Post by CyberTranz on Sept 23, 2009 19:36:26 GMT -6
[Cross:] Well, we're all waiting for the C-CWA in-ring debut of Kaori NiGHT alongside Veronica, in this tag team match against Cate Archer and the Women's Champion, Michiko Kurwada.
[DeMarco:] Ah, yes. Another fun person from the M-DWF has come to enlighten and entertain us all, I'm sure.
[Cross:] Hey, watch it with that. Don't forget what happened last time.
DeMarco remains silent as the arena cuts to black. The Cowan-tron comes up pink, with all sorts of cute pink hearts floating slowly up the screen. One large heart takes up residence in the center of the 'tron, with "NiGHT" written on the top of it in one of those overly fancy fonts and a large number five (5) on the bottom. The sound of a large clock ticking down hits the arena, and the five (5) balloon pops, becoming a four (4) balloon, and so on and so forth until the zero (0) balloon. The heart-balloons all start to pop, and the ticking sound dies down, now being replaced by...
Understand, understand. Understand, understand. Understand, understand the concept of love.
Concept of Love by Hideki Naganuma hits, and with a huge blast of pink, red, and gold pyro, the arena lights return, and Kaori NiGHT stands about three feet down the entrance ramp, staring up to the sky, arms raised and pointing up as well, and a mic in her left hand. As the pyro dies down, Kaori's arms drop and she stares at the ring, smiling as the crowd goes f'n nutty. She begins to walk back and forth across the ramp, tossing her arms into the air, pumping up the crowd. After a moment, she stops, and brings her left hand up, the mic to her mouth.
[Kaori:] Welcome...
Wait for it... Wait for it...
[Kaori:] ...to Kaori... NiGHT... Inferno!
Big pop. Camera cuts to Kaori, who's smiling quite a big smile. After a moment, she begins a slow saunter to the ring.
[Kaori:] Now, hearing all the talk in the back, it has come to my attention that the C-CWA Women's Division seems to have already become somewhat... stale. I mean, granted, it's not the most highly-funded division in the C-CWA, but it should be a hell of a lot bigger than it is. But, aside from the understaffing, let's see why the Woman's Division hasn't taken off, shall we? First off, Veronica, my tag partner for tonight. She looks like a freakin' tennis ball, and has all the in-ring ability and personality of a dead tree.
As Kaori continues down to the ring, at the end of the entrance ramp, she takes a right, taking the long way to the far-side ring stairs, near the announce table.
[Kaori:] Then, Michiko Kuroda, the gawdawful queen of the arm-bar. Granted, there are other wrestlers that have been able to survive their whole careers relying solely on four or five moves - Regina, Axe Duggan, Monster Gaia... hell, even Steve Steel - but there's one little difference between them and our very own "Visual Star"; those people're entertaining. They are charismatic. Michiko, you are not.
Kaori walks up the ring stairs and stands on the apron, Pepe Pena-style "arm sliding in the ropes to mid-apron, then leg in the ropes, entering the ring" fashion, faces the entry way, and starts pacing back and forth.
[Kaori:] And then, my personal favorite person in the whole wide world; Cate "Aah!! THERE'S SOMETHING IN MY HAIR!! GET IT OUT!!" Archer. We've had our ups, we've had our downs, and one thing has come to my attention; Cate is one tough bitch. And a hell of a lot more talented than the bastard Muppet love child of Oscar the Grouch and Big Bird, and the "hyper visual" bland and altogether boring Kaiji wanna-be.
Kaori turns around, smiling, facing the cheering audience.
[Kaori:] But now? Never fear, for Kaori NiGHT is here! I'm gonna light a fire under this division's ass that'll make Satan jealous! I mean, if I can't carry any of your sorry hides to a good match, then I think you need to get the hell out of this business while you're still young and pretty enough to enter a career in pornography!!!
1. <<<Tag Match>>> (Referee: Mr. Couto)
Veronica & Kaori Night vs. Michiko Kuroda & Cate Archer
Veronica and Michiko Kuroda start the match off for their respective teams, Kuroda with a shot to the face then a few kicks to Veronica’s legs, Kuroda goes for a irish whip but Veronica reverses and then delivers a back body drop and Kuroda’s return. Veronica quickly to her corner and tags in Kaori Night, Night runs towards Kuroda and gets a ultra rana for her troubles 1…. Just a one count. Kuroda pulls Night up by the hair and tries to deliver a tombstone but Night manages to shift her weight and then deliver her own tombstone, Kuroda gets up and makes a tag to Cate Archer, Night goes for a DDT but Archer counters with a release northern lights suplex. Night up and Archer delivers a nice suplex, and then decides to choke Night with her foot, referee AP begins his count and she lets go at 3. Archer then drops a leg drop before Night can get up, Archer whips Night into the corner but Night runs up and back flips off the top, but Archer saw it coming and delivers a swinging neckbreaker as to her as she lands. Archer goes for a kick to the mid-section but Night grabs her leg and delivers a dragon screw, Archer up quickly but Night whips her against the ropes and delivers a spinning heel kick before tagging out to Veronica. She walks up to Archer who goes for a kick Veronica catches her foot but Archer nails her in the back of the head with an enziguri, Archer pulls her up and delivers a mongolian chop which sends Veronica right back down again. Archer swings a punch at Veronica but she ducks and then pulls Archer to the floor by her hair, Veronica pulls her up and holds her in place for Night to kick her right in the side of the head, Kuroda comes rushing in and it’s complete madness now, Kuroda locks Night an flying heel cross but Veronica breaks it up with a flying cross body off the top rope. Veronica then nails Archer with a overhead kick and Night unleashes a series of kicks on Kuroda, referee AP has lost all control of the match and seems to be letting anything go here, Archer clotheslines Veronica out of the ring as Kuroda locks in the Shawn Capture on Night again, Night has no choice but to tap.
Winners by submission: Cate Archer & Michiko Kuroda
Time: 22:48
Audience (Strong Style): 82%
No Chance blares and a smiling Gene Starr makes his way down to the ring, decked out in casual backstage attire (double-white-lined black workout pants, black t-shirt (since his own isn't done just yet)), amidst a chorus of boos. He's handed a mic from the outside, and leans on the ropes on the "back" of the ring, looking down at the announcer's table, smiling grimly.
[Gene:] So, how you boys doin' tonight?
Gene laughs a bit as he bounces up off of the top rope. He walks over to the center of the ring and paces a bit before talking.
[Gene:] How, first thing's first. Johnny Park...
The crowd stirs at the name, slight pop.
[Gene:] ...good match. You certainly showed me up, and have more than earned my respect. I honestly underestimated you, and payed the price for my arrogance.
Slighty larger pop for the Living Legend this time around.
[Gene:] But now, on to business. A lot of people seem to think that, I'm just here to be a merry mischief maker. You know, someone with nothing better to do with my precious time than to come out and beat the "aboot" out of a couple Canadians. Well, I do so hate to break it to you poor sad-sack bastards, but it's just not that simple. It never is. I'm doing what I'm doing because I'm sick of being treated like a lower-class citizen by pathetic little whiney bitches, because I don't "fit in" with the C-CWA "cru", or because I put so much stock and time and effort into a company that now isn't here. So, to all the boys in the back who think that they're just "too good" to go one-on-one with me - to get their asses handed to them by me...
Gene leans on the ropes again, facing the entrance ramp, his eyes narrowed and jaw squared.
[Gene:] ...you'd all better start counting your blessings every damned night that you don't have to step to me. You'd all better start thanking whatever diety your pathetic souls believe in every fucking night that you don't find yourself on the other side of a ring from me.
Droppin' Plates hits, and down the ramp comes Dante Black, not in the best of moods... or even really in the kinda-sorta-ok mood. To be blunt, he's pissed.
[Dante:] Sorry to interrupt your little bitchy tirade, but damn, I swear to God if I hear this exact same rant one more time, my head will explode. We get it already. You wanna be the bad-ass. Everyone should be scared of you. I should pray to God you don't plant me where I stand....blah blah blah blah blah blah BLAH! If we've heard it once, we've heard it a bajillion times.You're just missing the most important part of this equation. People don't ignore you because they don't hear you, they just ignore you because they don't care. When are you gonna learn....you ain't nothin. Remember all that shit you used to talk at me. You made yourself up to be real bad picking on that assmonkey Trek Storm, but when it came time to step in the ring with me....you always came up a bit short didn't you? Then after Rockman broke your leg, you stewed at home, swearing you'd come back with a vengance and get revenge. But the best you ever got was a EPW Title win over that jobber Flare, and even that was because I bailed your sorry ass out. And when you got your match with Rockman, he bitched you out again, and took your title. Face it...you're pathetic. The only reason people even know your name is because you've always been associated with me. And no matter how bad-ass you claim to be...in reality, you're just a watered down Dante Black.
The camera shoots over to Gene, who is doubled over in laughter, hanging on the top rope a bit. After a moment, his laughter quiets down a bit, and he manages to stand up.
[Gene:] Oh, oh, man. I'm sorry. That was rude of me. It's just, me, a watered down you. That's just too damned funny.
Gene wipes his eyes, looks back down the entrance ramp, and smiles. As he speaks, he slowly paces back and forth, shooting an occasional look down the ramp towards Dante, but mostly just looking out into the crowd, staring off into space. He speaks in a very condescending manner, and very slowly, probably so that Dante and/or the audience will be able to understand him.
[Gene:] Now, let me get this straight, Dante. Since you're, like, the "end-all, be-all" of professional wrestling, then I should just shut up and go home, right? Because you're just the "whole fuckin' show" - because you're "the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be" - all of the guys in the back should just pack it in and look for positions in meaningful job markets, right?
The crowd boos, because, well, they're the crowd. And they're a bunch of stupid monkey heathens. Gene shakes his head and lightly smacks himself in the forhead, shrugging his shoulders and smirking again.
[Gene:] Oh, wait, I'm sorry. I was talking about great wrestlers there, not silly little amnesiac bleached-blond peons who ride other people's coattails to their mediocre fame. Now, you always seem to like talking about your achievements, your "big wins", but you always seem to forget about your short-comings, your "big losses". You love bragging about matches where you've "beaten all the odds and done the un-do-able", but happen to catch a bit of amnesia when someone brings up times that the odds beat you and when you were the one... being done. And Dante, please do remind us of something, would you? Remind us all that, while I was the WXW World Champion, weither you "bailed me out" or not, what title belt you were carrying at the time. Remind us all that, while I was the M-DWF American Champion, what Championships you were defending.
Gene smirks a bit, and stops pacing. staring right down at Dante.
[Gene:] That's right, none. What I'm saying, Dante, is that I may be pathetic, but at least I'm a man about it. I may by pathetic, but at least I accept all my short-comings, instead of pushing them off to the side and trying my best to ignore them in hopes that they'll go away. And, you know what? I'm all the better for it. You? You are a sad, sad little man for what you do. I mean, look at you. Standing on the entrance ramp, your stupid little sunglasses on, your poorly-bleached, Scott-Steiner-looking goatee, standing there like you're the sexiest bitch that there ever was... And yet, I'm the pathetic one. Funny how that works out, isn't it?
[Dante]: Eh...I think the way you worked out is actually kinda sad. It is funny though...the way you always seem to put the words in my mouth. I mean, my memory might be a bit fuzzy...but as I remember it I've always been quick to admit my flaws. As a matter of fact, I'd be the first to point them out if you didn't always beat me to it.
[Gene]: Hey, what can I say? I try.
[Dante]: Anyway, you point out flaws, I point out flaws... bottom line...nobody's perfect. The difference between me and you is, you just have a lot more flaws than I do. It's why you always feel like you have to vindicate yourself at my expense. I'm no psychiatrist, but you seem like a textbook case for a serious inferiority complex Geno. I'm not trying to degrate you or anything, just look at the facts. You scan through the record books, I own you every single time the big match rolls around. Sure you've got lucky a time or to, but all the flukes did were fuel your delusion. I'm superior to you, and you just can't stand it.
Gene again starts pacing, looking around and avoiding eye contact with Dante, and again talking in a very slow, demeaning manner, using a couple hand gestures to get his point across.
[Gene:] And yet, I'm the one with the inferiority complex. Again, it's odd how that works out. But I digress. Dante, you're hardly one to admit your flaws. I seem to remember, time after time, before you step into the ring with someone, you're often heard spouting some kind of self-righteous bullshit like "What's happened in the past doesn't matter," or "This one won't end like last time, pal." Neverminding the times you've gone out there and gotten your ass handed to you by that same person time and time and time again...
[Dante:] What's your point, Geno? People in the audience are falling asleep here, man.
[Gene:] You know, Dante, if you would shut up every once in awhile, you might learn something. Now, as I was saying, you always go on about how you never care about what happened every other time, when you really should care. Every time you step into this ring with someone that you'd fought it out with before, you should be thinking about everything you might've done wrong. After all, those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. I always learn from my mistakes. Remember the Destiny Series, Dante?
[Dante:] Yeah. I was kinda there, too. What of it?
[Gene:] Remember how you managed to beat me in the finals for our block, and we went on into that triple-threat to determine who the M-DWF Destiny Series winner would be?
[Dante:] Again, I was there.
[Gene:] Well, I learned a couple things from that encounter, and went on to beat you senseless in our next encounter. Do you remember that, too? Or, did you get another bout of forgetfulness?
A grimly smirking Gene looks down at Dante, who looks like he's been, well, busted.
[Gene:] Thought so. Now, you see, I come out here simply to state my intentions - my motivations - and instead find myself having to sink to your low level by trading insults. You may be that kind of person, the kind who thinks that by putting others down, you'll be able to be a big man, but I am far from it. It's below me. I watch things going on in the back and I hear the most ridiculous crap. People calling others "dusche bags", and "monthy blood brothers", and "green-haired cherry", and shit like that. It's just stupid, honestly. The only people in this whole damn organization that seem to have their heads screwed on straight are Chapel and Johnny Park. But, I'm not really here to discuss them.
Gene again looks down the pipeline at Dante.
[Gene:] Hell, I'm not even here to discuss you. I'd ask who invited you out here, but I'd probably get some pathetic response like "Your big mouth, asshat."
Gene sighs and hangs his head. After a moment, he looks back up and stares at Dante. He exits the ring through the ropes and starts walking up the ramp, towards Dante. Dante smirks, dropping his mic and removing his shades. Gene reaches the top of the ramp, and looks down at a readied Dante.
[Gene:] Now if you don't mind, I think that we've taken up enough of these good people's time.
No Chance hits again, and Gene shakes his head a bit at Dante before walking off through the curtain and into the back. Dante is left standing on the entrance ramp, a bit bewildered, as if he just heard a joke, but didn't get the punchline, as we cut to commercial.
2. <<<Singles Match>>> (Referee: Mr. Couto)
JC Storm vs. Hando
Hando comes out of the blocks with a drop toehold, Storm tires to go behind but Hando hits the overhead kick. Back in the grapple now and Storm takes Hando down hard with the scoop slam. Soccer ball kick followed by the high powered Boston crab on Hando but he’s able to make it to the ropes and break the hold. Hando now fires back with a sole butt and an enzurguri. Quick cover on Storm… 1…2 … kick out! Hando now takes Strom down with the DDT. Storm is picked up to his feet, Irish whip into he corner by Hando, Hando scoop slams Storm, climbs up to the top and hits the slingshot splash… 1… 2… kick out! Storm begins to mount some offence after a rolling sole butt. Hando gets back up to his feet and is drilled with the lifting takedown. Storm drops down for the quick cover… 1… 2… kick out! Both men back up to their vertical bases, Hando charges in but Storm catches him with the overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Storm from behind now hits the full nelson buster. His got Hando on Dream Street here, screw slam! Storm hooks the leg… 1… 2… kick out! Both men back up to their feet and Hando hits a peace crusher 2 out of nowhere! Hando on the apron now, slingshot diving heel kick finds its mark! Hando climbs the top now, King Of Frog Splash! The cover… 1… 2… NO! JC has the foot on the ropes. Hando waits for Storm to kneel on one knee… Shining… JC ducks the Hando’s knee, kick to the gut by Storm, GRAVITY BOMB! Hando gets drilled to the mat… 1… 2… 3!
Winner by pin fall: JC Storm
Time: 15:17
Audience (Strong Style): 79%
3. <<<Singles Match>>> (Referee: Mr. Couto)
Chapel vs. Dante Black
Two former M-DWF superstars reliving an old rivalry here, Dante looks poised as both men tie up in the centre of the ring. Dante drops Chapel with a series of drop toeholds, tie up again and Chapel gets some stiff hammer blows to the spine. Chapel looking for the powerbomb early but Dante reverse with the back body drop bridge… 1… kick out! Dante now going to work on the legs with the dragon screw, Chapel charges back in and Dante takes him over with the fireman’s carry. Chapel now goes in with some stiff shots to the face via the Vader hammers. Backbreaker now by Chapel as he has Dante a reeling, tie up again and some more stiff clubs to the back by Chapel. Dante fires back, lifting takedown on Chapel followed by the sharpshooter. Chapel desperately tries to reach the ropes to break the hold and he does. Dante drags him to mid ring and hits the moonsault pin… 1… 2… kick out! Chapel gets back up to his feet, cradle piledriver! Dante goes for another cover… 1… 2… kick out! Chapel hammers back now, kick to the gut and runs Dante into the mat with the running powerbomb! Cover… 1… 2… kick out! Chapel now looks to get the sickle out and attempts to carve Dante’s forehead but Dante gets his forearms up to block it. Chapel now with a headbutt rush and sends Dante into the ropes, spine buster! Another cover… 1… 2… kick out! Dante just wont stay down! Chapel sets up for the Disaster Piece, Dante floats over and connects with the brainbuster! Chapel gets up wobbly and Dante looks to capitalize, kick to the gut, BLACK OUT! Cover… 1… 2… 3!
Winner by pin fall: Dante Black
Time: 17:14
Audience (Strong Style): 84%
4. <<<Junior Weight Championship>>> (Referee: Mr. Couto)
Cole Meadowlark vs. Juan Leche(c)
Leche’s first title defence tonight doesn’t start off on the right foot as Cole controls the opening minutes with an offensive attack of drop toeholds and cyclone whips. Leche is quick to fire back with some cyclone whips of his own, Leche sends Cole into the ropes and hits the dynamite knee lift, Cole comes charges back in but Leche stops him in his tracks and works on the legs with the dragon screw. Cole is down and Leche flows up with the foot stomp, Cole rolled over and Romero special applied! Cole desperately looks for the ropes and finally does. Leche attempts to go behind on Cole but Cole gets the elbow up. Both men lock back up, Cole is able to take Leche down with he stomach crusher, he bounces off the far ropes and connects with the spinning dropkick on Leche. Quick cover by Cole… 1… 2… kick out! Cole looks for the Irish whips but its reversed by Leche, Leche bounces off the opposite side and connects with the screw high kick, shades of the great Hayabusa. Leche now looks for the jumping neckbreaker but Cole dodges it, Cole takes him down with the cyclone whip and sprints up to the top, moonsault press! Cover…1 … 2… NO! Leche barely gets the shoulder up. Cole now sets up Leche for the Haiti Thunder and connects! Another cover by Cole… 1… 2… kicks out! Cole looks a little frustrated now as he picks Leche up by his mask, Cole has him on his shoulders for the Hawaiian smasher but Leche floats over, kick to the gut on Cole followed by the British fall. Leche has all the momentum in the world now; he sprints up to the top, LECHE SPLASH! This could be it… 1… 2… 3!
Winner by pin fall: Juan Leche
Time: 12:06
Audience (Lucha Style): 94%
Scene opens with Twinky McLanahan sitting across from Cynthia Rockwell in a rather nice looking home...
[Cynthia:] Well, uh... Mr. McLanahan-
[Twinky:] No, no no. There's no "Mr. McLanahan" here, I'm just Twinky.
[Cynthia:] Er... right. Twinky... well, I've got to say before we start this interview; I was actually expecting a trailer with three walls, but you've actually got a pretty nice house here.
[Twinky:] Yeah; three generations of McLanahan have spent their lives working on this house! Makes me VERY proud to be the one who finished it!
[Cynthia:] Right. Okay, first question: You took some time off between the collapse of the M-DWF, and joining the C-CWA. Why?
[Twinky:] Well, first, I took a couple weeks to make a movie. It's called "Operation: Halberd", and it's in theaters now!
[Cynthia:] Right.. and early reviews haven't been so nice to it. What do you have to say to them?
[Twinky:] Simple: The movie isn't as good as it should be because I'm only in the last ten minutes. Just like the C-CWA programming; this show is only as good as it is because I'M on it!
[Cynthia:] Well that's kind of hard for you to say with such talents in the C-CWA as-
[Twinky:] As who? Sykopath? I mean, heck, I like the guy and all, but SNOOZEFEST! Can't he just... brighten up a little; have some FUN! He's the World Heavyweight Champion, and official current eventual target of ME.
Then we've got Spunk... who has none. He's kinda boring. In the ring, out of the ring, on a microphone. I heard he makes movies too. Are they boring?
[Cynthia:] Well... They aren't quite "Jean Claude Van Damme" bad...
[Twinky:] Right. I see... Well, Crimson. He's... well... Crimson. Take that as you see it.
[Cynthia:] What about Brian Lee?
[Twinky:] -Leaning forward- Brian Lee... isn't fit to lick the dog crap off of my shoe.
[Cynthia:] Wo-WOW!
[Twinky:] Next question!
[Cynthia:] Wait, let's go back here; why would you say such things about Brian Lee?
[Twinky:] Cynthia, for a reporter, you're pretty stupid. You know that? If you don't know why I'd talk like that about a bald, angry, wrestling-skill-lacking, not funny in the slightest, CANADIAN; then you need to go back and do some actual fact digging.
[Cynthia:] I have a couple more questions-
[Twinky:] No. I'm done. Hell with you. Turn off that camera. Turn it off. DAMMIT, TURN IT OFF!
Camera cuts out, onto the next scene...
5. <<<Singles Match>>> (Referee: Jesus Kuroki)
Catalyst vs. Da Grinch
Catalyst starts off with a quick dragon screw on Grinch. Grinch gets up and tells him to hold off.. He holds out his hands for a test of strength. Catalyst obliges, but Grinch nails a drop toe hold out of it. THen picks him up and slams him out of the ring. Catalyst back in, and recieves a slam/senton combo. Grinch now with a dragon screw of his own on Catalyst. Catalyst back up and levels Grinch with an elbow, then a dragon screw. Catalyst goes for the Northern Lights, but Grinch reverses it into a DDT! Grinch hits a senton on Catalyst.. Catalyst back on his feet as Grinch blindsides him with a backdrop! DG whips Catalyst off the ropes and hits him with a flying shoulderblock. He whips Catalyst again, Catalyst ducks the lariat, Catalyst goes beind, kangaroo kick by Grinch. Grinch looks to the fans and points to his head.. He turns around and eats a spin kick from Catalyst, followed by a DDT! Catalyst sets up the brainbuster! Going for the feeeeneeeeesh.. No, Grinch reverses it. Grinch goes behind now, Catalyst with a backflip enzui! Catalyst off the ropes, Grinch springs up and hits a sole butt on Catalyst! He goes behind and sets up the Sneetch Driver.. Wait, Catalyst with a reversal, nailed the enzui again! Catalyst shakes his head, and omg! Heel hold! Grinch scrambles to the ropes and the ref calls for the break. Catalyst picks up Grinch and takes him down hard with a snap suplex. He rolls over into a lazy cover.. 1...2...easy kick out. Grinch right back up, goes behind, release german! Catalyst back on his feet, Grinch off the ropes, diving back elbow! NAGATA LOCK! Catalyst screams in pain as he reaches to the ropes. He can't reach, and Grinch sinches in on the hold.. He pounds on the mat, then out of desperation elbows Grinch in the knee causing him to let go.. Catalyst keeps a firm hold on Grinch's ankle, and locks in the heel hold! Grinch kicks him off with his free leg.. Catalyst back up and hits a backspin kick on Grinch. Grinch back on his feet, Catalyst goes for another, Grinch ducks! Sneetch Drivah!! 1...2.. NO! Grinch picks up Catalyst now, sets up the brainbuster.. OOOh.. Wait.. He hooks the leg. SHEER DROP FISHAMANBUSTAH!! Grinch drapes an arm over Catalyst and counts along with the ref.. 1...2.. KICKOUT! Catalyst gets up witht he help of the ropes.. Grinch from behind.. He hooks in the Chickenwing! Catalyst is in the ropes and the ref calls for the break.. Grinch spits in Jesus Kuroki's face and BOOM! Chickenwing Suplex damnit! Grinch up top now.. LEGGG DROP! He doesn't even bother making the cover.. He picks Catalyst up.. Oh god, not another.. FISHAMAN DDT! He picks Catalyst up.. CATALYST WITH A STRAIGHT F'N PALM TO THE FACE!! Grinch falls over in a heap! Holy SHIT. Cover.. 1....2.. NO! Catalyst picks him up, Northern Lights Time.. WAIT! DDT! Cover by Grinch.. 1! 2! 2.999! He picks up Catalyst now, and calls for the finish.. Wait.. Catalyst with a Shotei rush! Covahhhh...1....2... NO! Both men are lying on the mat breathing heavily.. Grinch up first.. He is holding the head of Catalyst.. 10. Men. Lariat! Catalyst looks like he is out.. Grinch isn't done though.. He picks him up, SUESS THEORY!! 1....2..........3!
Winner by pin fall: Da Gr1nch
Time: 19:05
Audience (Strong Style): 91%
6. <<<Destiny Series: Tag Team>>> (Referee: John Holmes)
Team Violence vs. w@nToN Connection
OMG Batfarti is so damn FAT~! He wants to start the match, but the GEOFF won’t allow it. Prodigy comes up from behind and grabs him by his stringy hair, Fo@m Finger! Dink’s looking for the Trist of F@yte, but he gets thrown across the ring. Prod kicks him in his little baby fat gut, then puts him across his knee…for a backbreaker…pervs. He looks like he’s going to end it early, and goes for a Prodigy Bomb, but Dink pokes him with another Fo@m Finger and reverses with a rana. OMFG tag to the fatman! He trips over the middle rope coming in and falls right on his fat face! Prodigy takes his fucking head off with a lariat and tags in Lee. Lee tries to follow up, but gets taken over with a fireman’s carry. HOLY PURPLE DILDO JUICE! Batfarti just sat on Lee, and for the second consectutive week that mother canucker is dead! 1…2…Prodigy breaks it up, dragging Lee to the corner and making the tag. He runs in and plants a boot into Batfarti’s gut, but that blubber whale just laughs. Prodigy back up and charges…he doesn’t budge! He runs again, Batfarti back switch, slow German! He’s on his knees emulating Kurt Angle…err…wait. I think he’s just gasping for air…Dink tags himself in! He tries to pick Prodigy up for the SSDB ’02, but he completely botches it…the yardtard dumps Prodigy right on his head. La magistral, or as close as Dink can get, 1…2…Prodigy kicks out! He makes the tag to Lee, but he comes Batfarti! He grabs Prodigy, Batfarti Slam! Lee shoves Dink aside, and cracks Batfarti in the face with a chair! He’s out cold, but he FALLS on Prodigy! Prodigy can’t move! Dink from behind, rollup! 1…2…3! Wow….
Winners by pin fall: w@nToN Connection
Time: 28:54
Audience (Strong Style): 81%
7. <<<Destiny Series: Tag Team>>> (Referee: John Holmes)
SPUNK & Asian Penguin vs. Two Count
AP and Rigg start things off, and Rigg gets overpowered easily. He’s whipped to the ropes, ducks a Glacial Divider, AP catches the superkick attempt, and pulls him in for a HARD short range lariat. Snap mare into a low dropkick, and an early cover gets a flat 2. AP drags him into the corner and Spunk tags in, hitting a stiff muay thai kick to the ribs. Spunk whips him to the ropes, and nails him with a kenka kick. S^3’s really isolating Rigg…he gets laid out with the STO, but Jones saves the match at 2. Rigg rolls out to the floor to try and regain some kind of composure…but Spunk flies…shit! Rigg moves and Spunk gives the guardrail an elbow suicida! He gets up slow, and Rigg superkicks the elbow! He makes the tag to Jones, who hits a la quebrada! He rolls Spunk back in the ring to make a cover, Rigg blocks AP, but Spunk still manages to kick out at two. Jones gets him up for the brainbuster, but Spunk floats over and shoves Jones right into a Burninating Glacial Divider! Spunk sends Rigg to the outside, and whips him out with a plancha! Holmes begins to count Spunk out while AP works over JJ…he goes behind, Penguin Hero-no! Jones somehow landed on his feet and dumps AP high on his neck with a vertical German! Nice bridge, but AP’s not the legal man, and Holmes is still counting out Spunk. He rolls back in at 14, and stomps Jones right in the junk! Slow German on Jones, Spunk floats into a cover, but only gets 2. Spunk drags Jones over to the corner, landing body press, 1…2…Jones gets his feet on the ropes! Spunk looks pissed, and sets JJ up for the STD…but Rigg is back on the apron and pullsJJ’s ankles down reversing it! Tombstone on Spunk! 1…2…AP breaks it up! He tags himself in! Rigg charges in but aP whips him into JJ! Meeting of the minds! Jones stumbles right into one hell of a Burininating Glacier Divider, and now the Pengata Lock is applied! Spunk’s holding Rigg back, Jones taps!
Winners by submission: SPUNK & Asian Penguin
Time: 16:33
Audience (Strong Style): 87%
8. <<<Hardcore Match>>> (Referee: Jesus Kuroki)
Tranzfusion vs. Crimson vs. Sykopath
Tranz starts off attacking the champ as Crimson stands back.. Syko pushes the smaller Tranz off of him.. He then lifts him up for a Spinebuster.. Wait.. Crimson from behind.. TENKOJI/3d/SUPER CRIMSON CUTTER ON TRANZ! HOLY CRAP! 32 seconds in! Tranz staggers back to his feet.. Crimson picks up Tranz.. And they hit another! Tranz staggers to his feet and Crimson plants him with a DDT. Crimson and Syko are going at it now.. Tranz is up again.. And what do ya know? Another TENKOJI cutter on the poor little bastard. Crimson now attacking Syko with a flurry of punches and kicks.. Tranz gets up slowly.. OMG! Syko/Tranz dropkick Crimson! THE BLOOD BROTHERS ARE TRULY DONE HERE FOLKS. Syko and Tranz now! Crimson back on his feet, looking angered now.. Norhtern Lights on Tranz.. 1....2... NO! Well, what do ya know, ANOTHER by Crimson.. Another 2 count. Syko now with guard position punches on Tranz.. The ref pulls him off. My god, Tranz is up.. Shining Enzui on Syko, Elbow Smash on Crimson.. Crimson no sells and nails an STO out of nowhere on Tranz. Syko up top, and hits a moonsault on Tranz.. 1...2.. NO! This little guy still has a lot left in him damnit! Swinging neckbreaker on Crimson, Syk grabs him from beind, Kangaroo kick by Tranz! He turns around.. CRIMSON CUTTER! Crimson with a DDT on Tranz now.. He turns around to a kick from Syko.. He gives him a kick of his own.. He sets up a DDT now.. Trrraaannnnz with a sole butt on Crimson! Kick rush on Syko. Tranz up top now, going for the MAD SPLASH! Crimson rolls Syko out of the way. Crimson up top now, Syko with a Japan Leg Roll Clutch on Tranz.. 1...2.. KICKOUT! DDT by Crimson on Tranz.. Syko from behind tosses Crimson outside.. The champ picks up Tranz.. END. TO. SANITY!! 1....2... NO! Tranz kicks out! Crimson rolls back in and charges at Tranz with a STO! He tosses Tranz to the corner. Syko grabs Tranz's arm, slaps the chest, and oooooooh! Praying rope walking.. What balance.. HAHAHA! Crimson shakes the ropes and Syko gets crotched! Crimson turns around and Tranz runs at him with a Sining Enzui! Face buster by Tranz on Crimson.. Crimson gets up and both Tranz and Syko dropkick him. Syko off the ropes with a senton on Tranz.. Tranz back up, him and Crimson dropkick Syko! Tranz quickly hops over and locks in the Tranzfixer on Crimson! OOOOOOH! Syko with a stiff punch to the head of Tranz.. Tranz falls over in a heap. Crimson fights Syko down to the mat, then picks up Tranz and hits a Norhtern Lights for a 2 count. Surprise, Surprise, ANOTHER.. For ANOTHER 2 count.. Tranz kicks Crimson down and springs off the ropes.. Syko off the other side.. COLLISION! Crimson quickly takes advantage and goes for ap in on Tranz.. 1...2.. NO! Crimson looks mad now and heads outside, he is tearing aroudn under the apron looking for something.. Ooh, wait, he's found it! He tosses a table into the ring, hitting Syko in the head, causing him to fall over. He pulls out a garbage can and throws that in.. Tranz rolls out of the way of it, then Crimson pulls out the sickle as the fans scream. He smiles and rolls back into the ring. Syko with a headbutt rush on Tranz.. He falls over in the corner resting on the table.. Crimson has the sickle in hand as he looks at Syko.. Syko bursts out of nowhere with a Bed of Roses that plants Crimson on the garbage can! Syko is reaching around in his boot now.. Oooh, he has a fork.. He walks over ot Tranz and starts picking away at his face! Crimson out of nowhere with a STO on Syko! Crimson with a Northern Lights on Tranz now.. 1..2.. Kickout. Crimson picks up the table and sets it up near the corner.. He rests Syko on it and goes up top.. MOONSAULT THROUGH THE TABLE! MAH GAWD! Tranz picks up Crimson's sickle now.. AND HE IS STABBING CRIMSON! Syko falters to his feet, he grabs Tranz from behind, END TO SANITY! 1...2.. 2.99! Syko and Crimson look at each other.. Then to Tranz.. Syko slides out of the ring and searches underneath the ring.. Ooh shit.. He slides a table in.. Crimson sets it up as Syko rolls back in.. TENKOJI CUTTER THROUGH THE TABLE DAMNIT! SYko up top.. Shooting Star Press on Tranz! 1...2.. NO! Syko gets up slowly, after pounding the mat in anger.. CRIMSON CUTTER ON SYKO! Tranz kicks Crimson in the stomache.. Face buster! Tranz is lying on the mat helpless now.. Syko staggers to his feet.. He hovers over Crimson.. Guard position punches.. CRIMSON IS TAPPING! Tranz catches Syko offguard with a punch/kick rush that levels him.. Tranz up top.. Syko stumbles to his feet.. The trash can is behind him.. Tranz with a missle dropkick sending Syko's spine onto the trash can! Tranz turns to the fans and takes a bow as they applaud him.. He turns around and Syko witha BURNING LARIAT! Syko throws him outside.. Wait! Wait! QUEEEBRAAAAADAAAAAAAA!! Syko connects sending Tranz to the floor hard.. Syko is on his hands and knees now digging around under the ring. He has a chair.. Uh oh.. Tranz gets up and Syko levels him with a stiff chair shot.. Tranz falls to his knees, then smack on his face.. Syko throws the chair down behind him and picks up Tranz.. END TO SANITY ON THE CHAIR! 1....2.... WTF! NO! NO! NO! TRANZ KICKS THE HELL OUT! Syko under the ring again.. And he pulls out a table and sets it up behind Tranz. Syko picks Tranz up, looking frustrated.. Tranz with a sole butt out of nowhere! Syko falls back onto the table.. Tranz grabs Syko by his mask and rolls him onto the ring apron. Tranz up on the aprong now as he picks up Syko.. He grabs Syko from behind, and hooks the arms... He looks back and the fans scream as they notice the table right behind him.. TIGER SUPLEX OFF THE APRON THROUGH THE TABLE! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! Tranz leans back onto Syko for a VERY lazy cover.. 1.......2.........3!!!!!!!!!! TRANZ HAS DONE IT DAMNIT!
Winner by pin fall: Tranzfusion
Time: 38:22 (Crimson: 35:28)
Audience: n/a
[Fade]
[DeMarco:] Ah, yes. Another fun person from the M-DWF has come to enlighten and entertain us all, I'm sure.
[Cross:] Hey, watch it with that. Don't forget what happened last time.
DeMarco remains silent as the arena cuts to black. The Cowan-tron comes up pink, with all sorts of cute pink hearts floating slowly up the screen. One large heart takes up residence in the center of the 'tron, with "NiGHT" written on the top of it in one of those overly fancy fonts and a large number five (5) on the bottom. The sound of a large clock ticking down hits the arena, and the five (5) balloon pops, becoming a four (4) balloon, and so on and so forth until the zero (0) balloon. The heart-balloons all start to pop, and the ticking sound dies down, now being replaced by...
Understand, understand. Understand, understand. Understand, understand the concept of love.
Concept of Love by Hideki Naganuma hits, and with a huge blast of pink, red, and gold pyro, the arena lights return, and Kaori NiGHT stands about three feet down the entrance ramp, staring up to the sky, arms raised and pointing up as well, and a mic in her left hand. As the pyro dies down, Kaori's arms drop and she stares at the ring, smiling as the crowd goes f'n nutty. She begins to walk back and forth across the ramp, tossing her arms into the air, pumping up the crowd. After a moment, she stops, and brings her left hand up, the mic to her mouth.
[Kaori:] Welcome...
Wait for it... Wait for it...
[Kaori:] ...to Kaori... NiGHT... Inferno!
Big pop. Camera cuts to Kaori, who's smiling quite a big smile. After a moment, she begins a slow saunter to the ring.
[Kaori:] Now, hearing all the talk in the back, it has come to my attention that the C-CWA Women's Division seems to have already become somewhat... stale. I mean, granted, it's not the most highly-funded division in the C-CWA, but it should be a hell of a lot bigger than it is. But, aside from the understaffing, let's see why the Woman's Division hasn't taken off, shall we? First off, Veronica, my tag partner for tonight. She looks like a freakin' tennis ball, and has all the in-ring ability and personality of a dead tree.
As Kaori continues down to the ring, at the end of the entrance ramp, she takes a right, taking the long way to the far-side ring stairs, near the announce table.
[Kaori:] Then, Michiko Kuroda, the gawdawful queen of the arm-bar. Granted, there are other wrestlers that have been able to survive their whole careers relying solely on four or five moves - Regina, Axe Duggan, Monster Gaia... hell, even Steve Steel - but there's one little difference between them and our very own "Visual Star"; those people're entertaining. They are charismatic. Michiko, you are not.
Kaori walks up the ring stairs and stands on the apron, Pepe Pena-style "arm sliding in the ropes to mid-apron, then leg in the ropes, entering the ring" fashion, faces the entry way, and starts pacing back and forth.
[Kaori:] And then, my personal favorite person in the whole wide world; Cate "Aah!! THERE'S SOMETHING IN MY HAIR!! GET IT OUT!!" Archer. We've had our ups, we've had our downs, and one thing has come to my attention; Cate is one tough bitch. And a hell of a lot more talented than the bastard Muppet love child of Oscar the Grouch and Big Bird, and the "hyper visual" bland and altogether boring Kaiji wanna-be.
Kaori turns around, smiling, facing the cheering audience.
[Kaori:] But now? Never fear, for Kaori NiGHT is here! I'm gonna light a fire under this division's ass that'll make Satan jealous! I mean, if I can't carry any of your sorry hides to a good match, then I think you need to get the hell out of this business while you're still young and pretty enough to enter a career in pornography!!!
1. <<<Tag Match>>> (Referee: Mr. Couto)
Veronica & Kaori Night vs. Michiko Kuroda & Cate Archer
Veronica and Michiko Kuroda start the match off for their respective teams, Kuroda with a shot to the face then a few kicks to Veronica’s legs, Kuroda goes for a irish whip but Veronica reverses and then delivers a back body drop and Kuroda’s return. Veronica quickly to her corner and tags in Kaori Night, Night runs towards Kuroda and gets a ultra rana for her troubles 1…. Just a one count. Kuroda pulls Night up by the hair and tries to deliver a tombstone but Night manages to shift her weight and then deliver her own tombstone, Kuroda gets up and makes a tag to Cate Archer, Night goes for a DDT but Archer counters with a release northern lights suplex. Night up and Archer delivers a nice suplex, and then decides to choke Night with her foot, referee AP begins his count and she lets go at 3. Archer then drops a leg drop before Night can get up, Archer whips Night into the corner but Night runs up and back flips off the top, but Archer saw it coming and delivers a swinging neckbreaker as to her as she lands. Archer goes for a kick to the mid-section but Night grabs her leg and delivers a dragon screw, Archer up quickly but Night whips her against the ropes and delivers a spinning heel kick before tagging out to Veronica. She walks up to Archer who goes for a kick Veronica catches her foot but Archer nails her in the back of the head with an enziguri, Archer pulls her up and delivers a mongolian chop which sends Veronica right back down again. Archer swings a punch at Veronica but she ducks and then pulls Archer to the floor by her hair, Veronica pulls her up and holds her in place for Night to kick her right in the side of the head, Kuroda comes rushing in and it’s complete madness now, Kuroda locks Night an flying heel cross but Veronica breaks it up with a flying cross body off the top rope. Veronica then nails Archer with a overhead kick and Night unleashes a series of kicks on Kuroda, referee AP has lost all control of the match and seems to be letting anything go here, Archer clotheslines Veronica out of the ring as Kuroda locks in the Shawn Capture on Night again, Night has no choice but to tap.
Winners by submission: Cate Archer & Michiko Kuroda
Time: 22:48
Audience (Strong Style): 82%
No Chance blares and a smiling Gene Starr makes his way down to the ring, decked out in casual backstage attire (double-white-lined black workout pants, black t-shirt (since his own isn't done just yet)), amidst a chorus of boos. He's handed a mic from the outside, and leans on the ropes on the "back" of the ring, looking down at the announcer's table, smiling grimly.
[Gene:] So, how you boys doin' tonight?
Gene laughs a bit as he bounces up off of the top rope. He walks over to the center of the ring and paces a bit before talking.
[Gene:] How, first thing's first. Johnny Park...
The crowd stirs at the name, slight pop.
[Gene:] ...good match. You certainly showed me up, and have more than earned my respect. I honestly underestimated you, and payed the price for my arrogance.
Slighty larger pop for the Living Legend this time around.
[Gene:] But now, on to business. A lot of people seem to think that, I'm just here to be a merry mischief maker. You know, someone with nothing better to do with my precious time than to come out and beat the "aboot" out of a couple Canadians. Well, I do so hate to break it to you poor sad-sack bastards, but it's just not that simple. It never is. I'm doing what I'm doing because I'm sick of being treated like a lower-class citizen by pathetic little whiney bitches, because I don't "fit in" with the C-CWA "cru", or because I put so much stock and time and effort into a company that now isn't here. So, to all the boys in the back who think that they're just "too good" to go one-on-one with me - to get their asses handed to them by me...
Gene leans on the ropes again, facing the entrance ramp, his eyes narrowed and jaw squared.
[Gene:] ...you'd all better start counting your blessings every damned night that you don't have to step to me. You'd all better start thanking whatever diety your pathetic souls believe in every fucking night that you don't find yourself on the other side of a ring from me.
Droppin' Plates hits, and down the ramp comes Dante Black, not in the best of moods... or even really in the kinda-sorta-ok mood. To be blunt, he's pissed.
[Dante:] Sorry to interrupt your little bitchy tirade, but damn, I swear to God if I hear this exact same rant one more time, my head will explode. We get it already. You wanna be the bad-ass. Everyone should be scared of you. I should pray to God you don't plant me where I stand....blah blah blah blah blah blah BLAH! If we've heard it once, we've heard it a bajillion times.You're just missing the most important part of this equation. People don't ignore you because they don't hear you, they just ignore you because they don't care. When are you gonna learn....you ain't nothin. Remember all that shit you used to talk at me. You made yourself up to be real bad picking on that assmonkey Trek Storm, but when it came time to step in the ring with me....you always came up a bit short didn't you? Then after Rockman broke your leg, you stewed at home, swearing you'd come back with a vengance and get revenge. But the best you ever got was a EPW Title win over that jobber Flare, and even that was because I bailed your sorry ass out. And when you got your match with Rockman, he bitched you out again, and took your title. Face it...you're pathetic. The only reason people even know your name is because you've always been associated with me. And no matter how bad-ass you claim to be...in reality, you're just a watered down Dante Black.
The camera shoots over to Gene, who is doubled over in laughter, hanging on the top rope a bit. After a moment, his laughter quiets down a bit, and he manages to stand up.
[Gene:] Oh, oh, man. I'm sorry. That was rude of me. It's just, me, a watered down you. That's just too damned funny.
Gene wipes his eyes, looks back down the entrance ramp, and smiles. As he speaks, he slowly paces back and forth, shooting an occasional look down the ramp towards Dante, but mostly just looking out into the crowd, staring off into space. He speaks in a very condescending manner, and very slowly, probably so that Dante and/or the audience will be able to understand him.
[Gene:] Now, let me get this straight, Dante. Since you're, like, the "end-all, be-all" of professional wrestling, then I should just shut up and go home, right? Because you're just the "whole fuckin' show" - because you're "the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be" - all of the guys in the back should just pack it in and look for positions in meaningful job markets, right?
The crowd boos, because, well, they're the crowd. And they're a bunch of stupid monkey heathens. Gene shakes his head and lightly smacks himself in the forhead, shrugging his shoulders and smirking again.
[Gene:] Oh, wait, I'm sorry. I was talking about great wrestlers there, not silly little amnesiac bleached-blond peons who ride other people's coattails to their mediocre fame. Now, you always seem to like talking about your achievements, your "big wins", but you always seem to forget about your short-comings, your "big losses". You love bragging about matches where you've "beaten all the odds and done the un-do-able", but happen to catch a bit of amnesia when someone brings up times that the odds beat you and when you were the one... being done. And Dante, please do remind us of something, would you? Remind us all that, while I was the WXW World Champion, weither you "bailed me out" or not, what title belt you were carrying at the time. Remind us all that, while I was the M-DWF American Champion, what Championships you were defending.
Gene smirks a bit, and stops pacing. staring right down at Dante.
[Gene:] That's right, none. What I'm saying, Dante, is that I may be pathetic, but at least I'm a man about it. I may by pathetic, but at least I accept all my short-comings, instead of pushing them off to the side and trying my best to ignore them in hopes that they'll go away. And, you know what? I'm all the better for it. You? You are a sad, sad little man for what you do. I mean, look at you. Standing on the entrance ramp, your stupid little sunglasses on, your poorly-bleached, Scott-Steiner-looking goatee, standing there like you're the sexiest bitch that there ever was... And yet, I'm the pathetic one. Funny how that works out, isn't it?
[Dante]: Eh...I think the way you worked out is actually kinda sad. It is funny though...the way you always seem to put the words in my mouth. I mean, my memory might be a bit fuzzy...but as I remember it I've always been quick to admit my flaws. As a matter of fact, I'd be the first to point them out if you didn't always beat me to it.
[Gene]: Hey, what can I say? I try.
[Dante]: Anyway, you point out flaws, I point out flaws... bottom line...nobody's perfect. The difference between me and you is, you just have a lot more flaws than I do. It's why you always feel like you have to vindicate yourself at my expense. I'm no psychiatrist, but you seem like a textbook case for a serious inferiority complex Geno. I'm not trying to degrate you or anything, just look at the facts. You scan through the record books, I own you every single time the big match rolls around. Sure you've got lucky a time or to, but all the flukes did were fuel your delusion. I'm superior to you, and you just can't stand it.
Gene again starts pacing, looking around and avoiding eye contact with Dante, and again talking in a very slow, demeaning manner, using a couple hand gestures to get his point across.
[Gene:] And yet, I'm the one with the inferiority complex. Again, it's odd how that works out. But I digress. Dante, you're hardly one to admit your flaws. I seem to remember, time after time, before you step into the ring with someone, you're often heard spouting some kind of self-righteous bullshit like "What's happened in the past doesn't matter," or "This one won't end like last time, pal." Neverminding the times you've gone out there and gotten your ass handed to you by that same person time and time and time again...
[Dante:] What's your point, Geno? People in the audience are falling asleep here, man.
[Gene:] You know, Dante, if you would shut up every once in awhile, you might learn something. Now, as I was saying, you always go on about how you never care about what happened every other time, when you really should care. Every time you step into this ring with someone that you'd fought it out with before, you should be thinking about everything you might've done wrong. After all, those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. I always learn from my mistakes. Remember the Destiny Series, Dante?
[Dante:] Yeah. I was kinda there, too. What of it?
[Gene:] Remember how you managed to beat me in the finals for our block, and we went on into that triple-threat to determine who the M-DWF Destiny Series winner would be?
[Dante:] Again, I was there.
[Gene:] Well, I learned a couple things from that encounter, and went on to beat you senseless in our next encounter. Do you remember that, too? Or, did you get another bout of forgetfulness?
A grimly smirking Gene looks down at Dante, who looks like he's been, well, busted.
[Gene:] Thought so. Now, you see, I come out here simply to state my intentions - my motivations - and instead find myself having to sink to your low level by trading insults. You may be that kind of person, the kind who thinks that by putting others down, you'll be able to be a big man, but I am far from it. It's below me. I watch things going on in the back and I hear the most ridiculous crap. People calling others "dusche bags", and "monthy blood brothers", and "green-haired cherry", and shit like that. It's just stupid, honestly. The only people in this whole damn organization that seem to have their heads screwed on straight are Chapel and Johnny Park. But, I'm not really here to discuss them.
Gene again looks down the pipeline at Dante.
[Gene:] Hell, I'm not even here to discuss you. I'd ask who invited you out here, but I'd probably get some pathetic response like "Your big mouth, asshat."
Gene sighs and hangs his head. After a moment, he looks back up and stares at Dante. He exits the ring through the ropes and starts walking up the ramp, towards Dante. Dante smirks, dropping his mic and removing his shades. Gene reaches the top of the ramp, and looks down at a readied Dante.
[Gene:] Now if you don't mind, I think that we've taken up enough of these good people's time.
No Chance hits again, and Gene shakes his head a bit at Dante before walking off through the curtain and into the back. Dante is left standing on the entrance ramp, a bit bewildered, as if he just heard a joke, but didn't get the punchline, as we cut to commercial.
2. <<<Singles Match>>> (Referee: Mr. Couto)
JC Storm vs. Hando
Hando comes out of the blocks with a drop toehold, Storm tires to go behind but Hando hits the overhead kick. Back in the grapple now and Storm takes Hando down hard with the scoop slam. Soccer ball kick followed by the high powered Boston crab on Hando but he’s able to make it to the ropes and break the hold. Hando now fires back with a sole butt and an enzurguri. Quick cover on Storm… 1…2 … kick out! Hando now takes Strom down with the DDT. Storm is picked up to his feet, Irish whip into he corner by Hando, Hando scoop slams Storm, climbs up to the top and hits the slingshot splash… 1… 2… kick out! Storm begins to mount some offence after a rolling sole butt. Hando gets back up to his feet and is drilled with the lifting takedown. Storm drops down for the quick cover… 1… 2… kick out! Both men back up to their vertical bases, Hando charges in but Storm catches him with the overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Storm from behind now hits the full nelson buster. His got Hando on Dream Street here, screw slam! Storm hooks the leg… 1… 2… kick out! Both men back up to their feet and Hando hits a peace crusher 2 out of nowhere! Hando on the apron now, slingshot diving heel kick finds its mark! Hando climbs the top now, King Of Frog Splash! The cover… 1… 2… NO! JC has the foot on the ropes. Hando waits for Storm to kneel on one knee… Shining… JC ducks the Hando’s knee, kick to the gut by Storm, GRAVITY BOMB! Hando gets drilled to the mat… 1… 2… 3!
Winner by pin fall: JC Storm
Time: 15:17
Audience (Strong Style): 79%
3. <<<Singles Match>>> (Referee: Mr. Couto)
Chapel vs. Dante Black
Two former M-DWF superstars reliving an old rivalry here, Dante looks poised as both men tie up in the centre of the ring. Dante drops Chapel with a series of drop toeholds, tie up again and Chapel gets some stiff hammer blows to the spine. Chapel looking for the powerbomb early but Dante reverse with the back body drop bridge… 1… kick out! Dante now going to work on the legs with the dragon screw, Chapel charges back in and Dante takes him over with the fireman’s carry. Chapel now goes in with some stiff shots to the face via the Vader hammers. Backbreaker now by Chapel as he has Dante a reeling, tie up again and some more stiff clubs to the back by Chapel. Dante fires back, lifting takedown on Chapel followed by the sharpshooter. Chapel desperately tries to reach the ropes to break the hold and he does. Dante drags him to mid ring and hits the moonsault pin… 1… 2… kick out! Chapel gets back up to his feet, cradle piledriver! Dante goes for another cover… 1… 2… kick out! Chapel hammers back now, kick to the gut and runs Dante into the mat with the running powerbomb! Cover… 1… 2… kick out! Chapel now looks to get the sickle out and attempts to carve Dante’s forehead but Dante gets his forearms up to block it. Chapel now with a headbutt rush and sends Dante into the ropes, spine buster! Another cover… 1… 2… kick out! Dante just wont stay down! Chapel sets up for the Disaster Piece, Dante floats over and connects with the brainbuster! Chapel gets up wobbly and Dante looks to capitalize, kick to the gut, BLACK OUT! Cover… 1… 2… 3!
Winner by pin fall: Dante Black
Time: 17:14
Audience (Strong Style): 84%
4. <<<Junior Weight Championship>>> (Referee: Mr. Couto)
Cole Meadowlark vs. Juan Leche(c)
Leche’s first title defence tonight doesn’t start off on the right foot as Cole controls the opening minutes with an offensive attack of drop toeholds and cyclone whips. Leche is quick to fire back with some cyclone whips of his own, Leche sends Cole into the ropes and hits the dynamite knee lift, Cole comes charges back in but Leche stops him in his tracks and works on the legs with the dragon screw. Cole is down and Leche flows up with the foot stomp, Cole rolled over and Romero special applied! Cole desperately looks for the ropes and finally does. Leche attempts to go behind on Cole but Cole gets the elbow up. Both men lock back up, Cole is able to take Leche down with he stomach crusher, he bounces off the far ropes and connects with the spinning dropkick on Leche. Quick cover by Cole… 1… 2… kick out! Cole looks for the Irish whips but its reversed by Leche, Leche bounces off the opposite side and connects with the screw high kick, shades of the great Hayabusa. Leche now looks for the jumping neckbreaker but Cole dodges it, Cole takes him down with the cyclone whip and sprints up to the top, moonsault press! Cover…1 … 2… NO! Leche barely gets the shoulder up. Cole now sets up Leche for the Haiti Thunder and connects! Another cover by Cole… 1… 2… kicks out! Cole looks a little frustrated now as he picks Leche up by his mask, Cole has him on his shoulders for the Hawaiian smasher but Leche floats over, kick to the gut on Cole followed by the British fall. Leche has all the momentum in the world now; he sprints up to the top, LECHE SPLASH! This could be it… 1… 2… 3!
Winner by pin fall: Juan Leche
Time: 12:06
Audience (Lucha Style): 94%
Scene opens with Twinky McLanahan sitting across from Cynthia Rockwell in a rather nice looking home...
[Cynthia:] Well, uh... Mr. McLanahan-
[Twinky:] No, no no. There's no "Mr. McLanahan" here, I'm just Twinky.
[Cynthia:] Er... right. Twinky... well, I've got to say before we start this interview; I was actually expecting a trailer with three walls, but you've actually got a pretty nice house here.
[Twinky:] Yeah; three generations of McLanahan have spent their lives working on this house! Makes me VERY proud to be the one who finished it!
[Cynthia:] Right. Okay, first question: You took some time off between the collapse of the M-DWF, and joining the C-CWA. Why?
[Twinky:] Well, first, I took a couple weeks to make a movie. It's called "Operation: Halberd", and it's in theaters now!
[Cynthia:] Right.. and early reviews haven't been so nice to it. What do you have to say to them?
[Twinky:] Simple: The movie isn't as good as it should be because I'm only in the last ten minutes. Just like the C-CWA programming; this show is only as good as it is because I'M on it!
[Cynthia:] Well that's kind of hard for you to say with such talents in the C-CWA as-
[Twinky:] As who? Sykopath? I mean, heck, I like the guy and all, but SNOOZEFEST! Can't he just... brighten up a little; have some FUN! He's the World Heavyweight Champion, and official current eventual target of ME.
Then we've got Spunk... who has none. He's kinda boring. In the ring, out of the ring, on a microphone. I heard he makes movies too. Are they boring?
[Cynthia:] Well... They aren't quite "Jean Claude Van Damme" bad...
[Twinky:] Right. I see... Well, Crimson. He's... well... Crimson. Take that as you see it.
[Cynthia:] What about Brian Lee?
[Twinky:] -Leaning forward- Brian Lee... isn't fit to lick the dog crap off of my shoe.
[Cynthia:] Wo-WOW!
[Twinky:] Next question!
[Cynthia:] Wait, let's go back here; why would you say such things about Brian Lee?
[Twinky:] Cynthia, for a reporter, you're pretty stupid. You know that? If you don't know why I'd talk like that about a bald, angry, wrestling-skill-lacking, not funny in the slightest, CANADIAN; then you need to go back and do some actual fact digging.
[Cynthia:] I have a couple more questions-
[Twinky:] No. I'm done. Hell with you. Turn off that camera. Turn it off. DAMMIT, TURN IT OFF!
Camera cuts out, onto the next scene...
5. <<<Singles Match>>> (Referee: Jesus Kuroki)
Catalyst vs. Da Grinch
Catalyst starts off with a quick dragon screw on Grinch. Grinch gets up and tells him to hold off.. He holds out his hands for a test of strength. Catalyst obliges, but Grinch nails a drop toe hold out of it. THen picks him up and slams him out of the ring. Catalyst back in, and recieves a slam/senton combo. Grinch now with a dragon screw of his own on Catalyst. Catalyst back up and levels Grinch with an elbow, then a dragon screw. Catalyst goes for the Northern Lights, but Grinch reverses it into a DDT! Grinch hits a senton on Catalyst.. Catalyst back on his feet as Grinch blindsides him with a backdrop! DG whips Catalyst off the ropes and hits him with a flying shoulderblock. He whips Catalyst again, Catalyst ducks the lariat, Catalyst goes beind, kangaroo kick by Grinch. Grinch looks to the fans and points to his head.. He turns around and eats a spin kick from Catalyst, followed by a DDT! Catalyst sets up the brainbuster! Going for the feeeeneeeeesh.. No, Grinch reverses it. Grinch goes behind now, Catalyst with a backflip enzui! Catalyst off the ropes, Grinch springs up and hits a sole butt on Catalyst! He goes behind and sets up the Sneetch Driver.. Wait, Catalyst with a reversal, nailed the enzui again! Catalyst shakes his head, and omg! Heel hold! Grinch scrambles to the ropes and the ref calls for the break. Catalyst picks up Grinch and takes him down hard with a snap suplex. He rolls over into a lazy cover.. 1...2...easy kick out. Grinch right back up, goes behind, release german! Catalyst back on his feet, Grinch off the ropes, diving back elbow! NAGATA LOCK! Catalyst screams in pain as he reaches to the ropes. He can't reach, and Grinch sinches in on the hold.. He pounds on the mat, then out of desperation elbows Grinch in the knee causing him to let go.. Catalyst keeps a firm hold on Grinch's ankle, and locks in the heel hold! Grinch kicks him off with his free leg.. Catalyst back up and hits a backspin kick on Grinch. Grinch back on his feet, Catalyst goes for another, Grinch ducks! Sneetch Drivah!! 1...2.. NO! Grinch picks up Catalyst now, sets up the brainbuster.. OOOh.. Wait.. He hooks the leg. SHEER DROP FISHAMANBUSTAH!! Grinch drapes an arm over Catalyst and counts along with the ref.. 1...2.. KICKOUT! Catalyst gets up witht he help of the ropes.. Grinch from behind.. He hooks in the Chickenwing! Catalyst is in the ropes and the ref calls for the break.. Grinch spits in Jesus Kuroki's face and BOOM! Chickenwing Suplex damnit! Grinch up top now.. LEGGG DROP! He doesn't even bother making the cover.. He picks Catalyst up.. Oh god, not another.. FISHAMAN DDT! He picks Catalyst up.. CATALYST WITH A STRAIGHT F'N PALM TO THE FACE!! Grinch falls over in a heap! Holy SHIT. Cover.. 1....2.. NO! Catalyst picks him up, Northern Lights Time.. WAIT! DDT! Cover by Grinch.. 1! 2! 2.999! He picks up Catalyst now, and calls for the finish.. Wait.. Catalyst with a Shotei rush! Covahhhh...1....2... NO! Both men are lying on the mat breathing heavily.. Grinch up first.. He is holding the head of Catalyst.. 10. Men. Lariat! Catalyst looks like he is out.. Grinch isn't done though.. He picks him up, SUESS THEORY!! 1....2..........3!
Winner by pin fall: Da Gr1nch
Time: 19:05
Audience (Strong Style): 91%
6. <<<Destiny Series: Tag Team>>> (Referee: John Holmes)
Team Violence vs. w@nToN Connection
OMG Batfarti is so damn FAT~! He wants to start the match, but the GEOFF won’t allow it. Prodigy comes up from behind and grabs him by his stringy hair, Fo@m Finger! Dink’s looking for the Trist of F@yte, but he gets thrown across the ring. Prod kicks him in his little baby fat gut, then puts him across his knee…for a backbreaker…pervs. He looks like he’s going to end it early, and goes for a Prodigy Bomb, but Dink pokes him with another Fo@m Finger and reverses with a rana. OMFG tag to the fatman! He trips over the middle rope coming in and falls right on his fat face! Prodigy takes his fucking head off with a lariat and tags in Lee. Lee tries to follow up, but gets taken over with a fireman’s carry. HOLY PURPLE DILDO JUICE! Batfarti just sat on Lee, and for the second consectutive week that mother canucker is dead! 1…2…Prodigy breaks it up, dragging Lee to the corner and making the tag. He runs in and plants a boot into Batfarti’s gut, but that blubber whale just laughs. Prodigy back up and charges…he doesn’t budge! He runs again, Batfarti back switch, slow German! He’s on his knees emulating Kurt Angle…err…wait. I think he’s just gasping for air…Dink tags himself in! He tries to pick Prodigy up for the SSDB ’02, but he completely botches it…the yardtard dumps Prodigy right on his head. La magistral, or as close as Dink can get, 1…2…Prodigy kicks out! He makes the tag to Lee, but he comes Batfarti! He grabs Prodigy, Batfarti Slam! Lee shoves Dink aside, and cracks Batfarti in the face with a chair! He’s out cold, but he FALLS on Prodigy! Prodigy can’t move! Dink from behind, rollup! 1…2…3! Wow….
Winners by pin fall: w@nToN Connection
Time: 28:54
Audience (Strong Style): 81%
7. <<<Destiny Series: Tag Team>>> (Referee: John Holmes)
SPUNK & Asian Penguin vs. Two Count
AP and Rigg start things off, and Rigg gets overpowered easily. He’s whipped to the ropes, ducks a Glacial Divider, AP catches the superkick attempt, and pulls him in for a HARD short range lariat. Snap mare into a low dropkick, and an early cover gets a flat 2. AP drags him into the corner and Spunk tags in, hitting a stiff muay thai kick to the ribs. Spunk whips him to the ropes, and nails him with a kenka kick. S^3’s really isolating Rigg…he gets laid out with the STO, but Jones saves the match at 2. Rigg rolls out to the floor to try and regain some kind of composure…but Spunk flies…shit! Rigg moves and Spunk gives the guardrail an elbow suicida! He gets up slow, and Rigg superkicks the elbow! He makes the tag to Jones, who hits a la quebrada! He rolls Spunk back in the ring to make a cover, Rigg blocks AP, but Spunk still manages to kick out at two. Jones gets him up for the brainbuster, but Spunk floats over and shoves Jones right into a Burninating Glacial Divider! Spunk sends Rigg to the outside, and whips him out with a plancha! Holmes begins to count Spunk out while AP works over JJ…he goes behind, Penguin Hero-no! Jones somehow landed on his feet and dumps AP high on his neck with a vertical German! Nice bridge, but AP’s not the legal man, and Holmes is still counting out Spunk. He rolls back in at 14, and stomps Jones right in the junk! Slow German on Jones, Spunk floats into a cover, but only gets 2. Spunk drags Jones over to the corner, landing body press, 1…2…Jones gets his feet on the ropes! Spunk looks pissed, and sets JJ up for the STD…but Rigg is back on the apron and pullsJJ’s ankles down reversing it! Tombstone on Spunk! 1…2…AP breaks it up! He tags himself in! Rigg charges in but aP whips him into JJ! Meeting of the minds! Jones stumbles right into one hell of a Burininating Glacier Divider, and now the Pengata Lock is applied! Spunk’s holding Rigg back, Jones taps!
Winners by submission: SPUNK & Asian Penguin
Time: 16:33
Audience (Strong Style): 87%
8. <<<Hardcore Match>>> (Referee: Jesus Kuroki)
Tranzfusion vs. Crimson vs. Sykopath
Tranz starts off attacking the champ as Crimson stands back.. Syko pushes the smaller Tranz off of him.. He then lifts him up for a Spinebuster.. Wait.. Crimson from behind.. TENKOJI/3d/SUPER CRIMSON CUTTER ON TRANZ! HOLY CRAP! 32 seconds in! Tranz staggers back to his feet.. Crimson picks up Tranz.. And they hit another! Tranz staggers to his feet and Crimson plants him with a DDT. Crimson and Syko are going at it now.. Tranz is up again.. And what do ya know? Another TENKOJI cutter on the poor little bastard. Crimson now attacking Syko with a flurry of punches and kicks.. Tranz gets up slowly.. OMG! Syko/Tranz dropkick Crimson! THE BLOOD BROTHERS ARE TRULY DONE HERE FOLKS. Syko and Tranz now! Crimson back on his feet, looking angered now.. Norhtern Lights on Tranz.. 1....2... NO! Well, what do ya know, ANOTHER by Crimson.. Another 2 count. Syko now with guard position punches on Tranz.. The ref pulls him off. My god, Tranz is up.. Shining Enzui on Syko, Elbow Smash on Crimson.. Crimson no sells and nails an STO out of nowhere on Tranz. Syko up top, and hits a moonsault on Tranz.. 1...2.. NO! This little guy still has a lot left in him damnit! Swinging neckbreaker on Crimson, Syk grabs him from beind, Kangaroo kick by Tranz! He turns around.. CRIMSON CUTTER! Crimson with a DDT on Tranz now.. He turns around to a kick from Syko.. He gives him a kick of his own.. He sets up a DDT now.. Trrraaannnnz with a sole butt on Crimson! Kick rush on Syko. Tranz up top now, going for the MAD SPLASH! Crimson rolls Syko out of the way. Crimson up top now, Syko with a Japan Leg Roll Clutch on Tranz.. 1...2.. KICKOUT! DDT by Crimson on Tranz.. Syko from behind tosses Crimson outside.. The champ picks up Tranz.. END. TO. SANITY!! 1....2... NO! Tranz kicks out! Crimson rolls back in and charges at Tranz with a STO! He tosses Tranz to the corner. Syko grabs Tranz's arm, slaps the chest, and oooooooh! Praying rope walking.. What balance.. HAHAHA! Crimson shakes the ropes and Syko gets crotched! Crimson turns around and Tranz runs at him with a Sining Enzui! Face buster by Tranz on Crimson.. Crimson gets up and both Tranz and Syko dropkick him. Syko off the ropes with a senton on Tranz.. Tranz back up, him and Crimson dropkick Syko! Tranz quickly hops over and locks in the Tranzfixer on Crimson! OOOOOOH! Syko with a stiff punch to the head of Tranz.. Tranz falls over in a heap. Crimson fights Syko down to the mat, then picks up Tranz and hits a Norhtern Lights for a 2 count. Surprise, Surprise, ANOTHER.. For ANOTHER 2 count.. Tranz kicks Crimson down and springs off the ropes.. Syko off the other side.. COLLISION! Crimson quickly takes advantage and goes for ap in on Tranz.. 1...2.. NO! Crimson looks mad now and heads outside, he is tearing aroudn under the apron looking for something.. Ooh, wait, he's found it! He tosses a table into the ring, hitting Syko in the head, causing him to fall over. He pulls out a garbage can and throws that in.. Tranz rolls out of the way of it, then Crimson pulls out the sickle as the fans scream. He smiles and rolls back into the ring. Syko with a headbutt rush on Tranz.. He falls over in the corner resting on the table.. Crimson has the sickle in hand as he looks at Syko.. Syko bursts out of nowhere with a Bed of Roses that plants Crimson on the garbage can! Syko is reaching around in his boot now.. Oooh, he has a fork.. He walks over ot Tranz and starts picking away at his face! Crimson out of nowhere with a STO on Syko! Crimson with a Northern Lights on Tranz now.. 1..2.. Kickout. Crimson picks up the table and sets it up near the corner.. He rests Syko on it and goes up top.. MOONSAULT THROUGH THE TABLE! MAH GAWD! Tranz picks up Crimson's sickle now.. AND HE IS STABBING CRIMSON! Syko falters to his feet, he grabs Tranz from behind, END TO SANITY! 1...2.. 2.99! Syko and Crimson look at each other.. Then to Tranz.. Syko slides out of the ring and searches underneath the ring.. Ooh shit.. He slides a table in.. Crimson sets it up as Syko rolls back in.. TENKOJI CUTTER THROUGH THE TABLE DAMNIT! SYko up top.. Shooting Star Press on Tranz! 1...2.. NO! Syko gets up slowly, after pounding the mat in anger.. CRIMSON CUTTER ON SYKO! Tranz kicks Crimson in the stomache.. Face buster! Tranz is lying on the mat helpless now.. Syko staggers to his feet.. He hovers over Crimson.. Guard position punches.. CRIMSON IS TAPPING! Tranz catches Syko offguard with a punch/kick rush that levels him.. Tranz up top.. Syko stumbles to his feet.. The trash can is behind him.. Tranz with a missle dropkick sending Syko's spine onto the trash can! Tranz turns to the fans and takes a bow as they applaud him.. He turns around and Syko witha BURNING LARIAT! Syko throws him outside.. Wait! Wait! QUEEEBRAAAAADAAAAAAAA!! Syko connects sending Tranz to the floor hard.. Syko is on his hands and knees now digging around under the ring. He has a chair.. Uh oh.. Tranz gets up and Syko levels him with a stiff chair shot.. Tranz falls to his knees, then smack on his face.. Syko throws the chair down behind him and picks up Tranz.. END TO SANITY ON THE CHAIR! 1....2.... WTF! NO! NO! NO! TRANZ KICKS THE HELL OUT! Syko under the ring again.. And he pulls out a table and sets it up behind Tranz. Syko picks Tranz up, looking frustrated.. Tranz with a sole butt out of nowhere! Syko falls back onto the table.. Tranz grabs Syko by his mask and rolls him onto the ring apron. Tranz up on the aprong now as he picks up Syko.. He grabs Syko from behind, and hooks the arms... He looks back and the fans scream as they notice the table right behind him.. TIGER SUPLEX OFF THE APRON THROUGH THE TABLE! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! Tranz leans back onto Syko for a VERY lazy cover.. 1.......2.........3!!!!!!!!!! TRANZ HAS DONE IT DAMNIT!
Winner by pin fall: Tranzfusion
Time: 38:22 (Crimson: 35:28)
Audience: n/a
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