IGA: Sin City Survival

[TheRobLoney]

[Early the morning of the show, the shot opens on "The One Man
Dynasty" Drake Dresden, jogging back and forth near the offices of the
road agent. Drake is giving off a faint "swish, swish" with every
movement and seems to be perspiring heavily. Looking at his attire, it
seems obvious... he's wearing a set of trashbags and frantically doing
calisthenics. After stopping jogging, Drake drops down and begins to
do a round of push ups. After forty quick push ups, he jumps back up
and begins doing jumping jacks]

OMD: One more. One more.

[Drake stops and begins to do sprints down the hallway. Finally, he
nods his head, looking especially pleased with himself before
stripping off the trashbags and standing in just a pair of compression
shorts. He raps on the door of the road agent and continues to bounce
in place]

OMD: C'mon. Be there...

[Drake huffs and runs back and forth again, spitting as he goes. He
seems to be getting increasingly antsy and as he does, "One Second"
Steve Streamline, IGA's head road agent walks into frame holding a
steaming cup of coffee and shaking out the keys to his office. Upon
viewing the young upstart, Steve stops in place and stares at him
without a word, before shaking his head and opening the office door.
Finally coming back out, he folds his arms and leans against the
doorway]

Streamline: Kid... WHAT are you doing?

[Drake stops in place, finally noticing the presence of Streamline]

OMD: Oh, hey! I'm ready! I already calibrated the scale for ya.

[Drake points to a large metal 'slider' scale next to Streamline's door]

Streamline: Great, great...


...why?

[Drake stops in place but begins throwing shadow punches over and over]

OMD: To weigh in.

Streamline: For what?

OMD: The match.

[Streamline finally holds his hands up to stop Drake in place]

Streamline: Wait, wait, wait. Are you telling me you're here to weigh
in for your match tonight?

OMD: Cute. C'mon, get me on the scale so I can rehydrate. I cut like,
30 pounds in 6 days... I'm wrecked. But I made it. 185, baby!

[Streamline can't help but smile as he covers his mouth. He shakes his
head again before looking at the One Man Dynasty]

Streamline: Kid. This is professional wrestling. You don't weigh in.
You don't cut weight. Hell, as long as you show up without your dongle
hanging out, pretty much anything goes.

[Drake looks completely confused]

OMD: Are you kidding me?! Man... did I tell you I cut 30 pounds in 6 days?

Streamline: Yeah, ya did. That must... be unpleasant.

OMD: Unpleasant? The last piss I took looked like it came out of an
hourglass! Jesus.

[Drake paces in circles now, looking a little lost. Streamline
suddenly comes to a realization and grabs the bridge of his nose]

Streamline: Kid. Tell me you haven't been cutting weight this whole time.

OMD: Oh yeah, sir. Every morning. I mean, there usually isn't anyone
here... but I weigh in on my own, take a polaroid of the scale with my
weight and tape it to the door.

Streamline: That's you?! I was wondering who kept sending half nude
pictures of themselves on a scale. I just though Tanner was trying to
get a leg up. And now that I think about it, you cut weight against
MUNSON?!

OMD: Yeah. Of course. I mean, I had no idea how he made weight but I
just assumed I would get 20% of his purse. Fine by me, ya know. Extra
coin in my pocket.

Streamline: Kid. You are a SPECIAL level of dumb.

[Drake whips a hand at him, pointing at him from a distance]

OMD: I'm not dumb. Got a REAL high IQ, in fact. I'm just... I'm new to
this kinda stuff. Didn't realize we didn't half to cut weight. Hell,
next you're gonna tell me I didn't have to pee in a cup before and
after a match.

[Streamline stares at him]

OMD: You're kidding me.

Streamline: Like I said, short of using a firearm or having your
dongle hanging out, pretty much anything goes. I mean, have you SEEN
Essex?

OMD: I thought he was road crew...

Streamline: Hold on a second, chief. ...Where have you been peeing?

[Drake points to a line of red cups along the nearby wall]

OMD: Those cups. I figured you did batch testing so you used the
bigger cups. I pee in them before and after every match. I'm clean as
a whistle.

Streamline: ...we do not do competition piss testing. What you've done
is undoubtedly pee in somebody's drink. Twice a show... for the last 3
weeks.

[Drake strokes his chin]

OMD: Hmm...

Streamline: And more to the point, you've been wrestling every show
THAT dehydrated? How the hell are you standing?

OMD: Oh, this? Been doing it for years. Kinda used to it. Make no
mistake, my saliva is the consistency of pancake batter right now, but
hell... a little discomfort is nothing.

Streamline: You realize you're facing 5 other guys. 5 HYDRATED and
HEALTHY guys? 2 of which are the size of industrial freezers?

[Drake waves his hand in the air like brushing away a gnat, all while
staring into nothing]

OMD: Oh yeah. Done all my research on 'em. Hell, Faith is arguably the
most imposing and he's 'bout the size I am. But that Lord guy, man.
He's a biggun... and athletic for such an old bastard. And the mute...
his sister may do the talking for him, but the guy can wrestle.

Trust me, I know all about them. Been finding and studying tape on
everyone I could... though Nyx is probably the hardest to get anything
on at this moment. I was able to see on facebook that he likes the Da
Vinci Code movie, so at least I know he isn't that bright.

Streamline: ...says the guy who's been peeing in beer cups and
dehydrating himself every show.

OMD: There's a difference between intelligence and naivete'. I'm
clearly in the latter, and if I were to overlook any one of these men,
I'd have to force myself in the former. Right now... I need to find A.
Gatorade. B. Pedialyte C. Cliff Bars and D. An apology card.

Streamline: Apology card?

OMD: Didn't we just go over that I've been pissing in someone's beer
for weeks? That requires a hallmark visit if I've ever heard of it.

[Streamline smiles and shakes his head as he walks back into his office]

Streamline: All the talent in the world and no idea how to use it.

OMD: ...at least I know I'm up to Snuff!

[With that, Drake runs off as Streamline runs back out and looks
around for whoever stole his old catchphrase]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST!
"Black Jesus" Christian Faith
vs
"Eyes Wide Shut" Ethan McBride
vs
"One Man Dynasty" Drake Dresden
vs
Lord Alexander Bennington
vs
'The Silent Sentinel' Gavin Aycliffe
vs
Chael "The Nuke" Nyx
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[The bell rings as Chael Nyx and Ethan McBride circle each other in the middle of the ring, both men lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. Even though McBride had the height advantage, he wasn't able to move Nyx and his lower center of balance. Both men trying to jock for position, McBride catching the new comer with an inside knee lift, doubling over, Nyx caught a right to the side of the head by Eyes Wide Shut and send stumbling. McBride shoves Nyx back into the ropes and whips him across the ring, McBride misses with a clothesline off the rebound! Nyx hits the ropes building up more momentum and connects with a diving shoulder block! McBride stays on his feet, rocked backwards, Nyx hits the ropes again, Christian Faith making a blind tag. Chael spins around and levels McBride with a roaring elbow!]

DeLuica: The Nuke just leveled McBride with that roaring elbow!

Streamline: I think he might have knocked his teeth down his throat! But Christian Faith made the blind tag when Nyx hit the ropes!

[McBride goes down from the elbow, Nakamura orders Chael out of the ring, Christian Faith springboards up to the top rope and comes off with a front flip leg drop across the throat of McBride! Christian Faith floats over and covers McBride for the pin!]















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[SHOULDER UP!]

[Faith gets back to his feet quickly, waiting on McBride, as Ethan stands, Faith jumps into the air and connects with a dropkick to the face knocking McBride backwards into the corner. Faith charges forward and jumps up to the middle rope, hammering down with rights into the head of McBride. Gavin Aycliffe slaps the arm of Faith tagging himself into the match! Christian jumps up and dropkicks McBride in the face against the corner before Nakamura ordered him out of the ring! The Silent Sentinel ducks between the ropes and lowers his shoulder into the stomach of McBride, slamming home shoulder after shoulder to the midsection knocking the wind out of the big man!]

DeLuica: Gavin Aycliffe may not say much, but his actions will show a different story.

Streamline: Now if only Lindsay will follow suit and shut up, he'd probably be better off.

[Aycliffe ducks his head down and lifts McBride onto his shoulders with a fireman's carry. McBride fires several elbows into the side of Aycliffe's face! Ethan lands on his feet behind Gavin, lifting him up for a belly to back suplex, catching the head of Gavin, McBride comes down with a neckbreaker! Aycliffe rolls back and forth holding his neck, McBride grabs the arm of Aycliffe, pulling him up to his feet and then into a short arm clothesline. The big man goes down, McBride continues to hold his arm, pulling him back up to his feet again and connecting with another short arm clothesline!]

Streamline: Ethan McBride showing who the dominate big man in the organization is!

DeLuica: McBride has been around for a long time, he's looking to break out here in the IGA.

[McBride climbs out of the ring, reaching back inside and pulling Aycliffe to the edge of the ring apron. McBride takes a step back and sends a running knee into the side of Aycliffe's head! Gavin rolls away holding his skull into the corner. McBride yells at the crowd, Faith tags himself back into the match and waits on the apron. McBride climbs back up to the apron focusing on Aycliffe having missed the tag, as he starts to duck between the ropes, Faith slingshots to the top rope and comes off with a double stomp across the back of McBride's head, driving him head first into the canvas with all of Faith's weight on top! The big man was hung up in the ropes and face down on the canvas, Christian grabbing the legs of McBride and covering him for the pin!]




DeLucia: Unbelievable... the talented lightweight is REALLY taking it to McBride, here!

Streamline: What the hell is this, lord of the flies?














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THREE!!

Corlone: ETHAN MCBRIDE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

DeLucia: SHOCKING elimination of the super heavyweight, there. McBride eliminated early by a tandem of beatings from Aycliffe and Faith.

Streamline: Yeah well.. they're still... shut up.

[Faith stands up and turns into a springboard dropkick from Drake Dresden! Both lightweights pop back up to their feet, Dresden shooting in with a double leg take down and hammering Christian with a series of short forearms to the face. Faith scrambles back up to his feet, Dresden catching him with a spinning back kick to the stomach. Hooking the head of Christian, Drake takes him over with a snap suplex in the middle of the ring! Standing back up, Drake plays up to the crowd for a moment, rushing into the ropes. Lord Alexander Bennington reaches his leg out to kick Dresden in the back! Drake stumbles forward, Faith stands up and explodes with a hunincanrana! Dresden is taken over and sent rolling, Faith crawls towards the corner and tags in Bennington.]

Streamline: Drake is going to suffer now! The big man is going to show this kid what it's like to be in the ring with the professionals!

[Alexander climbs over the top rope, moving towards Drake and lifting him up for a Scoop Slam. Holding him like a small child, Bennington walks around the ring before planting Dresden in the middle of the ring. Shoving Dresden onto his stomach, Bennington sits across his lower back and pulls on the head of Drake with a camel clutch! Bennington rears back trying to break Dresden in two, Nakamaura checking to see if the One Man Dynasty was willing to give up but getting the obvious 'No'.]

Streamline: I give Bennington a lot of credit, I've been told he's been suffering the effects of the Lysol to the eyes he took last week. But he's out here and he's going to snap Drake in two!

[Dresden reaches for the ropes, a long way away. Bennington breaks the camel clutch but keeps in contacts with Drake. Driving his knees into the back of Dresden, Bennington rolls backwards with a bow and arrow! Pushing up and pulling down, Dresden shouts out in pain while being bent in half! Nakamura continues to check with Dresden to see if he wanted to give up. Drake tried to shake his head back and forth, trying to jerk and spasm before he could flip over on top of Bennington for the pin!]


Streamline: WHAT? NO!

DeLuica: He could steal the pinfall!















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[POWER KICKOUT!]


DeLucia: WOW! With a authority and Dresden sent into the air following that kick out and crashes down to
the mat.

[Before Bennington could get his hands on Drake again, Dresden dives forward and tags in Gavin Aycliffe. Aycliffe climbs into the ring and catches Bennington with a boot to the stomach doubling him over, hooking the head, Gavin elevates Bennington with a Vertical Suplex! Holding the over 7 foot monster in the air, Aycliffe seems like he could hold him forever before suddenly dropping him backwards! Bennington sits up clutching his lower back, Aycliffe drags him back up again and into the neutral corner. Hammering away with several rights to the side of the head, Gavin locks Bennington up in a belly to belly and throws him backwards overhead! The big man crashes off the mat, looking shocked at the power of Aycliffe. Gavin crouches down waiting on Bennington to stand again, charging forward with a lariat, Bennington grabs hold of the top rope and falls to the mat sending Aycliffe flying over the top rope to the floor!]

Streamline: But all that power with no brain to control it? Useless.
DeLuica: Inexperienced, he will only learn with each match!

Streamline: Hopefully his career last long enough for him to learn!

[Slapping the hand of Bennington, Christian Faith tags himself back into the mat. Climbing up to the top turnbuckle, Faith dives off the top with a shooting star plancha onto Aycliffe as he climbs back up to his feet! Both men were down outside of the ring, Nakamaura putting the count on both men!]

Streamline: Now THAT'S THE AGGRESSION! WOW! What a move.

DeLucia: Incredibly athleticism shown by Faith and wow is right. Shooting star plancha off the apron. VERY impressive.Both men down outside of the ring, Nakamaura putting the count on both men!

1...

2...

3...

[Lindsay rushes over to her brother trying to get him back up, Christian uses the guard rail to stand up again.]

Streamline: No brains AND his sister fights for him? Pfft.

4...

5...

6...

[Lindsay moves away while Faith comes in with a straight kick to Gavin's head, pulling him up against the ring apron.]

Streamline: YEAH! GET HIM! Put the BOOTS to the MUTE! BOOT DA MUTE!

DeLucia: You worry me...

7...

8...

[Rolling Gavin into the ring, Faith climbs up to the apron and slingshots over the top rope with an elbow to the chest of Aycliffe. Covering him for the pin, Faith riding high on Gavin's shoulders.]









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[KICKOUT!]

DeLucia: Wow. I thought he had it. Great show of heart by Aycliffe.

Streamline: Heart. Right. 'cuz that wins fights.

[Stomping away at the head of Aycliffe, Faith rushes into the ropes and comes off with full momentum. Aycliffe stands up slowly but catches Faith who dives at him with a cross body block! Holding Faith for a moment, again showing his power, Aycliffe throws Faith backwards overhead with a Fallaway Samoan Drop! The Shattering Quiet left Faith laid out on the mat, Gavin reaches up and tags in Dresden. Drake ducks into the ring, pulling Faith up and whipping him into the ropes, Christian rebounds into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Clutching his back, Dresden covers him for the pin!]

DeLuica: Christian Faith is in a world of trouble!

Streamline: You expect this home schooled Special Ed child to succeed?















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T...[SHOULDER UP!]

[Pinning the arm of Faith down, Dresden kneels across it in the Salaverry position. Throwing several short punches and elbows into the head of Faith as he struggles to get free. Finally able to slip his arm out from underneath Dresden, Faith rolls out of the ring to the floor holding the side of his face. Dresden stands up and rushes into the ropes, ducking down for a suicide dive, Christian jumps forward with an elbow to the face, stuffing Dresden! Drake falls backwards and rolls to the middle of the ring, Faith dives into the ring, Dresden gets to one knee, Faith rushes forward and steps up on the knee of Drake, floating around his shoulders and snapping him backwards with a reverse frankensteiner! The Shining Ninja smashed the back of Drake's head on the canvas, Faith wasting no time, lifting Dresden back up and coming down with a Kryptonite Crunch before covering him for the pin!]

Streamline: That's it! Drake goes back to Iowa in a casket!

DeLuica: What impact by Christian Faith!
























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TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRRRRR...[SHOULDER UP!]

[Ducking out of the ring, Faith waits on the apron. Jumping to the top rope and coming off with a springboard 450 splash! Dresden raises his knees into the stomach of Faith, Christian having the air knocked out of him! Popping back up to his feet, Faith doubled over Dresden hooking the head and arm of Black Jesus for a Guillotine and jumping into a half guard! Faith remand standing however! Dresden locking his legs tighter around the leg of Faith trying to bring him down to the mat with the Delusions of Grandeur!]

DeLuica: He's got the choke locked in!

Streamline: That should be illegal!

DeLuica: It's legal here! Faith might not be able to hold on!

[Faith reaches with his free arm towards the ropes and loses his balance going down to the mat, Dresden squeezes tighter! Locking the choke in, Christian tried to pushes the arm of Dresden away to slip free!]

[TAP!]

[TAP!]

[TAP!]

Corlone: Christian Faith has been eliminated!

Streamline: Faith, I loose it with each match!

[Breaking the choke, Christian clutched his throat trying to catch his breath and looking at Dresden. Drake scooted backwards slightly, Faith holding his hand out to Dresden and nodding in respect. Drake looking unsure for a moment before shaking the hand of Faith in a good show of sportsman ship! Rushing past both men, The Nuke hits the ropes and levels Drake with a Ground Clothesline snapping his head backwards. Chael quickly covering Dresden for the pin!]

Streamline: And the Nuke explodes on Dresden! This is how you make an impact in the IGA right off the bat!















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THHHHHHHHHH...[SHOULDER UP!]

[Dragging Dresden to the corner, Chael unleashes a series of disgustingly stiff chops! Each shot leaving a red whelp across the chest of Dresden while his knees look like they're going to buckle underneath him. Driving him into the ropes, Nyx sends Dresden across the ring and catches him on the rebound with a spinebuster! Floating over to cover him for the pin!]

DeLuica: The air was just knocked out of Dresden! Nyx could have him now!














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THREEEEE...[SHOULDER UP!]

[Dresden was hoisted up and whipped into the corner, Nyx charges in behind him but before he hits the corner, Drake gets his foot up to the middle turnbuckle blocking it. Kicking off, Drake flys backwards through the air with a back elbow to the face of Nyx rocking him! Nyx shakes it off and spins around with a roaring elbow, Dresden rolls underneath and comes up in the corner of Bennington, slapping him on the chest and ducking out of the ring! Alexander sneers looking back at Dresden before climbing over to the top rope into the ring. Nyx rushes towards Lord Bennington with a stiff knife edge, the big man was rocked but quickly retaliates with a double cross chop to Nyx's throat! Chael stumbles backwards trying to catch his breath, Bennington grabs the back of Nyx's head and throws him head first into the top turnbuckle! Scooping Nyx back up against the corner, Bennington hangs him in the tree of woe!]

DeLuica: The big man is hung upside down! He could be in real trouble here!

Streamline: Bennington has been through it all, it's not like this hasn't happened to him before. He will endure through!

[Stomping away at the chest of Nyx, Bennington takes a few steps backwards and rushes forward with a spear in into Nyx in the corner! Chael falls out of the corner and down to the mat clutching his stomach, Bennington pulls Nyx over to his back and covers him for the three count!]











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THHHRRRE...[SHOULDER UP!]

[Bennington grabs the head of Nyx and drags him towards Gavin holding his hand out for the tag. Gavin looks at Bennington for a moment not taking the tag, Lindsay yelling at Gavin to get into the ring and put Nyx away, trying to make a statement. Gavin slaps the hand of Bennington and climbs into the ring, Alexander shoves Nyx away and climbs out of the ring, leaving Aycliffe with no advantage. Nyx clutches his ribs still, Gavin looking at him for a moment and eating a haymaker to the side of the head for his hesitation! Gavin was rocked backwards but fires back with a right of his own, Nyx staggers and returns with a stiff chop and a left hook to the side of the face! Gavin unloads with another haymaker! Both men unloading on each other to the crowd's approval!]

DeLuica: These two big men are not backing down at all!

Streamline: It's times like these I'm glad I'm retired! These shots are hurting me!

[Nyx swings with a haymaker that Gavin ducks underneath, Chael turns around into a haymaker that sends him backwards into the ropes! Aycliffe ducks his head down and catches Nyx across his shoulders with a fireman's carry! Chael kicks off Gavin's shoulders and lands on his feet behind him, hooking him suddenly in a half nelson, Nyx explodes backwards with a half nelson on the big man! Aycliffe is folded up like an accordion! Nyx reaches up and tags on Bennington, Alexander climbs over the top rope and never hesitates, charging at Aycliffe and driving his knee square into the Silent Sentinel's temple! With the powerhouse laid out, Bennington covers him for the pin!]

Streamline: Aycliffe is out cold!















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TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE.....[SHOULDER UP!]

[Alexander pulls Aycliffe back up to his feet and drags him towards Dresden's corner, offering his hand out for the tag. Dresden reaches out to make the tag before coming up short and pulling his arm back, shaking his head no. Alexander shoves Aycliffe back down to the mat and stands towering over Dresden, berating the youngster. Grabbing Dresden suddenly by the throat, Drake goes wide eyed and jumps down off the apron pulling Alexander down with him and clothesling him across the top rope! Alexander stumbles backwards, Aycliffe rolls him up in a school boy!]

Streamline: DRESDEN YOU LITTLE BASTARD!

DeLuica: Aycliffe with the roll up!
























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TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEE![KICKOUT!]

DeLuica: GOT EM!

Corlone: Lord Alexander Bennington has been eliminated!

[Bennington kicked out a second too late. Nakamura motions that he was eliminated, Bennington slapping the mat and looks at Gavin who was still worse for wear. Looking for the Royal Kick, Bennington waved it off and climbed out of the ring to the floor. With his back to Nyx, Gavin was hooked for a Side Russian Leg Sweep and was thrown backwards across the knee of Nyx! Clutching his back, Aycliffe rolled back and forth in pain. Nyx pulls him back up to his feet and into a standing head scissors. Wrapping his arms around his waist, Nyx pulls him up for a piledriver! Aycliffe kicks his legs and stuffs the piledriver, landing on his feet and elevating Nyx in return with a back body drop!]

DeLuica: Aycliffe just saved himself! If Nyx hit that, it could have been over!

Streamline: Chael Nyx is obviously jet lagged! This isn't fair!

DeLuica: Are you making excuses already?

Streamline: Not at all! But you come from Japan, your first match here is with 5 others? I think there's a conspiracy against Nyx!

[Standing up and turning around, Nyx stumbles backwards into Gavin who ducks his head down and lifts him across his shoulders with the Suffer in Silence! Gavin spins around with the Torture Rack locked in, bouncing slightly as he adds more pressure, Nakamura checking on Nyx, ready to call for the bell at any second!]

DeLuica: How long can The Nuke hold on for!?

[Nyx wouldn't give up, but he would pay, Gavin dropping to his knees and jarring the back of Nyx across his shoulders, covering him for the pin!]














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THHHHH...[SHOULDER UP!]

[Kicking out, Nyx grit his teeth in pain, Aycliffe crawls towards Dresden and tags him back into the match. Dresden climbs to the top rope and waits on Chael, Nyx stands up slowly and catches sight of Dresden out of the corner of his eye! Drake jumps off the top for the Genetic Gold Mind! Nyx dives underneath Dresden and into the corner, Drake amazingly is able to land on his feet however! Chael ducks his head down between Drake's legs and clutches his wrists, standing up with an Electric Chair! Never hesitating, Nyx plants him with a Rolling Electric Chair Bomb! The Assault Driver knocked the wind out of Dresden, Nakamura sliding down to count the pin!]

DeLuica: ASSAULT DRIVER ON DRESDEN!

Streamline: Out of no where!














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THREE!!

Corlone: Drake Dresden has been eliminated!

[Aycliffe climbs into the ring and waits on Nyx! Chael turns around into a Fireman's carry and this time is launched overhead into a Gutbuster! Nyx clutches his stomach again, the Quieting Blow maybe enough to finish him off, Nakamura dropping to count the pin!]

Streamline: Kick out Chael!

DeLuica: Aycliffe could have done him in!














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TTHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRR....[SHOULDER UP!]

[Hammering across the back of Nyx's head and neck from behind, Gavin wraps his arms around his waist for a German Suplex! Lifting Chael into the air, Nyx fires a back elbow to the face stopping the German! Landing on his feet Nyx sends another back elbow to the face of Gavin to knock him off, Nyx spins around quickly with a Uraken Back Fist to the jaw of Aycliffe! Nyx falls to his knees on the mat, Aycliffe crumbles from the stiff shot, his eyes looking glazed over from the blow.]

Streamline: Good thing Gavin has nothing to say! That could have shattered his jaw!

DeLuica: Knock it off!

[Nyx pulls Aycliffe back up slowly and unleashes another stiff knife edge chop! Aycliffe stumbles backwards into the corner, barely able to stay on his feet. Chael whips him into the far buckles and barrels in after him with a lariat, Gavin throws his feet up into the face of the oncoming Nuke! Chael stumbles backwards, Aycliffe grabs the back of Nyx's head and drives it into the top turnbuckle! Nyx slumps before turning back to face Aycliffe, Gavin lifting him up to the top turnbuckle. Peppering him with rights Gavin starts to climb up to the middle buckle looking for a superplex!]

DeLuica: This isn't good! Both big men going up to the top, this could be the end!

Streamline: Nyx stuffing it!

[Nyx grabs the top rope and saves himself from being taken over, catching Gavin with several rights to the stomach, Chael shoves him off backwards to the mat. Gavin lands on his feet and stumbles backwards getting turned around, Nyx steps up to the top rope and dives off with a flying shoulder block!]

DeLuica: SILENCER! SILENCER!

[AWESOME COUNTER POP!]

DeLuica: He knocked him out of the air!

[Chael soared through the air, Gavin turned around just in time to see him, before Nyx could connect with the shoulder block. Gavin lunges forward with an European Uppercut, taking Nyx out of the sky and turning him inside out! Aycliffe falls to the mat with Nyx, pulling him over and covering him for the pin!]

DeLuica: It's over!













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THREE!!!

*DING DING DING!*

Corlone: The winner of this match..."THE SILENT SENTINEL" GAVIN AYCLIFFE!

[Lindsay climbs into the ring grabbing the arm of her brother and raising it in the air, Aycliffe stumbling back to his feet to the cheers of the crowd. Nyx holding his jaw and rolling out of the ring to the floor, trying to clear the cobwebs out following the big blow.]

DeLuica: Gavin Aycliffe with an amazing win tonight!

Streamline: Chael Nyx with an impressive debut as well, don't undermine him!

DeLuica: It was an excellent debut as well, but tonight it's Gavin Aycliffe's night!


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Backstage - Drake Dresden & Sean Darring
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[The One Man Dynasty is sitting backstage in his locker room, wiping
the sweat off of his brow and still breathing a bit heavy. He takes a
swig of pedialyte before taking a deep breath in his nose. In the room
with him is "The Legend" Sean Darring, smiling at his young prodigy]

OMD: Feels good. Good to start showing this company what it has in
store. Good to start down the path to legendary success. Hell, just
feels good to win.

LSD: Yeah, you did good, kid. Finally seem to be putting it together.
Remember, though. You can't just rest on this win. It was only the
beginning. You need to get those tapes and study them. Find out what
you did wrong, because no one's perfect, and drill them until you
never make the mistake again.

[Drake nods]

LSD: Do that? And maybe... MAYBE you'll be in line for a showdown with
the Legend.

[With that, Sean gives a sly smile and pats Drake on the back before
walking out of the room. Drake takes another sip out of the pedialyte
before standing up]

OMD: Old man thinks he can roll with the young dogs, eh?

[Drake began to unlace his wrestling boots as the sound of the door
reopening could be heard.]

Mysterious Voice: You think you're better then me don't you!?

Dresden: huh....

[Drake looked over his shoulder just in time to see a metal chair
coming at him!]

{CLANG!}

[Drake fell to his hands and knees as he reached for his head. The
chair came flying back down at him busting him on his back!]

{CLANG!}

{CLANG!}

{CLANG!}

[The camera shifted over showing a five foot nine inch frame in the
form of "Black Jesus" Christian Faith.]

Faith: You think you're better then me because you beat me!?

[He brought the chair high over his head as Drake laid face down on
the floor covering his head from further injury.]

Faith: You think because you have a mentor you're better then me, you
egotistical piece of garbage!

[The chair came crashing down on Drake Dresden's shoulder causing his
body to twitch from the impact.]

Faith: You've desecrated your body with a tattoo... A "Dynasty"
tattoo! You're no dynasty! You're just some average joe who thinks
he's something he's not!

[Christian raises the chair up over his head one more time and as he
brings it down one last time he released it causing the chair to
bounce off the forearms of Drake Dresden who laid motionless. Totally
out cold on the floor as Faith looks down at him with so much anger
and hate in his eyes.]

Faith: Take away your mentor...

["Black Jesus" bent down down grabbing the limp Drake Dresden by his
hair lifting his head off the floor. His eyes rolled back into his
head as Christian continued.]

Faith: Take away your success...

[With that Christian released his hair letting him go face first onto
the floor. The camera went to a close up of Drake before the sound of
the door closing ends the scene.]




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TOURNAMENT OF WARRIORS SEMI FINALS!
"The Legend" Sean Darring vs "The Locker Room Leader" Marty Donovan
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[The arena goes black as ocean sounds and a distant piano melody can be heard. The first loud chord of "Pirate Jet" by The Gorillaz plays and suddenly blinding white pyros go off. When the pyros fade Marty is in a cocky pose on the stage surrounded by his leeches and washed up wrestler friends. Marty and his entourage all wear his latest t-shirt and hats. His ring team hype up the crowd and push shopping carts of over priced merchandise that they sell to the front row. Former Hardkore World Color Commentator Phil Blauer gets in the ring and steals the microphone.]

Phil Blauer: Standing 6 feet tall, from Cheshire, Connecticut you "Locker Room Leader," Marty Donovan!

[Marty's best friend and training partner Steve Bishop helps him out of his pre-fight clothes and gives advice on the opponent. They bro hug and Marty slides into the ring. He tests out the ropes as the crowd rain down boos.]

Streamline: Marty Donovan is the best competitor in the IGA today!

DeLucia: Whatever your thoughts about Marty are, he still has to get past The Legend tonight.

[The legendary opening chords to the Final Countdown by Europe blasts over the PA system ...]

RA: Introducing from Miami, Florida... Standing at 6 foot 4 and weighing in at 240 lbs....

"THE LEGEND" SEAN DARRING.....

[The fans begin booing as a green mist emerges from the back. "The Legend" Sean Darring walks through the mist as he walks down the isle way. Decked out in a full blown golden robe with the words "The Legend" written in silver glitter letters. The crowd doesn't seam to phase him as he makes his way to the ring.]

DeLucia: And we are off with a bang!

[Donovan threw the ropes and crashes into Darring with a suicide dive! Donovan lands and starts throwing punches. Donovan stands up, grabs Darrings robe, and starts trying to rip it off of the Legend. Darring swings a wild punch, grazing Donovan's nose. Donovan fires back with a strong kick to Darring's side and then finishes ripping Darring's robe off. Donovan pulls Darring up and swings him right into the steel steps. Donovan walks over to Darring, kicks him in the side again, pulls him up, and finally rolls him into the ring.]

*DING*DING*DING

DeLucia: And this beat down finally making it into the ring.

Streamline: The Locker Room Leader starting things off strong and he is going to ride that momentum in to victory.

[Donovan again kicks Darring in the side, as Darring rolls to the corner. Donovan storms over and Darring quickly pulls him face first into the turnbuckle. Donovan faces smacks off the pad and Darring rolls him up!]

ONE



TWO



[Donovan rolls out of the pin and jumps back at Darring landing an elbow drop into Darring's side.]

DeLucia: Almost a quick victory for Darring!

Streamline: Marty just letting the Legend feel like he has some control!

[Donovan pulls Darring to the ropes, laying him on the bottom rope. Donovan reaches over the second rope and pulls Darring back as the referee starts counting. Donovan releases Darring before the referee gets to 5. Darring rolls back to the center of the ring but Donovan follows and goes to grab Darring by the hair again but eye gouge from the Legend. Darring comes up and sends Donovan down with a snap suplex. Donovan quickly gets back up and Darring puts him down with another snap suplex. Donovan quickly up again and Darring lifts him in the air with a stalling suplex and drops him hard to the mat. Donovan rolls over to his stomach and Darring starts stomping his back.]

DeLucia: The Legend showing every one that a few strong moves can put you in control quickly!

Streamline: Marty Donovan still has plenty of fight left in him and this match is still going!

[Darring pulls Donovan up and Donovan swings his knee into the Legends ribs. Darring stumbles back and Donovan hits dropkick to Darrings ribs. Darring goes down, Donovan puts his knee in Darring side, grabs his head and knee, and rolls back.]

DeLucia: Modified Bow and Arrow by Marty Donovan and you have to think all on Marty's work on those ribs might just pay off.

Streamline: Marty Donovan is seconds away from going to the Tournament of Warriors finales!

[Darring yells out in pain, as Donovan wretches the hold back. Darring reaches and gouges at the face of Donovan, and again, and again. Finally Donovan release the hold and rolls out of the ring. Donovan's crew swarm him to make sure he is alright.]

Streamline: Is the referee going to do anything about those blatant illegal eye gouges?

[Darring makes it to his feet as the referee starts to count Donovan out. After a quick pep talk on the outside, Donovan gets up to the ring apron. Darring charges him but the referee gets in between the two men and pushes Darring back so Donovan can get in the ring. Donovan instead springboards over the tops rope and Darring lands a big dropkick to Donovan's chest! Both men are down.]

DeLucia: Sean Darring hits a massive dropkick that might have just broken Marty Donovan's sternum!

Streamline: Some one get EMTs out here to check on the Leader!


ONE


TWO


THREE


FOUR

[Darring is to his knees.]


FIVE


SIX


[Donovan crew is yelling and banging on the ring from the outside.]


SEVEN


[Darring finally up to his feet and waste no time getting back on the attack. He rolls Donovan over and starts wrapping Donovan up.]

DeLucia: Sean Darring has the Spider locked in!

Streamline: Someone has to stop this!

[Steve Bishop jumps to the ring apron and the referee is moves to get him off the apron. With the referee's back turned, Donovan taps out. Darring jumps up in excitement but the smile on his face turns to anger when see the referee still arguing with Bishop.]

DeLucia: This is ridicules, Sean Darring should have won the match but like every week Marty Donovan's lackeys are out here causing a problem! Why are this men even let in the building any more?

Streamline: Steve Bishop was trying to make sure Donovan was alright! The fact is, the Legend should have kept the hold locked on till he heard the bell!

[Darring runs over and clothesline Bishop off the apron. Darring then turns his attention back to Donovan. Darring pulls Donovan up and whips him into the corner. Darring runs over and jumps to the second rope.]

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!


FOUR!


FIVE!


SIX!


SEVEN!


EIGHT!


NINE!


TEN!

DeLucia: The Legend just raining punches down on Marty's head!

[Darring finally jumps down from the second ropes and Donovan falls face first to the mat. Darring grabs Donovan's arm and drags him to the center of the ring and rolls him over for the pin.]

ONE



TWO



THRRRR...........and Donovan's shoulder gets up at the last possible moment. Frustration covers the face of Darring as he gets back to his feet. Darring steps back, hits the ropes and jumps in the air before dropping his knee into Donovan's face. Donovan rolls over to his stomach as Darring stands back up. Darring pulls Donovan up to his feet, just to plant him back down with a double arm DDT. Darring runs to the ropes. and hits the mat.]

DeLucia: Someone please , get these idiots out of here!

Streamline: Sean Darring stepped on Steve Bishop's hand and fell!

DeLucia: Steve Bishop grabbed the Legend's leg!

[Darring jumps up and leans out the ropes. After a few seconds of exchanging words with the lackeys, Darring turns around to get hit in the face with a flying forearm! Darring slingshots off the rope and to the mat. Donovan fires off the ropes and flies at Darring with a shinning wizard. Darring ducks the kick locks his arms around Donovan's waist and hits a big belly to back suplex! Darring wraps up Donovan's arms.]

DeLucia: Sean Darring has the LEGEND LOCK applied to Marty Donovan!

Streamline: Someone has to stop this!

[Steve Bishop and the rest of the lackeys try to stop it but Donovan taps out before anything can be done.]

DING*DING*DING

[With the sound of the bell, Sean Darring jumps out of the ring before Bishop and crew can grab him. Darring makes his way up the ramp, as Marty Donovan holds his neck and look on in anger.]

[TheRobLoney]

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Backstage Adrian Tanner
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[Standing in the back of the arena, Adrian Tanner jumps up and down. His arms swinging back and forth as he tries to limber up for his match coming up shortly. Without warning Tanner is sent tumbling to the ground from a forearm to the back of the head by non other then Jake Evans! Tanner starts to push up to his hands and knees, Evans viciously kicking him in the ribs while Marty Donovan stands watching, as if overseeing the assault with a disgusted look on his face!]

DeLuica: It's Jake Evans! What is he doing here?!

Streamline: He's doing Marty Donovan's dirty work it looks like! Evans is assaulting Adrian Tanner!

[Evans drags Tanner up by the head and turns around, throwing him skull first into one of the production crates! Adrian covers up his head, Evans stomping across his throat and putting all of his weight behind it. Donovan motioning to Evans to get Tanner up, hooking his arms back and leaving him exposed, Donovan sends a series of vicious kicks into the stomach of Tanner! Shoving him back down to the ground, Donovan backs off and waits, Adrian reaching out to grab hold of something and catches a devastating punt to the side of the head!]

DeLuica: Adrian Tanner is in trouble! Can we get some help back there!

Streamline: I think his eyes just rolled back into his head! He's got to have a concussion from that! That loss to Sean Darring looks like it may have sent Donovan over the top!

DeLuica: I still don't understand how Jake Evans even got in the building! He doesn't wrestle for the IGA! I didn't even know he was in talks to come here!

[Evans straddles the chest of Tanner and unloads with rights to the head! Tanner couldn't get his hands up to defend himself, after several heavy rights, blood begin to pour down the face of the Arizona Assassin! Donovan motioning Evans away, pulling Tanner up and twisting him around for a reverse front face lock, Donovan lifts Adrian up and plants him with Better Than Cobryn on the cement floor! Tanner was motionless while the Locker Room Leader kneels over him, brushing his hair back from his face and glaring down at his hated rival. Officials and EMTs rush to the area getting between Jake Evans, Marty Donovan and Adrian Tanner!]

Streamline: There's no way Tanner is going to be able to wrestle tonight! He may never wrestle again after this, if he didn't have a concussion before, I'm pretty sure he does now!

DeLuica: What a vicious attack from Donovan and Evans! Thank god help finally arrived, I've never seen this side of Donovan!

Streamline: Neither have I and I'm sure Adrian Tanner never wanted to see it either!

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TOURNAMENT OF WARRIORS SEMI FINALS!
Kaji Fireson vs Jasper Locke
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Corleone: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a semi final match in the Tournament of Warriors.Introducing first...

["Be Without Fear" by Behemoth fills Lucasarts Arena & Sports Center as the lights seem to brighten. After a few seconds a man comes out with industrial, pump style tank of disinfectant.]


Danny Streamline: Here is Jasper Locke's ring cleaner.


Paul DeLucia: Don't you know think its a little excessive to have to clean the ring before every match he has.


Streamline: The man likes to be safe!


[The man quickly makes his way spraying disinfectant in a straight path to the ring steps and quickly around the ring spraying the ropes.]


Giovanni Corlone: Making his way to the ring from Houston, Texas, standing six foot tall and 210 pounds, Jasper Locke!


[Jasper Locke walks through the curtain and stops. He looks around at the crowd as he zips up the front of his body suit before making his way toward the ring with a look of disdain on his face as he listens to the jeers of the crowd. Locke reaches ringside and then enters the ring, awaiting the arrival of his foe with less than impressed expression on his face as the crowd continues to serenade him with jeers.]

Corleone: And now....His opponent.

~ "Burn" begins playing over the arena's sound system, skipping the static and going straight for the music. The arena's lighting all turns a fiery shade of red as a wall of flames rises at the juncture between the stage and the ramp. The flames are so thick and so hot that you cannot see the curtain behind them. A few moments later, the flames dissipate almost instantly as a load of more traditional pyroes explode from either side of the ramp as Kaji Fireson is revealed to be standing behind the wall of flames. Kaji is quick to go down to the ring, striding confidently as he approaches the ring. Once at the apron, he slides under the bottom rope and into the center of the ring where he hops up on to his feet. From there, he goes to the corner and raises his arms up in the air, appealing to the crowd. He hops down from the turnbuckles and starts preparing for the match to come.~

Corleone: ...Hailing from Savannah, GA, and weighing in at an even 240lbs....Kaji Fireson!

*ENORMOUS FACE POP!*

~ The two competitors keep their gazes fixed upon one another as the official for the match, Erik Rockwell, goes about the business of issuing some final pre-match instructions; as soon as the official completes this task, he turns to the time keeper and signals for the opening bell, and the crowd bursts into cheers as they watch the two competitors step out of their corners once it's rung. ~

*DING!*

Streamline: Here we go!

~ Kaji and Jasper spend a moment circling the ring, before lunging forward simultaneously into a collar and elbow. After a couple of seconds spent jockeying for position, Fireson begins to drive the smaller man toward the ropes; Jasper drops to one knee in order to prevent himself from being bulled back any further, but in doing so he provides Kaji with the chance to gain control with a tight side headlock. Fireson immediately and then takes his foe down over his hip to the mat and starts to crank on the hold in order to wear down his opponent. Kaji squirms in discomfort, but stays calm and searches for a means to escape. After a moment, he appears to find it after reaching up with his legs and reversing into a Headscissors- but Fireson will not be outdone, and quickly kips up and out of the hold before applying another side headlock as his foe rises to his feet. ~

Streamline: Great...Another boring technical display. Wake me up when something exciting happens.

~ Kaji starts to crank on the hold once again, while his opponent desperate searches for a way to reverse the hold. Locke tries to power his way out and reverse into a top wrist lock, but can't get the leverage needed to complete the counter. Undaunted, Jasper than grabs his foe around the waist and attempts to counter into a Back Suplex, but Fireson merely shifts his weight in response and doesn't budge. By now, a frustrated Locke isn't particularly concerned with using purely technical methods to escape, and instead concentrates on driving a series of closed fist punches into his foe's back and kidneys. Fireson winces in pain, and his grip is loosened enough to allow Jasper to shove him off into the ropes. Unfortunately for him, Kaji has the presence of mind to spring off the strands and rebound into a hard Running Shoulder Tackle that connects flush against the smaller man and knocks him to the ground with a thud! Jasper remains on the canvas with a look of pain etched upon his face, and Kaji quickly drops down on top of him and applies the cover for the first pinfall attempt of the match...~

1...

T-Kick Out by Locke!

~ Undaunted, Fireson pulls his foe off the mat and then blasts him with a European Uppercut that sends his foe reeling back into the ropes. Kaji then steps forward and proceeds to light up his opponent with a stiff knife edged chop to the chest! WHOO! Jasper cringes in agony, and his condition is made that much worse when his opponent connects with a second chop! WHOO! Fireson then grabs his opponent's arm and prepares to whip him into the other set of turnbuckles, only to have his foe reverse the whip and pull him into a stiff shoot kick to the gut! This leaves kaji doubled over in pain, and in no position to defend himself when his opponent grabs his arm and bends it behind his back before snapping his foe down into a Hammerlock Legsweep DDT! ~

*BEGRUDGING RESPECT POP FOR THE COUNTER OUT OF NOWHERE!*

Streamline: Beautiful move by Locke to gain control!

DeLucia: Thought you hated technical wrestling....

Streamline: I can appreciate it every once in a while...When it's done properly...

DeLucia: And by that, you mean done by a competitor you like, right?

Streamline: ...Let's just watch the match, OK?

~ Locke rises and then breaks out into a slight smile as he stares down at the prone form of his opponent. Grabbing the targeted limb, Jasper bends it into a grounded hammerlock, and then performs a handstand, before dropping down knee first onto the arm! Locke repeats this action again..and again...while keeping the hold applied, and then proceeds to flip over into a bridge in order to exert even more pressure to the hammerlock! Kaji's eyes bulge out in pain, and he screams in agony when his foe arches back even higher, but issues a flat refusal when the official asks if he wants to quit. Instead, he grimly begins the task of clawing his way toward the ropes, and after a few moments, he manages to drag himself to the point where he can JUST reach out with his free arm and grab the bottom strand. ~

*FIGHTING SPIRIT POP!*

~ Locke continues to apply pressure to the submission even after the official orders him to break, and only releases his grip once the official reaches the count of four. Even then, Jasper makes a point of delivering a hard stomp to the shoulder before he saunters back to the center of the ring. The crowd boos this action, but Jasper couldn't care less and simply waits for his opponent to pull himself off the mat with the help of the ropes. As soon as Fireson reaches his feet, Locke steps forward and blasts him with a stiff right hand to the face! Kaji's head snaps back and he slumps against the strand, with a bit of blood trickling from his lower lip. Jasper goes wide eyed at the sight of this, and he steps back and orders the official to call an end to the match, so that medical personnel might attend to Kaji's wounds! ~

Rockwell, blinking in surprise: Say what...!?

Jasper: You heard me! This match needs to be stopped right NOW!

Rockwell: You've gotta be kidding...!!!

Jasper: Do I look like I'm kidding!? You will stop this match, and you will stop the match this sec-

~ Locke doesn't get the chance to finish his statement, because a now recovered Kaji has wiped the blood off of his lip onto his trunks, and makes his presence known by popping his foe in the face with a right hand of his own! Locke reels backward and Kaji tries to follow up with a second right hand! No! Japser blocks and snags the arm, before jumping up and snapping the wounded limb across his knees with a nasty Double Knee Armbreaker! OH! Kaji staggers back into the ropes, clutching his injured arm; and after kipping up to his feet, Locke follows up by whipping his foe into the opposite set of strands and catching on the rebound with a beautiful high elevation Standing Dropkick! Kaji collapses to the mat, and Jasper applies the cover by placing the sole of his boot on foe's chest so that he might avoid any unnecessary contact with his 'bloody' opponent....~

1...

2...

Kick Out!

~ Jasper gazes down at Fireson with a look of annoyance and anger in his eye, and quickly pulls his up by the arm before reapplying the Hammerlock. While keeping the hold applied, Locke spins his foe around and then arches back into a Bridging Northern Lights Suplex in another attempt to end the match...~

1...

2...

THR-NO! Shoulder Up at the last moment!

~ Jasper slams the mat and glares in fury at his opponent before he pulls his foe back to his feet by the injured limb, before twisting it into an arm wrench and driving the point of the elbow onto his limb. Fireson drops to one knee, and this allows his foe to apply yet another hammerlock, before he grabs him and throws him shoulder first into the steel post of the nearest corner! The crowd lets out a collective gasp as kaji lets out a blood curdling cry of agony. Locke couldn't care less though, and simply grabs him from behind and takes him down to the mat with a Roll-Up pinning combination...~

1...

2...

THREE-NOT QUITE! KICK OUT AT 2.99999!!!!!

~ Jasper's mouth drops open in disbelief, and he casts an angry, dubious glare at the official before he turns his attention back to his opponent and drags him to his feet. Jasper then maneuvers behind his foe and attempts to cinch in the Half-Nelson choke that serves as his primary finisher. Pnigophobia!!! NO! Somehow, Fireson is able to find the energy needed to counter, by spinning so that the two are back to back before taking him over into a Backslide for a pin fall attempt of his own...!!!~

1...

2...

Kick Out!~

~ The two men scramble up as quickly as they can, but Japser's still in much better shape and makes to his feet first. Locke takes advantage of this by nailing his rising foe with a kick to the gut to leave him doubled over in pain, and then prepares to connect with another Legsweep DDT in order to finally put his foe away. But Kaji still has some fight left in him and proves it by lifting his foe up with one arm and dropping him down across his knee with an Inverted Atomic Drop variation. Without wasting a moment, kaji then grabs his foe and falls back into an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex that sends the smaller man hurtling upside down into the turnbuckles! OH! Locke slides down and cruples in a heap to the mat, and after taking a moment to shake some feeling back into his arm, proceeds to crawl over and drop on top of his foe for the cover..!!! ~

1...

2...

THRE-NO! Foot on the ropes!

~ Fireson shakes his head, but remains calm and simply pulls his foe back off the mat before shoving him back into the corner using his good arm. Kaji then lays into his foe with an alternating series of snap jabs and knife edged chops to the chest, and then garbs his foe in a headlock and then charges out into a Running Bulldog that drives his foe's face into the mat! As the crowd cheers him on, he then climbs to his feet and races to the nearest corner, before scaling the turnbuckles as quickly as his injured arm will allow. He then waits for his foe to rise, and as soon as that occurs, leaps off and connects with an off-arm Diving Clothesline that knocks his foe to the mat! ~

DeLucia: Flash Fire!! Could this be it!?

Streamline: Well...He got as much of that move as he could, given the fact that he wasn't using his dominant arm, but he landed on his injured shoulder in the process. We'll see how much that takes out of him.

~ Kaji remains on the canvas along with his opponent and clutches his shoulder, but quickly regroups and makes his way over toward his downed foe to apply another cover, this time with the hook of the leg...~

1...

2...

THREEEE-NOOO! Jasper JUST manages to kick out at the last moment!

* CROWD GROANS!! *

~ Fireson takes a couple of deep breaths to remain calm, and then climbs to his feet and waits for his foe to struggle back to his feet. As soon as that happens, Kaji unleashes a war cry and propels himself into a Superkick! Jasper senses this attack coming and manages to dive out of the way, and kaji's kick connects flush against the form of the unsuspecting official, who quickly drops like a stone to the mat! ~

DeLucia: Oh no!!!

~ Fireson stares down on the official with a mixture of helplessness and disgust in his eye, and seems uncertain of what to do next. But then he sees his opponent begins to climb off the mat, and steps forward into another Blazing Kick with the intent of keeping him down. NO! Jasper catches the leg and spins Kaji around, before grabbing him by the head and countering into a wicked Swinging Reverse STO that sends Kaji spinning violently to the mat! Illyngophobia! Now it's Jasper's turn to stare down at the official with a perturbed expression on his face; and he rolls his eyes as attempt to rouse Rockwell from his stupor. But these efforts are interrupted when "Lucifer Over London" begins to play over the PA system, heralding the arrival of a familiar, towering figure! ~

DeLucia: Lord Bennington has arrived. What's he doing out here!?

Streamline: Uh...Anything he wants? But...something tells me he didn't come out here to lend his support to Locke. Jasper's not exactly Lord B's favorite person right now...

~ And sure enough, Lord B levels a malevolent stare toward Jasper as he stalks toward the ring. Jasper looks up and stares wide eyed at the massive Lord as the latter continues to walk toward the ring. This lapse of concentration proves costly, because it gives kaji the chance to recover; and by the time Jasper realizes this it's too late because Kaji has spin his foe around and planted him with the Snap Spinebuster that he calls The Backdraft! Without wasting a moment, Fireson pulls his rival back to his feet, and then lifts him up so that he can spike him through the mat with the Pyre Driver...But somehow, Jasper is able to use the last of his energy reserves to send his foe sprawling to the mat with a Frankensteinter!~

DeLucia: And once again, an attempt to end this match is countered! These two competitors have gone back and forth the entire time, and you have to wonder what it's going to take to end this contest!

~ The two competitors remain on the canvas along with the official, and the crowd rises to their feet as they watch Bennington reach the ringside area and then purposefully climb onto the ring apron and then over the rope and into the ring. By this time the two competitors are struggling back to their feet, and Lord B directs a murderous gaze toward Jasper as he steps forward and prepares to take his head off with The Royal Boot. But Jasper has one more trick up his sleeve and manages to grab his foe and pull him into the trajectory of the Superkick, causing him to take the impact of the attack instead! Undaunted, Lord B steps forward and tries to connect with another Royal Boot but...~

Streamline: YOU CAN'T SUPER KICK JASPER LOCKE!!!

~ ...Which is why he's able to dive out of the way at the last moment. The momentum of the attack carries Lord B over the top rope to the arena floor, and allows Jasper the chance apply the cover to his stricken opponent after noticing that Rockwell has recovered from the impact of the Blazing Kick. A still woozy Eric drops down and tolls the count as boos and jeers and chants of "Bull-shit" fill the air!~

1...

2...

THREEEEEE!!!!!

*MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!*

Corleone: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner...JASPER LOCKE!!!!

DeLucia: Well, the method of victory may have been questionable, but Jasper Locke somehow manages to advance to the final of the Tournament of Warriors.

Streamline: Questionable!? The odds were stacked against this kid, and he still found a way to win! Give the kid some credit will ya...because something tells me that someone who is capable of pulling out a win like this is capable of winning the whole damned Tournament if he gets the chance!

DeLucia: Maybe so. We'll see what happens, but for now we have to take a commercial break!

~ A smiling Jasper is shown celebrating in the ring, smiling down at the fuming form of Lord B as the giant backs up the ramp with a look in his eye that promises extreme violence when they meet again. Locke simply shrugs and continues to bask in the crowd's jeers while the official tends to the form of the fallen Kaji as the shot fades. ~


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Backstage: Occupy IGA
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[Lucas Loman looked ready to vomit and Devin Dando didn't look any better. Each man continued to struggle choking down the beer from the bottle while Essex sat back on the production case, shaking his head watching the two.]

Essex: Do you queers want a couple appletini's or something.

Dando: Dude, this tastes like piss, how the hell can you drink it?

Essex: I have hair on my balls! [looking confused to the answer they'd be looking for.] If you want me to train you, this is just one of the steps to becoming two of the best heels in the business.

Loman: [looking a bit green.] Are you sure? I think this beer went bad. Seriously bad...

Essex: [high bitched mocking squeal.] I think it went bad! This beer tastes like piss! My vagina hurts! I'm bloated! Enough! I thought you guys wanted to be fuckin' badasses!

Dando: We do, but...

Essex: But nothing! If you're gonna run with me...you need to drink with me! So don't stop!

[Loman looks over to his partner, Dando shrugs and raises the beer bottle to his lips, wincing and taking another sip. Loman follows suit and quickly starts to gag, his hand shaking from the disgusting taste. Essex watching them in disappointment.]

Essex: Why did I agree to this?

Dando: You believe in us....

Essex: Ah, yeah...I'm getting paid. So Lesson two....

Loman: What happened to lesson one?

Essex: Lesson one is...SHUT THE FUCK UP! Gawd! Lesson two! If you wanna be a fuckin' badass you need to sound like one. So Nicknames...You, Lawrence...

Loman: It's Lucas...

Essex: Whatever! I don't care enough! What's your nick name!

Loman: [Grins.] "Loveable" Lucas Loman!

Essex: [blinks] Well that's....cute....and yours David...

Dando: It's Devin...

Essex: [snarls] You guys are going to give me a brain aneurysm! Do you want that?

Dando: No! No! And it's "Delicious" Devin Dando!

Essex: [Ka-blink blink blink] Really? Loveable and Delicious? That's no where near "Heel" like! What happened to...I don't know...The Nightstalker!

Dando: Copyrighted.

Essex: Soultaker!

Loman: Copyrighted.

Essex: The Crippler!

Loman: Overused.

Essex: The Punisher!

Dando: Lame.

Essex: The Weapon of Ass Destruction!

Dando: Ah...umm....

Essex: See, those names make you scared! So we need to get rid of these Nancy Boy nicknames unless you plan on being fluffers in the next Johnny Pain DVD. So...[looking long and hard at Devin and Lucas, and then back and forth. His eyes moving like it was a tennis match.] Suggestions!

Loman: Ummm...The Legend! Lucas Loman!

Essex: I...are...you...do you watch the IGA?

Loman: Oh yeah...how about the New Legend!

Essex: No.

Loman: Legend of the Ring?

Essex: No.

Loman: Leg...

Essex: No.

Loman: Le...

Essex: No.

Loman: I umm...[looking frustrated.] The Nightmare?

Essex: Hmmm...you're as boring as Tommy Danger, that could work....and you?

Dando: Devastating!

Essex: No.

Dando: Dastardly?

Essex: Hmmmm....Maybe...potential...

[Essex throws his arms up in the air as if a light bulb went off in his head, if it wasn't a light bulb at the very least it had to have been another chemical imbalance.]

Essex: I got it! We need names that will make your opponents think twice about ever wrestling you again! So you [points at Dando.] will be "FUS RO DAH" DEVIN DANDO! And you! [points to Loman.] Will be "THE HONEY BADGER" LUCAS LOMAN!

*Crickets*

[Loman and Dando look dumb founded, like their brains melted out of their ears. Loman starts to say something and Dando cuts him off quickly, nodding to his partner. Essex looking proud as punch for the nicknames.]

Dando: Awesome...now...lesson 3?

Essex: Ah yes...Lesson 3...ummm...[points to Loman.] You're driving...

Loman: Where to?

Essex: We'll know when we get there...

{FTB}

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MAIN EVENT!
"Dangerous by Himself" Bryant McCoy vs ???
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[The lights flicker as “Type A” by Zebrahead blares over the PA system speakers.]

Shut up,
I’m not like you.
Back off,
Don’t smother me

[The pyros explode on both sides of the entranceway as Bryant McCoy emerges, leaping high into the air. he takes a few steps forward and then suddenly stops. The rock song lyrics erupt.]

Fuck this
I see through you
Suffer me through

[On the Tron, we see various eras of Bryant’s career. Him winning the XoW, EWA, and FTWO World Titles quickly flash across the screen. Finally, "Bryant" blinks in red, dripping ink. Bryant takes off running towards the ring as the guitar picks up.]

Shut up I’m not like you (x3)
Suffer me through
Type a Fly away Don’t lie
I won’t let you get the best of me (x3)

[Bryant raises both his hands into the air as he climbs up on the middle rope of each side of the ring, one by one. Now on the Tron the words “Dangerous by Himself” fade into view as we see the epic highlights of his IGA solo tag team title run and World Title victories.]

DeLuica: Bryant McCoy is out here for his match, but Adrian Tanner has been taken to the hospital!

Streamline: I'm not expecting any grand return to fight back against all odds, Tanner may be on the shelf for awhile until he gets clearance again.

[After a few moments of silence, McCoy waiting in a neutral corner watching up the aisle.]

Corlone: And his opponent...

[The lights in the arena died down slowly giving the idea of the sun setting at night. As the arena went pitch black The Union Underground's "Revolution Man" played over the pa system.]

{ HOLY SHIT FACE POP!}


DeLuica: OH MY GOD!

[As the music played the black curtain was brushed aside and "Human Highlight Reel" Lazz Sterling stood at the top of the ramp way wearing his usual ring attire. His jet black hair hung down just past his ears with a glare coming from his piercing in his face. Sterling looks out over the Las Vegas crowd that was at a fever pitch at the return of the former IGA Icon! ]

{ Thunderous Face Pop! }

DeLuica: Lazz Sterling is here! The multiple time world champion has returned to the IGA!

Streamline: If he's taking up the spot left by Adrian Tanner, I know Bryant McCoy couldn't be prepared for this!

["The Human Highlight Reel" made his way up the ring steps before stepping up the ropes perching high above the capacity crowd before stepping over with one foot followed by the other. He came down inside the ring as he bounced around before walking across the ring, putting his hands on his waist and surveying the crowd. A smile slowly forming on his lips, Lazz nods in approval before turning around and looking at Bryant McCoy. Bryant McCoy leans back in the corner watching the former Multi Time Champion, McCoy offering a nod of respect to Sterling.]

*DING DING DING*

DeLuica: This is it? Here we go?

[McCoy looks to Rockwell and nods at the start of the match, Sterling grabs the ropes and pulls against them. Both men start to circle around each other in the middle of the ring, locking up quickly.]


DeLuica: McCoy grips the wrist of Sterling and arm twists it around! Lazz grabs his arm, doubling over, Sterling rolls forward and up to his feet alleviating the pressure before back flipping!


[Landing on his feet, McCoy didn't bite and jerked back on Sterling's arm driving him backwards down to the mat! Kneeling across his bicep, McCoy pulls up, trying to take the wing out early on.]


Streamline: Both these men have been around the block. Going to be very hard to pull a fast one in this match.


[Lazz struggles slightly, pulling his arm free and quickly gets to his feet with a kip-up! Sterling rushes to the ropes, dragging Bryant with him, Lazz jumps to the top rope and twists around, landing on the shoulders of McCoy, taking him over with a hunincanrana!]


DeLuica: Shoulder Spin Hurricanrana! Sterling springs back to his feet and rushes in on McCoy with a forearm to the jaw knocking him backwards into the corner.


Streamline: Lazz looks like he never left!


DeLuica: Sterling unleashes a knife edge chop, McCoy spins Sterling around into the corner and returns fire with a knife edge chop of his own and a second and third! Knife edges in rapid succession!


[Hooking the arm of Sterling, Bryant tries to hip toss him out of the corner, Sterling twisting around in mid air and landing on his feet!]


Streamline: McCoy can't keep Lazz down. It is like he is made of springs.


DeLuica: Sterling sprints into the ropes, McCoy rushing forward and throwing himself at Lazz's feet forcing him to jump over and continue to the other side of the ring!


[McCoy stands back up and leap frogs Sterling, Lazz bounces off the ropes once more and is taken over with a big hip toss! Once more Lazz twists around in mid air and lands on his feet several feet away from McCoy!]


Streamline: Look at this guy go! McCoy was not prepared for this at all.


DeLuica: Although both have similar styles, I think Lazz emphasizes the ariel attacks more than Adrian Tanner does.


[ McCoy rushes forward with a clothesline, Sterling ducks underneath but hooks the arm of McCoy, spinning him back around and catching him with a spinning head scissors!]


Streamline: That a boy Lazz! Make McCoy look dumb!


Crowd: You've Still Got It! You've Still Got It! You've Still Got It! You've Still Got It! You've Still Got It!


DeLuica: The IGA fans are letting Lazz know how good he still is.


Streamline: You think they could do that for me every once and awhile.


[Bryant stands back up, spinning around into a standing dropkick to the face! Sterling sends a kick to the side of Bryant's head before pulling him to his feet backing him into the ropes, Sterling tries to whip him across the ring.]


DeLuica: McCoy putting on the breaks and pulling Sterling in with a short arm and Gorilla Presses Sterling overhead for a second before planting him into the mat!


[Staying on the former World Champion, McCoy grabs the arm of Sterling and whips him into the corner, Sterling runs up the buckles and back flips off! McCoy rushes forward underneath Sterling, Lazz lands on his feet, McCoy spins around and runs straight into a Lung Blower!]


Streamline: I think your beloved Bryant just ain't fast enough to deal with Lazz. He's weighed down from the stess of all those movie cameos, teen beat photo shoots, and product endorsements.


DeLuica: Did Mart Donovan write your cue cards? Dangerous By Himself rolls out of the ring to the floor trying to recoup. Lazz stands back up and looks to the crowd throwing his arms in the air!


[The arena jumps to their feet, Sterling hitting the far ropes and sprinting across the ring, Sterling dives over the top rope with a corkscrew plancha straight into the arena floor as McCoy slides into the ring out of the way!]


DeLuica: Corkscrew plancha....NO!!!! Lazz crashed and burns.


Streamline: That is the danger with those high flying moves. You HAVE to know it will hit. No room for error.


[Bryant slides back out, grabbing the head of Sterling and dragging him back up, sliding him into the ring. Bryant crawls in after him, covering him for the pin!]














ONE...


















TWO...


















[SHOULDER UP!]




DeLuica: Lazz seriously hurt from the missed plancha, but it will take more than that to put away the man who has held every title in the IGA.



[Pulling Sterling back up, McCoy whips him into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a back elbow to the face! Bryant dropping down to cover Sterling once more!]


Streamline: Bryant isn't waisting any time here. He knows Lazz has his number and wants to end it fast.
















ONE...




















TWO...























T...[SHOULDER UP!]

DeLuica: Just a two count! Grabbing the leg of Sterling, Bryant twists him over onto his stomach and drops back with an ankle lock while he grapevines the leg!


Streamline: I'm going to vomit from saying this, but McCoy has the right idea. He needs to keep Lazz grounded.


[Lazz shouts out in pain, stretching for the ropes! Rockwell checks to see if Lazz wants to give up, Sterling digging his hands into the mat and pulling himself closer to the ropes until he's finally able to grab the bottom cable!]

DeLuica: Keeping the pressure on, McCoy pulls Sterling back up to his feet and tucks his head in along the side of Lazz. Wrapping his arms around his waist, McCoy explodes backwards with a Northern Lights Suplex in the middle of the ring, bridging off the canvas!!!


Streamline: Here comes the pin!















ONE...






















TWO...


















TH...[KICKOUT!]


DeLuica: So close! I thought McCoy had him.


Streamline: He has to end this now! McCoy can't let the challenger regain his legs and start flipping around again.


[Pulling Lazz back up, McCoy chops the chest of Sterling sending him stumbling backwards into the corner. Grabbing the arm of Lazz, McCoy tries to whip Sterling across the ring, only to have it reversed! McCoy grabs the top rope and slingshots over the top, landing on the apron! Sterling charges in after him and jumps to the middle rope, twisting around and dropkicking Bryant off the apron to the floor! ]




DeLuica: McCoy staggers back up and falls into the railing, Sterling jumps to the top rope and comes off with a 450 Plancha onto McCoy!!! That move has left both men laid out on the floor!

Streamline: See! I told you. McCoy couldn't keep his grounded and has paid the price.


[Sterling drags McCoy up and smacks his head off the apron before rolling him into the ring.]


DeLuica: Climbing up to the apron, Lazz slingshots over the top rope, landing on the middle and coming off with an Asai Moonsault across the chest of Bryant!


[Sterling sits back on his knees clutching his chest for a moment before covering Bryant for the pin and hooking his leg!]


Streamline: McCoy is done!













ONE...



















TWO...
























T...[SHOULDER UP!]




DeLuica: This match is just too close to call at the moment!
[Dragging McCoy back up quickly, Lazz lifts McCoy across his shoulders with a torture rack before throwing McCoy off and down with a Psycho Driver!]


Streamline: That a boy Lazz, dom't be afraid to rough the princess up!


[Bryant was folded up upon impact, the Violent Reaction giving Sterling the opening he needs to follow up with the cover!]


DeLuica: Lazz with the cover!

















ONE...



















TWO...






















TTTTTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE...[SHOULDER UP!]

Streamline: NO! OPEN YOUR EYES REF!!!

DeLuica: As close to a three count as one can get. Lazz hammered across the back of McCoy's head and neck as he shoved him in the corner. Grabbing the arm of McCoy, Lazz whips him across the ring, Bryant hitting the corner and slumping.


[Sterling charges in after him with a spinning leg lariat in the corner! McCoy spins out of the way, Lazz hits the buckles and bounces off the canvas, stumbling back up quickly McCoy hooks the head of Sterling and comes down with the Aero Cutter!]


Streamline: Lazz has dominated the whole contest, but McCoy is just picking his spots. The returning hero can NOT keep crashing and burning like that.


[Both men were slow to get back to his feet, McCoy connecting with a European Uppercut knocking Lazz into the ropes! Sterling is whipped across the ring, Bryant ducks his head down for a back drop, Sterling coming off the ropes and kicking McCoy in the face! Bryant was knocked upright holding his mouth. ]


DeLuica: McCoy holds his jaw asSterling rushes backwards into the ropes, but catches a boot to his stomach on the rebound! McCoy hooking him in a front face lock and elevating Lazz,
holding him for a moment to increase the pain.


Streamline: God damn it, we all know what is coming next.


[McCoy comes down with a Brainbuster! The Br-illiant left Sterling laid out in the middle of the ring, Bryant covering him for the pin!]

DeLuica: This should do it!











ONE...




















TWO...























TTTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRR...[SHOULDER UP!]


Streamline: YES! YES! COME ON LAZZ!

[Grabbing Lazz by the hair, McCoy starts to slowly pull him back to his feet.]


DeLuica: Lazz reaches up and grabs the head of McCoy, tucking his head underneath his chin and dropping down with a jawbreaker! McCoy falls backwards holding his mouth, Sterling gets back to his feet slowly still looking dazed.


[McCoy charges forward, Sterling ducking down and hoisting him up into the air and falling backwards with the Hottshot across the top rope! McCoy falls backwards into the middle of the ring holding his throat!]

Streamline: McCoy is spread eagle in the middle of the ring! This is a high flyer's wet dream!


DeLuica: Lazz has to get back to the ring first!


[Lazz falls backwards between the ropes and out to the apron, with McCoy in the middle of the ring, Sterling pulls himself up to his feet and then the corner.]


DeLuica: Climbing to the top rope, the crowd explodes to their feet, Lazz jumping off the top with The Shooting Star Frog Splash!


[The Lazztastic Maneuver came crashing down across the knees of McCoy!]

DeLuica: NO! MCCOY GOT HIS KNEES UP!


[Sterling clutches his stomach curled up on his knees, McCoy stumbles up and wraps his arms around the waist of Sterling. ]


DeLuica: McCoy pulls The Human Highlight Reel up and off the mat, McCoy flips him over with the Crimson Rain! CRIMSON RAIN! HE LANDS IT.


Streamline: I can't watch....


[Sterling's head is planted into the mat, McCoy rolling him over and hooking the leg for the pin!]

DeLuica: The pin attempt!






ONE....














TWO...


















THREE!!

*DING DING DING!*

Corlone: The winner of this match..."DANGEROUS BY HIMSELF" BRYANT MCCOY!

[Standing up slowly, McCoy holds his throat and raises his other arm in the air. Sterling rolls to his stomach holding his head, the crowd was on their feet in approval of the amazing match.]


DeLuica: Lazz Sterling had an incredible surprise return, filling in for the injured Adrian Tanner Junior, but Bryant McCoy still managed to pull out the win to become the new number one contender.


[Sterling uses Erik Rockwell for support to stand back up, Bryant stumbling over to check on his opponent. Lazz nods and offers his hand to McCoy, Bryant accepting it as the two show respect for each other.]


DeLuica: A show of true sportsmanship between the two men. The fans are going wild for such an entertaining and clean bout. They're the real winners tonight.


Streamline: Nobody wins when Bryant does...


DeLuica: You have to give it to McCoy: In the past four shows he has defeated two surprise opponents in main event bouts! Though, I'm sure we haven't seen the last of Sterling after that incredible perormance.

[Lazz claps for Bryant before ducking out of the ring to the floor, McCoy turning to the crowd and returning the show of respect for Lazz. The crowd cheering for both competitors, McCoy climbing up to the middle turnbuckle and motions for the World Title around his waist.]

DeLuica: Bryant is letting everyone know what his eyes are on.


[MEGA HEEL POP!]


DeLuica: What the?

Streamline: YES!!!


[Marty Donovan rushes down the aisle and into the ring, with McCoy's back to him still on the buckles, Marty runs up behind him and drives both his knees into McCoy's back! Pulling him backwards off the buckles with the Back Cracker! Bryant bounces off the knees of Donovan and rolls back and forth clutching at his spine!]


DeLuica: NO! MARTY DONOVAN IS AMBUSHING BRYANT!


Streamline: YES! YES!!


[Climbing out of the ring, Donovan shoves the time keeper out of his chair and throws it back into the ring. Marty slides back in and folds the chair over, dragging McCoy back up to his feet, Donovan plants him with a body slam across the chair!]


DeLuica: God damn it, Marty! Haven't you done enough damage for one night?


Streamline: Of course not! We can never have enough of the locker room leader!


[Ducking out of the ring to the apron, Donovan starts to climb the buckles and pauses for a moment looking out over the booing the crowd. Stepping up to the top, Donovan stands there looking down at McCoy before coming off the top with the Ode to Romero!]
Streamline: Ode to Romero! Do you think “Sweet Dick” Richard Romero is watching Marty cripple Bryant with his tribute finisher?


DeLuica: How can you enjoy this? Bryant, just survived a grueling main event! Marty Donovan is a a slimy, little toad!


Streamline: Marty is showing why he deserve a title shot. Look! The little toad is going for the cover!


[Marty kneels over McCoy, Bryant was motionless still laying across the chair. Donovan hooking the leg of McCoy and rolling across his chest, covering him for the pin! Marty holding up one finger, then a second and then a third!


Streamline: Ring the bell! He beat McCoy!


DeLuica: Somebody needs to put a stop to this right now!


[Shoving the leg of McCoy back down, Donovan stands back up, his foot planted on McCoy's chest and mimicing the call for the World Title around his waist.]

Streamline: Our Champion!


DeLuica: Not so fast!

[Looking up the aisle, Donovan's attention is caught by the World Champion. Clyde Dixon standing at the top of the ramp way glaring down at the ring. The World Title around his waist until Clyde pulled it off and raises the title in the air overhead! Motioning for Marty and Bryant to come for the title.]


DeLuica: The true champion, Clyde Dixon, is telling Bryant AND Marty to bring it! He'll take on all challengers!


Streamline: Is he insane? Marty laid out two legends in one night!


DeLuica: All he did was poke a pack of sleeping lions who are going to be very angry next month! Thanks for watching folks. This is DeLuica and Streamline signing off!


[Clyde holds up the belt and tosses insult at the two men as the camera slowly fades to black.]