No Brand Wrestling Presents: SLAM! Episode XXIII
Live from Aspire Dome Hall 1, Qatar, Doha.
V/O - “Nearly Seven years ago a small-time promotion out of Reading, PA came to existence. Over the years superstars have debuted and grown, some have retired, and others are still around today. Owners have changed. Locations have shifted. But one thing has always stayed the same. The name. Three Initials that have survived through the thick and the thin.”
The NBW logo is shown as it fades in and out showing the various designs from past to present. The voice-over by Trent McKnight continues.
V/O - “Those initials represent the past, the present, and the future. No Borders. No Boundaries. No Bull. Nothing But Wrestling. Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to the NBW!”
A video package rolls showing past wrestlers and on-screen talent from the original promoter Alex Styles to Xander Napoli onto the current: Thaddeus Boyle. Three different men with three different agendas, all of which were responsible for the success that is NBW.
Shots of Jason Kain, Maximizer, Frost, Rey Campbell, Cal Roberts, Blake Gray, Rejection, Uncensored, Jade Greene and Alan Helms filled the screen before being replaced with shots of macWICKED, Ali Amore, Lunatic, D-T, Max Hopper, High Flyer, Sam Potright, Dream Warriors, Rik Bone, Callie Urban, Heaven and Hell, The Gordon Brothers, Andrew Martin, Mat Walton, William Arthur Reagan and numerous others as the clips speed up to a blur.
It all comes to a stop as the face of the Double Champion, World Heavyweight/Keystone Champion ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs fills the screen followed by the members of his Upper Echelon; Judasbleek, Warren Spade, and the new TFZ Champion Son of Malta.
They are soon replaced by the likes of Shawn Jessica Hart, Remy Leroux, Brock Metzer, Spike Saunders, Keegan, Torment, RaVage, El Dragon Loco, The Night Life USA, For The Win, former TFZ Champion Johannes Antonious de Castonovo, Supersquad, Zed, Family Keeling, and more as the clips speed up once more.
The NBW logo spins to life once more and fades out to the simple initials before the opening video for SLAM plays and then the initals return with the logo once more.
N.B.W.
Simon Starks Versus Zed
Shicksal had been a very good night for the Annihilator called Zed. NbW's Red Menace had gathered himself a new group and thanks to a little bit of interference the referee didn't see, he managed to finally snap his losing streak since being booted out of the Upper Echelon and was now out on his own with his own group dubbed the XYZ Affair.
Xiang, a former 4CW World Champion. Yulan, a young prodigy that Zed found during his most recent tour in the United States. And the leader, himself, Zed. He had another match and was looking to continue his newfound upward swing, getting noticed and promising to make an example out of the roster one man at a time.
“Ride The Lightning” by Metallica.
And as soon as the music hit, out came the newfound forced called the XYZ Affair in all their glory. Xiang had a silver suit to match his leader, as did Yulan, but the camera remained focused on their leader, Zed. The Annihilator continued to walk towards the ring with a purpose as the fans booed and his music faded out when he had a microphone in hand.
“At Shicksal, you all saw what happened. I defeated Mat Haddon in the middle of that very ring. I did exactly what I said I was going to do and I told you all how I was going to do it!”
Yulan started talking trash with a fan while Xiang remained silent, looking ready to hurt somebody at a moment's notice.
“Tonight continues my quest for respect. Week by week, my crew and I are going to tear through this roster until we've been given the respect that we deserve! No longer am I going to sit here and suffer in silence! Idiots like the Night Life USA... that overrated Family Keeling... and those punk bitches, The Upper Echelon. All of you. You're all targets now.”
He tossed the microphone casually to the side and climbed up the steel steps as he awaited his opponent.
“Point To Prove” by Theory of a Deadman.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 200 pounds... he is The Natural... SIMON STARKS!”
The 5'9” and 200-pound Simon Starks made his way out from the back and high-fived a couple of the fans on his way to the ring. He smiled and looked out to the crowd, giving him a respectable amount of cheers while Zed scoffed. He waited for Simon Starks to enter the ring and the spitfire climbed over the ropes, pumping a fist for the crowd. Simon entered the ring and waited to start the match as Zed was given back the microphone.
“Wait, wait, wait...” Zed looked at Simon Starks. The Natural raised an eyebrow. “...Starks, perhaps I've been going about this all wrong. I realize that you are not my enemy. You... you're just like me. You've been here for how many years? How many years, Starks, and absolutely nothing to show for it? You've been a loyal doormat for years to guys that aren't fit to carry your jock. And not to mention your abysmal career as one of the...” he held up his free hand to make air quotes. “...fighters in the defunct Fight Zone. But you can turn that all around. Join my XYZ Affair. Help us wage our war against this place and its disrespect of talent.”
Zed held out his hand, waiting for Simon Starks to accept it. The Natural looked out at the crowd, pleading with him to not do it. He turned his head...
HAAAAAAAAAAWK!
And fired a big gob of spit into the hand of Zed. The Annihilator went red in the face.
“Not smart.”
DING DING DING!
The fans cheered, but Simon Starks may have regretted his decision. Zed went right on the attack by burying his knee into the stomach of the Natural. He drilled him twice more and clocked him right upside the head with a stiff shot before pushing him backwards into the corner.
“YOU WANT TO EMBARRASS ME?! YOU WANT TO EMBARRASS ME?!”
Zed shouted before he fired off a few more knees into the chest of The Natural until the referee made him back away. He pushed him into the rope and whipped him across the ring, but Simon Starks used a little bit of fancy footwork and backflipped over Zed. The Annihilator turned around and tried to rush him again, but Starks slid underneath his legs and stood up behind him. When Zed turned around, he got POPPED in the face with a nice Dropkick!
He kicked the bigger Zed in the leg a few times and connected with some nice Forearm Smashes before backing him up in the corner. He ran off the opposite corner and stepped off before running right back and connected with a pretty STIFF Running Knee Strike to the chest, sending Zed tumbling forward to catch his breath.
The Natural had him on the ropes and the fans were on his side as he started to climb the ropes. Yulan had seen enough and started to walk over to Starks, yelling some trash at him, but Simon merely flipped him the bird. But the distraction was all that Zed needed to get his bearings back. Zed shoved him off the top rope, sending him CRASHING hard into the guardrail on the outside!
In an RVD-style spill, he hit the guardrail badly and crashed to the floor as Zed smiled inside the ring. The referee warned a swarming Xiang and Yulan to step away from the nbW veteran as he held his ribs in pain, still having much difficulty breathing. Zed rolled to the outside floor and the referee got in between the two men.
“Do you still want to continue, Simon?” The ref asked.
Simon nodded and let the fans know this match was still on.
So Zed pushed passed the referee and started to punch Simon Starks in the back of the head before rolling him back inside the ring. He quickly went for a cover.
ONE!
TWO- NO!
Simon Starks kicked out. Zed didn't like that, so he merely stood up and dropped a big Leg Drop across the chest of The Natural. A second cover followed.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
It was a closer two-count than before, but Simon Starks had enough in the tank to kick out early. Zed was taking his time, laying the beatdown into The Natural before he grabbed him by the head and rained down a couple of pointed elbows into his skull. Starks crawled around the mat, trying to get himself back up, but Zed ran off the ropes and came back to plant a big punt kick right into his sore ribs!
Starks wailed in pain, holding his ribs while Zed stood over him. He ran his boot laces off his face, attempting to give him a couple of rope burns. He picked up Simon Starks and whipped him across the ring and came back into a wicked Kitchen Sink Knee Lift, sending him tumbling back down to the ground. He followed this up with another quick cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR... NO!
Starks got the shoulder up again, but Zed almost didn't seem to mind. The man had a complete change since he was kicked out of the Upper Echlelon, showing much more of a mean streak and almost taking pleasure in dissecting his opponents inside the ring as he'd done with Mat Haddon at Shicksal.
He picked up Simon Starks again and lifted him up before dumping him to the ground with a pretty wicked Side Slam. He followed this up by slapping on a grounded Abdominal Stretch to try and work over the body he'd been picking apart.
“Do you give up, Simon?”
“No!” He yelled back to the ref.
Zed pulled away on the body and continued to torque and apply the pressure on The Natural as he twisted him around. He pulled him back and continued to work him over, using a free arm to deliver a couple of punches before applying a stomach claw. He may have been reaching into the early 80's for his current offense, but it was working and Simon Starks was being punished.
Simon started to show signs of life when the fans cheered him on as he threw a couple of punches with his other arm, trying to free himself. He threw some elbows as well, but Zed freed him quickly to deliver some more hard punches to the back of the head. The Annihilator continued to kick and stomp away at him violently before tossing him into the nearest corner.
He attacked the back of Simon Starks by ramming a couple of nasty Forearm Smashes into it and drove a hard shoulder, pressing down into his back. The referee gave Zed until the count of five to let go of the submission and he managed to get until four to do so.
Zed picked up Starks and set him up on the top rope to try and land a big Back Superplex of some kind. He climbed to the second rope and grabbed the near arm, trying to suplex him, but Starks held on for dear life to the top rope to keep from going over. Zed tried again, but the same result occurred. The Natural threw some hard back elbows into the head and continued to connect until he knocked Zed off the top rope. The Annihilator was still on his feet, but was dazed. He didn't see Starks coming off the top rope... MISSILE DROPKICK!
The Natural's ribs were still bothering him, though, and he was unable to follow up with his big move right away. He simply rolled over and hooked the far leg rather casually.
ONE!
TWO- NO!
He didn't have all the strength he could get on the cover, so Zed kicked out right before two. Simon Starks took a few deep breaths before pulling himself back up to his feet while Zed was trying to shake off the big kick. He turned around and was greeted with some Shoot Kicks to the legs as Simon tried to chop the bigger man down. He peppered him with a couple of nasty Chops to the chest and doubled him over with another low kick to the chest. Simon ran off the ropes and connected with a BIG Float-over DDT! He turned Zed over and hooked the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THR.. KICK OUT!
Zed kicked out at two and a half as Simon Starks frowned, thinking he had the match won. Xiang and Yulan were each watching intently as Simon Starks stood up again, begging for Zed to get back to his feet. He went to grab him by the head to go for some other kind of a DDT, but Zed lifted him up and DROPPED him hard across the top rope with a big Hotshot!
He was hit right in the bad ribs and tumbled over as Zed waited in position...
Z-NNIHILATED!
The Running Spear off the ropes connected perfectly and nearly broke The Natural in half. While he was crumbled over in a heap, Zed cradled the legs back and stacked him up for a pin as the referee counted.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
“Here is your winner of the match... 'THE ANNIHILATOR' ZED!”
Following a successful win at Shicksal, he added onto it with another dominating performance tonight, albeit with a small assist to an earlier distraction by Xiang and Yulan. The two cohorts of Zed entered the ring and watched as their leader had his arm raised by the referee. He snatched the arm away as now all three members of the XYZ Affair swarmed over the fallen Natural, who could not defend himself.
Zed lifted him up off the mat and both he and Xiang put him across the shoulders of the tall Yulan, who looked out to the crowd with a smile on his face...
THE GUT CHECK!
The Double Knee Fireman's Carry Gutbuster reduced Simon Starks into another quivering mess as he hit the ground. He was in pain and was left as Xiang now started to climb the top rope...
DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!
Right onto those same ribs! The fans cringed at the impact of his stomp from the top rope before Xiang rolled back to his feet. After taking a few free seconds to savor the damage they caused, The XYZ Affair's message had been sent loud and clear to the rest of the nbW roster.
One member of the roster at a time.
One Last One for the Road
“Good evening, Thaddeus.”
Xander Napoli smiled as he ducked his head into Thaddeus Boyle’s office before he stepped on inside followed by a gargantuan man with a dark blue cloak and beast-like mask, and a petite woman with a similar white mask.
“Congratulations with Shicksal. It seems it was a grand success and the Company is mighty pleased.”
Boyle sat straight in his chair and peered at Napoli with tempting thoughts of calling security on him for trespassing just to get rid of his sorry ass. But he did not.
“No thanks to you I am sure.” He smiled back at Xander whom seemed taken back by his gumption. “What do you want Xander?”
“Well your job, at least I used to. No, no tonight I just wanted to wish you best of luck with the show and tour. With any luck you won’t see me or my compatriots again, other than in Australia at Legacy of course.” He nodded as he caught the confusion look in Thaddeus’s eyes. “Oh, you haven’t heard yet? I apologize. I was sure you were up on the chain higher than myself. Most unfortunate that I am the one to inform you but my show will be having it’s own presence at Legacy. And like with all of our shows so far and the talent I have under this umbrella, they’ll steal the show.”
Boyle stood and stepped around his desk up to Napoli before the large masked man stepped between the two. Napoli waived him to the side however.
“Easy Mystery, not tonight. Thaddeus, I do wish you the best of luck. And as always anybody getting their paychecks signed by you are welcome to join up with me. Several already have, even some you wouldn’t have expected Thadman. But it is okay-“
“Stow it Napoli. What is your game really? I know you are up to something, so why don’t you just save me the trouble and expenditure of resources and tell me what that is? And what your Jason Kain and Uncensored masked assailants are doing here.”
Napoli stepped back with a loud gasp. “I must apologize my dear Thaddeus, I really have no idea what you are talking about. Now if you will not mind we will be taking our leave. Raven, Mystery we have a flight to catch. Until later Boyle.”
Xander Napoli turned and headed out the door as the two others followed suit leaving Boyle to step back around his desk and sat once more. His eyes focusing on his desk then to the computer as he contemplated how to deal with Napoli.
An Angered Colossus on a Monster Hunt
‘Spike-It-UP!’
As on cue the double doors part and out steps the massive colossus of the NBW, standing at seven foot three, he raises on arm to the air as he walks down to the ring and steps up on the apron and over the top rope. Brent Williams hands him the microphone he was using throughout the night which is graciously accepted.
“Good evening Qatar. Normally I would be out here in a giddy kind mood, but frankly tonight isn’t one of those nights. Tonight’s not a night where I joke about. You see tonight, tonight is one of those nights. Those nights where you feel that need. That need to do something extreme. To do something that feels right. Tonight what feels right to me, is to Fight!”
His arm explodes upwards with his fist closed as the fans cheer.
“So come on out Mister Mid-South monster. Fresh off your BIG win against me at the Pay per view. So come on Warren Spade. I’m here waiting.”
He waited but no sign or sound followed.
“Spade, come on. Look I’ll even make it easy for you so we can start where we left off at the pay per view kid.” He reached into his side pocket and withdrew a small bottle. He held it before his face then sprayed the contents at him. He re-pocketed the vial and looked back out at the stage and camera. His face covered in blood. “Here you go kid. Just how you left me. So come on. You want to be a fighting monster, you want to be the giant of the NBW and take me out; have at thee and get your fat ass down here now!”
No longer calm and cool he crushed the top rope in his fist as he clenched it and waited.
‘Master Passion Greed’ by Nightwish greeted the Colossus rather than TRUSTCompany’s own, which didn’t get a nice reaction from Saunders. At the stage stepped the walking Brickhouse, the man that has seemingly allied himself with Fenton Woods and Warren Spade, Tremoid.
“Spike, sorry to say but Spade has no time for you now. He beat you. Not just once either. So give it a rest. He isn’t coming out here.”
Tremoid, I don’t have time for your nonsense.”
“Oh Spike, if only you knew. You would have every waking moment attended towards my person. You may be focused on Mr. Woods and his giant, but perhaps your attention is to the wrong person?”
“What the hell are you babbling about?”
“Oh? Really now? You don’t know?”
“Tremoid…” he swung a leg over the rope and stepped out on the apron as Tremoid paced slowly down the ramp towards the ring.
“The big oaf really does not know. Amazing. Spike, you really should listen to what others tell you. I know you have a hard time with that though. A very close relative of mine informed me not so long ago about your nature.”
“Fine, if Spade isn’t man enough to come out here than you will do. Get in here.” He stepped back into the ring and stood at the center waiting as Tremoid drew closer.
“Spike, Spike, Spike. He always did say you had a short temper. But if you want a fight-“
He tossed the microphone to his feet and made a running dive into the ring to stand in front of the Colossus. Referee Ed Gates quickly slid into the ring and called for the bell.
Spike Saunders Versus Tremoid
Ding ding
Saunders met Tremoid head on with an explosive fist that sent him rattling back a few steps but Tremoid powered forward with all his bodyweight and bowled him over into the corner where he proceeded to rain down on him with lefts and rights. Saunders turned it around in his favor and whipped Tremoid across the ring into the opposite corner before running full steam into him with a massive body splash. Tremoid slumped down but when Spike leant down to pull him up he was grabbed and yanked downwards into the corner post.
The Brickhouse slipped around him and grabbed the back of Spike's head before delivering it hard down to the mat. The force shook the ring but when he went to drive his boot down into the face of the Colossus, he only got the mat as Saunders rolled to the side and tackled Tremoid back into the ropes where the two fought with their fists nailing each other's faces and chests until Tremoid was backed up into the corner. Saunders drove a massive left into his chest then proceeded to hit repeated knife edge chops to the fans admiration but Tremoid jacked his knee upwards into the gut and spun Spike into the corner where he proceeded to lay into him with the same gumption.
He kept up with the jabs and shots with his knees to the guts before choking him with both his hands around the throat, throttling him with all his strength.
Gates gave him the warning after a few moments of this on going and then forced him to separate or be disqualified. Tremoid goffed at the idea and stepped off but Spike exploded out of the corner with a stiff arm clothesline that nearly decapitated the man. He immediately leapt in the air and dropped the leg across the chest of Tremoid and then proceeded to pull him back to his feet for the finale.
Calling for it he scooped Tremoid up and over his shoulders then raised him high for the SPIKED but Tremoid put his thumb to the Colossus’s eyes causing him to drop free and from behind he took a field goal shot between the legs right in front of Ed Gates whom immediately called for the bell.
Saunders scraped at his eyes to regain his sight while Tremoid chuckled and patted his elbow before delivering it to the forehead. With a smile he grabbed him around his neck and wrapped Saunders’ own arm around for the Cobra Clutch before yanking back and setting him up for his patent-pending Chokedrop, but Saunders despite the lack of sight was able to power out of it and with a wild back elbow he sent Tremoid backwards into the ropes then delivered a massive Big BOOT that sent him careening over the top to the floor below.
The match was over, and with out a reason to continue Tremoid stalked around the ring and then back up the ramp where he picked up his microphone.
“I don’t have time to cater to these so called fans like you do. Like hell if they are going to get to watch this masterpiece physique school the rest of the locker room tonight. Spike, Warren’s a better man than you are, and a better giant. He’s got it all and you will see that soon enough. But only when he is ready to face you again. So quit crying to Thaddeus for a rematch and revenge. Take your loss like a man.Or else.”
Saunders leaned over the ropes gesturing at Tremoid to return to finish what he thought he may have started.
“Another time old man. Another time. But when you and I finally come to blows, if Spade hasn’t already knocked you into a coma like Jack Owyns is, your career will be over. That Secret you have held close to your heart for over the last two decades? That even your closest friends and allies, even your lovers have been left out of the loop on? Thanks to a relative of mine that you knew quite well, I too hold this secret close. And When it is all said and done Boyle will have no choice but to release you from the NBW effective immediately.”
Saunders gripped the ropes with a fierce stare at Tremoid, his eyes boiling from the rage he was ready to release. Tremoid meanwhile simply smiled up at him before turning and walking to the back. Spike pushed over the ropes and landed down on the ground before taking a sprint up the ramp and through the curtains to the back. Likely to ground and pound an arrogant son of bitch named Tremoid. Or route out the mid-south monster for a rematch.
Either way, one has to wonder what secret could be so closely guarded that could cause him to be fired on the spot when revealed.
Natural Born Winner
The opening chords of Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace hits the speakers as the lights in the arena turn off; Judasbleek proceeds to walk slowly towards the ring, ignoring the verbal abuse that Judas is receiving from the fans. The he walks around the ring and he continues on in the direction of the announce table Judas steps up onto the steel steps and enters the ring through the ropes. He ascends the top rope and points out at the fans before leaping off the turnbuckle and settling himself in the center of the ring. Judasbleek stands in the center of the ring while snatching a microphone from Brent Williams. Brent is less than happy about this intrusion but a quick glare from the Forgotten Son makes him back down.
Judas: Last week I was cost a victory because of the intrusion of a little bitch that goes by the name of Derecho.
There’s a mix of cheers and boos. A couple fans hate Derecho just as much as they hate Judas maybe of his employment with the rival company LoC.
Judas: I should have walked out of that ring with the biggest victory of my nBW career. Instead I stand here in front of you without the World Championship shot that I so rightfully deserve. I should be angry. I should be furious. But instead I stand here in front of you happier than I have been in a long time. Because last week I proved to every single person in the back, and every single person in the audience and especially to the higher-ups that I am no longer the fastest rising star in this company. No. I am already a star! And I am a man-made star! I did it with no help from Thaddeus Boyle, no handouts; I earned everything I have ever had. And do you want to know how I did that?
Judas: Because I am a natural born winner. Ravage knew it, that’s why he had to get his whore Matt Haddon to help him in are triple threat match. I saw it in his eyes when we stepped into that ring. He knew I could beat him just like everybody in the back knows that I can beat them! Because I am the star attraction of this company!
Judas takes a moment to calm himself.
Judas: Which is why I want to share my talents. Because you see there is so much talent in that back who just do not know how to take that next step. Which is where I come in, because I can help them take that next step? I can show them how to be a star like yours truly.
The crowd boos.
Judas: You see, the nBW fan base likes winners, and there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s perfectly natural to want to see the alpha male dominate. Especially when he is superior and a all-around great wrestler like me.
Once again, the crowd disagrees. Their boos do little to deter Judas’s comments.
Judas: But I’ll admit, it made me feel a little sorry for Ravage. Because let’s face it, he’s never going to be a superstar like me ever again. And do you know why? Because he’s a loser, but it gave me an idea. It showed me my true purpose. I am here to help people become more noticeable because if I can’t do it, then who can? So in the future I welcome any wrestler in the back to a match that has not gotten the opportunity to step in the ring with greatness.
Judas: The nBW needs a future, it needs people to headline shows alongside with the real star – me. So I’m going to help create those stars, I’m going to take people who haven’t reached their potential and I am going to turn them into headline acts. And what better way to do that than with the man who has been getting the short end of the stick since his debut in nBW, Ravage!
'Wanted Man' by Rev Theory interrupted the proceedings as the double sliding doors parted and out walked the human steam engine himself, RaVage. He thanked the fans for the ovation before taking a firm stance near the center of the stage with microphone held to his lips.
RaVage: "Judas, I will admit, like most others here, you brought your game to Shicksal. You showed a lot of potential against those other five men. I can even admit that you were the better man of you and I seeing how you were chosen to partake in that event even. I will even give you kudos for giving it your all. The Upper Echelon still won the night with or without you as Son of Malta won that match and SVJ then defeated him in the Main event. Either way you guys had the night. But kid, you have no right to call yourself a alpha male around here. Nobody wants to learn from your tactics in the ring. They want to learn from the best, not the broken. Not you, Judasbleek."
He shrugged as the fans jeered at the mention of his name.
RaVage: "See. Here is the deal though kid. You are right about one thing. I am not going to be the superstar you are ever again. Why? For one, I am a former multi-time World Heavyweight Champion. I am also a former multi-time Blitzkrieg champion and all out Savage of the Ring when it comes to that. The NBW has a lot of superstars with potential to rise to the top as the true face of the organization. Even you could one day kid."
RaVage: "But that day isn't now nor near in the future. But one day, sure. Now I have been propositioned by Xander Napoli in joining his waggon and hitting the trails with him and his NBW, but prompt let him know where to stick it as my home is here. You on the other hand could make a shining moment or two over there if you were to take his open offer."
RaVage lowered the microphone for a moment as he saw Judas fuming in the ring.
RaVage: "Truth is I am still young and revved up to go. And it sounded quite like you were challenging me to yet another rematch kid, and I accept. So you got your match and we'll do it tonight right here in Qatar even."
He grinned at the cheap pop that ensued before walking back through the double sliding doors to Rev Theory while Judasbleek angrily heads towards the ropes to exit as well as the nBW cuts to commercial.
Plazma Versus Khan
Standing in the ring already was the ferocious two-hundred sixty-five pound monster, the Beast From the East called Khan. He stood in the ring currently, pulling the ropes down and doing a couple of stretches. He was a former 4CW wrestler and with a big win tonight, he could definitely break out and get himself on the right track if he could beat his opponent.
Khan stood in the ring as the lights faded out and suddenly, the hub lights around the entrance started to pulsate several different shades of blue, purple, and yellow. The EpiCenter started to display names.
The names flashed repeatedly on the EpiCenter as the sounds of “Ready, Steady, Go” by Paul Oakenfold played over the speakers. The curtains parted and it was the towering member of the Night Life, the Energetic One called Plazma. Bouncing from one side of the EpiCenter entrance to the other, the fans cheered on the big man as he walked down to the ring and slapped hands with a few of the crowd members of the way to the ring.
Khan eyed the man with the bright and trippy neon green tights as he leaped over the ropes and stepped onto the middle rope, raising a hand to the crowd. He then turned his attention to Khan and locked eyes. He was a big, strong young man of twenty-three years old and a product of the P-Town Wrestle Factory. He was a great young talent with not too many singles matches under his belt, but now would get to wrestle and show what he could do.
The bell rang and rather than locking up with any kind of great technical master class wrestling, Khan got physical and kicked big Plazma in the gut. While Plazma had the height and reach, Khan may have been the stronger of the two. He elbowed Plazma in the face and tried for a suplex but Plazma elbowed him in the head and fought free from his grip.
He struck him with a couple more elbows into the corner and finally kicked him in the head, knocking Khan to the ground. Plazma started to pick up The Beast from the East, but Khan quickly kicked him in the gut and struck him with a big forearm shot to the back. He slapped on a tight front head lock and tried to keep Plazma grounded but the Energetic One got back to his feet and fought back with some big right hands to the face.
With a big grin on his face, he struck him with a right hook and a right and another right until he backed him into the corner. Khan came out of the corner and walked right into the grip of Plazma who grabbed him by the body and tossed him quickly overhead with a big northern lights suplex. Amazingly the six-foot seven bridged the move.
1...
2...
But Khan powered out and pushed him away. Plazma picked him up again and tossed him between the ropes, holding him in place. He got the crowd involved and pointed at a few fans.
“Somebody give me a number!”
He got a few shouts from the crowd who were yelling at him.
“I heard ten!”
He started to pound away at the head of Khan and the fans counted along with each shot.
“1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9...”
The Energetic One stopped while he was woozy in the ropes. He pointed out to the the crowd... “10!”
Khan had been punched silly in between the ropes and was stumbling around now while Plazma stood in the ring and waited for him to turn around. When he stood up it was Plazma that used the ropes to fly in and tackle him to the ground with a big slingshot shoulder block. Plazma went for another cover.
1...
2...
But Khan kicked out again at the count of two and shoved Plazma away from him. The biggest member of the Night Life USA picked him up by the head again and whipped him off to the ropes. Khan came back at him and kicked Plazma in the head when he ducked down too early. Khan went back to the ropes again and shot himself right at the NLUSA member, taking him with with a tremendous lariat.
Plazma was down now and Khan went on the attack with a series of stomps aimed right at his gut. He kept beating on him in order to wear him down and used the ropes to launch himself in the air with a slingshot elbow drop from the ropes to beat him down. He stepped on the ropes and jumped off them just as quickly to deliver a second painful elbow drop. He pulled Plazma away from the ropes and went for another cover.
1...
2...
No way!
Plazma kicked out, but the ferocious Khan went back to work and clubbed him upside the head. He pushed Plazma into the corner and let him have some more of that punch-kick-stomp action, beating him down in the corner as long as the referee's five seconds would allow him to.
Khan mean-mugged the crowd and roared loudly for the crowd in Qatar before going back to roughing up the Energetic One some more. He picked him up by the head and caught him with a series of Mongolian chops to the neck. Plazma had the wind knocked out of him with another shot to the breadbasket before he scooped Plazma up and dropped him into the mat with a big slam. He ran off the ropes and dropped a big elbow across the chest.
Instead of trying to pin him, he dropped another four elbows down across the chest of the Night Life USA's enforcer and pushed him to the ground before going for a cover.
1...
2...
But Plazma kicked out again and sent an angry Khan off the deep end. He was a little angry now and got back to his feet as he pushed Plazma back into the corner. He threw some hard shoulder thrusts into the chest and continued to beat down on him. He backed up a few steps and charged in forward with a big corner clothesline trying to crush him.
He fired a knee into his gut and whipped him to the opposite side of the ring. Khan charged in blindly, but Plazma got a big knee up and caught him in the side of the head. He ran and flew at him and connecting with a big enziguri kick.
The crowd was very impressed wit the athletic ability of young Plazma as he shot back to his feet and actually kipped to his feet. He raised a big arm to the crowd and was all fired up now as he waited for Khan. The Beast from the East got up and took a pretty sweet uppercut to the jaw.
Plazma ducked an attempt from Khan at a sledgehammer and came flying off the ropes with a clothesline that had lots of force behind it, knocking Khan to the ground. Shouting at the top of his lungs, The Energetic One waited for Khan to get back to his feet and when he did, he kicked him in the gut and caught him with a big dropkick. He turned him over and went for the cover.
1...
2...
But again, Khan kicked out and pushed him away. Plazma waited for him to get back to his feet and dumped him in the middle of the ring with a big short arm clothesline. With Khan down on the ground and Plazma ready and waiting, he jumped off the ropes and stopped. He raised his fists to the ground and he jumped into the air, crashing down on top of him with a spinning splash. The fans cheered for him as he hooked the leg.
1...
2...
Close, but no cigar! Khan kicked out as Plazma slapped the ground. He brought Khan back to his feet once again and tried to go for a suplex, but Khan elbowed him to the chest. The Beast from the East grabbed him by the body and wanted to squeeze him with a bearhug, but Plazma elbowed out of it and kicked him in the gut. He shoved him to the ropes and waited for him...
THE IONIC CHARGE~!
The running pump kick caught him right in the face and Khan was out cold. Plazma covered him and even counted along with the fans.
1...
2...
3!
Khan had put up a good fight, but was no match for the athleticism of the prodigy called Plazma as he stood up and had his hand raised in victory. The biggest member of the Night Life USA celebrated on the second turnbuckle with the crowd who smiled.
The crowd reaction suddenly turned sour, though. Not because of anything he'd done. But because from the crowd, he looked around and saw some very familiar faces.
Tony Sharp.
Aleczander The Great.
Johannes Antonious De Castanovo.
And the nbW Infamy Champion, Vic Gravender from the ring entrance with both Thomas Keeling, Sr. and Junior Keeling.
“My boy, Plazma,” Thomas Keeling. “It's a shame, it really and truly is. A man with your talents... a man with that skill at your age. Look at you. You're 23 and you're a big bull. You should be fighting with us and not spending time with those morons that you run with. Instead of spinning records with horribly repetitive techno music and thinking about what club that you're going to hit up, you could be training with the best!”
He gestured to the members of his stable.
“You've got an opportunity, Plazma. You can either join our group now. Sign a contract with us and become part of this fine group of talent. Tony Sharp is making a career for himself now. Aleczander The Great is a fine physical specimen with plenty of star power. JAC is one of the most dangerous men in either any ring, four, six, or eight-sided. And the man standing across from me... ask him how it feels to cut the fat from his life. He went on to become No Brand Wrestling's FIRST-EVER Infamy Champion!”
“Come on, Plazma!” Junior Keeling yelled. “You don't have to be running around with a bunch of techno raver retars who wouldn't know their asses from holes in the ground! Guys who treat this ring like their plaything instead of treating it with respect and dignity as we do here in The Family Keeling. You, my friend, have a lot of great physical attributes. Tall, strong, athletic and smart... that is, IF you agree to let us represent you. We promise that you shall not regret this if you join!”
Both Keelings now walked up the ropes and stood in the ring while the other members of the Family Keeling waited on the outside at the proceedings. The fans watching could tell that the gears were turning in Plazma's head with everything they've said.
“I want you to look at the facts, Plazma,” Thomas Keeling Sr. said. “You've been standing around in the background doing nothing while people like Techno Dragon have defeated Superstar Vince Jacobs and they're getting shots for the nbW World Heavyweight Title. Meanwhile, Polar and Hotstreak have gold. What do you have to show for it, eh? Nothing. Nothing at all. So join us. Make the right choice and forget those morons.”
Thomas Keeling, Sr. made Junior hand his microphone over to Plazma, who was still wiping some sweat off his head.
“You guys do bring up some interesting points, you really do,” Plazma told them. “Vic Gravender has some titles at his side and the nbW Infamy Championship that he beat 29 other men for. Tony Sharp and JAC are dangerous men and I know my boy, Aleczander, there is a member of the Night Life chapter in ACW. Good times, brotherman!”
He reached over and dapped fists with Aleczander on the outside of the ring. With a smile on his face, he laughed.
“And you guys... you guys have it all. Money. Resources. I get that. But one... no, two things that you guys don't have...”
Thomas and Junior looked at one another then back at Plazma.
“My respect...” Plazma said as the fans laughed. Then the young gun of the NLUSA smirked. “And there's, what, six of you guys here... and not a single one of you has any testicles! The answer's no, shitheads!”
He dropped the mic as the fans cheered. Junior Keeling was yelling at some women in the front row about the size of his testicles while the members of the Family Keeling were angry with Plazma's insubordination. Meanwhile, Thomas Keeling shook his head.
“Oh, Plazma. You disappoint me. You really do. You're young, talented, athletic... but my boy was wrong. You are NOT smart. But one piece of wisdom I can impart to you is this... is that business is a dog-eat-dog world. Business come and go. And in order for business to thrive... others have to go under. By not signing with us... you and the Night Life USA... you're all going under.”
One by one, the members of the Family Keeling started to climb onto the apron and had the big guy surrounded. Tony Sharp started to climb in between the ropes, Aleczander and JAC hit the ring...
But the members of the Night Life USA were in full force and slid into the ring! Techno Dragon paired off with Tony Sharp, Aleczander with Polar, JAC with Hotstreak, and Plazma with Vic Gravender. The foursome all started to brawl with one another as they fought all along side the ring.
The fight between Polar and Aleczander spilled out to the floor an the two men started to beat down on one another. While the Keelings exited the ring, the members of the Family Keeling and NLUSA continued to brawl as the fans started to watch the skirmish.
But out of nowhere, out came Kaylee who snuck up behind Junior Keeling and PULLED HIS PANTS DOWN! The fans laughed as the valet of the Night Life shoved him down on his ass. Quickly, she and the other members of the Night Life USA ran out of the ring and disappeared into the crowd, laughing the whole way up.
Junior Keeling was heated now and slammed a fist as he struggled to pull his pants back up and Thomas Keeling, Sr, watched the Night Life USA celebrate with the crowd.
It was clear that there was a war brewing quickly between the two factions.
And it was only going to get worse from here.
Why am I still here?
The scene faded in and the cameras are in the office of Thaddeus Boyle who is seen shuffling through some papers on his desk. He seemed a bit occupied with them when there is a knock on the door. Boyle looked up at the door as if the knock semi-startled him.
“Come in” proclaimed Boyle.
The door opened and there stood the man who became the sixth entrant into the rumble match on the Shicksal PPV, Derecho! Before Derecho could even say a word or step foot into the office, Boyle stood up from his desk.
“Come in! Come in! Please, have a seat!”
“Thank you”, replied Derecho
Derecho stepped into the office and pulled up a chair in front of Boyle’s desk. Boyle walked back around and took his usual seat.
“Now, let’s get straight to business. I extended a contract to you for a one-time invitation to appear at the Shicksal PPV, and by the way, amazing performance. Sorry you didn’t win, but sometimes that’s just the way things happen. Anyway, what I don’t understand is why did you fax me a signed contract for a full time position on the roster?”
Derecho took a moment and then replied.
“Am I not welcome here?”
Boyle quickly retorted
“Oh no no! It’s not that! You are a more than welcome addition to the roster, but the fact is, we’ve been reaching out to you for nearly two years now and you’ve, well, to be quite blunt, flat out ignored us or turned us down, so I was just kind of curious as to why now? What has made you decide that you would not like to be part of the NBW roster?”
Derecho cracked a grin.
“Let’s just say I have an…. “Interest” in your company, that’s all. There’s something here that I need to do and, obviously, the only way I’m going to get that done is if I’m here.”
Boyle scratched his head.
“I’m not quite sure what your goal is here, but I welcome you nevertheless. Since this is going to be your first televised event, I’ve decided that I’m going to put you in a match.”
“Oh? So soon?” asked Derecho.
“Well, you see”, replied Boyle… “ever since the Rumble Match, one individual wanted to go against you a second time. Let’s just say he was quite happy when he found out about you signing with us officially. So tonight, you will be going one on one with Techno Dragon.”
The crowd in the background cheers the match!
“Hmm… how cute”, replied Derecho… “I guess I better go get ready to have myself… a bit of fun.”
Derecho cracked his trademarked smirk as he stood up and excused himself from the office. After the door closed, Boyle muttered…
“An interest….”
Fade to black.
Judasbleek Versus RaVage
Brent Williams: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
The lights die down 'til the arena is completely dark. White smoke surrounds the entrance stage as 'Wanted Man' by Rev Theory blasts through the speakers. White and red strobe lights begin flashing at the stage as Ravage emerges from behind the double sliding doors. As his fans start giving him cheers, a spotlight appears on top of him while the lights in the arena are still out. He stands at the top of the entrance ramp.
Brent Williams: He comes from South Dakota, standing in at 5' 9' and weighing in this at 230lbs, please welcome… Ravage!
As dark red pyrotechnics explode all around him Ravage is suddenly sent crashing to the steel ramp way, having been charged into. From behind him emerges the Forgotten Son himself, Judasbleek appearing as the pyrotechnics die down. Judasbleek looks at Ravage getting up onto his knees, Judas sending a boot into the side of the Human Steam Engine’s ribs. Referee Tal Nedrick and ring announcer Brent Williams stand in the ring, unsure of what do. The crowd are in a uproar at the attack, hurling abuse, and other random crap, towards the Forgotten Son. Judasbleek doesn’t care, driving another boot into Ravage’s side sending him rolling further down the steep stage. Judasbleek bends down, picking up a half full drink that was thrown onto the ramp. Pulling the lid off of the plastic cup Judasbleek looks set to pour it on top of his short time nemesis but instead turns around and lobs it in the face of the fan that threw it.
Afterwards Judasbleek drives a third boot into the ribcage of Ravage , sending Ravage rolling to the bottom of the ramp, now lying a few steps away from the ring where Tal Nedrick is shouting at Judasbleek to stop the attack. Judasbleek simply shakes his head. The surprise ambush has given Judasbleek a useful opening to begin this match but he doesn’t look ready to settle with the damage as he has already achieved. Grabbing Ravage by the hair Judasbleek lifts him up onto his knees before throwing him back first into the edge of the ring apron. Nedrick exits the ring, screaming at Judasbleek to back off and get this match into the ring. Judasbleek, ever the professional, face palms Nedrick and pushes him to the ground.
The match still hasn’t even officially started so there’s little that Tal Nedrick can do but rise to his feet and start shouting at Judasbleek again. Judasbleek ignores him, grabbing Ravage and ramming him into the ring apron a second time. Holding onto Ravage by the back of the hair Judasbleek throws him head first into the steel steps, which shake with the impact. Judasbleek is far from done as he grabs Ravage by the hair again and proceeds to slam him head first into the steel steps not once but twice before letting him drop limply to the floor.
Tal Nedrick getting in Judasbleek’s face and warning him that if he doesn’t get in the ring then this match will officially be called off. Judas ponders the option for a moment, then picks Ravage up, slyly driving a knee into his ribs before rolling him into the ring. Judas follows, leaping up onto the ring apron and entering through the ropes. Tal Nedrick rolls into the ring and goes to check on Ravage to see if this match should even begin. Judas blocks him, telling him that they’re in the ring and that the match should begin. Nedrick, not wanting another shove, signals for the ring bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Unfair isn’t a word in Judas’s vocabulary though – advantage on the other hand is. And that’s exactly what he has as the ring bell signals the start of this match, Ravage lying at the Forgotten Son’s feet as he tries pushing himself up onto his hands and knees only for Judas to grab him by the hair and yank him onto his feet. Judas drives a forearm into the jaw of the stunned Savage and whips him into the ropes. Ravage bounces off and is far too out of it to do anything about the awaiting Forgotten Son who spins around in place and connects with a roaring elbow, dropping Ravage to the mat. The crowd is booing loudly but Judas doesn’t seem to care, shouting back at them that they were idiots to think this would be fair.
Judas doesn’t intend to let up on the beat down as he grabs Ravage by the back of the head, pulling him up to his feet and whipping him into the corner. Ravage collides with the turnbuckle back first and remains leant up against it, still unable to do anything to get himself back into this one following that heinous pre match assault. With Ravage propped up against the turnbuckle Judas walks over to him and, adding insult to injury, delivers a disgusting slap to the face, laughing as he does so. Judas drives a knee into the gut of the propped up Ravage who has absolutely nowhere to go, and isn’t really capable of going there if he did.
A second knee to the gut follows before Judas leans back, holding onto the top rope with both hands. Bringing a foot up to Ravage’s neck the Forgotten Son begins aggressively choking Ravage with his boot. Tal Nedrick intervenes, beginning his five count which if not adhered to would give Ravage the victory via disqualification. The count reaches four and Judas pulls his boot away. Nedrick gets in his face about his actions but Judas shouts that he has until five. The argument continues before Judas simply shakes his head and turns around where he is met by a surprising right hand from the Savage.
Judas’s argument with Tal Nedrick seems to have given Ravage the time required to gather his senses and launch a counter-offensive, however he is hurting. A second right hand connects with the skull of a stunned Judas, who is sent backing up towards the center of the ring. A third right hand hits hard and Ravage whips Judas into the ropes, hitting him with a big dropkick on the return journey. Ravage is on his feet immediately, roaring at the crowd who respond with a cheer. They may not still be sure on Ravage’s reformed character but they still want to see him beat the holy hell out of Judas, a task which he is only too happy to oblige. Ravage is looking winded and holding his ribs which were the focus of Judas’s early attack.
He needs to even the odds quickly, grabbing Judas and pulling him onto his feet. Ravage fires off a few punches before driving a boot into Judas’s knee, dropping him down onto one knee. Ravage runs the ropes looking for the enziguiri but it’s a move that Judas himself has used time and time again across his career and he can see it coming from a mile away. As Ravage brings his leg up Judas ducks under it and grabs Ravage’s other leg, yanking back and sending Ravage face first into the ring apron.
That position involves Ravage chest down on the mat and his left leg in Judas’s two handed grip. Everybody knows what is coming as Judas wraps his arms around the ankle and goes for the ankle lock. Having scouted it out Ravage pushes up with both hands and rolls forwards, sending Judas flying over him. Judas himself rolls through and both meet on their feet. Not wanting to lose the advantage he seemed to be building Ravage fires off first with a kick to Judas’s leg, followed up by an elbow to the side of the head. Whipping Judas into the ropes Ravage awaits a return that doesn’t come, the Forgotten Son managing to wrap his arms around the top rope and stop the forced momentum dead.
Ravage charges at Judas who uses the ropes to lift himself up vertically, his boots directed at the New Evolution’s skull. Ravage sees them just in time and ducks under it but Judas has another plan in mind, wrapping his legs around Ravage’s waist and pushing off the ropes, rolling through and taking Ravage with him. They end up with Ravage’s shoulder down on the mat, Judas’s legs keeping his arms from rising, and Judas sitting over him for the pinfall...
ONE!
TWO!
KICK OUT!
Ravage manages to get his right arm from beneath Judas’s leg, lifting his shoulder off of the mat, breaking the pinfall and pushing Judas back with his legs. Both men are up on their feet at the same time once again. Wanting to take this match down the technical route both men go in for the lockup. Judas uses his strength advantage to pull Ravage in through the lockup, turning it into a side headlock.
Knowing full well how easy such a move is to counter Judas follows up with a martial arts style throw, using his grip around Ravage’s head to flip him over and take him to the mat back first, the headlock still locked in. Ravage athletically brings his legs up and tries wrapping them around the throat of Judas. The move is successful and Ravage pulls down with his legs, forcing Judas’s grip to be broken. With the head scissors in place Ravage attempts to choke Judas out but he gets a hand in and breaks the grip, releasing himself, both men once again both scrambling for their feet.
Instead of something new Judas resorts to a tried and tested method, firing a vicious kick to the outside of Ravage’s left leg. A second kick follows, this time to the inside of the leg, as Judas looks to immobilize his short time enemy. He fires off a third kick, this time aiming for the already painful ribcage of The Human Steam Engine, only for Ravage to catch the leg and spin Judas around. Spinning three sixty Judas leaps up and slams a stylish kick into the side of Ravage’s skull, catching him off guard and unbalancing him. Ravage staggers away as Judas follows up with a jumping roundhouse kick to the skull, Ravage dropping to his knees, propped up by the ring ropes. Judas grabs hold of the kneeling Ravage, yanking him up into a front face lock. Hooking the arm over his neck Judas lifts Ravage up into a suplex position. He hangs him there for several seconds, letting the blood drain into Ravage’s head, before dropping backwards, planting Ravage to the mat with the suplex, Judas rolling over for the pinfall...
ONE!
TWO!
KICK OUT!
But Ravage gets a shoulder up, breaking the fall. Judas looks a little frustrated, sure that his pre match assault would have given him a bigger advantage than it has actually resulted in. Honestly, it doesn’t look like he has a lot left. He may have kicked out but the pre match assault, topped off by the damage done during this match, seems to be taking its toll and the longer this match goes on the more it looks like Judas has it won. Grabbing Ravage by the hair Judas drags him across the ring, throwing him into the corner in a sitting position. Judas walks to the other side of the ring, sizes Ravage up and charges forward, bringing his boot up at Ravage’s skull. Ravage manages to grab the bottom ring rope and pulls himself under it, Judas hitting nothing but the steel turnbuckle. Judas doesn’t have time to see Ravage reach for his foot from outside the ring, yank and drop him back first to the mat. Ravage reaches out for Judas’s second leg but the Forgotten Son has no desire to take a split legged trip into the turnbuckle and throws out a kick at the wrist of Ravage’s reaching arm.
The boot connects and while it doesn’t do any true damage it gives Judas enough time to push away against the turnbuckle, freeing his other leg from Ravage’s grip, and rolling backwards straight up onto his feet. Ravage goes to roll back into the ring, not caring about catching his breath and just wanting to get at Judas, but the Forgotten Son delivers a quick low dropkick that knocks Ravage straight back under the bottom rope and hitting the floor below. Onto his feet again Judas holds onto the top rope and jumps up and over them, flying through the air. Ravage looks up just in time to see the body of Judasbleek crashing on top of him!
ONE!
TWO!
As Tal Nedrick begins his ten count Judas pulls himself up onto his feet by the ring apron. He takes a second to a catch his breath before grabbing hold of Ravage and lifting him up by the hair. Ravage surprises him though, catching him off guard with a right hand to the guts, followed by a second punch to the skull. Judas stumbles back and Ravage throws off a boot to the gut before grabbing Judas by the back of the head and slamming him head first into the ring apron.
THREE!
Judas’s head bounces off of the ring apron again as Ravage releases him. Judas staggers backwards but is caught in the chest by a dropkick that sends him crashing straight into the security barricade. Ravage is on him immediately throwing out punches that Judas has no chance at blocking. Instead he throws out a boot straight into the ribcage of Ravage and uses it to push him back.
FOUR!
Judas quickly reaches his feet but Ravage catches him with a clothesline that sends both men over the security barricade and into the laps of some unfortunate fans. The two continue throwing out punches as the sitting fans quickly scatter to give them some room.
FIVE!
The two seem oblivious to Nedrick’s count and the fans and just keep brawling, neither man able to take the lead. Ravage manages to catch Judas with an elbow that sends his head bouncing against the concrete. Judas reaches out to it at the sudden burst of pain as Ravage uses the opportunity to get onto his feet.
SIX!
Ravage hears the count, looking up at Tal Nedrick in the ring. He seems conflicted both wanting to inflict further damage but at the same time wanting to win this match. Deciding that he can do both he goes to grab Judas but this turns out to be a bad idea as Judas spits through the slits of his mask a mouthful of soda into the eyes of The Savage!
SEVEN!
No, it definitely happened. Ravage stumbles backwards, trying to wipe the drink out of his eyes as Judas pulls himself up onto his feet. Judas throws out a right hand which connects with the still partially blinded Ravage . He goes to grab the bent over Ravage but receives an elbow to the rib cage that stops him where he stands. Ravage pushes him back and charges forward...
EIGHT!
But Judas ducks down, sending Ravage flying over his shoulder and back first into a pile of set up chairs where the fans had been sitting just moments ago!
NINE!
Judas looks up at Tal Nedrick then at Ravage and laughs. Leaping over the barricade Judas sprints to the ring, sliding in just before...
TEN!
DING! DING! DING!
Nedrick has no choice but to call for the ring bell as Ravage remains lying amongst the pile of chairs. A concerned fan tries to check on him but security quickly pushes him away. Inside the ring Judas demands Nedrick to raises his hand, celebrating like he just won this one fair and square.
Brent Williams: And your winner, as a result of a count out, The Forgotten Son... Judasbleek...!
The crowd floods the arena with boos as Judasbleek drops to his knees, head in his hands acting like he just won the World title. His head raises, Judas laughing like a mad man. He points at his head indicating his genius. Then a thought seems to pop into his head as he glances at the announce table area. Dropping to the mat he rolls out of the ring and walks over to Brent Williams. A simple movement of the head tells him to move as he grabs his chair and folds it up.
Judas slams the chair against the floor, seemingly checking its sturdiness, before making his way over towards the security barricade fully expecting to find Ravage laid down amongst a pile of chairs. The crowd begins to cheer as Judas turns the corner only for Ravage to suddenly leap up onto a stood up chair, onto the security barricade and up into the air, hitting Judas in midair with a spectacular flying clothesline! Judas is sent to the ground while Ravage lands on his feet. Grabbing the chair that Judas just dropped Ravage indicates for Judas to stand up.
With his back turned to Ravage Judas gets onto his feet. He turns around and Ravage swings the chair. He only hits air though as Judas ducks under it and, not wanting anymore of Ravage tonight, runs for the security barricade and leaps over it, sprinting through the crowd. Ravage is furious, throwing the chair on the floor with a thud as he screams at Judas to come and face him like a man. That isn’t in the Forgotten Son best interest however and he continues walking through the crowd and up the stairs of the arena, turning only once to flip the bird to Ravage.
Judas exits through one of the mid arena doors. Ravage stands, hands on hips, on the outside. The crowd cheers him for his efforts here tonight, truly wanting to see him deliver a beating to Judas . It may not have been his night here but one thing is for certain, the war between these two men has at least one more battle left in it for sure.
No Comment
Backstage, Trent McKnight was standing by outside the locker room of the Upper Echelon, waiting for any signs of somebody to come through the door to get some kind of scoop.
“Greetings, Knight Watchers. Earlier, you guys saw me get a word in with Judasbleek regarding his match earlier tonight. We're here just outside the Upper Echelon's locker room and we're trying to get in a word with one of their members. Superstar Vince Jacobs has a huge match-up with The Family Keeling's Tony Sharp for the nbW Keystone Championship. We're just ab...”
Knight turned around when he heard the door pop open and the towering form of “The Monster of the Mid-South” Warren Spade was there to greet him.
“Uggh. You again. What the hell do you want?”
Trent turned around.
“Well, Warren, earlier tonight Spike Saunders challenged you to another match after his skirmish with your Fenton Woods' new associate, Tremoid. Will you be accepting his challenge for another m...”
Trent stopped when a big palm gripped the microphone tightly. The Monster of the Mid-South looked down at McKnight and let out a gross, hot breath.
“Fenton isn't here, so the words will come straight from me... No. I do not accept Spike Saunders's challenge.”
“But, War...”
“But nothing, short-shit!” Warren scowled. “Me and Spike Saunders? We're done. I beat him twice now. Once in a no disqualification match some months back. Then I beat him again in a first blood match.”
“Um...” Trent stammered. “...the vial?”
“What vial? There was no vial. I hit the Trample on Spike Saunders, I pounded his face into dog meat and I beat him and proved who exactly was the best big man in No Brand Wrestling. The referee's decision is final. If he has a problem with how the match went, he should lobby a formal complaint to Thaddeus Boyle. I'm moving on with my career and will continue to help the Upper Echelon become the dominant faction in professional wrestling.”
The interviewer nodded as Warren Spade released the microphone from his grip.
“Besides... he won't be here long enough to challenge me again... Tremoid and I will make sure of that...”
Before Trent could ask him to elaborate the door was slammed in his face. Trent McKnight was not a stupid man and knew that was the universal sign that the interview was over.
Adam Faulkner Versus Gazi
It was just a few weeks ago when Adam Faulkner came up short in his bid to become the new nbW Infamy Champion. He came up with the idea to face his former tag team partner, and the current champion, Vic Gravender, in a ladder match that saw them take the battle to each other for almost fifteen minutes. Much punishment was had and much brutality was seen, but in the end, it would be Vic Gravender retaining his championship.
And what made the match worse was following the conclusion, Adam Faulkner was attacked by two mysterious masked strangers, hitting a tandem 450 Splash off the top rope and crushing The Innovator of Impact below them. But now here he was with an opportunity to start over. Adam Faulkner vowed that he was going to rebuild his nbW career and get started off on the right foot.
“Beat Down” by Downstait.
The arena became dim and pockets of the crowd were lit up with blue spotlights shining all around. And when the opening chords hit the speakers, out came The Innovator of Impact himself! With a new look of determination and wanting to move on with his career, he was still smiles as he got to slap hands with some of the fans on his way down to the ring. He showed no trepidation despite not knowing too much about his opponent as the Qatar crowd cheered on.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! First, making his way to the ring, from Sacramento, California, weighing in at 241 pounds…THE INNOVATOR OF IMPACT… ADAM FAULKNER!”
Adam Faulkner greeted some of the fans in the front row before climbing up the steps. He wiped his feet on the ring apron as was his tradition, then climbed into the ring and waited patiently for his opponent to make his way out.
“Spitfire” by The Prodigy.
It was music that was unfamiliar to the crowd, but when the curtains parted, a man made his way out. A man of Pakistani heritage with black spiky hair and a red, black, and white design for his tights with “SPITFIRE” across the sides. He walked to the ring with a very cocky smirk on his face as he approached the steps. He climbed up the ropes and stood on the top rope before using the ropes to do a cartwheel INTO the ring!
“And his opponent… hailing from Stoke-on-Trent, England, weighing in at 175 pounds… he is “THE SPITFIRE” GAZI!”
The man called GAZI entered the ring and looked at Adam Faulkner, not impressed with the former American indy wrestler. Adam Faulkner had a size and height advantage over this kid, GAZI, but that meant nothing when your opponent had the element of surprise.
DING DING DING!
Faulkner and GAZI circled up and when Faulkner tried going for a tie up, GAZI simply rolled to the side and popped right back up to his feet. With a confident smile on his face, he waited for Faulkner to try and lock up again.
GAZI finally went for a lock up and Faulkner went for a go-behind, locking him up with a Waistlock to try and power GAZI down. The Spitfire quickly reversed it and turned it into a Standing Armbar, twisting the arm of the Innovator of Impact. He tried forcing the Innovator of Impact to a knee, but Adam reversed that hold and turned it into a tight Hammerlock. He continued to twist and pull on the arm, then maneuvered him into another armbar.
GAZI quickly twisted his arm and rolled forward, using the momentum to twist it back around into another Hammerlock of his own! GAZI was very quick and technically sound, this much the fans could see. But Faulkner had been doing this a very long time and decided to take this to be a little bit more physical. He twisted him around and drove a couple of Elbow Smashes into his face before tossing him to the ropes. GAZI rolled right over his back on the rebound and when Adam Faulkner turned around…
CRACK!
A NASTY shot echoed loudly and the fans groaned from the impact of a modified Thrust Kick used by GAZI that took down Adam Faulkner in one shot! He did a mock bow for the booing crowd in attendance, who didn’t like his attitude as he pulled Faulkner up. Faulkner had been completely caught off-guard by the shot and fell victim to a pair of nasty kicks to the legs that stunned him quite effectively.
He tried whipping Faulkner to the ropes, but Faulkner reversed the move and grabbed onto GAZI, lifting him up before DROPPING him with a modified Flapjack in the middle of the ring!
It was now time for Adam Faulkner to bust out some of his own signature offense as he waited for GAZI to get back to his feet. He grabbed The Spitfire and ran off the ropes before coming back over to the side and connected with a big shoulder tackle that knocked him down. He waited for him a second time and came running off the opposite side, hitting a Flying Back Elbow Smash to the face.
GAZI was on the ropes now as Adam waited for him to get back to his feet. When The Spitfire did so, he caught Faulkner with a knee to the gut. He put a leg on the back of his head and snapped backwards, taking Adam Faulkner over with a quick Headscissors that shot him over to the corner.
When Faulkner was recovering from his dizzying tumble, GAZI pointed to the corner with the intent to dole out some more damage. He ran full speed ahead, but Faulkner quickly jumped into the air and caught GAZI with a pair of knees to the face! GAZI took a tumble and Adam Faulkner quickly went for his first cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR… NO!
GAZI got the shoulder up. Adam Faulkner picked him up by the head and whipped the Spitfire into the ropes. He grabbed onto GAZI and went for a simple Hip Toss, but the Innovator of Impact turned that move over into a modified Hip Toss into a HUGE neckbreaker! The fans cheered on Adam Faulkner as he turned him over and went for a second lateral press.
ONE!
TWO!
THR… KICK OUT!
GAZI was showing his toughness and kicked out of the ingenious maneuver by Faulkner. GAZI rolled away and used the ropes to try and pull himself back to his feet. Adam Faulkner drilled him with a couple of big rights and ran off the ropes to try and charge at the Asiatic Wildcat. But GAZI had other ideas, though, and backflipped, simultaneously kicking Faulkner in the face AND landing on his feet on the ring apron!
GAZI took a moment to try and collect himself, but didn’t have much time when he saw that Adam Faulkner recovered quickly from the kick and came charging. When he saw him coming, he slingshotted himself THROUGH the first and second ropes, Dropkicking Adam Faulkner’s knee! Faulkner came crashing onto the ropes so GAZI did one more spectacular aerial move, connecting with a Slingshot Leg Drop to the back of the head!
The sequence of moves was very impressive by the Asiatic Wildcat, but he was still not caring for the crowd around him and hopped back into the ring to take another mock bow for the crowd. He quickly pushed Faulkner down and went for another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR… NO!
Adam got the shoulder up, but GAZI was showing a little more ruthlessness now as he began stomping the chest of Faulkner, stomping him several times until the referee finally told him to back off. When he did so, he took on the referee’s count, only to catch Adam Faulkner in the face with a second STIFF kick that shot him back into the corner!
The Innovator of Impact was now on dream street, not sure of wherever he was as GAZI made his way over to the corner and continued to deliver a painful series of stomps to the head. Again, he was ordered to back way from Adam Faulkner off in the corner. He played up the four count, then went in again, but Faulkner fired up a big kick to the chest.
GAZI had the wind knocked out of him, but stopped when Faulkner was pulling himself back to his feet. He came charging at Adam, who shot him over the ropes with an attempted Back Body Drop. GAZI landed on the apron, though, and pulled yet another kick out of nowhere, CRACKING Adam in the back of the head with a modified Enzuigiri from the apron!
While Adam Faulkner was stunned, GAZI climbed to the top rope and flew off connecting with a big Front Missile Dropkick that landed right under the button! He turned him over and hooked both legs for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR- KICK OUT!
Shockingly, Adam kicked out, which made GAZI a little bit angry. He picked up Adam Faulkner by the head and pulled the Innovator of Impact back to his feet before trying for some kind of a Suplex-style move. That failed and Adam was too heavy for him to try it. When GAZI tried a second time, that failed as well.
When the suplex didn’t work, he went low and caught him with a Spinning Kick to the chest to double him over. He ran off the ropes and connected with a big Forearm Smash, but Faulkner bounced into the ropes and came back with a STIFF Uppercut to the jaw that had him rocking!
GAZI was woozy now as Adam Faulkner got back to his feet and started to play to the crowd, who were responding in kind for the nbW favorite. He waited for GAZI to get back to his feet and when he did, he lifted him up HIGH into the air before bringing him back down with a big Inverted Atomic Drop. GAZI was in pain and couldn’t defend himself from the next move, which was a Discus Palm Strike that SMACKED the taste out of his mouth!
The Spitfire was rocked as he stumbled back to his feet and couldn’t defend himself from Adam’s next move when he came off the ropes and connected with a Flying Headbutt attack to the face! He turned him over and now that he was fired up, he let out a scream before going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR… NO
GAZI kicked out, but now the Innovator of Impact was back on the trail. He waited for GAZI to get back to his feet and when he did so, he threw a knee into his chest. He lifted him up for some sort of a Scoop Slam, but GAZI went low slipped behind him. When Faulkner turned around, he went for a kick, but GAZI grabbed the leg and stepped over to deliver a HARD Spinning Wheel kick to the face! Faulkner was down and now GAZI went for the cover, hoping to score a big win!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE… KICK OUT!
It was a very close fall, but he was unable to secure the victory. He decided now that he had enough and went to grab him by the head again and tried for another variation on his kicks, but Faulkner blocked the shot by grabbing his leg and pulling him in for a tight Clothesline that turned him inside out. When he was dizzied from the blow, Faulkner saw his opportunity coming and ran off the ropes…
GLOWING SORCERER!
The badly named, but effective Step-up Enzuigiri variation of the Shining Wizard caught GAZI in the back of the head and knocked him down to the ground. Faulkner saw his opportunity and grabbed GAZI by the arm, twisting him around and grabbed him by the arm. He pulled the leg and twisted them around together, twisting him into a great submission that he called…
TWIST AND SHOUT!
The submission attempt now had him trapped in the center of the ring with nowhere to go. GAZI tried to muscle himself over to the ropes in the face of the modified submission, but his opponent had too much size over him. He reached out and reached out, but had nowhere to go.
TAP TAP TAP!
GAZI tapped with his free arm until Adam Faulkner let go of the submission. He fell backwards against the ropes and was sure that he’d have to check if he had a busted tooth, but he was proud to get back on the winning track.
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH…“THE INNOVATOR OF IMPACT” ADAM FAULKNER!”
Adam Faulkner had his arm raised by the referee, proud to have scored himself the victory for tonight, putting himself back on the winning path. He celebrated with the crowd…
CRACK!
…It was Shicksal all over again. Just like after his match with Vic Gravender, he didn’t see either of the masked assailants coming as they tackled him to the ground. The men, decked out in Uncensored and Jason Kain masks, began to beat down Adam Faulkner.
The crowd booed as the fists rained down upon him. They continued to kick and punch away at Faulkner, trying their best to break down the Innovator of Impact. He fought back and got in a few lucky shots on one of the masked men, but that was all he would get. The other masked assailant caught him with a brutal Superkick to the face.
He was down and out now in the middle of the ring as they dragged him over to the corner. They nodded to one another and just like they did at Shicksal, they climbed to the same corner and carefully positioned themselves at the top…
TANDEM 450 SPLASH!
Two at the same time connected and crushed Adam Faulkner with over four hundred pounds of combined weight, easy. The two men managed to stand up again as the crowd booed the tag team. One of them asked for a microphone and got one. They pulled off their mask…
MANE MIAATE.
MARK MERCURY.
MYTH AND LEGEND.
And the crowd booed some more for the former nbW and 4CW tag team as they stood over the fallen body of Adam Faulkner, trying to get his air back after it had been robbed of the stereo 450 splashes from the top rope. Mane ducked low and faced him while Mercury pressed a boot down into his throat.
“WWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEE’RRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE BAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!”
The crowd started to boo them some more, but Miaate handed the microphone over to Mark Mercury.
“Oh, come onnnnnnnnnnnn, you know you missed us, guys! But seriously… Mark and Mane back in this bitch. No Brand Wrestling tried to move on without us. Got a bunch of new guys. Tried to replace us, shuffle us out for scrubs like this guy…”
Mercury threw a kick into his chest for good measure to Faulkner, who was still hurt.
“But no more. We made an impact at Shicksal and this is going to continue. Me and Mane are going to keep doing this every week. We’re going to keep turning heads and make people realize exactly who we are. We’re The Men! The Myth… And Legend!”
The team of Myth and Legend tossed the microphone down and quickly walked back up the ramp, leaving Adam Faulkner to be attented to by one of the EMTs. Miaate and Mercury smiled as they disappeared back behind the curtains.
Shady Tactics
We cut to the backstage area where, moments after obtaining his shady victory over Ravage, Judasbleek walks through the emergency door to be met by Son of Malta and Warren Spade. Son of Malta embraces Judas with a shoulder hug while Warren Spade pats him on the shoulder in celebration. Judasbleek doesn’t get a moment to himself though as NBW’s premiere backstage interviewer Trent McKnight walks up to him, microphone in hand.
Trent McKnight: Judasbleek, can I get a quick word on your match?
Initially Son of Malta and Warren Spade step in front of the Forgotten Son, blocking Trent McKnight. Judasbleek moves them both aside with a cocky demeanor about him.
Judasbleek: Of course Trent McKnight. What is a superstar without a captive audience?
Trent McKnight: Um... okay, thanks. I wanted to get a word on the dirty tactics you used to defeat Ravage.
Judasbleek: Dirty tactics? I didn’t use any dirty tactics out there. Did you guys see dirty tactics?
Both Son of Malta and Warren Spade shake their heads.
Judasbleek: No, you didn’t. Nobody saw any dirty tactics out there because there wasn’t any to see.
Trent McKnight: But...
Judasbleek: No. What you saw out there was the beginning of just another evolution in the future of NBW that you all know and love. What you saw out there... was pure judgment by yours truly.
Trent McKnight: judgment?
Judasbleek sighs loudly and rubs the back of his neck. He looks back at Trent McKnight, disappointed in his lack of knowledge.
Judasbleek: Yes, judgment. I don’t expect somebody like you to know what I am talking about. I don’t expect all of you pathetic people out there to know what I am talking about. You have yet to be enlightened, unlike my friends here. And therefore I will give you the knowledge that you all need. You see, in 1667 a man by the name of John Milton wrote an epic poem entitled Paradise Lost. It is considered, for those of us with the intellect to understand its verse, one of the greatest literary works in the English language. Now, do you know what this poem is about?
Trent McKnight goes to answer into his microphone but Judasbleek grabs his wrist and pulls the microphone back. He gives Trent a look that tells the reporter that he wasn’t done talking.
Judasbleek: It is, in Milton’s words, a way to justify the ways of God to man. But more importantly it is about the fall of man. You see, when I step into that ring I want my opponent to know that it isn’t just a match. It is a judgment by a man with far greater intellect and far greater skill than they could ever hope for. I want them to know that when they are wrestling me I am judging to see whether they are worthy to stand by my side, and then when I decide they’re not, I will execute the Eleventh Plague Driver and watch them fall from the graceful standing they have achieved just by being in the same ring with me.
Trent McKnight: So what you’re saying is...
Judasbleek: What I’m saying is that you should be grateful, because very few get to be in my presence this long without getting hurt.
Trent McKnight takes the microphone back slowly, a little put off by Judasbleek’s glare.
Trent McKnight: What about the controversial way in which your match started and finished?
Judasbleek: Well what can I say, really? When you’re me, you need a little controversy. Because that’s what gets people talking. And man do I love it when people are talking.
Trent McKnight: So it’s just a way of getting some attention?
Son of Malta: Judas doesn’t need attention.
Son of Malta suddenly interrupts, pushing in front of Judasbleek and getting in Trent McKnight’s face. Judasbleek pulls him back, his glare causing him to control himself.
Judasbleek: No. It’s a way of getting ratings. You see Thaddeus Boyle is always talking about how it’s all about ratings. How viewers bring opportunity. So I’m giving him exactly what he wants. I’m putting asses in seats and eyes on television screens. Every week people buy tickets and watch Slam because they want to know what amazing and controversial thing I’m going to do next. I’m the star attraction, the king of controversy you might say, the one and only Judasbleek and that’s why the Upper Echelon are successful. Do you understand that?
Trent McKnight: Well...
Judasbleek: No, do you understand? Because wouldn’t it be controversial if I let Son of Malta gouge your eyes out on national television?
Trent McKnight glances at Son of Malta and realizes that she is more than willing to carry out Judasbleek’s threat.
Trent McKnight: Yes, I understand.
Judasbleek: Good. Now if you’ll excuse me and my friends we have other business to handle.
Judasbleek walks off, leading Warren Spade and Son of Malta away from a disturbed Trent McKnight.
Polar and Hotstreak (Nightlife USA) Versus Creede Brothers
Dynasty Tag Team Championship Match
The members of the Night Life USA called Polar and Hotstreak were easily riding a wave of momentum that saw them carry all the way through two victories over the previous champs. The current nbW Dynasty Tag Team Champions had just come off a very successful first defense, defeating not one, not two, but THREE... count 'em, THREE tag teams in order to retain the gold!
Tonight, they wanted to prove their worth as fighting champions, so they decided to put them on the line against any team that wanted a shot. It would be the team of Ace and Spade Creede aka The Creede Bros who would take them up on that challenge. Complaining to Thaddeus Boyle earlier on in the day, they pleaded that Shicksal was a fluke and that the fall should not have counted. When asked why, they simply replied that “because they're a bunch of gays, that's why.”
So now, Polar and Hotstreak were putting their titles on the line one more time against The Creedes.
The camera found itself going to ringside where the ring announce, Brent Williams, was getting ready to call the tag team match.
“This Fire Burns” by Killswitch Engage played out the two brothers parting the curtains. The bell rang to let the rabid Qatar crowd know that the titles were on the line in this one. Ace and Spade Creede both walked to the ring with purpose as they took in the jeers from the crowd. To their credit, they did have a technical victory over the nbw Dynasty Champions, coming up on the winning end of an eight-man tag on the last edition of Slam! But that was then and this was now. The Creedes both talked strategy and the like as they prepared for their opponents.
The challengers each stood in the ring as the lights faded out and suddenly, the hub lights around the entrance started to pulsate several different shades of blue, purple, and yellow. The EpiCenter started to display names.
The names flashed repeatedly on the EpiCenter as the sounds of “Battleflag (Space Raiders Mix)” by Lo Fidelity All-Stars played over the speakers. And the crowd gave a very big round of applause to the twins of the Night Life, Polar and Hotstreak. The two identical twins parted the curtains and posed for the many flash bulbs all for the fans in Qatar. They bashed the Dynasty Tag Team Titles together before heading on down to the ring, dressed in their ring gear. They had on the BRAND NEW NIGHT LIFE USA HOODIES~! Which were selling like hotcakes.
Polar and Hotstreak were going it alone tonight, as they usually had for their tag team matches. They tapped the titles together before handing them over to the referee. Ace got into Polar and Hotstreak's faces and started talking trash as the referee stood in the middle and raised the gold into the air. And with the sound of the bell, it was now on like Donkey Kong.
It was going to be Hotstreak starting things off with Spade Creede and the two men circled up quickly. Spade made the first move and wasn't wasting any time with any technical wrestling tonight. Instead, he caught Hotstreak low with a knee to the gut and immediately dropped a couple of hard elbows into his head.
He continued to chop the chest of The New Hotness and tried whipping him across the ring. Hotstreak reversed that quickly and sent him flying off into the corner. Hotstreak measured him up and charged in with a running type of move, but Spade got the elbow up quickly and caught him under the jaw. While Hotstreak was down, Spade smiled.
“Those titles belong to us, asshat!”
He ran off the ropes and went for a decapitating clothesline, but Hotstreak ducked and when Spade came flying back, he caught him in the gut with a hard knee that sent him tumbling. Spade stumbled back to his feet and Hotstreak decided to take it to the mat by snapping him over with a headlock takeover. He kept him down with a headlock for mere moments before Spade squirmed his way out and threw a couple of fists to the chest of Hotstreak to free himself.
Ace cheered his brother on from the ring apron as Spade decided he'd try and best Hotstreak. He had him trapped in a tight headlock of his own, but Hotstreak rolled forward and sent Spade flying to make him release his grip. Spade climbed back to his feet and tried for another running back elbow, but Hotstreak ducked, then doubled him over with a thrust kick to the stomach.
Hotstreak went to work and whipped Spade off into the corner and followed up his attack with a flying elbow smash in the corner. Spade was staggered and walked right into the oncoming Hotstreak again, who FLOORED him with a hard running clothesline that turned him inside out. The fans cheered him on as he went and hooked both legs of Spade.
1...
2...
But no! Spade kicked out. It seemed that something had lit a fire under the Creede Bros tonight and they were dead set on making it out of Qatar with the Dynasty Tag Team Titles. Hotstreak continued his attack by grabbing Spade by the head and tossing him hard into the turnbuckle face first. He smashed his face into the buckle as the fans started to count along.
1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!
The fans were enjoying the match as Spade was slumped over. Hotstreak tossed him backwards and started aiming for another attack, perhaps trying to put away the match early, but when he came running, Ace grabbed him by the leg from the floor to keep him from doing anything more. Hotstreak straight up kicked him away and sent Ace flying away...
But walked right into the grip of Spade, who grabbed him and fired him across the ring with a big T-bone suplex. Polar grumbled from his corner and protested Ace's interference, but wasn't listening. He was watchign the groggy Spade pull Hotstreak up by his hair and tossing him to the corner of the Creede Bros. He lifted him up to the top turnbuckle and set him down in a tree of woe position. While Hotstreak hung there in peril, he was easy pickings for Spade to lay down the boots.
The camera cut backstage quickly to a couple of interested parties watching the match going on. It was The Family Keeling members Aleczander the Great and Johannes Antonious de Castanovo, who were both watching the match with a vested interest.
The referee counted to five, but he stopped booting him right before the count concluded. While Hotstreak still hung there, he tagged in Ace and watched his smaller brother climb to the top rope...
DOUBLE FOOT STOMP~!
Quickly, Ace hit an amazingly brutal maneuver, hitting a diving double foot stomp while Hotstreak had been trapped in the tree of woe. The fans gasped the impact as he moved Hotstreak away from the ropes and tried to get the win!
1...
2...
Polar to the rescue! The tag team champion saved his twin brother from getting pinned by the devastating maneuver, but now the referee was forcing him back over to his corner. Meanwhile, both of the brothers and challengers to the titles were putting the boots to Hotstreak quickly on the other side of the ring. Ace jumped to the top rope and waited for Hotstreak to get back up while Spade waited in the corner.
When he came around, he flew off the ropes and connected with a flying hurricanrana. He shifted the cover right into another pinning predicament.
1...
2...
But Hotstreak kicked out at two. Ace was a little bit angry and elbowed Hotstreak in the face a few times. He held him in place while tagging in his brother. Spade climbed into the ring and ran forward, connecting with a big kick to the face.
With Hotstreak stunned now Spade put the boots to him and ran off the ropes before hitting another running kick to the face. He picked up Hotstreak by his hair and sent him into the ropes. Unfortunately for him, he telegraphed it a little too much and went for a back body drop too early. Hotstreak made him pay by sliding to the ground and catching him with a jaw-cracking uppercut to the mouth.
Spade Creede stumbled back to the ropes as Hotstreak bounced off the ropes to get some momentum for another big move. But Spade was still coherent enough to catch Hotstreak and spike him down with a ring-shaking spinebuster. That could do it right there and he was about to go for the win.
1...
2...
Two and three-fourths, but not three!
It was very close, but Hotstreak found a way to kick out of the hold. Spade pulled Hotstreak back to the center of the ring and turned him over, slapping on a Boston crab to try and weaken the back that he had been softening up the last couple of minutes.
“Come on, Hotstreak, you can do this!” Polar shouted at his brother.
“No, he can't, I'm gonna break him in half!” Spade yelled.
He was holding his hands out in pain, but didn't show that he was going to tap out just yet. He still had a slight strength advantage over Spade Creede, so he was going to try and make it off to the ropes. He crawled and made his way towards the the ropes and was almost there...
Almost...
Little more...
And made it! He did make it, but Spade Creede held onto the submission still until the referee started to count again. He rode the count till four and let go. He picked up Hotstreak, but Hotstreak fired back with a couple of hard right hands to the face. He jabbed him in the face before climbing back to his feet. He tried for some kind of a DDT on Spade, but he was just a little bit quicker and turned him around, dropping him in the ring with a quick neckbreaker.
He picked him up and pulled him back over to the corner before tagging in Ace again. The brothers both whipped Hotstreak over to the corner and Spade whipped Ace at himn, hitting a corner cross body. Ace slipped over the ropes and waited on the apron as Spade ran forward and caught Hotstreak under the jaw with a big back elbow.
Hotstreak was at the mercy of Ace and Spade now as Ace started to climb to the top turnbuckle again, waiting for Hotstreak to turn around. One half of the Dynasty Tag Team Champions did turn around and saw Ace flying at him, so he caught him in mid air and turned it into a MASSIVE spine-jarring powerslam.
The Creede Bros had been wrestling a very solid game tonight, but Hotstreak capitalized on just one mistake and now made Ace pay for it. Ace was crawling over to his brother while Hotstreak made the crawl over to Polar, who had yet to tag into this contest.
Both Spade and Polar got tagged in!
Polar ducked under a clothesline from Spade and he came back off the ropes to connect with a big shot of his own. When Spade stumbled back to his feet in a daze, a second running elbow shot to the head caught him in the nose.
Polar was poised and ready for another attack as he came charging at Spade. Spade Creede tried for a big boot, but Polar ducked and jumped to the second rope, flying backwards with a big springboard back elbow that sent him tumbling!
Now on complete fire, which was kind of weird considering that was kind of Hotstreak's forte, Polar was now on fire and in complete control. Hotstreak was still pretty groggy from the beating that he'd taken, but climbed into the ring anyway and helped his brother. He whipped Polar acrosst he ring where Spade was stranded and came flying at him with a big knee to the face. After the big blow hit, he pulled him to the middle of the ring and went for the cover.
1...
2...
No way!
Spade kicked out right before three and he was utterly shocked. But he had to keep on trying. Polar picked him up by the hair as he and Hotstreak were now both waiting. He tagged in Hotstreak and the twins picked up Spade in a fireman's carry as Hotstreak ran off the ropes, the twins hitting a tandem samoan drop/neckbreaker combination. After the spectacular combination of moves, Hotstreak hooked the legs once again.
1...
2...
And this time, it was Ace Creede to the rescue of his brother, saving himself and keeping their tag team aspirations alive. Polar saw enough and jumped back into the ring and decked Ace Creede in the face with a flying forearm smash to keep him out of the fray.
Hotstreak and Spade were the legal men now as they waited for him to get back to his feet. Spade doubled him over with a kick and tried for a back suplex, but Hotstreak was able to get back out and grab him with a cobra clutch into a backbreaker that he called THE BURNOUT~!
With Spade Creede down and out in the middle of the ring, he tagged in Polar who started to climb the top rope. Ace Creede tried to get back into the ring, but Hotstreak ran interference and clocked him with a running single leg kick to the face. With the path clear now, Polar looked out to the crowd and smiled before he jumped...
THE COLD SNAP~!
The big-time diving splash with lots of hangtime to spare had the crowd completely wowed. Polar hooked the legs of Spade and kept him down and out.
1...
2...
3!
The brothers did it! Despite the Creede Bros stepping up their game tonight and putting on possibly their best performance in some time, The Night Life USA members Polar and Hotstreak were just a little bit better on this night.
The twins were handed their Dynasty Tag Team Titles, their second successful defense in consecutive showings. They tapped the tag team titles together again as a sign of respect before they each took a turnbuckle and celebrated with the crowd, capping off another successful defense.
Again, the camera cut backstage to the Family Keeling members, Aleczander and JAC, watching and studying. Clearly, they had title aspirations of their own. And with the tag team division heating up, Polar and Hotstreak had an even bigger target on their backs.
Saying So Long
Cause I'm reckless, goddamn son of a bitch!
I'm reckless
‘Reckless’ from Papa Roach piped through the arena sound system as all eyes focused on the arrival of the GM of the NBW, Thaddeus Boyle. He casually walked down to the ring and up the ring steps and stepped on inside. Brent Williams handed him the microphone before leaving the ring.
“Good evening. I am out here tonight to unfortunately pass on some bad news. At least news that saddens myself and nearly all the men and women that are a part of this grand organization. A man of great stature and legacy in NBW is leaving us. In fact tonight is his last night with the NBW. I wanted to take this time to publicly thank him for all of his years of service alongside his former colleague Terry Renton.”
Thaddeus smiled as the fans cheered him on.
“Marc, why don’t you come on up here and give a final farewell speech in front of all our fans here and worldwide watching at home.”
Marc Gordon removed his headset and walked around CJ and Melissa before stepping up the ring steps on inside the ring. After exchanging a handshake and brief hug with Boyle he accepted the microphone from him to speak.
“Thank you Thaddeus. I can not say how much it means to me. It really does sadden me to take my leave but I think it is indeed time to retire. Return home and spend time with my family. Maybe open up a Barbeque shop even.” He smiled as the fans cheered. “It means a lot to hear that from you guys. And Thaddeus, Thank you. Out of all the bosses I’ve worked under I must say you have been the most enjoyable and I thank you for that. And for not replacing myself and Terry when you took over. For that I also thank you.”
Thaddeus nodded before leaving the ring and heading back to the back to leave Gordon with the spotlight.
“I won’t say I am leaving forever. NBW has become a second home of mine. Heck I’ve been here more than I’ve been back at home even. For now however I will transition ahead with my life. Maybe settle down even. Charlie, and Miss Vanderart, I may have just met you two tonight, but I can tell the booth is in great hands. Thank you.”
The two nodded from the announcers booth while the fans started a heart-warming chant.
‘THANK-YOU-MARC!’
Clap Clap
‘THANK-YOU-MARC!’
Clap Clap
Gordon smiled and soaked it in. The final night he would be standing in that very spot and listening to the fans go wild.
‘THANK-YOU-MARC!’
Clap Clap
“Thank you Marc.”
Every soul in the arena turned their heads to the entrance way where the voice had come from. Making his way slowly down to the ring was the masked freak shrouded in the black cloak everyone knew by now- Torment.
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you much Mark.”
He continued as he stepped up on the apron and over the top rope to stand in front of Marc Gordon.
“Tell us, are you leaving out of fear? Are you afraid of getting any older that you may croak next to the ring?”
Gordon shook his head and backed a few paces.
“Relax, nobody is going to hurt you.”
Regardless though Gordon continued to step out of arms reach.
“Tell us, what is running through your mind as you stand before Torment? As you stand here and advocate your position next to the throne? Are you ruled by your Fear or are you seeking relief at the end of your shortening string?”
Torment stepped closer to Gordon whom simply stepped back until eventually he was cornered with no where to go.
“Tell us, did you know that in Ancient Egypt the Sun depicted Light while the Moon represented the Darkness? Consciousness in the Light, but Unconsciousness in the Darkness. The sun would rise in the morning, all would turn towards it, the sun would praise all with its’ light spreading forth a sense of warmth, life and of course light.”
He waves his arm across the air in a large arc until bringing his fist back down to his open palm.
“Then change. Shadows begin to fall and lengthen. Darkness comes. The souls of all deal with their innermost urges and temptations. And There are many. There is once more no hope as their eyes attempt to peer through the dark veil. Now tell me Marc, do you know what is contained within that Darkness? That lies behind the thin veil of light?”
Gordon shakes his head as Torment leans in closer to him.
“Tell us then, for one whom is truly of the light, after spending decades entertaining the masses and remaining in the upper graces with the light. Tell us, what happens when they are engulfed by what they Fear?”
Again Gordon was speechless and Torment stepped back.
“They too become one with the Dark, Gordon.”
Torment raised his knee into the gut of Gordon as the lighting in the arena went to darkness. The fans raised their cell phones in the air to give a spreaded dim lit view of the arena. Torment had Gordon raised high above his head for the Tormented Powerbomb. Then ‘Hero’ by Skillet suddenly hit the speakers amidst the darkness and the dim rays of light surrounded and followed ‘The Innovator’ Matt Haddon as he rushed down to the ring and slid in.
Launching himself into the back of Torment causing him to drop Marc Gordon. Haddon immediately laid into him with a series of high-profile kicks to the midsection and ribs before capitalizing with a swinging neckbreaker. He vaulted over Torment’s body and hit the corner posts, leaping off with his pin-point accurate elbow to the sternum however Torment rolled out of the way in the nick of time and gathered himself outside the ring.
Finished for now, Torment walked around the ring and vanished into the darkness while the fans attempted to get a good combined ray of light off their cell phones to his location but settled on checking back on Haddon.
Matt helped Gordon to his feet and raised his arm high just as the lights returned. Lending his shoulder, he assisted Marc Gordon out of the ring and back up the ramp aisle before the two stopped at the top and Marc gave one last final wave to his family and vanished through the double doors along side Haddon.
Thanks to Matt Haddon’s quick save, Gordon would be returning to his hometown walking, rather than in a wheelchair or worse.
Derecho Versus Techno Dragon
The arena clamored with excitement. It had been announced earlier that Derecho was now officially part of the NBW roster and right away, he had answered the challenge of Techno Dragon, someone who wanted a little more of Derecho than what was given to him during the Six Man Rumble match.
“One Reason” by Fade
The arena darkened and dimmed to a deep red hue as the music cued up. Derecho stepped out from behind the curtain to a relatively positive reaction. He made his way down to the ring where he climbed up onto the apron and then stepped inside. Derecho ascended a turnbuckle in the corner to soak in the reaction from the crowd before the lights returned to normal and the music faded away.
“Battle Flag” by Lo Fidelity All-Stars (Remix)
The crowd popped as Techno Dragon made his way out from the backstage area. Dragon darted down to the ring where he slid in under the bottom rope. He headed to the corner where he played to the crowd who returned a positive response. Dragon hopped down and loosened up as the referee called for the bell.
DING
Derecho and Dragon encircled each other and then quickly locked up. Side head lock by Derecho, but Dragon reversed it into a hammer lock. Derecho reached back and flipped Dragon over with a snapmare, but Dragon quickly got back to his feet and charged at Derecho. Derecho side stepped as Dragon headed toward the ropes. Dragon rebounded off the ropes as Derecho telegraphed a back body drop, but Dragon rolled off the back of Derecho and quickly hit a leg sweep that dropped Derecho onto his back.
Front flip leg drop by Dragon, but Derecho sat up and avoided it
Derecho quickly to his feet with a stiff kick to the seated Dragon’s chest, but Dragon leaned back to avoid it.
Dragon with a school boy roll up as Derecho was caught off guard!
One….
Two….
Derecho kicked out of it. Dragon when to pick Derecho up, but Derecho used his arm to sweep the legs of Techno Dragon. Cover by Derecho.
One….
Two….
Dragon kicked out of it. Both men got up to their feet and came to a face to face stare down to a round of applause from the crowd. Derecho and Dragon circled each other once again and again they locked up. Derecho with the go behind into the waist lock. Dragon charged into the corner and brought Derecho with him. Dragon clenched the turnbuckles and hit a pair of back elbows to the side of Derecho’s head. Dragon then leapt to the middle turnbuckle and hopped backwards where he landed on the shoulders of Derecho.
The momentum caused Derecho to stagger back a few steps. Dragon then spun and hit a Frankensteiner which caused Derecho to fly face first into the middle turnbuckle pad. As he laid there, Dragon went to the opposite corner and gained a running start. Sensing an impending impact, Derecho moved out of the way and Dragon abandoned his plans for a flying elbow attack and leapt back to the middle turnbuckle pad to avoid collision with the corner.
Derecho hit a forearm to the lower back of Techno Dragon and then placed him in an inverted fireman’s carry. Derecho went to flip Dragon in what looked like a Burning Hammer, but Dragon landed on his feet and nailed a well-placed knee to the stomach of Derecho. With Derecho bent over, Dragon leapt to the middle rope and hit a springboard drop kick that planted both boots into the side of Derecho’s skull. The impact sent Derecho not onto to the canvas, but of the ring and to the floor!
Derecho staggered to his feet as Dragon got a running start and then flipped over the top rope with a Tope Con Hilo and took Derecho out as the crowd erupted in cheers at the high risk maneuver!
Dragon staggered to his feet and then rolled Derecho back into the ring. Dragon slid in and then made a quick cover with Derecho’s right leg hooked deep.
One….
Two….
Derecho kicked out.
Dragon pulled Derecho back up to his feet and hit a knife edge chop across the chest. He hit a second one which woke Derecho up because Derecho answered it with a knife edge chop of his own. Dragon retaliated with another chop, as did Derecho, but Derecho hit a third on in rapid succession which momentarily stunned Dragon, but Dragon fought through it and answered with a kick to Derecho’s chest! Dragon threw another kick and another, but Derecho sucked it up and went for a lariat, but Dragon ducked underneath. Derecho quickly grabbed the arm of Dragon as he turned around and whipped him into the corner. Derecho got a full head of steam, but Dragon moved out of the way which caused Derecho to hit the turnbuckles chest first. Derecho staggered back a few steps as Dragon hit a drop kick from behind. Derecho then leaned against the corner as Dragon got a head start and nailed a flying elbow to the upper back of Derecho!
Derecho turned around and slumped in the corner. He looked up only to see Dragon charging back in with a running knee strike to Derecho’s abdomen. Derecho fell into a seated position in the corner as Dragon hopped to the middle turnbuckle pad above Derecho’s head and then bounced off, swinging his feet right into Derecho’s face with a rebound drop kick!
Dragon then pulled Derecho out of the corner and then motioned for the Stardust Press! The crowd hit their feet as Techno Dragon ascended the turnbuckle pads!
Right as he was about to take aim, Tony Sharp came out from the crowd and hopped the guardrail! Sharp got up on the ring apron and got into the face of Techno Dragon. Dragon motioned as if he was asking “What the hell” at Tony Sharp.
Derecho took this opportunity to recover and charge the corner where he grabbed Techno Dragon through the legs and forced him off with a massive powerbomb! Seeing the results, Tony Sharp hopped off the ring apron with a huge grin on his face!
Dragon was slow to move after the massive impact of that powerbomb and Derecho smelled the blood in the water. He pulled Dragon up to his feet and then hoisted him onto his shoulder.
A Forever Reminder!
Derecho then made the cover and hooked the leg.
One….
Two….
Three!
The crowd gave a mixed reaction as “One Reason” lit up the arena speakers once again. Derecho looked down at Techno Dragon as the referee raised his hand in victory. Derecho then slowly backed away from Dragon and exited the ring and headed toward the back.
The Talking Stops Here
In Doha, Qatar, where my mate Keith reckons Sepp Blatter, the Fifa President, is hiding, you could hear chatter in all kinds of languages. Time to end that with some in-ring patter, eh?
Where Do Gangsters Go...
I think this man may be the right candidate to do just that.
Keegan walked out to a great reception, waving to the capacity crowd and adding another nation to the ones he's already competed in over the course of virtually two decades. He didn't seem happy, there were no smiles and why would there be? He hadn't won The SIX in Germany and who had? Son of Malta. Of all the people, it had to sting Special K.
He climbed through the ropes, the noise growing by the second, as he called for a microphone, neglecting to pose and apparently poised to get down to business after clearing his throat.
"Ah, Qatar."
The wily old fox knew how to work the crowd and with a lazy-sounding greeting he still managed to elicit a huge cheer, cheaply in a rich man's country.
"I'm impressed with what I've seen. It's not what I'm used to and who would've thought a working-class bum like me would one day talk in a Millionaires' Playground? I'm humbled to talk to everyone though and everyone's been so nice since I got here. Thank you very much.
"However, I'm not out here to be nice. To you, yes. But other people, not so much, I'm afraid."
Keegan paced purposefully, gathering his thoughts: "Once again, the critics are there. I can hear them in my head: He talked a good game, but he didn't back it up and to make matters worse, the guy he was going to get, ended up winning. I don't need to read websites, internet forums to gain insight into the fans' minds. I've been doing this long enough to know what they think because I think like them. I'd look at me and think the same thing. No one was more disappointed with my performance than myself. NO ONE."
A ripple of applause was greeted by a nod from the Newcastle native: "Here I am again, nothing to show for it and going nowhere fast. But in Europe, I declared war on a group of individuals and I don't own a white flag so I'm not going to be waving one anytime soon.
"Before we get to Australia, I'll be getting up close and personal with Upper Echelon."
He absorbed the positive response, head down, and then looked up again: "You see, I've had enough of the jibes, the sniggers, the fact that you injured Ali Amore, my apprentice and one of my best friends in the business. I haven't forgotten these things and to add insult to his injury, Vince Jacobs decides to no-show Britain because it's where I come from. Vince, you might profess to be 'Your God' but you're certainly not mine son and I take objection to your
disgraceful behaviour and lack of professionalism.
"What it's shown to me is that you're not going to bring the fight to me and that's fine. I'll come to you instead. You're the champion, you don't need anyone and you're not in a hurry to defend your precious belts but I'm pissed-off no one's managed to prise one of them away from you and if nobody's done it by the time we head Down Under, I'll come and take the two titles from your snotty, smug, smarmy ARSE."
This was more like it: "Son of Malta and Vince Jacobs contested their own Love Parade in Berlin. How touching. Son, you've done well for yourself and I won't take that away from you. What I will take away from you, somewhere down the line, is your confidence and pride. You've beaten me twice now, I'll admit that, but very few people get the final word with me as you know only too well. I AM NOT A MURDERER as you and your pimp Jacobs think but I will kill his title reign and your momentum if given a half-chance.
"On this tour, the promos will stop. The action will start. I know people like to hear me talk but now it's time for them to see me walk. I can wrestle AND fight and now is the time to show it. I'll live and die by my words and if I can't get the job done, I'll be gone but I'll die trying to avenge Ali and restore pride to nbW. On the second half of this tour, all of you are going to find out first-hand why they call me Special K. Goodnight."
The Yardstick threw the microphone to the ground and received a fantastic farewell from the Doha inhabitants. They'd heard him talk but other countries on this, the official World Tour, had been served notice: He was going to walk the walk.
But you know what they say...
Don't run before you can walk.
Was Keegan taking on too much by declaring war on UE? Was he being too mouthy, as usual?
Asia and Australia, get your tickets now to find out.
'Cold Steel' Tony Sharp Versus 'Superstar' Vince Jacobs
Keystone Championship Match
“Bullet With A Name” by Nonpoint.
The lights in the Aspire Dome Hall 1 in Doha were swirling brightly. A visual spectacle of blue laser lights pulsated with the opening riffs of the music until the curtains parted. And out from the back.
“I NEED YOUR ATTENTION!!”
…Came the shrill voice of none other than Junior Keeling.
“I HAVE THE KNACK OF DOING THIS TO PERFECTION. GIVE IT UP FOR AND PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE THE GREATEST AND BEST MEMBER OF THE SIX AND THE NEXT NBW KEYSTONE CHAMPION…
TONY SHARP!”
With a smile on his face, Tony Sharp parted the curtains. The 6’6” and 264-pound native of Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada parted the curtains. He shook hands with Junior Keeling before walking down to the ring all by himself. Dressed in black wrestling tights, the man called Cold Steel walked down to the ring with a purpose as he took in the hatred from the fans. The purpose tonight was to walk out of the ring with the Keystone Championship from the two time Keystone champion, Vince Jacobs.
Showing no emotion still, the man called Cold Steel stepped into the squared circle and waited in the corner for the champion to come to the ring. The jeers from the fans grew louder as…
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"
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 one after the other.
Pro Wrestling's Phenomenon - The Icon - The Living Legend – The Ratings Grabber- The Reason there is a show – THE ONLY DOUBLE CHAMPION IN THE NBW!!
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!
The champion stood on the stage and looked out into the crowd. The fans were jeering loudly as Jacobs held both arms out soaking it in. He was holding one championship in each hand as he walked slowly down the ramp smirking at Matt Haddon in the ring. It was going to be the biggest night of this kid’s life and he knew it. Jacobs slowly made his way to ringside and stopped at a sign that said “SVJ for President.” Vince smiled before giving the woman who was holding the sign a kiss on the cheek. Vince rolled into the ring holding both his titles high in the air.
He handed both titles to the ref as Tony Sharp stood in the ring waiting for the biggest opportunity of his life to take down SVJ and win the Keystone title. The ref handed the belts to the timekeeper before signaling for the bell.
DING… DING… DING
Both men made their way to the middle of the ring. Sharp and Jacobs was the same size so this would be a good test for both men. Jacobs looked at Sharp and smirked.
“Too bad you have less talent tan your brother or this would be a better match for me.” Jacobs said with a smile.
That smile was quickly wiped off his face as Sharp laid a big right hand in the Icon’s face. Jacobs staggered backwards as Tony Sharp continued with the shots. The fans cheered because they wanted both of these men to kill each other. They didn’t care who won this match. Sharp drilled Vince with another right hand that sent the champion to the floor. Vince held his jaw and rolled to the floor. He was taken by surprise from Sharp. Junior Keeling smiled as he pointed and yelled at Vince to get back into the ring.
Vince walked toward the small manager but Junior was no dummy as he ran around to the other side of the ring. Jacobs walked around the ring as the ref started the ten count.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE…
SIX…
Tony Sharp knew he could not win the title on a count out so he rolled to the floor to break the ref’s count. Sharp followed Jacobs around the ring as the champion finally rolled into the ring. Sharp came in after him and Jacobs was ready with a dropkick to the head. The savvy veteran knew he had to shake the kid up. Jacobs drove a forearm into the side of Tony’s head. The Icon grabbed Sharp by the head and drove him down with a DDT. The man known as Cold Steel was down on the mat as the champion stood over him raising his arms high in the air to the disdain of the fans.
Jacobs grabbed Sharp and pulled him to his feet. He whipped Sharp into the ropes and drove him back down with a vicious clothesline. Jacobs hooked the leg for the quick pinfall.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT BY SHARP!!
Jacobs pulled Sharp to his feet as he stood. He whipped the challenger into the corner. SVJ raced into the corner but was met with a boot to the face by Sharp. SVJ staggered backwards as Sharp came out of the corner with a clothesline but Jacobs ducked under the maneuver. Tony grabbed Jacobs and spun him around. He kicked Vince in the gut then hooked the doubled over superstar and drove him to the mat with a powerbomb.
Sharp dropped to one knee as he looked at SVJ. He stood back up and grabbed Vince by the hair. He took the champion and dropped him to the mat again with a scoop powerslam. Sharp quickly went for the pinfall.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!!
Sharp knew it was going to take more to keep Jacobs down for the three count. Tony dropped an elbow on Vince’s chest. The champ was now in trouble as Sharp hooked Vince’s leg with a knee lock. The challenger was trying to take out Vince’s main weapon and that was his right leg.
No right leg.
No Superstar Kick.
Tony Sharp had a game plan and Junior Keeling was loving it. The fans continued to make noise because they were seeing one of the most hated men in the company getting beat. Junior Keeling started slapping the ring apron as Sharp continued to apply pressure to Vince’s knee. Jacobs was trying to pull his way to the bottom rope but could not make it as Sharp continued with the hold. Jacobs took a swing at Tony but he was out of reach. Vince laid on the mat in pain as the ref started the count.
ONE…
TWO…
JACOBS SAT UP!!
Vince tried to fight the pain as Tony continued to wrench back on the knee trying to pop it out of place. SVJ fell back to the mat in pain again as the ref was right there for the count.
ONE…
TWO…
JACOBS SAT UP AGAIN!!
Vince made one last stretch for the bottom rope and made it. The ref had no choice but to have Sharp break the hold. Sharp broke the hold as Vince pulled himself under the bottom rope to the floor. Tony was not going to let SVJ shake out the kinks in the knee this time. Sharp rolled to the floor after Vince who was hobbling on one leg. Tony kicked Vince in the back of the knee as the champion went rolling to the floor. Vince tried to stand but Tony was right there to help the champion to his feet. How kind of him? Tony rolled Vince into the ring. He slowly followed because he knew the champ wasn’t getting away this time.
Sharp grabbed Vince and drove him to the mat with a gutwrench suplex. Sharp hooked Vince’s leg for the pinfall.
ONE…
TWO…
THR--- KICKOUT BY VINCE!!
Junior Keeling was shocked as Sharp sat on the mat looking out into the crowd. Cold Steel picked up the champ again and pushed him back into the corner. He picked SVJ up and sat him on the top rope. Sharp climbed to the second rope but Vince nailed him with a big right hand. Sharp nailed Vince with a right hand of his own, teetering the champ on the top rope. Jacobs gathered himself and drove his left knee into Sharp’s skull.
Sharp tried to shake it off as Vince out of desperation grabbed Tony’s head and drove him to the mat with a swinging DDT. Both men were down on the mat now as the fans erupted. The ref had no choice but to start the ten count on both men.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE…
SIX…
SEVEN…
Sharp started to get to his knees.
Jacobs started to pull himself up with the help of the ropes.
EIGHT…
NINE…
Both men were now on their feet trading blows back and forth. Sharp nailed Vince with a European uppercut but Vince answered back with a European uppercut of his own. Tony drove a knee in Vince midsection before grabbing him by the hair and whipping him into the ropes. Jacobs bounced off the ropes and tried to clothesline Sharp but he caught Vince and reversed it into a Crucifix crossface which he calls The Steel Trap. Jacobs had no where to go and it looks like we may have a new Keystone Champion.
The lights faded out and suddenly, the hub lights around the entrance started to pulsate several different shades of blue, purple, and yellow. The EpiCenter started to display names.
The names flashed repeatedly on the EpiCenter as the sounds of “Battleflag (Space Raiders Mix)” by Lo Fidelity All-Stars played over the speakers. And the crowd gave a respectable cheer the leader of the Night Life USA himself. The man called Techno Dragon who stood on the stage as Sharp had Vince about to tap. Techno Dragon was making his way to the ring now as Tony Sharp released the hold and motioned for TD to get in the ring. TD smiled as he looked at Sharp yelling in the ring.
Jacobs was pulling himself up in the ring as Junior Keeling was trying to tell Tony to turn around and get back into the match. TD came closer to the ring egging Tony on but the ref was trying to keep Sharp in the ring. Junior Keeling was yelling at Sharp but Jacobs was now on his feet and waiting for Tony to turn around. TD dropped to floor and backed up the ramp as he pointed for Sharp to turn around. Tony turned around and was drilled by a Superstar Kick. Vince fell on top of Sharp for the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
It was over. Vince Jacobs retained the Keystone title as Techno Dragon cost Tony Sharp the title. Junior Keeling was beside himself as TD laughed as he backed up the ramp. Vince rolled to the floor and grabbed both of his championships as he limped his way up the ramp. The NBW logo coming into view as the screen faded out to Vince once more holding his World and Keystone championships high. Could anybody detail his momenteum?
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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