Hardkore World Title Holders

[Kilroy]

[The shot cuts back to whever the hell Adrain Tanner and Andrew Karnage were. Kilroy comes in quickly, still bandaged and cut from his match with Rated X.]

Kilroy: Did I miss it? Please tell me I didn't miss it!

[Karnage holds up his forefinger and thumb millimeters apart.]

Karnage: Missed it by that much.

Kilroy: Dagnabbit. Well, I didn't really have to add anything much. Just that, one of the last times I was in a six man match, I do recall snapping sombody's spine.

Adrian Tanner: I think I mentioned it.

Kilroy: It bears repeating. Wait, wait. What was that about our name? It was..."gay-ass?"

Karnage: Don't repeat what they say, it kills brain cells.

Kilroy: Gay ass...says High-Fly, Ten Cents, and Kingpin, of the Black Wall Street. There's a metaphor about this with cooking utensils and the color black.

Adrian Tanner: That's racist.

Kilroy: I'm southern. Out here, people assume that anyway. Kind of freeing, really. These guys have no idea what they're getting, do they? I mean, in any combination, we are lethal sons of bitches. Normally, I'm up for shits and giggles but I feel like making people suffer for my recent losses. And who knows? We might just "accidentally" drop one of those fuckers hard tonight. Broken backs go a long way in setting good examples.

Karnage: Amen.

Adrian Tanner: Amen.

Kilroy: Ame---hey, any candy left?

Adrian Tanner: No. Guess why.

Kilroy: I knew Sun was avoiding me for a reason!

[Kilroy leaves quickly. Tanner and Karnage shrug and go back to their previous activities.]

[Majoy]

*fade back 2 Justin Majoy, who is... somewhere*

Majoy: well well well, looks like da posers decided 2 show up. 'bout time, 'cause i was gettin' bored like hell listenin' to da non-stop rants of Tanner, & not a 1 of them made any sense. & i thought Bozzini's worthless shit was boring. jeez

*Majoy walks around a bit*

Majoy: 2 da unstable: kiss those titles goodbye

*fade*

[Arizona's Most Wanted]

[Backstage]

Adrian Tanner: "Oh I'm sorry. I didnt know I had to talk retard for you to understand. Lets try it again."

[The scene changes to show Adrian Tanner and Andrew Karnage dressed as the whitest gangsters ever. Adrian holds a retardedly oversized gold chain up to the camera as he speaks.]

Adrian: "Yo dawg, I iz gonna pop a cap in yo azz and shit. Get down wit da brown and back da mack cus u cant touch this shit. Deez titles are ares and shit so get off deez nuts. Beeyotch."

Andrew Karnage: "Word."

[Back to normal. Both men shaking their heads at the stupidity.]

Adrian: "It's retard-killing time."

"Jigga what?"

[TheRisingSun]

(The shot fades in on the backstage tailgate party. The members of Un-stable are enjoying their burgers cooked on the Brand new Soutter 5000 Grill. It's a handy little appliance, though it has been known to spontaneously combust. At least it plays his theme song while it cooks and says 3 some what memorable Soutter catchphrases. The door suddenly opens and The Rising Sun peaks his head in. He has on blue jeans and a Big Stan shirt.)

THE RISING SUN: Hey guys, how's it going.

ADRIAN TANNER JR: Sup?

KILROY EVANS: You ate all my candy.

THE RISING SUNL No, some of it I chucked at Shootfighter.

ANDREW KARNAGE: You guys should get ready. Your match is soon.

THE RISING SUN: Oh sorry about that guys....hate to spring this on ya...but I can't make it.

ADRIAN TANNER JR: What?

ANDREW KARNAGE: You're kidding me.

KILROY EVANS: Hang on, I'm going to need to write down whatever he says next.

(Kilroy pulls out a pad and pen.)

THE RISING SUN: Look somethings...come up.

ANDREW KARNAGE: Come up as in an emergency?

THE RISING SUN: You could say that.

ADREW KARNAGE: As in someone you care about is hurt or in danger.

THE RISING SUN: Yeah...if you replace someone I care about with the movie Cars....and the in danger part...with me really wanting to see it.

KILROY EVANS:(Writting down) Has to go see Pixar's Cars...yep about what I expected.

ADRIAN TANNER JR: You good for nothing...

THE RISING SUN: Look, I have these gift certificates! They're only good for a couple more days!

KILROY EVANS: Oh you can't waste those.

ANDREW KARNAGE: Ticket prices are outlandish.

ADRIAN TANNER JR: This is bullshit! You're going to be in that match!

THE RISING SUN: You don't even need me! It's against the 628282982892 nWo knock off stable and a bunch of guys from SWAT wrestling. And we all know that there are no good wrestlers in SWAT!

(Sun adjusts his SWAT Springfield Heavyweight title.)

THE RISING SUN: Look, I'll give you guys my mask. Let Karnage of Vindicated or Yuko pretend to be me. Ultimate Warrior did this all the time.

ADRIAN TANNER JR: Sun you can't just bail on us...

KILROY EVANS: No no, let him go. It's perfectly fine.

THE RISING SUN: Thanks Kilroy, you're the best. I'm really sorry X has your number and everything.

(Kilroy frowns. Sun starts to back out of the room.)

THE RISING SUN: So anyway I'll catch you guys later. We're still on for bowling. Here...I'll...just grab this Six Man Title Belt and get going.

(Sun picks up the belt and then give a startles look.)

THE RISING SUN: Just a second...yellow leather, dripping with hair gel, smelling of yager, vomit stains...TOOTH PICK DISPENCER! You assholes! This is just a replica Scott Hall belt!

KILROY EVANS: Sorry Sun, we had to do this to make sure you showed up for the actual match. Consider it insurance.

THE RISING SUN: You guys can trust me.

ANDREW KARNAGE: You were suppose to run in on The Kilroy X rematch.

THE RISING SUN: But I heard the smithsonian was having a star wars exhibit!

KILROY EVANS: It's true...he got on a plane and flew there right after his match.

ADRIAN TANNER JR: Look we need to suit up. Come on Sun, you can go see Cars after are match is over. This will proabaly only take five minutes to beat. Chump teams like fWo and Black Wallstreet never last anyway.

THE RISING SUN: Fine...we better not be late though! I heard the fire ball rendering when The Dale Ernhart car explodes is incredible!

(They all leave the room. Sun then runs back in and grabs his Hall belt. He pulls the string on it and the center plate spins.)

BELT: The wine-o says "Ay-o".

THE RISING SUN: Hehehe silly talking belt.

(The shot fades out.)

[~Hardkore Jonnie Valentine~]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Coming up is one of the matches I've been looking forward to all night. Our first ever threeway six man tag team title match in a falls count anywhere match.

Phil Blauer: The Hardkore World Six Man Team title is like my crabs. You forget they even exist until you see the Adrian Tanner Jr. walking around with em.

["Take A Look At My Life" by Fat Joe plays. High-Fly jumps through the curtain first and taunts the crowd. Ten Cents comes out next doing a cool walk. Finally, Kingpin comes out walking with a fancy cane. They all walk down to the ring insulting the Phoenix fans. High-Fly slides in the ring while Ten Cents jumps on the apron and flips over the top rope. The two of them then hold the ropes open for Kingpin, who steps in between the ropes. High-Fly hops on the top turnbuckle and taunts the America West Arena crowd again before doing a backflip off the turnbuckle and landing on his feet. Ten Cents climbs the turnbuckles and raises his fists. Kingpin just stands in the center of the ring with an evil smile on his face]

Guillermo O'Bannon: I haven't heard or seen much of these guys but what I have seen are their sporadic appearences on SWAT PPVs.

Phil Blauer: So their like the Cobryn of six man tag teams?

Guillermo O'Bannon: Yeah, sort of. They also make regular appearences at SWAT Springfield. Their last big win was in April when they defeated Maxwell Rich in a handicap match.

Phil Blauer: Quite an accomplishment.

Yolanda Ando: Kingpin wears grey dress pants and a white tanktop with a grey suit to the ring. Ten Cents wears baggy black jeans with a chain attached to the left pocket and a white tanktop. High-Fly wears black jeans and an orange t-shirt.

"Wild" Bill Kasal: "The following threeway falls count anywhere elimination match is for the HARDKORE WORLD SIX MAN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP! Your referee is Mike Peters. Featuring first, from Detroit, Michigan; Standing 6 feet 1 inch tall; Weighing 233 pounds...HIGH-FLY!! From Harlem, New York; Standing 6 feet 2 inches tall; Weighing 292 pounds...TEN CENTS!! Their partner is from New York City; Standing 6 feet 3 inches tall; Weighing 323 pounds...KINGPIN!! They are BLACK WALLSTREET!!!"

[The Phoenix fans boo. "Line in the Sand" by Motorhead plays and Johnny Parker and "The Bad Bitch" Jess walk out first. Then Mr. Dean runs out to boos. Next, Mark Evans walks out from behind the curtain and the crowd gives him a powerful booing ovation as Evans raises his right arm while trying to ignore the fans. Justin walks out to a booing crowd. He flips them off before running down to, and sliding in, the ring. He raises his arms to more boos, then Marks Evans gets into the ring and raises his arms to more heat. Mr. Dean flips off the fans before running to the ring]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Here's our first look at the Future World Order. Seperately they've had their successes in UPW and other groups but now have banded together for strength in numbers. Their first test will be tonight to see if they can rest the Hardkore World Six Man Tag Team titles off of The Un-Stable.

Phil Blauer: Someone ought to, I haven't seen those titles defended since people thought Queen Latifa could act.

Yolanda Ando: Justin Majoy wears baggy blue jeans and a dark blue tanktop. Big Mark Evans wears long red tights with the straps coming up over each shoulder. Mr. Dean wears long light blue pants with a white line down each side.

"Wild" Bill Kasal: "And their opponents, accompanied to the ring by "The Bad Bitch" Jessie & Johnny Parker; First from Parts Unknown, Florida; Standing 6 feet 3 inches tall; Weighing 200 pounds...MR. DEAN!! From Salisbury, Maryland; Standing an amazing 7 feet tall; Weighing 255 pounds...BIG MARK EVANS!! And from Huron, Ohio; Standing 6 feet tall; Weighing 225 pounds...JUSTIN MAJOY!! They are the FUTURE WORLD ORDER!!!"

[The audience boos. "No Rest For The Wicked" by The Bloodhound Gang hits and the Phoenix crowd just about loses their mind. Kilroy Evans steps out waving to the audience. Adrian Tanner Jr stands in the middle of the stage, head down. The IGA World Tag Team title on his right shoulder, the Hardkore World 6-man title around his waist. Adrian heads to the ring, slapping hands on the way down. Rising Sun walks down to the ring behind him]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Here comes The Un-Stable with one of their newest members, Hardkore Nippon Grand Champion Rising Sun. Their other one being of course, the Hardkore World Heavyweight Champion Syberus.

Phil Blauer: Wait...woah, woah, woah....woah...woah...woah. Hold the phone. I need a score card for this group.

former prowrestling.com internet reporter Matt Boone: Here's your lettuce quesadilla, sir.

Phil Blauer: Matthew, get me a score card.

former prowrestling.com internet reporter Matt Boone: Like a golf score card, sir?

Phil Blauer: (takes a bite out of his quesadilla) What part of "extra lettuce" is giving you problems, Boone?

[In the ring, Adrian takes off his jacket, then mounts the nearest turnbuckle, making the "gun" motion with left hand. He "cocks" and "fires," and then jumps down]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Adrian Tanner Jr. has some family here in the audience, and always big here in his home state. Adrian Tanner's wrestled Stan "The Tank" Wilson in this building both times he's wrestled here. Once for the Hardkore America Heavyweight Championship which he lost, and once in August of 2005 which he won. Kilroy Evans defeated "The Saikyo Terrorist" Tatsuya Arakawa last time he was here. Before that was August 2004 where he lost to Death Gojira in a falls count anywhere dog collar match. The last time the Hardkore World Six Man Tag Team titles were defended was in December 2005 when The Un-Stable regained them from The Society of the New Breed in a wargames match at Hardkore Hall in Palm Springs, California.

Phil Blauer: They work once every six months? That's less than Congress.

former prowrestling.com internet reporter Matt Boone: Jay Leno's on the phone, sir. He'd like to buy that joke. He's offering $50.

Phil Blauer: Jew him up to $200

former prowrestling.com internet reporter Matt Boone: But I'm a presbyterian.

Guillermo O'Bannon: A week ago, Rising Sun recently added another title to his resume when he defeated Lucifer Jones and referee Jason Taylor in a death defying Rage ON a Cage match at the SWATiversary PPV at the US Airways Center here in Phoenix.

Phil Blauer: Some win. How hard is it to win a title by just being the guy who fell through a ring?

Yolanda Ando: Kilroy Evans wears a black Bloodhound Gang t-shirt, blue jeans and a brown belt. Adrian Tanner Jr. wears metallic blue shorts with "AT" in shiny red lettering on the sides. Black and elbow and knee pads, white wrist bands, a black chain around his neck, white boots with "AT" in small blue letters on the back. Rising Sun wears a blue martial arts gi and a “vega” style mask. The Mask is white with a red dot in the center mimicking the Japanese Flag. He wears two Shuko Ninja Claws on each hands and carries a bag of Martial Arts weapons.

Phil Blauer: When's he gonna man-up and use one of those weapons? Ow! This lettuce is crunchy.

"Wild" Bill Kasal: "And from Cheshire, Connecticut; Standing 6 feet tall; Weighing 190 pounds; He is The Current SWAT Springfield Champion & HARDKORE NIPPON GRAND CHAMPION...RISING SUN!! From Attbury, South Carolina; Standing 5 feet 11 inches tall; Weighing 256 pounds...KILROY EVANS!! And from Tucson, Arizona; (small pop from Tucson fans) Standing 6 feet 2 inches tall; Weighing 227 pounds; He is One Half of the IGA World Tag Team Champions & HARDKORE WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...ADRIAN TANNER JR.!! They are the HARDKORE WORLD SIX MAN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...THE UN-STABLE!!!"

[The fans erupt, especially for Adrian Tanner Jr. Tanner points to several members of his family and pounds his chest, but Kingpin clotheslines him in the back of the head. Mike Peters signals for the bell and we are underway]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Mr. Dean grabs Tanner in an armbar. Pulling up on Tanner's bent elbow. Meanwhile Rising Sun bounces into the ropes and whacks Justin Majoy with a leg lariot!

[The audience cheers. Mr. Dean sticks his knee into the ball of Tanner's shoulder and pulls up on the armbar. Rising Sun irish whips Justin Majoy into the ropes, but Majoy ducks a clothesline]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Justin Majoy counters with a flatliner on Rising Sun! Justin Majoy celebrates and doesn't see Kilroy Evans waiting for him with a spear!

[The fans cheer. Mr. Dean releases the armbar and stands up, catching a superkick underneath his chin by Ten Cents]

Guillermo O'Bannon: High-Fly legdrops Mr. Dean across the neck and makes the pin.

Referee Mike Peters: 1...(Mr. Dean kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Kingpin bearhugs Mr. Dean and Ten Cents grabs him and drops a stunner!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Big Mark Evans stomps Kingpin's back)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Big Mark Evans pulls Kingpin up and atomic drops him into Adrian Tanner Jr. who dropkicks him!

[The America West Arena cheers Tanner's first move. Mr.Dean and Justin Majoy grab Rising Sun and double suplex him! Mr. Dean makes the pin cover]

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Rising Sun kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Kingpin grabs Rising Sun by the throat and chokeslams him hard into the mat! He leg drops him and makes the cover.

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Rising Sun kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Mr. Dean irish whips High-Fly into the corner and rams his shoulder into his stomach a few times. He backs up and then charges, clotheslining High-Fly against the turnbuckles. Then Rising Sun slams against him with a stinger splash!

[High-Fly takes a couple steps and then falls forward on his face. Rising Sun irish whips Justin Majoy into the ropes and tiltawhirl backbreakers him]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Ten Cents headbutts Big Mark Evans. He backs up and tries to spear Big Mark Evans but the seven footer no-sells it! He grabs Ten Cents and spinebusters him hard into the mat!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Ten Cents kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Big Mark Evans grabs Adrian Tanner Jr. and drills his head into the mat with a DDT!

[The Phoenix audience jeers. Kilroy Evans atomic drops Ten Cents on the top turnbuckle and pulls him back into a tree of woe]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Kilroy Evans gets a running start and spears an upside down Ten Cents! Kilroy gets to his knees and gets cracked in the head with a shining wizard kick by High-Fly!

[High-Fly irish whips Rising Sun into the ropes and huracanranas him into the mat! He cradles Sun's leg]

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Rising Sun kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: High-Fly stands up and gets knocked on his ass with a pounce from Justin Majoy! Adrian Tanner Jr. takes a swing at Majoy, but Justin german suplexes him!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Adrian Tanner rolls his shoulder up)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Justin Majoy irish whips Tanner into the ropes, but Adrian comes back with a flying body press!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Justin Majoy kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Tanner arm drags Majoy across the ring. Tanner irish whips Majoy into Rising Sun who tiltawhirl backbreakers him! Kilroy Evans runs and nails Majoy on Sun's knee with a kneedrop to the head!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Justin Majoy kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Kingpin lifts Mr. Dean up and drops back into a samoan drop! He lifts Mr. Dean up into a straightjacket tigerbomb!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Mr. Dean claps his legs together on Kingpin's head)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Kingpin presses Mr. Dean over his head and then drops him onto his chest & face!

[Ten Cents goes for a piledriver but Mr. Dean backdrops him. Dean whips him around into a neckbreaker. He runs into the ropes and jumping elbow drops him]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Mr. Dean climbs to the top turnbuckle and backflips into a shooting star legdrop on Ten Cents!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...3!!!

"Wild" Bill Kasal: "At 11 minutes 10 seconds; TEN CENTS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY MR. DEAN!!"

Phil Blauer: Ten Cents is out of change!

Guillermo O'Bannon: That's whack, Phil. Rising Sun takes Big Mark Evans over the ropes with a cactus clothesline! Sun rolls back into the ring and then slingshots himself over the ropes into a plancha on the big man!!

[The America West Arena cheers. Rising Sun rolls back into the ring and then gets a running start. He flips over the ropes into a senton!! The cheers get louder]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Meanwhile inside the ring, High-Fly bulldogs Justin Majoy in the center of the ring. He rolls him over and climbs to the top while Kingpin comes flying off the top turnbuckle with a leg drop!! High-Fly comes off with a swanton!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Justin Majoy gets his shoulder up)

Guillermo O'Bannon: High-Fly catches Adrian Tanner Jr. coming and flips him into a C4!!

[Outside the ring, Big Mark Evans lifts Rising Sun up in a hanging suplex and then drops him back onto the America West Arena floor]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Big Mark Evans lifts Sun up over his head in a presslam, and then drops his throat on the railing!!

[Rising Sun clutches his throat, choking and coughing. Big Mark Evans DDTs Rising Sun on the concrete and covers him]

Phil Blauer: Our outside official, Ron Reid making the count!

Referee Ron Reid: 1...2...(Rising Sun kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Kilroy Evans rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair. He slams Big Mark Evans in the nuts with the chair! He lifts the big man up and spinebusters his back into the guardrail!

[Kilroy Evans climbs up to the apron with that chair in his hands. Kilroy dives off, smashing Big Mark Evans in the face with the chair! The crowd cheers]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Inside the ring, Justin Majoy gut wrench powerbombs High-Fly!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(High-Fly claps his legs together on Majoy's head)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Majoy runs into the ropes and diving elbow drops High-Fly! He climbs up to the top turnbuckle and backflips into a moonsault!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(High-Fly kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Adrian Tanner Jr. whacks Kingpin in the chest with several chops to the chest, and then knocks him to the mat with an enzuigiri!

[High-Fly attempts to help his partner out. Tanner cracks him with a chop too and then delivers a cradle suplex]

Guillermo O'Bannon: The SureShot!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...3!!!

"Wild" Bill Kasal: "At 17 minutes 42 seconds; HIGH-FLY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY ADRIAN TANNER JR.!!!"

Guillermo O'Bannon: Kingpin looks pissed! He lifts Adrian Tanner Jr. up in a fireman's carry and swings him around into a 911 sit-down facebuster!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Adrian Tanner Jr. kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Mr. Dean scoops Rising Sun up and gives him a backbreaker. He waistlocks Sun and Big Mark Evans & Justin Majoy double clotheslines him while Mr. Dean german suplexes him!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Rising Sun rolls his shoulder up)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Mr. Dean irish whips Rising Sun into the ropes, but Sun comes back with a cross body block!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Mr. Dean kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Rising Sun tries to get up, but Justin Majoy drills his face into the mat with a rocker dropper!

[The crowd boos. Kilroy Evans german suplexes Justin Majoy]

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Justin Majoy rolls his shoulder up)

Phil Blauer: There's more Germans in this match than a Berlin glory hole.

Guillermo O'Bannon: Kingpin turns around into a running big boot to the face from Big Mark Evans! Adrian Tanner Jr. irish whips Justin Majoy into the ropes and drop toeholds him throatfirst into the second rope!

[Kingpin pulls Justin Majoy up and jack knife powerbombs him hard into the mat!! He cradles his legs]

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Justin Majoy gets his shoulder up)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Rising Sun climbs up to the top turnbuckles, but Big Mark Evans knocks his feet out from under him. Kingpin climbs up to the second turnbuckle, and superplexes Sun!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Rising Sun kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Mr. Dean scoops Adrian Tanner Jr. up and delivers a shoulderbreaker. He then applies an abdominal stretch. He plants his foot and leans back with Tanner's arm.

[Mike Peters checks in to see if Tanner wants to submit. Tanner refuses and hiptosses Dean over. Rising Sun corkscrew legdrops Mr. Dean off the top rope]

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Mr. Dean kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Rising Sun backflips into a standing shooting star press on Mr. Dean!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Mr. Dean kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Justin Majoy has Kingpin on the second turnbuckle and jumps off with a tornado DDT! Big Mark Evans hands him a steel chair, and Majoy pulls Kingpin up. Justin into a double underhooks his arms and then drops down into a pedigree on the chair!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...3!!!

"Wild" Bill Kasal: "At 22 minutes 23 seconds; KINGPIN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY JUSTIN MAJOY!!"

Phil Blauer: Black Wallstreet has been eliminated. Too bad. I was gonna swerve you and join them as their fourth manager.

[Phil rips open his button up shirt, and reveals a Black Wallstreet t-shirt]

Phil Blauer: This sucks.

Guillermo O'Bannon: Kilroy Evans full nelson suplexes Mr. Dean! He irish whips Justin Majoy into the ropes and spinebusters him hard into the mat!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Justin Majoy kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Big Mark Evans grabs Adrian Tanner Jr. by the throat and chokeslams him to the mat!

[The Phoenix fans boo. Mark Evans irish whips Rising Sun into the ropes and nearly takes his head off with a clothesline from hell]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Mark Evans shoots Tanner into the ropes and dips down for a backdrop, but Tanner whips him around into a corkscrew neckbreaker.

[The America West Arena cheers for their boy. Adrian Tanner irish whips Justin Majoy into the ropes and takes him over into a huracanrana]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Adrian Tanner Jr. irish whip Justin Majoy into the ropes and gives him a double superkick!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Mr. Dean stomps Adrian Tanner's back)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Mr. Dean irish whips Tanner into the ropes and delivers a sidewalk slam!

[The crowd boos. Mr. Dean rolls Tanner over onto his stomach and then pulls on his arms. Dean then delivers a few stomps to the back of his head]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Curb Stomp! Mr. Dean grabs Rising Sun from behind and drops him into a reverse DDT!

[Dean irish whips Rising Sun into the ropes and he & Big Mark Evans deliver a double clothesline. Mr. Dean irish whips Sun into the turnbuckles]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Mr. Dean charges in towards Sun, but Sun hops over him and Mushroom Stomps the back of Dean's head! Sun cracks him in the face with a spinning uraken punch.

[Rising Sun peppers Mr. Dean while he's trapped in the corner with punches. He kicks Dean in the stomach and then running kneelifts him in the face. Meanwhile Justin Majoy has Adrian Tanner Jr. upside down in a gory special]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Justin Majoy drops down into a vertebreaker!! He wraps Tanner's legs up and turns him over into a sharpshooter! He plants his feet and leans back with Tanner's ankles in his arms.

[Kilroy Evans chomps down on Big Mark Evans' forehead, causing him to bleed. Mike Peters checks in with Tanner to see if he wants to tap out to the sharpshooter but he shakes his head. Justin Majoy re-adjusts and then cranes back on Tanner's spine]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Kilroy Evans DDTs Big Mark Evans. Meanwhile, Justin Majoy delivers an orange crush bomb on Rising Sun!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Rising Sun kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Kilroy Evans baseball slides into the side of Mark Evans' head! He then turns his attention to Majoy kicks him in the testes! Kilroy Evans drills Majoy into the mat with a piledriver!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Justin Majoy kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Kilroy goes to DDT Evans again, but Big Mark Evans reverses it into an inverted atomic drop. He jams Kilroy into the mat with an STO!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Kilroy Evans kicks out)

Phil Blauer: Too much action to call!

Guillermo O'Bannon: How would you know? Your not calling any of it.

Phil Blauer: You don't have to be Indiana Jones to know that big boulder's gonna hurt.

Guillermo O'Bannon: Rising Sun tries to help out his partner, but Big Mark Evans flips him over his shoulder with an amazing seven foot belly to belly suplex!

[The crowd cheers. Suddenly "Platinum" Pat Bozzini runs down to the ring and lifts Sun up. The Un-Stable are lost in the commotion]

Guillermo O'Bannon: "Platinum" Pat Bozzini lifts Sun up into a human torture rack and then flips him over into The Bozzini Code DDT!!

Phil Blauer: He can expect alot of that in Northern Ireland!

[The America West Arena rocks with boos. Big Mark Evans and Justin Majoy lift Rising Sun up into a hanging suplex and Mr. Dean climbs to the top turnbuckle]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Mr. Dean body presses the upside down Rising Sun while Evans & Majoy drop back into a double suplex!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...3!!!

"Wild" Bill Kasal: "At 30 minutes 55 seconds; RISING SUN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY MR. DEAN!!"

Phil Blauer: Wow...

Guillermo O'Bannon: The fans have been shocked into silence here as The Un-Stable are now down one guy against The Future World Order.

Phil Blauer: Maybe they truly are the future?

Guillermo O'Bannon: Adrian Tanner Jr. gets a running start and catches Big Mark Evans with a tornado DDT! He climbs up to the top turnbuckle and flips over the big bleeding man with a blockbuster!!

[The audience is deafening as Adrian Tanner Jr. climbs to the top turnbuckle. He front flips into a 450 legdrop]

Guillermo O'Bannon: The Wake-Up Call!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...3!!!

"Wild" Bill Kasal: "At 31 minutes 24 seconds; BIG MARK EVANS HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED BY ADRIAN TANNER JR.!!"

Guillermo O'Bannon: Now only Mr. Dean, Justin Majoy, Kilroy Evans, and Adrian Tanner Jr. remain.

Phil Blauer: They've evened it up! We've gone from a threeway six man tag team match to a standard tag team match.

Guillermo O'Bannon: Mr. Dean scoops Kilroy Evans up and bodyslams him. But Kilroy rolls out of the way of an elbow drop. Kilroy irish whips Mr. Dean into the turnbuckles and charges in with an avalanche.

[Kilroy turns around into a superkick from Justin Majoy! Majoy takes a swing at Adrian Tanner Jr., but Adrian ducks and release dragon suplexes him]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Mr. Dean lifts Kilroy Evans up into a brainbuster! Dean then irish whips Kilroy into the ropes and slams him with a spinebuster!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Kilroy Evans kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Mr. Dean grabs Kilroy and tosses him over the top rope, but Kilroy catches the top rope on the way over. He clocks Mr. Dean with a forearm smash and then suplexes him off the apron to the concrete!!

[The America West Arena chants "KIL-ROY!! KIL-ROY!! KIL-ROY!! KIL-ROY!! KIL-ROY!!" Kilroy's busy pulling a press table out from underneath the ring. He rolls Mr. Dean onto the table]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Kilroy Evans rolls back into the ring, climbs to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off with a 747 splash putting Mr. Dean through a table!!!

Referee Ron Reid: 1...2...thr- (Mr. Dean gets his shoulder up)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Meanwhile, inside the ring, Justin Majoy lifts Adrian Tanner Jr. up in a fireman's carry. He swings him around into an F5!

[The crowd boos. Justin Majoy scoops Tanner up and running powerslams him into the center of the ring]

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Adrian Tanner kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Majoy gut wrenches Tanner up, but Tanner takes him over into a head scissors takedown. Tanner steps through the ropes onto the apron. He gets a running start and shooting star presses Mr. Dean on the concrete!!

[The America West Arena chants "TAN-NER!! TAN-NER!! TAN-NER!! TAN-NER!! TAN-NER!!" Adrian Tanner Jr. and Kilroy Evans step back into the ring]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Kilroy Evans & Adrian Tanner Jr. double slingshot suplexes Justin Majoy!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Justin Majoy kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Adrian Tanner Jr. steps through the ropes and slingshots himself onto the middle of the top rope. He springboards off into a huracanrana, helicopters around into a tornado DDT!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Justin Majoy kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Kilroy Evans climbs to the top turnbuckle, but Mr. Dean trips him from behind! Dean steps back into the ring and climbs up to the second rope. Mr. Dean superplexes Kilroy Evans!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Kilroy Evans kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Mr. Dean tosses Kilroy Evans over the top rope to the floor! Dean rolls out of the ring and DDTs him Kilroy on the cement!!

[Kilroy rolls over with with a cut over his eye. Mr. Dean hangs rolls him back into the ring and hangs his head off the apron. Mr. Dean climbs back into the ring, slingshots himself over the top rope and guillotine leg drops his head]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Mr. Dean pulls Kilroy Evans over to the railing, but Evans inverted russian legsweeps Dean's face into the guardrail!! He piledrives Mr. Dean on the concrete!!

Referee Ron Reid: 1...2...thr- (Mr. Dean kicks out)

Phil Blauer: Mr. Dean is busted open!

Guillermo O'Bannon: Kilroy Evans traps both of Mr. Dean's arms and then headbutts him in the face over & over!!

[Suddenly a metal trash can enters the camera shot, caving in Kilroy Evans' skull!! The crowd boos]

Phil Blauer: It's Death Gojira!!

Guillermo O'Bannon: He's back!

[The America West Arena boos and Death Gojira tosses the trash can on the floor. He lifts Kilroy Evans up into a fisherman's suplex then turns it onto a tiger driver on the trash can]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Kilroy Evans arches his back in agony! Mr. Dean doesn't know what's going on, but lifts Kilroy in a powerbomb then drops him into a hangman's neckbreaker!! Peak of Excellence!

Referee Ron Reid: 1...2...3!!!

"Wild" Bill Kasal: "At 38 minutes 49 seconds; KILROY EVANS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY MR. DEAN!!"

[Death Gojira "Ree-Ornks" in Kilroy's face and then stomps back to the locker room]

Phil Blauer: Twice now The Un-Stable gotten a preview of Irish Rage in Belfast 2006!

Guillermo O'Bannon: Adrian Tanner is all that's left of The Un-Stable! The Future World Order has the man advantage. Inside the ring, Justin Majoy drops him on his head with a t-bone suplex!

[Mr. Dean climbs to the top turnbuckle and so does Justin Majoy. They double missle dropkick Tanner]

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Adrian Tanner kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Justin Majoy fireman's carries Tanner up on his shoulders and then drops him with a cradle shock!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Adrian Tanner kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Justin Majoy turns Tanner over into a boston crab. He rocks back with Tanner's legs, and Mr. Dean comes off the ropes with a legdrop to the back of his head!

[The America West Arena boos. Majoy pulls Tanner up by the hair but Adrian kicks him. Majoy catches his boot, but Tanner swings around with an enzuigiri kick]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Adrian Tanner Jr. snap suplexes Mr. Dean. He steps out onto the apron and then springboard sentons Dean!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Mr. Dean gets his shoulder up)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Tanner irish whips Mr. Dean into the ropes and goes for a huracanrana but Dean powerbombs him!

[The crowd boos. Mr. Dean irish whips Adrian Tanner Jr. into the ropes and Majoy catches him with a black hole slam]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Scrapbuster!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Adrian Tanner kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Justin Majoy climbs to the top turnbuckle and backflips into a moonsault but Tanner rolls out of the way!! Adrian Tanner Jr. delivers a tigerdriver!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Mr. Dean kicks Tanner in the back of the head)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Mr. Dean electric chairs Tanner up on his shoulders and then drops him facefirst into a Swingset Slam!!

[The America West Arena boos. Justin Majoy slams Tanner into the mat with a uranage]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Brightside!! Justin Majoy scoops Tanner up into a bodyslam but Tanner falls behind him and german suplexes him!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...3!!!

Guillermo O'Bannon: We're down to just Mr. Dean and Adrian Tanner Jr.! Mr. Dean waits for Adrian Tanner to turn around and leaps off with a flying body press but Tanner catches him with a powerslam!

[Adrian Tanner Jr. motions for Mr. Dean to get up. He drops back into his flatliner]

Guillermo O'Bannon: The Revolver!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...3!!!

[The bell rings and the fans leap to their feet. "Bullet with a Name" by Nonpoint plays as Sun, Andrew Karnage, Syberus, and Kilroy Evans run back to the ring to the celebration]

"Wild" Bill Kasal: "At 43 minutes 19 seconds; THE WINNERS OF THE MATCH, AND STILL HARDKORE WORLD SIX MAN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...THE UN-STABLE!!!"

[Mike Peters hands Adrian Tanner Jr. the three Hardkore World Six Man Tag Team title belts. He hands one to Kilroy Evans and one to Syberus while Sun and Karnage celebrate with them]

Guillermo O'Bannon: With The Un-Stable's lack of focus on this match...

Phil Blauer: And more run-ins than an episode of Thunder.

Guillermo O'Bannon:... The Future World Order almost pulled out the upset of the year! However Tanner scores the game winner here in his hometown.

[PPB]

Overwhelmed by vindication, Platinum Pat Bozzini produces a rebellious smirk that derides everything that the Rising Sun emblemizes. Everything that The Unstable represents. As he drapes the Hardkore World Light Heavyweight belt on his shoulder, Matt Boone appears from nowhere with a microphone in tow.

Matt Boone: Platinum Pat Bozzini, do you realize what you have just done? You not nailed Sun with the Bozzini Code and eliminated him from the match, but you also managed to tick off the entire Unstable crew. Well, more than usual at least. They might have placed you in their crosshairs as of right now.

Platinum: And the point is? The Unstable now-just now- decided that they hate every ounce of me- that they will embark on a journey to oppose me in the squared circle. I say that it's about time. Every month, they have trying their best to dismiss me as if I were a nobody who would disappear within measly seconds. Look at me. I'm the reigning and defending Hardkore World Light Heavyweight Champion: I am undefeated since my return to GCW and I am undefeated in singles competition within Hardkore World. If it weren't for the Rising Sun, Mark Deal would have never vanquished me nor caused me to have my only blemish in the UCW singles ranks. I lost MY UCW Triple Crown World Title because of that clueless bastard. He allows himself to be embroiled in jealousy for he could never beat me even if I aided him in attempting to do so. Him and his legion of moronosauruses are too ungrateful to acknowledge my countless contributions to this damn sport. Tonight, I finally chose to lash back at those idiots. I already defeated the Sun twice and at Irish Rage in Belfast '06, I will ensure that I will generate a permanent solar eclipse. As far as the rest of the group is concerned, they can challenge me in single matches and I will slaughter those happy imbeciles until only Syberus remain. Then, the Platinum Cerberus rips out his torso and finally seizes the Hardkore World Heavyweight Title.

Meanwhile, I must not deter my focus from my opponent tonight. Lucifer Jones, you might delude yourself into thinking that you possess the advantage over me. You compose a savage creature whose recklessness is only surpassed by your insatiable appetite for bloodlust. It is true that you did bust my forehead open with a beer bottle at the Marano tournament: it is also true that you and Stein dominated the pace of that match while Shawn Styles and moi were doing whatever we could to guard ourselves. In the end though, we still detected your flaws and used them against you to amass a victory over you...at your game nonetheless. Tonight, you will face me in my world. Heed my words: you will plunge into the lava of pure destruction and you will melt within it by MY triumpant hands. You are just another cog in this defectious machinism and after this match, I will advance one step forward toward my inevitable Hardkore World Heavyweight Title win.

Bozzini then pushes Boone against the nearest wall and heads to his locker room to effectuate any last-minute preparations for his upcoming bout.

[Arizona's Most Wanted]

[Backstage. Adrian Tanner reveling in his victory. Adrian stops, stares at the screen, Pat's promo playing.]

Adrian: "I'm sorry, who are you again? Oh right. Your that guy I already beat after you spent months and months telling everyone who'd listen that I couldnt."

"We dont care, Pat. Go away."

[Back to reveling.]

[xpletive deleted]

Rated X: What's up, Pun, you don't want me to prepare for mortal kombat? Because that's where I thought you were going.

Rated X: Look, it's not your fault you're outclassed by me in the ring, in the promo thread, it's an error in booking. There's not many in Hardkore World that can hang with me. Never were. I am, what you call, a cut above the rest. I'm Rated X. I make history. I'm the Hardkore American Heavyweight Champion. I'm unstopable.

Rated X: I understand where you're coming from. You don't see the point in putting in the work for a match you know you're gonna lose. It's the way of the world. You're too smart for effedding.

Rated X: Like me it's time for you to look ahead to the next bulletin. I'll be defending this title against a former world champ. You'll be sipping breakfast through a straw and asking Dom to rub some sort of aloe based lotion on your cuts.

[Yuku Shiro]

[Cameras show Tamara Sanchez with the Hardkore World Women’s title around her waist pacing back and forth smoking a cigarette. She take one final pull, before dropping it on the floor and stomping on it. She mutters some curse words under her breath as she storms off. Then out of nowhere Yuku Shiro walks from around the corner with a kendo stick in her hand and a smile on her face as she watches her leave. She turns to the camera and motions it to come closer. She points with the kendo stick to the direction Sanchez has walked off to.]

Yuku Shiro – See that? All fired up. So blind with rage she didn’t even know I was there. Now…if I was a devious person, I could have just taken this ole Kendo stick and turned the tide of our up and coming title match in my favor. But I won’t need to; with the amount of cigarettes she’s smoking she’ll probably be too winded during our match to finish.

[Shiro uses the kendo stick as a cane leaning on it.]

Yuku Shiro – But there’s no denying the obvious, if she isn’t angry I have a feeling she’s as scared. She’s talked more about what she “intends” to do to me in the ring, and I think I have, other then the little remark I made of masturbating to standing over her bloodied and beaten body, which is also alleged. If she isn’t even the least bit scared or nervous then she’s definitely stupid, because I am…it’s the nature of being a true ring warrior, you don’t know what’s going to happen when you step into the ring, or how the ending will turn out. It’s might be funny hearing someone like me talk about fear, but that is why I am the total package of a female wrestler, because I embrace every aspect of life…where there is rage, there is the focus to channel that rage into a positive and powerful energy. Where there is fear, there is the courage to face that fear head on, and conqueror it. One thing Tamara said that was true…there’s only two matches left till put up or shut up time, you got to give her that…she’s got heart, but heart can only get you but so far in this business; unfortunately for Sanchez tonight this is where the road ends, tonight she passes the baton, tonight she gets a reality check that there is someone better then her, as corny as it’s going to sound she’s going to find someone who’s reached “Saiyan Level 4” to her “2”.

[Yuku pauses smiling to herself, before getting serious again.]

Yuku Shiro – I have no doubt that tonight Tamara Sanchez is going to fight like an animal possessed. I have no doubt that she’s going to try and beat me from ring post to ring post. I have no doubt that she’s going to probably bust my pretty little head open, and get blood all over me, and this cute little outfit I got on. She’s got to, it’s her World title on the line, it’s what she’s got to do in order to keep it. But what Sanchez is about to find out is how easily I come back and “dust my shoulders off”, how quickly as the blood pours I’ll be wiping it off my face, and lick it off my hand, recycling the blood in order to get the job done, to walk out of there as the New Hadkore World Women’s Champion. Let me give you people a little heads up, you can screw the Hardkore World Heavyweight title match, because the Hardkore World Women’s title match will be the match of the night…the match to watch…(points to herself), and you’re looking at the future franchise of this company right here…all hail the Queen of Queens.

[Shiro throws the Kendo stick over her shoulder with a smile on her face, and walks off in the opposite direction.]

This post has been edited by Yuku Shiro on Jun 13 2006, 01:33 PM

[Punisher]

[Fade into The Punisher.]

DS: I finally got you figured out, X. At first, I was irritated by that load of shit “you’ve got what it takes, but not today” speech, but I found the real truth of the matter and now I understand. I’ve run into this before, this whole “pre-ordained” line you’ve been using. It’s like a last line of defense when nothing else works. It’s kind of like the classic Cobryn “I’ll retire if I lose to you” gambit. It took me a while trying to figure out your shifts between delusion and denial, but it seems clear to me now….you’re scared. And I have to be honest, I pity you a bit. You’re acting like an old rattlesnake whose venom has nearly gone dry- the rattle is still there if the poisonous bite isn’t.

DS: The fans will say “But Pun, that’s ridiculous. Rated X is a Hardkore legend. Why would a guy like that be scared?” But it’s actually simple if you put some thought into it. Think Hulk Hogan, 2005. Only the most insecure of wrestlers act as though everything they do is pre-ordained, because they’re scared of keeping their legacy intact. If I see him do a leg drop, I swear to God...

DS: The problem you’ve come into is, your legacy will only get you so far and no further. You’re scared because you are not sure you can beat me, so you act like everything you do is pre-ordained. With the flick of a wrist or something, you’re going to get the pin on me just like that. Do you honestly think it will be that easy? You simply can’t be serious without being seriously delusional. You’re scared because you have to wrestle someone not named Kilroy for the first time in half a year. You’re scared of the future, you’re scared you can’t hang with the people inevitably coming to take your belt. That would explain why you brought Rally Jackson down last card and sacrificed him to the fans. You see yourself becoming Rally, don’t you? And that must scare you shitless.

DS: For months, you have played the “I’m a giant!- in this industry” card, without any real reason why we should believe the hype. Well guess what- I AM a giant- a 6’7” bona fide wrecking machine, who is more motivated than ever to wipe you right off the Hardkore mat. Hell, I’ll even drag Shootfighter down to the ring for you since you keep bringing him up, and then stick his head up your ass so you can have that long talk you’ve always wanted to have with him. I am here to call your bluff, X- I don’t believe in all that pre-destiny crap. I don’t believe you can beat me that easily- hell, I don’t think you can beat me tonight. And listening to ramble on about looking to your next match convinces me that you don’t think you can beat me either. Trying to save face by acting like a wrestling god will not save you this time. We don’t buy it anymore. It’s time to de-bunk the myth.

DS: If you are worried about your legacy X, don’t. People will understand when you lose to me, because many wrestlers have lost to me before and it will happen again. Even after the savage beating I plan to give you, you will still be a legend in the fan’s eyes. No one can take that way from you- you’ve earned it. But you can’t stop the natural order of things, X. I came here to do one thing- take your Hardkore America belt, and short of you killing me outright, I can’t see why it can’t be done. I am as motivated as I ever have been in my career to take your Hardkore America title. And keep it.

[Fade out.]

[Giant Baba O'Reilly]

Giant Baba O'Reilly: Wrong Dan Stein...I'M A GIANT! I fee, I fie, fo, then I fum. I walk tall with my head in the clouds leaving puddles they will one day call the great lakes. I can please two women at once by bending my giant penis in half and working my hips sideways. Trust me, there's a video. I'm a giant! I keep my eyes red and tight so that my giant teeth look white. I hang from buildings and swat planes from the air with the giant palms of my giant hands. If you're going to steal my gimmick, at least do it right. I'm a giant!

[Punisher]

OOC: Man, you made my day.

[~Hardkore Jonnie Valentine~]

[The camera cuts to a steel cage being lowered over the ring. The Hardkore World ring crew furiously goes to work securing it and attaching the terminals and ground rod]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Tonight is Hardkore World's first ever electrified steel cage match for the Hardkore World Light Heavyweight Championship, a title not usually known for it's bloodshed.

Phil Blauer: Well, if Lucifer Jones wins it, it will be from now on.

Guillermo O'Bannon: The ill will all started back in March...

[Fade to video dated "Frank A. Marano Jr. Memorial Cup 3/22/06"]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Lucifer Jones rolls Pat Bozzini back into the ring, but hangs his head & torso off of the the apron. Lucifer climbs to the top turnbuckle and guillotine legdrops Bozzini's head!!

Phil Blauer: Bozzini's head snapped back like a training bra!

[Lucifer Jones grabs a bottle of Palm Springs Moonlight Ale out of a fan's hand and drinks the rest of it. He belches in the fan's face and then breaks the bottle over Pat Bozzini's head!! It doesn't break so the audience chants "One More Time! One More Time! One More Time! One More Time! One More Time!"]

Phil Blauer: The chant cuts both ways.

Guillermo O'Bannon: Lucifer Jones hits Bozzini with the bottle again and this time it shatters on his skull!!

Phil Blauer: Bozzini's busted open! Sun and James Fierce just had simultaneous orgasms.

Guillermo O'Bannon: Ugh. Lucifer Jones takes some shards of that broken glass and rakes them across Bozzini's forehead to make him even bloodier!

[Lucifer Jones rolls Bozzini back into the ring, and hangs his head off the apron again. Jones grabs a chair and then gets a running start before caving in the side of Bozzini's head with it!! The Palm Springs Convention Center rocks with boos. Fade back to the America West Arena]

Guillermo O'Bannon: When Hardkore Jonnie Valentine asked Pat Bozzini who he wanted his first title defense to be against, Platinum didn't hesitate. He wanted Lucifer Jones. When Jonnie asked Lucifer what kind of match he wanted, Jones said he wanted this, an electrified cage keeping them both in.

[The lights in the America West Arena turn a deep shade of blood red, and the sound of white noise blasts over the PA...then suddenly "Homicidal" by Bad Luck 13 plays and Lucifer Jones bursts through the curtains. He starts looking out over the fans, and getting involved with the ones by the security railings; talking shit back to them. He grabs a beer out of a teenager's hand and says "Your too young to drink, lad." and finishes his beer for him]

Phil Blauer: Lucifer Jones, role model.

[Jones eyes the electrified cage and smiles sadistically, his gold teeth bling blingin' under the lights, before running and sliding under the ropes into the cage. He cracks his neck a couple times and continues to run his mouth]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Lucifer Jones just got out of a Hardkore World Tag Team title run with "The Punisher" Dan Stein in a way that resulted in Stein beating him half to death in Albuquerque. Either way, Jones is now free and clear of The Punisher after more than a year of either feuding with him or teaming with him. And he's hoping to duplicate his success that he's been having in SWAT Springfield with a Hardkore World Light Heavyweight title win tonight in the electrified cage.

Yolanda Ando: Lucifer Jones is wearing snake skin leather pants tucked into a pair of well worn combat boots. He's shirtless and his ripped frame is covered in various tattoos, most notably "Pro-Pain" tattooed across his stomach and "HARD KORE" on his knuckles. His hair is buzzed tight to his skull and most of his teeth are capped with gold. A long nasty scar wraps around his throat. He has the SWAT Springfield Championship strapped around his waist.

"Wild" Bill Kasal: "The following Electrified Steel Cage Match is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit and is for the HARDKORE WORLD LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Your referee is Mike Peters. Featuring first, from White Chapel, England; Standing 6 feet 2 inches tall; Weighing 237 pounds; He is The Current SWAT Springfield Champion...LUCIFER JONES!!!"

[The audience boos. One fan throws a beer at the steel cage and it nearly shorts out the entire America West Arena]

"Wild" Bill Kasal: "At this time fans I would like to ask you to please not throw debris in the ring as it could cause tonight's action to end prematurely."

[Fear Factory's "Archetype" blasts through the speakers and the fans jump to their feet in anticipation of their hero's arrival. Three seconds into the song, violently loud pyros are projected into the air and huge letters in neon lights flash near the entrance. It reads: PPB. Then, a muscular silhouette walks beneath the giant P near the entrance and stands between the huge pyrotechnics. The stranger is now raising both of his arms up as if he were victorious. It is Platinum Pat Bozzini . His face is absorbed with a very quantity of intensity]

Guillermo O'Bannon: The Phoenix fans taking a liking to Pat tonight only because Lucifer Jones is much more of a villan here on the West Coast.

Phil Blauer: Think of it like Hitler vs. Skeletor. Skeletor would always get the babyface pop.

Guillermo O'Bannon: "Platinum" Pat Bozzini has the third match with Rising Sun in their Hardkore World installment on pay-per-view at Ulster Hall in Northern Ireland at our annual Irish Rage in Belfast. But that's gotta be miles away from Pat's mind tonight. Because Pat has to get through Lucifer Jones in one of the most violent matches we've ever had here. But Pat knows all about extreme death matches recently. At Wrestling Hysteria V, GCW's biggest event of the year, he defeated Juan Pablo and Lucean Slane in a triple-threat Ticking Time Bomb match when he escaped the cage with about fifteen seconds remaining.

Yolanda Ando Pat is some tight and long tights which are black on one leg and silver/gold on the other leg. It has "Platinum" written on one leg in platinum and has a roaring Cerberus in platinum on the side of the other leg. Red droplets of blood can be seen surrounding the different symbols on both legs. On the back of his tights, it is written "The Feature Presentation" in black.

"Wild" Bill Kasal: "And his opponent, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada; Standing 5 feet 11 inches tall; Weighing 225 pounds; He is The Current HARDKORE WORLD LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...'PLATINUM' PAT BOZZINI!!!"

[The America West Arena roars as Pat hesitantly enters the electrified cage. Being very careful not to touch any of the sides. Mike Peters signals for the bell and the match begins]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Lucifer Jones and Pat Bozzini circle one another. Jones goes low, but Bozzini flips him across the ring with an arm drag. Jones gets up only to be arm dragged across the ring again.

[Lucifer Jones gets up, walks over to Bozzini and pimp slaps him right across his face! The Phoenix fans boo. Before Bozzini can react, Jones spits in his face. The America West Arena lets out a collective "Oh!"]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Pat Bozzini wipes the spit off his cheek and then kicks Jones in the balls! He lifts Jones up and does some more damage to his White Chapel with an inverted atomic drop. Jones drops down into a guillotine choke.

[Pat Bozzini wraps his legs around Lucifer Jones' waist, while rocking back with LuJo's head in his arms. Jones tries to do a push-up off the mat, but Bozzini rocks back to the mat with his head]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Pat Bozzini squeezes Jones' neck. Lucifer Jones slips his head out of his arms and punches his way out of the guillotine choke. He gets up and soccer kicks him in the face.

[Lucifer Jones grabs a fist full of Bozzini's hair, then repeatedly punches him in the face. Bozzini drops to his knees dazed. Lucifer Jones runs into the ropes and finishes him off a stiff running yakuza kick to the head]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Bozzini gets to his feet but ducks a right hand, back suplexing Lucifer Jones.

Referee Mike Peters: 1...(Lucifer Jones gets his shoulder up)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Pat Bozzini snap mares Jones over his shoulder, then flips over with a chiropracter crunch. Bozzini picks Jones up and gut wrench suplexes him across the ring.

[The audience cheers. Bozzini gut wrench suplexes him to the other side of the ring. He picks up Jones and gives him a third gut wrench suplex]

Phil Blauer: I want to find the guy that decided doing three moves in a row was cool and shoot him.

Guillermo O'Bannon: Pat Bozzini waistlocks Jones but LuJo back elbows him in the face that back peddles him into the corner. Pat Bozzini punches Jones in the face and then slaps him across the face again.

[Lucifer Jones kicks Bozzini in the stomach, and chokes him with the tag rope. He bites Bozzini until he draws blood and then finishes it up with a hard close fist punch to the face]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Lucifer Jones drops Bozzini on the back of his head with a snap backdrop driver!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Pat Bozzini kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Jones pulls his steel studded belt out of his pant loops, and whips Bozzini across his back with it. He gives him a second lash that sends shockwaves of pain through Platinum Pat's body.

[The Phoenix fans boo as Lucifer Jones whips Bozzini again, making him cringe. Lucifer Jones wraps it around Bozzini's neck and chokes him with it. He braces his knee against Pat's back and yanks the belt against his throat]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Lucifer Jones ties Pat Bozzini by the neck to the bottom rope. Jones stomps and kicks the helpless Hardkore World Light Heavyweight Champion while he bleeds on the bottom rope. He pulls Pat up and butterflies his arms, but Bozzini backdrops him. He dragon suplexes Lucifer Jones!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Lucifer Jones gets his shoulder up)

Guillermo O'Bannon: "Platinum" Pat Bozzini climbs to the top turnbuckle being very careful not to touch the cage and missle dropkicks Jones!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Lucifer Jones kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: He northern lights suplexes Jones while holding his legs!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Lucifer Jones rolls his shoulder up)

Guillermo O'Bannon: A busted open "Platinum" Pat Bozzini applies a crippler crossface. He pulls up on Jones' face & arm, linking his fingers together. Bozzini leans back on the crossface. He wrenches his face to the side.

[Lucifer Jones grabs the rope and Mike Peters forces him to break the crossface. He pulls Jones up and attempts to run him into the electrified cage wall, but Jones puts the the breaks on and back elbows him]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Lucifer Jones irish whips Bozzini into the ropes and drops him headfirst into an emerald frosion called The Dog's Bollocks!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Pat Bozzini kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Jones climbs to the top turnbuckle and hops off with a double ribbreaker stomp!!

[Bozzini clutches his stomach, and spits up a little on the canvas]

Phil Blauer: Gross. Matthew, clean that up.

former prowrestling.com internet reporter Matt Boone: But...the cage....is electrified.

Phil Blauer: Not when you get around to it. Now!

former prowrestling.com internet reporter Matt Boone: Yes, sir.

Guillermo O'Bannon: Lucifer Jones wheelbarrows Bozzini's legs and flips him over into a german suplex!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Pat Bozzini rolls his shoulder up)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Lucifer Jones cobra clutches Bozzini. He thrashes Pat from side to side and then lifts him up and drops him into a backbreaker. He maintains the cobra clutch and continues to press him against his knee. Lucifer's Touch!

[Bozzini growls out refusals to submit as Jones continues to stretch him. Matt Boone tries to grab the cage door but gets zapped and tossed into the railing]

Phil Blauer: MATT!! ...You didn't get the puke!

Guillermo O'Bannon: LuJo continues to torture Bozzini with Lucifer's Touch until Pat pokes him in the eye with his free arm. He rolls him up into a small package!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Lucifer Jones rolls Bozzini over)

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Pat Bozzini kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Both men up to a vertical base and Bozzini catches Lucifer Jones with a Bozz Cutt diamond cutter!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Lucifer Jones kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Pat Bozzini electric chairs Jones up and then drops him up against the electrified cage wall with an ocean cyclone suplex!!

[The America West Arena erupts! Lucifer Jones rolls around the mat, with burn marks on his back. His leg twitches and shakes. Bozzini picks him up and runs him into the ropes for a backroll press, but Jones ducks and Bozzini smacks the electrified cage!! The fans boo as both men lie next to one another in agony]

Referee Mike Peters: 1!

Phil Blauer: Both men are thinking right now, "Let's not do that again."

Referee Mike Peters: 2!

Referee Mike Peters: 3!

Guillermo O'Bannon: Lucifer Jones and Pat Bozzini are knocked out. If both man hadn't been zapped this match would be over.

Referee Mike Peters: 4!

Referee Mike Peters: 5!

Referee Mike Peters: 6!

Referee Mike Peters: 7!

Referee Mike Peters: 8!

Guillermo O'Bannon: Lucifer Jones climbs up by the ropes, and stops the count. He release german suplexes a bloody Pat Bozzini onto the back of his neck! He applies a stepover toehold. He rolls him up into a cradle, grabbing the tights!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Pat Bozzini kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: LuJo irish whips Bozzini into the ropes and goes for a huracanrana but Bozzini suddenly comes to life and delivers a powerbomb! Bozzini tosses him over his shoulder with a double overhook suplex!

[The audience cheers. Pat Bozzini climbs to the top turnbuckle and then dives off with a froggy flying body press]

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Lucifer Jones kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: "Platinum" Pat Bozzini drills Jones' head into the canvas with a piledriver!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Lucifer Jones kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Bozzini pulls Jones up, kicking him. LuJo grabs one of the kicks and answers with an STO! He hangs on to Pat's leg and stomps him in the gut a few times.

[Lucifer Jones stomps him in the groin, and then finishes it off with a jumping double stomp on his face! Lucifer stands over Pat, laughing & holding his face, mocking Pat who's doing the same]

Phil Blauer: Lucifer Jones is evil incarnate!

Guillermo O'Bannon: Lucifer Jones lifts "Platinum" Pat Bozzini up in a crucifix and then running razor's edges him into the electrified cage!!

Phil Blauer: Oh my god!

[Pat Bozzini jolts back to the mat, his legs spasming. Lucifer Jones sits on his back and applies a camel clutch. The Phoenix fans boo]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Lucifer Jones leaning back on Pat's head & arms in that camel clutch, then uses his fingernails to tear Pat's cut over his eye open.

Phil Blauer: Blood's really starting to flow now.

Guillermo O'Bannon: Jones whacks the side of Pat's head with a couple of crossface punches, then goes back to the camel clutch. He fish hooks Pat's mouth just to humliate him.

Phil Blauer: Hey, alot of guys pay good money for that.

Guillermo O'Bannon: Lucifer hits him with another crossface forearm smash and then rakes his cut some more for good measure. Lucifer Jones climbs to the top turnbuckle but Pat bounces into the ropes to trip him up & crotch him on the turnbuckle. Pat Bozzini climbs to the second rope, butterflies his arms and double underhook powerbombs him off the top rope!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...thr- (Jones claps his legs together on Bozzini's head)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Pat Bozzini lifts him up with a double chicken wing, then runs him into the electrified cage!! He rolls him back into a backroll press!

Phil Blauer: He's been trying for this move all night!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...thr- (Lucifer Jones kicks out)

Phil Blauer: I don't believe it!

Guillermo O'Bannon: Pat Bozzini applies an STF and then rolls it over into an inverted STF. He grinds his forearm down against Jones' throat, pulling his head back towards him.

[The Phoenix fans clap faster & faster rooting Pat on. Mike Peters checks in to see if Lucifer Jones wants to quit. Pat Bozzini switches it up into a kataha-jime. He uses his powerful legs to prevent Lucifer from getting any new air]

Guillermo O'Bannon: "Platinum" Pat Bozzini clamps down on Lucifer Jones' throat. Mike Peters tests Lucifer Jones' arm, and he keeps it up. Bozzini releases the kataha-jime and pulls him up. Pat Bozzini climbs to the top turnbuckle but Jones suddenly runs up the turnbuckles, and drops him back to the mat with a super backdrop driver!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Pat Bozzini kicks out)

[Lucifer Jones applies a front facelock and grabs a chicken wing. He twists him around into a neckbreaker]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Toxic Shock Drop!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Pat Bozzini kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Lucifer Jones release dragon suplexes him! He atomic drops "Platinum" Pat on the turnbuckle, facing the cage. Jones climbs to the second turnbuckle behind him. He lifts him up into a human torture rack, and then flips him onto his head with a super burning hammer!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...thr- (Pat Bozzini kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Lucifer Jones goes for a suplex, but Bozzini blocks it with his leg. He answers with a snap suplex. He climbs to the top turnbuckle, but Jones punches him in the stomach. Lucifer Jones steps up to the second turnbuckle and moonsault uranages him off the top rope!! London Air Raid!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...thr- (Pat Bozzini kicks out)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Pat Bozzini ducks a punch and blue thunder bombs Lucifer Jones!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...(Lucifer Jones claps his legs together on Bozzini's head)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Bozzini inverted facelocks Jones and then twists him around into a test drive he calls The Broken Promise!!

[Bozzini irish whips Jones into the ropes, but Lucifer hops onto the middle of the second rope and jumps back into a springboard tornado DDT]

Guillermo O'Bannon: Lucifer Jones grabs two handfuls of Pat Bozzini's blood soaked hair and runs him facefirst into the cage!! He lifts him up into a double underhook canadian backbreakers him into a Death Driver!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...thr- (Pat Bozzini gets his foot on the bottom ropes)

Guillermo O'Bannon: Lucifer Jones pulls Pat up by the hair and takes a swing at him, but Pat ducks and runs his head into the electrified cage and then backs into a mexican roll-up!!

Referee Mike Peters: 1...2...3!!!

[The audience cheers and Fear Factory's "Archetype" plays. "Platinum" Pat Bozzini crawls out of the electrified cage, grabbing his Hardkore World Light Heavyweight title from Peters on his way down the ringsteps]

"Wild" Bill Kasal: "At 15 minutes 29 seconds; THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND STILL HARDKORE WORLD LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...'PLATINUM' PAT BOZZINI!!!"

Guillermo O'Bannon: Platinum Pat Bozzini walks out with his life and Hardkore World Light Heavyweight Championship.

Phil Blauer: You know Rising Sun is happy about that. He'd much rather get Bozzini in a ring than ever have to face Lucifer ever again.

[Yuku Shiro]

[Cameras show Yuku Shiro pacing back and forth; she stops and throws a series of left and right combination. Snaps a left front kick, holds it, snaps it onto a standing side kick, and then holds it. She chambers it, and then brings it down quickly snapping her right leg into a crescent kick, then becomes a windmill as she brings it down only to launching the left leg into a reverse roundhouse kick, before driving it down to the floor getting into a low horse stance with her guard up. A ring attendant walks up to her.]

Ring Attendant – Ms. Shiro…it’s time.

[Yuku nods as he walks away. She takes a DEEP breath, and then lets it all out.]

Yuku Shiro – Put up or shut up time.

[Yuku heads to the ring for the title match.]

[~Syberus~]

[The camera opens on the Un-Stable’s locker room, the great Syberus is sat on the bench wearing one of the Connection’s “We always win” T-Shirts, taping his wrists, and watching the images of Platinum Pat upsetting Lucifer Jones… which is interrupted by Yuku Shiro’s enormous Soutter’s-thigh-size tits. She says something, but her breasts are covering the microphone so whatever it is comes out muffled. Adrian Tanner Jnr. is polishing a title belt, as Syberus takes the Hardkore World Heavyweight Championship in his hands and stares into the glimmering centre plate. ]

Syberus: “Am I a bad guy, Aids?”

Adrian: “…What’s that, like a trick question?”

Syberus: “I’m just wondering if I’m a bad guy. You know… for thinking that Yuku Shiro’s title match is the most irrelevant card filler ever seen… that Platinum Pat still doesn’t even raise an eyebrow to the pro wrestling masses, and that Dan Stein should have given up and gone home when his association with Cobryn stopped carrying his career.”

Adrian: “You’re kidding, right? You just named some of your best qualities.”

Syberus: “I’m the Hardkore World Heavyweight Champion. I’ve got a handful of friends and a planet load of enemies. Just the way I like it. I’m willing to hold someone in a sleeper for 20 minutes or bash their head in with a rusty metal chair to keep this Championship with me. My blood is on this belt. A lot of other people’s blood is on this belt, too. It was forged in blood, has a legacy built on blood, and will be the very pinnacle of this great sport until the end of existence and the extinction of mortal flesh. Stamped into it’s bloody history, Aids, will be the great Syberus.”

“I’ll wrap my hands around Hunglestein’s throat until the life leaves his eyes to keep my name on that plate. There’s a part of me that scares even myself. But I’ll use it. Oh, I’ll use it. ‘Cause no one’s ever going to tell me I didn’t spill blood and lose blood to get to where I am. No one’s ever going to tell me I didn’t go all out to be the Hardkore World Champion. It’s what I was born to do, it’s what I exist for.”

“And it’s not about a big stage, it’s not about the spotlight. It’s just survival. This is survival of the fittest. Survival of the most violent. Kill or be killed. And tonight if I have to break Robert’s legs, tear his shoulders out of place and leave him bleeding from the eyes, the great Syberus is leaving as Hardkore World Heavyweight Champion.”

[He stands up, places the title belt over his shoulder and begins to pace.]

Syberus: “The scary thing is, Aids, I know how to do all that stuff better than anyone else. I know how to cause someone misery and pain like they’ve never felt before. And you know what the worst part is? Sometimes I’m just not satisfied if I haven’t inflicted that misery and pain. I want to know they’re scared… I want to know they’re hurting. And I want to stomp another boot across their face just for laughs. I like to see someone frantic and frightened. I like to see them screaming for the ropes and I love to see the hopelessness when they’re still three feet away.”

[He pops the cap on a mineral water, and takes a sip.]

Syberus: “It makes me feel good inside, Adrian. When I leave someone feeling defeated and inferior… that’s a rush to me. It’s almost as big a rush as I get holding this thing and knowing it’s mine.”

[He pats the belt.]

Syberus: “It’s a drug. A drug more addictive that I could have ever thought. Tonight I’m going to make Hunglestein’s life nothing short of hell. I’m going to make him scream for release; cry for the end. I want to know that when he goes back to his locker room he’s going to be wallowing in sorrow and disappointment. That thought puts a smile on my face.”

“So what d’you reckon, Aids? Am I a bad guy now?”

Adrian, still polishing the belt.: “You’re getting there.”

[Syberus takes a deep breath, then shakes his head.]

Syberus: “Doesn’t matter. Because I’m the Hardkore World Heavyweight Champion. I’m the best there is. I’m the best wrestler walking on the face of the planet. There’s not a person in this company that I can’t beat, pure fact. I walk tall and everyone else shields their eyes from the light shining off of this 10 pounds of gold right here.”

“From now on, someone steps up and I crush the insignificant fuckers underfoot. I’d brutalise Yuku to keep this belt then use the bruised bitch as a footstool. I’d kick X’s nose off his face then Pure Confidence him onto that flaming bag of dog shit. I’d break Dan Stein’s neck then crucify his burning corpse right in the middle of that ring. I’d hang Lucifer Jones from the rafters and spit on him as he swayed in the breeze. I’ll hit Hunglestein with so many backbreakers that he eventually just snaps in half.”

“Injure, maim, crush, kill… I’ll bury anyone that thinks they’ve got a shout for this title and confine them to the sands of time. I can’t be beaten. I won’t be beaten. I’ve chalked up four wins over Robert already and tonight’s not going to be any different. Then it’s just a case of scraping that fat lump of turd Paul Soutter off the sole of Hardkore World. After that it’s to the future. It’s to the next dumb fuck that wants to put his life on the line by stepping between the same ropes as the great Syberus.”

“Now excuse me fellas, but I’ve got bones to break.”

[He takes another sip of the water, then leaves the room.]

Adrian: “Getting warmer…”

[Fade.]