Pro Wrestling Revolution Presents "International Incident" July 25, 2004 - Frank And Sons Collectible Show 1. Tryout Ten Man Match Larry Watters Jr/Adam Womack/Amatsu Mikaboshi/Tetsuo Kimura/Stevie Harris vs Kristian Cruz/Pure X/"Black Bison" Seth Garcia /Matthew Judas/X 2. Johnny Malibu vs Kendrick Lane 3. Non-Title Match Calisto Dufresne [c] vs Kenta Kitzukawa 4. International Tag Team War Takuya Nobu/Matthew Yates vs Juvenil Infierno/X 5. #1 Contender Gauntlet City Jack/Crusher Tyler/Jaiden Andrews/Tyson Bryson *** [Open in on the M-Dojo, where Juvenil Infierno is working with several of his students.Ê Some stand on the edge of the ring apron, while there are about three inside of the ring and outside on the floor, as well.Ê Infierno is dressed in training attire, a black sweatshirt and a pair of gray sweatpants, while his traditional mask is worn over his head.Ê He explains something to a couple of the students, who listen intently.Ê He then grabs one of them in a side headlock, before snapping them over onto the back, maintaining the headlock.Ê The student then headscissors Juvy with his legs, pulling him off of him, but then Infierno rolls up the legs and flips over him, bridging and holding for the pin.Ê A moment later, he breaks the pin and stands to his feet, helping his student up as well.Ê As the camera gets a little closer, we're then able to hear what the M-Dojo's head trainer has to say.] Ê Juvy: That's how that chain is properly executed, but you can do variations. If you're going to chain wrestle, you need to figure out which chains work best for you as an individual.Ê Obviously, some of you guys don't want to be doing La Majistrals out there when you're expected to go for a small package. Ê [Infierno grins and a few of the students chuckle, nodding their head in agreement as they obviously don't fit the profile of a luchadore or even a cruiserweight, for that matter.] Ê Student: Hey, wha? Ê [Right as the student speaks, Takuya Nobu comes sweeping into the room, wearing his wrestling tights and a black sequin halter top.Ê Behind Nobu are four Japanese boys, all of them well-built and wearing plain black trunks and boots.Ê All five lean against the back wall, arms crossed across their chests, with Nobu in the center.Ê Juvy glances over at them once, but pays them no mind as he continues with his lesson.] Ê Juvy: Next I'm going to need one of you bigger guys to come in here.Ê It's time you all learned how to escape a power move from an opponent much larger and stronger than you are. Ê [One of the big kids gets into the ring, looking to be at least six and a half feet tall and maybe two-hundred and seventy pounds with a solid build.Ê Juvy nods.] Ê Juvy: Okay, I want you to powerbomb me. Ê [The big kid shrugs and nods, setting Juvy up for a powerbomb.Ê When he lifts, he then goes to drop him, but Juvy grabs hold of his arm, twists his body, and takes him over with an armdrag.Ê Juvy then gets back up to his feet, while the big guy does the same.] Ê Juvy: Right there I just used a combination of pressure points and leverage to take him down as he was trying to drop me.Ê If you can utilize this, you'll be able to escape a seriously painful move with a couple quick and easy motions. Ê [Nobu, against the back wall, mutters something to his students in English.Ê The camera manages to pick up the last few words, "quick and easy motions",Ê as the students begin to giggle.Ê Juvy glances back over at them all as they giggle, shaking his head slightly.] Ê Juvy: Okay, now I'm going to charge you and I want you to try and powerslam me. Ê [The big kid nods his head and then Juvy charges forward.Ê He's grabbed and lifted into the air, but as he's about to get slammed, he does the same exact thing as before, grabbing the arm and hitting the armdrag.] Ê Juvy: You can use that particular counter for any of these high impact moves, but there are others as well that I'll be teaching you all while you're training here. Ê [Nobu again mutters to his students in English, this time much more loudly, allowing the camera to hear the entire sentence:Ê "I bet that's not all he's...Ê teaching them."Ê Immediately, the students begin to giggle again.Ê Juvy throws another sharp glare at Nobu, who places his hand under his chin, palm down, and waggles his fingers in a girlish wave.Ê With that, Infierno has had enough and he quickly exits the ring and the students all around look shocked as if they didn't expect a confrontation right here in the Dojo.] Ê Juvy: You got a problem, Nobu!?Ê Is there something you want to say to me to my face? Ê [Immediately, all four of the students uncross their arms and take a step forward, as Nobu just giggles airily.] Ê Nobu:Ê Who?Ê Me?Ê Nothing in particular.Ê Just wondering how your friends were doing in the hospital, konoyaro. Ê [Juvy's eyes flare as he says that word, something that he's heard people say before while he was in Japan.Ê When all of the Japanese students step up, so do all the students Juvy has been working with, standing behind him as if to show their support.] Ê Juvy: You bastard!Ê There was no reason for what you did to El Caliente!Ê You could have permanently injured a decent man and ruined his entire future as a luchadore just because you've got a grudge with me!Ê Next time, why don't you try and do that to me ... and I'll show you how it feels to be dropped on your head! Ê [Nobu, still safely behind his students, "yawns" dramatically.] Ê Nobu:Ê Done?Ê Good.Ê You've put on your little show for your students. Ê [Nobu claps, a sardonic grin on his face.] Ê Nobu:Ê Isn't it nice, baka?Ê Having all these little smelly gaijin actually BELIEVE in you?Ê To think, they don't even know you've been ducking me. Ê [Nobu glances around at his students, who all crack smiles.] Ê Nobu:Ê Imagine that. Ê [Juvy's eyes narrow behind his mask, glaring at Nobu.] Ê Juvy: Me?Ê Ducking _YOU?_Ê You must be joking. Ê [Pausing for a moment, Juvy grins a little.] Ê Juvy: Oh, wait ... I get it.Ê Now it's your turn to try and impress your students, isn't it?Ê Well, let me inform them of the truth while they're all here in front of me.Ê The fact is, I've not been ducking anyone.Ê Those who know me, know I never back down from a challenge ... not from you, Nobu.Ê Not from anyone. Ê [Juvy curls his lip at him in disgust.] Ê Juvy: Besides, last I recall, the only time you've ever even faced me, it was you who ended up on your shoulders for the three count.Ê Not me.Ê I don't have anything to prove.Ê You do. Ê [Nobu's eyes immediately go wild and his hands begin trembling.] Ê Nobu:Ê Prove?Ê PROVE?!Ê TO YOU? Ê [Nobu flies at Juvy, but his students restrain him instantly.Ê Struggling against their holds, or so it appears, Nobu begins screaming wildly, spit flying from his painted lips, his hair flopping to and fro and then snapping back into position.] Ê Nobu:Ê Filthy bean-eating gaijin trash!Ê I'll bury you!Ê DO YOU HEAR THAT?Ê Right next to your filthy dead father, where you can rot together! Ê [This time, it's Juvy's eyes that go wide with anger as he lunges forward after Nobu, getting his hands around his throat just before his students pull him off of him.] Ê Juvy: YOU SON OF A BITCH!Ê HOW DARE YOU EVEN _MENTION_ MY FATHER! Ê [Juvy's students pull him back, though he fights to get free, as does Nobu.] Ê Juvy: I swear to God, whenever I get you into the ring, you're going to pay!ÊYou'll pay for everything you've done, you hear me!?Ê You hear me, Nobu!?Ê You Japanese piece of shit! Ê [All of Juvy's students seem shocked at his use of vulgarity, gasping audibly at that.] Ê Nobu:Ê BAKAYARO!Ê All that I've done?!Ê I haven't even fucking started! I told you, bitch!ÊÊ Every single thing you care about is going to die! You think I have something prove?!Ê You'll have nothing!Ê NOTHING! Ê [Juvy is pulled back further by his students, who are trying to prevent this from escalating into something more than it needs to be.] Ê Juvy: Let me go!Ê I'll tear your head right off your shoulders, Nobu!Ê You'll regret ever saying or doing any of these things once I'm through with you!Ê Get off of me!Ê Let me go right now! Ê [His students hear his demands, but don't listen to him as they drag him off camera.] Ê Nobu:Ê You're lucky your little gaijin friends care!Ê I'm sure there's more room at the hospital! Ê [And with the two men glaring at each other, being restrained by their respective students... we fade to an exterior shot of the Frank And Sons Collectible Show Warehouse. A scattering of comic book geeks storm by, searching for the latest Vertigo book they heard about at Comic-Con over the past few days. A few kids wearing Juvenil Infierno masks drag their father towards the entrance to the "arena". A quick cut to the inside of the building we haven't seen in a few months. More specifically, to the tarped off area of the building that will house Pro Wrestling Revolution's International Incident event. The fans are cheering as "Revolution/Revolucion" by Ill Nino blasts over the set of large speakers that make up the PA system. There are four rows of metal chairs around each side of the ring but no steel guardrailing in place in front of them. A large yellow "FRANK AND SONS COLLECTIBLE SHOW" banner hangs on the wall opposite the hard camera and one of our floor cameramen catch another makeshift PWR banner hanging behind the concession table. The ring looks plain... very plain. The canvas is simple white, the ropes black, the turnbuckles black... and there's no ring apron at all, just an empty gap that would allow the very curious to peek under the ring. In the corner on an elevated platform, there's a wooden table with some papers strewn across it, obviously the announce table. As the music continues to blast, Pro Wrestling Revolution Play-By-Play commentator Jason Dane walks through the curtain to a good sized pop. Clutching a rolled up paper in his hand, Dane waves to the crowd as he steps up onto the apron before going through the ropes. No steel steps to aid his ascent.] JD: Fans of the Revolution...welcome back to the Frank And Sons Collectible Show Warehouse! Tonight, you're in store for an INTERNATIONAL INCIDENT! [Big pop!] JD: We've got a great lineup in store for you all plus a few surprises. What about that main event featuring Matthew Yates and Takuya Nobu taking on Juvenil Infierno and a partner of his choice? [Pop!] JD: And that huuuuuuge gauntlet match to determine who will face Calisto Dufresne at the J*STAR Festival for the Pacific Championship? [Bigger pop!] JD: All of that plus a lot more here tonight... and now, to kick things off, please welcome the ring announcer for PWR... the sexy and sweet... Melissa Cannon! [A huge pop goes up for the "first lady" of PWR who makes her way down the aisle wearing nothing but a smile... ...and clothes, you sick fucks. Dane holds the ropes open for her, passing the house mic to her as he makes his exit and works his way over towards his ringside table.] MC: Fans, this is our opening contest that is set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and is our TEN MAN TRYOUT TAG TEAM match! [BIG POP!] MC: All ten competitors will be making their best effort to impress the suits upstairs... [Melissa looks up... and sees just empty rafters. She shrugs her shoulders, pointing at the card.] MC: ...to win a spot on the Pro Wrestling Revolution roster! [Another burst of cheers. Our Frank And Sons crowd is JACKED today!] MC: Introducing team #1... ["Fight For Your Right" by the Beastie Boys begins to play over the PA system to hopefully get the in ring action for the night going as the crowd seems anxious for the new faces to the PWR to appear.] MC: First...standing at 6'5 and weighing 269 pounds. Coming to PWR from Santa Clarita, California originally from the party capital of the world New Orleans, Louisiana. Here is "THE BIGGER MAN" A D A MÊÊ W O M A C KÊ !!!!!!!!!!!!! [A mixed reaction comes over from the crowd, as the tempo of the song picks up, but no Adam Womack can be seen just yet. We cut to the backstage area where see Adam Womack standing in bright green trunks throwing his arms side to side just behind the curtain. The large man pacing back, and forth is actually somewhat of a humorous site.] AW : You can do it. It's been a while, but it's just like riding a bicycle. You never forget. [Adam shakes his head.] AW : Oh who am I kidding? I should have trained more. Just one more good work out session would have been good. I could have prepared myself a bit better. These guys might be top notch talents for all I know. With names like Mikaboshi and Pure X I should have known they would have unique styles, or how about the nickname "Black Bison" did that not throw off a light bulb in your head Adam? [From off camera, a orange PWR t-shirt clad Todd Michaelson walks up to Adam and puts his hand on Adam's shoulder.] TM: You're Adam Womack right? AW : Yes sir. [Extends his hand] Pleased to me- [Michaelson cuts Adam off.] TM:: The Announcer just called your name kid. The fans are kinda anxious tonight. You mind easing on out there for us? AW : Oh my bad. I'm so sorry. [Adam looks at the curtain.] AW : I guess I better get out there. TM: Wouldn't be a bad idea. [Adam looks back at the man he hopes will be his new employer, managing to crack a smile.] AW : I think you're gonna like what you see. Once that bell rings I will be just fine sir. [Adam turns, and walks out through the curtains.] TM: I hope so kid. I hope so. [As now the public can see Adam Womack and his bright green trunks standing at the top of the ramp way they give off a bit of pop. Adam pumps his fist to the crowd, and then eases on down towards the crowd while shaking as many hands as he can. Adam then rolls into the ring, and hops up leaning against the ropes stretching as the old school Beastie Boys song fades.] MC: His partner... [A voice is heard over the PA system.] VOICE: THREE....TWO.....ONE.... [The sound system sounds out a loud booming sound as Limp Bizkit's "Rollin'" begins blaring out over the speakers. The fans erupt in some mild applause as Larry Waters, Jr. steps out from behind the curtain.] MC: From Atlanta, Georgia... standing 6'4 and weighing in at 257 pounds... LARRY WATTERS JUNIOR! [He is wearing his black wrestling tights and boots. As he begins walking down the aisle, he begins slapping hands with ringside fans. He reaches the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He quickly leaps to his feet and throws his arms in the air as the crowd gives him a face pop once again. He finally settles into a corner and awaits the start of the match.] MC: Their partner stands six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 234 pounds... from Osaka City, Japan... AMATSU MIKABOOOOOSHI! [Danzig's "How The Gods Kill" kicks in to a large pop from the PWR faitfhul for the colorful competitor striding down the aisle. They really like the mask. The black Gi pants and white boots? Whatever. But the mask? Snazzy, motherfuckers. Snazzy. Mikaboshi scales the apron and then slingshots over the ropes into the ring.] MC: The fourth member of their team... standing 6'0 and 234 pounds... also from Osaka City... he is the Osaka Demon... TETSUO KIMUUUUURAAA!! ["The Frayed Ends of Sanity" by Metallica hits the speakers. The Wizard of Oz chant soon begins...] #OHHHHHHHHHHHH EEEEEEEEEEEEE OHHH# #WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OHHHHH# #OHHHHHHHHHHHH EEEEEEEEEEEEE OHHH# #WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OHHHHH# #OHHHHHHHHHHHH EEEEEEEEEEEEE OHHH# #WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OHHHHH# [As the dark chant continues along, the camera focuses on the curtains. After a few moments longer the main riff kicks in and out steps "The Osaka Demon". Holding his hands to his hips, Tetsuo twists his head to look at the left side of the crowd before twisting his head the other way to the right, staring out at the people like he owns the building. Tonight he is dressed in a no nonsense manner with black knee-length tights, black kneepads and black boots... the man has come to fight.] MC: And the final member of their team... from Reno, Nevada... standing 6'4 and 268 pounds... "ROUNDER" STEVIE HARRIS! [As the opening tones to "High Plains Drifter" by the Beastie Boys fill the loudspeakers, the curtains open to show the entrance of the "Rounder" himself Ð Stevie Harris. Appearing calm and collected, he's greeted by a mixture of both cheers and boos as he stands in the entryway, glaring into the puddle of people scattered inside the venue.] # 'Cause I'm the high plains drifter, the best that you can get A strapped shoplifter, a pirate on cassette Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed Don't step to me 'cause you could be gettin' mushed # [Wearing his trademark black trunks with the phrase "Rounder" visible on the back in red, he starts to make his way to the ring. Black wrestling boots and red elbow/kneepads round out Harris' wrestling attire. The "Rounder" sports shaved black hair and hazel eyes, with a trimmed goatee visible on his face. Harris also has a tattoo visible on his left arm, reading "dead money" above two playing cards.] JD: One team in the ring... the other about to enter. But before they do, let's hear from one member of that team... let's hear from Pure X! [Shot comes to a person who certainly hasn't hold back his thoughts in his short in PWR. Pure X stands, once again, in front of black backdrop with the PWR logo on it.] Ê PX: Fans, wrestler, people wait just one second, ok? Ê [Pure X stands back, pointing to the PWR backdrop behind him.] Ê PX: You all see this here? I'm sure most of you can read it, but just in case, it says P-W-R. That stands for Pro Wrestling Revolution, the very program you're all watching right now, right at this second. That means something that will bring on some sort of change in this wrestling world. A, uh... Fresh look, new appeal, and all that. Ê [Pure X comes forward.] Ê PX: Pro Wrestling Revolution. Now, why bother saying all that? I'm sure you all know what this place is called. You have to since you're watching. But, I'm sorry to say, that my fellow competitors? My fellow teammates? Ê [Pure X shakes his head.] Ê PX: No, no they don't see that banner behind me. They don't know what those letters stand for. To them it's just "Pro Wrestling" - no revolution, nothing new and unique. To them, it's just the same old stale crap, over and over and over again. It's pathetic, it's sad, and it's revolting. Maybe that's why... Ê [Pure X nods in agreement with himself.] Ê PX: Maybe these pieces of garbage like "I'm my pappy's son" Larry Watters Junior, "Stiff as a board" Steve Harris, and a guy who's only wrestling highlight was an encounter with a sack of shit like Ktulu... Maybe they all think it's "Pro Wrestling Revolution". It seems to them it's not the best that wins, but rather the guy doubting himself the most. It's awful! Ê [Pure X gets a disgusted look on his face.] Ê PX: Hey, Godboy Womack - wrestling should've gotten rid of you before you even entered into the sport. What makes a great man in wrestling has nothing to do with morals or how many quotes from the Bible you can ramble out in your waste of my two minutes. It has to do with ability, plain and simple. You? You've got no personality, no mental edge, and no talent. No ability whatsoever. Ê [Pure X laughs to himself.] Ê PX: Heh, you know Womack, you could probably do us all a little favor and take that other Bible-beating freak I'm teamed with and not even bother to show. Hell, I'm sure you two could have a blast exchanging your favorite verses while watching the best of Billy Graham... But, well, yeah I should stop. I've got to team with some of those guys and the last thing I want is some jilted jealous crapbag that won't even be here tomorrow tripping me up in that match. Ê [Pure X grins.] Ê PX: So, parting words? Hell, there'll be no parting words cause I know for a fact I'll be here next time around. Those others? They'll be too busy doubting themselves during the match, after the match, and then the next day when they're back wallowing in their pappy's house wondering if they can collect an unemployment check again. Like I said - this isn't a tryout match. It's a showcase, for me, to show what the Revolution in wrestling really is. Ê [Pure X nods and exits, confident as ever, as the shot fades out and back to Melissa Cannon who seemlessly continues.] MC: And their opponents... introducing first standing 5'11 and weighing in at 221 pounds... from Ormond Beach, Florida... "BLACK BISON" SETH GARRRRRCIAAAA!! ["Deep End" by Swollen Members hits the sound system as "Black Bison" Seth Garcia walks down to the ring, wearing a sleeveless black bodysuit with a bison skeleton across the left side, along with black wrestling boots and black vale tudo gloves.Ê His black hair hangs in his face.Ê In his left hand, he's carrying his Black Bison mask.Ê He rolls into the ring and walks to his corner, just glaring at the crowd as he places the mask on the ringpost.Ê He turns around and glares across the ring, ready to destroy.] MC: His partner... from Pittsburgh, PA by way of Southern California... he stands 6'2 and weighs in at 227 pounds... PURE X! ["The Thing I Hate" by Stabbing Westward starts up to a pretty big heel pop from the newcomer as he strides down the aisle, rolling under the ropes into the ring. He's wearing a black t-shirt over his slight build. Long brown hair hangs down his back. His lower body is covered by dark green baggy pants with two crossed swords on each leg in the form of an X. He throws his arms up in an "X" as he gets to his feet, glaring at the jeering fans.] MC: Their partner hailing from San Juan, Puerto Rico... standing six foot and weighing in at 213 pounds... KRISTIAN CRUZ! [Big Pun's "100%" blasts over the PA.Ê The crowd gives a mixed reaction for Kristian Cruz's entrance theme more than for Cruz himself.] V/O: Ooooooooooohhhhh.. Puerto Rico A/V: TOMA! [Kristian Cruz steps out from behind the curtains wearing his classic red and blue tights with the opposite color boots on each foot.Ê He's wearing a shirt that is opposite color to the pants on each side as well that reads "Boricua Isn't A Nationality, It's a Lifestyle" and on the back it reads "Soy 100% Boricua" and now the voice of Tony Sunshine is heard over the PA.] #Pronto llegara# #el dia de mi suerte# #te lo juro por mi gente# #te juro que un dia llegara# #And we won't stop# #We always knew we'd make it# #Even though you player hated# #we still made it to the top# [Kristian slowly walks towards the ring slapping hands with the fans, smiling, looking very grateful to be there.] MC: Their partner hails from Hell's Canyon, California... 6'4, 241 pounds... "THE PROPHET" MATTHEW JUUUUUUUUDAS!! [The PA begins to blare loudly ÒKiss of JudasÓ by StratovariusÉ ### I hear footsteps...closing in Recognizing them...from my early days. The times are different, The image remains the same, Repeating back flashes Remembering the name. Approaching visions...Of things I canÕt recall, A familiar smile...awakes the pain Unkept promises...the night awaits! ÒKiss of JudasÓ continues to blare, as Matthew Judas emerges from the back, dressed in a white-hooded robe, with various cross symbols all over the robe. Matthew poses, clasping his hands together in prayer upon reaching the ringside area...] MC: And finally, their partner... standing 5'11 and weighing in at a MASSIVE 425 pounds... Kasakake Town, Gunma, Japan... KUROKUMOOOOOOOOOOO!!! [As the introduction is made, the massive Kurokumo steps out from behind the curtain. The massively fleshy Japanese man is barefoot, and wearing a pair of short black trunks with a modified sumo "apron" in the front, depicting ominous black clouds spitting gold lightning. Clasped in one of his huge hands is a microphone. As Kurokumo raises the microphone to his mouth, a thin, average-looking woman casually comes out through the curtain, also holding a microphone. Kurokumo begins speaking in Japanese, his voice surprisingly high-pitched for a man of his stature. As he finishes, the small woman, clearly a translator, begins repeating his statement in English. Kurokumo: Sad little men. Grasping at your pathetic last hope for fame. I almost pity you, fools. Tonight, you can see the spotlight. Your chance at true success. And none of you will attain it. [The fans give a small, underenthused heel pop, as the look on Kurokumo's face grows even more stormy. He begins speaking again, and the translator picks it up a few words in.] Kurokumo: You came seeking a chance at a career, at fulfilling your dreams. NO! All you will get... is slapped down with the fury of the kami, crushed by my might and spirit. [Another, SLIGHTLY smaller heel pop, as the obviously pissed-off Rikishi continues.] Kurokumo: You thought this a tryout match? Ha! Try and survive! [As the translator finishes, Kurokumo throws his microphone onto the ramp angrily, and begins "storming" the ring as fast as he can.] JD: Dear lord! Look at the size of this man! I hope the ring's been reinforced for this one! [A bell suddenly rings at the order of Patrick Rodriguez to start this match with very high stakes for the participants... all who immediately leap into combat with one another.] JD: Eeeps! I think Patrick should have gotten people out of the ring before calling for the bell! We've got fighting all over the ring! Watters and Pure X! Womack and Garcia! Cruz and Kimua! Judas being worked over by Kimura _and_ Harris... and here comes Kurokumo! [The massive sumo competitor manages to get his huge form up on the ring apron, stepping through the ropes and into the fray.] JD: He eclipses almost everyone in there with ease in size and- [Showing no fear, Stevie Harris turns to face the new challenge and _blasts_ him across the pectorals with a big chop... ...to which Kurokumo responds with a mighty, deep laugh.] JD: Uh oh. [Harris looks a little surprised... then fires home another chop.] JD: Big chop by Stevie Harris and- [And again, Kurokumo laughs at the blow, slapping his own chest... inviting Harris to try again.] JD: Harris to the ropes... here comes the Rounder... [Who connects with a big running clothesline that bounces off the upper body of the big man.] JD: Goodness! Stevie Harris isn't a lightweight in there, fans. He's six foot four... almost three hundred pounds... and those strikes aren't doing a thing to Kurokumo yet. [Slapping the nearby Adam Womack on the shoulder, the two competitors race to the ropes together... rebounding back...] JD: DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! [This one does a little more damage... even the sumo star can't completely soak up the impact of two near-300 pounders colliding with him.] JD: Womack and Harris pounding Kumokuro near the ropes... and Mikaboshi's going to join in. He's waving them aside! [The Osaka native sprints across the ring with a leaping clothesline... ...but gets snatched out of the air and _hurled_ down to the canvas with a thunderous slam! HUUUUUGE impressed pop!] JD: Oh my! Oh my! [Shoving a stunned Harris and Womack aside, Kumokuro drops down on the prone Mikaboshi.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! [DING DING DING] JD: What the-?! That's it! It's over! Kurokumo has won this ten man tryout match for his team! [The other eight men stand around in shock, all with a look of disappointment on their faces as the big man climbs to his feet, looking around the ring with disdain.] JD: Um... well, fans... we obviously were hoping for a more competitive match than this... but in the world of professional wrestling, you never can tell what'll happen in a match. We... well, I don't- [Suddenly, "Ecstacy of Gold" starts up a to a huge pop from the PWR faithful. The curtain quickly parts to reveal PWR Owner Todd Michaelson to the crowd who roar their feelings for him.] TM: Thanks, guys... really. It's good to be back. [Huge pop!] TM: Well... obviously we didn't expect this match to end that quickly, did we? And obviously we didn't have all these guys show up here tonight and not let you see what they've got to offer either. [Big pop!] TM: So... if you would all step out of the ring to make this a normal tag match... then I say let's do this thing elimination style! [HUGE POP!] TM: Patrick... they're all yours. [The PWR official quickly gets seven competitors out of the ring leaving Larry Watters Jr. in there with Kristian Cruz as Todd Michaelson disappears behind the curtain.] JD: Larry Watters Jr. in there for his squad and Kristian Cruz is in for his... and these guys have to have a mixed reaction to what just happened. Obviously, they're pleased they get another chance to show what they've got... but at the same time, none of them were expecting an elimination match here tonight. [The two men quickly tie up with Watters just as quickly slipping Cruz into a side headlock.] JD: Into the side headlock... Cruz fires him off to the ropes though... off the far side... clothesline ducked by Watters! [Stilli running, the second generation star hits the ropes again, bouncing off...] JD: THESZ PRESS! [But instead of following it up with punches or the like, Watters simply holds tight.] JD: That's a cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! [Cruz kicks out of the pinfall attempt, shaking his head in disbelief that Watters Jr. uses something that old school as he works his way back up to his feet.] JD: Watters hooks the side headlock again... this time backing into the corner... [Sprinting out of the buckles, Watters leaps into the air and plants Cruz facefirst on the canvas.] JD: BULLDOG! BULLDOG! BULLDOG! [Some more old school offense gets the fans a little more in the corner of Larry Watters Jr as he scampers to make another cover.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! [The crowd groans a bit this time as Cruz slips a shoulder free, rolling towards his corner.] JD: Kristian Cruz has seen enough for the moment, tagging Seth Garcia... the man formerly known as Black Bison into the match. Garcia's out to prove something after his stunningly quick loss to Johnny Malibu last month at SHAZAM! [Bison quickly moves out of the corner, lunging at Watters who takes him down to the canvas with a drop toehold. Watters quickly wraps up the leg, attempting to secure the STF.] JD: ST- no! Bison grabs the ropes! He's not going to allow it! And referee Rodriguez is immediately on the scene to call for a break. [Watters quickly breaks the hold, scampering back to his feet and firing Garcia across the ring.] JD: Seth Garcia off the ropes... tilt a whir- [But Garcia spins out of the tilt a whirl attempt, landing on his feet and hooking Watters.] JD: Lift! And _down_ he goes with a backdrop suplex! Larry Watters Jr. got caught right there and he goes down hard. Seth Garcia is looking to avenge that horrid loss to Johnny Malibu last month... and he'd love to do it by storming over Watters. [A pissed-off "Black Bison" pulls Watters up by the hair, trashtalking as he returns him to a standing position... ...and promptly slaps him across the face, forcing him to fall back into the corner where Tetsuo Kimura tags himself into the match.] JD: In comes Kimur- [But a running knee from Garcia knocks Kimura from the ring, putting him out on the concrete floor.] JD: Out to the floor... and Garcia's going out there after him. [Garcia drops down to the floor, holding his ground... pausing, waiting, stalking... ...and as Kimura gets back to his feet, charging!] JD: GARCIA!! [And nearly _breaks_ Kimura in half with a crushing spear tackle that sends both men sailing into the crowd! HUUUUUGE POP!] JD: GOODNESS! What a spear by Garcia! He just drilled Kimura with that and knocked the Osaka native into the steel chairs. We've got chairs scattered all over the place! Fans are fleeing the scene of battle and- OHHHHHHHHHHHH! [The crowd _erupts_ into cheers as Kristian Cruz hurls himself over the top rope, crashing down onto Kimura... sorta.] JD: What the hell did Cruz do there?! I guess he was aiming for Kimura but he accidentally hit Garcia too, knocking him down to the floor! A daredevil dive but he took out his own partner as a result! [Climbing back to his feet, Cruz pulls Kimura up and shoves him into the ring.] JD: Kimura's back in... and Cruz is going up top! [Leaping from the top, Cruz pumps his arms and legs and comes crashing down across the chest of the prone Kimura.] JD: FROG SPLASH! HE NAILED IT!! [A confused Patrick Rodriguez shrugs his shoulders and drops down to count.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! [DING DING DING] JD: Kimura's gone! We've got a five on three! [Cruz springs to his feet, thrusting his arms in the air in victory, and turns around to salute the other fans... ...right into the grasp of an enraged Seth Garcia who hoists him up... charges several feet... ...and _drives_ Cruz spinefirst into the canvas!] JD: BISON'S RAMPAGE ON HIS OWN TAG PARTNER! [Seizing the moment as Rodriguez reprimands Garcia, Stevie Harris slides into the ring and dives across the downed Cruz.] JD: ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! [DING DING DING] JD: Kristian Cruz has been eliminated! We're down to four on three! [A smirking Seth Garcia regains his feet, glaring down at the motionless Kristian Cruz... ...when suddenly Stevie Harris lashes out with a right hand to the back of the head of Garcia, knocking him into the corner.] JD: The Rounder is looking to get the edge on Garcia now, driving rights and lefts into the kidneys of the cornered Bison. [Hooking a rear waistlock, Harris yanks Garcia out of the corner.] JD: German! He's going for- [But wisely, Garcia hooks his leg around Harris' ankle, blocking the lift.] JD: Seth Garcia showing some of the skills he learned at Jeremy Rhodes' hands... and now he's blocking the German suplex attempt. Harris is trying to hoist the Black Bison into the air but he's not having any luck at- [Garcia violently throws an elbow back into the side of Harris' face, sending him staggering into the center of the ring.] JD: Garcia battles out of the hold, turning to face Harris... oh! Hard headbutt sends Harris staggering back even further... a few forearms on target to knock him back to the opposite corner. [With Harris in the corner, the Black Bison hops up to the middle buckle and begins raining right hands down on the Rounder.] "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NI-" [But before the ninth blow connects, Harris manages to hook his arms around Garcia's thighs... ...and bring him _crashing_ down with a massive powerbomb! HUUUGE POP!] JD: POWERBOMB! POWERBOMB OUT OF THE CORNER!! [Harris hangs on to the legs though, turning Garcia onto his stomach and pulling back in a Boston Crab.] JD: What a combo! Garcia's back is being wrenched... torqued in a horrific direction! He may have to tap out! [Seeing his partner in danger, Matthew Judas leaps into action, springing off the top rope... ...and scoring with a lariat that breaks the Boston Crab! Big pop!] JD: Wow! Nice springboard lariat by Matthew Judas... the Prophet in the ring for the first time in this match and- [The fans boo as Judas is pushed out of the ring by Rodriguez, wanting to see more of the newcomer's athleticism.] JD: Both men down inside the ring... both men looking to make a tag. Crawling towards their respective corners and- [Pop!] JD: In comes Adam Womack! [And another one!] JD: JUDAS! [The two fresh competitors race towards one another, Womack quick to batter Judas with a series of right hands before firing him into the ropes.] JD: Judas off the far side... [Womack drops down to a knee, driving in a backhand chop that causes Judas to front flip over and slam backfirst to the canvas.] JD: Womack pumps his arms... he's on fire! [Judas quickly gets back to his feet and finds himself snared in Womack's grasp... ...and gets tossed up and over to the mat with a T-Bone suplex! Pop!] JD: Ohhhh my! Adam Womack is cleaning house! Matthew Judas is in trouble cause this kid is fired up! He's heading up top! [Womack quickly scales the ropes, looking down at the barely loving Prophet... ...and takes flight, soaring through the air... ...and _scores_ with a diving headbutt! Huge pop!] JD: HE NAILED IT! NAILED THE HEADBUTT!! ONE!!! TWO!!! TH- [BIG MIXED POP!] JD: No! Judas gets the shoulder up! [Womack immediately springs back to his feet, peeling Judas off the canvas... ...and pulling him up into a fireman's carry.] JD: He's going for the DVD! If he hits it, it's over! [But before he can bring Judas down to the canvas, Judas slips out of the fireman's carry.] JD: On his feet! He got out of the- Womack turns! [A wild right hand by Womack comes up empty but Judas snares him, gutwrenching him up into tombstone position... ...and sits out, _spiking_ Womack skullfirst into the canvas! Huge pop!] JD: K-DRILLER! HE CALLS IT THE BETRAYAL!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEE!!! [DING DING DING] JD: We're down to four on two! Womack is eliminated and we've got a _major_ handicap match on our hands. Watters and Harris are taking on four men! [Larry Watters Jr. sprints into the ring, blasting Judas with a right hand that knocks him off his feet.] JD: Down goes Judas! [Seth Garcia charges in as well... ...and also gets knocked off his feet with a right hand!] JD: Larry Watters Jr is on fire! Here comes Pure X! [Watters charges towards him, swinging a wild right hand... ...but gets taken down to the canvas with a drop toehold.] JD: Nice counter by Pure X and- [Watters pops back up, charging again... ...into another drop toehold, this time floating seamlessly into a single leg Boston Crab!] JD: Whoa! Pure X is showing that technical skill we've all heard about and- [The crowd hears Watters cry out in agony as Pure X cranks back on the leg, trying to rip his knee out.] JD: Here comes Stevie Harris, trying to save his partner! [Harris charges across the ring, arm outstretched.] JD: CLOTHESLI- [Pure X ducks his head, avoiding the clothesline aimed in his direction and quickly breaks his hold on Watters, turning to face the off-balance Harris... ...and lashing out with a dropkick to the knee!] JD: Harris is down! Pure X puts him down as well! [With bodies strewn all over the ring, Pure X cracks a cocky grin, spreading his arms wide and looking at the chaos all around him... ...a grin that quickly vanishes as Kurokumo steps into the ring.] JD: Wait a minute! These guys are on the same team! Kurokumo is on the same team with Pure X. [The sumo warrior glares at the arrogant technician... who looks a little surprised... ...yet doesn't back down a bit.] JD: Oh come on! This shouldn't happen! [Pure X lifts a hand, inviting Kurokumo into a knucklelock... an invitation the sumo is glad to accept.] JD: We've got a knucklelock and- "WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [A big overhand slap by the Japanese star sends Pure X falling backwards... but Kurokumo pulls on his hand, tugging him back towards him... ...right into a huge throwdown to the mat.] JD: Pure X got levelled! [The technician quickly gets back to his feet but gets caught with a series of hard slaps to the chest, knocking the Pittsburgh native back into the ropes.] JD: Pure X may have bitten off more than he can chew, fans! Kurokumo's got him cornered... working him over with those huge slaps... [POP!] JD: He's got him by the throat! He's gonna chokeslam Pure X! He's going to- "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: Low blow! A kick to the nether region of the sumo and- [Without warning, Seth Garcia rampages across the ring... ...and connects with a MASSIVE spear tackle that knocks the sumo star through the ropes, Garcia tumbling with him... ...sending both men crashing to the floor in a heap.] JD: HOLY MARY, MOTHER OF GOD! "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" \ "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" [With a roaring crowd still stunned by the big move, the camera zooms in on Garcia clutching his shoulder in pain. A few feet away, Kurokumo is flat on his back, sucking wind into his massive body.] JD: What the-?! Pure X is telling Rodrigues to count them both out! He's trying to get members of his own team counted out! This team has completely fallen apart here tonight! A normal ten man tag turned into an elimination match... and now has become every man for himself it appears. Pure X wants to win this match himself... and he doesn't care if he has to go through his own damn tag team partners to do it! [A reluctant Patrick Rodriguez starts counting... and ten seconds later, he calls for the bell.] JD: Lemme get this straight... we've got a double countout... with two people on the same team?! This is insane! But in a match as out of control as this... who knows? I don't blame Patrick Rodriguez one bit for making whatever call he deems necessary. [PWR staff quickly make their way through the curtain to help Seth Garcia and Kurokumo to the back, leaving Larry Watters Jr and Stevie Harris in the squared circle with Pure X and Matthew Judas.] JD: Down to two on two... and it looks like Pure X will be colliding with Larry Watters Jr. Judas and Harris back out on the apron... they suddenly realize how close they are. You'd have to imagine that at _least_ the winners of this match will be hired on... so this match is very important to every man in that ring. [The two competitors edge towards one another, locking arms in a collar and elbow tieup.] JD: Collar and elbow tie... quickly into an armwringer by Pure X. [Putting on the pressure, Pure X trips the legs out from under Watters, putting him down to the canvas. He quickly extends Watters arm, dropping a leg down across the bicep.] JD: Oh! Pure X going to work on the arm of the second generation star, bending his arm around X's leg... trying to really torque it. [Watters cries out in pain as Pure X pushes down on the wrist, bending the arm.] JD: He's trying to force a submission out of- [Stevie Harris, fearing the worst, slides into the ring and buries a boot in the ribs of Pure X, breaking the hold... and getting reprimanded by the official as he slides from the ring.] JD: Pure X looks irritated as he gets back to his feet, screaming at Rodriguez to keep the opposition under control. He drags Harris back to his feet... oh! Hard forearm shot knocks him back into the neutral corner. [Quickly double underhooking the arms, Pure X takes his opponent out of the corner with a butterfly suplex, rolling through the move... ...and cinching in a butterfly lock.] JD: Oh my! Nicely done right there and he's stretching the hell out of Larry Watters Jr. We've heard a lot of good things about Watters' technical prowess but I think he's got absolutely nothing on Pure X. [The crowd starts clapping in unison, trying to rally the second generation star as Pure X tightens the hold, stretching the arms and neck of his opponent.] JD: I don't know how easy it'd be to make someone submit away their chance to make this roster...but that's exactly what Pure X intends to do right here tonight, fans. He wants a tapout to show his dominance to the rest of Pro Wrestling Revolution. [Battling to his feet, Watters drives Pure X back to the corner... and then drives in his shoulder again... and again. The third shoulder breaks the butterfly lock, allowing Watters to go on the attack.] JD: Irish whip out of the corner! [Pure X flies towards the corner, front flipping from the momentum of the whip up onto the ropes... then falling back, staggering backwards out of the corner... ...and getting folded in half with a high impact belly to back suplex!] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: Wow! What impact right there! [Rolling back to his feet and tugging Pure X back to his feet by the tights, he pulls the Pittsburgh native into a rear waistlock, hoisting him up... ...and dropping him down a German suplex!] JD: German! Big German suplex by Larry Watters Jr! [Watters attempts to hold a bridge but Pure X slips from his grasp, rolling away from the second generation star.] JD: Watters is on fire! He's pulling Pure X back to his feet, pulling him into a standing headscissors... [Hoisting Pure X into the air, Watters pauses... ...and _spikes_ Pure X skullfirst into the canvas!] JD: PILEDRIVER! That might do it! ONE!!! TWO!!! THR- [BIG DISAPPOINTED POP!] JD: I thought he had him, fans! I really did! But somehow Pure X was able to slip a shoulder out... somehow he managed to escape the lateral press after the big piledriver. [A frustrated Watters slaps the canvas in anger, dragging a limp Pure X back to his feet... but Pure X drops back down to the mat.] JD: Pure X can't even stand on his own, fans. That piledriver really did a number on him and Larry Watters Jr. has _got_ to be feeling pretty good about himself right now, dragging Pure X back to his feet again. [The second generation star screams out "brainbuster" to a big PWR faithful pop as he hoists Pure X up into suplex position... ...only to see him slip out from Watters' grasp, landing on his feet... ...and _driving_ his shoulder into the back of Watters' knee, sending a cry of pain into the air as the fan favorite falls to the canvas.] JD: Pure X... where the hell did he get the energy to- [Quickly tying up the leg of his opponent, Pure X drops down into an STF, cranking up the pressure on the knee he just injured.] JD: Watters is trapped in the middle of the ring, screaming in pain... screaming in- [Big shocked pop!] JD: He tapped out! [DING DING DING] JD: Larry Watters Jr, after a great effort in this match, has tapped out to the STF of Pure X... and that means we've got Pure X and Matthew Judas battling "Rounder" Stevie Harris to crown the winners of this tryout match! [Stevie Harris dashes into the ring, catching a distracted Pure X in the back of the head with a clothesline.] JD: Oh! The Rounder on target! [Harris drags Pure X off the canvas, firing him into the ropes...] JD: Off the ropes... [A big pop goes up with a huuuuuge back drop that sends Pure X crashing down to the canvas.] JD: The old school offense of Stevie Harris is on display here... Pure X slowly getting back to his feet. [Another big pop goes up as Harris scores with a running elbowsmash that knocks Pure X back into the corner.] JD: Big right hands in the buckles! He's just pummeling Pure X! [An irish whip sends Pure X crashing into the far corner as Harris drops down in a three point stance... ...and charges across the ring, launching himself with a leaping back elbow that crushes Pure X in the buckles!] JD: X staggering out... boot to the gut! [Hooking Pure X in a front facelock, Stevie Harris rotates into position.] JD: He's going for the hangman's neckbreaker he calls The River! He's going for- [Reaching back with his hands, Pure X rakes the eyes of Harris, staggering away from his grip... ...and right into a tag by Matthew Judas who immediately leaps to the top rope, springing off... ...and scoring with a clothesline that _blasts_ Stevie Harris off his feet! Enormous pop!] JD: What the-?! What a move by Judas! [Popping back to his feet, Judas tugs Harris back to his feet. The dazed Harris lashes out with a right hand... ...that completely misses as Judas drops backwards in a bridge, avoiding the strike like something out of the Matrix.] JD: Whoa! [Still bridging, Judas somehow kips up out of the bridge, snaring Harris in a rana and taking him down to the canvas. Huge pop!] JD: Matthew Judas has this crowd roaring! Innovative offense by the rookie! [Judas pauses, waiting for Harris to regain his feet... then charges towards him... ...only to get powerslammed violently to the canvas!] JD: POWERSLAM! HARRIS SCORES THE POWERSLAM!! ONE!!! TWO!!! TH- [HUGE POP!] JD: Kickout! Judas kicks out of the powerslam! [A tired Harris shoves himself to his feet, pulling Judas up into a front facelock... and again rotating into position for The River.] JD: He's ready! He's set! [Reaching back with his left arm, he hooks Harris around the head... and leaps backwards, flipping over his stunned attacker and burying a boot in his midsection. He quickly steps forward, hooking him in a standing headscissors... ...then leaps forward, rapidly flipping Harris with him... ...and _spiking_ his skull into the canvas with a front-flip piledriver!] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: What?! What?! [Dane is so stunned by the move, he's totally unable to even count along with the referee who counts one...two... three with ease.] JD: JUDAS WINS IT! [DING DING DING] JD: Matthew Judas with... my god, with one of the _damndest_ moves I've ever seen in my life! A front flip piledriver?! Are you kidding me?! How the- my god, what a move that was! "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" MC: Ladies and gentlemen... your winners of this ten man tryout elimination tag... Pure X and Matthew Judas! [Massive pop!] JD: Big win for this very odd duo... I'm not entirely sure either of them are happy with each other, but they've scored the victory nonetheless. [Pure X glares at Judas, a smirk on his face... and then drops down to the mat, rolling under the bottom rope and making his way back up the aisleway.] JD: Matthew Judas and Pure X are your winners... but a lot of different competitors in that match showed that they may have what it takes to be big time players in this promotion someday. It'll be interesting to see just who gained enough interest to keep getting booked. Fans, coming up next we've got Johnny Malibu's attempt to keep his winning streak going against Kendrick Lane. Lane, who may have ended the career of Tony Cameron last month, will be trying to keep his momentum going as well. But before we get to that, let's go to the backstage area where I understand we've got comments from... uh... what? Are you serious? _This_ I've gotta see. [Steel. Cold steel. A cage. A very menacing structure. A person could seriously get hurt inside one of those. The viewers pity the poor fools who are stuck wrestling in that claustrophobic monstrosity. Wait a minute! THERE ARE NO CAGE MATCHES ON THIS SHOW! What the hell is going on here? The camera pulls out... what is this, enclosed roof. Hell in the Cell? No. Hell in the Cell doesn't have fresh hay and newspaper on the canvas. Rather this is little more than an enclosure for guinea pigs.] Narrator: Congratulations! [The camera focuses in on the animals...not your average guinea pigs, these are a few grown men dressed up in fluffy costumes. Three of the pigs, no doubt production assistants, who were roped into this demeaning flash, stand off in the corner, looking bitter. Off by himself, in the canter of the cage stands "The Human Guinea Pig" Kazuo Ishiguro. Ishiguro wears a large brown cotton animal suit, with a white spot on the back, the bottom of his face sticks out of the mouth of the costume. Realizing the camera is on him, Ishiguro quickly throws away his cigarette, stomping on it so it doesn't ignite the hay. Exhaling, Ishiguro coughs briefly before flashing a big grin at the camera.] Narrator: ...So you've decided to buy a guinea pig! [Ishiguro gives the camera a big thumb up with his heavily padded hand.] Narrator: Now where to buy from? You could always go to an animal breeder... [Ishiguro stands to make over the top thrusting gestures at the camera with his crotch.] Narrator: ...But that footage was too graphic for television. [Ishiguro pulls away a small patch of fur on his chest, exposing his nipple with a small silver tassel on it.] Narrator: Or you could go to an animal shelter. Many guinea pigs can be found in animal shelters desperately in need of a home. Some of them may have been used in lab experiments, others as live food for pet snakes, some have been mistreated, the only consistent is, that they need your help! Can't you find it in your heart to help a poor unfortunate creature get a second chance? ...Of course, guinea pigs bought from animal shelters can be sickly, old, and generally mentally unbalanced. Who really wants an unsavoury pet? [Strutting around with his tassel, Ishiguro is all but oblivious to the speech, yet somehow catches the last line. Realizing that this seedy behaviour might hurt his chances of employment, Ishiguro covers up, then flashes his big blue eyes at the camera.] Narrator: Guinea pigs are basically glorified rats, so why bother going out of your way? One might as well go to the local pet store, where you'll find a wide variety of breeds! [A few people start to walk in front of the camera, giving the cage the impression of being in a pet store.] Narrator: Don't just pick a guinea pig because you like his colour scheme, that's shallow and tacky. No, first check for signs of illness. Guinea pigs may be two for a dollar, but if one croaks a week after bringing it home, you have to pay for gas to go out and replace it! [Ishiguro sneers, taking a seat in the hay, as he's quite tired of this. If that narrator doesn't watch it, Ishiguro might have to go Hamster style on him.] Narrator: Guinea pigs are very social creatures. Watch them carefully if there are several in one cage, to make sure their alert and active! Sick guinea pigs tend to stick to themselves, sitting in the cage and doing very little. [Eager to please, desperate for a contract, Ishiguro grudgingly jumps to attention. Turning to the pseudo-Human guinea pigs in the corner, Ishiguro runs over, patting a few of them on the back, shaking hands, then jumping on a giant novelty wheel in the corner of the cage. Got to stay in shape.] Narrator: It's always a good idea to listen to your guinea pig breath. If it wheezes or makes unusual noises it could have respiratory problems! [Ishiguro jumps off the wheel, wheezing heavily as he struggles to breath. Ishiguro shoots the narrator a dirty look...what the hell do they expect, it's hard to run in that costume! Stopping a moment to catch his second wind, Ishiguro eventually forces himself upright, and tries very hard to breath in and out without problems.] Narrator: Check the eyes and nose to make sure it's free of discharges. [Wiping his eyes clear, then blowing his nose off camera, Ishiguro stares upward, happy to let everyone inspect him.] Narrator: Now check the guinea pigs' coat for thin spots or bare patches. [Swallowing hard, Ishiguro looks down at the hairless part of his suit he removed for the nipple gag. Quickly reaching down, Kazuo picks up the patch of cotton he tore off. Pressing it against his bosom, Ishiguro smiles broadly, striking a few poses to show off his amazing coat. This narrating bastard isn't going to mess Ishiguro up!] Narrator: Droppings should be solid! Diarrhoea can be a symptom of contagious bacterial infection, which is extremely serious in smaller animals! [Wide eyed, Ishiguro kicks some of the hay to a spot just behind him.] Narrator: ...And lastly, if males and females are kept together and any of the females are four weeks old, they may be pregnant. [Eyes narrow. That's it. Ishiguro crabs his crotch, as if to say, "I'm a MAN GOD DAMMIT!" Waving the camera off, Ishiguro stalks over to the giant water bottle, happy to wash his hands of this whole ordeal.] Narrator: Once again, now that you've made your selection, congratulations! PWR, you've got yourselves a HELL of a GUINEA PIG! [I know they needed international wrestlers for international incident, but this is really scraping the bottom of the barrel. Or cage. As the camera pulls in on Ishiguro as he drinks from the water bottle, we fade to the Hamster Dance. And as we fade back to the Frank And Sons Collectible Show Warehouse "arena", we hear Johnny Malibu's atrocious Will Smith entrance music.] MC: The following contest is set for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first... making his way down the aisle... from Los Angeles, California... JOHNNY MALIBU! [The flamboyant Armani Exchange member springs through the entrance curtain drawing a minor heel pop from the People of the Revolution... who quite frankly don't care too much either way for this 19 year old. Malibu flips off a ringside fan, smirking as the fan gets in his face... and then turns to head towards the ring... ...and promptly collapses to the concrete as Kendrick Lane comes flying from behind, clipping Malibu's knee with a shoulder drive chopblock!] JD: OHHH! Kendrick Lane's not gonna wait to be introduced! He's not going to wait for a bell! He's taking the fight to Johnny Malibu right now! [With Malibu down on the floor, clutching his knee, Lane stomps and kicks the wounded limb... and surprisingly, gets some cheers for it. These fans don't care for Kendrick Lane... but their hatred for him is overwashed by their apathy towards Johnny Malibu for the moment.] JD: Lane continues to stomp the knee... the fans actually cheering him for it. That's how much they want Johnny Malibu out of their sights. Referee Steve Stevens is begging Lane to get Malibu in the ring... he's right out there in the face of the former competitor from Grand Isle. [Pulling Malibu down the aisle by the hair, Lane fires him under the bottom rope as Stevens calls for the bell to start the match.] JD: Kendrick steps up on the apron, stopping to badmouth some of our fans here... come on, Lane... there's no call for that! [Lane slowly steps into the ring, edging towards the injured Malibu who is still lying on the canvas, cradling his leg.] JD: I think Johnny Malibu is hurt and hurt seriously, fans. Kendrick Lane is moving in... but the referee is checking on Malibu. He may need to stop this match right now. [A hard boot to the ribs puts Malibu on his back... right where Lane wants him as he ties up the youngster's leg around his own in an indian deathlock... ...and falls back as hard and fast as he possibly can, sending a wail of agony into the air from Johnny Malibu.] JD: Memory Lane! Kendrick applies Memory Lane and- [DING DING DING] JD: Malibu taps out! The kid couldn't take any more of it! [Referee Stevens immediately yanks Lane off of Malibu, trying to save the young man from any more pain.] JD: Kendrick Lane is your winner... and look at the sneer on his face. He wanted to do even more damage to this kid. [The fans grow silent as Malibu screams in pain, clutching his knee as Kendrick Lane glares down at him.] JD: Kendrick Lane has taken out _two_ PWR competitors in two months of action here. He may have ended Tony Cameron's career last month... and quite frankly, he may have just done the same to Johnny Malibu here tonight. Kendrick Lane is laying waste to every PWR competitor that gets in his way. [Lane continues to glare at Malibu as he raises a triumphant arm, ignoring the referee's pleas to step back and leave the ring.] JD: Lane is definitely making a name for himself here in PWR... and you just have to wonder if this path of destruction will end at the Pacific Championship. Fans, we need to get some help out here for Johnny Malibu. While we do that, let's take a look at a new superstar that will soon be appearing in Pro Wrestling Revolution... and believe me, you won't want to miss this one. [We fade from a shot of an anguished Johnny Malibu to black. A voiceover is heard.] "A superior pedigree cannot be earned. It is inherited. And flawless excellence is attainable only by the few. ... And naturally, I am the very embodiment of both such strengths." [From the all-encompassing tapestry of black the scene unfurls, depicting a close up perspective of a well-manicured right hand resting atop a lovingly crafted brass topped cane. Unrestrained, the somewhat disembodied voice continues with his catharsis.] "I am, for want of a better word, a prodigy. From birth I was destined to be so. My bloodline alone assured me of such. So when I see the debacle that professional wrestling has become, it irks me to my very core. The impurities that currently plague what sadly passes for our sport these days is an affront to the pioneers and Legends that came before us. What we have now is an embarrassing freakshow of monstrous proportions, with lumbering ogres of little ability and stunted little hara-kiri-esque runts dominating the scene." [Abruptly the visual matter shifts to show a pair of piercing blue eyes slicing into the very camera lense itself. The intensity emitted from them is overwhelming ... and in some respects almost familiar.] "So now is _my_ time to make my presence known in this PWR organisation, to reinstall tradition; to show all and sundry just what wrestling is and how it should always be. I am your self-appointed saviour, whether it is welcomed or not ... But by the time I am finished, every last one of you will be able to appreciate my words of wisdom, and you will duly realise that you have been exploited and brainwashed, as the years have passed. Yes indeed, soon my pedigree will be undeniable to even the most ignorant and pig-headed ... And sooner still, my excellence will be revered and subject to imitation, albeit in an inferior guise." [Now only the lower part of his face is shown. His 'high brow' sneer is worn with a practised ease upon his clean shaven facade.] "Individuals like Pure X might _think_ they are the sole answer to the deplorable state of wrestling today, but they are grossly mistaken. _I_ am the revolution. Heed my words ..." [Steadily but surely, the portrait in front of us descends into an obsidian hue once more, leaving only his voice to conclude his thoughts.] "... because the truth has just been spoken." [With this utterance fading into ominous silence, a caption then fills the screen in a red and distinctly regal Vivaldi font. Is it a warning/salutation hybrid.] 'Lord William Whiteross ... is arriving ...' [End.] JD: Lord William Whitecross is arriving indeed... and speaking for myself, I can _not_ wait for his debut here in the Revolution. Fans, Johnny Malibu has been helped from the ring... unfortunately, it took several PWR officials to help him to the back as he was completely unable to put any weight on that injured leg. [We cut to the ring where Melissa Cannon is standing, ready to resume her duties.] MC: The following contest is a non-title affair set for one fall with a sixty minute time limit. [Melissa lowers the mic as the White Stripes' "The Hardest Button To Button" starts up to a phenomenal pop from the PWR faithful. The curtain parts to reveal Kenta Kitzukawa as he storms into view, raising a beefy arm to the air, bringing the fans to their feet in tribute.] JD: Kenta Kitzukawa has quickly become one of the most popular superstars here in Pro Wrestling Revolution and these fans will be solidly behind him tonight as he battles one of the most hated men in PWR. [Kitzukawa climbs up on the ring apron, stepping into the ring and settling into the corner to wait for his opponent. Soon, the opening riffs of ZZ Top's "Sharp Dressed Man" begin to blare across the sound system, the crowd responding to the music with a chorus of boos. The camera cuts to the entranceway, where the curtains part to reveal one of PWR's most despised (and annoying) characters, "Ladykiller" Calisto Dufresne. Dufresne is clad in a black three-piece suit, his flowing blonde hair cascading down past his shoulders. He stands at the head of the entryway for many moments, soaking in all of the boos he probably thinks are cheers from his "throngs of adoring fans".] JD: And here comes the Pacific Champion, title belt around his waist... looking on with disdain at the fans here in the City of Industry. [He finally begins to make his way towards the ring, ignoring every fan who is screaming obscenities at him. They just hate him because he's beautiful. Yeah, that's it. Dufresne finally makes it to the ring, where he proceeds to climb up the stairs and in through the ring ropes. "The Ladykiller" then proceeds to move to the center of the ring and slowly remove his three-piece suit, mostly to the chagrin of the male audience, but a few female shrieks are heard from the crowd as well. Dufresne finally finishes removing his suit, and now proceeds to pose for the crowd, flexing his well-defined muscles as the crowd's ever- increasing boos become more and more evident. Dufresne sneers derisively at the crowd as he moves to the corner, preparing for the start of the match.] JD: Patrick Rodriguez is our assigned official for the match, checking both men... giving them their final instructions. [Melissa Cannon retakes the mic in the middle of the ring.] MC: Introducing first... from Osaka, Japan...at 5'11 and 260 pounds... KENTA KITZUKAAAAAWAAAA! [A huge pop goes up for the M-DOJO student who raises a lone arm in acknowledgement.] MC: And his opponent...at 6'3 and 245 pounds... originally from Avery Island, Louisiana... he is the Pro Wrestling Revolution Pacific Champion... He is the Ladykiller... CALISTO DUUUUUFRESNE!!! [MASSIVE HEEL POP!] JD: Both men edging out towards each other... the official in the middle of them. [A few last second instructions... and a signal to the timekeeper.] JD: Referee Patrick Rodriguez has called for the bell and here we go! A non-title match with very important stakes. A win by Kenta Kitzukawa here will definitely shoot him up the Top 5 rankings in his efforts to get a future shot at the Pacific Title. Not only that, but you would assume that it would _cement_ his claim to a spot in the J*STAR Crown tournament next month at the Festival. A loss could really knock him from his lofty perch though. [Walking out to the center of the ring, the arrogant Pacific Champion stares directly in the eyes of his young M-DOJO mate.] JD: This could explode at any minute. Both men know the high stakes despite the non-title status of the matchup. [With Kitzukawa's hard stare hitting Dufresne square in the face, the champion begins to try and get into the rookie's head.] JD: We've got some trashtalking going on, fans. [The cameras zoom in to pick up the words of the champion.] CD: You're the big "prize student" of the Dojo? You're the one that's supposed to be Todd's protege? [Dufresne makes the "I have the title" gesture.] CD: You're nothing, boy... nothing but a punk bitch who has dropped the ball and let down _everyone_ that's ever thought you'd accomplish something. [Kitzukawa's stare grows colder... but he does not respond.] CD: You let down these fans... you let down the boys in the Dojo... ...and you let down your mentor! [A big "OHHHHHHHHH!" springs up from the crowd.] JD: Those sound like fighting words to me, fans. But Kenta Kitzukawa refuses to let this punk under his skin. He refuses to let Dufresne get the better of these mind games. [Dufresne gets flustered, assuming Kitzukawa would have snapped by now, and results to the one thing he _knows_ will get a reaction.] Ê "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ê [The fans _erupt_ in cheers as Kitzukawa responds to the hard slap with a blow of his own... ...a brutal forearm shot that knocks the Pacific Champion off his feet and down to the canvas.] JD: Holy hell! Dufresne got knocked the fu- [Referee Rodriguez drops to the canvas, kneeling beside a motionless Calisto Dufresne, trying to see if the champion can continue.] JD: Dufresne may have just gotten knocked out cold, fans! This match may be over! [Kitzukawa nudges Rodriguez aside, diving on top of Dufresne with a lateral press.] JD: ONE!! Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê TWO!!! Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê THRE- [MASSIVE SHOCKED POP!] JD: Dufresne gets the shoulder up! The Pacific Champion breaks the three count! I thought it was over, fans... I seriously thought he had been knocked out cold with that forearm shot from Kenta. [Still stunned from the blow, a dazed Dufresne rolls away from Kitzukawa, dropping down to the concrete floor off the apron. Referee Rodriguez is immediately on the scene to prevent Kenta from following.] JD: Calisto Dufresne's trying to get the hell away from Kenta. I don't think he did his homework or he would have known better than to get in range of those forearm strikes. Goodness, what a shot he took. [Rubbing his jaw, Dufresne manages to push himself to his feet, almost falling as he tries to steady himself.] JD: The champion's out on his feet... totally unable to stand on his own. He's leaning on the apron to keep his balance. [Dufresne staggers down the length of the apron, hanging on to it to stay on his feet... and snatches his title belt away from Melissa Cannon, hugging it to his chest... ...and making his way towards the exit, waving off the referee's orders to get back in the ring.] JD: What?! Calisto Dufresne's a coward, fans! He's a damn coward! [The fans _really_ get on Dufresne's case, calling for him to stay and fight as he ignores them, staggering towards the entrance curtain.] JD: Dufresne is taking his ball and going home! He got levelled by Kitzukawa and now he's trying to walk out on this match to avoid any further punishment. [Dufresne pauses by the entryway, looking back at the ring where referee Patrick Rodriguez has reluctantly started a ten count to end the match. A big grin crosses the Pacific Champion's face as he mockingly waves at Kenta.] JD: This man is a sad and pathetic excuse for a champion, fans. He does not deserve to lead this promotion! [The referee reaches a four count, Kitzukawa pleading with him to stop the count.] JD: Kenta doesn't want to see it end... I don't want to see it end this way either. These fans are all over Dufresne, trying to goad him back into the ring. [Dufresne backpedals a bit more, almost through the curtain now as the referee gets up to seven.] JD: Kenta Kitzukawa is going to win this match by countout... definitely not what he was hoping for. He wants to beat the Pacific Champion in the center of the ring and unfortunately, he's not going to get that chance here tonight. [As the count reaches nine, Kitzukawa suddenly grabs the referee, pulling him away from the ropes towards the corner.] JD: Kenta broke the count! He's taking matters into his own hands! [A frustrated Dufresne glares at Kitzukawa... then at the jeering fans.and starts walking back towards the ring.] JD: Yeah! Kenta Kitzukawa's showing the world that there's no easy ride in Pro Wrestling Revolution. If Dufresne wants to talk the talk, he's going to have to walk the walk as well! [An angry Dufresne sets the title down in the corner and then steps back up on the ring apron... ...where Kenta Kitzukawa is waiting for him.] JD: Kenta's going to- oh come on! [The fans explode into jeers as Dufresne drops back down off the apron, shaking his head at the Osaka native... and ordering Patrick Rodriguez to get involved.] CD: Get him back, ref! Do your job! [An annoyed official steps between Kitzukawa and the ropes, backing him slowly away as Calisto Dufresne climbs back up on the ring apron.] JD: Kenta backs away, the champ back up- here comes Kenta! [Shoving the referee aside, Kitzukawa stalks towards his prey... ...and gets a finger jabbed into his eye for his efforts. Heel pop!] JD: Cheap shot by the champion! [Grabbing his quasi-challenger by the hair, Dufresne drops off the apron, bringing a stunned Kenta's throat slamming down into the top rope and snapping him backwards.] JD: Dufresne's on the attack now, rolling back into the ring finally and- [Throwing himself at his opponent, Dufresne drives his shoulder into the back of Kitzukawa's knee, bringing the Japanese warrior to the canvas.] JD: Oh! Right to the knee! A full-on clip to the back of the knee! [The injured Kitzukawa immediately grabs for his knee, pain shooting up his leg.] JD: Kenta's hurting, fans... Dufresne did some major damage right there and- [A howl of pain shoots into the sky as Dufresne viciously drives his boot down onto the knee repeatedly.] JD: The Pacfic Champion's stomping the hell out of the knee of Kenta... really working him over. He's found a weak point and like a shark on the prowl, he smells blood in the water! [Extending Kenta's leg by pulling on his foot, Dufresne swiftly drives his own foot into the knee area with a hard kick.] JD: Oh my! A brutal kick to the knee by the champion... and Kenta Kitzukawa's in trouble, fans. Dufresne probably just wants to win the match... but you can bet he'd be thrilled to put the rookie sensation on the injured list too. He'd take out another potential contender as well as put a serious feather in his cap. [Another hard kick to the knee brings a grimace to Kenta's face. Dufresne leans down, pulling the M-DOJO student up by the hair.] JD: He's got Kenta hooked... oh no. [Dufresne hoists his classmate in the air... ...and brings his knee down hard across Dufresne's own knee!] JD: Kneebreaker! Goodness! [A howl of pain escapes Kitzukawa's body again as his knee is put through the wringer. Dufresne shoves him back down to the canvas, keeping his grasp on the Osaka native's ankle.] JD: Kenta's down and- figure four! [The champion quickly moves into a spinning toehold, aiming to apply the painful figure four leglock... ...but Kitzukawa has other ideas as he reaches up, snaring Dufrense by the hair, and bringing him down in an inside cradle!] JD: ONE!!! Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê TWO!!! Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê THRE- [BIG DISAPPOINTED POP!] JD: Oh my! Dufresne just _barely_ escaped again! Kenta was a hair away from scoring the non-title victory over the Pacific Champion. [A stunned Dufresne gets back to his feet quickly, meeting Kitzukawa as he rises as well.] JD: Both men up, Kenta barely able to stan- Ê "WHAAAAAAAP!" Ê JD: OH! Hard kick to the thigh by Kitzukawa! He lashed out with that kick to the leg, trying to knot up Dufresne's hamstring and to buy himself some time to recover perhaps. Ê "WHAAAAAAAAP!" Ê JD: Another one on target! Dufresne's staggering away from those kicks... really feeling the effects of them and- [But before Kitzukawa can strike again, the Pacific Champion leaves his feet, lashing out with a dropkick to the wounded knee of his opponent, bringing him back down to the mat.] JD: Damn. Kenta was on a roll, really laying into Dufresne... but Calisto struck back, putting his opponent and potential future challenger down to the canvas. [Kitzukawa immediately reaches for his knee again as Dufresne moves in, ripping the leg away from Kenta's own arms.] JD: Calisto's got him hooked... spinning toehold! [The crowd groans with sympathy as Dufresne increases the pressure, upping the torque on the injured limb. He repeats the spinning motion, causing even more damage to the leg.] JD: Referee Patrick Rodriguez is right there... right on the scene to check for a possible submission. Look at Calisto Dufresne! He's loving this! [A sick grin on his face, Dufresne maintains the toehold, screaming at Kitzukawa... ...and then slapping him across the face.] JD: That's totally uncalled for, fans! What a jackass this guy is! And _he's_ our champion? Ugh. [Keeping his grip on the ankle, Dufresne drags a helpless Kitzukawa over to the side of the ring, draping his foot over the bottom rope.] JD: Uh oh. This can't be good for the Osaka rookie. [Stepping up to the middle rope, Dufresne leaps into the air... ...and brings all his weight crashing down onto the injured knee!] JD: OHHHH! [A smirking Dufresne chuckles as Kitzukawa cries out in agony. The fans jeer Dufresne relentlessly as he mocks his opponent, clutching his own knee in mock pain.] JD: This guy... man, someday this guy is gonna get taught a lesson and I hope I'm there to see it. That kind of move can tear a knee out completely... hell, he could end a career by doing something like that and he just doesn't care. Our referee is right there to reprimand him... but Dufresne just shoves him aside, moving back in. [A hard kick to the ribs forces Kitzukawa to roll over onto his stomach, allowing Dufresne to grab the foot and lift Kenta into the air... ...before slamming his injured knee back down to the mat, sending yet another cry of pain into the Frank And Sons Collectible Show Warehouse crowd.] JD: Kenta's in horrific amounts of pain, fans. You can hear his cries of agony as he tries to... well, he's rolling out to the ring apron now but I don't know how much that's going to help him. I think Calisto Dufresne is on a mission here tonight and there may not be anything to stop him from taking Kenta out for good. Kenta's out on the apron... but Dufresne's going out there after him. [Stepping out onto the apron, Dufresne chuckles at the look of pain plastered on the face of Kitzukawa.] CD: Look at your hero now, people! [The fans respond with hatred... pure hatred for the Pacific Champion's taunts of both them and one of their favorites.] JD: Kitzukawa's leaning against the post, trying to pull himself up with the ropes. You know this guy's fighting spirit won't allow him to give up... won't allow him to let things slip away. He's here to fight with every bit of his being. [With that smirk cemented on his face, Dufresne drives a few more stomps to the knee of Kitzukawa, doing more and more serious damage with every blow.] JD: Dufresne drops down off the apron to the floor... oh my god! Somebody stop him! [Grabbing the foot of Kitzukawa, he raises the leg as high as he can... ...and slams the back of the knee down on the ring apron!] JD: Sweet Jumping Jesus On A Cross! [Dufresne keeps his grasp on the leg, ignoring Kitzukawa's attempts to free himself... ...and drags him towards the ringpost.] JD: Oh god. Fans, I hate to say it... but the referee may need to think about stopping this match. This is getting very dangerous and becoming a very serious threat to the career of Kenta Kitzukawa. [Putting one leg on each side of the ringpost, Dufresne rears back... and wraps the leg around the steel! Huge heel pop!] JD: OHHHHHH! [Kitzukawa cries out, splitting the air with his screams of pain as the referee checks him again, making sure he's able to continue.] JD: Dufresne rolls back in... and a quick cover! ONE!!! Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê TWO!!! Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê THRE- Ê [BIG POP!] Ê JD: Not enough! He's put this kid through hell but it's not enough to keep him down for a three count. [An angry Dufresne springs to his feet, immediately stomping the kneecap of the fallen M-DOJO rookie.] JD: Dufresne thought he had him and he's hot under the collar now. He's stomping the hell out of Todd Michaelson's prize student and- oh no. [The crowd buzzes as Dufresne slides out to the floor again, wrapping the leg around the steel ringpost... ...and somehow getting him into a figure four leglock!] JD: Oh my god! Steel ringpost figure four! [Kitzukawa sits up against the buckles, wailing with agony as he desperately tries to find a way out of the hold. Official Patrick Rodriguez immediately reprimands Dufresne, ordering him to break the hold.] JD: This isn't a legal hold! He can't get a submission this way but he very well might cripple this kid. He could break his leg... shatter his kneecap... who knows. [After a few moments of increasing pain, Dufresne releases the hold, rolling back into the ring. He stands over the pain-ridden Kitzukawa, planting his foot on his back and taunting the fans again.] JD: Give me a break! This kid is just too much. [Leaning down, Dufresne pulls Kitzukawa up by the hair.] Ê "WHAAAAAAAAAP!" Ê [HUGE POP!] JD: Goodness! Kenta connects with a forearm that may have been thrown even _harder_ than the one he threw to start the match! Dufresne nearly toppled over, falling back into the corner. [Kitzukawa limps into the corner, grabbing the Pacific Champion with his left hand, cradling his head to make sure his target doesn't move... ...and unleashes a flurry of right forearms to the face!] Ê "WHAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAP!" Ê [The barrage of forearm shots leaves Dufresne barely able to stand in the corner... arms draped over the ropes to keep on his feet.] JD: Kenta grabs the arm... whip! [Dufresne's spine slams into the turnbuckles at top velocity, sending a major jolt through his back.] JD: The champion's in trouble! Kitzukawa's on the move, hobbling towards his opponent... trying to find a way to get maximum damage without furthing injuring his wounded knee. [Kenta limps across the ring, cornering Dufresne... ...who brings his knee up unexpectedly into the midsection to block Kitzukawa's approach. He quickly grabs a handful of hair and slams Kenta facefirst to the top turnbuckle.] JD: Kenta can't sustain his offense at this point, fans... he's just hurting too badly. Calisto Dufresne seems to have this match well in hand barring any major burst of energy from his opponent. [Dufresne backs off, allowing the staggered Kitzukawa to hobble backwards into his waiting grasp as he hoists him up... and brings him crashing down with a belly to back suplex.] JD: Lateral press! ONE!!! Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê TWO!!! Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê THRE- [POP!] JD: No! It's still not enough to keep Kitzukawa down! What tremendous heart on display by the M-DOJO superstar as Dufresne reaches down to pull him up again. [Once again in a side grip, Dufresne lifts Kenta up and brings him down in another kneebreaker!] JD: He hangs on to the foot... DRAGON SCREW! [The crowd roars for the move... certain to do even more damage to the hobbled Kitzukawa.] JD: He's gonna do it again... pulling Kenta up by the hair but still holding on to that leg... rolling dragon screw legwhip coming up, fans! [But as both men regain their feet, Kitzukawa reaches down for something to save him, springing into the air...] Ê "WHAAAAAAAAAP!" Ê [...and scoring with a savage kick to the back of the head that sends Dufresne into a front flip before crashing down to the canvas! Huuuuuge pop!] JD: ENZUUUUUUUUUUGIRI!! [With both men down and motionless, the fans quickly rally behind the Osaka native.] Ê "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap Ê [With the People of the Revolution behind him, the Osaka native battle back to his feet just as the Pacific Champion manages to do the same.] JD: Both men back to their feet! The fight is on! [Dufresne, shaking the cobwebs, throws a wild forearm at his quasi-challenger, knocking a couple steps back.] JD: Dufresne with a forearm! [And as Kenta rears back... he returns the favor!] Ê "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ê JD: You do _not_ want to trade forearms with Kenta Kitzukawa! Ask City Jack all about that one! This kid will turn your lights out in a hurry with some of those! [Dufresne falls backwards, grabbing the top rope to stay on his feet as Kenta continues towards him.] JD: Both men in the corner.. [POP!] JD: Kenta hooks him! [And takes the Pacific Champion up and over with a Northern Lights Suplex!] JD: ONE!!! Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê TWO!!! Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê THRE- [The crowd deflates with disappointment as Kitzukawa's leg is unable to hold the bridge, allowing Dufresne to slip out of the pin attempt.] JD: He couldn't keep him down! His leg has been through hell and back and he was unable to keep the pin down. But Dufresne is shaken up pretty badly as Kenta pushes himself back to his feet, practically standing on one leg. [Reaching down, Kitzukawa pulls Dufresne off the canvas and into a rear waistlock.] JD: Waistlock! Ê "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" Ê JD: GERMAN! [The crowd roars as the back of the Pacific Champion's head and neck slam into the canvas... ...and then grow louder as Kenta rolls right back up to his feet, dragging Dufresne up to a vertical base.] JD: Both men back up... another German? No. Kenta switches his grip... double chickenwing! [Kitzukawa hoists Dufresne into the air again... ...and brings him crashing down on the back of his head and neck. And gets right... back... up!] JD: He's not done! We've seen a German... we've seen a tiger... and now... [The crowd explodes as Kenta switches his grip yet again... ...this time to a full nelson.] JD: DRAGON! He's got it hooked... set... ready! [But before he can lift him to the air...] Ê "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ê JD: LOW BLOW! Dufresne kicked him low! [The Pacific Champion collapses to the mat, having scored with a back kick to the groin. Kitzukawa doubles over in pain, making him easy pickings as Dufresne pops back to his feet.] JD: Front facelock! He's going for the Wham Bam- [But before he can spike Kenta to the canvas with an Implant DDT, Dufresne finds himself slammed backfirst into the turnbuckles thanks to a sudden burst of desperate energy by Kitzukawa.] JD: Kenta counters the DDT attempt! He knew it was coming and he knew what he had to do to avoid it! [Kitzukawa straightens up, burying a boot in the midsection of his opponent... ...and pulling him into a standing headscissors.] JD: Powerbomb! He's going for a powerbomb! He lifts! [The Osaka native hoists Dufresne high into the air, pausing as he's up on his shoulders... ...but before he can bring the Pacific Champion crashing down to the canvas, his knee buckles. Kitzukawa collapses from the strain, his legs tucking upwards as Dufresne crashing down on his chest.] JD: What the-?! The knee buckled and- no! [Reaching back, Dufresne snares Kenta's legs, pulling them tight into a cradle.] JD: ONE!!! Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê TWO!!! Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê Ê THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!! [DING DING DING] JD: Calisto Dufresne has done it! Dufresne scores the big win in this non-title match... and I'll be damned, but he did it cleanly. [The Pacific Champion climbs to his feet, thrusting his arms in the air in triumph... ...and completely turns his back to the entryway where Tyson Bryson suddenly bursts into view, tearing towards the ring and diving headfirst under the bottom rope to a big pop!] JD: BRYSON! BRYSON! [With Dufresne's back turned, Bryson drives a knee into the champion's kidneys, yanking him into an inverted facelock... ...and rapidly spins to the side, slamming Dufresne facefirst into the canvas with a diamond cutter! Huge pop!] JD: UPSETTER! BRYSON HITS THE UPSETTER! [The crowd roars as Tyson Bryson retakes his feet, looking down on the prone Calisto Dufresne. He reaches behind his back, pulling a piece of paper from his waistband.] JD: What's that? [The camera zooms in to reveal a document with Bryson's signature at the bottom... and with a smirk, he places it in Dufresne's limp hand.] JD: That must be the contract! Tyson Bryson wants a Pacific Title match in the worst way... and now he's raised the pressure up a notch. He's hand-delivered a signed contract to Calisto Dufresne for a match for the Pacific Championship! Fans... who knows what else we're going to see here tonight! Don't go away... we're off for a short intermission! [We hold the zoom on the signed contract in Dufresne's hand... and fade to black.] *** [The camera opens on a simple black screen. There is no writing, and there is no hope, cause it's black. Not that black is evil, nope. Black is beautiful, especially when mixed with a little Puerto Rican or hispanic and then DAAAAMN look out son, it's on like donkey kong as some wise sage once said. Anywho, the screen is black. And upon that black screen, white writing appears. White, by the way, _is_ evil. I can say that, I'm whiter than Alan Thicke in a snow storm.] White Writing: The Following Is a Presentation of the "Eddie Van Gibson for Deification" Committee. [The writing fades slowly, only to be replaced by further evil colored writing.] Evil Writing: The views expressed within this piece are the views of this committee, and the committee alone. They do not expressly reflect the views of the professional wrestler known as Eddie Van Gibson, or his estate. [Yep, more fading. Followed by, you guessed it, more words!] Evil Writing: However, the Committee is somewhat short of funds after last weeks gala where Mr. Eddie Van Gibson made an appearance. Corona light stock may be up, but we must sadly report our coffers are very low. Therefore, we could not afford to hire actors for this presentation. [Fade, more writing.] Evil Writing: Therefore, please enjoy this presentation on Mr. Eddie Van Gibson... [You know the drill.] Evil Writing: As performed by Puppets. [The blackness fades... Well, blackness can't really fade, but you get the point, and opens up again on a Thunderbird's esque wrestling interview sight. The ring is one of those nifty EMWC play rings that were all the rage that one christmas (The one with the bendy ropes so you could do Crimson Joe Reed's finisher correctly.) and in the middle of that ring? Suspended by strings? Is the best damned puppet going today, the idol of the marionettes, the Casbah of the Seseme Street set, the puppet so nice, they had to whittle him thrice... "Mister Maple Wood" Eddie Van "Your Daddy" Puppet Gibson."] EVPG: [In a voice that seems awfully familiar, and with a slight Canadian accent, and a hint of a sh!t-eating grin.] Hi boys and girls! It's your friend, Eddie Van Puppet Gibson, here to talk to you today about the evils of being a loser. [A string is lifted, and the right hand, the PIMP hand of Eddie Van Puppet Gibson, is raised. Another string is lowered, and upon it is a postage stamp sized picture of none other than Mr. Devon Case.] EVPG: Devon Case is a loser. [The picture is pulled up, and a mirror is lowered in the same manner.] EVPG: Do you wan't to be like Devon Case? I don't think so. [The mirror is removed, and Eddie Van Puppet Gibson is manipulated into standing with his hand's on his hips in true Superman fashion.] EVPG: Don't be a loser. [The camera begins pulling away just as the Eddie Van Puppet Gibson puppet is beginning to perform a very shakey version of the Strut! The scene fades to black, leaving us only with this cryptic message on the black screen.] Evil Writing: We told you we were broke. [And with that... we fade back to the interior of the Frank and Sons Collectible Show Warehouse where Pro Wrestling Revolution Owner/Operator Todd Michaelson is standing in the middle of the ring. The remnants of an ovation are heard as Todd gestures for quiet, grabbing the house mic.] TM: First off, I'd like to thank you all for coming out tonight for International Incident. [Pop!] TM: The continued support of wrestling fans both here in Southern California and all over the world is the greatest gift you can give to us here in Pro Wrestling Revolution... and we truly appreciate it. [Big pop!] TM: Now... unfortunately, before I can get to the good news of the night... I do have a little bit of bad news. A few moments ago before I stepped out here, I was informed that Matthew Yates has been delayed in his attempts to get here tonight and he will be unable to compete in tonight's tag team match. [A showering of boos greets the news.] TM: Therefore, the scheduled tag team match has been cancelled... but in it's place, we will see the first confrontation between Juvenil Infierno and Takuya Nobu in Pro Wrestling Revolution. [HUGE POP!] TM: This will not be a match... it won't even be sanctioned at all. It'll be a fight... pure and simple. No rules, no ref... whatever those two want to do to one another, I'm going to turn the other way and ignore! [Somehow, the cheers get louder.] TM: Now, we've got some other business to attend to as well. Last month at SHAZAM!, you all saw Caleb Temple come out here... and you all heard him make some very personal statements directed at me and my... well, my friends... my family... [Michaelson dips his head.] TM: And yeah, my wife. [The crowd buzzes with some confusion... well, most of them anyways.] TM: Caleb Temple has always made a name for himself in this business with his mindgames. He's skullfucked Matthews, Martinez, Casey, Courtade... you name it. And last month, you saw him take a shot at me. You see... Temple wanted to reveal to the world my secret. [The PWR Owner scratches his chin.] TM: After the EMWC closed down last year, I got married... [Pop!] TM: ...to Lori Dane. [HUGE SHOCKED POP! Michaelson chuckles at the response.] TM: What? You thought we _really_ hated each other all those years? [A ripple of laughter goes through the crowd.] TM: Caleb Temple knew that secret... and he exploited it at Who's The King when he burned my wife with a fireball. I wanted to rip his throat out with my bare hands... but she wouldn't let it happen. She didn't want to see PWR overcome by a feud between myself and Temple... and she's right. I'm here tonight to face Caleb Temple. [MASSIVE POP! Michaelson raises a hand.] TM: But not to confront him... not to attack him. I'm here to face Caleb Temple as a representative of the J*STAR Festival and tell him _exactly_ what he'll be doing next month. I'm here to- [The opening few bars of Slayer's "South of Heaven" ring out over the small PA system, and a few hostile chants and catcalls break out as the simple black curtain is swept aside for the entry of the devil himself, Caleb Temple. He looks utterly awful, deathly pale, dark eyes bloodshot to hell, and leaner than he has ever looked in his long career. Todd eyes the legend curiously as he smirks, entering the ring.] CT: Evening, chief. How's the wife? [Small "smart" pop as Temple chuckles softly. Todd, however, remains impassive, not a trace of emotion.] CT: You'll be sure to give her my regards, though, won't you? JD: Son of a bitch. [Another chant starts up...] "Fuck him up, Todd...fuck him up!" *clapclap* "Fuck him up, Todd...fuck him up!" *clapclap* "Fuck him up, Todd...fuck him up!" *clapclap* CT: You're not about to do that, Todd, are you? Course not. [Still no response from Todd.] CT: You're here to play Boss Man, aren't you, Todd? Here to assign me my role in your big show? Isn't that right? [Todd doesn't take his eyes off the man he once respected, a long time ago. Temple's eyes widen a little, eyebrows raised, pausing to let his grudging employer speak. But he doesn't.] CT: Then do it, Todd. Give the people what they want to hear. [Finally, Todd smiles.] TM: Caleb... I have a confession to make. You're a religious man, right? A "man of God"? You'll hear my confession, won't you, Caleb? Sure you will. This is my show, after all. [Pop!] TM: Caleb... I lied to you. A very small white lie, yes, but a lie nevertheless. That big announcement we made? The one which said a J*STAR official would make the announcement? No-one said it was going to be me. [HUGE POP! Temple arches an eyebrow as Michaelson points to the curtain... ...and L7's "Shitlist" starts up to a huge pop from the Pro Wrestling Revolution faithful!] JD: Oh my! Caleb Temple looks like... well, he looks like someone just walked over his grave! [The curtain parts as former EMWC President/now Empire Sports owner Chris Blue strides through the curtain in a black sportscoat over a Eric Gagne "Game Over" t-shirt. He slaps hands with as many as he can on the way to the ring before stepping up on the apron and into the ring. A big smile crosses the face of Blue as he shakes Todd's hand, accepting the house mic. But before he can speak...] CT: Well, well, well. [He nods to his former employer.] CT: The ghost of Christmas past, as I live and breathe. [He chuckles softly again.] CT: What say you make this quick, Christopher? I have... other matters... to tend to. [Blue chuckles as well, ignoring Temple's "demands".] CB: Hello darkness, my old friend. [A big grin on Blue's face. Temple simply glares, looking annoyed.] CB: I guess I should have a lot of venom to spew at you, Caleb... lord knows you've had plenty to spew at me as of late. [Temple chuckles, waving Blue to "bring it on".] CB: But I think there'll be another time... another place for that. Perhaps... the J*STAR Festival. [HUGE POP!] CB: I know you've been paying attention, Caleb... and since you have, you know that we ran a poll of the fans to see what they wanted to see go down at the big event. [The fans begin to buzz as Temple's eyebrows raise.] CB: You got it, Caleb. At the J*STAR Festival, two of the men who despise you more than anyone else... two of the men who would love to end your damn career... hell, maybe even your life... you will meet those two men... Jeff Matthews. [Huge pop!] CB: And Alex Martinez. [Huge pop!] CB: In your own damn playground. It'll be up in lights, old pal. Temple. Matthews. Martinez. [Dramatic pause.] CB: Killing Box. [DEAFENING POP! The crowd roars in celebration of the official announcement as Michaelson applauds the declaration. Temple doesn't respond with anger or shock or... much of anything. His face stays calm and still... and his voice stays steady as he replies.] CT: Heed my warning, Christopher. [He nods to Todd.] CT: You too, lapdog. The Box... was once my home. My own private Doghead. The only place I could find solace, bloody redemption. Now... it means as little to me as the men who will join me. Their names are no more than a jumble of words from my past, and your precious Box? Simple wire, glass, wood and steel. A contraption. Nothing more. Whether I come, whether I even live or die, means nothing. [He pauses for a moment.] CT: Your show will go on. Mine ended a long time ago. [He drops the mic, and with that, is gone. Todd and Blue simply look at one another.] JD: What the hell did he mean by that? [Blue and Michaelson confer "off microphone" for a bit.] CB: Well, fans... we've got some more J*STAR news for you as well. In addition to what I've just announced, we've also got- [But before Blue can finish, a PWR staff member runs out from backstage, carrying a cell phone. He's breathing heavily from the run as he slides into the ring, thrusting the phone towards Blue.] Staff member: Uh, Mr. Blue? Sorry to interrupt, but there's a person on the phone who wants to speak with you. [Blue looks confused.] CB: Is this really appropriate, son? I've got business to- [The staff member interrupts him.] SM: I've rigged up the phone so the whole audience can hear it too, sir. I think we should- CB: Now wait a damn minute. Who the hell you employing around here, Todd? I know you're running a low budget show but you just let anyone interrupt it at anytime?! Ktulu was bad enough but- [Again, the staff member interrupts.] SM: Sir, I _really_ think you'll want to hear this. He's _very_ persuasive. [And with that, a voice erupts from the PA system.] [voice]: Yo yo, Chris baby! How's your checkbook hanging? [Smattering of a pop from the few people who might recognize the speaker. Blue's eyes go wide, hearing the one voice he didn't expect to hear on this night.] CB: You son of a... Petrow?! [Big pop!] CB: I don't know what the hell you want, Joe... and I _really_ don't know how the hell you got this number but we're trying to do business here. So, if you don't mind... kill the phone! [Blue's order to the staff member goes nowhere as Petrow interrupts, shouting over Blue.] JP: Now wait a minute Chrissy boy. First of all, don't shoot the messenger, we would eventually be having this conversation anyway. And you damned well know that we still DO have business with each other, at least one last time. [The former EMWC boss looks confused, exchanging shrugs with Todd Michaelson.] CB: Joe, I haven't a clue what the hell you're talking about but I really do have more pressing matters to- [Petrow shouts him down again.] JP: My god man, you really were an emotional wreck those last few days of Showtime X. [Blue continues to look confused but says nothing.] JP: You were so uptight about everything falling down around you that when I used a loophole to get myself on the card, you barely glanced over the contract you signed with me. So I suppose you really _don't_ remember the clause I wrote in that stated, "In the event that this match does not take place at Showtime X, Joe Petrow will appear on the next supercard promoted by Chris Blue... [His eyes go wide... the crowd starting to buzz as they realize what's being said.] JP: ...against ANY opponent of his choosing!" [Blue kicks the ropes in anger as Michaelson moves to calm him down.] CB: That's bullshit, Petrow! And you know it! I'd never sign- JP: Hey, don't take my word for it, you got a copy for yourself, see what your lawyers can do with it. By the way, Trey Porter is all well and good, but if I can have ANY opponent of my choosing...and have YOU food the bill for getting him in the ring... [Again, he kicks the ropes in frustration at having been roped into something.] JP: ...then I think I got someone else in mind. I'll get back to you okay? [Blue stammers, trying to find the right words.] CB: Wai... dammit, wait! Wait a minute, you son of a- [Petrow interrupts one final time.] JP: Oh, one more thing, thanks for accepting the collect call, the rates from this time of day from here are unbelievable! Bye! [And with that, a loud "click" is heard and Blue _spikes_ his cell phone into the canvas, breaking it into pieces. A huge pop goes up as Michaelson and Blue exit the ring, frantically discussing what just went down.] JD: Fans, the J*STAR Festival just got a _hell_ of a lot more interesting! Caleb Temple, Jeff Matthews, and Alex Martinez will meet in the Killing Box... and Joe Petrow, the IIWF Forever Champion, against _anyone_ he wants to face?! Ohhhh my! I can't wait for J*STAR! But coming up next, in just a few moments, will be our non-sanctioned... no rules... no... well, no whatever... fight between Juvenil Infierno and Takuya Nobu. I have no idea what to expect in this situation at all, fans... but I can almost guarantee you that I wouldn't miss it for the world. From what I understand- [Suddenly, "King of Transexualvania" by Kyohei Yamada starts up to a massive heel pop from the Pro Wrestling Revolution fans as Takuya Nobu bursts through the curtain, flipping off everyone in sight. He's dressed in his ring attire and moves swiftly to the ring, forgoing the usual pomp and cirumstance that accompanies him.] JD: For this guy to come out here to face Infierno after what he's done... after what he did to El Caliente last month... after what he said to Infierno about his deceased father... he's either got a shortage of brains or a surplus of guts, that's for sure. [Nobu rolls into the ring, popping to his feet, and slaps the canvas with both hands, waving towards the locker room area.] JD: Nobu's wasting no time, fans... he just might want to get his hands on Infierno as badly as Juvy wants to get his hands on him. The fans in this building are buzzing... they don't have a clue what to expect from this situation either. We've never had something like this go down in PWR... no ref, no rules... just a fight. This is going to be- [A deafening pop goes up as Juvenil Infierno sprints through the curtain, not waiting for an introduction... not waiting for his music. In mere seconds, he slides headfirst under the bottom rope, springing to his feet as Nobu catches him upside the ear with a forearm shot.] JD: Oh! Here we go! [A flurry of forearms backs Infierno against the ropes where he quickly finds himself whipped across the ring.] JD: Whip by Nobu... he charges! [Infierno front somersaults in the air over the charging Nobu, landing on his feet as the former Zokugun Sangai member rebounds back towards him... ...and promptly gets backdropped _over_ the top rope and down hard to the concrete floor below! MASSIVE POP!] JD: HOLY GOD ALMIGHTY! NOBU JUST GOT- my god, Nobu may be done already! How the hell do you get up from something like that?! He got backdropped at full speed over the top rope and down to the cement floor! [A few of Nobu's students... his "young boys"... race to his side from the locker room, checking on their teacher and helping him off the floor... ...just what Juvenil Infierno was hoping for as he sprints across the ring, hurling his own body over the top rope... ...and completely wiping out everyone in range with a breathtaking somersault plancha! Another huge pop!] "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" JD: Infierno went for it all right there... and he just didn't give a damn what happened to himself in the process. That move was for El Caliente, Infierno's fallen student who is _still_ barely able to stand on his own after Nobu's brutal beating of him last month at SHAZAM! [Crawling over the strewn-out young boys, Infierno straddles the chest of Nobu and begins peppering the fallen Japanese competitor with right hands to the face.] JD: Infierno's snapped, fans! I've seen Juvenil Infierno compete in this business for _years_ and I've never seen him respond in this fashion to an opponent. Not with Quinn Brown... not with Youth Gone Wild... not with- [The crowd groans as two of Nobu's students pull Infierno off their teacher, allowing another to help the blue-haired freak off the floor... ...where he promptly charges at the tangled-up Infierno, knocking him down to the floor with a tackle and mirrors the earlier action, pounding the masked man with right hands.] JD: This is out of control! They're just brawling relentlessly on the floor... and without a referee to stop this, this damn fight could go on all damn night, fans! [Pulling Infierno off the floor by the mask, Nobu waves for a group of fans to get the hell out of the way.] JD: Oh no! CLEAR! [And with that slight warning, Nobu _hurls_ Infierno with a giant biel throw into the steel chairs, scattering dented and twisted metal seats everywhere. The fans roar with a mixture of fear and thrill as they cheer on their hero.] JD: The fans are trying to encircle the two... trying to get a better- [A big heel pop goes up as Nobu folds up a chair and _drives_ the end of it down into the ribcage of his rival.] JD: Oh, what a shot that was! How bizarre is it to see these two competitors who are known the world over for their abilities inside the ring completely throw those abilities aside for the chance to break the other one physically apart with anything they can swing at them?! [Nobu pushes the edge of the chair down onto Infierno's throat, leaning down to strangle the air out of the M-DOJO head trainer.] JD: AHHH! Somebody may need to stop this, fans! [The Japanese star hurls the chair aside, glaring at a youngster in an Infierno mask who is quite vehemate in his lack of support for Nobu.] JD: Uh oh. Keep your cool, young man cause you know Nobu won't. [Nobu leans down to slap Infierno's masked face, screaming at him over and over.] TN: WHAT WOULD YOUR FATHER THINK?! YOU'RE A DISGRACE TO HIM! A DISGRACE! "SLAAAAAP!" [The crowd roars with disapproval as Nobu kicks over a few more chairs, pulling Infierno up by the mask and dragging him towards the merchandise table.] JD: We need to get some control out here, fans... this is getting dangerous for the fans, the PWR staff members, the- "CLAAAAAANG!" JD: OHHH! Infierno gets sent facefirst into the metal wall! This warehouse is made mostly of metal and the M-DOJO lead trainer just got a faceful of it! He went down like he'd been shot... and it looks like he may have even dented the wall. [Nobu reaches over the merchandise table, grabbing a "BEST OF ZS" pirated tape. Damn bootleggers.] JD: What's he going to do with-? "CRAAAAAAACK!" [Big heel pop as the tape shatters over Infierno's skull!] JD: Oh come on! Give me a break! [Nobu drops down to a knee, firing a few more right hands at the masked man... ...and then digs his fingers into the eyeholes, attempting to rip the mask of his rival right off his damn head.] JD: NO! NOT THAT! [Suddenly, Infierno lashes out with a right hand that catches Nobu in the ear, staggering him away from the luchador.] JD: Juvy was desperate to get away from him... desperate to avoid his mask being ripped off his head. Nobu would absolutely _love_ to embarass, to humiliate Infierno like that here tonight in the City of Industry. [As Nobu moves back in, Infierno climbs to his knees and greets his attacker with a back elbow to the gut before grabbing a handful of blue hair...] "CLAAAAAAAANG!" JD: INTO THE WALL! Infierno fighting fire with fire! [Moving away from Nobu, the masked man picks up a trash can from the concession table... ...and clubs Nobu over the head with it, causing him to slump down on the concrete floor, back against the wall.] JD: Infierno nailed him with that metal trash can, spilling its' contents all over the place... what's he doing now? [The crowd begins to buzz as Infierno pushes the trash can firmly into the face of the downed Nobu and then begins to back some ten... fifteen... then twenty feet away... ...and charges.] JD: Oh my! Here he comes! [At the last moment, Infierno leaps into the air... ...and _drives_ both feet into the trash can, severly bending the hell out of it as it slams into the face of the blue-haired warrior! MASSIVE POP!] JD: WHOOOOA YEAH! [Infierno lies on the floor for a few moments, sucking wind into his body as Nobu stays motionless, metal trash can molded around his face.] JD: Infierno going to the playbook of some of the men in his former place of employ. And you know that a competitor... a sportsman like Infierno has no desire to do this... but Nobu has driven him to it! He's driven Juvenil Infierno over the edge! [The masked man slowly regains his feet, pulling Nobu off the floor as well. He throws him backfirst onto the merch table, grabbing a M-DOJO t-shirt... ...and promptly tries to shove it down Nobu's throat!] JD: Oh my! Infierno's trying to choke him... trying to strangle him with that t-shirt! [He throws the shirt aside, driving a series of hard right hands into the face of his rival before pulling him back up.] JD: Is he- oh my god! Infierno's setting up for a suplex on the concrete! [But Nobu's having none of it as he grabs onto the merch table, preventing any lift. An angry Infierno drives a forearm down onto his back, pulling him away from the table... and again throwing him facefirst into the metal wall of the warehouse!] JD: Goodness! This fight is going all over the ringside area... and we can only hope it stays in this area. We do not want to disturb the shoppers of the Frank and Sons- [A huge pop erupts as Infierno reaches down to the floor, swinging open a rollup load-in door that leads to the outside of the building. Sunlight shines through... yeah, so... it's not night... we lied, okay?] JD: We need to keep this inside the building! We need to- [A hard boot to the ribs staggers Nobu as Infierno grabs him by the hair, attempting to hurl him from five feet in the air down to the asphalt parking lot below.] JD: He's trying to take this outside of the building! Somebody's gotta stop- [Nobu slams on the brakes though, blocking the attempt... and then buries a knee up into the gut of Infierno. Grabbing Infierno's arm, he whips him back towards the ring... ...but sends Infierno sailing through the air into another section of steel chairs, scattering them all over. Huge pop for the excitement of the action... not for the man performing it.] JD: Fans, we've got one hell of a war on our hands... and can you imagine what it's going to be like when these two meet one on one in a normal match for the very first time in PWR?! [Nobu staggers through the scattered chairs, moving towards Infierno who is crawling towards the ring, trying to get a breather as his attacker grows closer.] JD: Nobu... oh my, he picked up a chair! No! Put that down! [Rearing waaaaay back, Nobu prepares to crown Infierno with it when he gets back to his feet... ...but the luchador has other ideas as he tackles Nobu, avoiding the chairstrike and sending Nobu backfirst into a pile of chairs! Big pop!] JD: Infierno was able to avoid the steel right there... and he's beating the hell out of Nobu again! Right hand! Right hand! Right hand! Right hand! [Leaving Nobu floored, Infierno rolls back into the ring... and points back to Nobu who is slowly trying to get back to his feet.] JD: Oh no. Juvy wants to fly again! Juvy wants to- HERE HE COMES!! [Infierno sprints at top speed across the ring... leaping into the air to fly between the top and middle ropes in a tope dive... ...where Takuya Nobu is waiting.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! [DEAFENING HOLY SHIT POP... and then? Silence.] JD: Oh... oh my god, fans. Oh dear god! [The crowd is hushed as Nobu stands over a prone Infierno, holding a badly dented steel chair high in the air.] JD: Juvenil Infierno leapt into the air, determined to hit that suicidal tope dive on Nobu... and Takuya Nobu was waiting with that steel chair. He _drilled_ Infierno with it... hell, he _caved in_ Juvy's skull with that shot! [Nobu glares with rage down at Infierno, still holding up that dented chair... and finally being dragged away from his rival by his students.] JD: Nobu's students are trying to get him out of here... trying to prevent him from doing any more damage. [Infierno rolls onto his back, his mask torn from the earlier ripping and then made even worse by the brutal chairshot. A small smattering of blood can be seen coloring his skin under the mask.] JD: Juvenil Infierno... fans, I've gotta say he lost this battle. He hasn't lost the war... not by a longshot. But on this night, Takuya Nobu has staked his claim on Juvenil Infierno. He's destroyed his student... he's dishonored his father... what could possibly be next? [Still cradling the chair in his arms, Nobu vanishes through the curtain as Kenta Kitzukawa and a handful of unidentified M-DOJO students race to their teacher's aid.] JD: Fans, this is a bad, bad situation... and as we get some help out here for Juvy, let's take a quick break. [The video has a sloppy cut to show some time has passed... hey, we're not the big leagues. Production values blow, okay? As we cut back to action, we find Melissa Cannon in the ring, ready to get funky.] MC: The following is a Gauntlet Match with no time limit. Moments ago, the four competitors drew numbers to determine their order of entry. In just a few seconds, the men who drew numbers one and two will start the match. They will battle until one man is declared the winner. At that point, the man who drew number three will replace the loser in the matchup. After all four men have entered the ring, the last man standing will be declared the winner, the number one contender to the Pacific Championship, and the man who will face Calisto Dufresne at the J*STAR Festival for that title. [Cannon lowers the mic as "Superstar" by Saliva starts up to a huge mixed pop.] JD: And here comes the man who many believe is the rightful number one contender to the Pacific Title. He is quickly becoming one of the most popular superstars in PWR and there's a lot of people in this building who would _love_ to see him carry that title representing us and not Calisto Dufresne. [The crowd, normally erupting into boos at the sound of the cocky bastard's music, is now starting to _cheer_ the California native. The curtain parts with Jaiden Andrews walking out. With a cocky smirk upon his face, the man who proclaims himself the "King of the SoCal Indies" stretches his arms out, taking in the mixed pop that has slowly become more cheers than jeers. With a cocky strut in his walk, Andrews begins to make his way down to the ring -- stopping every few steps to show off his physique to the fans who still hate him. Andrews stops right in front of the ring to once again stretch his arms egotistically.] FUCK YOU SURF BOY! # CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP # [That chant we're used to... but it's now meshed in with yet another chant from the crowd.] FUCK HIM UP SURF BOY, FUCK HIM UP! # CLAP CLAP # [Andrews shakes his head in amusement and slides into the ring under the bottom ropes. He then quickly nips up to his feet in the center of the ring, spinning around with arms stretched. Andrews then walks over to his corner, smirking as he waits for his opponent to hit the ring.] MC: From Anaheim, California... standing an even six feet tall and weighing in at 229 pounds... JAAAAAAAIDEN ANNNNNNNDREWS!!! [Big pop! Andrews raises an arm, still resting in the buckles.] MC: And his opponent... [Saliva cuts out and is replaced by... ..."War Pigs" by Black Sabbath which brings an explosion of cheers from the fans, not for the man entering the ring but for the prospect of seeing these two men collide again. Andrews straightens up, a large grin on his face.] JD: Uh oh. [Crusher Tyler steps through the curtain, arms outstretched from his side to "invite" the boos of the PWR faithful as he shows off his mammoth form. Jaiden Andrews steps towards the ropes, waving Tyler to the ring.] MC: He hails from Riverside, California... standing 6'8 and weighing in at 290 pounds... the self-proclaimed "Ace" of PWR... CRUSSSSSHHHHHERRR TYYYYYYYYYLER! [Tyler steps up on the apron, climbing into the ring... ...and striding to the center of the ring where he stares down at his archrival since the day Pro Wrestling Revolution opened its' doors.] JD: Well, I think we all kinda hoped we'd see this conflict within this gauntlet match... but you have to wonder if their hatred towards one another will distract them from what should be their real goal here tonight... the number one contendership. [Melissa Cannon slides from the ring as Patrick Rodriguez takes her place in the middle of the squared circle. He gives a few instructions to the two warriors locked in a deathstare... and then calls for the bell to a big pop!] JD: Here we go! The Gauntlet Match to determine the number one contender and the first challenger for Calisto Dufresne's Pacific Title has begun. Four men... only one can take center stage at the J*STAR Festival with Dufresne. [The staredown continues, Andrews spewing insults in Tyler's direction, trying to get the big man to lash out in rage and hopefully make a mistake.] JD: Who will make the first move? Who will strike firs- huh?! [The crowd erupts in a buzz of confusion as a smirk crosses Crusher Tyler's face and he begins backing away.] JD: Andrews looks confused... I can't blame him. These fans are confused as well. Where the hell is Crusher Tyler going? [Still backing down, Tyler steps out on the ring apron before dropping down to the concrete floor and making his way away from the ring... ...and back towards the entryway.] JD: Is Crusher Tyler walking out of this match?! Is he giving up his chance to be the number one contender?! [Tyler raises a beefy arm, pointing at Andrews as he disappears through the entrance curtain and into the locker room area. Jaiden Andrews climbs to the middle rope, screaming for Tyler to return as Patrick Rodriguez begins a reluctant count.] JD: Crusher Tyler has shown us his true colors, fans... he's afraid of Jaiden Andrews! He has walked out of this match to avoid a conflict with Jaiden Andrews and- [Slowly, a chant starts up.] "HE'S A PUS-SY!" clap clap clapclapclap "HE'S A PUS-SY!" clap clap clapclapclap "HE'S A PUS-SY!" clap clap clapclapclap "HE'S A PUS-SY!" clap clap clapclapclap "HE'S A PUS-SY!" clap clap clapclapclap JD: I think the fans are saying it for all of us here. That's not the kind of attitude... not the kind of fighting spirit we teach at the M-DOJO. Tyler just embarassed his fellow students as well as his teachers. This is just a shame, fans... a real shame. [The count goes higher and higher as the fans count along.] JD: Eight... nine... and ten. [DING DING DING] MC: Crusher Tyler has been counted out! Jaiden Andrews moves on to face the competitor who drew number three! [Just as Melissa finishes...] #YO I'M A JEDI KNIGHT ON THE DARKSIDE# ["Baseline" by Quarashi hits as Tyson Bryson bursts through the curtain with tons of energy and makes his way to the ring. Bryson gets a mixed pop from the fans in attendance, who apparently still haven't completely made up their mind about him. Bryson looks to be in great shape, and wears a black tanktop that says "Debonair" in white letters along with black and white mid-thigh level ring tights and tall black boots. Trailing behind Bryson is Matt James, dressed nicely in a coat and tie. Bryson slides into the ring, ready to go.] JD: Tyson Bryson drew number three... which is good news for City Jack. A man of his size, despite having dropped a little weight recently, would be hard pressed to survive a very lengthy stint in a match like this. But now, he gets to sit back and wait to see who will face him with the number one contendership on the line. [Rodriguez gestures for the two men to battle and they immediately tangle in a collar and elbow tieup.] JD: Tieup... and Bryson quickly moves into a side headlock, wrenching down on the head of his opponent. We know how badly Bryson wants a shot at the title... we saw him make that message very clear to Calisto Dufresne earlier tonight. And a shot on the biggest stage in the world? Wow. [His arms tightly locked around Andrews' skull, Bryson grits his teeth, applying more pressure to his opponent.] JD: Andrews is trying to find a way out of this... trying to- elbow! Elbow to the ribs! A third one... a fourth one... but Bryson won't release that side headlock. He's hanging on to it like a pitbull! [Desperately trying to gain some separation, Andrews drops back to the ropes and attempts to throw him off to the opposite ropes.] JD: Andrews throws him- no! Bryson still hanging on! Look at the tenacity of Tyson Bryson, refusing to release that side headlock. Jaiden Andrews is looking for a way out of this... trying to avoid a lifetime of cauiflower ears but- [Frustrated, Andrews hooks a side waistlock and hoists Bryson into the air, dropping him down in a belly to back suplex.] JD: Belly to back! That's one way to break the hold! That's one way to- [The crowd roars as Bryson sits up, still holding the side headlock on Andrews.] JD: Are you kidding me?! He got dropped on the back of his head and neck with a belly to back suplex and he _still_ doesn't let go of that headlock. Listen to these fans... showing their respect for this competitor. [Bryson smirks as the fans cheer wildly for the perserverance of Tyson Bryson as he struggles in his attempts to become the number one contender.] JD: Bryson is showing how badly he wants this match... how much he wants to take center stage at the J*STAR Festival and battle for the Pacific Championship! [Both men roll back to their feet, Andrews still trapped in Bryson's viselike grip.] JD: Back up to a vertical base... Andrews with an elbow to the gut! [Jaiden continues his attack, driving his elbow into the ribs again... and again... and again... and again... and again... Get the point?] JD: Bryson's gritting his teeth! He doesn't want to let go! He doesn't want to- [And finally, Bryson breaks his grasp, staggering back from his opponent. Shockingly, the crowd explodes in cheers... for a headlock escape. Weird stuff, huh?] JD: Jaiden broke the hold! He broke the headlock! [Rearing back, Andrews scores with a right hand... and another... and a third.] JD: He's got Bryson reeling! Winds up! [And Jaiden uncorks another big right hand... one that Bryson ducks... ...and reapplies the side headlock! Big pop!] JD: Unbelieveable. Completely unbelieveable. [Angry at having been trapped again, Andrews forces Bryson back into the ropes where referee Patrick Rodriguez immediately calls for a clean break by both men.] JD: Jaiden forces him back... we gotta get a break here. Will it be a clean- [Andrews answers that question by burying a forearm in the midsection of the former Despair member.] JD: Bryson backed into the ropes... Andrews finally free from the headlock... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" JD: Big chop by Andrews! He lit up Bryson with that one! "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" JD: A few more have Bryson reeling. Jaiden Andrews is taking the attack to the front door of Tyson Bryson, fans... and Bryson might be better suited to go back to the side headlock rather than trade shots with- whip! [Bryson bounces off the far ropes as Jaiden charges towards him, swinging an arm.] JD: CLOTHESLI- ducked by Bryson! [Reaching back with both arm, the technician snares the arms of the flamboyant Andrews, taking him down to the mat with a backslide.] JD: BACKSLIDE!! ONE!! TWO!! [Pop!] JD: No way. Not enough to keep the spunky Jaiden Andrews down. This kid can take a lot of punishment and I can't imagine even a quick rollup would be enough to catch him offguard. [Slipping out of the backslide, Andrews is kneeling as Bryson gets to his feet. The Anaheim native lashes out with his arm, sweeping Bryson's legs out from under him and diving across him with a lateral press.] JD: Cover! ONE!! [But Bryson easily kicks out of the pin attempt, getting to his knees as Andrews springs to his feet... and this time, the former tag team wrestler returns the favor by sweeping Andrews' legs out from under him, diving atop.] JD: Bryson with a cover! ONE!! [Another quick kickout follows before both men climb back to their feet... ...and freeze in a standoff. Big pop!] JD: We've got ourselves a standoff and the fans are really loving the action they're seeing here so far. There's no tables... no chairs... no barbed wire... but dammit, it's some of the best in-ring talent in the world showing us what they're all about! [Bryson shakes out his arm, glaring at Andrews from across the ring... slowly edging back out to the middle of the ring.] JD: Uh oh. [The crowd pops as Bryson lifts his hand slowly, wiggling his fingers to offer up the test of strength.] JD: Jaiden Andrews saw firsthand last month exactly what a skilled wrestler can do with the knucklelock... and there's no doubt that Tyson Bryson is a _very_ skilled competitor inside that ring. He wants the knucklelock... but if I'm Jaiden Andrews, I do _not_ accept it. This could be a big turning point in the match, fans. [Andrews slowly eases out to the center of the ring as well, staring at Bryson's uplifted hand... ...and then moves his up to meet it.] JD: This could be a big mistake, fans... a huge mistake. [Their hands meet, fingers interlocking in the knucklelock... ...and Jaiden Andrews immediately lashes out with a kick to the midsection to take the advantage. A small smattering of boos for the cheapshot quickly disappears as Andrews races up the nearest ropes, leaping off... ...and taking Bryson down to the mat with a knucklelock armdrag! Big pop!] JD: Whoa! Nicely done by Andrews! I thought he was too smart to fall for- another armdrag! Andrews with those deep armdrags... and Bryson's up again! Charges! [And gets taken down to the mat _again_ with an armdrag that almost sends him sailing out of the ring.] JD: Bryson's up again! This guy refuses to stay down! [He charges Andrews again... ...and this time gets thrown up and over with an overhead armdrag down to the canvas! Big pop!] JD: Jaiden Andrews is having his way with Tyson Bryson right now! Bryson back up- [The former tag team wrestler takes one step towards Andrews... and then dives from the ring out to the floor when he sees Andrews ready to send him sailing yet again.] JD: And Tyson Bryson is looking for a breather! [Jaiden Andrews lifts an arm in the ring to a big pop from the fans as Bryson staggers over to his tag team partner, Matt James, looking for some help in regrouping.] JD: Bryson may need to rethink his gameplan... and Matt James is right there with some advice for his former tag team partner. They're talking it over... trying to come up with- [Andrews sprints across the ring, leaping over the top rope and corkscrewing as he does, crashing down onto both Bryson and James to a deafening pop!] "JAI-DEN!" clapclapclap "JAI-DEN!" clapclapclap "JAI-DEN!" clapclapclap "JAI-DEN!" clapclapclap JD: CORKSCREW PLANNNNNNNNCHAAAAAA!!! Andrews took to the sky and he ends up taking out both Bryson _and_ Matt James! Patrick Rodriguez is immediately there, trying to get the action back in the ring. [Andrews regains his feet to a huge pop from the crowd before pulling Bryson up by the hair and rolling him under the ropes into the ring.] JD: Jaiden fires him back in... and he's up on the apron now. [A big explosion of cheers goes up as Andrews points to the corner.] JD: Jaiden Andrews wants to go up top! Jaiden wants to fly, fans! [Andrews reaches the corner, looking to climb to the top rope... ...but gets stopped cold as Matt James reaches his knees, grabbing Andrews' foot to freeze his ascent.] JD: Matt James has him! He won't let Andrews climb! [Referee Rodriguez leans over the ropes, screaming at Matt James.] JD: Patrick says he'll DQ him! He says he'll- [But with Jaiden Andrews' climb ceased, Tyson Bryson seizes the moment, blasting him with a forearm across the side of the face.] JD: Bryson's inside the ring, driving forearms into the head of Jaiden Andrews who is out on the ring apron. Bryson with another shot... and another... and another... and another! He's beating the hell out of Jaiden Andrews! [Hooking Andrews from inside the ring, Bryson hoists him into the air.] JD: Suplex from the outside in! [But in the middle of his lift, Bryson lunges forward and drops Andrews gutfirst down on the top rope!] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: Goodness! Andrews gets hung out to dry! [Bryson falls back into the ropes for a breather as Andrews lies motionless over the top rope. Suddenly, Bryson lunges forward and _drives_ his knee into the side of Andrews' head, sending him off the rope and back down on the ring apron.] JD: Tyson Bryson's totally in control now... thanks to Matt James. And now he's going for the kill. Bryson steps out to the ring apron, pulling Jaiden up off the canvas. [The crowd begins to buzz as Bryson pulls Jaiden into a standing headscissors and attempts to double underhook the arms... ...but Jaiden drops back down to a knee, avoiding any lift.] JD: Counter by Jaiden Andrews! He blocks the lift! [Irate, Bryson breaks his double underhook and grabs the hair of Andrews before driving a hard knee into his face, sending Andrews off the apron and down to the concrete floor.] JD: He couldn't get the Tiger Driver but he _was_ able to knock Andrews down to the floor. That kneestrike really knocked Jaiden Andrews for a loop... really did a number on him. [Still standing on the apron, Bryson waits for Andrews to regain his feet... ...and then leaps off, scoring with a big double axehandle across the back of Andrews neck, knocking him back down to the floor.] JD: Jaiden Andrews has been completely unable to go to the daredevil style of offense he usually employs... that high paced, high impact style of wrestling. So far, he's been kept grounded by Bryson. [Pulling Andrews off the floor, Bryson rolls him under the ropes into the ring.] JD: Andrews back in... Tyson Bryson back in as well... [And dives across the Anaheim native with a lateral press.] JD: ONE!! TWO!! [Pop!] JD: You're not going to pin Jaiden Andrews with a simple double axehandle... not in a match as important as this one, that's for sure. [Bryson again pulls Andrews up by the hair, this time hurling him into the corner.] JD: Jaiden back in the buckles... and Bryson moving in on him. [With Andrews completely exposed, Bryson snaps off a kick to the ribcage.] JD: Oh! What a shot that was! [Jaiden tries to slide an arm down to protect himself but Tyson Bryson continues the attack.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [The relentless assault causes Andrews to drape his arms over the top turnbuckle, trying to avoid falling off his feet and exposing himself to even more attacks.] JD: Irish whip to the opposite corner! [Bryson charges across the ring, leaping into the air... ...and driving his foot into the side of Andrews' face with a spinning leg lariat in the corner!] JD: Right on target! Bryson is showing a lot of different sides to his wrestling style here tonight... and Jaiden staggers out of the corner. [Right into a hard boot to the midsection by Tyson Bryson who reaches out, grabbing a double handful of hair...] JD: He's got him hooked! DIRTNA- [But before he can hit the leaping faceslam, Jaiden Andrews slaps the hands away... and backflips into the air, scoring with a boot to the jaw of Bryson! Huge pop!] JD: SOMERSAULT KICK! What a shot by Andrews! He blocked the Dirtnap... and he probably saved this match and his shot at becoming the Pacific Champion right there. If Bryson would have hit that, I think this match would have been over. [The two men both lie on the canvas for a bit as the crowd starts clapping in rhythm, trying to inspire their favorite to get back to their feet.] JD: These fans are trying to get them up! Trying to cheer them on! "LET'S GO JAI-DEN!" clap clap clapclapclap "LET'S GO JAI-DEN!" clap clap clapclapclap "LET'S GO JAI-DEN!" clap clap clapclapclap [The cheers slowly drive Jaiden Andrews back to his feet but as he gets there, he finds Tyson Bryson standing up as well.] JD: Oh! Forearm to the chops by Bryson! [But ever resiliant, Jaiden Andrews returns the favor with a forearm shot of his own.] JD: Jaiden Andrews answers back! These two men are giving it everything they've got! They know what's at stake here... they know what- [The crowd groans as Bryson connects with a forearm shot that echoes through the small "arena".] JD: Goodness! Andrews may have lost a tooth on that one! [Andrews staggers from the impact, leaning against the ropes... ...and then _exploding_ in Bryson's direction with a forearm shot of his own that sends Bryson sailing backwards into the far ropes.] JD: Sweet Jesus! What a shot! These two are beating the hell out of each other... beating the- [Andrews charges across the ring before Bryson can retaliate.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Oh! Chop! A hard chop across the chest! "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [A pair of European uppercuts are on target, snapping Bryson's head back violently with each strike.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [Three hard chops light up the chest of Bryson, leaving bright red welts behind.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [Cradling Bryson's head, Andrews drives a series of hard forearms into the ear, stunning his opponent.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [And stepping back, Andrews caps it off with a leaping enzugiri that causes Bryson to hang on to the top rope to prevent falling to the canvas.] JD: Tyson Bryson is out on his feet! Jaiden Andrews has beaten him to- ELBOW! [The crowd roars as Jaiden Andrews spins, uncorking a rolling elbow... ...but comes up empty, allowing Tyson Bryson to snare him in a rear waistlock, hoisting him into the air.] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" JD: GERMAN! BRYSON HITS THE GERMAN! ONE!!! TWO!!! THR- [HUGE POP!] JD: Andrews kicks out! He slips the shoulder up! [Bryson sits up, glaring at Andrews... then at the official.] JD: Tyson Bryson can't believe it... he thought he had it won right there. [Matt James slaps the canvas, pointing to the corner.] JD: Bryson's taking advice from his former partner, climbing back to his feet... and he's going up top! This isn't the usual offense we see from Bryson but... [Bryson steps to the top rope, waiting a moment before leaping into the air... ...and _burying_ his elbow deep in the heart of Jaiden Andrews! Huge mixed pop!] JD: FLYING ELBOW! RIGHT ON TARGET! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [Another big pop rings out as Andrews fires his shoulder off the mat at the last possible moment.] JD: Another kickout! Jaiden Andrews gets the shoulder up again! [An angry Bryson climbs off the mat, yanking Andrews up by the hair and throwing him hard into the corner.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [The crowd roars with each blistering chop to the chest, leaving Andrews hanging onto the top rope.] JD: Bryson's lighting him up... Andrews is barely able to stand on his own after those chops. [The roar turns to a buzz as Bryson hoists Andrews off the mat, depositing him on the top rope.] JD: What's he got in mind here? Tyson Bryson puts Andrews up... and now he's climbing up there as well. Andrews is in trouble here... Andrews needs to- [A pop goes up as Andrews buries a right hand into the ribs of Bryson... and another... and another... and then with a mighty shove, he knocks Tyson Bryson down to the canvas, the back of his head slamming into the mat as he lands!] JD: Bryson's dazed now! Jaiden may have knocked him out! [The cheers grow louder as Andrews steps up to the top rope.] JD: Jaiden's gonna fly! The surf boy is gonna- [Andrews leaps high into the air, flipping forward as he sails through the sky... ...and _crashes_ down across the throat of Tyson Bryson with a somersault legdrop! Huge pop!] JD: SOMERSAULT LEGDROP!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! TH- [Big disappointed pop!] JD: Not enough! He couldn't keep him down for three! Jaiden Andrews is going to need to dig a little deeper into his bag of tricks to put this man down for a three count with so much on the line here tonight. [Showing some signs of wearing down, Andrews uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet before dragging Bryson up by the arm and shoving him back into the corner.] JD: Bryson's in the corner now... Andrews- "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [A brutal series of forearm shots leaves Bryson hanging onto the ropes and makes him easy pickings for Andrews to hoist up and leave straddling the top rope.] JD: Jaiden sets him down up top... he's going up there with him! Jaiden Andrews is up top! [Sensing his friend in danger, Matt James hooks Bryson around the ankle just before Andrews leaps into the air, snaring Bryson for a top rope rana... ...but the added leverage provided by James prevents Andrews being able to snap him down to the canvas, causing Andrews to simply backflip from the top rope and land on the canvas on his feet.] JD: Matt James just saved Bryson again! Tyson Bryson should thank his lucky star- he leaps! [Bryson attempts to crown Andrews with a flying elbowsmash... ...but Jaiden leaves his feet, cracking Bryson in the face with a dropkick! Big pop!] JD: Dropkick! A counter out of nowhere! [Pulling himself to his feet, Andrews leans against the ropes... and tugs off his kneepad to a huge pop!] JD: He's calling for it, fans! He's calling for the Shining Wizard! [After a few moments, Tyson Bryson manages to pull himself up to a knee... ...which is exactly where Andrews wanted him.] JD: JAIDEN! [Springing off Bryson's bent knee, Andrews attempts to cave in Bryson's skull with the knee strike... but Bryson ducks under it, causing Andrews to land on his feet behind him.] JD: DUCKED! He ducked the Wizard! [Bryson pops back to his feet as Andrews spins around.] JD: Boot to the gut! [Grabbing Andrews by the hair, Bryson leaps up and _spikes_ him facefirst to the canvas!] JD: DIRTNAP! BRYSON HITS THE DIRTNAP!! [And an exhausted Tyson Bryson slumps over Jaiden Andrews.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [MASSIVE POP!] JD: FOOT ON THE ROPES! JAIDEN GOT A FOOT ON THE ROPES! [An angry Bryson slaps the mat several times, screaming at the referee... and then bodily yanking Andrews to his feet.] JD: Inverted facelock! He's going for the Upsetter! He's- [Reaching back and snaring Bryson by the head, Andrews drives a knee into his head... and a second... and a third... and a fourth... a fifth one finally breaks the hold.] JD: Jaiden escapes! Jaiden Andrews gets out of the Upsetter! [Staggering away, Andrews turns to find Bryson charging towards him... ...but he quickly snares his attacker.] JD: EXPLOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! [DEAFENING POP!] JD: EXPLODER SUPLEX! TYSON BRYSON SLAMMED DOWN TO THE CANVAS!! [Andrews falls back into the ropes as he gets up, slapping the knee again.] JD: Again he's calling for it! Again he wants the Shining Wizard! Again he- HE CHARGES! [This time, there is no avoiding the move as Andrews deftly springs off the knee and _drives_ his own knee into the skull of his opponent.] JD: COVER! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! [DING DING DING] JD: Jaiden does it! Jaiden pins him and he's going to the final leg of the gauntlet! [Matt James slaps the mat in frustration, pulling his partner from the ring as Jaiden Andrews leans in the corner, an arm lifted in triumph.] MC: Tyson Bryson has been eliminated! Jaiden Andrews will move on to the final battle to crown the number one contender! [Huge pop for the announcement... and the cheers grow even louder as [Classical Gas" by the late Chet Atkins plays and the indy superstar City Jack returns to Southern California yet again to a rousing crowd reaction.] JD: City Jack is the final leg of the gauntlet! One of the men who battled in our very first main event in Pro Wrestling Revolution now has the chance to win the first ever shot at the Pacific Championship! City Jack [As the Liberty native bounds down the aisle to the ring, one can see a desire in his eyes and a bounce in his step. CJ's dressed as he always is for matches - brown wrestling singlet and a black T-shirt, this time with a picture of the state of Kentucky on the back. Jack stands outside the ring for a moment, paying tribute to the fans...] JD: Listen to the fans' response to City Jack! He's not a homegrown PWR star... he's had success all over the indy wrestling world. But he has managed to win the hearts and support of the PWR fans in his efforts here. [Jack smiles as the fans roar their approval for him, then turns to enter the ring... ...but Jaiden Andrews is a step ahead of him, charging across the ring, diving through the middle and top ropes.] JD: TOOOOOOOOOPE!!! [The crowd explodes as Andrews' flying body crashes into City Jack, toppling the former Grand Isle competitor down to the concrete floor. A tired Jaiden Andrews crawls on top of him and begins firing right hands at his head.] JD: Mounted punches on the floor! Patrick Rodriguez is _screaming_ at Andrews to get this in the ring... City Jack hasn't even been in the ring yet. Jaiden Andrews is showing how desperate he is to win this match... how much he needs to keep City Jack off-balance. [Pulling the massive competitor off the floor, Andrews manages to irish whip him... ...and send steel chairs and fans scattering as City Jack's massive body goes sailing into a section of chairs! Big pop!] "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" JD: These fans are on their feet! They know they're seeing something special! [Andrews climbs up on the ring apron, looking into the crowd where City Jack is starting to stir.] JD: Andrews on the apron... CJ back to his fee- [Without warning, the Anaheim native leaps into the air, springing off the top rope... ...and moonsaulting _deep_ into the crowd, crashing down onto City Jack! Massive pop!] JD: ASAI MOONSAULT!!! DEEP INTO THE STEEL CHAIRS!! "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" JD: Andrews is putting it _all_ on the line, fans! Everything! He wants to be the Pacific Champion! He wants his shot on the grandest stage in the business! He wants to be a part of J*STAR! [Staggering to his feet, Andrews tugs City Jack towards the ring, rolling him under the bottom rope.] JD: He puts City Jack in... and he's going up top! Jaiden Andrews wants to end this match and he wants to end it right now! He's up to the second rope... barely able to move... [The dazed Anaheim native steps to the top rope, the fans roaring... ...and he leaps!] JD: 450! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" [MASSIVE MIXED POP!] JD: HE MISSED! HE MISSED THE 450 SPLASH!!! CITY JACK MOVED JUST IN TIME!! [Slightly dazed from the quick offense, City Jack rests all his weight across Andrews' chest.] JD: Lateral press! ONE!! TWO!! THRE- [MASSIVE MIXED POP!] JD: Jaiden kicks out! Jaiden gets the shoulder up in time! City Jack almost had him there. Jaiden Andrews has been through a hellish match with Tyson Bryson and now City Jack is standing firmly between he and his shot at destiny. [The Liberty native pulls Andrews off the mat by the hair, physically shoving him into the corner.] JD: Jaiden's backed into the buckles... and here comes City Ja- OHHH! [The crowd groans in unison from a brutal forearm shot that bounces off the jaw of the dazed Andrews.] JD: Metropill! City Jack calls those forearm shots "Metropills" and he uses them to brutal success. We all remember his battle of forearms with Kenta Kitzukawa back at our debut show. Those two men beat the hell out of each other for nearly an hour... and Jaiden Andrews doesn't have an hour left in him, fans. [Another sickeningly stiff forearm bounces off Andrews' temple, leaving him hanging onto the ropes to keep his footing.] JD: City Jack's still got him cornered... not backing off. The referee's trying to back him away but- [The crowd explodes into cheers as City Jack unleashes a forearm.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [And then picks up the pace... ] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [Three brutal forearms send Andrews slumping a bit... and a hard headbutt punctuates them, nearly flooring him before City Jack pulls him back up. He launches into him once more... this time trading off...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [Forearm.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [Headbutt.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [Forearm.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [Headbutt.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [Wash. Rinse. Repeat. The brutal beating leaves Jaiden Andrews sitting in the corner, his face already showing red welts from the beating.] JD: Jaiden Andrews is getting beaten to a damn pulp by City Jack! [Leaning down, City Jack strikes again...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: OHHHH MY! What a chop! [The brutal open-handed chop knocks Jaiden Andrews to the canvas, unable to stay sitting any longer.] JD: City Jack pulls Jaiden off the mat... scooping him up onto his shoulder... [Jack stampedes out of the buckles... ...and _plants_ Jaiden Andrews onto the canvas with a powerslam!] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [HUGE MIXED POP!] JD: Shoulder up! Jaiden somehow manages to get the shoulder up again! [City Jack pushes himself back to his feet, pulling Jaiden up by the back of the tights... ...and into a bearhug! Huge pop!] JD: HE'S GOING FOR THE METROBOOM! [But as City Jack prepares to turn the bearhug into a belly to belly suplex, Jaiden Andrews lashes out, clapping his arms together on the skull of City Jack! Big pop!] JD: He breaks the hold! Breaks the bearhug! [The Liberty native staggers back... and gives Jaiden Andrews just enough room to leap into the air, driving his feet into the knee of his opponent, knocking him down to a knee.] JD: City Jack's been hobbled... JAIDEN! [The crowd explodes as Andrews springs into action, leaping off City Jack's own knee and _driving_ his knee into the skull of the former Grand Isle competitor! Deafening pop!] JD: SHINING WIZZZZAAAAAARRRRRD!!! [Andrews collapses onto City Jack's prone form.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [DEAFENING MIXED POP!] JD: Now it's City Jack's turn to kick out! Jaiden Andrews scored with the Shining Wizard but it wasn't enough! City Jack was able to get the shoulder up. We've talked about how important the stakes are in this match and how Jaiden Andrews knows that better than anyone else. Well, City Jack knows it damn well too! City Jack knows this could be his ticket to regaining the fame he held in Grand Isle! [A tired Andrews pulls himself with the ropes, leaning in the corner, sucking wind into his lungs as City Jack pushes himself back to his knees and then to his feet.] JD: Both men back up... both men in bad shape. City Jack's stumbling towards Andrews... moving in on- [Andrews bursts out of the corner, charging towards City Jack.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: YAAAAAAKUUUUUUUZAAAAAA!!! [The mafia kick strikes under the jaw of the Liberty native, sending him falling back into the opposite corner where Jaiden stumbles in and hops up to the middle buckle.] JD: Punches! "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGH- [But before Andrews can land his eighth strike, City Jack switches his grip on Andrews thighs... ...and brings him crashing down to the canvas with a powerbomb! Huge pop!] JD: POWERBOMB! POWERBOMB OUT OF THE CORNER!! [City Jack hangs onto the legs, leaning over into a jacknife pin as Patrick Rodriguez drops down to count.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [DEAFENING MIXED POP!] JD: SHOULDER UP! HE GOT THE SHOULDER UP! [The crowd is buzzing with surprise, even Jaiden's fans thinking the match was over at that point.] JD: I don't know how he broke the pin, fans... I really don't. I thought City Jack had him for sure right there. But this kid just keeps fighting... just keeps going... refusing to lose. [Showing some signs of fatigue, City Jack straddles the chest of his opponent and sets about pounding him with right hands.] JD: Mounted punches by City Jack! He's pummeling Andrews into the canvas! [The Liberty native gets back to his feet, yanking Andrews off the mat... and shoving him into the ropes.] JD: Jaiden thrown to the ropes... bounces ba- "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: METROPILL! WHAT A SHOT!! Jaiden Andrews goes _sailing_ through the ropes and out onto the ring apron! Andrews is out on the apron... what a shot that was. That could have knocked Jaiden out like a damn light. [City Jack shakes his arm, perhaps having injured it with the ferocity of the forearm strike... but then steps out to the ring apron, looking to pull Andrews' limp form off the apron.] JD: CJ pulling him up... Andrews can't even stand on his own after that. [Cradling Andrews' head with his left hand, City Jack unleashes a barrage of right forearms to the side of the head.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [Three brutal strikes knocks Jaiden Andrews backwards, leaning against the ringpost.] JD: Here comes City Jack! [The big man lumbers towards his prey... ...who drops down off the apron, sending City Jack slamming chestfirst into the steel ringpost! Massive mixed pop!] JD: CITY JACK MISCALCULATED! And he hits the post and goes all the way down to the concrete floor! Down goes the big man... and Jaiden Andrews is up on the apron, looking to go up top! [The dazed and exhausted Anaheim native slowly scales the ropes as City Jack clutches his now-injured sternum.] JD: City Jack's trying to push himself up... Andrews is trying to push himself to the top rope! We've got a race here... a battle of wills... who wants it more, fans? Who wants it more? [Both men seemingly reach their destination at the same time. City Jack to his feet... Andrews to the top rope where he pauses before hurling himself blindly off the top rope, twisting through the air... ...and crashing down on the stunned former Grand Isle competitor! Deafening pop!] "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" JD: Listen to these fans! They're absolutely deafening here in the Frank And Sons Collectible Show Warehouse! They're roaring their support for these two men... and paying tribute to the Revolution! [With both men down on the floor, the fans start clapping and stomping rhythmically... faster... and faster... and faster.] JD: The fans are trying to rally these two men... trying to drive them to the next level. These fans know how high the stakes are for this match as well. Everyone wants to be the Pacific Champion... everyone wants to be at J*STAR where the very best in the world will do battle! [An exhausted Jaiden Andrews manages to get back to his feet, dragging the slowly-recovering City Jack to his feet and shoving him back into the ring.] JD: Jaiden rolls City Jack in... and now he's rolling in right behind him. Both of these men look like they've been through a war here tonight. Jaiden Andrews has gotta be running on pure instinct right now... just nothing but adrenaline. [Andrews pulls himself up using the ropes... and rips off his elbowpad, throwing it down to the mat to a huge pop.] JD: He's calling for the rolling elbow! He's ripped off that elbowpad, exposing his bare elbow and- [Sucking wind into his body, City Jack pulls himself off the mat and leans against the ropes.] JD: CJ staggers out of the ropes... here comes Jaiden! [The Anaheim native spins wildly, cocking the elbow back... ...and letting it fly!] "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" [The crowd gasps in unison as the elbow connects with so much impact that City Jack nearly sails over the ropes to the floor... but somehow manages to stay in the ring, staggering towards Andrews... ...who hooks him.] JD: EXPLOOOOOOOIIIIIIIID- [But City Jack has other ideas as he drives the point of his elbow down into Andrews' face...once...twice...three...four...five times to finally break Andrews' grasp... ...and to apply one of his own.] JD: BEARHUG! HE'S GOING FOR THE METROBO- [Desperate, Jaiden Andrews jabs his thumb into City Jack's eye and drives a hard boot to Andrews' knee, taking him down to one knee.] JD: City Jack's down! Jaiden to the ropes! [Once again, he springs off City Jack's bent knee... ... and _buries_ his knee into the side of the Liberty native's face!] JD: SHIIIIIINING WIZZZZZZAAAAAARRRRRD!!! [But before the youngster can cover... ...trouble arrives.] JD: What the hell?! [The crowd explodes into jeers as Crusher Tyler steps through the curtain, glaring at the fallen Jaiden Andrews.] JD: He's been eliminated from this match! Get him the hell out of here! [Tyler walks down the aisle, stopping at ringside. And as Jaiden Andrews pushes himself to all fours... he locks eyes with his rival.] JD: Don't get distracted, Jaiden! Don't do it! [Andrews pushes himself to his feet, still glaring at Tyler who returns the favor.] JD: These two men have hated each other since the moment this company was announced. Every time one of them turn around, the other one is right there waiting for them. Every time they have a moment to celebrate, the other is there to ruin it. Every time- [Referee Patrick Rodriguez steps between the two, shouting for Andrews to focus on the match, telling him to cover. But Jaiden Andrews points a finger at Tyler before slapping himself on the knee...] JA: This one's for you, "ace". [Andrews spies City Jack pushing himself up to a knee and races to the ropes, ready to drive home the kneestrike that will give him the number one contendership... that will send him to the Pacific Title match on the biggest event of the year... that will bring him fortune and glory. But this time as he rebounds... ...he gets caught.] JD: BEARHUG! CITY JACK HOOKS IT!!! [And with a huge lift, he spins through the air... ...and _plants_ Jaiden Andrews on the canvas!] JD: METROBOOM!!! METROBOOM!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! [DING DING DING] JD: City Jack did it! City Jack's the number one contender! [The crowd explodes in a deafening mixed pop for the Liberty native, many still clinging to hope that Jaiden Andrews slipped a shoulder out in time.] MC: Ladies and gentlemen... your winner of the match... new number one contender... and moving on to the J*STAR Festival to challenge Calisto Dufresne for the Pacific Championship... CITY JACK!! [DEAFENING POP!] JD: City Jack has done it! He's going to J*STAR to challenge for the Pacific Title! He's going to- [But before the celebration can begin, Crusher Tyler slides into the ring, peeling Jaiden Andrews up off the canvas... ...and bringing him up onto his shoulders.] JD: NO! DAMMIT, NO! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" [DEAFENING HEEL POP!] JD: DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!! Tyler hits the DVD on Jaiden Andrews! That son of a bitch! That son of a- fans... god damn Crusher Tyler! Damn him to hell! [Tyler slides from the ring, walking out the front door of the building to a huge heel pop from the PWR faithful, leaving an unconscious Jaiden Andrews unmoving on the canvas.] JD: City Jack doesn't even know what the hell just happened. The ref's checking on Jaiden... CJ's confused as hell. [But one man who isn't is Calisto Dufresne... who is now standing in the entryway, Pacific Title belt around his waist.] JD: City Jack sees him! City Jack's pointing at Dufresne! [The big man makes the "I want the belt" gesture... glaring at the man who will defend the title against him in just a matter of weeks.] JD: What a match that's gonna be, fans! What a war it'll be! City Jack versus Calisto Dufresne for the Pacific Championship! Fans, what a night this has been... we'll see you at J*STAR! [The camera zooms in on Dufresne, clutching the title belt in his arms... and then back to City Jack, a big grin on the face of the big man as he makes the title belt gesture one final time... ...and we fade to black.]