No Brand Wrestling Presents: SLAM! Episode XI on Hulu.Com!
Live from The Epic II Arena in St. Louis, Missouri
The Lineup
The view faded into the smiling face of NBW’s promoter Thaddeus Boyle.
“Good evening. Tonight is a very special night in NBW’s history. For the first time ever, outside of our ground-breaking Fan Vote PPV events ‘The Dawning’, SLAM’s in-ring action is being brought to you by one lucky fan. His name is Andrew Harris, a St. Louis native and big time Wrestling fan. Now unfortunately the kid is too shy to do this himself, so I will be taking the liberty of announcing his card.”
Thaddeus retrieved a clipboard from his desk and started reading it.
“Tonight in the opening match up, the silent monster Warren Spade will face the Hall of Fame Legend and A Former World Champion, High Flyer. The Dream Warriors and Son of Malta will team up to face For The Win and returning Phenom, Shawn Jessica Hart in a Six Man tag match.”
He flipped the paper over the top and continued.
“The TFZ Champion Johannes Antonius de Castonovo will be in action tonight in a ‘Chicago’ Street Fight against Judasbleek. This will be a non-title bout. We will also have a special Eight Man match that will either be an Elimination bout or a Lucha Ring Outs match; it will be up to you by a ballot that will be passed out to every fan in the arena. This match will feature two former World Champion's as the captains of the two opposing teams; The Savage Ravage and Bogota's Son Ali Amore.”
He flipped once more.
“Tonight we will also see Spike Saunders and Callie Urban team up to take on Max Hopper and a mystery tag team partner in a Dream Partner’s Match. However should Callie Urban be unfit to return to the ring which we will be confirming soon, then it will be Saunders vs Hopper in an Icon vs Icon Ladder Match. The Winner of which will be awarded a shot at the current Double Champion, The Superstar Vince Jacobs. We will also see the new Dynasty Champions, D-T, defend against the unlikely pairing of El Dragon Loco and Lunatic in the first of our Double Main event.”
He looked off camera and flipped the page before containing.
“And in the second Main Event of the night we will have the first ever NBW Chance Championship Match. A Coin-Toss will decide if the match will be for the Keystone or World Championship. Additionally a numbered Roulette Wheel will be spun and the corresponding match type to the number landed on will be what the Championship match is fought in. It will be the World and Keystone Champion 'Superstar' Vince Jacobs Versus Remy Leroux.”
Boyle flipped the papers back over and laid the board on his desk.
“As you can see Andrew has come up with quite a few exciting pairings tonight and we will start things off now with our opening match of the night. Enjoy folks!”
The camera faded out from the office and back to the ringside area.
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Warren Spade Versus High Flyer |
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The following contest was going to be none other than a special challenge match issued by none other than former fWo and IWO World Champion, not to mention a well-known wrestling legend in the annals of wrestling history in the name of High Flyer. Fresh off referring the blockbuster double title match between "Superstar" Vince Jacobs and Spike Saunders, High Flyer challenged the giant Warren Spade to a match after Fenton Woods had words that nobody could take on his giant. this would be the most important match in Warren Spade's young career thus far if he could score the victory over the wrestling legend.
As "Flyentology" by El-P hit the speakers, the crowd gave a very HUGE ovation for none other than High Flyer. Slapping hands with the fans, he was accompanied to the ring by the wrestling lawyer, Mary-Lynn Mayweather. The two came to the ring as High Flyer prepared himself for the large (bad pun intended) task ahead.
The cymbals clashed next as the fans started to jeer while "Downfall" by TRUST Company played. Making his way out from the back, Fenton Woods yelled to the crowd and pointed to the curtains. The cameras got a very good peak at the Monster of the Mid-South himself, the man known as Warren Spade. Straight-up overwhelming the competition thus far during his stay in nbW, he was a perfect 2-0. But if anybody had made a career of killing monsters and whackjobs, it was most certainly High Flyer.
"Oh, boy," Flyer got a good look at Warren Spade for the first time as he looked up at the monster. Oh, yes, this was going to be a very tall order. But it wasn't one he couldn't handle.
*DING DING DING*
High Flyer didn't waste any time whatsoever, going right at the giant with a good, stiff volley of right hands and kicks to try and slow down the giant. Warren swung a big palm, but Flyer ducked underneath and returned fire with several hard elbows to the face. Running off the ropes, he ducked under a big boot and off the rebound, caught Spade with a dropkick to the legs. Trying to chop the giant down, he threw some more fists and kicked him about the body several times...
HEADBUTT!
All it took was one good, clean shot from The Monster of the Mid-South to send the wrestling legend stumbling to the corner. Flyer had no idea what hit him when Spade stumbled over to the corner, roaring to the hateful crowd. He turned his attention back to High Flyer and held out a massive palm...
CHOP!
CHOP!
CHOP!
Three big open handed chops caught Flyer in the chest and left a couple of nasty red welts on his chest in the process. Pointing to the other side of the ring, the four-hundred pound monster simply HURLED the Lunatic nearly three-quarters of the way across the ring.
"YOU GOT HIM! YOU GOT HIM! FUCK THAT GUY UP!" Fenton screamed as Mary-Lynn Mayweather continued to look on at the carnage in-ring.
Spade picked High Flyer up by the neck and tossed him into the corner. Keeping him pinned there, he threw off his big elbow pads and tossed them into the crowd. Pinning High Flyer in corner with his massive girth, he fired off a series of alternating back elbows right to the head as long as the referee was going to allow. After the count of four, The Monster of the Mid-South backed up as High Flyer crumbled over to the side, holding his now-ringing head in pain.
Looking out to the crowd, Spade continued his path of destruction by stepping on the body of High Flyer and using the ropes to pull himself up, compressing Flyer's chest at the same time. Flyer let out a scream of pain as the fans continued to jeer the giant as well as his mouthy manager, talking some shit to Flyer the whole time.
After another four-count, Warren Spade begged off of the wrestling legend. He picked him up by his multi-colored hair and tried to follow up with the assault, but Flyer was back on the attack, swinging for the fences with whatever he could. Fists, elbows, kicks, he threw whatever he could to finally slow down the giant to muster up some offense. Flyer bounced off the ropes, looking for something big...
OOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
All he got was a solid shoulder block from the giant that sent him spinning in the air before hitting the canvas. After the brutal shot, Spade fell to his knees and rolled Flyer over into a rather lax cover.
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2...
NO!
High Flyer kicked out, but Warren Spade was simply ready to resume his assault. Methodically picking up High Flyer and dumping him in the corner, he positioned himself on the second rope and looked out to the sea of jeering fans.
"Look out!" Mary-Lynn shouted.
"SHUT UP!" Fenton screamed at her before addressing Spade. "CRUSH HIM! CRUSH HIM NOW!"
Sure enough, Warren Spade complied with his request and leapt off the second rope with a corner slingshot elbow drop...
FLYER OUT OF THE WAY!
Spade hit nothing but canvas and nearly left a crater in the ring where High Flyer once was. The Lunatic barely saved himself, but he was able to use the ropes to get back to his feet again, trying to get back on the offensive side of this special challenge bout. As Spade crawled to his knees again, High Flyer started to chip away at the giant with another hard volley of forearm shots to the head,j followed by a pair of rather stiff kicks to the temple.
With Spade stunned on his knees, he fired off a right rib kick, then a left, then a right, then finally popped off a standing side kick, but the giant was still kneeling, albeit now a little bit staggered. Running off the ropes, he came back with a jumping calf kick that caught him right beneath the chin, FINALLY getting him down on his back!
As the fans came to life now, Flyer tried to springboard off the second rope, but Spade amazingly caught him in mid-move. Grabbing him by the body, he had every intention of hurling him outside the ring, but Flyer grabbed him by the head and dropped him neck-first off the top rope.
Spade was stunned as he stumbled backwards. Flyer wasted no time hitting the ropes and going to the top before flipping off the ropes, getting the giant on his back again with front flipping 3/4 facelock bulldog. The cutter had the fans on their feet as High Flyer showed off some of that offense that let him live up to his moniker.
With the giant down for the count near the ropes, High Flyer pointed to the fans and threw up the devil horns before doing a flip off the ropes...
THIRD DEGREE FROSTBITE~!
Dropping the elbow right across the chest of the big man, he rolled off him and bounced off the ropes again, deciding to throw everything he could at the giant. After another climb up the top rope, he yelled to the fans before leaping off with a swanton bomb that caught him right across the chest. The crowd counted along as he hooked both legs and went for the cover.
1...
2...
3... NO!
It was incredibly close, but Warren Spade powered out of the cover, throwing the two-hundred five-pound High Flyer off his chest. Flyer was caught a little off-guard, sure that his barrage of high-risk offense had put away the giant, but that wasn't the case, at least not yet. He clipped the big man in the side of the head with an enzuguri, knocking him silly once more.
Hopping out to the apron, Fenton Woods went to the aid of his giant by grabbing High Flyer's leg, but Mayweather had seen enough, running at him and hitting him with a superkick right to the jaw that knocked him out!
The fans loved every bit of that.
But Flyer didn't love the boot that Warren Spade caught him with, sending him out to the floor. Spade shook his head at Fenton Woods getting kicked into traction by Mary-Lynn before taking a moment to breathe for himself.
The referee started to count out High Flyer as he tried to stir after the nasty kick from The Monster of the Mid-South.
1... 2... 3... 4... 5...
Flyer used the barricade to get back to his feet, on wobbly legs. He climbed the ropes, but Spade was ready, grabbing him by the head, but Flyer used the ropes to his aid again, dropping his arm across the top strand of cable. He sprung into the ring and tried for some more hands, but Spade shoved him backwards into the corner, leaving some distance between the two. He went charging at the Lunatic...
Nothing but corner!
Flyer hopped between the ropes as Spade's chest crashed into the buckles, backing up. He leapt into a springboard missile dropkick, catching Spade in the back of the head and sending him back down to another knee.
Trying to fight to get the giant down again, High Flyer measured him up and slapped his feet, letting the fans know what was going to happen next. He ran at Spade and tried for the Locomotive, but he ducked underneath the blow. Flyer hit the second rope again and leapt backwards, looking for another big move...
THE TRAMPLE~!
The fans groaned in pain as High Flyer got shot clean out of the air with the spear from the Southern Giant. In a spot that was sure to be put on Warren Spade's highlight video in the weeks and months to come, the tron showed a couple replays of the nasty shot.
Spade snorted before grabbing High Flyer by the head again. Mary-Lynn looked on with grave concern as he positioned Flyer up for another painful move in his arsenal.
STAMPEDE BOMB~!
The dual-handed chokebomb drilled High Flyer into the center of the ring, shaking up the canvas pretty good from the impact. Warren Spade looked out to the crowd before hooking both legs of High Flyer.
1...
2...
3!
And with a quick turn of the tide, Warren Spade's size allowed him to snatch victory from the jaws of the defeat at the last moment, scoring the biggest win of his career in the process! "Downfall" hit the speakers and Spade raised his hands in the air before exiting the ring. While Mary-Lynn went to check on her mentor, Spade picked up a nearly unconscious Fenton Woods over his shoulder and walked up the ramp.
"Did... did we get him?" Fenton asked, nursing his sore jaw.
Spade simply shook his head as he walked up the ramp.
Meanwhile, back in the ring, Flyer was being resuscitated by the trainer as he looked up, wondering what had just hit him.
"Did... did I get him?" he asked Mary-Lynn. She simply responded with a shake of the head.
"Well... Darn."
WINNER: By way of Pinfall, Warren Spade!
The Comeback Trail - 1
A camera zooms in on Keegan pedalling hard on an exercise bike in a crowded gym. Thereafter, Special K is shown on the rowing boat, his favourite piece of training equipment. He’s grimacing and sweating from rowing all of those imaginary lengths.
It’s a pre-recorded segment (damn them.) Ali Amore, dressing down for the occasion, is being interviewed regarding his trainer’s…training.
“People have asked me if he’ll stay in the ring or go into the cage…I really don’t know the answer. He’s keeping that close to his chest and we’re still confused following last week. He was in the ring with Judas and I think he was unlucky not win that match. How many people can come back and perform at that level? It takes a special person and that’s why he’s Special K.
“He’s also said he wants Willis and WAR. I expect to see him in both the cage and ring but which one he commits himself to long-term, you’ll have to ask him.”
Speaking of which…
A dog-like Englishman (they’re all like that) enters the sequence, panting heavily following his workout: “What’s he been saying about me? All good I hope?”
He playfully puts a headlock on his prized student and then addresses the camera after releasing it: “Last week, I felt good despite losing to Judas. You can’t expect to come back at my age, my lay-off and with my injuries and expect to beat a big, bad bastard like him. However, I think I gave a good account of myself and I’d like to thank him for not only saying the things he did about me, pointing out all of my weaknesses, but giving me a good test. He worked my back, put me through agony and you know what? I came through it. My back held up and if I can withstand that, plus training sessions like this, then neither Willis nor WAR can live with me.”
Keegan is shown hitting a heavy punch bag while Kelvin Christie holds it firmly in place. After banging at it a dozen times, he hits it one final time and then points at the camera: “Willis, can your ribs cope with that? No. I didn’t think so.”
The Englishman takes his towel from Drew Miller, the Scotsman he worked with in Irish organisation EPW, and does a high-five with him and Kelvin too.
After his shower, Keegan reappeared to speak to the cameras before heading off: “WAR and Willis, you’re not doing yourself any favours. The more time I spend in here, the more at home I feel. The back is undergoing rehabilitation and coming along nicely. I can’t say I’m in the best shape of my life, that would be a lie, but I’ve never undergone training like this before. The way I feel right now, I don’t fear anyone in this business, let alone you two puffs.”
Once again, a camera crew is stationed in the same gym we saw Keegan and company talking and working out earlier. A caption tells the viewers that it is 7am and then we see a shot of Special K coming in, flanked by Kelvin Christie, Ali Amore and Drew Miller. He smiles for the camera and waves: “Morning gentlemen.”
Keegan is seen cautiously entering a 25-metre swimming pool and slowly doing a couple of lengths, seemingly easing himself back in.
Kelvin Christie: “I fink a few people were surprised at me testin’ ‘im in such a way by tellin’ him to get his arse up out of the wheelchair. I know what people fort but they don’t know me and anyone ‘oo knows Keegan knows he needs to be pushed. Sometimes, ‘e don’t react but when he’s passionate about some fing, ‘e’ll do it and it was the time to push those buttons.
“What people don’t realise is ‘e pushed me through rehab. I’m a drug addict. ‘e ‘adn’t known me for long but it didn’t matter. Once Keegan cares about a person, it’s enough. ‘e falls in love with ‘is friends and for this reason, they fall in love wiv ‘im. I wanted to give some fing back. Keegan means a lot to me and I ‘ate what WAR and
Willis did but it don’t matter anymore. There’s nuffin’ them or anyone can do now to stop Keegan. It’s a team effort, ‘e says, but ‘e’s the marksman and I put my life on ‘im doin’ the business come fight night, any night, whether it’s WAR or Willis. It don’t matter. Both of them are gonna get destroyed. The only question is: Which one’s first?”
Keegan pours some orange juice into his glass while offering water round the table: “We’ve been working for four hours so I think breakfast is well overdue. Or is it lunch? I don’t know.”
Drew pipes up: “It’s lunch. You had Willis for breakfast!”
They all laugh while Keegan pats his stomach: “That explains why I’ve got a dodgy belly.”
Kel chips in: “You ate a snake.”
“Too right,” concedes Keegan.
Threats & Promises
Lunatic and El Dragon Loco were making their way down to the ring for their tag team championship match with D-T, passing a series of lockers, when a loud, sudden "BANG!" halted them. They stopped in their tracks and turned to see Psycho and Dark Ninja leaning on the lockers behind them.
"Oi! Look here!" he said, attempting a bad English accent. The challengers approached the former champions, the Dream Warriors.
There was tension. DW had a history of randomly attacking potential rivals or obstacles or even allies just for kicks. But they stood their ground. Before either man could say anything, Ninja continued, "I don't know what you think you're doing. I think Psycho and I made a pretty powerful statement last week that we would be getting our tag team titles back this week, but somehow the two of you ended up in our place, and we are supposed to do some kind of triangle six man business with a bunch of other guys. Frankly, I didn't even know there were so many people in this company." Dark Ninja was rather single-minded.
Ninja continued, "Iiiiiiiiit's possible I lost my cool last week. Don't get me wrong, I'm totally ready to get my tag team titles back, but it's probably not right just to go and do it without any ceremony, without any fanfare. As much as the fans are clamoring to see DW wear the gold again, we need to prepare for our comeback."
Lunatic was about to speak, but Ninja shushed him.
"Hush, you living prop for my monologue. You miniaturized version of Psycho. You don't know what you're getting into. You don't know who D-T really is, you don't know their weaknesses and you definitely don't know how to defeat them. So I'm not worried that you're facing them, I'm just annoyed and disappointed on behalf of all the fans -- myself included -- that wanted to see us face D-T instead of you. But I'm an honorable guy, I don't want to get involved. But rest assured, if you somehow manage to fluke into winning the titles from D-T... we will call on the rain of hellfire to get back what is rightfully ours."
To punctuate this thought, Psycho hoisted a locker door off its hinges and proceeded to slam it repeatedly against the other lockers.
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
Dark Ninja delivered a sly, sexually harrassment suit-worthy wink to his fellow wrestlers before the former champions moved on, leaving the new challengers somewhat shellshocked. Even a non-English speaker could get the gist of that.
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Ali Amore/Chris Wilson/The Supersquad Versus Ravage/Khan/Myth & Legend |
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Our fan decided that he wanted an 8-man tag match and that's exactly what he's got here. The black hats, captained by Ali Amore, were going to battle their white-stetsoned cousins, led by RaVage, in a one-fall finish clash.
The faces came out first, the Colombian leading them out, and they all got pops for actually wearing hats by coming out, though D-T seemed to be a bit embarrassed by it. Well, Emo Kevin at least. Chris Wilson, a newcomer to NBW, was given a positive reaction when his name was announced and he gave a polite wave to the faithful as they all entered and scaled a turnbuckle each, inviting accolades that were eagerly bestowed on them.
RaVage and his band of misfits didn't wear their hats and they didn't receive much fanfare either. The diminutive ex-champion wasn't in the mood to act the goat by pretending to be a cowboy and his partners looked all business as well as they entered the ring with Myth and Legend, the team of Mercury and Miaate, getting up and close with the Supersquad, letting them know they were.
Khan tried to intimidate Wilson, who to his credit didn't budge. Meanwhile, Ali Amore and RaVage, two warriors and ex-world champions who refused to give the other an inch throughout the company's last calendar year, looked like they were going to carry on in that vain. Slowly but surely, with threats being issued and delivery dates being arranged to collect for later on in the contest, the other six participants left Ali and RaVage standing alone in the ring. The Colombian kept his composure and when the South Dakota Dynamo took a step back to tell the spectators to shut up, Ali anticipated a cheap shot, blocked it and hammered RaVage with four big-time rights of his own forcing the captain to retreat to his corner. Ali was in the Lions' Den, but he stomped a mud hole in his long-term rival's chest, and when Mercury, a man who once challenged Amore for his title, appeared to stick his hand out for a tag, he was decked for his trouble.
On commentary, Rents was disgusted with Amore while the 4th Emergency Service simply got on with business, dragging RaVage away from safety via his right arm and wrenching at it a few times. Every time, the Human Steam Engine looked to try and stop the South American in his tracks, Amore pulled on the brakes and held onto the arm until they finally arrived in the right part of town, at least for the good guys, and Ali, while still in control of Randy's arm, tagged into Chris Wilson.
Wilson was warmly welcomed by the fans and pulled down on RaVage's arm a couple of times before Viscel escaped and darted across to tag Mark Mercury, who smiled and wiped his hands on tights, before dashing straight towards the newcomer, an accomplished wrestler, who saw it coming a mile off and simply turned it into an arm drag. Mark hadn't learned his lesson though and tasted three prior to ending up flat on his back and wincing as Wilson assumed control of his arm, just like he and Amore had done to RaVage.
Eventually, Mercury got up to a vertical base and forced Wilson back into the ropes, pushing him off but he misread Chris' momentum and stupidly put his head down…
DRAGON SLEEPER.
Just as Mark's lights were about to go out, and with the volume increasing, his other half came in and ushered in a kick that led to separation. No matter, Wilson had been effective and his cameo was clapped as he made way for the 'Emotional' Kevin, who scaled the ropes straightaway with Mercury prone…
FLYING ELBOW!
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2
Well, they'd registered the first count of the match and the babyfaces were way ahead on points. Thereafter, he dragged the isolated Mercury over to the corner and tagged in his soul mate, the ham to his pineapple, El Avestruz.
Straightaway, the luchadore kept the pressure on Mercury by delivering a picture-perfect snap suplex and recording a two-count. He then slapped on a reverse chin lock and when Mercury eventually got back to his feet, Avesteruz fired him into the opposing set of ropes and met Mark halfway with a sweet spinning heel kick…
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2
Mane came in and stopped the cover. RaVage was complaining to the referee and the tough customer had to be unhappy both with his own showing earlier and how his team still hadn't mounted ONE offensive blow. That was offensive in itself.
It didn't matter though. Avesteruz waited patiently for Mark to get up and softened him up with a boots buried to the mid-section, which made the Myth and Legend member double up, perfectly for…
WHACK!
We'd never find out. Instead, Khan had interjected himself and smacked Proteus with a simple-as-you-can get-but-highly-effective lariat that, for lack of a better term, put Proteus on his arse.
The heels all urged Mark to get over to the corner ASAP. He'd taken a fair share of punishment already, much more than anyone else in the match, so it would be easier said than done and while Proteus tagged out to Ali, Mercury avoided being the scapegoat for the entire contest as he reached out and slapped his captain's hand, RaVage re-entering for the second time…
Ali scored with a dropkick and then a second one. He wound RaVage up and sent him into the ropes meeting him with a reverse elbow, which knocked the wind of Viscel's sails. However, Randy was straight back up, reeling mind, and found refuge in the corner adjacent to his own. Sensing and smelling weakness, Ali set up diagonally opposite and let fly with a Stinger Splash…
No one home!
At the last minute, the crafty Miaate had saved his temporary tag team partner by pulling him out of harm's way. With RaVage crawling on his knees, his team-mates were beginning him, including recuperated Mercury who could probably taste revenge for what he'd suffered and wanted back in, but when Randy reached the corner, he showed his gratitude by opting for Mark's partner, Mane, the man who may have instigated their revival in fortune.
Miaate waltzed straight in and let Amore have it with a serious of knife-edge chops that echoed around the building. From there, he simply stomped the shit out of the ex-world champion until he sat in the corner, unable to defend himself, and breathing heavily. Being a tag-team specialist, Mane realised the importance of fast and frequent tags. While the pace was about to be slowed down, the force was about to be increased x-fold…
Khan.
Khan, like Mane had changed the course of the contest for his team, and he wanted to the same again. As Miiate held Ali and raised the arm, Khan scored with a big boot to the chest and the Colombian fell to the floor with rapid velocity.
The powerful Mongolian applied a trap nerve hold that was as boring as it was basic but you couldn't deny its effectiveness as Ali's expression backed up. Khan muttered something incomprehensible that the crowd couldn't understand yet elected to boo anyway, while El Avesteruz tried to help his captain back in this, getting the audience to applaud for its ex-champion but Khan struck the starlet with two very stiff knees to the back and then tagged out to RaVage, who was glad to finally nail Ali with something, kicking him right in the face, which resulted in a simple 2-count.
Randy questioned the referee's count. The hesitation seemed to be decisive as he picked Ali up and when he missed with the subsequent clothesline attempt, he was dazzled by a lightning-fast flying forearm that dimmed his lights.
El Avestruz resumed his duty as cheerleader while Emo Kevin was daydreaming on the apron, probably pondering suicide, and Chris Wilson seemed eager to get back in to showcase what he could do, which was an awful lot. RaVage's team members didn't appear to be happy with him, ordering him to get up and it had to be said that every time he'd appeared, he hadn't made an impact in the slightest. As Ali struggled to get over to his corner, Randy, who should've been the fresher of the two, realised too late what was going on when Amore, who had to be confused, tagged in…
Kevin.
RaVage chuckled when he stood up and saw who/what stood before him. Annoyed, Kevin went into a rage and started throwing left and rights (Slaps, not punches) that rained down on Randy and made him look even worse. It hadn't been his night at all and as Kevin continued his assault, which took him into enemy territory, he also walked into a head butt courtesy of Khan, which led to a chorus of boos and a free-for-all as Kevin's comrades came into help him, Chris Wilson getting himself some of Miaate as El Avestruz peppered Mark Mercury's face with some beautiful punches and an elbow smash.
As Khan lifted Emo Kevin up, which looked bad for the scrawny kid, Torment suddenly emerged. Was it a coincidence that just as Khan appeared dominant that the monster would decide to enter the fray?
Without fanfare the masked monster stalked his way down to the ring and surveyed the combatants inside. The referee officiating the match rolled out of the ring and requested that Torment return to the back only to be ignored. When he tugged at his cloak to get is attention Torment paid him no attention and spun about causing the referee to clash with the steel steps unintentionally. Torment then puleds himself up to the apron, and RaVage confronted the monster asking him his purpose and telling him he was not welcome. This received a mighty joust to the jaw of RaVage much to the vocal pleasure of the fans. Ravage came back with a set of punches to the masked mayhem only to get uppercut in the jaw and a big boot to the face flooring him.
The fans continued to cheer as Torment met Myth and Legend and took in their kicks and punches, only to reach out and grab both men by their necks, raise them high and drop them with a Double Chokeslam to the mat. At the entrance gate the Harbinger emerged and stood in place as he watched Torment's assault. The fans were eating it up in appreciation as Torment finally came face to face with The Beast from the East; Khan having just decimated Wilson with a vicious spinebuster, he had no idea what was going on behind him.
He turned to face Torment and was introduced to the grip of his hand around his throat but Khan fought it off and slipped free, wrapping his own arms around his waist and heaving backwards with intent to drop him on his head. Torment didn't falter, instead his two mighty fists dropped across his back and a raised knee propped Khan back to his feet for a closed fist to the jaw. Knee into the gut and Torment placed his head between his legs and raised the Mongolia to the stars before dropping him with a powerful Powerbomb center ring.
Harbinger watched on as the fans cheered for the clearing of house done by Torment. But those cheers soon turned to jeers as Chris Wilson stuck out his arm and open hand to Torment in appreciation for the assistance. His hand was clasped and then he was yanked into his grip and Belly to Belly suplexed out of his boots clear across the ring. The masked monster stood in front of the Supersquad and Ali Amore; Ali rushed forward with a dropkick to take him down but Torment swiped him to the side and shoved him into the corner post. Emo Kevin and El Avestruz took this opportunity to come off the second rope together with a double lariat, however both men were caught in his grip and ceremoniously chokeslammed to the mat.
Ali was all that was left standing as he pulled from the corner and circled the monster. A kick here, a jab there. He ducked the forearm and latched in on the arm stretching it out before driving his right foot into the face of Torment. He followed suit with a running dropkick and two flying forearms to the monster. This caused Torment to back up into the corner where Ali proceeded to step up the ropes and rain down an assault of punches to the delightful count of the crowd. Amore then grabbed the head and monkey flipped Torment to the center of the ring. Ali then scaled the corner for his trademark, That's Amore. But Torment rolled out of the way, and thankfully Amore landed on his feet rather than smacking canvas. But Torment met him with a joust to the chest and a vicious boot to the head. His hand immediately shot out and gripped Amore by the throat and hoisted him up high in the air before dropping him down to the mat.
Without releasing he raised Amore back to his feet and off the canvas and slammed Amore down with a second chokeslam this time a sit-out variation. Torment stood in the center of the ring looking down around his feet at the eight men decimated at his hands. With a laugh he calls out to the ring hand and a microphone is tossed into the ring for him. Once retrieved he raises it to his lips to speak.
"Persetesitu Amindoui", he softly spoke as his focus turned towards the entrance where Harbinger stood. And then to the surprise of everyone in the audience, he spoke. "Those two words have been the suffix to any and everything Torment has done over the years. Be it if Torment was one or many. Champion or challenger. No more. Torment is finished waiting around. Finished awaiting the right time. Finished with the Age is Nigh."
The fans booed while Torment continued.
"Like all those before you laying at Torment's feet, and those in the back destined to fall before Torment; there is one object that has alluded Torment all these years. Currently around the yellow-bellied gut of Vince Jacobs. The World Heavyweight Championship." About this point Renton cut in that Torment was forgetting his past, as he did beat former CEO Xander Napoli for the championship, of course that same night he lost to the returning superstar of Bogota, one of the eight on the floor next to Torment, Ali Amore. "Torment knows this simply is no longer possible. Torment has been the tag team champions, and even the Keystone or was it the Dynasty, either way that was the past. Tonight is proof enough that Torment has been forgotten."
He stepped across the bodies and leaned up against the corner.
"One after another Torment has destroyed your heroes and the hopeful's. Carcass after carcass Torment has proven there is room for only one Monster within the NBW halls. Wosret, Alan Helms, Fosters, Kaliban, Harley Grimm, Khan, and the list goes on. Even the former CEO was single-handedly demolished with these hands. Torment IS the only monster in NBW."
His eyes caught sight of Mercury hovering over Miaate. Quickly he was upon him like a cheetah in the wild. A vicious left hook was followed with a second chokeslam on the Myth.
"These cretins of the Four Cee Doubleyew, their presence has upset the balance of nature and Torment. The very balance of Good and Torment. Light and Torment." He paused as sat back up on the mat, only to find the rushing knee of Torment nailing the back of his head. "Tonight Torment sets it right." Khan charges across the ring at Torment's leg, but is met with a vicious elbow to the forehead. "With their End, marks the Beginning. The True Age of Torment."
He tossed the microphone into the face of the recovering Ali Amore. Slowly he walked over to Ali and avoided his wide swings but not the fast kick that nailed his ribs. A second kick was captured and Ali's free leg was lifted out from under him as he was slammed back to the mat. Torment pulled him between his legs for the Powerbomb but from behind RaVage made the surprising save with a fury of lefts and rights. The large palm of Torment shoved him back away from him allowing him to wrap his arms around Ali's body. RaVage recovered and rushed back to Torment.
TORMEN-V FOR VICTORY!
Before he could raise him RaVage hooked and delivered his Double Underhook DDT. Smashing Amore below Torment's fallen body in the process. RaVage grabbed Ali's arm and pulled him clear out of the ring with him, hoisting him up against the barricade. The arena was silent. Unsure rather to cheer or jeer, or if RaVage had something dastardly planned.
Yet he did the opposite. He tossed Amore's arm over his neck and used himself as a crutch to walk up the ramp as one. The two passed through the double-doors; Torment meanwhile was already back to his senses and met Khan once more with an jolting uppercut, sending him barreling back into the ropes and right into this open arms, and with a blow to the spine, if he could not have the 4th Emergency Service, then this one would do.
TORMENTED!
This time the powerbomb was executed. He saw Harbinger turn his back from the ring and disappear through the doorway. Torment took this as his time to leave and leaned forward against the ropes, flipping over with one hand hitting the apron to land him on his feet. Without a second glance he walked back up to the entrance way. His emotionless mask would never show his grinning face as he watched the swarm of referees and emt's pass by him towards the ring. Their own facial reactions however could be seen as they reached the ring and immediately all four ring posts lit on fire.
The lone eerie laughter of Torment let them all know -- The True Age of Torment was set to Begin.
Match Ruled No Contest; AKA Torment 8, NBW & 4CW 0
The Favor
{Opening Scene} Camera fades in as William Arthur Reagan and Son of Malta are having a heated conversation about ongoing situations mainly about Johannes Antonious de Castanovo in the backstage area standing by the V.I.P lounge door. The Italian folk music could be heard all the way down the hall as it bleared from behind the V.I.P lounge door as Judasbleek approach from behind William. Son of Malta notice it and signified it to W.A.R to turn around as WAR did so. WAR, “Can I help you with something kid.”
Judasbleek, “Yeah you can, I’ve been watching the TFZ for while now and lately I have been out rage about the fact that the current Champion is not a true champion. I feel that TFZ can do much better then this. Plus rumors around backstage is that the Italians aren’t approving the match between me and Johannes de Castanovo.”
Judasbleek, “You want to save TFZ from the one force that is enslaving it. Remember that it is much easier to fight for principles than to live up to them and it takes a far braver man to stand up for what’s right. Johannes de Castanovo is an illusion that needs to be expose for the inferior champion that he is. What I need from you is a chance to prove this point, so what I’m asking you is can you make it happen.”
William Arthur Reagan rubbed his chin, WAR, “seeing that tonight that nBW fan has the power to decide who fights who. That means a chance to further you’re goal at staying undefeated right?", Judas nods. "You know what I think I can help you out but first I would like to take the time to let you know this isn’t your mom and pop’s wrestling show this is the real deal. Do you have the will to survive in The Zone?”
“Yes I do” Judas replied.
"Ok I want to introduce you to Don and Gino." WAR, SOM, and Judas entered the V.I.P lounge door. Gino and Don Toto are sitting at the bar chatting and entertaining there guest who seem to be mostly females. WAR, “If they invite you over, tell them you can fight, 'cause you can, you know? Better yet, don't even say anything to them, let me do the talking and I'll take care of everything.”
William Arthur Reagan walks over to the bar and begins to speak with the Italians. WAR, "I've got a guy right here. Hey, Malta, bring him over here! This kid right here is an incredible fighter." Judasbleek slowly nods, W.A.R, “Tell me, when was the last time that you had a black guy that looked like this in one of your fights?” Gino, "What do you call your self?"
"Judasbleek" he answered quickly.
Don, “I heard about some sixteen years old pimply fan wanting to book are TFZ champion in some silly street fight. That belt can only be defended in the zone and its reputation won’t be tarnish in such a matter.”
WAR, “If I can interject I don’t think Judas here is looking for a title shot. He is looking to prove a point that Johannes de Castanovo is not a true champion such as me. So I think it would work better if it was a non-title match inside the zone." Gino and Don look at each other. Gino, “that’s more of TFZ style of fighting you got your self a match Judas. But if you don’t mine me and my partner here have some words that we would like to discuss in private with WAR and Malta”.
“Ok I understand” Judasbleek stated as he made his exit through the lounge door. CAMERA FADES OUT!
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Shawn Jessica Hart and For The Win Versus Son of Malta and Dream Warriors |
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“Tonight we have quite the treat courtesy of our fans. The Formers NBW Dynasty Tag Team Champions will be teaming up with the protégé of Hall of Fame Legend William Arthur Reagan against the enthusiastic duo of For The Win and their partner, a former LoC Champion and ACW End Game Winner, the returning Phenom, Shawn Jessica Hart.” announced Gordon as he went over the docket.
“All the while you have the Champions and I say that lightly given how they cheated to win at Pride. Tonight they defend against El Dragon Loco and Lunatic, a match which rightfully should have been against Dream Warriors. You heard them last week on Slam Ten Marc!”
“Card Subject to Change, Terry. Tonight is all booked by our lucky fans, regardless of announcements the weeks prior. Get over it.”
Pro Wrestling’s SJH was the first to hit the ring, rocking and rolling to the sounds of Rush’s “Tom Sawyer” and basking in the applause of the fans; followed shortly by For The Win.
“Hah!” called out Terry Renton as Noid and Spark were sideswiped by the massive body of Psycho and his partner Dark Ninja. The two assaulted FTW, tossing them into the steel gerters supporting the doorway. Noid was hurled by Psycho headfirst into the pole while Spark found himself unceremoniously dumped into the doorway where Dark Ninja ran forward and dropkicked the large doors forcing them to shut on his body.
The two continued their attack as SJH quickly exited the ring and headed up the ramp to turn the tide. He knocked Ninja off his feet with a furious clothesline from behind and after ducking the ham fist of Psycho, he took him down in similar fashion. Hart extended his arm to his partners for the evening but soon he joined them on the ramp.
Son of Malta exploded through the now open doorway and drove his left knee into the back of Hart’s spine, driving his body forward into the rampway. He lifted his head and planted it down to the steel with a curb stomp. The Dream Warriors recovered and raised Noid to his feet and dropped him with the Psycho Bomb, and Director’s Cut followed on Spark; both on the rampway.
SOM grabbed Hart by the neck and jerked him against the barricades lining the rampway before reaching the ring and tossing him inside. He ordered the referee to start the match, and like that the six-man tag had became a one on one match as the Warriors left their damage done.
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Shawn Jessica Hart Versus Son of Malta |
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With the ring of the bell SOM charged Muff Daddy as he recovered and drove his knee into his face which served as the first of many to come. The first few minutes of the match went by slowly as he tore into the Phenom, taking his sweet time while the fans could only sit and watch. This was after all the match they had awaited on Slam Ten before RaVage caused the match to change while Hart was left action-less for the evening, if he was even in the arena that is.
Rumors tend to have some truth to them and supposedly Mr. Hart had a female associate in his locker room during that match. Perhaps he chose nookie over booking. Who knows. One thing was clear however, SOM had his number. A powerslam bode SJH’s end drawing near as Malta hooked in the Texas Cloverleaf. Or the Maltese Cloverleaf perhaps? Hart struggled against it but only for as long as it took before he caught his savior in his hand; the bottom rope. The referee ordered the hold be released, and released it was but SOM went back on the offensive with stomps to the sides and back. Pulled him to his feet and planted him with a quick DDT.
Malta once more went for the Leaf but this time he was less lucky. Hart pulled him in as he reached his legs, and rolled him up for the small package!
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Two!
No, not yet. With a smirk Hart held his fingers apart barely as if to say ‘almost had you’ or ‘your dick is this big’, who knows what the hand gestures meant. What he did say was with action and that was a stiff uppercut to Malta followed with a powerful slam of his own. Hart walked across SOM and wrenched at his left arm with the armbar, but before he could even wiggle free Hart released and pulled him to his feet. Hook the neck and a swinging neckbreaker followed.
Hart had the offense now and delivered it. Slam after slam, hit after hit. He showed the fans why he was the Phenom of nbW and a perpetual thorn in the sides of guys like Alias, Max Hopper, and “Superstar” Vince Jacobs . So much so that this detailing of his in-ring ability pales in comparison to the utterly omnipotent display of grappling acumen that was on display in this humble narrator’s mind. Sorry, I am a Hart mark, always will be!
With SOM cruising on dream street, the former Legacy Champ took a time-out from the beatdown to perform his own epic rendition of the Macarena for a couple of cougars sitting at ringside. The way his pelvis gyrated and swayed was a thing of beauty.... or maybe just incredibly gay, depending on your perspective. Whichever the case may have been, there was no disputing the fact that the Doctor of Phenomology was no brand’s undisputed KING of Latin dance fads.
Having successfully shaken his groove thang, SJH elected to resume his assault. With his hands locked onto Malta’s shoulders, he tossed him into the corner and landed a series of left elbows before tearing at his chest. This was follwed by a flurry vicious chops, furthering the damage to SOM’s chest and solar plexus, igniting the howls of the fans. Feeding off of the crowd’s energy, Muff Daddy brought his hand up to his mouth and licked it before rubbing it against his crotch in an effort to complete the series with the most DISGUSTING chop of all. This afforded the Son of Malta just the opportunity he needed to turn the tables on Hart, as he struggled free, switched places with the Phenom, and delivered his own chops to a round chorus of boos. Malta yelled out at them to count for him like they did Hart. Hart smirked as he rose his legs and kicked Malta back. He then ducked Malta’s swinging arm and grabbed it, hooked the leg and dropped him with a phenomenal Headlock takedown.
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Two!
Thr-
Kickout.
Dammit! Malta kicked out and as Hart backed off he was met with a second kick this time to his shin. Hart dropped forward and Malta caught him around the neck squeezing the life out of him before he turned it around and went for his signature maneuver, the double underhook suplex.
Which he Nailed!
With a T.
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Two!
NO! Shoulder up! Hart barely made it in time as the referee’s hand was less then a centimeter from the mat. The small little pricks of hair on his sweaty palm were already touching the canvas. That my friend is CLOSE.
Hart was pulled to his feet and Malta went for it again, but this time he was out maneuvered and Hart countered into a Vertical Suplex. Malta was left upside down in the air as he was held by Hart’s strength before finally being dropped down to the mat. SJH dropped to his knees behind him and locked in a chinlock while the fans cheered, but this was only the appetizer.
He tossed his arms to the side and drove his knee to the back before letting SOM fall to the mat. The referee got down in his face to check if he was okay to continue while Hart walked off to the side rope and readied his endgame.
He waited as Malta stood to his feet and pushed the referee a way from him. Turning around to take the fight back to Sha- HART ON!
Hart went for the pin to cap this night for him and everyone in the arena including his fallen partners, For The Win.
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Two!
Three!
Hart jumped to his feet but the referee informed him that SOM’s foot was on the bottom rope. He questioned the referee about how this could’ve happened, but the fans knew, and so did the man responsible; William Arthur Reagan. The mentor was out at the ringside smiling up at Hart as he held his arms to his chest as if to say ‘I had nothing to do with it’. Yeah right. This threw Hart into a frenzy; they weren’t going to do him like this. The stakes HAD to be raised. So SJH went to one of his old standbys, reaching down into his spandex pants and retrieving... a tube of toothpaste and a brush to join it! The fans had seen this before - SJH was going to frost Malta’s eyes with paste... and then brush them!
Hart ignored the admonition of the referee, hollered down at his former rival Reagan, then began to turn toward Malta to perform his dento-ocular coup de grâce. Little did he know, the Son of Malta had found his way back to a wobbly stance and was lying in wait. Just as the combatants’ eyes locked, Malta fired a blow that sent the sting of Mentadent into Hart’s eyes instead! The Phenom began to wail and claw at his burning eyes. Malta wasted no time in connecting with a second Double Underhook Suplex and going for the cover...
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Three!
SOM was victorious, much to the fan’s distaste. SJH had made the slight mistake of going unorthodox and playing to the crowd, but the fact remained that SOM deserved such treatment in their eyes and didn’t get his come-uppance. The victor rose his hands in the air as WAR clapped for him on the outside. Some day soon they will get what is coming to them. Count on it.
WINNER: Son of Malta, by way of Pinfall!
Changing of the Guard
Tonight every match was pre-booked, the card was set in motion with little room for additions or changes. That however did not stop the young warrior that fell the giant Child last week. He was deep in progress of a set of sittups, readying his body for action should he be called for it.
“Hey”, this was from the other person in the room, someone that could have had an equally impressive win if Torment had shown up for the match. “Good job last week. Could not agree with you more when it comes to these debuts and surprise opponents. There simply is no reason they should win right-out every single time.”
Matt Haddon stopped and rested up against his knees.
“Child is not the one I blame. His manager Davis, he is the one. It is always the same thing. Doesn’t matter if the managers are male or female. They all tote that same statement; their association will be the best thing to ever happen. And frankly I am SICK of it Zed.”
Haddon grabbed his towel off the bench and wiped his brow.
“Utterly sick of it all. Guys like you and me, we get pushed aside for these debuts. We get demolished. Do you know how many times I was eaten alive by Khan when he debuted? Or Torment when he was on a rampage? These fucks are always getting their way. All because of their size. Pushing us around like Enhancement Talent. I may not like the guy but the Forgotten Son is right.”
“Talent speaks more than words themselves, Matt.” Stated Zed as he took a seat across from Haddon.
“Fuckin’ right Zed. One day soon I will make that point the top topic of the New York Times. I am the Innovator, and innovation is my game. None of these others guys can hold a candles to talent like you and me.”
“Hold it there Matt, I do agree but don’t get me wrong here. I simply can’t compare with you. I will however agree that you are right. But what can we do? You have guys like Jacobs, Malta, Saunders, RaVage, D-T and Amore at the top of the ladder while we’re at the bottom rung.” Zed agreed but was rather off put on including himself.
“They are all Names. Big Names Worldwide, and Built Names by NBW. We, we’re new names that have yet to get that respect and following. But that will change. NBW will not be under their reign forever. One day soon our time will come. The changing of the guard will come to pass.”
“Our time, as you put it, could be sooner than you think. There are plans at work, a movement you might say, for guys like you.” He saw Haddon’s curiosity peeked. “Perhaps we should talk?”
Haddon tossed his towel to the side and took a seat next to Zed: “Let’s hear it.”
And the footage faded out from the locker room.
Business Matters
Callie Urban sat across Thaddeus Boyle’s desk, her arms folds across her chest, scowling at Boyle as he fidgeted in his leather seat.
“You’re trying to tell me I’m banned from competing tonight on medical grounds?”
Thaddeus arched his neck until it popped, reaching out to pick up a pen laying on his desk.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”
Callie growled and leaned forward in her chair.
“And I’m telling you that’s a load of crap. I’m fine to compete and you know it.”
Twirling the pen between the fingers of his left hand, Thaddeus opened a drawer and pulled out a thin folder of papers. He threw the folder down in front of her for inspection.
“You might say you’re fine, but your company says you aren’t. You knew your board of directors were displeased that you went back to wrestling and putting your health at risk. Don’t forget the 250 page contract our legal department had to sign. Those papers there? Those are from YOUR corporation and their medical policy concerning you.”
Callie opened the folder and scanned the pages, frowning the more she read.
“You’ll see, Miss Urban, that according to YOUR company, you’re on medical probation for thirty whole days and pending doctor evaluation at the end of that time. You still have six days left for that period. Simply put? We let you compete tonight the board of directors of your company can sue the pants off us. This is out of my hands. You want to stay in no brand Wrestling? Then you do what I tell you and take tonight off.”
Knowing her hands were tied, Callie rolled her eyes but nodded tersely.
“Fine. But I’m still watching the show.”
“Miss Urban, you can watch the show, buy a hot dog, use the arena bathrooms and down all the cheap beer you want, I don’t give a damn. Just stay out of the ring and away from the action.”
“Whatever you say, boss.”
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Judasbleek Chicago Street Fight - Non-Title Match |
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The fans in attendance erupt in well expressed frenzy as they get to witness a one in a life time match up, as Johannes de Castanovo and Judasbleek meet face to face in The Zone tonight. The camera shows the steel cage as the rafter lights start to flicker. The TFZ champion talents will be put up to the test against nBW’s own raising superstar The Forgotten Son as they compete in a none title match. Whose streak will stay alive when pro MMA fighter mixes it up with the experienced underground scene fighter? Oh yes there will be blood, Mah hah hah hah!
The camera focuses on the entrance as Judasbleek makes his way from behind the curtain with a clam and moderate peep in his step as he makes his way down the aisle and enters the ring. Judas starts to stretch a bit to losing his muscles up while the ref checks Judas’s gloves and trunks. The camera pans back toward the entrance way as the champion Johannes de Castanovo quickly plows his way from behind the curtain.
The fans start to boo the champion as he walks with a prideful smirk upon his face as if this is just another day’s work. The chiseled beast made his way down to the ring not feeding into the crowd as he enters between the ropes. The ref checks Adriatic Gargoyle’s gloves and trunks as the rafter lights start to flicker once more as the steel cage starts to be lowered. The metallic sound of the cage being locked into place sends chills up the spines of all the new comers in attendance. Both fighters show no emotions as they focus on each other. The ref signifies to both fighters to meet in the middle ring as he explains the rules one last time. Both fighters retreat back towards opposite sides of the cage as they preparing to do battle. The ref looks in the direction of Judas and states “Are you ready?” Judas nods.
The ref looks to his left towards Johannes de Castanovo and states “Are you ready?” JAC nods with that said let’s get it on. Judasbleek and JAC violently locked up in a clench battling over position. Judas releases himself from the clench as his opponent is just as strong as he is. Judasbleek takes a moment to rethink his point of attack. Both competitors quickly in circle the ring as they size each other up knowing that their first mistake could be their last one. JAC darts in behind Judas placing him in a waist lock as if he figures he would get things started off with a well executed a release German suplex.
Judas rolls with the momentum of the suplex as if he had a choice in the matter. JAC pops upright to his feet as Judas is crutch against the cage. JAC rushes with crushing forearms to the forgotten son’s head. Out of dispersion Judasbleek shoves JAC away just long enough to get off a couple of rights before Johannes de Castanovo counters by placing his forearm up to block a returning right hand from Judas.
Quickly after the counter Johannes de Castanovo places Judasbleek in a Muay Thai clench and lands a vicious knee to Judas’s gut as he flings the Genetic Entity into the corner of the cage that is positioned behind him. JAC continues to unleash a collective bunch of knees to Judas’s mid section as JAC’s Muay Thai clench hasn’t loosen up a bit. Adriatic Gargoyle ends his wicked combination with a well place high knee to the center of Judas’s forehead.
Judasbleek drops to a knee while keeping his self up by bracing his self against the second rope. JAC feels the need to use Judas’s knee to perform a shining wizard that sends his head smacking into the cage wall. Judas is slowly gaining his composer crawling on all fours. JAC rushes in as he feels the momentum increasing in his favor.
JAC tries to cuff the stunt beast’s head but is caught off guard with a hook shot to the rib cage followed by a stiff European uppercut as The Forgotten Son stands to his feet. “Guess what? It’s my turn monkey” Judasbleek shouted as he rushes JAC with a right handed haymaker. Judasbleek in mid stride lifted up JAC and drove him across the ring and rammed his opponent’s back into the cage wall. The thud of the impact echoed throughout the arena.
With the referee’s best efforts he tries to direct traffic as he prepares to haul ass if things get to close for comfort Judasbleek clearly doesn’t care about the ref’s authority as he slams JAC to the mat and starts to stomp a mud hole into JAC’s upper body area. (ref’s count)…5, Judasbleek stops his river dance frenzy as he picks JAC from off the ground and escorts him to the cage wall. Judasbleek bangs JAC’s head against the cage wall four times as JAC’s arms are flinging around like a wacky car dealers hot air balloon. Don’t act like you haven’t seen them ether. It’s the main reason you in your wife pull over to gaze at cars you can’t afford. JAC is hunch over as Judasbleek cuffs his head and escorts him to the steel ring post that’s connecting steel cage.
Judasbleek tries to slam JAC’s head into the ring post but JAC places both hands on the ring post to counter Judas. JAC drives a sharp elbow into the bridge of the nose of The Forgotten Son. Judas staggers back as JAC charges with a right elbow Judasbleek in the nick of time counters with a right handed thrust to Adriatic Gargoyle’s throat. With the golden opportunity presenting itself Judas executed a waist lock and proceeded to toss JAC overhead using legs like pistons to perform a belly to belly suplex, SMACK. JAC’s back slams onto the ring floor with tremendous force that he is force to arch his back to comfort the pain that has taking a one-way trip up his spine. (Ref’s count)…4 Judasbleek stands tall to only mock his opponent as JAC endures in agony. Judasbleek figuring he will keep his streak alive. (Ref’s count)…6, JAC crawls over to the to the cage wall and starts to make his way up to his feet before the ref got to eight. Judasbleek in hot pursuit send a one, two, three combination to the champ’s face. As Judas is doing so JAC places his head under the chin of The Forgotten Son and dropping to his knees while placing both hands on the top of Judas’s head contacting with a staggering jawbreaker. Judasbleek stumbles backward as JAC stands and rushes Judas and catches him with a Superman Punch made famous by a well known professional MMA fighter. Judasbleek stumbles back as JAC unleashes fury of jabs, hooks, and body blows as he places Judas in a double collar tie. JAC forces Judas back towards the cage wall lands two knees to the mid section of his opponent. JAC jerks Judas’s neck down to land a knee to the face but Judas places both forearms across his head to block the incoming knee.
Judasbleek throws a left and right hook to the body as he locks his arms around JAC’s waist and proceeded to slam him to the mat. Judas has landed his self in JAC’s half guard as he pins the champ down by putting all his weight on his opponent’s chest. Judasbleek testes the water by landing a couple of right knees to rib cage of JAC as mixes it up with elbows to the face. JAC crosses his right leg over his left leg in the shape of the number four to block any attempts from Judas to transition to the full mount. Judasbleek quickly switches to the north and south position as he lands a savage knee to the top of JAC’s head. You can see that JAC is uncomfortable being on he’s back as turns onto all fours. Judasbleek tries to take the back of the TFZ champ but he swiftly pops upward to his feet. JAC looks piss as he moves into punching distance he throws a couple of probing jabs to close gap between him and Judas. Judas half steps to the side and counters with an inside leg kick followed by a four punch combo. Adriatic Gargoyle gores The Forgotten Son to the mat.
Johannes de Castanovo lands a couple forearms to Judas’s face before standing. Johannes de Castanovocan’t believe that the freakish monster won’t stop moving and shows his frustrations by stomping him in the upper body area. Judasbleek has been here before and his short tenure here on Slam but Judasbleek manages the will to make his way toward the bottom of the turnbuckle slowly getting to the second buckle as his adversary continues to assault him. Judas using the top buckle to standJohannes de Castanovo buckles him with precise boots to the knee cap. As Judasbleek falters with every shot Judasbleek like a caged beast darts out of the corner toward JAC with a sickening clothesline. The awes come from the TFZ crowd as Johannes de Castanovo’s upper back and head slap the canvas. Judasbleek stands and shakes out the kinks out of the armor and rebounds off the ropes landing a knee drop.
With all his might Johannes de Castanovo rolls to the side trying to get to his feet as Judas catches him with a high knee that sends him right back down to the mat. Judas doesn’t wait he’s on the hunt and yanks Castanovo to his feet by his arm continuing his momentum with a strong Irish whip to the ropes. Judasbleek follows right along side of Johannes de Castanovo as he rebounds off the ropes and Judasbleek applies a cobra clutch and then leaps forward falling into a sitting position and driving the face of Johannes de Castanovo into the ground, Cobra clutch bulldog. The ring trembles under the impact as the ref starts to count
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Judas attempts at ending this match was so rudely interrupted by Johannes de Castanovo getting to his feet. An angry Judas grabs Johannes de Castanovo and places him in a front facelock, hooks his tights, and lifts him up as if he was performing a vertical suplex. Before Judasbleek can execute Johannes de Castanovo wiggled his legs and Judasbleek drop him back down to his feet out of nowhere while still in the hold Castanovo hits a vertical suplex of his own. Castanovo snaps back up to his feet while Judas was taking a short break as he comforted his lower back. Castanovo quickly and repeatedly drops three elbows to Judas’ chest.
Johannes de Castanovo was back and the driver’s seat once again in this match. Let’s hope he doesn’t get a ticket for speeding. Castanovo brings the Genetic Entity to he’s feet and sends him flying to the turnbuckle. Judas slams into turnbuckle as Castanovo follows suit with a clothesline as Castanovo rebounds off Judas as he rushes again towards Judas but this time instead of Castanovo contacting with a running clothesline. Castanovo jumps in the air rolling the dice with a flying clothesline as he lands only missing one thing, Judas!
Judas who at that time had move out of harms way as Castanovo bounce off the top buckle and turn right into trouble. Judasbleek acts like he’s about to strong Irish whip him into the opposite turnbuckle but instead Judasbleek wraps his arms around Castanovo in a waist lock position while swiftly turning his towards the turnbuckle that was in front of him and flips Castanovo over by violently bridging his own body so his opponent lands on the top buckle on his back Belly to belly suplex. Castanovo violently drops on top of his head inside the turnbuckle corner. The pain that Castanovo was feeling was noting compared to how Judas felt about the fact that Castanovo had kept up with him during this match. Judasbleek escorts Castanovo to his feet as he takes him to the center of the ring. Judas pulls Castanovo’s head between his legs as he’s going for a powerbomb. Judas mocks the fans as he flexes his pectoral muscles as he proceeded to lift his opponent up into the air.
As Judasbleek flips Castanovo upward onto the top of his shoulders and in mid stride Castanovo out of nowhere pops away countering with a fantastic DDT that sends Judasbleek’s feet straight up towards the rafters. Judas lays flat on his back as the ref starts to count
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With defiance still pumping through his blacken heart Judasbleek breaks the count by getting to his feet. Johannes’s confidence was wearing down as he has been giving his best to put the Genetic Entity away in this match. Johannes stands to his feet favoring his lower back. Judas shortly follows suit bracing his self against the ropes as his deterred opponent approached Judas and went for a boot to the gut Judas caught it and sent Johannes twisting in mid air as Judas countered with a clothesline. Judas on his knees takes a well deserve breath as he gets his wits about him. The ref begins to count
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Judas stood up and grabbed Johannes and shoved him into the corner. Judasbleek unloaded on Johannes in the corner with big rights and lefts haymakers. He continued the onslaught as Johannes feebly tried to cover up in the corner. Judas grabbed Johannes by his wrist and whipped him into the opposite corner turnbuckle with such force that Johannes bounced out of the corner and flopped like a rag doll to the mat.
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Judasbleek waited as Johannes de Castanovo stood up and both men started once again trading heavy blows in the middle of the ring as the fans erupted. Johannes was getting the better of the exchanges as Judas said “screw this shit” and raked the eyes of Johannes de Castanovo. As he turn away holding his face with both hands on his face and Judas with both hands grabbed the top of Johannes de Castanovo’s shoulders and then brought both knees up into the back of his opponent while falling down to his on back, Double knee backbreaker. Johannes de Castanovogroins as both knees are driven deep into his back as Johannes rolled to his stomach in great agony. The agony that Johannes de Castanovo was feeling was only to be added to as Judas pick Johannes de Castanovo up to his feet brought him closer. Judas grab the throat of Johannes de Castanovo as if he was going for a choke slam, but instead of slamming him down he simultaneously liftsJohannes de Castanovo up, turned around 180° and then fell forward throwing his opponent over so that he landed down onto the mat.
Judasbleek stands up as he rushes to grab Johannes de Castanovo’s leg and pulls him the center of the ring. Judas go’s to lock in the Enslaver but as Judas is trying to flip Johannes de Castanovo over. JAC brings both of his legs downward toward his chest as he kicks The Forgotten Son back. Judas falls back to the mat as Johannes staggers to his feet. Fatigue has set in for both competitors as Judas stands up as the relentless Johannes gores him back down to the mat. The fans reinforce Johannes de Castanovo’s confidence as they cheer for joy in the sight of Judasbleek getting plowed down. Johannes de Castanovo stands basking in all his glory wait signals the ref to start the count
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6 ½ not yet but so close, Judas pops the left shoulder up off the mat. Johannes de Castanovowith a burst of will needed energy picks Judas up from the canvas and swung a heavy right into Judas's face and reaches deep down connecting with a stiff left uppercut. Judas falls to the mat but bounces back to his feet rather quickly. Johannes shoves the big man into the corner and uses his sharp elbows to injure his temples. Johannes de Castanovo whips Judas across the ring to the far turnbuckle and follows with a fast clothesline. He steps back, lowers his shoulder, and repeatedly trusted it into Judas's stomach.
Johannes de Castanovo whips him again to the first corner and Judas crashes into it with his front. He bounces out and walks backwards straight into the waiting hands of Castanovo. Johannes de Castanovo lifts Judas for a Full nelson suplex and cracks him onto his neck after struggling to lift him.
Johannes de Castanovo looks for a leg drop across Judas's chest but Judas rolls away from it and clears to the other side of the ring. Johannes de Castanovo watches as The Forgotten Son in circles the ring piloting his next move. Johannes de Castanovo follows and walks over to the ropes and measures his opponent movement stalking him closely. Judas is warned by the Ref to engage in combat, Johannes de Castanovo was hoping for an opening and got one as Judasbleek turns around to acknowledge the ref only to feel the hands of a Double ax-handle smash.
Johannes de Castanovo hits Judas with a head butt that sends him walking around the ring in a daze. As Castanovo follows behind Judasbleek, Judas bounces off the ropes and levels Johannes de Castanovo with a kick across the face. Johannes de Castanovo lands head first, to the mat and checks his face for any sign of bruises. Johannes shakes it off and pushes himself off the mat and back upward to his feet. As he lashes at Judas, The Forgotten Son has an answer with his own steady hands short arm clothesline. He forces Johannes de Castanovointo the corner and uses his long limbs to drag Johannes de Castanovo to bottom buckle. Judas extends his leg and chokes Johannes de Castanovo against the bottom protective turnbuckle pad while the referee looks on at both fighters. Johannes de Castanovo is lifted up from the mat and thrown across the ring to the far corner. He hits his back and Judas runs through him with a decapitating stinger splash.
Johannes de Castanovo collapses to the mat face down as Judasbleek places himself on the side of Johannes and drops an elbow into Johannes de Castanovo's neck. He stands and drops a second into his spine shaking Johannes. For good measure, he drops a third elbow and this time Johannes de Castanovo tips over grabbing his upper back.
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Johannes de Castanovo rolls and starts towards his feet, but Judas grabbed him around the neck like a KFC drumstick. He maniacally kicks him in the gut before lifting Castanovo into the air for a Jackhammer suplex. He holds him and does a circle for the crowd to see. Judas falls forwards and drops Johannes de Castanovo DOWN HARD TO THE MAT, BANG! Judasbleek pulls himself over to the corner and sits against the turnbuckles, staring over
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at Johannes, who has managed to roll onto his side. With a grimace look of pain in his face, Judasbleek reaches up and uses the ropes to stand once more. He slowly moves towards Johannes, and guides him to his feet. Before Judas can do anything, he’s caught with anther Jawbreaker as Judasbleek drops to his knees. The shocking blow sends Judas flying back into the corner again. He slumps down as Johannes staggers over to him. Johannes lifts Judasbleek up and sets him on the top rope. The fans all rise as Johannes climbs the ropes with him. Judasbleek delivers a power shot to the abdomen, and nails Johannes with a Right handed thrust, forcing him to break his grip in order to keep his balance along the ropes. Judas shoves Johannes off and he crashes to the canvas further injuring his lower back.
Judas pauses for a split second as he taps the side of his mask with his index finger before he made his way off the turnbuckle. Johannes staggers to his feet slowly as he turns right into a grizzly of a bear hug. Johannes screamed as Judasbleek flung Johannes’s body from side to side. Johannes shouted “nooo..ahhhh” as The Forgotten Son jerked his back on cue. Johannes shook he’s head as he started to fade out. With the crowd chanting for blood, Judas applies a tighter grip as Johannes’s arms go’s limp—No Johannes busted out with energy as most of the crowd cheered him on. Johannes running of pure heart manage to get off some hard rights to Judas’s temple and as he follows with a bell clap to both ears. Judasbleek releases he’s grasp of Johannes’s lower back. Johannes takes off at unsteady stumbling pace, as he bounces off the ropes. Judas sees the crazy train beaming straight for him as he stares it down as the moment of impact ensues. ALL ABOARD! 360 degree Spinebuster, the earthquake was felt all the way towards the noise bleeds. Judasbleek go’s for his sadistic modified clover leaf, standing with his knee and back of Johannes.(Enslaver)
Judasbleek digs his knee deep in the back of Johannes de Castanovo while pulling JAC’s legs back. Judasbleek has Johannes de Castanovo dead in the center of no mans land. Johannes de Castanovo ’s face shows a picture of unbearable pain. The repeated smacks to the mat signals The Forgotten Son and he calls for the bell but wait there’s no bell to be rung at all. Judasbleek continues to add presser as he wrenches the back digging deep with his knee. Judasbleek releases the hold as Johannes de Castanovo lays flat on his stomach favoring his back. The ref start to count
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Johannes did not stay down as Johannes clawed his way back to his feet and motioned for The Forgotten Son to engage. When you fight Johannes Antonious de Castonovo you know he wants to get things to the ground, and he knows that you know it. Takedowns and sweeps can be hard to come by against an opponent looking to defend them and almost nothing else, so Johannes had to find anther way, a more creative way of getting the fight where he wants it. Johannes charge at Judasbleek and jump into a flying guard. It may have look silly to the fans, but more often than not you’re coming down with him and playing the ground game as Judasbleek did. When wrestlers first emerge as a dominant force in MMA they face an obvious problem: nothing in their background had prepared them to finish fights. In the TFZ, pinning dudes will just get you boos and a call for action from The ref, so you’d better come up with something else. Johannes did, as he locks both hands around Judas’s head in a clench from the bottom of the mount. As if he had a instructor in his corner Johannes’s unleash a trademark ground-and-pound attack, “masturbation punches,” which is about as good a description as I can offer.
Think about it — they’re short, rapid, furious, and performed by a panting, red-faced man on the brink of ecstasy. Of course, when those punches are coming from Johannes, a 280-pound behemoth with XXXXL fists, it’s the furthest thing from a joke. Judasbleek tried to break away but in the mist of struggling Johannes flip Judas onto his back Sure, maybe Johannes’s hammer fists would be more effective if he calmed down a little bit and threw them from higher up. But when he’s on top and there’s blood in the water, the frenzy takes over. It’s less about the one-punch knockout and more about creating an onslaught that his opponent can’t breathe under. Johannes continues the onslaught as he lands a couple of hammer fists to Judasbleek’s face. Judasbleek blacks out after Johannes lands a monster of a double ax-handle. Johannes stands up as the ref starts to count
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Judasbleek stumbles to his feet breaking the count. Judasbleek quickly places his guards up as Johannes rushes with a punch that drives boxing fanatics crazy. It doesn't come in straight and doesn't look all that technically sound, yet. Johannes’s looping right hand had found its way past Judasbleek defenses and when it landed it spelled trouble. Like most things in Johannes’s arsenal, it works best as a counter-attack but if you’re just going to stand there and cover up like a frightened Tito Ortiz he’s not afraid to unleash it as part of his combo. Judasbleek staggered back as Johannes went for a Double-leg takedown Judas block it.
But when a true martial artist wants to get you to the mat, he simply hooks his foot out and delicately pushes you over it. Yes, it’s a little strange to see a technique from the karate classes of our youth being used in this match to punk some of the world’s top fighters but Johannes isn’t concerned with inflicting more damage than anybody else, or finishing fights as quickly as possible. His only goal is to showcase the superiority of his style. He’d rather break Judasbleek down mentally than physically. Hence, the foot-sweep, which came out of nowhere, turned Judas’s momentum against him. Johannes lands in the side mount as he throws some right knees to the rib cage of Judas. . Johannes tries to go for a full mount but Judas gives his back as he tries to stand.
Judas had blocked JAC’s full mount attempt but Johannes can always jump on you from behind like a kitschy Japanese backpack as he did. Think "Hello Kitty," only way more dangerous. Johannes dug both hooks in as Judas stood up protecting his neck. Judasbleek made is way towards the cage wall while still protecting his neck and turn around and place Johannes back against the cage wall. Judasbleek turn into Johannes and pulled away from the cage wall and walked across the ring with his opponent on his shoulder like a sack of flour as he slammed Johannes to the mat. The ref started to count
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Johannes did not stay down as Johannes clawed his way back to his feet and motioned for The Forgotten Son to engage once again. Judasbleek stared in amazement at the fact that the TFZ champ stood to his feet. Judasbleek rushes in throwing wild mixer of haymakers as JAC dodges and blocks Judas’s advances as Johannes countered with a sidestep kick to the gut of the Forgotten Son and follows with a Gutwrench powerbomb. Johannes darts into Judas’s guard as he unleashes a storm of lefts and rights. Johannes grabs the throat of Judas with his right hand to keep him form moving as he’s going for the kill shot. Johannes cocks back a looping high left sending it straight down towards Judas’s face. As the eclipse of Johannes’s fist meets noting butt mat as Judas manages to move his head out of the way even doe Johannes had a death grip around Judas’ throat.
Judasbleek still in the devils mouth out of pure instinct locks in a triangle choke. Johannes still with a firm grip of Judas’s throat tries to pick him from off the mat and spike him down him to the mat. Johannes making it only halfway as his back blows out at the wrong time seeing that Judas has been working on and off of Johannes’s back this whole match. Johannes falls forward as Judasbleek readjusts his triangle choke. Johannes digs his finger nails into the inter thigh of Judasbleek as he quickly fades out. With every second that go’s by the oxygen is being cut off from Johannes. Johannes body go’s limp from the lack of oxygen to the brain. Judasbleek slowly releases the submission as he doesn’t want to be caught off guard if the TFZ champ is playing possum. Referee decides to begin the count as Judasbleek retreats to the cage wall.
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The atmosphere of a TFZ got rowdy and people around the cage cheered for joy as the money was flowing in the air as if Judasbleek had won The Fighting Zone Championship but sadly he didn’t. Judasbleek stood tall as the cage was sent back toward the rafters. Judasbleek made his exit while tapping his forehead with his index finger. Letting all fans know he will always over come his surroundings. Judasbleek shoves a couple TFZ fans out of his way before disappearing backstage.
WINNER: By way of 15 Count, Judasbleek
The Comeback Trail - 2
After a spot of lunch, the team returns to action. Keegan is seen doing sit-ups while Drew counts down the numbers until he reaches the hundred-mark. Later, Special K is skipping and then racing Ali Amore in a 60 metres race. When it becomes clear the Colombian is going to literally run away with the competition after approximately 20 metres, the Geordie gives up and waves it off: “Sod that.”
Ali smiles back at his mentor, who puts down his achievement with his right hand: “You cheated.” Amore is open-mouthed: “How?”
The Englishman ends their ‘argument.’: “You’re Colombian. You’re bound to be on drugs.”
The whole camp, and people who don’t even know the Newcastle native, start laughing as Ali, hands on hips, has no comeback to Keegan’s quip.
At the end of the day, Keegan exits the gym with a thumbs-up: “Thanks for comin’ lads. I’m feeling great and Willis, WAR, whoever. They’re all cruising for a bruising. Cheers.”
Recruitment
“Clip, clop”
“Clip, clop”
“Clip, clop”
The camera activates to a shot of two legs running down a corridor, “Remy Leroux, Remy Leroux.”
The camera stabilized to a shot of Trent McKnight, nbW’s top interrogator, standing just off the side of a random lockeroom door. Just behind the crack of the door peers out the unmistakable brown eyes of the Cajun Devil himself. Even with the wood covering the lower half of his face that sneer is as disarming as ever.
“Low an’ behold… tis Ah in dah flesh,” he pulls the door back revealing his usual handsome features.
“Mister Leroux let’s rewind, before SLAM! X, the last time you were seen on nbW television it was operating a fork lift freeing Spike from his temporary prison. Now here we are in the present and again you’ve come to the aid of the Double Dragon… exactly what is your relationship with the former Keystone Champion?” he barely manages to spit out all the words on one breath.
“Now Trent, good buddy, Ole Remy don’ op’rate on no bodies behalf lessin’ dere’s sumthin in it fah Ole Remy,” offers the Cajun with a smile, “Ah do have tah say ole flat top an’ Remy do have history but tahnight ain’t bout all dat… no sir’ee tahnight is about dem bright lights… ain’t none shine any brightah den dem ones hangin’ high ovah dat ring when dis ole Cajun boi collect dat twenty pounds ah gold.”
“We’re still not even sure if you’re competing for the nbW Championship…”
The jeers were now deafening as the only double champion in NBW was now in the screen, looking at Remy Leroux. The man we are talking about is the NBW World Heavyweight Champion and Keystone Champion, the legendary Vince Jacobs. Jacobs adjusted the titles over each shoulder as he smirked.
“So Trent we have some lucky invalid fan that wants to put this man, this Cajun no-body against the likes of someone like me. The end all be all of professional wrestling. What makes you think you actually deserve a shot at any one of my titles? The only reason you are even out here is because NBW thinks this fan appreciation crap is something that will get them more ratings.”
Vince paused.
“The only thing NBW needs to do is just have me appear on the show and the ratings goes through the roof. I guarantee this little segment will be the most watched through the night. Not because good ole Remy is back in the NBW but it’s because he’s standing next to the double champion. But I understand why you came back Remy. You want to be back in that spotlight again.”
“You want to be the man again. Good ole Remy wants to be on the hottest show on the net. MY SHOW!! But I am a generous man Remy, so how about this. You forget about this main event match tonight that you have no chance of winning. Sit back here with the lucky fan and join me in my quest to take over NBW. So what do you say?”
Remy looked at the Superstar for a second and smirked.
“Ole remy don’ op’rate lik dat, Vince. Ow’ever ole Remy will be in dat ring t’night to make sure dat dah Supastah will be on his back, watchin Remy wit dah World title.”
Vince smirked himself. “So I guess that’s a no then. Well tonight Mr. Cajun you will be just another victim of me making you into a bonafide superstar.”
Jacobs patted both his titles as he left the area.
The Lost Art of Setting up a Match
“This Fire Burns” by Killswitch Engage.
That was the song playing Ace and Spade Creede to the ring as the fans in the Epic II gave them a mixed reaction, consisting mainly of jeering. Somewhere, a guy named Phil Brooks was groaning at their choice of music, but fuck that guy.
Anyway, The Creede Bros. made their way to the ring, looking out to the sea of fans in attendance and scoffing, neither one of the brothers being happy with the treatment they’d received at the hands of Dark Ninja and Psycho back on Slam IX.
Hoping to turn their luck around, Ace took a microphone.
“CUT THE DAMN MUSIC!”
Spade nodded as the crowd began to jeer the two brothers standing in the middle of the ring. Ace fumed as he clutched the microphone in his hand.
“So this is what we’re doing… we’re not going to talk about what happened on Slam IX. No. Me and Spade, we’re looking towards the future, and we’re going to get another crack at those nbW Dynasty Titles… so we’re issuing an open challenge… to ANY team in the locker room. All the way from “Superstar” Vince Jacobs and a partner of his choice all the way down to any Chris Hamandegger and Johnny Bootsandtights you can pull out of the indies. If anybody’s got the stones, give us a challenge. Give us a fight.”
He dropped the microphone as he and Spade waited for a pair of challengers. They glanced at the ring announcer as he shrugged…
“Beat You Down” by Downstait.
The music wasn’t known by anybody in nbW currently, but the fans gave a polite reaction as the curtains parted, begging for any team that could shut the Creede Brothers the hell up.
“Their opponents… at a combined weight of SEVEN-HUNDRED AND SIX POUNDS…”
Both Ace and Spade exchanged worried glances.
“…they are the team of “The Innovator of Impact” Adam Faulkner and “The Watertown Wrecking Ball” Vic Gravender!”
The two newcomers to nbW were a pair of wrestlers who’d taken to the independent scene for a number of years. Adam Faulkner, a man with a shorter and husky frame going 5’11” and about 256 pounds, he was in pretty decent ring shape, wearing a black wifebeater, black pants, and boots with his black hair tied back in a ponytail.
The man behind him, however, was a ROTUND monster that fans of Next Level Wrestling recognized as Vic Gravender. A BIG, bald, goateed mass of muscle (mostly fat), going about 450 pounds. Yep, you read right. The King Kong Bundy-esque figure high-fived Faulkner as the two made their way to the ring.
The Creedes looked like they were going to shit identical bricks, but they quickly regained their composure. They did say ANY tag team after all.
With a mic in hand, Adam Faulkner smirked as the crowd gave a polite reception.
“St. Louis, Missouri, cheap pops says what?!”
“WHAT?!”
He shrugged as he looked at the camera and mouthed “couldn’t resist.” Adam turned his attention back to the Creedes.
“Okay, Motorheads… nice to meet you guys. You’re Lemmy Spade and you’re… Other Lemmy?”
“That’s not our names, retard!” Ace corrected him.
Adam held up his hands.
“Relax, relax, Ace, I know who you and Spade are… I think. But for those fans that haven’t seen either of us before, I’m Adam Faulkner, big dude behind me is Vic Gravender.”
“Yo.”
“We just signed onto nbW this week and figured a good open challenge is about as good a place to get the ball rolling. But for those wrestling fans unfamiliar with an open challenge, here’s how this works… The Creeds run their mouths, talk and talk and talk while not actually saying a damn thing. They lay out a challenge to anybody, then guys like me and Vic come along, they retract their statements, streak their underroos and go fleeing back up the ramp and cry like bitches. That about right?”
By now, both Ace and Spade were red in the face. Ace clutched the microphone, looking straight up at the 6’3” Gravender, then back to Faulkner.
“…Ring the bell.”
And just like that, we had a match!
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A referee ran out from the back and rang the bell as both Adam and Vic took turns doing a game of ro-sham-bo to see who would start first while Ace Creed took up the mantle for the team. Sadly for the 170-pounder… the 450 pounder called Vic Gravender was first.
As Vic towered over him, he looked around in both directions before shrugging and going low with a few kicks to the leg to try and get the big man off his feet. Vic wasn’t having any of that shit and simply PUNCHED Ace Creede in the face, sending the smaller of the two brothers tumbling to the ground. He stumbled up again, only to be knocked down with a big shoulder block.
Spade started to talk some trash from the corner, so The Watertown Wrecking Ball grabbed him in a Biel and HURLED him right over the top rope. Both Creede brothers got back to his feet in a dizzy…
DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE.
The fans cheered as Vic beat his chest like a madman while both Ace and Spade held their heads in pain. Spade rolled to the outside while Ace crawled into the corner to try and tag in his brother… who wasn’t there. Instead, he ate a headbutt and rocked him back into his corner. He tagged in Adam Faulkner and flinged Ace across the ropes, throwing a kick in the gut.
Faulkner ran off the ropes and caught him with a neckbreaker, but turned an extra rotation for bigger impact! He went for the first cover.
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Ace Spade got the shoulder up, but the man known in some circles as the Innovator of Impact pinballed the smaller Spade. He tossed him from corner to corner before lifting him up in a back body drop, grabbed him halfway and DROVE him right in the middle of the ring with a ring-shaking modified spinebuster!
The fans were impressed with a couple of the rather unique moves that Adam Faulkner was busting out, but opted to throw a couple punches to rock the smaller Spade. He tossed him in the center of the ring with a scoop slam and tied him up in a modified leg scissors around the head before turning him around into a set of Push-up Facebusters!
After getting through with that show, he kicked Spade away as Vic watched on. Ace stood up and tried to run at Adam, but Adam went low and cut him off with a leg trip while baseball sliding to the outside.
Giving a thumbs up to the St. Louis fans in attendance, he started to climb the top turnbuckle, but got distracted by Spade Creede trying to run interference on the apron. Faulkner kicked him away, but didn’t see the Springboard Dropkick from Ace coming. He caught him RIGHT in the jaw, sending him tumbling to the ground.
Ace quickly scurried into the cover.
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Adam powered the smaller Spade off, but he quickly made the tag over to Ace Creed, who hopped into the ring. The brothers whipped Faulkner across the ring and let him have it with a Double Dropkick that landed right underneath his chin. Ace exited the ring while Spade lifted him up and threw him head-first into the corner. He threw some stiff punches his direction and alternated it with a couple of chops, catching him with multiple shots.
Faulkner returned fire with a couple forearm shots, but Spade Creede countered that with some more chops and a couple of solid punches right to the jaw before kicking him in the gut. The Innovator of Impact got doubled over and dropped nearly on his head with a T-Bone Suplex. A pin attempt followed.
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Adam Faulkner got pulled to his feet by his hair, only to get drilled with a couple headbutts to the face for good measure. Throwing him into his corner, he tagged in Ace who flew right over the ropes and landed a Slingshot Corner Dropkick right to the face! Pulling him from the ropes, Ace rolled him over into a jackknife cover.
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The third nearfall from the Creedes turned the match around in a hurry.
And with it came another tag to Spade, who waited for Adam Faulkner to come to his feet. He grabbed him by the head and tried for a clothesline, but Faulkner caught him by the head. Ace ran at him, but Adam caught him with a kick and tied him up with his free arm… DOUBLE COMPLETLE SHOT/DDT COMBINATION!
Both members of the Creedes were driven into the mat as Faulkner crawled away from them. He made the hot tag right over to Vic Gravender!
And with that, the fans gave a nice ovation for the Watertown, NY native as he went into the ring and started hitting anything that moved.
A punch for Ace.
A punch for Spade.
Scoop slam for Ace.
Scoop slam for Spade.
Ace rose to his feet again, only to get kicked straight in the face and sent sailing into the corner. Spade Creede caught the big man with some nice right hands, but Vic blocked the shot and caught him in mid-air. Parading him around the ring like a scrap of paper, he HURLED him nearly halfway across the ring with a Fallaway Slam!
He tossed Ace Creede into the corner and paced himself for a running start, DRIVING his 450 pounds into his chest with a Running Hip Attack in the corner.
Spade Creede started to get back to his feet on the outside, about to enter the ring, but Adam Faulkner saw him coming and dove off the apron with a Somersault Flip, taking both men down!
He grabbed Ace by the arm and whipped him to the corner, but Ace rolled through the corner and landed on his feet on the apron. With a springboard, he flew right back at Vic… CAUGHT.
It was the nbW debut of the BOMB DROP!
Yelling out “BOOM!” to the crowd as he hurled Ace Creede into the mat with a Scoop Lift Powerbomb, he smirked for the fans before casually kneeling over and laying across Ace’s chest.
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The referee could’ve counted to a thousand, but it was a very dominating and successful first outing for nbW’s newest team to hit the scene.
“HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS OF THE MATCH… THE TEAM OF VIC GRAVENDER AND ADAM FAULKNER!”
Adam and Vic had their hands raised by the referee as the fans gave them a nice round of applause for their dominating victory over the Creede Brothers. Exiting the ring, the two ring veterans happily conversed amongst themselves and raised their fists in the air.
There was a new team on the block. And one had to figure the nbW Dynasty Titles would soon be in their sights.
WINNERS: By way of Pinfall, Vic Gravender and Adam Faulkner!
Ensnared
Standing in the interview center was Showtime and Proteus. nbW Reporter Trent McKnight walked into frame.
"Damn, Trent, where've you been?"
"Sushi. Long story. So, are you guys ready for your match against El Dragon Loco and Lunatic tonight?"
"Yes, absolutely," Proteus answered.
This sort of straightforward talk was unusual for wrestlers and an uncomfortable pause followed until Showtime finally added, "What we mean is, of course. We managed to get to this level of competition by having the confidence to take on all comers, and Lunatic and El Dragon Loco are the latest in a long line of teams to come onto us."
"You mean they hit on you?"
"Uh, no. Can we forget I said that?"
"No. What about Dark Ninja's actions last week, knocking the both of you out and then proclaiming he would get his rematch this week?"
"Well, I wouldn't know about that, Trent," Showtime said, "For one thing, I was knocked out for it, so I'm not sure it happened. For another, it obviously didn't work out since we are not facing the Dream Warriors tonight. Regardless, if they ever want to actually wrestle again, we'll be happy to do so. People want to see that. And we'll be glad to give it, anytime Ninja wants, and the nbW offices allow it. No more mindgames this time around. We won't be ensnared."
With that, the team walked off.
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Spike Saunders Icon Vs Icon |
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"Spike It Up" rang throughout the arena, bringing the nbW faithful to their feet. Spike Saunders made his way up the ramp, high-fiving fans along the way. While the ring announcer made a big deal out of Spike's entrance and how it was supposedly an Icon vs. icon ladder match, he also mentioned that Thaddeus Boyle had ordered the winner of this match would be able to challenge SVJ for his nbW World Heavyweight Title. Spike, having reached the ring, eyed Hopper as if to say, "This is going to be soooo easy!"
The bell rang and the two met in the center of the ring. They entered into a collar and elbow tie-up. Hopper was no match for Spike's strength, and the big man shoved Max into the corner like he was a small child. Spike cautiously obliged the referee in a clean break and waited for Hopper in the middle of the ring. Collar and elbow tie-up again, but this time Saunders shot Hopper into the ropes. Hopper came off and launched himself at Spike...
BOOM! HEADSHOT!!
Saunders caught him with a punch straight to the temple and Hopper flopped to the floor like a dead mackerel. Saunders took his time climbing up the ladder in the middle of the ring and grabbed the briefcase, which dangled from the ceiling.
The fans went crazy as Spike Saunders earned another shot at the World Title without breaking a sweat.
WINNER: By retrieval of Briefcase, Spike Saunders!
How about it?
Don Toto and Gino Di Maggio, the investors of The Fighting Zone, are sat talking in their native Italian when they hear a knock at the door: “Come in.”
Keegan comes in to the sound of cheers from those watching it via the EpiCenter. The two businessmen stand up and offer the Englishman a seat but he merely shakes his head, politely declining their offer. Di Maggio, whose father was a fan of the Newcastle native, asks: “Keegan, what can we do for you?”
With his arms crossed, reflecting his temperament, the former two-time Fighting Zone champion spoke frankly: “I think you know what you can do for me. I want a fight with Willis or WAR. You’re the promoters. Do it whatever way you want but I think we all know how that’ll work out and John was the first to challenge me. So be it. Him or William next week… how about it?”
Don Toto interjected: “Well, Keegan. We think you’re a tremendous fighter but we have some doubts.”
K was about to slap the taste out of Toto’s mouth but Don, oblivious to that, continued: “We’re not sure if your physical condition is up to the required levels yet. What’s to say one submission move and that’s it? We need to consult your doctors, insurance policy...”
Keegan was growing impatient: “Right. You want me to sign a waiver? Is that it? Fine. Draw the contract up, insert all of the clauses to protect your arses and I’ll fight whoever you put in front of me, anyone you put in front of me just to waste your meal ticket at the end of it all, WAR. That’s why you’re scared,” he concluded confidently, raising his eyebrows and winking at them.
Toto stroked his chin: “Let us think about that. Keegan, it’s been a pleasure as always.”
Special K refused the handshake and saw himself out. Di Maggio, who gestured towards the door with his right palm as if they were talking about the recently-departed superstar, said to Toto: “What are we going to do?”
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El Dragon Loco & Luntaic Dynasty Tag Team Championships |
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As El Dragon Loco & Lunatic made their way to the ring, the camera cut to the action as the commentators speculated on the meaning of D-T's statement. Would it be possible for the champions to avoid the mindgames that were Dark Ninja's hallmark? And even if they did, would they be up to the challenge of their sheer brutality?
The crowd erupted as "Draw the Line" by Aerosmith hit and the champions appeared on the stage, escorted by Proteus' ladyfriend, nbW's make-up gal Gabriela Healy. The two paused to enjoy the embrace of the fans and triumphantly show off their belts before rushing the ring. With just enough time to be announced, they slipped in and the match began with some fiery double-trouble action between the four competitors.
Eventually, Proteus was left in the ring with El Dragon Loco. Mostly, the champ was able to neutralize Loco's offense and keep him grounded with armbars and headlocks, reversing reversals left and right and throwing some impressive throws. The match was technically good, but a little rote. Even the commentators seemed less than thrilled: Marc Gordon called the action and Terry Renton largely stayed out of it. The tides turned when Proteus whipped Loco and he came back with a big dropkick that hit the mark. El Dragon managed to dominate and tag in Lunatic.
"You've been awfully quiet, Terry," Marc Gordon noted.
"I'm waiting patiently. Also doing a sudoku, but mainly the waiting."
"What for, may I ask?" Gordon inquired.
"For the Dream Warriors! You just know they're cooking something up."
"Well," Gordon said, "They did express their preference that Loony and El Dragon do not win this match, but would they go so far as to interfere?"
"Well, they'd better... Loony's really showing his stuff!"
Lunatic had Proteus set up on the top turnbuckle for a big move. To re-stun Proteus he hit him with a couple of fists before executing a top-rope hurricanrana!
Proteus came crashing down to the mat. Lunatic covered...
ONE...
TWO...
No, Proteus got a shoulder up. Lunatic hit the mat in irritation. He picked Proteus up. Proteus hit a back kick and had Lunatic doubled over. He ran the ropes, but on rebound, was thrown with a back body drop. Lunatic went over to the ropes and hit a slingshot moonsault. He covered again...
ONE...
TWO...
No, he still couldn't put the champ away. Proteus still tried to fight his way into dominance, but Lunatic countered him at every attempt. Then it happened.
Down the ramp came Dark Ninja and Psycho, just as Renton prophesied.
They took their place at the turnbuckles nearest to the entrance. Showtime stared Ninja down, but neither man made a move. Lunatic had his eye on Psycho, tagging out to EDL, who was similarly distracted. The two double whipped Proteus, who came off the rebound and baseball slid between them udner a double clothesline, coming back with a big dropkick to both men, sending them both stumbling back. Proteus went to suplex Lunatic, but EDL grabbed Proteus by the legs -- and the champ managed to execute a headscissor takedown on EDL while DDTing Lunatic!
All three men were out. Showtime began to lead a rally for Proteus, which Dark Ninja and Psycho joined, apparently sarcastically. Lunatic rolled to the outside, while Proteus crawled toward Showtime and the ref counted. TWO... THREE... FOUR...
CLAP
CLAP
CLAP
CLAP
CLAP
SIX... SEVEN...
STOMP
STOMP
STOMP
STOMP
EIGHT...
Closer and closer...
EDL was stirring...
Proteus made the tag, EDL got to his feet. Showtime ran in and hit EDL with a spin kick, sending him into the turnbuckle. Lunatic took a swipe from the apron, but Showtime dazed him with a European uppercut. Showtime then ran into the corner and tossed EDL with a monkey flip.
The Dragon landed on his feet, however, and found himself surprisingly tossed with a tiger suplex. The ref counted...
ONE...
TWO...
No, Loco got the shoulder up. Showtime wasted no time picking him back up adn attempting a standign suplex, but EDL flipped over for a reverse DDT!
Loco then ran the ropes for an Asai moonsault, but Showtime rolled away, scrambled to his feet and hit a backspring elbow, sending the challenger into D-T's turnbuckle.
Showtime tagged in Proteus, then took advantage of his comparable size to EDL and held him up for a powerbomb, while Proteus climbed to the top rope...
Flying Enzuigiri/Powerbomb!!
EDL was down and out on the mat, while Lunatic rushed in, only to be met with a Standing Ovation superkick! DW nodded approvingly from the sideline.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Ding ding!
"Here are your winners... the nbW Dynasty Tag Champions, Showtime and Proteus, D-T!"
The champions held their belts up for all to see. "An impressive comeback after a slow start for the champions," Gordon noted.
The champions stood their ground, seemingly inviting DW in for a fight, but the ex-champions simply stayed put.
Then, they did something odd... they stepped aside. Dark Ninja even bowed down and gestured toward the exit, as if to say, "My lord, prithee at thy leisure," or some such Shakespearean stuff. Basically, Ninja was gesturing to say "Go right ahead, we won't hassle you."
"Well," Gordon surmised, "D-T have said they weren't going to be ensnared by mind games, so they're probably right to be skeptical..."
D-T, though on guard as always, walked right through. As soon as the champions were safely in the back, DW took one more look at the defeated team in thering and nodded approvingly before turning toward the entrance, and Marc Gordon asked, "What do you suppose all this is about?"
"Oh, you know Ninja. There's always something going on with that guy. He's brilliant."
"Yes, Terry, brilliant at Pure Evil."
"Pot calling the kettle black, Gordon."
"What's that supposed to mean, Terry?"
"Last time we went out to lunch, you only tipped 11%."
"Well, you didn't tip at all."
"Exactly, you shold have tipped more to make up for it."
"Folks, I apologize for this tangent," Gordon sighed.
WINNERS: By way of Pinfall, and STILL Dynasty Tag Team Champions: D-T!
Masterpiece
"Attention, please. ATTENTION! LISTEN TO ME!"
The fans in attendance had been bubbling with excitement throughout
the whole show. And what a spectacle this most recent edition of SLAM!
had been. NBW may not have been able to boast having the best tools
needed to be considered a top-tier wrestling promotion again... but by
gawd, everybody in the company was busting their hiney to ensure
people out there stood up and took notice.
Speaking of which, there was a rather unfamiliar man walking down the
ramp en route to the ring. He was dressed simply; a white sleeveless
tanktop with red trim down the sides, black trunk shorts and black
boots. In short, this individual looked ready to wrestle. He also had
a microphone in his possession and a rather nasty scowl on his face.
Who *was* this man?
"I'm sure you're all wondering just who I am, and why I'm out here
moments before 'Superstar' Vince Jacobs and Remy Leroux do battle!"
the individual spoke harshly as he rolled into the ring, shaking his
head as he did so. "Fact of the matter is, I am very angry.
I was hired months ago, at the conclusion of a talent search conducted
by one Biron Sexton. Yeah, remember him? That slimey bastard's
hasn't been seen around here for a while. Ditto for me. See, I may
have been INFORMED that I was hired back in October of last year, but
that ****er was probably too busy sticking his nose in other people's
business to realise one fatal oversight.
HE NEVER FOLLOWED THROUGH WITH MY PAPERWORK! ARGH!"
The man stormed around the ring like a fat kid in search of some cake.
It was funny. Except, the fans in attendance didn't really give a
shit. They wanted to see Vince Jacobs get his arse kicked, for Spike's
sake.
It's also hard to care when you don't know the name of the man
throwing a tantrum in the ring.
As if on cue (HE CAN SEE THESE WORDS OHSHIT), the young individual
stopped whatever he was doing and took a deep breath. He slowly raised
his microphone up to his lips again and surveyed the crowd for a
possible reaction.
There was none. He shrugged. "My name, in case you're wondering... is
Kirk Butler. You people, however, can call me Masterpiece. That's what
everybody else in my previous place of employ did. Because I am a
f**king revelation in this ring. I'm considered one of the top 20
young talents in this overbloated industry.
What separates me from the pack? Hmm? I'll tell you.
... Not right now."
The fans jeered. Kirk smiled. At last, a reaction.
"I've been sitting at home the last few months, wondering when I'd get
the call to finally feature on NBW programming. Then I deciced to take
proactive action, and found out about Sexton's snafu. That bearded
idiot!" Kirk began to explain, holding on to the ropes to keep himself
from losing his cool again. "But now all that's sorted. I've done my
own due diligence, and I'm happy to report that I officially debut on
the next edition of SLAM!
Whenever that happens to be. Ahem. AT ANY RATE. Consider this your
teaser. Your preview reel. What you see now is a man on the cusp of
greatness. What you'll see next time... is a MASTERPIECE at
work. Flawlessly excellent, and excellently flawless.
I issue an open challenge to anybody on a payroll to a match on the
next edition of SLAM! for my debut match. I'm that cocky, yes. Doesn't
matter who you are. You want some? COMMMMMMMMMMMMME GET SOME!
Kirk Butler has arrived. Kirk Butler plans on staying.
And more importantly -- Kirk Butler will become YOUR idol in no time at all."
With that, Kirk 'Masterpiece' Butler tossed the microphone out of the
ring and raised his arms in self-triumph. The fans groaned. Not
another self-absorbed wrestler debuting thinking he was King Shit Of
F**k Mountain?
Perhaps Kirk would be different. If you asked the young man himself,
his answer would be simple.
"MASTERPIECE."
Until the next edition of SLAM!, then.
Spin the Wheel to Make a Deal
A lone camera activates with a panned out shot of the ring. Standing approximately in the center of the ring is Trent McKnight, to his right a large wheel sits on a frame. Instead of the usual pie cut offs past wheels have been this one is set up very similar to the Price is Right’s.
We go close up. With his usual attention to detail Trent allows the fans their moment to grab the attention. They did not disappoint.
‘n.b.W!’ the chants rang out all through the Epic II. The cameras feverishly shoot the crowd from all angles. We get a glimpse of fans hoisting their ‘Give em Hell Torment’ signs side by side with ‘There’s only one Superstar!’.
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen…” again McKnight allows the fans time for reaction. “Tonight for what I can remember is the first time the nbW Championship or Keystone Title, could be put on the line by the luck of a spin!”
‘nbW!’, ‘nbW!’
“With all the attention we’ve been getting since the champion arrived in the Epic II I don’t think it’s exaggerating by much to say this night, which was booked by nbW fan Hector Gonzales…” this time the pause wasn’t offered, it was taken.
The fans cheered.
Trent quickly adds, “And tonight this will decide the main event, so without further ado…”
CUEUP: Cheesy nbW music
‘Whoosssssh’, the double doors slid back. From the athletes entrance emerges an energetic plump man with a sideways baseball cap and sagged skinny jeans (don’t ask). Most fans slap his hands as he bounces from side to side working his way towards the ring.
Trent continues while awaiting the lucky fans arrival, “Allow me the great honor to introduce one lucky nbW fan who’s been with us in St. Louis since the start. This is Hector Gonzales!”
The fans offer the obligatory applause.
“Tonight’s Hector’s chance to cast his imprint on the present of the championship landscape here in nbW! With one spin of this wheel tonight we will find out what match we will have in the main event. And the coin toss will decide if the Keystone or nbW Championships will be defended as Remy Leroux faces off against ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs.” Trent pauses to a smaller pop from the crowd.
The cameras flip again to Hector climbing between the middle and top rope and almost tripping which brought on a quick laugh from the fans quick enough to catch it. Being a rabid fan Hector still recovers fast enough to launch himself into each rope before bouncing into the center of the ring beside Trent McKnight.
“Hector here it is… honestly what kind of match are you pulling for?” he asks inquisitively.
“Man… I mean I just wanna see La’Roo take Jacobs out behind the arena!”, Hector took a second before continuing, “ So, I mean like a parking lot brawl or something!”
“Well Hector this is the big question,” Trent smiles knowing he was about to put the kid on the spot, “which title do you want to see defended?”
The ever-familiar voice of the Icon echoed throughout the arena.
"I didn't have to come to the NBW to become a superstar...I brought my spotlight with me"
Right on cue.
The jeers would fall into hindsight with the visual eye candy, dancing across the ominous trinity of super screens. A select bevy of monikers would appear at random exploding on the EpiCenter II one after the other.
After the last moniker appeared on the screen the all too familiar “Ring Superstar” reverberated throughout the arena speakers. Vince Jacobs in his ring gear made it to the stage.
The bank account's thick and his pockets are fat
Peep the smirk on his face when he watching you tap
A three-count or submission, which steez you wanna go?
'Cause this muthafucka right here is a reason there's a show!
CUTIN: “What the hell is he doing out here?” asks Marc Gordon, “This is supposed to be the fans spotlight!
CUTIN: “Hell Gordo any spotlight’ll due…” Renton chimes in, “now shut your trap boy that there’s the champion!”
The champion or should we say champion(s) saunters out through the double doors. Over his left shoulder the nbW Championship, over his right the Keystone championship. The champion reached towards his waistline, where a mic was tucked away, but then he thought better. Instead the champion proceeds towards the ring.
Trent McKnight again tries to stabilize the situation, “Well it seems like we’re getting ready to be joined by the nbW’s Double Champion, Hector.”
Jacobs holds to the center of the aisle making sure that none of the worshippers unworthy hands could get near him. As the champion approaches ringside he casts that Superstar glare through the top of his trademarked shades towards the fan that held his night’s fate in the palm of his hands.
CUTIN: “Wow that was a chilling look from the champion,” Gordon observes.
CUTIN: “If you were a champion wouldn’t you be pissed if someone who could NEVER do what you do got to tell you how you’d be doing your job?!” Renton explains with his usual sway.
CUTIN: “Not if I was in the entertainment business.” Gordon counters.
Vince slowly works his way up the steel steps. He looks into the ring with a distain in his scowl a little more than usual. The Superstar steps through the ropes dressed ready for action. He straightens the titles on his shoulders once he’s back upright again. He then proceeds towards Trent and Hector.
CUEUP: ‘Perfect Strangers’ by Deep Purple
‘Whoosssssh’, the doors sound off as all cameras not nailed down spun towards the entrance. One lone camera remained on the champion(s) which caught the curl of his upper lip just before the arrival of his opponent for the evening. Again we cut back to the arena entrance as the challenger, who himself is dressed for battle, strolling out on the misty steel deck. The colored lights inlay-ed throughout the structure bounce around brightly behind and underneath Leroux as the challenger offers up a confident smile.
CUTIN: “What’s this peckerwood doing out here?!” Renton questions somewhat irritated.
CUTIN: Gordon responds, “If the champion has a right to be out here… then the challenger has those same rights!”
Leroux doesn’t pause, no he strolls down the ramp and straight over the ring barrier. The fans local to him each pat his back, shoulders and anything else they can get their hands on as the Cajun presses through. ‘La’Roo’, ‘La’Roo’ they chant each happily showing their support to the often aloof challenger.
Remy reaches ringside and hops back over the barrier. Usually Remy would have sauntered, usually he would have used this time to charge up the fans. Not tonight, Leroux stopped the procession dead in its tracks. Remy broke his usual mold to lock eyes with the nbW & Keystone Champion(s).
CUTIN: “You can feel the tension between these two men,” Gordon offers.
CUTIN: The disgruntled Renton responds, “Ain’t no tension on the champions’ end!”
The stare continues until Leroux slides in under the bottom rope never once taking his eyes off the champion(s). Remy quickly pops to his feet and approaches to well inside the champion(s) reach. Slowly, and very apparently Remy pulls back his full length trench revealing his own microphone.
Jacobs was first to spout off, “NOT A CHANCE! Not happening! You may have fluked your way into a showdown with greatness but there is NO WAY someone as beneath me as you has a snowball’s chance in hell of speaking until I’ve had my say!”
‘BOOO’ reigns down from the audience.
“Now look here ‘never was’ it’s no big secret that I am not exactly high on Boyle’s list of close personal friends,” Jacobs pauses rubbing his chin, “in fact dumber men than you Leroux can see this whole night is just one big ‘F’ me night but I didn’t get to be ‘The Reason there is a Show’ by having everything just fall in my lap so I’m game. I’ll defend MY title against you even though you clearly don’t deserve it. I’ll be the bigger… and better man and give you an up close and personal tour of those lights right up there,” Jacobs points to the rafters, “when I put your back right down there.”
‘BOOOO’ again was the chorus from the nbW fans as Jacobs pointed right to the feet of Trent McKnight.
“But there is NO WAY a precision athlete such as myself will EVER let some fan spin some rinky dink wheel to determine what kind of match I’ll be making YOU,” Jacobs extended right finger found its way to being within centimeters of the challengers’ face, “look good in.”
CUTIN: “That’s what I’m talking about! The champion is laying down the law baby!” Renton cheers.
CUTIN: Gordon quickly counters, “What?! This is obviously Vince trying to weasel his way out of defending either of his titles!”
“Eeewwww, OUI! Som’body please offah dis boi ah breff’ mint.” Leroux jokes to the amusement of the fans, “Ah mean sho’ chu could cee it as Ah ain’t got no bidness being in ah match wit,” Remy looks right at Vince, “how’chu put it, ‘Greatness’. Hell Supahstah Ah won’ eben posed tah be at SLAM! X. Ole Remy doh’ well he jus’ tend tah find his way where he needed.”
“Needed,” Vince replies off the microphone.
“Dat’s right… eN E E Ded. Cause cee Supahstah dah las’time Ole Remy made his way round dese parts Ole Flat Top needed ah friend an’ Remy were dere.” Remy pauses allowing the fans their time to pop for Spike’s reference, “ Dis time doh, dis time it eben worsah, dis time round som’ole city boi don’ lucked intah ah couple titles an… Oh Ah guess ‘chu already no’s bout dis one.”
‘La’Roo, La’Roo’
“Before this gets out of hand gentlemen, please let Hector flip the coin so we know what title will be up for grabs in the main event tonight.” Trent said in his microphone.
Hector looked at Vince who was not happy. He moved closer to Remy before holding the coin in his hand. Trent placed the microphone to Hector’s lips.
“Heads will be the NBW World Title and Tails will be the Keystone title.” Hector stated.
The fans erupted in cheers as Hector was ready to flip the coin. Trent asked Hector was he ready. Hector shook his head yes.
“Hector please flip the coin so we can find out what title will be defended tonight.” Trent said as SVJ and Remy looked on.
Hector threw the coin in the air as everyone in the arena watch the coin flip a few times before finally landing on the mat near the ropes. Trent and Hector walked over to the coin and looked down.
“Tonight ladies and gentlemen in this very ring, we will see Vince Jacobs defend the…”
Dramatic pause…
"… NBW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP.”
The fans erupted in cheers as Vince Jacobs stood in the ring looking pissed. He will be defending the world title tonight in a match that doesn’t have a stip just yet. Vince put his hand on the rope as the fans still cheered the announcement. Trent raised the microphone again.
“Now Hector will spin the wheel to see what type of match the NBW World Heavyweight Title will be defended in. Hector please spin the wheel.”
Jacobs walks over to the wheel and grabs the fan the hand.
“Now Remy, let’s be reasonable here. You know you have no chance in hell to beat me for the World title, so why don’t you just walk out of the ring right now and no one will think any less of you. Hell you are in the ring with a Living Legend so it’s understandable that you could get butterflies in your stomach before this match. Why don’t you let all these fans know that you will be taking your leave and you will not show your face in NBW again?” Vince said with a smirk.
Remy looked at Vince with his Cajun grin. He slowly pulled Hector away from Jacobs.
“So dah Supahstah is a’frad of lil ole Remy. Don’t dink I’m go’ing aneew’here. Let dis boi spin da weel an we can cee who be lookin’ at dah lights t’night.”
Remy pointed to the wheel as Hector and Trent went over to it. Hector grabbed the wheel and started to spin it to Vince’s dismay. Jacobs and Leroux watched the wheel spin around a few times before starting to slow down. The wheel continued to slowly pass, falls count anywhere, then submission match. The wheel continued as it slowed on ladder match as the fans erupted. But the wheel spun once more and landed on Steel Cage Match.
The fans erupted as Vince smirked.
“Tonight in this very ring Vince Jacobs will be defending the NBW World Heavyweight Title against Remy Leroux in a Steel Cage Match.” Trent said in the microphone as the fans continued to cheer. Both men stood in the ring looking at each other as Jacobs finally held the World title high in the air.
CUTIN: “Are you kidding me? A steel cage match for the World Title.” Gordon offers.
CUTIN: Renton responds, “This changes nothing. If you would have done your history, SVJ is at home in a cage match. I dare to say it’s one of his specialties.”
CUTIN: “We are going to head to commercial while we clear the ring and get ready for the main event.” Gordon says.
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Remy Leroux Versus 'Superstar' Vince Jacobs (c) World Heavyweight Championship Steel Cage Match |
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Back from commercial break and both men are standing in the ring as the steel cage that had been over the ring the entire night was finally being lowered as all the fans in the arena started to erupt. Both men looked up at the cage being lowered down.
CUTIN: “For everyone that is not aware about a steel cage match. There are no pinfalls or submissions in this match. You will by climbing out of the cage and both feet hitting the floor.” Gordon offers.
CUTIN: Renton responds, “That’s right you can climb over the cage or through the door.”
CUTIN: “This should be a very good match.” Gordon says.
CUTIN: Renton responds, “This is a setup. NBW is trying to get any one of those titles off of SVJ. He could lose his title by not even getting pinned in the match.”
The cage was finally lowered as both men looked ready in the ring. The referee signaled for the bell as the World Champion and his challenger made their way to the center of the ring. Jacobs smirked as he flipped Remy off. The Cajun’s temper was not reserved as he tackled Vince and started to pound on the champion in the ring. Vince tried to cover up to stop the onslaught by Remy continued. Vince threw Remy off but the challenger was like a rabid dog as he continued with the punches.
Remy stood to his feet and started to kick Vince in the midsection as the Superstar was on the mat. Remy stopped his kicks and reached down grabbing Vince by the hair. Remy shoved SVJ in the corner and started to nail him with right hands. Jacobs blocked a few shots but most got through. Remy looked out into the crowd as the fans were cheering the Cajun. They wanted anyone to take down Vince Jacobs, but it was an added bonus that it would be Remy taking out the double champion.
Remy grabbed Vince by the arm and whipped him into the opposite corner. Jacobs was still the wily veteran as he held on and reversed the move sending Remy ring back into the same corner that Vince was in. Jacobs quickly nailed Remy with a standing dropkick in the corner that staggered the challenger and caught the fans by surprise. Vince nailed Remy with a European uppercut in the corner as the fans jeered the world champion.
Jacobs hooked Remy’s head in the corner and rushed out of the corner with a running bulldog. Remy was on the mat as Jacobs now stood to his feet. Vince looked at the cage and started to make his ascension up the cage. He climbed up the ropes and started to scale the cage. Remy was slowly back to his feet. He saw Jacobs scaling the cage and he rushed over and grabbed Vince by the leg. Jacobs tried to push the Cajun off him but to no avail as Leroux was able to pull Jacobs down back into the ring.
Vince ell into the ring as Remy was back on the attack again with punches and stomps to Vince. Remy picked Vince up from the mat and drove him down with a quick DDT. Leroux was not done as he decided to do more damage to the world champion in the cage. Remy grabbed Jacobs and whipped him into the cage. Vince bounced off the cage and landed on the mat. Remy grabbed Jacobs again and this time threw him into the cage on the opposite side.
Vince held his head as Remy stood over the fallen champion. The Cajun dropped an elbow on Vince’s sternum. The champion rolled on the mat gasping for breath. Remy thought this was a good time for him to make his escape as he told the referee to open the door. The ref opened the door as Remy made his way toward it. He got near the door when Vince rushed over to him and nailed him with a forearm shot to the back. Remy stumbled to the ropes as Jacobs nailed him with clothesline that took him down.
Jacobs picked up Remy and hooked him in a front chancery. He picked him up and drove him to the mat with a Starburst. The vicious brain buster drove Leroux into the mat but Jacobs wasn’t done. He picked up Remy and pushed him back to the corner. Vince picked up Remy and set him on the top rope. Jacobs climbed to the top with Remy but the challenger tried to fight back with punches of his own. Remy and Jacobs were both teetering on the top rope but the challenger still delivered shots to Jacobs.
Vince held on but was starting to wobble on the top rope. But before Jacobs fell he jumped onto Remy and drove him down to the mat with a supercarrana. The fans erupted after seeing that move.
HO-LY SHIT!!
HO-LY SHIT!!
HO-LY SHIT!!
HO-LY SHIT!!
HO-LY SHIT!!
HO-LY SHIT!!
The NBW fans were excited as they watched these two men battling for the NBW World Championship. Jacobs and Leroux lay on the mat as the fans tried to get behind Remy to get him back to his feet.
RE-MY!!
RE-MY!!
RE-MY!!
RE-MY!!
RE-MY!!
Remy started to make it to his feet as Jacobs was up to his feet as well. Both men started to climb the cage. Jacobs swung at Remy and the Cajun swung back. These two men were fight on the top ropes trying to scale the cage. Leroux grabbed Vince by the hair and rammed him face first into the cage. Jacobs staggered still holding on to the cage. He then grabbed Remy’s head and slammed him face first into the cage. Remy held on to the cage as well. Both men still holding onto the cage but just barely. Leroux grabbed Vince and slammed his head into the cage again. This time Vince was hanging on by one hand.
Remy saw this and decided to take Jacobs off the cage with a clothesline. The fans erupted in cheers again as Remy and Jacobs hit the mat again but this time Jacobs got the worse of it. The Cajun was slow to get to his feet but he made it as he stood up and went for the ropes. He started to climb up the ropes to get to the cage. Jacobs still on the mat as Remy slowly made his way up to the top rope. The Cajun was now on his way to scaling the cage, trying to climb out.
CUTIN: “Remy is not that far from winning the World Title.” Gordon offers.
CUTIN: Renton responds, “This can’t be happening. Get up Vince.”
Remy was almost to the top when Jacobs saw what was going on. He sprinted up the ropes and hopped onto the cage. He jumped and grabbed head as the challenger was out of the cage and heading to the floor. Jacobs pulled himself up to the top of the cage with Remy. He grabbed the Cajun’s head and rammed it into the top of the cage. Vince pulled Remy back toward the inside of the cage. He hooked Remy in a front chancery at the top of the cage.
CUTIN: “Nooo… He can’t do this” Gordon offers.
CUTIN: Renton responds, “Yes, do it.”
SUPERPLEX FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE
HO-LY SHIT!!
HO-LY SHIT!!
HO-LY SHIT!!
HO-LY SHIT!!
HO-LY SHIT!!
HO-LY SHIT!!
Jacobs just brought Remy back in the hard way. Both men lay in the middle of the ring as the fans looked to see if either man is moving. Vince started to slowly move as he pointed to the referee to open the cage. Remy still lay on the mat as Vince crawled to the door. Remy finally saw what was happening as he turned and crawled toward Jacobs. SVJ got to the door and was trying to crawl out but Remy grabbed his foot trying to pull him back into the ring. Remy tried to hold on but Jacobs kicked at Remy in the face sending the challenger backwards. Jacobs crawled out of the door and touched the floor.
The fans erupted in jeers as Vince Jacobs raised his arm in victory as he as handed the NBW World Title. This night didn’t turn out well for the fans as they wanted to see SVJ finally beaten. Jacobs still is a double champion and still shows NBW why he is the Ratings Grabber and the best in the world today.
WINNER: By way of Escape, and STILL World Heavyweight AND Keystone Champion: 'Superstar' Vince Jacobs!
The Proceeding event was booked by the deranged yet creative mind of one Tom Ford, best known for running the IWO and his work handling High Flyer
The Keystone Championship was defended as a part of the NA Championship in an interpromotional match at F.A.T.E?
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