J*STAR Festival — Night One

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[We fade in from black to your usual warning about not taping this to show to your friends later.  And really, really don't tape it to sell online, robbing the poor, starving wrestlers of their hard-earned money.  Wrestlers are people too, you know!

The warning fades to the immediately identifable Eddie Van Halen going to town as his band's "Right Now" begins to play.  A J*STAR Festival logo fills the screen along with the words "Night One".  A scattering of newspaper clippings flash by one by one.]

#Don't wanna wait 'til tomorrow 
Why put it off another day?#

[The Wrestling Observer reports: "BLUE/MICHAELSON PLAN SUPERSHOW!"]

#One by one, little problems 
Build up, and stand in our way. Oh #

[Pro Wrestling Torch says:  "J*STAR FESTIVAL REBORN!"]

#One step ahead, one step behind it 
Now ya gotta run to get even #

[PWInsider.com announces:  "J*STAR CROWN TO BE ON THE LINE!"]

#Make future plans I'll dream about yesterday, hey! 
Come on turn, turn this thing around#

[SoCalUncensored.com says:  "PAST, PRESENT, FUTURE OF WRESTLING AT J*STAR!"  And as that headline fades, we see individual still photos of the J*STAR Crown competitors in action.]

#(Right now) Hey! It's your tomorrow#

[Travis Cade executes an Exploder Suplex.  El Hijo Del Diablo in midflight with the Devil's Dance 450 splash.]

#(Right now) Come on, it's everything #

[Ktulu creams a poor soul with a snap kick to the skull.  Trent Davidson pummels someone in the turnbuckles.]

#(Right now) Catch your magic moment #

[Bryan Bodeen hits a spinebuster slam.  Rum Barton waffles someone over the head with a steel chair.]

#Do it right here and now #

[Horo Atashi connects with a springboard spinning leg lariat.  Jaiden Andrews uncorks the Shining Wizard on a helpless foe.]

#It means everything #

[The pictures increase in speed as they flash by... faster... faster... faster.  The music drops a notch in volume.  We see clips from promos done over the past few months.]

Travis Cade:  I'll win this tournament. I will win the J*STAR Crown 

[Cade fades away to be replaced by Billy Bodeen.]

"And justice will prevail at J*Star, I guaran-damn-te."

[Bodeen vanishes as Horo Atashi and his father appear.]

"To us this means everything." 

[The words echo as the Atashis disappear and Jaiden Andrews is in his place.]

"I will not, _cannot_ accept defeat."

[Andrews' words echo as he fades and is replaced by Ktulu.]

"One by one, I'll cut down everyone in my path."

[The stormy eyes of Ktulu are replaced by the scarred head of Rum Barton.]

"I'm coming to cause some pain and heartache."

[From scar tissue to a colorful, flashy mask.]

"My name is El Hijo Del Diablo... but after September 4th?  You can call me the J*STAR Crown Champion." 

[And finally to the hard-nosed brawler known as Trent Davidson.]

"Forget about winnin', Ace, 'cause it's like the Doors said...no one here gets out alive."

[The still photos fade as the music comes back, showing each of the J*STAR Crown participants in action.]

#(Right now) Hey! It's your tomorrow 
(Right now) Come on, it's everything 
(Right now) Catch that magic moment 
And do it right, right now (Right now) 
Oh, right now!#

[As it reaches the crescendo of the song, the music drops to near silence... the fast-paced imagery dies out to a shot of the J*STAR Crown trophy, golden and sparkling... the ultimate prize for these eight men on this night.]

#It's what's happening 
Right here and now
Right now, it's right now 
Oh! 
Tell me, what are ya waitin' for?#

[And with that... we burst into an explosion of pyrotechnics, reds, greens, silvers, golds... all racing to the roof of the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California.  The fans are roaring with overjoyed excitement as "Straight Outta Compton" by NWA blasts over the PA system.

The cameras pan and zoom throughout the jammed arena, showing tons of thrilled spectators waving signs for their favorite grapplers... wearing shirts that pay tribute to them... you know, the usual psychotic environment.

A large video screen, similar to the old EMWC's Extreme Screen... and hey, to cut costs, I bet it even is the _same_ screen!  Gasp!  Shock!  Horror!  Anyways... that big ol' screen hangs over the entryway to the arena, a raised wooden platform about ten feet wide cuts through the crowd, heading all the way to the ring that awaits the battles to come over the next two nights.

The ring canvas is airbrushed with the J*STAR Festival logo and is surrounded by your standard red-black-red ring ropes and turnbuckles.  Outside on the floor is black mats over the concrete covering the gap between the ring apron and the black metal barricades keeping the fans in their seats.

This is professional wrestling at its' finest.  

This?

Is J*STAR.

And in the middle of the ring, giddy as a schoolgirl, is Pro Wrestling Revolution ring announcer Melissa Cannon in a tied-off PWR t-shirt and a pair of jeans... hey, she's indy.  Fuck you.

She grabs the mic with a big grin on her face.]

MC:  WELCOME TO J*STAR!!!

[DEAFENING POP!  Her grin grows larger as the ring shakes from the ovation.]

MC:  It is my honor and privilege to introduce to you your ringside announcers for the next two nights... 

Jon Stegglet and my boss, Todd Michaelson!

[The cheers grow louder as "Kick The PA" by Korn and the Dust Brothers rocks the sound system.  The old theme song for An Evening To The Extreme gets things going as Stegglet and Michaelson enter the building under the video screen.

Stegglet's in a sportscoat and slacks... a tasteful J*STAR Festival logo stitched into the breast of his jacket.  He smiles broadly, leaning down to slap hands with the fans lining the rampway.

Michaelson's dressed to the nines in what appears to be a stylish European suit over a very unstylish PWR t-shirt... hey, he needs your money!  Support the Revolution!  

The duo makes their way down the aisle, stepping through the ropes and into the ring where Melissa Cannon graciously gives them the house mics.]

JS:  Los Angeles... are you ready?!

[HUGE POP!]

JS:  I'm Jon Stegglet...

[MASSIVE POP!  The play-by-play man grins.]

JS:  This... is Todd Michaelson.

[Another huge pop... and the sprinkling of a "THANK YOU, TODD!" chant starts up.  Michaelson bows to the cheers.]

JS:  And over the next two nights, we'll be calling a large chunk of the action that you'll see in this very ring.  

[Michaelson grabs the mic.]

TM:  And what action you're going to see!  Tomorrow night of course we've got Petrow/Thunder... we've got EVG/Case... we've got NEO Pro's huge match with Psicopa and Irvin... we've got the European Rounds match... the SJPW tag gauntlet... the six sided ring... the-

[Stegglet cuts off the ranting and obviously excited Michaelson.]

JS:  We've got The Box!

[EARTHSHATTERING POP!]

JS:  But that's all tomorrow... tonight, we've got eight competitors fighting to become the J*STAR Crown Champion!

[The fans continue to cheer... man, you'd think Dan Kauffman was in the building!]

JS:  Not to mention two fantastic promotional matches from KAWF and Southwest Lucha Libre!

[More cheers.]

JS:  And we're just about ready to kick this all off... so Todd and I are going to take our seats here at ringside where we'll call all the tournament action here tonight.  While we do that... why don't you all greet the man who will be the official ring announcer for the J*STAR Festival...

KEN GRAHAM!

[We cut to the ringsteps for the first ring introductions of the night to find longtime EMWC ring announcer Ken Graham in the house... dressed in his powder pink tux as only he can be... ready to get funky like a monkey if you weeeeeeel.]

KG:  The following contest is set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and is a Round One match in the J*STAR Crown tournament!

[Pop!]

KG:  Introducing first... he represents SouthWest Lucha Libre wrestling... from San Diego, California...

[Big "Hey, we live close to that!" pop!]

KG:  Standing 5'8 and weighing in at 180 pounds... he is accompanied to the ring by his father, El Diablo...

[Another big pop!]

KG:  EL HIIIIIIIIIIIIIJOOOOOOOOO DEL DIAAAAAAABLOOOOOOOOO!!!

[The crowd roars to life for the first J*STAR Festival competitor as "Devil's Dance" by Metallica kicks the PA.  Both father and son enter the Staples Center to a huge ovation.  El Hijo Del Diablo is in his standard ring attire of white and yellow long tights over his small but muscular frame.  Black boots cover his feet... but the most striking feature is the white mask with yellow flames on it that covers his face.  He bursts through the curtain with great enthusiasm, jerking his head upwards so that the "burning" devil horns on top of his mask are immediately seen.  

A moment later, his father, the legendary Juan "El" Diablo strides through the curtain as well.  He's wearing an old EMWC "Can You Top This?" t-shirt and black jeans.  He carries a white towel draped over his shoulder, applauding his young son as he makes his way down the aisle.]

JS:  And what a way to kick this show off, Todd.  The first graduating student of your M-DOJO training school coming to the ring with his Hall of Fame father.

TM:  Even though El Hijo Del Diablo abandoned PWR to pursue a career with SouthWest Lucha Libre, I wish him the best of luck here tonight.  He will always carry the banner of M-DOJO so I'd love to see him do well.

JS:  It's good to see Juan Diablo again... been a long time.

TM:  No longer wearing the referee's stripes, Diablo has taken a strong interest in seeing his son excel in the wrestling ring.  He took a big step towards that success a month or so ago at NEO Pro's The Sky's The Limit tournament and he hopes to take an even bigger step in that direction here tonight in Los Angeles, Steggster.

JS:  Indeed.

[The youngster Diablo slingshots over the top rope into the ring from his spot on the elevated ramp.  His father follows, stepping through the ropes and waving the towel to acknowledge the cheering fans.]

JS:  A very popular combo here in Los Angeles.  Apparently PWR has more fans than I thought, Todd.

TM:  Well, I think it's also a mixture of El Hijo Del Diablo being from nearby San Diego as well as the fame and popularity of his father, Steggo.

JS:  Possibly... but we're here to shill PWR, right!

TM:  As much as possible, yes.

[The music fades out as Ken Graham continues.]

KG:  And his opponent...

#I'm your toy...
#...your 20th Century Boy!
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[The crowd gives some props as Drain STH's "20th Century Boy" kicks in.æ Let's face it, they're not all the indy snobs we all love and therefore don't have a clue who this is. The music kicks in full and from the curtain bursts an energetic Travis Cade.æ He hops in place, rolling his neck and swinging his arms before making his way down the aisle and into the ring.]
æ
KG:æ From Denver Colorado, representing Rumble Pro... weighing in at 226lbs...
æ
"THE NATURAL" TRAVIS CADE!
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[The well in shape Cade is dressed in a singlet of diagonally striped red and white. His knee pads and boots are black, wrists taped in the same red over white.æ He makes his way into the ring, wiping his feet on the apron before entering.æ Going to his corner he removes the Rumble Pro t-shirt he was wearing, draping it on the bottom rope.]

JS:  It looks like Diablo shockingly got a little better response, Todd.  I would have thought the much more experienced Travis Cade would be the fan favorite in this one.

TM:  Well, Steggs... we have to acknowledge that a lot of these fans don't know who some of these guys are.  Some of these people are only here this weekend because they know names like Caleb Temple, Devon Case, and Brody Thunder... not because they know Travis Cade and El Hijo Del Diablo.

JS:  But when this night is done... they'll know some of them very, very well.

TM:  That's what we're hoping for... that's what we're hoping for.

[Pro Wrestling Revolution referee Patrick Rodriguez steps between the two competitors, giving them a few last second instructions as he checks their boots and tights for any weapons.  Finding none, he backs away... and signals the timekeeper.]

JS:  Here we go!  The opening match in the J*STAR Crown tournament is underway!

[The two young men slowly work their way towards one another, circling around the ring, looking for any edge available.]

JS:  Cade lunges into the collar and elbow tieup... and if El Hijo Del Diablo has done his homework, he knows that Cade is a mat technician you do _not_ want to mess with.  The luchador needs to keep the pace high... keep on his feet, in the air, running...

TM:  He needs to wear Cade down with his speed.  Cade isn't the fastest guy you'll ever meet... but he does have incredible endurance.  It's going to be up to the 19 year old Diablo to keep the Natural off-balance.

[Cade immediately shows how he's made his name in the indy wrestling world by dropping down to his knees and pulling Diablo's leg out from under him, taking the luchador down to the mat.]

JS:  Nice, quick takedown by Travis Cade... he wants to-

[But before he can lock on a submission hold, Diablo manages to plant both his feet against Cade's chest, kicking him across the ring... and then kipping up to his feet.  An ovation greets him, the fans applauding his athleticism.]

JS:  Diablo quickly gets to his feet... but Cade ties him up again!

[This time, the Natural moves into a rear waistlock before hoisting Diablo off the mat and hurling him chestfirst down to the canvas.  Big pop for the show of strength.]

JS:  Wow!

TM:  Very impressive move by Travis Cade.  Almost enough to make you forget he works for a shithole indy.

JS:  TODD!

TM:  Oh come on, Steggs.  I can't be Mr. Good Guy Promoter all weekend.  That's not what these people paid to see!  Let's just tell everyone right now to take everything I say this weekend with a grain of salt and that I really don't mean it!  

JS:  Ooooookay.

TM:  BUT... I _have_ to say it.

JS:  Todd Michaelson, people... you've gotta love him.  

[Cade quickly attempts to hold the waistlock, but Diablo wriggles free, rolling forward through it... and right back to his feet.  Another big ovation.]

JS:  El Hijo Del Diablo is using his speed and quickness to battle out of Cade's mat wrestling for the moment... and he's frustrating the hell out of the Rumble Pro competitor in the process.

[The Natural demonstrates that frustration by quickly locking up again, not giving Diablo a second to breathe... and turning it into a wristlock, cranking on the arm of the luchador.]

JS:  El Hijo Del Diablo keeps finding himselves trapped in these holds... keeps finding himself trapped in Travis Cade's mat wrestling skills.  

TM:  They don't call him the Natural for nothing, Steggs.

JS:  It would appear so.

[Fighting against the pain of the wristlock, Diablo front flips against the pressure, landing on his feet... and then pulls Cade down to the mat with an armdrag!  Pop!]

JS:  But El Hijo Del Diablo refuses to bow down!  Travis Cade may be the favorite in this one, but this kid is spunky and refuses to be intimidated by Cade's mat wrestling skills.

TM:  You're talking about a kid who spit in the face of Juvenil Infierno... a kid who refused to let perhaps the greatest Junior Heavyweight competitor in all of wrestling history intimidate him.  Believe me... Travis Cade will not get in the head of this 19 year old rookie.

[Still kneeling on the mat after the armdrag, Cade glares across the ring at the fired-up rookie... then slaps the mat in a mixture of anger and frustration, working his way back up to his feet...

...and slowly lifting his hand to the air.]

JS:  A knucklelock being offered by Cade... wanting to engage in the Greco Roman knucklelock... the scenario that over the years has come to be known as the test of strength.

TM:  But in something like this... you can't imagine it's a test of strength.  I mean, that's obviously no doubt as to who the stronger competitor in this match is, Steggs.

JS:  I'd agree... so obviously Travis Cade has something else in mind.

[The masked man edges towards the motionless Cade, their eyes locked on one another... trying to outguess their opponent.]

JS:  Diablo looks like he's going to accept it... slowly raising his hand up to meet Cade's... entwining finger- oh!

[A slight ripple of boos go up as Diablo buries a boot in the gut of his opponent... and charges up the ropes, racing to the top where he springboards off to the ropes right next to him... and then leaps again before taking Cade down to the mat with an armdrag!]

JS:  Double springboard armdrag by Diablo!  Exactly the kind of thing you'd expect to see from a lucha libre competitor... from someone trained in the ways of lucha libre.

TM:  Which Diablo most certainly was.  He got a lot of American and Japanese style training from me... but his father was always there to make sure he didn't forget his roots.

[The camera cuts to the elder Diablo, slapping the mat to cheer on his young son.]

JS:  You can see El Diablo looking on... very pleased with what he's seeing so far, I'd imagine.  Travis Cade rolled out to the floor, looking to regroup for a bit.  Every move he's made so far... every attempt to ground the luchador that he's made has been countered.  You think Cade took this kid too lightly, Todd?

TM:  It's possible.  Travis Cade is a very recognized name in the indy wrestling world.  He's a big star for Rumble Pro... he won their recent Rumble Pro Invitational Tournament... he's competed in most of the major interpromotional events over the past couple years.  And when you look at El Hijo Del Diablo... fresh out of wrestling school... a green rookie at 19 years old... yeah, it's really easy to take someone like him too lightly.  But I promise you... if you take this kid too lightly, you'll be beaten.  He won't waste the chance.

JS:  As he said, he's the underdog here... he's the one with nothing to lose.  So we may see him pull out all the stops tonight.

[Diablo leans on the ropes, glaring at Cade who is shaking the cobwebs... and then sprints towards him at full speed.]

JS:  HERE HE COMES!

[But before the young luchador can hurl himself through the ropes onto Cade, the Natural dives out of the way... and Diablo handsprings into the ropes, backflipping to the center of the ring where he lands on his feet, taunting the ducking Travis Cade.]

JS:  Oh my. 

TM:  Diablo's trying to get in Cade's head now... trying to get him to make a mistake because he's angry... because he's frustrated.  And you can almost be sure that this gameplan came from the head of El Diablo.  He was a master of the mindgames.

JS:  He even pretended to be dead for a year once!

TM:  Uh, Steggs... the Boss would prefer we never mention that again.

JS:  Whoops.

[The Natural climbs up on the ring apron, his eyes still locked on the taunting Diablo who starts to move in on Cade...

...and catches a brutal forearm to the side of the face for his efforts.]

JS:  Ooh!  What a shot right there!

TM:  Travis Cade is one of the hardest hitters in the game.  Diablo may be regretting pissing him off now.

JS:  Cade slips into the ring now, moving in...

[Ducking down, Cade _erupts_ upwards with a European uppercut that sends Diablo sailing back into the corner, clutching the underside of his chin.]

JS:  Good lord!  You could break a jaw with that!

TM:  Probably the most dangerous strike that Cade throws.  That European uppercut could probably knock someone out cold even, Steggs.  Hell, it may have in the past.

JS:  We'd have to check on that... but for now, it's really done a number on Diablo.  The luchador's hanging onto the ropes, trying to stay on his feet.

[The Natural slowly and methodically walks towards the corner, not wasting any movement, not burning any energy.  He pulls Diablo up by the devil horns on his mask...]


"WHAAAAAAAAAAP!"

"WOOOOOOOOOOO!"


JS:  What a chop!  Cade lights up the chest of the luchador!

TM:  I bet El Hijo Del Diablo wishes he was wearing a shirt now.  That chop left a hell of a red mark on his chest and-


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!"

"WOOOOOOOOOOOO!"


JS:  Another one!  Right to the chest!  Grabbing the wrist now for a whip...

[The luchador goes sailing across the ring... and leaps up to the second rope smoothly.]

JS:  Here comes Cade!

[The second generation star blindly leaps backwards, landing on the shoulders of the charging Rumble Pro star... then spins into position, taking Cade down with a rana, reaching back to tightly cradle the legs.]

JS:  RANA!  RANA!  

ONE!!!!
















TWO!!!!














TH-

[Big mixed pop!]

JS:  No!  Cade kicked out!  He broke that tight cradle to avoid the pinfall.

TM:  But he has to realize how close that was.  This could be the biggest night of his career and he almost got taken down early in the first round by a nineteen year old rookie, Steggs.

JS:  Cade staggering up to his feet.

[And as he does, El Hijo Del Diablo sprints across the ring... and _drives_ both of his feet into the chest of Cade, knocking him back into the ropes.]

JS:  Big running dropkick by Diablo!  He's got Cade on the ropes!

[Hitting the ropes again, the luchador charges... this time extending his arm for a clothesline attempt.]

JS:  Clothesli-

[Cade steps away from the ropes, hooking the outstretched arm with one arm and Diablo's head with the other.  He spins around away from the ropes and _hurls_ the rookie over his head and down to the mat!  Big pop!]

JS:  HEAD AND ARM SUPLEX!  

TM:  He just _threw_ Diablo across the ring!  Incredible strength on display by Travis Cade!

JS:  A great counter to the clothesline attempt... and that's going to drastically change the momentum of this match.  Cade nearly suplexed Diablo out of his damn boots, Todd.

TM:  He certainly did.  And I think we may have just seen the _real_ Travis Cade for the first time in this match.

[Dropping down on the stunned Diablo in a mount position, Cade throws a forearm to the side of Diablo's face.  Pulling him up by the mask with his left hand, Cade throws repeated right forearms into the head of his opponent.]

JS:  Shades of Mixed Martial Arts here from the Natural... and El Hijo Del Diablo is defenseless, just getting pummeled.

[After a few more blows, Cade regains his feet, yanking Diablo up by the mask and firing him into the ropes.]

JS:  Diablo off the far side... tilt a whirl!


"OHHHHHHHHHH!"


JS:  Big backbreaker!  Right down across the knee!

TM:  A quebradora by Travis Cade and it looks like the Natural has just hit his groove.  He's got Diablo down, clutching his spine... and Travis Cade may be about to show us how he's earned that reputation.

JS:  Cade crawls over... cover!

One!!!















Two!!!






[Pop!]

JS:  Not enough to keep the rookie down.  This kid had fought too long and hard to get to this place... to get to a match like this.  He's not about to go down that easily.

TM:  Go down.  Hehehe.

JS:  It's a Lori joke waiting to happen.

TM:  Ahhh, the good ol' days.

JS:  Cade's right back to his feet... he leaps!

[And brings the point of his elbow crashing down across the chest of the young luchador!]

JS:  Big elbowdrop on target... another cover!

One!!!

















Two!!!

[Pop!]

JS:  Still not enough.

TM:  Cade's just making him expend energy by kicking out.  He knew he wasn't going to get a three count off an elbow drop but if he can suck just that little bit more of energy out of El Hijo Del Diablo, you've gotta do it.

[Rolling the luchador off the mat, Cade hooks in a three-quarter nelson also known as a cravate.]

JS:  Tight cravate applied by the Natural, really tweaking that neck against the grain... trying to knot it up.

[Cade pulls more on the head, twisting the neck as Diablo responds with a cry of pain... trying to fight up to his feet.]

JS:  Cade up to a knee, still with that hold locked in.  Look at the pressure applied right there, Todd.

TM:  This is a seldom used but very painful hold.  If Cade's looking to soften up the neck of Diablo, this is a good way to do it.  The kid needs to find a way out of this and in a hurry.

[After a few more moments, a "DI-AH-BLO" chant starts up from a handful of hands, growing in size as the elder Diablo slaps the mat in rhythm with the chant.]

JS:  El Diablo is trying to rally the fans behind his son... trying to get their support behind him to get out of this hold... to somehow break free of this painful hold he's got applied.

TM:  I think it's working, Steggs!  Diablo's fighting up to his feet!

[Cade quickly follows, trying to find a way to maintain the hold in the standing position... but promptly catches an elbow thrown into his ribs.  He tightens the hold, refusing to release it.]

JS:  Cade won't let go!  Diablo's elbow did nothing to-

[Another elbow to the ribs gets some separation... and a third finally breaks Diablo free.]

JS:  He's loose!  El Hijo Del Diablo escapes the cravate... to the ropes he goes!

[But as he rebounds off, he finds himself trapped in the waiting arms of Travis Cade... who hurls him up and over with an overhead belly to belly suplex down to the canvas.]

JS:  Ohhhh my!

TM:  Diablo got loose but Cade was still in control.  A breathtaking belly to belly puts Diablo down... and the kid actually rolls out to the floor, trying to get a breather.

JS:  I don't think Cade's gonna let him!  I don't think he's-

TM:  If Cade's thinking about what it looks like he is, this is very dangerous for him.  As far as I know, Cade isn't much of a flyer at all, Steggs.

JS:  I think you're right, Todd.  I think he's-

[As Diablo regains his feet, Travis Cade sprints across the ring, hurling himself between the top and middle ropes with his elbow cocked...

...and slams that elbow into the skull of Diablo, knocking him back into the metal barricade at a frighting speed.]

JS:  OHHHHH MY!

TM:  Bullet tope elbow smash!  And Diablo _slammed_ backfirst into the steel railing.  A lot of impact with that shot... a lot of pain shooting through the body of El Hijo Del Diablo now.

JS:  An incredible dive... so, so risky by the Natural.  He just doesn't do things like that.  But he's pulling out all the stops here tonight.  He's showing just how much it means for him to win this tournament.  A win in this big of a spotlight could be a career making moment, Todd.

TM:  It certainly could.  You win here and suddenly you and your promotion are the talk of the wrestling industry.  Rumble Pro's got a lot of fans but Travis Cade could make them one of the elite promotions in the industry with a win here tonight.

JS:  Cade slowly back to his feet... winds up...


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


JS:  Big chop out there on the floor!  El Hijo Del Diablo's just hanging onto the railing, trying to stay on his feet.


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


JS:  Whew!  Another one on target!

[As Cade backs away, the camera zooms in on the chest of Diablo, showing several red welts.]

JS:  Sweet Jesus.  Look at those welts, Todd.

TM:  It's the price you pay for glory, Steggs.

JS:  Indeed.

[Grabbing Diablo by the mask, Cade hurls him under the ropes into the ring before climbing up on the ring apron.]

JS:  Diablo back in the ring... Cade on the apron...

[But Diablo shows the energy that youth provides, springing to his feet and uncorking a superkick...]


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


[Causing Cade to spin, sailing off the apron...]



"CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!"


[...and crash chestfirst down across the steel railing surrounding the ringside area!  Huge pop!]

JS:  OHHHHH MY!

TM:  Cade got caught!  He thought he had everything under control and Diablo was playing possum a bit.  Diablo took those chops, setting Cade up... and then seized the moment, scoring with that superkick that sent Cade chestfirst to the barricade!

JS:  He could have cracked ribs... a broken sternum... who knows!

[Cade crumples from the railing, lying on the floor clutching his chest and midsection as a stunned Diablo crawls through the ropes to the ring apron, leaning against the ringpost for a moment.]

JS:  Diablo's out on the apron... sucking some wind... this kid is fighting his heart out but will it be enough?

TM:  What's he thinking here?

JS:  I have no ide-

[Going for it all, Diablo sprints the length of the apron, frontflipping at the end of his charge...

...and bringing all of his weight down across the ribcage of Travis Cade!  Huge pop!]

JS:  SOMERSAULT SENTON OFF THE APRON!  GOOD GOD!

TM:  Right down on the injured ribs and chest, Steggs... right _down_ on them.  This kid is smart.  He must have had a good teacher.

JS:  Yeah, El Diablo is pretty goo-

TM:  NOT HIM!

[With his injured opponent sucking wind, grimacing with every breath, Diablo peels him off the floor and shoves him back into the ring.]

JS:  Cade's back in... and Diablo's going up top!  El Hijo Del Diablo is going to fly!

[Reaching the peak of the ropes, Diablo turns his back to face the crowd...

...and leaps from the top, flipping backwards.]

JS:  MOOOONSAULLLLLLLLLLT!!

[HUGE POP!]

JS:  He got it!  He got the moonsault!

ONE!!!






























TWO!!!






























T-

[Huge mixed pop!]

JS:  Kickout by Cade!  Travis Cade may be hurting and hurting badly but that moonsault wasn't enough to put him down for a three count.

TM:  Both these guys just want that J*STAR Crown so badly, Steggs.  They know what's at stake here.

[Diablo rolls off his foe to his knees... and then promptly drives the point of his elbow into the ribcage with an elbowsmash.]

JS:  Oh!  A hard elbow to the ribs!  And it's not difficult to guess what part of the body El Hijo Del Diablo has decided to target, fans.

TM:  He's softening up the middle of the body... working it over for the Devil's Dance.  That 450 splash of his has been very effective in recent months, Steggs.

JS:  You would know, Todd.  

[A couple more short elbow strikes to the ribs leaves Cade gasping for air as Diablo pushes himself back to his feet... leaps into the air...

...and drives both of his feet down into the ribcage!]

JS:  Leaping double stomp!  El Hijo Del Diablo is on fire!

TM:  And Travis Cade, the Natural, may be in serious trouble for this first time in this match.  He needs to get back to his feet... he needs to use his size advantage and not let Diablo take to the sky at will.

JS:  Speaking of which, Diablo's heading for the top again.  He's scaling the ropes from the inside of the ring... his father with some words of advice from the outside.

[But Diablo's ascension of the ropes takes too long as the injured Travis Cade battles to his feet, clutching his ribcage...

...and hurls his body into the ropes, crotching El Hijo Del Diablo on the top rope strand!]


"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


TM:  Any more of those and there may not be any third generation stars in the Diablo clan.

JS:  Indeed.  Travis Cade's experience shined through there... knowing he needed to do something and willing himself to do exactly that.  Diablo's straddling the top buckle... and Cade's got ideas, Todd.

TM:  Oh!  Hard forearm to the spine by Cade.

[And the Rumble Pro rep steps up to the second rope, hooking the young luchador.]

JS:  He's got him hooked... oh my!

TM:  He's stepping up top!  Travis Cade stepping up to the top rope!

[Still holding Diablo in his grasp, Cade steadies himself up top... and hoists Diablo into the air...

...bringing him _crashing_ down on the back of his head and neck!  Huge mixed pop!]

JS:  BELLY TO BACK SUPERPLEX!!!  Good lord almighty!

TM:  That might do it, Steggs... that might be enough right there.

[A dazed Travis Cade shakes off the fall... and throws an arm over Diablo.]

JS:  ONE!!!






























TWO!!!































THR-

[BIG POP!]

JS:  No!  No!  No!  The rookie will not stay down!

[A tired Travis Cade pushes himself to his knees, glaring first at the official... then down at Diablo.]

JS:  Cade getting back to his feet, pulling Diablo up by the mask... and shoves him back into the corner.  

TM:  El Hijo Del Diablo seems to be out on his feet, Steggs.  He got out of the belly to back superplex... but I don't know how much longer he can fight off Travis Cade at this rate.

JS:  The Natural moving in.

[Cornering the young rookie, Cade drives a forearm shot into the side of his head.  Another forearm follows, nearly knocking Diablo off his feet.]

JS:  Come on, referee!  Get in there!

TM:  Travis Cade is brutalizing this kid in the corner!  The fans are getting on his case a little bit... but trust me, Cade is not a bad guy... he's just drawn that way.

JS:  Huh?

TM:  Never mind.

[A series of brutal headbutts knocks Diablo off his feet, down in a seated position in the corner... where a pair of hard knees greet him, nearly putting him through the ringpost.]

JS:  Cade pulling Diablo off the mat... and he's putting him up top!

[The Natural deposits Diablo on the top rope, facing the ring.  He steps up to the second rope, looking to hook something.]

JS:  The Natural is- oh!  Hard right hand by Diablo!  And another!  He's trying to fight his way out of this.

[The crowd explodes in cheers as a headbutt catches Cade above the eye, knocking from his perch and back down to the canvas.]

JS:  Diablo fought him off!  And he steps up to the top rope... poised... ready...

[As Cade regains his feet, Diablo hurls himself into the air, landing on the shoulders of his opponent.]

JS:  TOP ROPE HURRACAN- no!

TM:  CADE CAUGHT HIM!

[Holding Diablo high above, Cade rotates from the buckles...

...and _spikes_ him into the canvas with a powerbomb, flipping over the legs with a double leg bridging cradle!]

JS:  ONE!!!




























TWO!!!




























THRE-

[MASSIVE MIXED POP!]

JS:  Oh my god!  Can you believe it?!  This kid kicked out again!

TM:  And Travis Cade has _got_ to be wondering what the hell it's going to take to put him down.  The SouthWest Lucha Libre representative is fighting like there's no tomorrow, Steggs.

JS:  For him, there probably isn't.  This is his best chance to secure a contract with a major promotion.  If he wants to get the big money, the big spotlight, he _needs_ to win this match tonight.

[A stunned Travis Cade stays focused, pulling Diablo right back off the mat... and _drilling_ him with a European uppercut that sends him into the ropes.]

JS:  Diablo's barely able to stay on his feet... barely able to fight any more!

[With his opponent stunned, Travis Cade sprints across the ring, scoring with a running forearm shot that sends Diablo flying over the ropes and down to the concrete floor in a heap.]

JS:  Good lord!

TM:  Cade may be about to explode, Stegglet.  He may have had enough of this rookie from San Diego.  We're almost fifteen minutes into this match and what a war it's been.

JS:  Cade steps out on the apron... waving for Diablo to get back to his feet...

[And as the masked man does, the Natural leaps off the apron with a double axehandle across the back of the neck.]

JS:  Nicely done.  No high risk... and a very big payoff.

TM:  He rolls Diablo back in... and rolls right in behind him.

[Cade gets back to his feet, reaching down to pull Diablo up...

...and promptly gets taken down in a small package!]

JS:  ONE!!!




























TWO!!!




























THRE-

[MASSIVE DISAPPOINTED POP!]

JS:  So close!  So very close!

TM:  And with the reaction of the crowd, you've gotta believe there's a large chunk of them looking for the upset now!  They want to see this kid somehow pull it off!

[As Cade gets back to his feet, he buries a boot in the gut of the quickly rising Diablo.]

JS:  Oh!  He cuts off the rookie!  

[Grabbing Diablo, he yanks him into position for another head and arm suplex.]

JS:  Another one?!

TM:  This could do it.

[Hoisting Diablo into the air, Cade lunges forward into of hurling the masked man backwards...

...and brings him crashing down across his bent knee!]

JS:  Oh!  Oh my!

TM:  Head and arm backbreaker?!  I've never seen that done before!

[Yanking the limp luchador off his knee, Cade hurls him up and over with the head and arm suplex!  Big pop!]

JS:  Wow.  How impressive was that, Todd?

TM:  Impressive enough that it might have just ended Diablo's night.

[Cade drops down on the mat, tightly cinching both legs in a lateral press.]

JS:  ONE!!!




























TWO!!!




























THRE-

[MASSIVE MIXED POP!]

JS:  Shoulder up!  Somehow, someway El Hijo Del Diablo got a shoulder off the mat!  The spunky luchador refuses to stay down... even after a crushing move like that!

[Cade seems to lose his cool a bit at this point, cradling Diablo's head and driving forearm after forearm into his skull.]

JS:  Good lord!

TM:  This kid's just taking a pounding now, Jonnie.

JS:  Cade back to his feet, peeling Diablo up off the mat...

[With a mighty cry of "GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE!", Cade makes his intentions clear as he bends over to hoist Diablo up in a fireman's carry...

...and promptly gets taken down in a crucifix!]

JS:  ONE!!!





























TWO!!!





























THRE-

[MASSIVE MIXED POP!]

JS:  Good lord, Todd.  Neither man will give up... neither man will stay down.

TM:  And this is just the first match of the night!

[An irate Cade floors the recovering Diablo with a running forearm... and promptly applies a front facelock.]

JS:  Guillotine choke!  Travis Cade is going back to what brought him to the dance, Todd Michaelson!

TM:  And this might be it.  Cade's a submission wrestling expert and Diablo's going to have a hard damn time finding a way out of this thing.

[But the luchador damn sure is going to try, wriggling and shaking, battling to find a way out of the hold.]

JS:  He's trying to get out of it!  The masked man can feel his night coming to an end if he can't get out of this choke sleeper in a hurry.  He's about to have his lights turned out!

[A pair of forearms to the gut of Cade loosen the hold just slightly... but enough for Diablo to spin out of the guillotine choke...

...and find himself locked in a dragon sleeper instead!]

JS:  What a move by Cade!  He's showing that mat wrestling expertise we've heard so much about.  Seamlessly going from the choke to the dragon sleeper as Diablo tried to counter it.  We've just passed the fifteen minute mark and both of these men are running on fumes.

TM:  Cade seems in much better shape though.  Diablo's had a long layoff since his last match... we may be seeing them come back to hurt him.

JS:  He's trying to get out of this hold now... how frustrating must it be to battle out of one hold only to get locked in another one.  He's trying to get loose... trying to- 

[The fans erupt as Diablo gets his feet under him, pushing up to his feet and forcing Cade to do the same thing.]

JS:  Both men back to a vertical base but I'm not sure if that-

[Finding the ropes, Diablo manages to walk his legs up them, flipping over a stunned Travis Cade who quickly turns around.]

JS:  Diablo countered the hold... dropkick!

[But Cade sidesteps the attempt at a Japanese style dropkick, watching Diablo slam spinefirst to the canvas before hooking the legs and turning the luchador onto his stomach.]

JS:  TEXAS CLOVERLEAF!  CADE'S GOT IT HOOKED!

TM:  And he's got it hooked in the middle of the ring, Steggs... this might be it.

JS:  Diablo's fighting it!  He's trying to get to the ropes!

[Fired up, the elder Diablo begins slapping the canvas in rhythm, trying to inspire his son... trying to inspire the fans.  He waves the white towel wildly, trying to get him back up.]

JS:  The luchador's crawling... scratching and clawing... fighting towards the ropes.

[Sitting back on the spine of El Hijo Del Diablo, Cade calls for the referee to check him.  But the young rookie refuses to quit as he inches closer and closer to the ropes.]

JS:  Diablo's making process but he's nowhere near the ropes yet, Todd.

TM:  He certainly isn't and the longer he's in this hold, the more damage it's doing.  I don't know if he can get out of this one, Steggs... I don't know if he-

JS:  He's close!  He's almost there!  He's-

[In a smooth motion, Cade breaks the Cloverleaf and slaps on a crossface hold, keeping Diablo just a matter of inches away.]

JS:  CAVALCADE 2.0!  This is it!  This is one of Cade's signature holds!

TM:  Diablo's so close... but his closest arm is trapped now!  So close.. so damn close...

[But not close enough as the referee leaps to his feet, calling for the bell to be rung.]

JS:  That's it!

[A huge mixed pop erupts as the bell rings.  Referee Patrick Rodriguez gives a few words to Ken Graham who nods and makes the announcement.]

KG:  Your winner of the match by submission... moving on the semifinals of the tournament...

"THE NATURAL"

TRAVIS CAAAAAAAAAAAADE!!!

[Another huge mixed pop goes up for Cade who raises a weary arm in triumph...

...and then extends the same arm to El Hijo Del Diablo who is clutching his neck in the corner.]

JS:  Cade extends the hand... and Diablo accepts!

[Cade tugs Diablo up to his feet, the two men sharing a sportsman's embrace as Diablo lifts Cade's hand in the air in triumph.]

JS:  A show of sportsmanship by these two warriors.  What a matchup that was... and the fans are giving both of these men a standing ovation. 

TM:  Good to see... this is fantastic.

JS:  Well, Travis Cade is moving on in this tournament to face the winner of the Billy Bodeen/Rum Barton matchup that we'll be seeing in just a few moments.  But I must say, Todd Michaelson, if this is any indication of what you and Mr. Blue have in store for us over the next two nights, we're all in for one hell of a ride.

TM:  Hehe.  I think you're going to enjoy this weekend, Steggster.

JS:  Indeed.  Well, fans... earlier tonight, we caught up with Rum Barton as he prepared for his first round encounter with Bryan Bodeen.

[We cut backstage to see the massive physique of the Hackney Hitman himself, RCW superstar Rum Barton. Barton is wrapping his fingers with athletic tape as he looks to the camera.]

RB: A fucking sheriff...ha!

[He continues to wrap the tape.]

RB: Sorry Billy, I'm not really worried about you. In fact, I'm not sure there's a bleedin' ponce in this entire tournament who can beat me!

[Pause.]

RB: But you never know, I guess. All it takes is three seconds. And I guess every squirrel finds a bleedin' nut every now and again.

So there's no guarantees I'm going to win tonight. I'll be the first to admit that.

But even if someone pins me...

There'll be _NOTHING_ stopping me from beating the piss out of any of you until your fucking whore of a wife doesn't even recognize you the next morning.

[He finishes wrapping the tape, and then snaps his fingers.]

RB: Like _that_. I can do it just like _that_.

Oh, how it's going to be fun, eh lads?

[He laughs, showing his dirty baked bean teeth as the camera cuts back to the ring where Ken Graham is standing.]

KG:  The following contest is set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and is a first round match in the J*STAR Crown tournament.  The winner of this contest will move on to face Travis Cade later tonight in the semifinals of the tournament.

Introducing first... he represents KAWF... "Shotgun Sheriff"... BILLY BODEEEEEN!

[Bodeen solemnly raises his nightstick to the sky, soaking up the jeers from the capacity crowd.]

KG:  And his opponent... a Wild Card entry in tonight's tournament... standing 6'8 and weighing in at 295 pounds... from Hackney, England...

RUM BARRRRRRRRRRRRTONNNNNNNNN!!!

[The sounds of "Golden Brown" by the Stranglers hit the PA, and Rum Barton steps his way through the curtain. Barton looks around the arena, scanning over the J*STAR crowd as he stands at the top of the ramp dressed in dirty jeans, black boots, and a wife beater, along with heavily taped wrists, hands, and fingers. A cross hanging off a gold chain is wrapped around his neck, which he kisses before heading towards the ring.]

#Golden brown texture like sun# 
#Lays me down with my mind she runs# 
#Throughout the night# 
#No need to fight# 
#Never a frown with golden brown# 

[Barton steps on the ring apron, where he stands with his hand on the top rope, staring into the crowd, raising his free arm into the air before stepping over the top rope into the ring. Barton climbs a nearby turnbuckle, posing with his arms in the air as flashbulbs go off around the arena. He then steps down and tests the ropes, bouncing off them as he waits for the bell.]

JS:  Barton versus Bodeen and the winner moves on to the semifinals.  Both of these men have a fairly straight forward style... you're not likely to see any mat wrestling or high flying from these two.

TM:  And you just know Rum Barton would prefer to bash someone with a light tube than slap on a side headlock.

JS:  Indeed.

[Barton pauses one more moment... then dashes across the ring where Billy Bodeen is waiting.]

JS:  Whoa!  It looks like Rum Barton got tired of waiting for the bell!

[DING DING DING]

TM:  Pro Wrestling Revolution official Steve Stevens is in charge of this one and he's quick to make sure everything that's about to happen is completely legal.

JS:  Barton with a right hand... but Bodeen fires right back.  Say what you want about Billy Bodeen being the "Shotgun Sheriff" but this youngster's not about to back down one bit.

TM:  You just can't survive in a tournament like this if you're going to be intimidated, Steggs.

JS:  These two big behemoths are trading right hands... the crowd's roaring with each and every blow landed and-

[And Billy Bodeen shows the wisdom that you wouldn't expect from him as he drives his hip and knee up into the midsection of Rum Barton.]

JS:  Oh!  Bodeen with a shot to the midsection to take Barton down a notch.  You really don't want to brawl with Rum Barton, Todd.

TM:  No, I'd say not.  Hell, I can think of a lot of people from our old stomping grounds who wouldn't want to brawl with him either... let alone this kid from down South.

[With Barton momentarily doubled over, Bodeen drives the point of his elbow down into the small of the back, flooring the English brawler.]

JS:  Down goes Barton!  Billy Bodeen showing the smarts that could potentially take him deep into this tournament.

[With Barton prone on the canvas, Bodeen drives the heel of his boot down into the kidneys of his opponent.]

JS:  A vicious stomp to the back by our representative from KAWF.  And you know the KAWF officials are backstage looking on... hoping that Bodeen can get them to the next level of international exposure here tonight.

TM:  And there's probably a few nervous execs in St. Louis too.

JS:  Perhaps... perhaps.

[A second stomp causes Barton to cringe from the pain.  With the Hackney native still down, Bodeen hits the nearest ropes, leaping into the air...]

JS:  Ohhhh my!  A big kneedrop comes crashing down across the lower back of Rum Barton!  And you've gotta imagine that Rum Barton never _dreamed_ that this match would start out like this.

TM:  He's going to need to regroup and get back on his game if he hopes to knock off Billy Bodeen here tonight in this one.

JS:  Bodeen... ah!

[The crowd groans in unison as Bodeen, with his knee still firmly planted in Barton's spine, grabs a handful of hair and tugs up on it, bending the neck and back of his opponent.]

TM:  This is a modified version of the camel clutch... and if you're not aware, Rum Barton has a history of serious back injuries.  

JS:  A hold like this will certainly exacerbate something like that too, Todd.

TM:  Almost anything will.  A back injury is a hard thing to wrestle with... trust me.

JS:  Indeed.

[Since the hold involves a hairpull, referee Stevens quickly forces Bodeen to break the submission attempt.  Bodeen angrily gets to his feet, glaring at the official.]

JS:  Bodeen breaks the hold... but he doesn't look too happy about it.

[Grabbing Bodeen by the feet, he pulls the legs apart...

...and buries the point of his elbow into the groin of Rum Barton!]


"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


JS:  Oh come on, referee!

TM:  A blatant low blow by Billy Bodeen... but it looks like he's going to get off with a warning.  No referee wants to end a match of this importance on a DQ if he can help it.

JS:  I suppose... but Rum Barton's hurting in a bad, bad way right now.

[Referee Steve Stevens continues to reprimand Billy Bodeen and earns a shove across the ring for his efforts.]

JS:  Bodeen pushing his luck, Todd.

TM:  He sure is... and how furious would the KAWF locker room be at him if he blew their chance at exposure with something stupid like that.

JS:  He's pulling Barton up off the mat... hooked!

[And in a nice show of power, he muscles Barton into the air and down to the mat with a gutwrench suplex!]

JS:  Wow.  Some impressive strength on display by Billy Bodeen.

TM:  It's not everyone who can suplex a three hundred pounder.  This guy's got some skills.. but he'd better watch his temper in there.

JS:  The odd thing is that most of us expected that if a DQ were to happen in this tournament, it'd be Rum Barton who would be the victim.  Many believed his ultraviolent nature would prevent him from fitting in this tournament.

[With Barton flat on his stomach, Bodeen backs to the corner and hops up to a seated position up top...

...then leaps off, driving the point of his elbow into the lower back of the Englishman!]

JS:  Good lord!

TM:  A wail of pain from Rum Barton... and Billy Bodeen's gameplan is obviously working thusfar in the match.

JS:  A cover!

ONE!!!



















TWO!!!


















[Pop!]

JS:  No way.  You're not gonna take down a man as tough as Rum Barton that easily.  Bodeen's gonna have to hit him with something harder than that.

TM:  Maybe a wrecking ball.

JS:  Bodeen pulling Barton off the mat... whew!  Hard right hand on target, knocking Barton back into the buckles.

[Moving in behind him, the "Shotgun Sheriff" lights him up with another hard right hand, leaving Barton hanging onto the ropes to stay on his feet.]

JS:  Rum Barton needs to regroup in a big way, Todd... he needs to find a way to get back on track here.

TM:  Big whip coming up.

[A whip that sends Barton crashing spinefirst to the buckles just moments before a charging Bodeen scores with a knee driven up into the gut.]

JS:  Billy Bodeen's in complete control of this match right now and this crowd, quite frankly, is in shock over that fact.  He grabs the wrist... another whi - reversed!

[And the frustration he's been feeling over being pounded _explodes_ from Rum Barton as he whips Bodeen across the ring so hard, the KAWF representative sails over the top rope and crashes down to the concrete floor below!]

JS:  OHHHHHHH!

TM:  I think we declare the tide turned in this one.

JS:  Damn straight.  Barton just _hurled_ Billy Bodeen to the floor... he just snapped and had had enough of a beating.  Bodeen's down... and Rum Barton, banged up and hurting as he is, is going out there after him.

[Barton steps through the ropes to the apron before dropping down to the concrete floor.]

JS:  Here we go... this is going to get ugly.

[Peeling Bodeen off the floor, Barton grabs him by the wrist...]


"CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!"


JS:  SPINEFIRST TO THE RAILING!  Rum Barton just whipped Bodeen so hard into the railing, I think the whole front row just moved.

[The "Shotgun Sheriff" is stunned, arms hooked over the railing to stay on his feet.  Barton quickly moves in, planting a boot into the sternum of his opponent.]

JS:  Barton with another kick... and another... big boots being driven repeatedly into the chest of Billy Bodeen.

TM:  And this is _not_ where Bodeen wants to be with Barton.  Rum Barton is one of the best in the business brawling on the floor and- uh oh.

[The crowd roars as Barton yanks Bodeen into a front facelock... roaring to the fans before hoisting the "Shotgun Sheriff" into the air...

...and bringing him _crashing_ down to the concrete floor with a suplex!  Huge pop!]

JS:  Good lord!  

TM:  Right down on the back!  Barton has turned the tables on Bodeen and is showing him what it feels like to have your back targetted.

JS:  Bodeen's rolling around on the cement floor, clutching his spine... who knows what kind of damage was done right there, fans.

[A grinning Rum Barton climbs back to his feet, yanking Bodeen up by the hair and shoving him under the ropes and into the ring before rolling back in himself.]

JS:  Barton back in the ring... pulling Bodeen up and- oh!  He throws him back into the corner!

TM:  Rum is just manhandling Billy Bodeen right now.  He's tossing him around like he is absolutely nothing.

[Moving in on the cornered opponent, Barton cocks his arm back and lunges forward with a clothesline.]

JS:  Big clothesline in the buckles... and he's not done.

[Barton cocks the arm back again... and drives it into the chest and throat of his victim.]

JS:  Another one!  Barton's got him trapped!

[The crowd erupts as Barton throws clothesline after clothesline after clothesline at the cornered Billy Bodeen, snapping his head back with each and every blow.]

JS:  Bodeen needs to get the hell of out Dodge City!

TM:  Shouldn't be tough for a cowboy.

[Finally letting up, Barton grabs Bodeen by the wrist and fires him across the ring into the opposite corner.]

JS:  From one corner to the next... Barton charges!

[Leaping into the air, the English brawler brings all of his weight across the chest of Bodeen with a corner splash!  Huge pop!]

JS:  Rum Barton's on fire!  Bodeen staggers out of the buckles... and the big man buries a boot in his gut!

[The cheers somehow grow louder as Barton steps forward, slapping a standing headscissors on the "Shotgun Sheriff".]

JS:  He's gonna powerbomb him!  He's gonna plant Bodeen six feet under!

TM:  His back took some punishment though... I don't know if he can get him up, Steggs.

JS:  He's damn sure gonna try!  He lif- no!  Bodeen dropped down to a knee... he's gonna fight it!

[An irate Barton winds up.]


"WHAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAP!"


JS:  Good lord!  A brutal series of forearms to the back of Billy Bodeen!  Barton's trying to soften him up... trying to weaken his resolve...

[But Bodeen stays down on a knee as Barton attempts to lift again.]

JS:  He's going for it again!

TM:  There's no way... no way he can get him up from that low of a crouch.

JS:  HE LIFTS!!

[The crowd explodes as Barton somehow manages to muscle Billy Bodeen up into the air...

...and _drives_ him down to the canvas!]

JS:  POWERBOMB!!  POWERBOMB!!

[Having planted Bodeen on the mat, Barton dives down across his chest.]

JS:  ONE!!!





















TWO!!!



















THR-

[HUGE SHOCKED POP!]

JS:  I thought he had him!  I thought he had him beaten!

TM:  I don't know how the hell he got him up... I have even less of a clue how the hell Bodeen kicked out.  This match should be over, Jonnie.

JS:  I agree.  Billy Bodeen is showing tremendous fighting spirit here tonight.

[As Bodeen pushes himself up to his feet, Barton kicks him hard in the back of the head, knocking him into the ropes so that his upper torso is hanging over the top rope.]

JS:  Rum grabs the leg... uh oh... what the hell does he have in mind here?

TM:  This can't be good.

[Lifting Bodeen's legs from behind, Barton pauses for a moment...

...then kicks Bodeen as hard as he can in a not-so-nice place!  Huge sympathetic pop!]

JS:  Eeeps.

TM:  Amen to that.

JS:  Rum Barton kicked him in the... well, let's be nice and say stomach... and Bodeen's feeling the effects.

[Now leaning over the second rope, Bodeen cradles his nether regions... and Barton hits the far ropes, rebounding back...

...slamming his knee into the back of Bodeen's skull!  Huge pop!]

JS:  Rum Barton has taken total control of this match... and _this_ is what we expected to see. 

TM:  Barton's got his eyes fixed on Travis Cade and the semifinals of this tournament.  He's two wins away from a very nice paycheck and a bootful of glory and he knows it.

[Dragging a limp Bodeen off the mat by the arm, Barton looks to whip him across the ring.]

JS:  Irish whi- reversed!

[The crowd erupts with surprise as Bodeen counters the whip into a short-arm clothesline!]

JS:  And just like that... just...like... _that_... the momentum swings.

TM:  This is a back and forth match the likes of which I don't think anyone expected to see from these two.  There's not a soul in this building who expected Rum Barton to get the fight taken to him by this kid from KAWF.

JS:  Leaps! 

[And brings a leg crashing down across the throat of Barton, gesturing the referee to make the count.]

JS:  ONE!!!



















TWO!!!


















TH-

[Big pop!]

JS:  Nope!  Not enough to keep Rum Barton down.

[Yanking Barton quickly off the canvas, Bodeen hoists him up... and brings him crashing down on his bent knee.]

JS:  Inverted atomic drop!  And Bodeen to the ropes...

[Leaving his feet, Bodeen scores with a clothesline that he holds, slamming the back of Barton's skull to the mat.]

JS:  Bulldog lariat!  Billy Bodeen is busting out moves I haven't seen in years and he's doing so with great effectiveness.  Another cover!

ONE!!!



















TWO!!!




















THR-

[HUGE POP!]

JS:  No!  Still not enough!

[A fired up Bodeen slaps the mat as he regains his feet, gesturing for Rum Barton to do the same.]

JS:  Barton staggering up to his feet... hooked!

[The crowd gasps as Bodeen prepares to belly to belly suplex Rum Barton to the mat...

...and then explodes as Barton bites the forehead of his opponent to break his grasp!  Huge pop!]

JS:  BARTON'S BITING HIM!

TM:  Ordinarily, I'd shill he's showing how much the J*STAR Crown means to him... but he's really just an mean fuck.

JS:  TODD!

[Bodeen staggers away, checking his head to see if he's been busted open... and gets his bell rung as Barton slams his arms together on Bodeen's ears.]

JS:  Bodeen's rattled... he's having a hard time staying on his feet.  

TM:  He fell into the corner... I think he really got his equilibrium shaken up from that bell clapper.

[With his opponent dazed in the corner, Barton sprints across the ring, leaping into the air for another corner splash...

...one that comes up empty as Bodeen dives to the side, causing Barton to tumble over the ropes and out to the concrete floor below!  Huge shocked pop!]

JS:  Good lord!  What a fall by Barton!

TM:  He went all the way from the ring to the floor on that splash... and that can't be good news for him.  Billy Bodeen may have just found himself on the verge of victory.

JS:  Bodeen slides out to the floor.  He's pretty banged up too but he realizes that he's in a great position to win this match right now.  He _must_ take advantage of it.

[Pulling Barton off the floor, Bodeen hooks a side waistlock.  He hoists Barton into the air... and brings him crashing down on the back of his head and neck on the concrete floor!  Huge mixed pop!]

JS:  OH MY GOD!!

TM:  Barton could have had his skull cracked right there!  An absolutely vicious move by the "Shotgun Sheriff"... and somewhere the reps from KAWF are damn happy!

JS:  Bodeen rolls him back in... crawling in behind him.

[The camera zooms in on Barton, showing a slight laceration on the back of his bald skull.]

JS:  Bodeen back in... it looks like Rum Barton's had his head split open a bit.

TM:  Just a small cut... but there's blood in the water nonetheless.

JS:  Bodeen pulls him- ohh!  A jab to the throat by Barton!

[The KAWF rep staggers away, trying to suck wind into his body as he clutches his throat with horror in his eyes.]

JS:  Rum Barton caught him in the throat!  A cheap shot but something that got him a breather.

[Still sucking wind, Bodeen moves back towards Rum Barton... who greets him with a big right hand.]

JS:  Big right!  Barton's fighting back!  Another one!  A third!  A fourth!  He's got Bodeen on the ropes and-

[And for the second time in the match, a simple hip check to the midsection cuts Barton's rally short.]

JS:  Bodeen sends him to the ropes.

[Rum Barton rebounds back, getting hoisted up in a fireman's carry...

...and planted to the canvas with a Samoan drop!]

JS:  ONE!!!

































TWO!!!























THRE-

[DEAFENING POP!]

JS:  SHOULDER UP!!

TM:  And this time I thought it was Bodeen who had it won, Steggs!  Both of these men are coming so, so close!

JS:  They both are on the verge of victory.  These fans are on their feet... waiting to see what these two men will pull out of their aresenals next!

[Getting back to his feet, face covered with frustration, Bodeen pulls Barton off the canvas.  Bending over behind him, he hoists Barton up in a shoulder mount.]

JS:  SHOULDER MOUNT!  Barton's a lonnnng way up there!

[But before he can fall back with him, Bodeen finds himself getting pummeled by Barton who is throwing desperate right hands to free himself from his perch.]

JS:  Barton slips free... COBRA CLUTCH!!!

[DEAFENING POP!]

JS:  HE'S GOT IT LOCKED!  HE'S GOT THE COBRA LOCKED IN THE CENTER OF THE RI-

[But Billy Bodeen has other ideas as he lunges backwards, slamming Barton into the turnbuckles...

...but Barton hangs tight, refusing to break the hold.]                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

JS:  He's still got it on!  He won't let go!

TM:  And if Billy Bodeen doesn't find a way out of it in a damn hurry, he's going to let go... of consciousness!

JS:  His arms are pumping wildly... but you can see them already starting to fade.  He's losing the will to fight.  He's losing-

[Another time back to the buckles... a little less steam this time, but still a hard collision.]

JS:  Back to the corner again!  But Barton is still holding strong... he's still not breaking the hold!

TM:  Bodeen's arms are moving slower and slower.  He's almost out, Steggs.

JS:  He certainly is... he may have enough for one more-

[One last burst of energy sends Barton slamming at high speed into the turnbuckles, his head whipping backwards from the impact...

...and his arms coming loose from around Bodeen's neck.]

JS:  HE BROKE THE HOLD!  BODEEN'S NOT DONE YET!

[Stunned from the impact, Barton is easy prey as Bodeen grabs his arm and fires him chestfirst into the turnbuckles.]

JS:  Sternumfirst to the corner!  Rum Barton staggers out of the corner... 

[Bodeen snags the dazed Barton in an inverted facelock... sending a large pop from the fans "in the know".]

JS:  He's got the inverted facelock!  That's the setup for his inverted brainbuster known as The Arrest!

TM:  Can he get a man the size of Rum Barton up for that move though?

JS:  I think we're about to find out!

[Gritting his teeth, Bodeen grabs a hand full of tights... 

...and shockingly manages to hoist Rum Barton into the air.

However, his lift is erratic and out of control which allows Barton to land on his feet safely behind his opponent.]

JS:  Barton slips free!

[Snaring Bodeen's free arm, he threads it between the "Shotgun Sheriff's" legs.]

JS:  PUMPHANDLE!

TM:  This is it!

[With the arm entwined, Barton hoists Bodeen up onto his shoulder... pauses...

...then sits out, _pancaking_ Bodeen's skull into the canvas with a sitout tombstone!]

JS:  BURNING HALO DRIIIIIIIIIIIVAAAAAAAAHH!!!

[A tired Barton throws an arm across Bodeen's chest.]

JS:  ONE!!!



















TWO!!!



















THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

[DING DING DING]

JS:  Rum Barton wins it!

[The fans roar with a mixed reaction to Barton's victory, some having rallied behind Bodeen's hard-fought effort.]

JS:  The big English brawler is your winner and he'll move on to the semifinals to face Travis Cade in what will be a bizarre clash of styles.

TM:  It certainly will.  As much as this was brawler versus brawler... Travis Cade is anything _but_ a brawler, Steggs.

JS:  The Natural will have his work cut out for him in the second round later tonight... but we've got two more first round matches to go.

[A lot of applause is heard in the background as Rum Barton makes his exit and Billy Bodeen gets back to his feet.]

JS:  A nice ovation for the youngster from KAWF... and if a few things had gone differently, he'd be in Barton's spot in the semifinals.  He's got nothing to be ashamed of here tonight.  He did his promotion proud.

TM:  You can say that again.

JS:  Fans, we've got one semifinal set as Rumble Pro's Travis Cade moves on to face the Wild Card entry Rum Barton.  We're moments away from finding out who will join them in the semifinals.  Let's go back down to Ken!

KG:  The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and is a first round match in the J*STAR Crown Tournament.  The winner of this match will meet either Ktulu or Trent Davidson in the semifinals later tonight.

Introducing first... already in the ring at this time... he is representing Super Japan Pro Wrestling and is accompanied to the ring by Father Atashi... he stands six feet tall and weighed in at 189 pounds... from Tokyo, Japan..

"FIREFLY" 
HOOOOOOOOROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
ATAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!

[A pretty decent pop rings out .for the SJPW star who bows deeply with respect to the cheering fans.  Atashi has a well-toned body and long black hair that is slicked back in a ponytail.  His upper torso is bare.. as are his feet surprisingly.  His legs are covered with generic martial arts pants that read "Firefly" on one leg and "Horo Atashi" down the other.]

JS:  Horo Atashi in his first match in California... and he doesn't have very much experience elsewhere in the United States at all actually.

TM:  He's in for quite the night then, Steggs.  Wrestling in the States can be very, very different than wrestling in Japan.

JS:  Atashi carries an undefeated record in Super Japan Pro Wrestling thusfar.

TM:  Means nothing here.

JS:  Perhaps.  Atashi will probably also not be the favorite of the fans in this one.  Jaiden Andrews is likely to be the hometown hero in this one.

TM:  I hope so.

JS:  He's about to hit the ring so we'll find out what kind of reaction he'll get.

[Atashi gets a few more words of advice from his father as Ken Graham retakes the mic.]

KG:  And his opponent...making his way down the aisle... 

["Superstar" by Saliva plays over the P.A. System.] 

KG: ...hailing from Anaheim, California. He stands 6'0" and weighs in at 229 pounds... representing Pro Wrestling Revolution...

JAIIIIIDEEEEEN ANNNNNDREWWWWWS!!! 

[The lights around the entrance begin to flash on and off in multi-color fashion, with the curtains parting to either side. The crowd begins to cheer as Jaiden Andrews walks out from the back with his arms raised high, a confident look upon his face as he lets out a yell. Andrews then makes his way down the aisle at a slow jog, slapping hands with the fans in the front rows as he does so... a _major_ change from when he first started. 

Andrews walks to the ring, grabbing the top rope. Leaning back, Andrews propels himself over the top rope, doing a somersault into the ring. Getting to his feet, Andrews walks over to each of the four corners, raising his arms into the air once again as the fans cheer and take pictures. Andrews then walks over to his corner, taking off his jersey and handing it to a ringside attendant. He then waits for the opening bell.] 

JS:  This is a very big match for both of these young competitors... without a doubt the biggest match in both of their careers.

TM:  Jaiden's been working so long and so hard for a moment like this... it's great to finally see.

JS:  He's had great success as of late in PWR's Spirit of the Revolution Round Robin tournament but this is a very different environment.

TM:  STEGGSTER!  LOOK WHO'S BACK!

JS:  Huh?

TM:  DICK!

JS:  Hey, screw you, pally!  There's no need for name calling!

TM:  Look in the ring, jackass!

[The crowd roars as former EMWC official Dick Longfellow makes his first appearance of the show, signalling for the bell to start the match.]

JS:  Longfellow will be the man in the middle for this one and it's good to see Dick again.

TM:  Hehehehehe.

JS:  I didn't- you son of a- arrrgh!

[As the bell rings, Jaiden Andrews and Horo Atashi edge out to the center of the ring, extending their hands for a quick sportsmanslike handshake.  Big pop!]

JS:  And if there's one thing that the J*STAR fans appreciate, it's sportsmanship.

TM:  Not tomorrow.  When the Box goes up, they'll appreciate Caleb Temple bleeding like a stuck pig.

JS:  IF he shows up.

TM:  You've got a point there.

[After the handshake, the two competitors circle one another, looking for an opening.]

JS:  Here we go... both men looking for the early edge... and to the collar and elbow tieup we go!

[And with lightning quick speed, Atashi snap mares Andrews down to a sitting position on the canvas.]

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"

JS:  EEEPS!

TM:  A bone-rattling kick to the base of the spine!  You could hear that one all that way back in the SJPW offices, I'd bet.

JS:  A brutal kick by Horo Atashi... and Jaiden Andrews is very visibly favoring that back as he climbs back to his feet.  

[Andrews takes a few steps around Atashi, trying to walk off the pain as Atashi looks to counter any attempt at retaliation by Andrews.]

JS:  Jaiden Andrews doesn't look like he expected something like that ten seconds into the match.

TM:  Who would?  That's not exactly a feeling-out process kind of move, Steggs.

JS:  Back to the tieup they go.

[And this time, it's Andrews who scores with the snap mare, almost a mirror image of moments ago.]

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"

JS:  CHOP!  A big chop to the back of the neck.

TM:  Jaiden knew he couldn't kick as hard as Atashi could so he knew better than to try.  A different type of strike...but to the neck, so it might be just as effective.

[This time, it's Atashi slowly getting to his feet, hand wrapped around the back of his neck.  But before he can recover, he finds himself tangled in another collar and elbow, being shoved back into the ropes.]

JS:  Jaiden's on the attack... backing him to the ropes...


"WHAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WOOOOOOOOOO!"


JS:  Whew!  What a chop by Andrews!

TM:  He needs to avoid exchanging strikes with Atashi though.  This guy is an established martial artist, Steggs... and to try and outstrike him is insane.

JS:  Jaiden needs to make sure he doesn't let his pride hurt him.  

TM:  He's capable of wrestling a very smart match and he definitely needs to do that with this kid or he'll find his lights turned out in a hurry.

JS:  Atashi still backed against the buckles.


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOO!"


JS:  Good lord!  Jaiden may not have a chop as strong as Atashi's, but he's doing some damage with it, Todd.

TM:  Trying to get in the SJPW competitor's head, I'd imagine.

[Suddenly, Atashi manages to cradle Andrews' head, spinning him back into the corner so they switch places.]

JS:  Uh oh.

TM:  Payback's a bitch.



"WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!"



[The crowd _explodes_ at the barrage of chops, lighting up the pectorals of the Pro Wrestling Revolution star.  A dazed Andrews staggers out of the corner, his chest covered in red welts from the chops...

...and eats a roundhouse kick from the Firefly that puts him back down to the canvas!]

JS:  Good lord!

TM:  He nearly took Jaiden's head off with that one!

JS:  You weren't kidding when you said this guy is an accomplished martial artist.  He's doing a number on Jaiden with those chops and kicks... and Jaiden Andrews just rolled out to the floor.

TM:  Smart move.  He needs to regroup badly so he'd better bail out to the floor and think things over.

[Andrews leans against the railing for a bit, staring at his opponent who stands at the ready in the ring, his father shouting encouragement.]

JS:  Andrews seems a little caught off guard by this kid.

TM:  He's not.  Jaiden's a student of the game... he's done his homework on Atashi but I think he may be suffering from a case of nerves.  This is such a huge stage for him to be on... especially with the added pressure of representing PWR in this event.  

JS:  A lot of guys from PWR are in the locker room tonight, right?

TM:  Yeah.  I think almost all of them.

JS:  They'd be very disappointed to see Jaiden go out in the first round, no?

TM:  Well, let's just say he'd be in for a rough time in the locker room with the boys if that happens.

[Andrews quickly slides back under the bottom rope, getting up to all fours... then lunging at Atashi, pulling a leg out from under him.]

JS:  Single leg takedown!  Andrews... he's going for a spinning toehold!  

TM:  Good strategy.  If you can take Atashi's leg away from him, you take out a nice chunk of his offense.  And I'm sure Jaiden would like to avoid getting kicked in the damn skull again.

JS:  Spinning toehol- no!  Atashi kicks him off to the ropes.

[As Andrews rebounds off the ropes, Atashi sets for a sunset flip but the PWR star front flips over the attempt, landing on his feet just as Atashi kips up to a vertical base of his own.  The two men turn in unison, lashing out with a dropkick...

...and coming up empty!  A huge pop rings out as they roll back up to their feet.]

JS:  Standoff!

TM:  These two are very well matched, Steggs.  In fact, a lot of people were predicting this would be the most exciting first round matchup.

JS:  We've seen some great action here so far tonight already so they've got quite the bar to try and reach.

[The two skillful combatants reach out and shake hands again, keeping the sportsmanlike atmosphere alive.]

JS:  Still no hard feelings.

TM:  Yet.

JS:  Indeed.

[The two warriors lunge towards one another, but Andrews sneaks a forearm shot in, knocking the Firefly a few steps back.]

JS:  Jaiden's on the attack again!

[Rearing back and cradling the head of Atashi, Andrews throws forearm after forearm, each blow knocking the Firefly back a few steps until finally they reach the ropes.]

JS:  Atashi ran out of room... he's got nowhere else to back down...

[Stepping back, Andrews lets loose a "ROLLING ELBOW!" cry before spinning...

...and coming up empty as Atashi deftly avoids the blow and then lands one of his own.]

JS:  THRUST KICK!

[The crowd roars as the impact of the kick sends Andrews toppling over the ropes and down onto the apron.]

JS:  Close call for Jaiden Andrews.  He almost went all the way down to the floor.

TM:  And when you fall that far to the floor, you never know what'll happen.

[Hanging onto the ropes, Andrews attempts to pull himself back to his feet.]


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


[The crowd erupts as Atashi scores with a huge roundhouse kick to the skull that sends Andrews plummeting to the concrete floor below.]

JS:  Good god!  Good lord in heaven, what a shot!

TM:  Jaiden may be out cold after that.

[But unfortunately for Mr. Andrews, he landed on his knees on the floor with his head resting on the ring apron.]

JS:  Atashi to the ropes...

[Rebounding off, he goes down into a slide, driving his foot into the skull of Jaiden Andrews again, sending the Pro Wrestling Revolution competitor crashing into the steel barricade.]

JS:  Oh my!

TM:  Jaiden needs to avoid these kicks to the head.  It sounds obvious to say but right now he's getting closer and closer to getting his lights turned out.

JS:  Andrews is hanging onto the railing, trying to stay on his feet... and Horo Atashi's going out after him!  The Firefly is out on the ring apron!

[With a dazed Andrews unable to avoid him, Atashi leaps up to the middle rope...

...and bounces off with a breathtaking Asai moonsault, crashing down on his opponent!  A large portion of the crowd erupts for the beautiful move.]

JS:  Awesome moonsault by Atashi!

TM:  This kid's really showing me something here tonight.  I may need to use him in PWR someday.

JS:  Todd Michaelson, booker.

TM:  Scary thought, huh?

JS:  For the rest of the wrestling world?  You better believe it.

TM:  Too bad Eddie Jacobs is retired.

[With Andrews down and hurting, Atashi peels him off the concrete floor, rolling him under the ropes and back into the ring.]

JS:  Jaiden Andrews is rolled back in... and Horo Atashi is standing on the apron now... waiting.

TM:  He's waiting for Jaiden to get up.  This can't be good news for him.

JS:  Atashi's poised... he's ready...

[A dazed Jaiden Andrews manages to pull himself back to his feet, slowly turning as Atashi leaps into the air, springing off the top rope...

...and _driving_ both of his feet right into the face of his foe!  Huge pop!]

JS:  He drilled it!  COVER!!

ONE!!!













TWO!!!






T-

[HUGE POP!]

JS:  No!  Jaiden slips the shoulder up!

TM:  Horo Atashi is a picture of focus, Jonnie.  He doesn't lose concentration.  He doesn't get frustrated that he didn't get the pin.  He just gets back to his feet and moves on to his next move.

JS:  Jaiden's slow to get up... so Atashi's giving him a hand.

[Pulling the fiery Andrews up by the hair, Atashi cradles his head and drives a knee up into his head.]

JS:  Oof!

TM:  Back to the strikes that brought him to the dance.

JS:  Another knee... and another... oooh!  Big leaping knee sends Andrews falling back into the turnbuckles.

TM:  But Horo's moving in again.

[With his victim dazed, arms draped over the top rope to stay on his feet, the "Firefly" sees an easy target and lashes out with a hard kick to the ribcage.]

JS:  Oh my!

TM:  Cover up, kid!

[But Atashi doesn't give Jaiden Andrews the chance to do that, simply stepping back and firing again.]

JS:  Another stiff kick to the body!

[And then... Atashi lets it go.]


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


JS:  Andrews is getting pummeled!  His ribs are being brutally assaulted by Horo Atashi.

TM:  And you've gotta wonder, if Andrews even gets past Atashi, what kind of shape will he be in after taking this level of beating?

JS:   Horo steps back again... Jaiden staggers out...


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


JS:  ROUNDHOUSE TO THE SKULL!

TM:  That was _sick_, Stegglet!  Absolutely sick!

[Andrews goes sailing back to the corner, crumpling to the canvas from the impact.  He ends up seated in the corner, back against the buckles holding him up.]

JS:  I was about to say that he was out on his feet... but not anymore.

TM:  Now he may just be out period.

JS:  Indeed.

[Atashi backs to the far corner, pausing to measure his opponent before charging across the ring.]

JS:  HE CHARGES!

[And at the last moment, Atashi leaps into the air and _drives_ his feet into the face of Jaiden Andrews!  Huge mixed pop!]

JS:  Ohhhhh my!

TM:  He nearly caved in his damn skull, Jonnie!

[Atashi grabs the foot of Andrews, dragging him away from the ropes and makes a lateral press.]

JS:   ONE!!!












TWO!!!











THR-

[HUGE POP!]

JS:  This kid is tough, Todd.

TM:  He's a Revolutionary.  Damn right he's tough.  We don't make 'em any other way.

JS:  For Calisto Dufresne's sake tomorrow night, I hope you're right.

[Climbing back to his feet, the Firefly heads to the corner and slowly begins scaling the ropes, looking a little nervous as he does so.]

JS:  Atashi's taking his time... making sure he doesn't make any mistakes... making sure he-

[HUGE POP!]

JS:  JAIDEN'S UP!  How the-?!


"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


JS:  JAIDEN ANDREWS DOVE INTO THE ROPES!  He crotched Horo Atashi facing away from the ring!

[And the crowd grows louder as Andrews pulls Atashi back, tying him to the tree of woe.]

JS:  Oh yeah!  It's getting good now!

[Andrews slowly backs across the ring until he can't go any further... and then sprints at full speed across the ring, dropping down into a baseball slide...

...and _driving_ both feet into the skull of the helpless Horo Atashi!  Huge pop!]

JS:  Turnabout is fair play!  We saw Atashi do the same thing just moments ago... and now it's Jaiden Andrews' turn to deliver some punishment.

[Yanking Atashi from his perch, a tired Andrews dives across him.]

JS:  ONE!!!









TWO!!!







[Mixed pop!]

JS:  Atashi gets the shoulder up!  Jaiden Andrews is going to have to dig deep into his tanks to come up with enough energy to put this guy down after the pounding he's been taking so far tonight.

TM:  He's got the energy, Steggs... no worries there.

[But Andrews seems a little frantic as he pulls Atashi off the mat and snaps him over with a suplex.]

JS:  Nice snap suplex by Andrews... he seems to be rushing a bit... almost like he's dying for this match to be over, Todd.

TM:  I think he's taken more punishment in the first round than he was hoping for.  He wants to end this in a hurry so he can rest up.

JS:  But he needs to focus on Atashi... he can't be looking ahead.  Fast win or slow win... he needs to win to keep going.

[Rolling through the suplex still holding the hook, Andrews hoists Atashi up again...

...and brings him crashing down facefirst on the mat between Andrews' split legs.]

JS:  FRONT LAYOUT!!  And he covers again!

ONE!!!














TWO!!!












TH-


[Big mixed pop!]

TM:  Jaiden Andrews is showing how much he's matured in the few months he's been with Pro Wrestling Revolution.  On our debut show, there's no way Andrews would be going for a pin after every move.  But now?  Now he knows what he needs to do.  It's better to win first and be flashy second... something Andrews didn't realize a few months ago.

JS:  Jaiden's pulling him up again... scoop... oh!  Backbreaker!

[Shoving Atashi's limp body off his bent knee, Andrews heads straight for the corner.  He leaps to the second rope... then to the top in one motion before flipping backwards...

...and crashing down across Horo Atashi's motionless form!  Massive pop!]

JS:  What a moonsault!  Maybe the greatest moonsault I've ever seen!

[Clutching his ribs, Andrews throws himself across Atashi.]

JS:  ONE!!!
















TWO!!!














THR-

[HUGE SHOCKED POP!]

JS:  The fans obviously thought Andrews had him, Todd.

TM:  Somewhere deep down, I guess I thought he did too.

JS:  He was close... very close. 

[Showing some signs of frustration, Andrews straddles the chest of Atashi and begins driving forearm after forearm into his skull.]

JS:  He may have snapped, Todd!

TM:  I think he's just buying himself time to get a second wind.  He's taken a lot of punishment in this match and now he's trying to recover to take the fight to Atashi.

JS:  Mounted forearms really doing a number on Atashi... and this is how you strike Atashi, down on the canvas where he can't hit you back.

TM:  You got that right.

JS:  He finally get up... dragging Atashi up by the back of the pants... waistlock!


"THUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"


JS:  GERMAN!!

ONE!!!
















TWO!!!













THR-

[HUGE MIXED POP!]

JS:  And now it's Atashi showing incredible fighting spirit!

TM:  This kid's something else.  Something else.

JS:  Jaiden hangs on... rolling back to his feet.

[He switches his grip to a side waistlock, hoisting him up for a belly to back suplex...

...and then spins him in midlift, _planting_ him with a sitout powerbomb!]

JS:  BLUE THUNDER!  BLUE THUNDER POWERBOMB!

ONE!!!
















TWO!!!














THRE-


[DEAFENING MIXED POP!]

JS:  Son of a-

TM:  Jaiden can't believe it... he thought he had him there.

[Andrews rises to his knees, grabbing his hair with both hands... in total shock of what just happened.]

JS:  Jaiden Andrews just can't get him to stay down!

TM:  But he's going up top!  He's got bad intentions!

JS:  Andrews to the second... now to the top...

[He pauses for a moment, looking out over the roaring crowd... and hurls his body into the air, pumping his arms and legs...

...and _crashing_ down across the chest of Atashi!]

JS:  FROG SPLASH!  FROG SPLASH!

[Andrews holds his position, still covering Atashi.]

JS:  ONE!!!



















TWO!!!


















THRE-

[DEAFENING MIXED POP!]


JS:  My...god.

TM:  Horo Atashi is giving Jaiden Andrews all he can handle and then some, fans!

JS:  Andrews can't believe it... he's in shock!

[Showing even more frustration, Andrews climbs to his feet, ripping his kneepad off and throwing it into the crowd.  He slaps the knee... waiting... waiting...]

JS:  Atashi's on his stomach, trying to push himself up...

[And as he reaches his knee, Andrews races towards him, springing off Atashi's bent knee...

...and _driving_ his own knee into the Firefly's skull!  Deafening pop!]

JS:  SHINING WIZARD!  SHINING WIZARD!!

ONE!!!




















TWO!!!



















THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[DING DING DING]

JS:  Jaiden wins it!  And my colleague breathes a sigh of relief.

TM:  A little tough to be as unbiased as I'd hoped to be.

JS:  The rep from PWR will move on to the semifinals... but Horo Atashi and SJPW proved themselves here tonight.  Their reputation was a little tarnished from their glory days... but they showed what they're capable of right here tonight.

TM:  And I expect we'll see more of the same tomorrow night in that tag team gauntlet showdown.

JS:  Indeed.  

[Andrews pulls Atashi off the mat... and extends his hand to the young man.]

JS:  Another nice show of sportsmanship by the competitors in this tournament.  It's good to see.  These guys all want the J*STAR Crown but they want to win it the right way.

TM:  Well, some of them anyways.

JS:  Good point.  Well, fans, Andrews moves on... and he'll face the winner of our final first round encounter.  Will it be Trent Davidson he meets in the semifinals?  Or will it be this man... let's take a look...

[Backstage. People hurry back and forth, making sure everything is in working order. Yet amidst this sea of busy-bodies and excitement, the man who stands out the most is the one who sits alone. Seated on a utility trunk, leaning against the wall, his arms folded over his chest.
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The people begin to disperse, just as the camera gets a nice close-up of him. His jet black hair tied back in a ponytail, and the dark scars on his left eye. The most hated man in all of NEO-Pro, and quite possibly the world.]
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K: It seems that nowadays a man can walk an inch and suddenly believe he can run the full mile. He fits two pieces of the puzzle together and thinks he's solved the other 498.
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[Ktulu holds back a laugh but can't hold back that amused smile.]
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K: Who would have thought that so many of these men would turn up here tonight? All these people who somehow got it stuck in their crazy heads that they had a chance of winning a tournament that I'm a part of.
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Trent Davidson manages to put me through one table, and suddenly he thinks he's the cure for my epidemic.
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Travis Cade pisses me off to the point where I bash his god damn head in with a chair, and he's acting like he knocked me out in round one of a prize fight.
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Hell, Jaiden Andrews gets picked to represent the company that I merely gave an honest critique too, and now he's chomping at the bit like a bulldog with a steak dangled in front of his face.
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[Ktulu pushes himself off of the trunk, gently landing his feet on the ground as he stands up.]
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K: And of course we have the other court jesters. Rum Barton, who disappeared after round one in Crimson Glory. Horo Atashi, whose "big heart" is only gonna end up getting torn out through his throat. El Hijo Del Diablo, some little midget who wowed the crowd at The Sky's the Limit. Friggin' Midget Gymnastics, that's all that little tournament is.
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And of course, Billy Bodeen.
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[With a look that says, "well... whatta ya want?", Ktulu just shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head.]
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K: Who the hell are you, kid? More importantly, why should I even care about ya? You're just another no-name punk with a head full of dreams and no common sense.
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What you seven fail to realize is that once that bell rings, nothing matters except realizing that, well, nothing matters. You have a wife and two children? Good for you.
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You have a big heart? Bravo.
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You're determined to prove yourself? Wonderful.
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I insulted your little "home" and you're itching for some payback? Beautiful.
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[Ktulu mockingly runs his finger from his eye down his cheek.]
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K: That kind of sentimental crap would make me shed a tear if I gave a damn. But tonight, you boys better keep your emotions in check if you want to last more than a minute with me. Some of you came for revenge, and others came to prove their worth.
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I just came to have fun making people suffer. Winning the J*STAR Crown is just going to make it that much sweeter.
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Get ready, everyone. It's time for the show to start.
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[Fade back to the ring where Ken Graham is ready to get funky.]

KG:  The following contest is the final first round J*STAR Crown Tournament match scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit.  The winner of this match will face Jaiden Andrews in the semifinals later tonight.

Introducing first...

[The lights dim down as the intro to Rob Zombie's "The Great American Nightmare" fills the arena. As the volume cranks up, the lights begin to flicker violently as the first guitar chord blasts through the arena.]
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#æDig deep down from planet X, yeah #
# Thirteen ghosts in the devilÍs head #
# Step right up and feel the fire #
# Hardcore love of the never dead #

[Incredibly, the crowd doesn't completely boo the hell out of the man who steps out! The mix of "Ktulu Sucks!" and "Ktulu Rules!" signs split the crowd 50/50!]
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# Call me the American Nightmare #
# Call me the American Dream #
# Call me your soul corrupted #
# Call me everything you need #
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[Donned in his usual black martial arts pants with the flaming Oni mask on each leg, Ktulu emerges from the back. He wears a sleeveless black leather trenchcoat and fingerless black gloves that extend to his mid-forearm. His jet black hair is tyed back in a ponytail.]

# Yeah, motherfucker! #
# Yeah, who do you love! #
# Yeah, motherfucker! #
# Who do you love, yeah! #
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[Oh, and did we forget to mention that look of unparalleled feral bloodlust on his face? The eyes squinted like an animal spying the kill, teeth bared as his mouth curls into an insatiable smile? They're there in spades tonight, pal.]

# Black boots stomp and penetrate, yeah #
# Lust and death gone in your head #
# Rat pack mind degenerated #
# Thirteen ghosts sing the body red #
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[Ktulu begins to walk to the ring... but someone has other ideas.]

JS:  LOOK OUT!!

[The crowd erupts as Trent Davidson barrels through the entryway, clubbing Ktulu from behind with a huge forearm shot that takes the martial artist off his feet and down to the elevated platform.]

TM:  Trent Davidson didn't want to wait to get to the ring and-

[DING DING DING]

JS:  What the hell?  Why did he ring the bell to start the match?

[The camera quickly cuts to the ring to reveal longtime EMWC referee... and the elder statesman of the zebras... Moldy Meekly!]

TM:  Him?!  I thought he was dead!

JS:  Me too!  Err... I mean... well....

TM:  Well no wonder he started the match, Stegglet.  He probably still thinks he's in the E.

JS:  You may have a point there, Todd.

[Davidson drops down to his knees, wrapping his hands around Ktulu's throat, strangling the air out of his rival.]

JS:  That's a blatant choke!  In this tournament, something like that is illegal.

TM:  It may not be with Meekly running things.

[The big New Orleans native drives a few heavy right hands into the side of Ktulu's skull to rattle his cage before yanking him off the wooden platform to his feet.]

JS:  Davidson's got one of the hardest fists in the game, Todd... he can knock you out with one shot.

TM:  He certainly can... and if he catches Ktulu just right, we could see our first knockout of the night.

[Davidson rips Ktulu's trenchcoat off of him, bunching it up and hurling it at the Badlandian's face.  Ktulu staggers away from Davidson, trying to escape the assault.]

TM:  Oh no you don't!  Ktulu's trying to get away but Davidson grabbed him by the hair!

JS:  You've got some negative feelings towards Ktulu for some things he had to say about Pro Wrestling Revolution, don't you?

TM:  Yeah... which makes it weird for me to root for him here.  

JS:  You're rooting for him?

TM:  I'd love nothing more than to see Jaiden get a piece of him in the next round.

[Holding Ktulu by the hair, the angry brawler slaps him across the face, jawing at him as he does so.]

JS:  It's not bad enough you've gotta beat him up but you need to talk trash at him too?

TM:  Welcome to modern wrestling.

[Still holding Ktulu by the hair, Davidson points to the rabid crowd and gets a huge response.]

JS:  Uh oh.

TM:  This can't be good.

JS:  CLEAR!

[With just the slightest warning, Davidson rears back and _hurls_ Ktulu off the wooden platform... over the steel barricade... and into the rows of steel chairs quickly vacated by the rabid fans!]

"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!"



"HO-LY SHIT!"   "HO-LY SHIT!"   "HO-LY SHIT!"


JS:  You said it, Staples Center!

TM:  Davidson's looking out over the crowd... looking down at his victim... good lord, we may need to stop the match right here and now, Steggs.

JS:  Ktulu's motionless on the concrete floor.  He hit those steel chairs on his way down so there's no telling how much damage that  could have done to him.  Trent Davidson's got this crowd whipped into a frenzy... and he's yelling at Moldy Meekly to count Ktulu down.  What the hell is that about?  This isn't a death match!

TM:  It may be before it's done!

[The senior... and we do mean senior... official hobbles down the rampway, nursing his arthritic hip.  He looks down at Ktulu, gasping for air... Moldy, not Ktulu... and starts a ten count for some unknown reason.]

JS:  Is he counting him out?!  I don't get it!

TM:  Meekly's gone senile!

JS:  The referee is counting Ktulu out of this match...

[MASSIVE POP!]

JS:  ...or not.

TM:  Ktulu stood up!  That crazy motherfucker stood up!

[Shoving Meekly aside, Davidson hurls his own body off the elevated wooden rampway, crashing down on the waiting Ktulu with a clothesline that lays out both men on the concrete floor.  Crazed fans surround the duo, cheering them to do as much damage as humanly possible to each other.]

JS:  Both men are down...

[And with both men down, Moldy Meekly opts to do what any official would do... well, not any official... but you know... insane ones.  He merely shrugs his shoulders and walks back to the ring.]

JS:  Crazy son of a bitch.

TM:  STEGGSTER!

JS:  I'm sorry but... well, he is!

[With the fans cheering them on, Ktulu and Trent Davidson both manage to peel themselves off the concrete floor and stagger towards one another.]

JS:  Here we go!

[Davidson scores first with a heavy right hand that knocks Ktulu back into the steel barricade.  With his rival pinned against the steel, Davidson drives his knee repeatedly into the sternum of the martial artist.]

JS:  The Madman from the Bad- never mind.

TM:  Can't say it.

JS:  Tex would cut my tongue out and stuff it in my ear.

TM:  If you're lucky.

[Dragging Ktulu off the railing, Davidson goes to scoop him up...

...but Ktulu buries a knee in his ribs.]

JS:  Oof!  Ktulu blocked the slam on the floor.

TM:  Lucky for him.

[The martial artist fires back with something of his own speciality, connecting with a knife edge chop in the throat.]

JS:  Oh my!  Davidson goes staggering back, clutching at his own throat... trying to breathe through the pain.

[Ktulu smirks as he stalks forward and spins completely around, drilling a stunned Davidson with a backhand blow that sends Davidson sailing over a row of steel chairs and down to the concrete below.]

JS:  Uraken!  What a shot!

TM:  Ktulu's walking around those chairs... trying to get at Davidson.

[A dazed Davidson pushes himself off the floor, using the seats to get back to a standing position...

...and gets drilled with a martial arts kick to the right bicep!]

JS:  Oh!  Right to the arm!

TM:  Surgical like precision, Steggs.  Ktulu knows what he's doing with those kicks in there, man... that's for sure.

JS:  Another one!  Right to the arm!

[Davidson winces from the blow, falling back into a seat.  Seeing his rival prone, Ktulu steps up on a nearby chair...]


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


JS:  Right to the head!  Right to the damn head!

[The impact of the hard kick flips Davidson back over the seats, crashing down to the concrete yet again.]

JS:  You think Davidson's regretting the sneak attack now?

TM:  Not a damn chance.

[The South Dakota native pulls Davidson up by the hair, dragging him away from the seats and into the empty aisle.]

JS:  Ktulu's dragging him towards the ringside area now... these wild fans just trailing right behind them both.  They love being right next to this great action, Todd!

TM:  They certainly do and- oh!  Davidson fires an elbow into the gut!

[But the Louisianan is caught shaking his arm, perhaps suffering the effects of the kicks to the arm.]

JS:  Davidson is-

[HUGE POP!]

TM:  CHAIR!

JS:  Oh heaven help us!

[The big brawler rears waaaaaaay back.]



"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!"


[DEAFENING POP!]

JS:  HE CROWNED KTULU!  A big chairshot over the damn skull!

[Ktulu collapses to the concrete from the impact, Davidson standing over him with the dented chair held high.]

JS:  Trent Davidson may have ended this match right there... and apparently Moldy Meekly thinks a chairshot is legal in this one.

TM:  I think Moldy might have fallen asleep, Steggs.

[Davidson hurls the dented chair aside, yanking Ktulu off the floor and dragging him towards the metal barricade surrounding the ringside area...

...and _firing_ Ktulu over the railing!]

JS:  We're getting close to the ring for the first time in this match!

[As Ktulu starts to get up, Davidson reaches over the steel railing to grab him but finds his own wrist grabbed instead.]


"CLAAAAAAAAAANG!"


[The crowd gasps in unison as Ktulu violently slams Davidson's right arm down on the top of the steel railing, forcing the brawler to recoil in agony as Ktulu gets back to his feet.]

JS:  Good lord!

TM:  That could tear a bicep in a hurry.

JS:  Indeed.

[Reaching over the railing, Ktulu pulls Davidson over into the ringside area.]

JS:  Both men at ringside now and Ktulu's dragging him over near the steel ringpost.  He's going to- oh no.

[Threading Davidson's arm around the ringpost, Ktulu yanks hard on it, slamming Davidson's arm and shoulder into the steel!  A cry of pain escapes Davidson's lips as he collapses to the floor, clutching his arm.]

JS:  Ktulu dragging Davidson off the floor... and he rolls him into the ring for the first time in this match!

[But before he climbs in to join him, Ktulu digs under the ring apron and produces a weapon.]

TM:  Cinder block?!

JS:  Oh, this is getting out of hand!

[Ktulu rolls into the ring, clutching the heavy brick in his hands... rearing back with it...]

JS:  No!  Somebody stop this!

[...but gets a boot to the gut from Davidson to break his attempt.]

JS:  And now Davidson's got the cinder block!

[The crowd roars as Davidson rears back with it...

...and _shatters_ the brick across the lower back of Ktulu!  Massive pop!]

JS:  Ohhhh my!

TM:  This match is getting taken to the extreme by these two competitors.

JS:  Missed it, didn't you?

TM:  A little bit, yeah.

[With the remnants of the shattered brick on the canvas, Davidson yanks Ktulu into a front facelock with his left arm before leaping into the air and _spiking_ Ktulu skullfirst!]

JS:  Leaping DDT!  Right on the pieces of brick!

[Davidson quickly throws his left arm across the chest of Ktulu.]

JS:  ONE!!!






























TWO!!!






























T-

[Mixed pop!]

JS:  He couldn't keep him down.  A really sloppy cover but considering the state of that arm, it was probably the best he could do.

TM:  I think it definitely was... and you can tell Davidson is hurting pretty badly.

[Falling back into the ropes, Davidson chokes down the pain and waits for Ktulu to regain his feet.]

JS:  Here he comes!

[The massive brawler lumbers across the ring, scoring with a lunging mafia kick to the side of the face that knocks Ktulu back into the corner.]

JS:  Oof!  Ktulu ate some serious shoe leather there... and the injured Hammer is moving in on him.  Trent Davidson knows  that with that arm injury, he needs to finish this thing in a hurry.

[With Ktulu cornered, Davidson moves in for the kill.]

JS:  He's got him cornered and if you've ever seen a Trent Davidson match, you know exactly what he's got in mind!

TM:  Devil's Corner!

[Reaching the buckles, Davidson lunges forward with a headbutt that catches Ktulu in the temple.  He follows up with a big kneelift to the ribcage... then a second knee to the face that rockets Ktulu back to a standing position.]

TM:  Yeah!  Break him!

[But then Davidson gets caught up in the moment and lashes back with a right elbow to the face...

...and immediately stumbles away from the corner, clutching his bicep.]

JS:  Oh!  He made a mistake!  He made a-

TM:  Ktulu's gonna make him pay for it!

[Grabbing the injured wing, Ktulu quickly ties it up in the ropes...

...and then kicks Davidson as hard as humanly possible in the bicep sending another scream of pain through the air.]

JS:  Oh my!  Ktulu scores with anot- 

TM:  He's not done!

[With Davidson's arm trapped, Ktulu takes advantage of the situation by repeatedly kicking the arm... once...twice... thrice... four times... five times... six times...

...and finally Moldy Meekly intervenes, stepping in to free Davidson from his trap.  The injured New Orleans native drops back into the corner, still hanging on to his arm.]

JS:  Trent's hurting in big way... and Ktulu's just mocking him, taunting him.


"SLAAAAAAP!"


[The fans erupt in boos at Ktulu slapping Davidson across the face, inviting him out of the corner...

...and then _explode_ as Davidson tackles Ktulu down to the mat with his left arm, sliding into a mount.]

JS:  Ktulu may have pissed off the wrong guy!

TM:  Punches!

[The cheers grow louder as Davidson rains down left hand after left hand into the face of Ktulu, the latter desperately trying to cover up to protect himself from further abuse.]

JS:  Trent Davidson's fighting back!  He's too proud to go down that easily!  He's too tough to be beaten without giving one hell of a fight back in return!

TM:  Davidson back to his feet... pulling Ktulu off the mat... what the-?!

JS:  He's going for a suplex!  But how the hell can he-?!

[The crowd erupts as Davidson somehow manages to hoist Ktulu into the air with his left arm... hold him high in the air for a moment...

...and then bring him crashing down to the canvas with a suplex!  Huge pop!]

JS:  One armed suplex!  My god!

TM:  That's sheer will, Stegglet!  There's no other way to describe it!

JS:  Davidson's fired up!  He wants Ktulu's  god damned head on a pike!

[Davidson falls back to the corner, waving Ktulu back to his feet and as the martial artist gets there...

...the Hammer _lunges_ forward with a lariat that nearly rips Ktulu's damn head from his body!  Another huge pop!]

JS:  Holy god!

TM:  He nearly decapitated him, Steggs!  Trent Davidson is feeling it!  

JS:  The Hammer is falling time and time again on Ktulu here... but he needs to keep protecting that arm.  He needs to find a way to hurt Ktulu without hurting himself in the process!

[Ktulu slowly regains his feet again.]


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

JS:  RIGHT HAND!  RIGHT HAND!!

[The snapping right hand levels Ktulu, knocking him flat in the center of the ring... but the strain of using the right arm forces Davidson to fall back in the corner, gritting his teeth as he waves for the referee to put a ten count on him.]

JS:  Davidson wants the knockout!  He's telling Moldy to count him out!

TM:  Meekly moving in, checking on him... good lord, Ktulu's not moving a bit.

JS:  Here we go!

[Meekly gestures for Ktulu to get back to his feet... and then starts the count, the fans chanting along.]

"ONE!"





"TWO!"





"THREE!"





"FOUR!"





"FIVE!"






"SIX!"






"SEVEN!"






"EIGHT!"





"NINE!"





"TE-"


[But before the final count falls, Ktulu somehow manages to frantically sit up, eyes practically rolled back in his skull... but breaking the count nonetheless.]

JS:  He got up!

TM:  How the hell...

JS:  Ktulu's sitting up... and Trent's moving back in on him, cocking that fist back as he gets to his feet.

[Another wild right hand comes up empty as Ktulu ducks down.]


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


[A stunning kick catches Davidson in the bicep, causing him to freeze in his tracks.]



"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"



[A second kick to the arm causes Davidson to drop to his knees in pain, clutching his upper arm.]


JS:  Ktulu measures him!  He's set!



"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


JS:  HEAD KICK!  HEAD KICK!

[And after Davidson collapses in a heap on the mat, Ktulu drops limply across his chest.]

JS:  ONE!!!






























TWO!!!






























THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

[DING DING DING]

JS:  Ktulu wins!

TM:  I don't know if I should cheer or boo.

JS:  Well, Trent Davidson gave it one hell of an effort but in the end, he comes up just a bit short.  Ktulu will move on to the semifinals to face PWR's Jaiden Andrews... and our Final Four is set.  Ktulu vs Andrews... Rum Barton vs Travis Cade.  

TM:  And you can bet there's two very split camps out there right now.

JS:  How so?

TM:  People who love technical wrestling are drooling over an Andrews/Cade final.

JS:  And?

TM:  People who want blood want Ktulu/Barton.

JS:  Ahhhh.  Well, what happens if neither goes down?

TM:  Then we manage to piss off everyone.

JS:  Just like we used to do?

TM:  Amen, buddy... amen.

JS:  Fans, we're going to take a quick break while you see how you can pre-order the DVD release of the J*STAR Festival as well as get the same merchandise that the fans here in Staples Center are able to purchase this weekend!  Take a look and we'll be back in just a bit!

[The announcers continue to chat unheard as we fade into the commercial.]

****

[We fade back in from black to Jon Stegglet and Todd Michaelson sitting ringside, grinning!]

JS:  Welcome back, fans.  Hopefully you're not all on the phones ordering your J*STAR merchandise.

TM:  Speak for yourself.

JS:  But if you are, keep one eye glued to the television because we're about to present a very special treat for you.  Throughout this great weekend of wrestling action, we will be seeing "showcase matches" from various promotions throughout the world.  These promotions have been invited here to J*STAR to put on the very best show that they can to show you, the fans of this business, that they are the elite in this industry.

TM:  That's right, Steggs.  We went out of our way to pick some of the best promotions currently running so that you fans would get the pleasure of seeing some of the very best in the world in action.

JS:  The first of these showcase matches is set to begin featuring the talent of the Kick Ass Wrestling Federation based in the Southern United States.  And to present this match to you, we send you all the way up to the upper decks here of the Staples Center... to the broadcast booth where your favorite KAWF announcers are waiting!  Take it away, guys!

[We cut from ringside up to the media deck where a trio of announcers are seated.]

Russell Cunningham: Welcome, folks, to the J*STAR extravaganza!

Frankie Tha Pimp: Brought to you by Mike's Hard Lemona-

Prison: I dun' think it is . . . .  <<Opens up his 40 oz>>

Russell Cunningham: I'm Russell Cunningham, from the Kick Ass Wrestling Federation. At my side are Frank-

Frankie Tha Pimp: I can introduce myself! 

Jessica Delgado: Introducing at a combined weight of four hundred and thirty pounds...

Prison: Too late, Frank . . .

[The house lights dimmed some, spotlights in the form of stars creating a straight line of three across the stage. Typically interpreted, this symbol was that of the constellation Orion. A whirring sound bellowed under the voice of Jessica Delgado for a moment, and a solid bass played once before hiding out.]

Jessica Delgado: Hailing out of Akita, Japan..

[The bassline reappeared, forcing the female ring announcer to stop. This time it came on strong with a guitar and pounding drums. Vocals chimed in, heavy and meaningful, as Delgado earned their pay.]

Jessica Delgado: They are the Kick Ass Wrestling Federation tag team champions; Orion and Zodiak... THE TRUE ALL STARS!!

[FACE TAG POP!!]

# I - don't need your forgiveness!
# I - don't need your hate!
# I - don't need your acceptance!
# So what do I do?
# I - don't need your resistance!
# I - don't need your prayers!
# I - don't need your religion!
# I don't need a thing from you!

[The lights cut completely, leaving those spotlights on the stage. A single white line flowed in on itself, your typical mezmerizing cycle and often the one which is associated with hypnotism, large and open on the curtains above, created by another spotlight. The curtains parted, and from its depths scurried a small tan man, clad in black and white shining pants, a long black sash tied at his waist. One would assume he was of Asian origins, but they were fooled by the smooth black mask that covered his head, save for the eyes. Long points jutted from the mask there, and the openings were covered in black netting.]

# I don't do what I've been told..
# You're so lame why don't you JUST GO..
# Die, Motherf[blank]ker, Die Motherf[blank]ker, Die!
# Die, Motherf[blank]ker, Die Motherf[blank]ker, Die!
# Die, Motherf[blank]ker, Die Motherf[blank]ker, Die!
# Die, Motherf[blank]ker, Die Motherf[blank]ker, Die!

[The crowd popped at these lyrics, and those parents watching on the television gaped and covered the ears of their children, despite the "bad words" being blanked out in a timely manner. The curtain parted again as Zodiak remained at the top of that stage, crouched in a mysterious stance. A large, half caucasian-half Japanese, but mostly causcasian man stepped through the curtains. Obviously the muscle of the pair, he was clad in green tights with a trio of stars lining the knees, rear, boots, fingerless gloves, and the solid, smooth, black mask that covered his head. A large star marked the top, with one smaller on the forehead and one on the dead back at the same spot. Dope's "Die Motherfucker Die" continued to blare over the speakers as he stepped up behind his partner on the stage..]

# I - don't need your prison!
# I - don't need your pain!
# I - don't need your decision!
# So what should I do?
# I - don't need your approval!
# I - don't need your hope!
# I - don't need your lectures!
# I don't need a thing from you!

[Stepping up behind his crouched partner, Orion shot his toned arms out in a crucifix position and Zodiak dropped to a knee, raising a shaky hand with curled fingers up to the roof. The lights popped on as they did so, and the lightweight popped to his feet. The larger man patted him on the back, and they began the short march down the aisle.]

# I'll be sorry when I'm old..
# You're so full of s[blank]t man JUST GO..
# Die, Motherf[blank]ker, Die Motherf[blank]ker, Die!
# Die, Motherf[blank]ker, Die Motherf[blank]ker, Die!
# Die, Motherf[blank]ker, Die Motherf[blank]ker, Die!
# Die, Motherf[blank]ker, Die Motherf[blank]ker, Die!
# BOOM!

[Reaching ringside as the band took a few moments to play on without lyrics, Orion hopped up onto the outer apron after Zodiak rolled into the ring. Rolling to his knees facing the aisle, Zodiak waited as his partner flung himself over the top rope, landing easily on his feet in the ring. Climbing to his feet, the lightweight accompanied his partner to the near ropes, where each climbed to the middle and raised a balled fist in the air to a slight pop from their fans! The song began to fade..]

# I - don't need your forgiveness!
# I - don't need your hate!
# I - don't need your acceptance!
# So what should I do?

# I'll be sorry, so you've said..
# I'm not sorry, bang you're dead!
# Die, Motherf[blank]ker, Die Motherf[blank]ker, Die!
# Die, Motherf[blank]ker, Die Motherf[blank]ker, Die!
# Die, Motherf[blank]ker, Die Motherf[blank]ker, Die!
# Die, Motherf[blank]ker, Die Motherf[blank]ker, Die!
# DIE! #

Russell Cunningham: Orion and Zodiak, the KAWF tag team champions are squaring off against each other in out showcase for the event!

Prison: Orion's pretty big, most people don't notice that..

Frankie Tha Pimp: I just hope he puts the little bastard under soon, I wanna go hit on that redhead down on the floor.

[The True All Stars took to separate corners in the ring. Orion, so obviously dwarfing his half-brother and opponent, faced the crowd with both hands resting on either side of the top ropes as he stretched. Small Zodiak crouched in his corner, facing his brother, with one hand gripping the top rope above his masked head.]

*Ding! Ding! Ding!*

Frankie Tha Pimp: This one's starting!

Prison: Zodiak don't look happy.

Russell Cunningham: He sure doesn't.

[Orion stepped to the center of the ring as the bell tolled, and waved his partner in with one hand in a come-hither motion, while the other was out and poised for a hand shake. Zodiak remained in his corner, perched and staring with a tilted head. He looked rather peculiar, considering the black vinyl mask that covered his skull with white vinyl spits jutting from the eyes, and black mesh covering them.]

Prison: He don't look anything, actually.

Frankie Tha Pimp: You're right. You can at least see Orion's eyes. I don't trust a man whose eyes I can't see!

Russell Cunningham: And we won't question what trust you need!

[Orion stood tall, and held his usual apathetic stance, awaiting his brother's approach to shake hands before they inevitably made battle. Zodiak climbed to his feet and took a few steps forward, slowly..]

Russell Cunningham: We've all noted that of this pair, Zodiak seems to hold the heart while Orion holds the reason.

Frankie Tha Pimp: That's probably why the pipsqueak ain't shaking his brother's hand.

Prison: He's moving, though.

[HUGE MIXED CROWD RESPONSE!]

[Zodiak took two steps in the ring towards his brother, before he burst forward the rest of the way. Leaping into the air with a twist, the smaller man's legs wrapped about the torso of Orion, and he fell forward, face touching the mat. Shoving against the ring apron, Zodiak shot up in the arms of his brother and wrapped an arm about the head of the large man and freed his lower half. Both men dropped, smaller to his rear while large fell forward into a quick Ace Crusher!]

Prison: He's good.

Russell Cunningham: That's why he's one half of our tag team champions.

Frankie Tha Pimp: Then why is Orion . . .?

[Orion's masked head snapped off the shoulder of his partner, and he fell to the mat on his back with a thud. Zodiak sat there for a moment, and nodded before rolling over himself to cover his large brother!]

Frankie Tha Pimp: Little guy's trying to get a quick victory.

Russell Cunningham: Smart plan, I'd say.









ONE!









TWO!!

[Kickout!]

Crowd: TWWWWOOOOOO!!!

Prison: Didn't think so.

[Orion shoved his brother up into the air, tossing him halfway across the ring in his pin break. Rolling onto his stomach, the large man raised an arm to cradle the back of his neck as Zodiak climbed to his feet and rushed forth, leaping over the form of his brother and falling onto the small of his back with a quick Senton Back Splash!]

Russell Cunningham: Zodiak apparently going to keep on the assault, try to wear down your partner as quick as possible.

[Reaching down low, the small man grabbed at the hem of the mask covering just behind his brother's head and began tugging him slowly near a specific corner of the ring. Orion fought it all the while, flailing but unable to stop the small man. Once in position, Zodiak dropped a quick leg across the back of his brother's head!]

Frankie Tha Pimp: He's showing all that heart you were talking about.

Prison: << Sips his 40 oz >> They're actual wrestlers, when that bell rings you just go at it no matter who you fight. He's bringin' the brawl to the guy.

Russell Cunningham: Nice view there.

Prison: Thanks.

Frankie Tha Pimp: This moment of Prison's clarity was brought to you by Mike's Hard Lemonade!

[Inside of the ring, Zodiak rolled away from his brother and leapt up onto the middle turnbuckle, raising a closed fist to the crowd!]

[HUGE FACE POP!]

[Stepping up onto the top turnbuckle, the lightweight rubbed a hand across the jawline of his mask and waited until he wagered his brother would take to his feet. He judged the timing perfectly, and leapt back off that turnbuckle with so much height that he could have flipped twice through it. Instead, he came crashing down onto Orion with a moonsault..]

Russell Cunningham: Moonsault by the typically technical lightweight!

Frankie Tha Pimp: Nope, look again.

[Orion was dazed, but he wasn't done. He knew the strategies of his brother, and turned just in time to find the lightweight flipping down at him. Bracing himself, and spreading his feet, Orion raised his arms and guided his smaller half-brother's flip down onto his shoulders. The large man twisted just as Zodiak landed, and fell to the side, driving the smaller man into the mat on his shoulders and neck, planting him with a Death Valley Driver!]

KAWF !!!!!!!!!!!!!! KAWF !!!!!!!!!!!! KAWF !!!!!!!!!!!!!

KAWF !!!!!!!!!!!!!! KAWF !!!!!!!!!!!! KAWF !!!!!!!!!!!!!

KAWF !!!!!!!!!!!!!! KAWF !!!!!!!!!!!! KAWF !!!!!!!!!!!!!

Russell Cunningham: WHOA!

Prison: Nice catch by Orion.

Frankie Tha Pimp: Yeah, that was pretty good. Not chant worthy, though. Come on!

[Rolling onto his knees, Orion shook his masked head and ran a hand across the forehead with a sigh before he covered his smaller partner in a lateral press for the pin!]









ONE!









TWO!!









TH-

[KICKOUT!]

[HUGE FACE POP!]

Frankie The Pimp: You notice the crowd likes Zodiak more?

Prison: << Sips his 40 oz >> He's the heart of the True All Stars.

Russell Cunningham: Perhaps, but I don't think it will both Orion. He's always been kind of.. apathetic. What I did notice, though, was that coming into this Zodiak was the one who didn't want to wrestle and now it seems like Orion is hesitant - while Zodiak keeps on the attack.

[Somehow, the lightweight had managed to roll a shoulder under the weight of his large brother. Orion, again shaking his head, tugged the small man to his feet as he stood and scooped him up, holding him parallel to the ring apron. Walking to the near corner, Orion flipped Zodiak over and locked his feet around the top turnbuckle, leaving him dangling in a Tree of Woe!]

Frankie Tha Pimp: Things not looking good for Zodiak!

[With a huff, Orion stepped away from his partner, leaving him dangling in that corner as he stepped to the center of the ring. The referee approached him, asking what the hell he planned on doing. He shrugged, and allowed the man to step to Zodiak and toy with his feet, trying to free the masked man. Rushing forward, Orion dropped to the mat and slid out of the ring just by his partner's head. Landing on the floor outside, the large man twisted and reached inside locking fingers about the chin of his brother to lock him in a wicked Camel Clutch!]

[MASSIVE HEEL POP!]

Russell Cunningham: Whoa! The crowd just isn't liking Orion's approach!

Prison: Fo' sho'.

[The referee shouted over the top rope at Orion, warning him to release the hold to no avail! He started a five count!]

1!


2!!


3!!!


4!!!!

[Orion released the hold on his partner, and climbed up onto the outer apron. Shoving the hands of the referee off the feet of Zodiak, the large man climbed up to the middle turnbuckle and straddled over the top. He reached down, tugging his brother up into a seated position on that buckle. Draping an arm across the chest of his brother, Orion stepped inside on the middle turnbuckle before leaping off. He drove himself down on his back on the mat, while at the same time slamming Zodiak back down into that Tree of Woe, slamming HARD into the turnbuckles with a Urunage!]

[ANOTHER MASSIVE HEEL POP!]

Russell Cunningham: OH . . .  MY . . . GOD . . .

Prison: I like that one.

Frankie Tha Pimp: I guess we know who's winning this one.

[Taking to his feet, Orion blinked at the jeering crowd.]

Frankie Tha Pimp: I dunno if he knows what to think, though.

[The large man stalked to the corner bearing his brother and unlocked his feet from the top rope, letting him fall to the floor. Pulling Zodiak to his feet, Orion grabbed him by a wrist and sent him rushing towards the far ropes. Upon Zodiak's return, the small man found a boot buried into his gut, and he doubles over. The large man hooked his brother's arms, tucking him into a stand head scissor. Lifting him up with a flip, Orion drove his brother down onto his neck and shoulders on the mat with a brutal powerbomb!]

Russell Cunningham: I don't know if Orion's trying to prove a point or what.

Prison: He was a brawler in Japan.

Frankie Tha Pimp: Both of them were, weren't they?

Prison: << Sips from his 40 oz >> Yeah, they did death matches and shit.

[Orion held onto his brother's legs, plowing over them to touch his feet to the mat by his head for a cover.]









ONE!









TWO!!









THRE-

[Kickout!]

[HE'S STILL ALIVE FACE POP!]

Prison: Nah, man. No way.

Russell Cunningham: Yes way! Zodiak kicks out of his brother's brutal assault!

[Orion released Zodiak, allowing him to flip back onto his face from the pin. Shaking his head off, the large man stood. He walked away form his brother to lean in a corner, a hand on the forehead of his mask.]

Frankie Tha Pimp: Heh, he's all beat up about beating up his little brother.

Russell Cunningham: It sure looks that way. You have to remember that these two have been on an absolute TEAR in the wrestling world in the past few months.

[Zodiak began crawling slowly, weakly, to the far corner. Orion watched him out of the corner of his eyes, hand stand holding his head up.]

Prison: Looks kinda pathetic.

[The smaller man reached high, tugging himself with the rest of his strength to his feet. Orion sighed and stood tall, as his brother turned to lean his back into his corner. Rushing forth, the large man came running in at his smaller brother with a full head of steam..]

Russell Cunningham: This doesn't bode well for Zodiak.

Frankie The Pimp: He's dead meat.

Prison: << Sips form his 40 oz >> Nah.

[Somehow, as Orion came rushing in, Zodiak managed to lift a foot up in the air, catching his brother just in his masked jaw. Grabbing at his head as the large man spun, dazed, the smaller brother pulled him back into that corner and stepped backward up the turnbuckles to the middle. Wrapping his arms about the throat of his opponent, Zodiak stood, strangling him in a hangman's style choke!]

Prison: Told you.

Frankie The Pimp: Yeah, you did. Zodiak's still alive, and he's holding his brother in one of his favorite chokes. Orion's feet are only a few inches off the ground, though.

Russell Cunningham: It's enough to make him gag. The referee isn't liking it.

Ref: Hey, let him go!

[The warning came, Zodiak ignored it, attempting to choke the life out of his own brother. The five count began.]


1!


2!!


3!!!


4!!!!

[Zodiak shoved a leg out, kicking Orion's far out, and the small man fell forward, dropping to slam his brother on his back on the mat!]

Russell Cunningham: Nice move there by Zodiak, one of his favorites.

Frankie The Pimp: I expected it.

Prison: He's pinning.









ONE!









TWO!!









THR-

Crowd: TWWWWOOOOO!

[Kickout!]

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Frankie Tha Pimp: They just love Zodiak too much.

Prison: He's th-

Frankie Tha Pimp: Heart, yeah yeah. . .

[Orion rolled a shoulder, groaning. Zodiak slapped a hand down, connecting with his brother's chest in a loud slap. Climbing to his feet, the lightweight rushed to the far side of the ring and rolled out, kneeling down and tossing the ring apron up to get something from inside..]

Russell Cunningham: What's he up to?

[The crowd response was huge as from within the confines of that secret area Zodiak pulled a wooden table. The small man set it up and rolled into the ring just as his brother was climbing to his feet. Rushing at the large man, he shot a fist into his face and grabbed him by a wrist, whipping him hard to those far ropes.]

Frankie The Pimp: The table's over there!

[Racing behind his running brother, the small man leapt up into the air as they reached the ropes. Twin boots planted into the shoulders of his brother, sending him flipping to the outside over the top rope!]

Prison: This is gonna get tough.

[Climbing through the ropes to the outer apron, Zodiak watched his brother stumble on the floor outside before turning to the ropes and leaping up onto the middle. Springing off that rope, he came flipping back in a very fluid flip, and Orion turned just in time to find his smaller brother coming crashing down on him with an Asai Moonsault!]

Russell Cunningham: The tides have turned in favor o-

Frankie Tha Pimp: Don't speak so soon!

[Orion attempted to plant his feet to catch his brother's fall again, this time with Zodiak landing on his right shoulder with an arm wrapped about the head of his brother. With off of his might, the smaller man forced Orion back with a twist, crashing him through the table with an inverted DDT!]

[HUGE MOVE POP!]

HOLY SHIT !!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT !!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT !!!!!!!


HOLY SHIT !!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT !!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT !!!!!!!


HOLY SHIT !!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT !!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT !!!!!!!

Russell Cunningham: He put his brother through a table!

Frankie Tha Pimp: With a Reverse DDT!

Prison: << Sips from his 40 oz >> Told yaÍ.

[The small man rolled over, leaving his brother in the table debris. Climbing slowly, painfully, to his feet, the small man tugged his brother up and rolled him into the ring. Following, Zodiak laid on his brother for a cover.]









ONE!









TWO!!









THR-

[KICKOUT!!]

[I CANÍT BELIEVE HE KICKED OUT POP!]

Russell Cunningham: OrionÍs still alive!

Frankie Tha Pimp: Surprising after that DDT.

[Groaning, the small man began to crawl away from his brother, climbing to his feet slowly. Orion rolled over onto his stomach and began pushing up to his hands and knees. The crowd grew antsy as Orion climbed to his feet. He rushed to Zodiak, and shocked him in the face with a fist. Grabbing him by the wrist, the large man sent him rushing for the far ropes.]

Prison: Second wind or somethinÍ?

Russell Cunningham: Seems that way.

[As his small opponent came rushing in, Orion reached low to catch his brother and twisted him up into the air, but found his signature attempt thwarted. Zodiak flipped through the tilt-a-whirl and grabbed his brotherÍs wrist, flinging him to the far ropes instead.]

Frankie The Pimp: I dunno, I think OrionÍs clearly the better wrestler. ZodiakÍs all flash.

Russell Cunningham: ItÍs a little too late to debate who is the better wrestler.

Prison: Yeah. TheyÍre both alright.

[Orion ran across the ring at full speed, and reached the ropes only to rebound off of the cables and come rebounding back with as much speed. Zodiak mimicked his actions, reaching low to flip his much heavier brother up in a tilt-a-whirl. He stopped that flip short, and wrapped his arms through his brotherÍs legs, leaving his head dangling low by his groin. He didnÍt have enough time to prep, and fell to his knees, driving Orion straight down on his skull with the Zodiak Wheel!]

[HUGE MOVE POP!]

Prison: He screwed that one up. . .

Russell Cunningham: ThatÍs the Zodiak Wheel, a move both men use as a signature! I never expected to see Zodiak pull it of-

Frankie The Pimp: Looks like he broke his brotherÍs neck ñpulling it off!î

[Zodiak remained on his knees and Orion flopped onto his back, motionless. Shaking his masked head, the small man covered his massive brother and hooked a leg.]

Russell Cunningham: The cover!









ONE!









TWO!!









THREE!!

*Ding! Ding! Ding!*

[MASSIVE FACE POP!]

Delgado:  And your winner is. . . ZODIAK!!

Russell Cunningham: Wow! Zodiak takes the win over his much larger brother!

Frankie Tha Pimp: That ainÍt right. That just ainÍt right..

Prison: Orion still ainÍt movinÍ.

Russell Cunningham: This was the Kick Ass Wrestling Federation showcase, folks, hope you enjoyed it!

[And with that, we cut back down to ringside where Jon Stegglet and Todd Michaelson are seated.]

JS:  Thanks, guys.  Some fantastic action from KAWF and they certainly have a bright future in this business if they keep putting out action like that.

TM:  Between that match and Billy Bodeen's performance in the tournament, KAWF's had a very good showing for themselves right here tonight.

JS:  Speaking of which, it's time for the semifinals, Todd!

TM:  Travis Cade vs Rum Barton... Jaiden Andrews vs Ktulu... this is gonna be a hell of a night, Steggs.

JS:  Indeed.  Let's go up to Ken for the first of our semifinals!

[We cut to the ring where KAWF's Ms. Delgado happily hands the house mic back to Ken Graham... large and in charge.]

KG:  The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and is a semifinal match in the J*STAR Crown tournament!

[Huge pop!]

KG:  Introducing first... standing 6'8 and weighing in at 295 pounds... from Hackney, England... he is a Wild Card entry in this tournament who defeated Billy Bodeen in the first round...

RUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM 
BARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTONNNNNNNNNNN!!!

[The sounds of "Golden Brown" by the Stranglers hit the PA, and Rum Barton steps his way through the curtain. He stands at the top of the ramp dressed in dirty jeans, black boots, and a wife beater, along with heavily taped wrists, hands, and fingers. A cross hanging off a gold chain is wrapped around his neck, which he kisses before heading towards the ring.]

#Golden brown texture like sun#
#Lays me down with my mind she runs#
#Throughout the night#
#No need to fight#
#Never a frown with golden brown#

[Barton reaches the ring apron, where he stands with his hand on the top rope, staring into the crowd, raising his free arm into the air before stepping over the top rope into the ring. Barton climbs a nearby turnbuckle, posing with his arms in the air as flashbulbs go off around the arena. He then steps down and tests the ropes, bouncing off them as he waits for his opponent.]

JS:  The big English brawler battled his way into the second round of this tournament with a win over KAWF's Billy Bodeen... and he looks a little worse for wear, Todd.

TM:  I think you'll find everyone in this tournament suffered some injuries in the first round, Steggs.  You can see Barton favoring his back a little bit in there... walking a little gingerly.

JS:  Not to mention the big bandage on the back of his head from where Bodeen split his melon open.

TM:  MELON?!  STRICTLY BUSINESS IS HERE?!

[Stegglet sighs deeply.]

JS:  Let's go back to Ken.

[The Pink continues.]

KG:  And his opponent...

#I'm your toy...
#...your 20th Century Boy!
 
[The crowd gives some props as Drain STH's "20th Century Boy" kicks in.  The once-unknown Travis Cade has managed to make some fans over the past hour or so.  The music kicks in full and from the curtain bursts an energetic Travis Cade.  He hops in place, rolling his neck and swinging his arms before making his way down the aisle and into the ring.]
 
KG:  From Denver Colorado, representing Rumble Pro... weighing in at 226lbs...in the semifinals by way of his victory over SWLL's El Hijo Del Diablo...
 
"THE NATURAL" TRAVIS CADE!
 
[The well in shape Cade is dressed in a singlet of diagonally striped red and white.  His knee pads and boots are black, wrists taped in the same red over white.  He makes his way into the ring, wiping his feet on the apron before entering.  Going to his corner he removes the Rumble Pro t-shirt he was wearing, draping it on the bottom rope.]

JS:  And you talk about showing signs of wear from Round One, look at the bandaging around the ribcage of Travis Cade.

TM:  I don't agree with that at all, Steggs.  You may very well need all that protection... you may really be hurting bad.  But when you climb into the ring with someone like Rum Barton?  Wrapping yourself like that just paints a big bullseye on your ribcage.

JS:  You may be right.  Look at the grin on Barton's face.  

TM:  Cade just gave Barton an early Christmas gift, Steggs.

JS:  Referee Patrick Rodriguez from PWR will be the man in the middle for this one.

TM:  For Cade's sake, at least it's not Meekly.

JS:  Indeed.

[Rodriguez gives both competitors a few last instructions and calls for the bell to bring the match to action.]

JS:  There's the bell and this match is underway!

[Cade immediately walks from the corner to the center of the ring, looking to tie up with the Hackney native.]

JS:  Travis Cade wants the collar and elbow... but Barton's staying back in the corner, looking on with a little skepticism.

TM:  Barton knows he doesn't want to wrestle this guy.  Cade's very accomplished on the mat... extremely talented technician.  Rum Barton just can't compete with this guy in that fashion.

JS:  So what does Rum need to do in this one to be successful?

TM:  He needs to go with what brought him to the dance.  He needs to fight... he needs to brawl... if he gets the chance, he needs to take it to the floor.  He needs to put as much of a hurting on Travis Cade as possible without tangling up with him.

JS:  Cade's waving Barton out of the corner but the big man's just edging along the ropes... perhaps considering his options.

[Again, Cade gestures for Barton to tie up with him... but again, Barton waves him off... this time drawing a lot of boos from the J*STAR Festival crowd.]

JS:  The fans are starting to get on the brawler's case... wanting him to get the fight going.  Wanting him to-

[Suddenly, Barton charges from the ropes, arm extended for a clothesline...

...a blow that Cade deftly avoids with a go-behind into a waistlock.]

JS:  Waistlock!

[Showing surprising strength, Cade hoists Barton into the air, throwing him down to the canvas with a stunning waistlock takedown!  Big pop!]

JS:  Whoa my!  Incredible show of strength by Cade!

[With a stunned Barton facedown on the mat, the Natural quickly kneels down to straddle the back.  He hooks Barton's left arm in an armbar with one arm while using his right arm to pull the opposite direction with Barton's head and neck.]

JS:  Ahhh!

TM:  That'll stretch you for sure.

JS:  Travis Cade with a painful looking submission hold applied on Rum Barton... but I can't envision Barton ever tapping out.

[Barton, urgency in his eyes, drags himself the few feet across the ring and draps his hand over the bottom rope, forcing a break by the mat technician.]

JS:  Barton gets to the ropes... that'll bring a break.

TM:  And the goody two shoes Natural makes it a clean one.  He should have stomped Barton in the face as he broke the hold.  You know Rum would have done it to him.

[Cade backs away to the center of the ring, waiting as Barton gets back to his feet... and charges again!]

JS:  Here he comes!

[Pop!]

JS:  And again he gets taken down with a drop toehold by Travis Cade!

[Cade quickly takes advantage of the downed Barton, slapping on a side headlock.]

JS:  Snug side headlock applied by the Natural.

TM:  And Cade knows he won't beat Barton with something like this... right now he's doing two things.  One, he's trying to wear the big man down and out.  And two, he wants to get inside his head... make him realize he stands no chance on the mat with Cade.

JS:  It certainly appears that way.

[Muscles clinching, Cade grits his teeth as he turns up the pressure on his fallen foe.]

JS:  Cade's really got Barton in a bad situation here... but the Hackney brawler is getting his knees underneath himself, pushing all the way back up to his feet.

[As both men reach a vertical base, Barton slams his elbow back into the midsection of Cade.  A second blow loosens the Natural's grip and Barton races to the ropes.]

JS:  Rum Barton off the ropes and-

[Pop!]

JS:  Again!  Again, Rum Barton gets taken down via the drop toehold!

[And this time, Cade decides to show up Barton a little bit, spinning repeatedly across the back of the Hackney brawler... over and over and over.]

TM:  Oh come on!

JS:  Travis Cade doing a little bit of showboating here.

[And finally spins right into a front facelock, pulling up on the neck of the downed Barton.]

JS:  This could easily turn into a guillotine choke as well.  Travis Cade has extensive training in the Mixed Martial Arts world as well.

TM:  Referee Rodriguez is right there to check to see if it's a choke.  I'm not sure if he'd break it though.  That's become a bit of a gray area in professional wrestling.  You can't just blatantly choke with the hands... but some of the martial arts chokes are being considered legal these days.

JS:  Like the Kata Ha Jime.

TM:  Exactly.

JS:  Barton powering up to his feet... fighting off the front facelock and- oh!  Back to the buckles!

[The official immediately steps in, trying to get Barton to break cleanly... but Barton just drives Cade spinefirst to the corner again.]

JS:  Get him out of there, referee!

TM:  Patrick's trying to back him away but... okay, there's a break.

[But just as he steps back, the Hackney brawler uncorks a big right hand...

...and comes up empty.]

JS:  Cade avoided the right hand... waistlock!

[With his arms wrapped around Barton's torso, he slams Barton chestfirst into the corner, using the momentum to roll back the other way into a rolling reverse cradle.]

JS:  CRADLE OUT OF NOWHERE!!

ONE!!




















TWO!!
























TH-

[Big disappointed pop!]

JS:  Oh my!  It looked like he had a chance there, Todd.

TM:  What a shocker that would have been for the big time Rum Barton to fall to Travis Cade in that short of a match.  There'd be people pissing fire in St. Louis, Steggs.

JS:  Rum Barton back to his feet... clothesli- ducked again!

[And again Cade applies a waistlock, slamming Barton chestfirst to the buckles before executing the rolling reverse cradle...

...this time throwing his body backwards in a gorgeous neck bridge to maximize the leverage of the cradle.]

JS:  ONE!!!


























TWO!!!





























THRE-

[MASSIVE MIXED POP!]

JS:  Oh my god!

TM:  That was damn close, Jonnie.  Did you _see_ that bridge?

JS:  That was the nicest bridging reverse cradle I've seen since Adam Rogers... heh... also the Natural.  Irony.

TM:  Forget about the reverse cradle.  That's the nicest bridge period I've seen in a long, long time.

[Both men scamper back to their feet quickly...

...but Rum Barton dives out to the floor to rethink his strategy.  Big heel pop!]

JS:  Rum Barton is certainly a little surprised it appears by the talent of Travis Cade.

TM:  Rum's not exactly the kind of guy you expect to watch a lot of tape to prepare for his matches, Steggs.  He probably has no clue who Cade is.

JS:  You may be right.  He's out there, walking around the ring... stalking might be a better word.  He looks fired up.

TM:  Not the kind of guy who likes to be embarassed like that, Steggs.

JS:  I'd have to agree with you there.  He looks fit to be tied out on the floor.

[A fuming Barton glares at Cade who invites him back in to the ring to tie up.  Suddenly, Barton rolls back into the ring, stomping towards Cade who goes for a collar and elbow...

...and gets a closed fist to the nose for his efforts!]

JS:  Oh!  What the-?!

TM:  Rum Barton with a _sick_ right hand... and did you hear that cracking noise?  I think he might have broken Cade's damn nose, Steggo.

JS:  It certainly sounded like it.  That was a horrifying right hand out of nowhere and Travis Cade recoiled like he'd been shot!

[A stunned Cade falls back into the corner.  As he drops his hand from his face, we do indeed see a trickle of crimson on his upper lip.]

TM:  BLOOD!

JS:  Good lord.  Rum Barton busted him open with _one_ punch... and from the look of Cade, he may have broken his nose with that same punch.

TM:  Now _that's_ a brawler.

[Stalking towards his cornered prey, the shark in the water goes to work.]

JS:  Rum's got him cornered and-

[The crowd groans as Barton uncorks another right hand to the face, Cade covering up as he gets drilled again.  A few more punches to the head score but to less effect as Cade is protecting himself.]

JS:  Referee, get in there!

TM:  He's trying, Stegglet.  You get in there and try and calm Rum Barton down!

[A hard knee to the ribcage of Cade produces a howl of pain from the Rumble Pro rep.  A second one forces him to drop his arms to try and protect his ribs...

...which yields another right hand directly to the nose!]

JS:  Rum Barton is obliterating this kid in the buckles.  Punches and knees... oof!  There's a hard back elbow up under the jaw!

[Wrapping his hands around Cade's throat, Barton pushes his head against the buckles.  The Natural's hands shoot up to try and break the choke... which allows the Hackney brawler to drive in knee after knee into the injured ribs of the technician.]

JS:  This is just a mauling!  A brutal mugging by Rum Barton!

TM:  This is probably how he got lunch money as a kid.

JS:  Right now, this is how he's laying a world class beating on Travis Cade!

[Grabbing the wrist of the wounded Natural, Barton fires him across the ring to the opposite corner.]

JS:  Big whip sends Cade _crashing_ to the buckles... and something like that can't do his ribs and back any good either.  His entire torso has to be ravaged with pain.

TM:  And that bloody... possibly broken... nose isn't getting any better.  Blood is just streaming down his face now from that injury.

[His injured opponent dazed, Barton lumbers across the ring... and _drives_ his boot into the jaw of Cade, nearly launching him over the ropes before he manages to slump down in the corner.]

JS:  Barton nearly took him to the floor with that running kick... incredible impact.  

TM:  Cade somehow managed to stay in the ring though... but he's in trouble.  His ribs are hurting... he's bleeding from the nose... and Rum Barton continues to beat on him relentlessly.

[Reaching down, Barton pulls Cade off the mat...

...and _drives_ his skull into the bridge of Cade's nose, sending a yelp of pain into the air as the Natural falls back to the corner again.]

JS:  Brutal.  Just brutal.

TM:  Those strikes are targetted too, Steggs.  He's just not throwing headbutts around... a very precise headbutt directly to the bridge of the nose to maximize the pain.

JS:  Cade's trying to wipe the blood away, trying to- ahhh!

[The crowd roars in disgust as Rum Barton leans forward and bites the bloody nose of Travis Cade.]

JS:  What the hell?!

TM:  He's biting him!  He's biting him!

[The official is quick to step in, calling for a break... and then physically dragging Barton off of Cade, red stains on the corners of his mouth.]

JS:  That's one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen in a wrestling ring.

TM:  What about the Robfathah in a Tuxedo Match?

JS:  That never happened.

TM:  You can thank the boss later.

[Barton races to the far ropes, rebounding out as Cade staggers from the buckles.]

JS:  LARIAAAAAAA-

TM:  Ducked!

[And as Cade recovers, he lunges forward, ripping Barton's legs out from under him with a double leg trip that takes Barton down to all fours.]

JS:  Cade in the rear mount and-

[The crowd groans as Cade drives a forearm down across the cheek of Barton.]

JS:  CROSSFACE!

[He follows suit with the left arm, blasting Barton across the eyesocket.]

JS:  Travis Cade is pummeling the brawler!

[A brutal series of forearms follow, each striking hard across the cheek... the eyesocket... and finally, the nose.]

JS:  Oh!

[The deafening crack is heard throughout the arena, Barton's nose _exploding_ in a cloud of crimson on impact with the forearm.]

JS:  Dear god!  What a shot!

TM:  It sounded like a gun going off.  Barton's nose just got broken... it _must_ have, Steggs.

JS:  I would think so... and as Travis Cade looks down on him, you've gotta think he intended to do that.

TM:  Payback's a bitch.

[As Cade peels off of Barton, the Hackney brawler rolls out to the floor to check his condition.  A quick wipe across his face tells him all he needs to know.]

JS:  Uh oh.

TM:  Barton's pissed!

[The Wild Card looks up, rage in his eyes...

...and finds Travis Cade sailing through the air towards him, blasting his opponent with a tope elbow that sends Barton into the steel railing!  Huge pop!]

JS:  OHHHHH MY!

TM:  Incredible diving elbow strike by the Natural!

JS:  Both men out to the floor now... and Travis Cade may be getting ahead of himself.  He may be in control of this match at the moment but going out to the floor with Rum Barton could be a mistake.

TM:  If Barton can regroup, he'll take control of his match on the floor.  Guaranteed.

JS:  Cade slowly climbing back to his feet.  Barton leaning against the railing, arms draped over it.  He's barely on his feet.

[As the Natural regains his footing, he moves in on Barton...

...and cracks him upside the jaw with a hard European uppercut!]

JS:  Eeeps!

TM:  The favored strike of Travis Cade... and he really let Barton have it right there.  We saw El Hijo Del Diablo nearly get his head taken off with a couple of those and-

JS:  Another one!  It's almost a whiplashlike effect when he hits one.  Barton's head snaps way back...waaaay back.

[Dragging Barton off the barricade, Cade fires him back into the ring.  He rolls back in behind him, grabbing the feet...

...and flipping over into a double leg cradle!]

JS:  CRADLE!

ONE!!

















TWO!!

















TH-

[Big mixed pop!]

JS:  Another close call for Rum Barton.

TM:  Travis Cade is really impressing me with those cradles.  This kid gets a near fall almost every time he uses a cradle because of the leverage he gets.  He really cinches it in deep when he hooks those legs.

[Cade gets to his feet first so as Barton rises...]


"WHAAAAAAAAAAP!"


JS:  OOF!

TM:  Euro uppercut on target!  Right under the chin!

JS:  I don't think Barton ever saw it coming and the impact of that knocks him back into the buckles.

[Moving in on the dazed brawler, Cade quickly hooks him... and snaps him over with a suplex.]

JS:  Lightning quick snap suplex!

TM:  Cade's not backing down one bit... he is not intimidated by the toughness of Rum Barton.

JS:  Lateral press!

ONE!!
















TWO!!

[Mixed pop!]

JS:  Nope.  Travis Cade had the leg hooked tightly but it wasn't enough to keep him down.

TM:  But Cade gets right back to his feet, pulling Barton up off the mat.

JS:  Side waistlock... lifts!

[And plants Barton down to the mat with a belly to back suplex.]

JS:  Bridge!

ONE!!!
















TWO!!!

















TH-

[Disappointed pop!]

JS:  So close... so close.  Travis Cade is wearing him down, Todd.

TM:  And if you notice, you've seen the last couple moves from Cade targetting the back of Rum Barton... the back he has a history of injuries with... the back he hurt earlier tonight against Billy Bodeen.

JS:  He's dragging Barton to his feet again... maybe another sup- oh!  Rum goes to the gut with a right hand!

[Quickly grabbing a handful of hair, Barton slams Cade facefirst into the top turnbuckle!]

JS:  Oh!  That possibly broken nose driven into the buckles!  

TM:  Rum may be a wild brawler... but he's got some smarts too, Steggs.  He knows the right way to hurt someone with minimal effort.

JS:  Cade spins away from the corner.

[Barton pulls the injured Cade into a side headlock and charges out of the corner, leaping into the air...

...and _driving_ Cade facefirst into the mat!]

JS:  BULLDOG!  BULLDOG!

TM:  A very basic move but very effective when you're wrestling someone whose nose you may have broken.  Travis Cade's got fresh blood on his lip... that injury hasn't clotted yet.

JS:  Barton flips him over... oh no!

[And drives right hand after right hand into the face of the injured Natural.]

JS:  Mounted punches!  He's going right after that injured nose and- AHHHH!

TM:  He's biting him again!  Biting the damn nose!

[Referee Rodriguez immediately pulls Barton off of Cade, reprimanding him.]

JS:  Rodriguez may have to DQ him, Todd.

TM:  For that?  I don't think so.  To get DQd in a match of this importance, you'd have to do something to drastically change the match.

JS:  The big brawler dragging Cade up off the mat... uh oh.

TM:  He's setting for a powerbomb!  He's calling for- lifts!

[The crowd roars as Barton hoists Cade up... all the way up... but before he can bring Cade crashing back down, the Natural flips over the top, taking Barton down with a sunset flip!]

JS:  ONE!!!


















TWO!!!























THR-

[MASSIVE DISAPPOINTED POP!]

JS:  Wow!  Listen to this crowd!

TM:  They've worked themselves solidly behind Travis Cade, Steggs.  They're living and dying with every chance he gets to move on to the Finals to face either Ktulu or Jaiden Andrews.

[Barton rolled out of the sunset flip back to his feet... and promptly kicks Cade as hard as possible in the face!]

JS:  OHHHHHHH!

TM:  My god.

JS:  That was... wow.  That was just brutal.

[The Hackney brawler drops down into a cover.]

JS:  ONE!!
















TWO!!




















THR-

[Pop!]

JS:  Cade gets the shoulder up!  The Natural slips the shoulder off the canvas.

[Still fired up, Barton yanks Cade up by the hair and throws him into the turnbuckles.]

JS:  Barton backs up... here he comes!

[Charging across the ring, Barton leaps into the air...]

JS:  SPLASH!!!

[Cade gets avalanched in the corner courtesy of a Rum Barton corner splash.  The Natural staggers away from the buckles... and into a boot to the gut by Barton.]

JS:  Rum's going for the kill!

TM:  A series of brutal shots to the ribs... Barton really going after them.

[The crowd roars as Barton yanks him into a standing headscissors.]

JS:  HE LIFTS!!!

[But instead of driving Cade down to the canvas, Barton lunges forward and _hurls_ him spinefirst into the turnbuckles!  Huge shocked pop!]

JS:  Oh... my god.

TM:  A powerbomb to the turnbuckles!  You could break a spine that way!  Rum Barton's a malicious son of a bitch, Jonnie.

JS:  Cade's down... he's hurting bad.

TM:  If Barton covers, I think this match might be over.

[But before the Englishman can cover, Cade manages to roll out to the floor, dropping down to the concrete with a thud.]

JS:  My god.  Like a piece of raw meat being shoved off the kitchen counter... that's exactly what he sounded like, Todd.

TM:  It may be exactly what he feels like too.

[A wide sadistic grin on his face, Barton steps out onto the ring apron... backing all the way down to the ringpost as he sizes up his fallen foe.]

JS:  Cade's down still... motionless on the cold concrete floor.  What the hell is Rum Barton going to do, Todd?!

TM:  I don't think we want to know.

[Without warning, Barton lumbers down the apron and hurls himself off, crashing down with an elbowdrop across the midsection of Cade!  Huge heel pop!]

JS:  Good lord!

TM:  That's a damn dangerous move, Steggs... for both men.  While it worked out that time for Barton, he just as easily could have broken a hip or a tailbone on something like that.

JS:  Look at that grin.  Look at that sick, sick grin.  My god, he's laughing, Todd!  He's laughing at what he just did!

TM:  No one ever accused Rum Barton of playing with a full deck, Jonnie.

[Using the apron to pull himself back to his feet, he turns his attention towards the injured Travis Cade, stalking towards him.]

JS:  Barton's moving in for the ki- what the?!

[The crowd roars to life as Barton suddenly reaches over the barricade, grabbing a steel chair that a security guard was sitting on.]

TM:  CHAIR!

JS:  If he uses this, it's _got_ to be a DQ, Todd!

TM:  I'd agree with you there.

JS:  He's got a steel chair and he's moving in on Cade!  He's moving in to- 

[Barton rears back, metal seat in hand...

...but a desperate Patrick Rodriguez throws himself in front of Barton, causing the Hackney brawler to hold fire.]

TM:  What a gutsy move by the referee!  He risked getting clubbed over the damn skull in an attempt to keep this match from being ended like that!

JS:  A daring move by Rodriguez... and he's actually forcing Barton to toss the chair aside.  If Rum Barton wants to cripple Travis Cade here tonight, he's going to have to do it with his own bare hands.

[Leaning down, Barton pulls Cade off the floor, shoving him under the bottom rope into the ring.]

JS:  Cade's back in and... what the hell?

TM:  Barton's going up top!  This big three hundred pound beast is climbing to the top rope!

JS:  I don't think Barton uses this too often... this is going a little out of the usual playbook for him, fans.

[Slowly climbing, Barton barks insults at Cade as he tries to reach the peak.]

JS:  Taking his time, isn't he?

TM:  He's a big guy, Steggs... he's gotta be careful up there.

JS:  Rum Barton steps up... and this behemoth is on the top rope!  The son of a-

[Before he can even stabilize himself, he throws himself off the top turnbuckle and plummets almost straight down before crashing into the chest of Travis Cade!  Huge shocked pop!]

JS:  BIG SPLASH!!  Three hundred pounds _down_ into the chest of- 

ONE!!!

























TWO!!!




















THRE-

[The crowd breathes a collective sigh of relief as Travis Cade manages to loop a foot over the bottom rope, breaking the count.]

JS:  He got a foot on the ropes!  Rum Barton almost had this one finished but somehow, someway Travis Cade found a way out.

TM:  This kid is tough, Steggs.

JS:  Rum Barton can't believe it... and the Natural may be in trouble.  A pissed-off Rum Barton is not someone I'd want to deal with.

[Pulling Cade off the mat, Barton tugs him into a front facelock.]

JS:  Uh oh... did he just say-

TM:  Yes, yes he did.

[With a mighty lift, Barton hoists Cade off the canvas, holding high in the air...

...waiting


...waiting


...waiting


...waiting


...and finally _dropping_ straight down, implanting Travis Cade's skull on the canvas!]


"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


JS:  BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINBUSSSSTAAAAHHHH!!!

TM:  Holy shit!

JS:  ONE!!!

















TWO!!!


















THRE-

[MASSIVE POP!]

JS:  SHOULDER UP!  SHOULDER UP!  Travis Cade somehow got the shoulder up!

TM:  Rum doesn't believe it!

[Barton springs to his feet, physically shoving the referee back to the corner.  He follows him in, screaming at Patrick Rodriguez.]

TM:  Come on!  Leave him alone!

JS:  Rum Barton certainly thinks it was a three count.  He's really laying into the referee.

TM:  But he's also giving Travis Cade time to recover, Steggo.  Come on, kid... come on.

[The Hackney native storms away from Rodriguez, leaving him huddled in the corner.  He leaps into the air...

...and brings both feet crashing down into the midsection of Cade!]

JS:  Double stomp!  Right down on the injured ribs!

TM:  Cade's in agony, Stegglet... just in horrific pain.   He's been to hell and back here tonight... and if he somehow manages to survive this, he's still got another match to go.

JS:  Barton's trying to make sure his night ends right here though... and the big brawler is pointing up top again!  This guy is nuts!

[Again, Barton slowly scales the corner... working his way towards the top rope strand.]

JS:  Slowly climbing... to the second rope... now trying to get to the top.  Rum Barton wants to fly again... he wants to drop it all down on Travis Cade again!

TM:  If he hits another splash... this time in the center of the ring... this one is over, Steggs.

JS:  He steps up top... looking down... HE LEAPS!

[Hurling his body off the ropes, Barton pumps his arms and legs in unison.]

JS:  FROG SPLASH!!!



"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"



[DEAFENING POP!]

JS:  HE MISSED!  HE MISSED!

TM:  Travis Cade sees the light at the end of the tunnel!  He's got one more chance to go to the Finals!

JS:  Cade crawling to the ropes... trying to pull himself up in the corner.

[But as he gets to his feet, so does Rum Barton.]

JS:  BARTON CHARGES!

[The lumbering Englishman races across the ring, hurling his body in the air.]

JS:  CORNER SPLASH!!!

[MASSIVE POP!]

JS:  HE MISSED!  HE MISSED AGAIN!

[Moving behind Barton, Cade grabs him from behind, leaping into the air and tucking his knees...

...and pulling down, _driving_ the back of Barton into Cade's own knees as he hits the canvas!]

JS:  LUNGBLOWER!  HE HIT THE-

ONE!!!!

















TWO!!!!


























THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

[DING DING DING]

JS:  Cade wins it!  Travis Cade pins the wild card, Rum Barton!

TM:  And that means the Natural is moving on to the Finals.  Rumble Pro Wrestling will be represented in the finals of the J*STAR Crown tournament, Steggs.

JS:  One man in... one more to go.

[Cade rolls from the ring, clutching his ribs as he hobbles down the aisle, painfully raising a hand in triumph.]

JS:  Cade looks to be hurting pretty badly, Todd.  He may not be able to make it to the Finals.

TM:  Oh, he'll be there, Steggs.  He's too tough not to be there.

JS:  We shall see.  A good effort by Rum Barton but he comes up just a bit short.  And in just a moment, one more competitor will join him in the Losers Lounge.

TM:  Open bar back there?

JS:  With Barton on his way there, they'd better close it.  Fans, we're down to the last semifinal match.  Either Ktulu or Jaiden Andrews is moving on to the Finals where Travis Cade will be waiting.  Who's it going to be?

TM:  You know my pick.

JS:  Indeed.  Fans, let's go up to Ken!

[We cut back to the ring where Ken Graham is ready for bidness.]

KG:  The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and is a semifinal match in the J*STAR Crown tournament.  The winner of this match will move on to face Travis Cade in the finals later tonight to determine the first J*STAR Crown Champion.

[Pop!]

KG:  Introducing first...making his way down the aisle... 

["Superstar" by Saliva plays over the P.A. System.] 

KG: ...hailing from Anaheim, California. He stands 6'0" and weighs in at 229 pounds... representing Pro Wrestling Revolution... he defeated Horo Atashi earlier tonight to earn a spot in this match...

JAIIIIIDEEEEEN ANNNNNDREWWWWWS!!! 

[The lights around the entrance begin to flash on and off in multi-color fashion, with the curtains parting to either side. The crowd begins to cheer as Jaiden Andrews walks out from the back with his arms raised high, a confident look upon his face as he lets out a yell. Andrews then makes his way down the aisle at a slow jog, slapping hands with the fans in the front rows as he does so... a _major_ change from when he first started. 

Andrews walks to the ring, grabbing the top rope.  He looks as if he's about to mimic the somersault over the ropes he did earlier in the night... but thinks twice, simply stepping through the ropes into the ring.  Andrews walks over to each of the four corners, raising his arms into the air once again as the fans cheer and take pictures. Andrews then walks over to his corner, taking off his jersey and handing it to a ringside attendant. He then waits for his opponent.]

JS:  Jaiden Andrews was a lot of people's sleeper pick to win this whole tournament but in order to get a chance to do that, he's gotta go through the machine known as Ktulu.

TM:  And that guy is one tough son of a bitch.  I may not like him... hell, I may hate him... but I won't deny he's a tough competitor and will be hard for anyone to put down.

[Andrews tugs on the ropes, loosening up as the music changes.]
KG:  And his opponent... from the Badlands of South Dakota... standing 6'4 and weighing in at 259 pounds... representing NEO Pro and participating in this match because of his victory over Trent Davidson tonight...

KTULUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!

[The lights dim down as the intro to Rob Zombie's "The Great American Nightmare" fills the arena. As the volume cranks up, the lights begin to flicker violently as the first guitar chord blasts through the arena.] 

# Dig deep down from planet X, yeah # 
# Thirteen ghosts in the devilÍs head # 
# Step right up and feel the fire # 
# Hardcore love of the never dead # 

[Ktulu gets a lot more boos this time around than he did earlier.  Partly because of his actions in his match with Davidson... mostly because Jaiden Andrews is a hometown boy!] 

# Call me the American Nightmare # 
# Call me the American Dream # 
# Call me your soul corrupted # 
# Call me everything you need # 

[Donned in his usual black martial arts pants with the flaming Oni mask on each leg, Ktulu emerges from the back. He wears a sleeveless black leather trenchcoat and fingerless black gloves that extend to his mid-forearm. His jet black hair is tyed back in a ponytail.] 

# Yeah, motherfucker! # 
# Yeah, who do you love! # 
# Yeah, motherfucker! # 
# Who do you love, yeah! # 

[Oh, and did we forget to mention that look of unparalleled feral bloodlust on his face? The eyes squinted like an animal spying the kill, teeth bared as his mouth curls into an insatiable smile? They're there in spades tonight, pal.] 

# Black boots stomp and penetrate, yeah # 
# Lust and death gone in your head # 
# Rat pack mind degenerated # 
# Thirteen ghosts sing the body red # 

[Ktulu paces to the ring, not too slow but not rushing, just... savoring the atmosphere. As he steps off the ramp, walking around the ring, he slips the trenchcoat off and tosses it to the floor. Ktulu cracks his knuckles and rolls his neck, all the while smiling at the thought of the carnage that's about to ensue.

Admit it. You are too.] 

JS:  Ktulu looks ready for war, Todd.

TM:  He better be... cause Jaiden's gonna take it to him if I know this young man at all.  He's been dying to get his hands on Ktulu ever since the NEO Pro competitor showed up at one of our sho- OHHHHHHHH!

[The crowd _erupts_ into a standing ovation as Andrews sprints across the ring, hurling himself over the top rope, corkscrewing through the air down onto Ktulu!]

JS:  OHHHHH MY!

TM:  Right out of the gate!  The bell hasn't even rung yet and Jaiden Andrews just showed the world what kind of fight this is going to be!

[A fired-up Andrews pops up to his feet, letting loose a primal war cry as he pulls Ktulu up by the ponytail.]

JS:  Andrews drags him up by the hair... referee Dick Longfellow looks a little surprised.  He doesn't know if he should ring the bell to start the match or not.  He doesn't-

"CLAAAAAAAAAANG!"

JS:  TO THE RAILING!

TM:  TO THE WALLS!  TO THE SWEAT DROPS DOWN MY-

JS:  TODD!

[Ktulu, stunned by Andrews' ferocity, leans against the metal barricade, arms draped over the railing to stay on his feet...

...and leaving him perfectly set up as Andrews charges towards him, lashing out with his foot.]

JS:  YAAAAAAAKUUUUUUUZAAAAAA!!

[The bone-rattling Yakuza kick connects right under the chin of Ktulu, flipping him over the railing and down to the concrete floor in the midst of the screaming crowd!]

JS:  Ktulu's in the crowd!  He went flying over the rail and into the crowd and- what the?

TM:  He's going back in the ring.  Jaiden Andrews isn't going into the crowd after him.  While that's a little surprising, it's definitely a smart move.

JS:  Uh oh.

[The crowd roars louder and louder as Jaiden Andrews starts climbing the ropes from inside the ring, stepping to the top where he looks out over the massive screaming crowd.  He cracks a grin...

...and hurls himself off the top rope, flipping through the sky, sailing over the railing!]

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

JS:  SOMERSAULT PLANNNNNNNNNCHAAAAAAAAA!!!

TM:  He wiped him out!  Ktulu's down!

[And the fans... the fans who know _true_ hardcore wrestling... pay the best tribute to Jaiden Andrews that they can.]

"HE'S HARD-CORE!"   "HE'S HARD-CORE!"


"HE'S HARD-CORE!"   "HE'S HARD-CORE!"



"HE'S HARD-CORE!"   "HE'S HARD-CORE!"



"HE'S HARD-CORE!"   "HE'S HARD-CORE!"

[A smirking Andrews climbs to his feet, standing amongst the people... his people.  The Children of the Revolution gain a few new members on this night as Andrews surveys the sold-out Staples Center before dragging Ktulu up by the hair.]

JS:  Pulling the martial artist back up again... oh!  Martial arts jab to the throat by Ktulu!  He snuck one in there and left Jaiden Andrews gasping for air.

[The referee still looks clueless.. not knowing if he should start the match and count both men out or not.  A dazed Ktulu pulls Andrews head back with one hand... and drives a knife edge chop into his throat yet again.]

JS:  Those are illegal!

TM:  But officially, the match hasn't even started.  Dick can't do anything but wait for them to... well, I guess he wants them in the ring before he starts the match.  This match is in danger of getting thrown out though.

JS:  And if that happens?

TM:  Then Travis Cade is your J*STAR Crown Champion.

JS:  I'm sure he doesn't want to win this tournament that way... not at all, Todd.

TM:  I wouldn't think so.

[Ktulu pulls Andrews' head back again... but this time the PWR competitor buries a boot in his opponent's gut.  The Badlands native staggers back into the railing.]

JS:  Now it's Andrews' turn to- HE SPINS!

[And uncorks a _stiff_ rolling elbow that catches Ktulu right in the side of the face, sending him tumbling over the barricade and into the ringside area!]

JS:  ROLLLLLLLLLLLING ELLLLLLLLLLLBOOOOOW!

TM:  It's been too long for you, hasn't it?

JS:  YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

[Andrews throws a triumphant arm in the air, the fans roaring with approval as Andrews hops over the railing to move in on Ktulu.]

JS:  This kid is fired up for sure.  He really wants to do a number on this guy from up north.

TM:  This is a battle of spirit... of fighting spirit.  Ktulu's the biggest name in this tournament arguably.  He's had success all around the wrestling world... and when he showed up in PWR, he belittled the entire company and everyone who worked for it.  

JS:  Not a good idea.

TM:  Jaiden Andrews on the other hand has wrestled in shithole indies and backwater countries his entire career.  He's been told he wasn't big enough... wasn't good enough his whole life.  And finally... finally he gets a chance to prove everyone who ever doubted him wrong.  And to top it off, he gets the chance to knock Ktulu from his lofty perch at the same time.

JS:  That certainly seems to be motivating this youngster beyond what even I expected from him

[Dragging Ktulu off the concrete floor, he rolls him under the ropes... and then climbs up onto the ring apron himself.]

JS:  Andrews on the apron... waiting for Ktulu to get up... waiting for- SPRINGBOARD!

[As a dazed Ktulu reaches his feet, Andrews leaps off the top rope, spinning through the air...

...and driving the back of his leg into the back of Ktulu's neck!  Huge pop!]

JS:  Springboard spinning leg lariat to the back of the head!  Ktulu goes down like a rock! 

TM:  A lot of impact behind that... almost all his weight crashing down on the back of his neck!  

JS:  He scores with the spinning leg lariat... but he's going back outside... back to the apron again.  

[Andrews holds up one finger, signalling for one more springboard.  Slowly, Ktulu regains his feet, trying to shake the cobwebs as Andrews leaps into the air, bouncing off the ropes.]

JS:  SPRINGBOARD!!!

[But as Andrews sails towards him, Ktulu lashes out with a high kick, scoring with a foot to the front of Andrews' face, dumping him in a heap on the canvas!  Huge shocked pop!]

JS:  And just like that, the tide is turned.

[Still dazed, Ktulu merely collapses on the floored Andrews.]

JS:  ONE!!!
















TWO!!!











THRE-

[DEAFENING POP!]

JS:  Oh my god!  How close was that?!

TM:  Jaiden Andrews was _this_ close to having his dream of winning this tournament ended.  Ktulu nearly kicked him into unconsciousness... but somehow Andrews got a shoulder up just in time.

JS:  That was so close... these fans are still buzzing at the near fall.  I thought... man, that was close, Todd.

[Pushing himself up to his knees, Ktulu glares at the official before getting up to his feet.]

JS:  The Badlandian back to his feet... dragging a limp Andrews back to his- oh man, Jaiden just fell back down.  He can't even stand on his own.

TM:  This is bad, Stegglet.  Jaiden took a lot of hard shots to the head in the first round of this against Atashi.  If he gets more... I don't even want to speculate.

JS:  Ktulu's trying to pull him up again.

[Andrews gets dragged up physically... and then knocked back into the corner with a spinning backfist.]

JS:  Uraken!  Right on target and that puts Jaiden Andrews in the buckles.  

TM:  Where at least he can hang onto the ropes to keep from collapsing.  Ktulu's got him cornered though and that's not a good thing for Jaiden.

JS:  Ktulu moving in... sizing up Andrews...

"WHAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAP!"

JS:  Three blistering hard kicks to the ribs!  This guy can kick with the best of them.  He's got one of the hardest kicks I've ever seen in this business.

TM:  And we've seen plenty of hard kicks.

[Switching to his right foot, Ktulu lashes out again... this time to the head.]

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

JS:  Oh come on!  Get in there, Dick!

TM:  Andrews is-

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

JS:  God have mercy.

TM:  Jaiden needs to get the hell out of there... those kicks to the head... my god, those could-


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


JS:  God damn!

[Ktulu smirks as Andrews tries to fall from the corner, shoving him back in... and stepping up to the middle rope where he drives a hard knee into Jaiden's skull as well.]

JS:  Ktulu backs away... Jaiden's staggering out...


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


JS:  ROUNDHOUSE!  MY GOD, WHAT A KICK!

[Andrews limply collapses to the mat, motionless as Ktulu stands over him looking down.]

"WHERE'S YOUR REVOLUTION NOW, BOY?!  WHERE?!"

[A brutal soccer kick to the face rolls Andrews onto his back... which is exactly what Ktulu was hoping for as he leaps into the air...

...and brings a boot slamming down into the side of Andrews' face.]

JS:  Big leaping stomp!

TM:  Somebody may need to stop this.  Jaiden doesn't look like he can defend himself, Steggs.  I don't know how much more I can stand of this.

JS:  Ktulu's not done, Todd.  He's just start- no!

[Leaping into the air again, Ktulu slams his foot down into the side of the skull a second time with a leaping stomp.  The crowd falls to a hush, looking on as he brutally beats the young man.]

"Cheer for him noW!  Cheer your fucking hero now!"

[An explosion of jeers follows Ktulu's exclamation... which he simply grins at, leaping into the air for a third time...

...but finally coming up empty as Andrews somehow manages to roll under the ropes to the ring apron, hanging on for dear life.]

JS:  He avoided the third stomp... but he's barely moving, Todd... barely moving at all.

TM:  He needs to... I just don't know.  He needs to get away from Ktulu and-

JS:  Ktulu reaches over the ropes... pulling Andrews up by the hair.

[The martial artist drapes Andrews' head over the top rope, the PWR star's limp form unable to fight back as he steps back...

...and uncorks another kick.]

JS:  HEAD KI-

[HUGE POP!]

JS:  HE CAUGHT THE LEG!  ANDREWS CAUGHT THE LEG!

[Holding the leg up on his left shoulder, Andrews drops down off the apron, stretching out Ktulu's right leg over the ropes, causing him to recoil in pain.]

JS:  And for the first time since the opening bell, Jaiden Andrews shows signs of life.  He got a great counter in and if he can continue the work on the leg, he'll be on his way to-

[Sliding in under the ropes, Andrews throws himself at the back of Ktulu's knee... taking him down as the shoulder slams into his leg.]

JS:  CLIP!

TM:  Fifteen yards!

JS:  Not here, baby!  Penalty flags are for wimps!  Jaiden Andrews takes Ktulu down... took him down hard.  And Ktulu immediately grabs for his knee.

TM:  The first signs of luck for Jaiden Andrews.  He may have done some serious damage to the knee the way Ktulu's acting... and if he's done that, this guy's kicks won't have any power behind them.  Jaiden needs to stay on that leg... stay on the knee.

JS:  He's going to do exactly that, Todd!

[Grabbing the foot of Ktulu, Andrews executes a spinning toehold in an attempt to apply a figure four leglock...

...but gets a stiff-fingered jab to the throat for his efforts, sending him staggering away, sucking air into his body.]

JS:  Ktulu avoided the figure four!  He felt it coming and he knew he had to avoid any further damage to the right knee.  He  got out of it and managed to hurt Andrews again in the process.

TM:  But at least it's not a head shot.  Jaiden Andrews can not afford to take any more shots to the head, Steggs.  He could be on the verge of a major concussion with all the blows to the skull he's taken tonight.

JS:  Ktulu back to his feet in a hurry... hobbling a bit on that leg but still able to corner Jaiden Andrews and-

"WHAAAAAAAAP!"
"WOOOOOOOOO!"

JS:  Big chop by the NEO Pro competitor!  Rattling across the pecs of Jaiden Andrews.  He winds up again and-

"WHAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WOOOOOOOOOO!"

JS:  Another chop finds the mark!

[Grabbing the wrist of a hurting Andrews, Ktulu fires him across the ring to the opposite corner... then sprints towards him as fast his injured leg will carry him.]

JS:  Here comes Ktulu!  He leaps!

[And attempts a charging dropkick.  But at the last moment, Andrews dives out of the way, causing Ktulu's feet to hit the buckles, dropping him down on the back of his head near the corner.]

JS:  HE MISSED!  HE MISSED!

TM:  Thank go-

[Andrews deadleaps up to the top rope, splitting his legs so they bounces off the rope, and flips back to score a moonsault on a stunned Ktulu!]

JS:  SPLIT LEGGED MOONSAULT!!
ONE!!!













TWO!!!










TH-

[POP!]

JS:  Not enough!  He couldn't keep the man from the Badlands down!

[A hand on the back of his head, Andrews drags Ktulu up and shoves him back to the turnbuckles.]

JS:  Andrews moving in on Ktulu now... turning the tables...

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

[The crowd roars at the impact of the chop on the chest.]

JS:  Big chop by Andrews... maybe trying to exact a little punishment of his own.  Ktulu's been beating him around the ring for quite some time and-


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"


JS:  Good lord!  He's taking the skin off his damn body, Todd!

TM:  Payback's a bitch.  Ktulu's mouth may have written a check his ass can't cash.

[With the martial artist stunned, Andrews leans over and deposits him up top.]

JS:  He sets him up top... and Jaiden's climbing up there!  He's going up as wel- ohh!  Ktulu to the eyes!

TM:  That dirty son of a-

[Seizing the opportunity, Ktulu stands up on the midbuckle, taunting Andrews...

...who responds by leaping into the air and scoring with a dropkick that knocks Ktulu off the ropes and all the way down to the concrete floor!  Massive pop!]

JS:  My god!  What a leap!  What a dropkick!

TM:  And my god, did you see how far and hard Ktulu fell?!  All the way from the second rope _inside_ the ring to the concrete floor outside!

JS:  Lucky for him, he managed to somehow get his legs under him... he took a relatively soft landing, using the ropes to pull himself up.

[Just as Andrews sprints across the ring, handspringing and flipping over the ropes...

...where he snags Ktulu's head with his legs, whipping him down to the concrete with a rana!  MASSIVE POP!]

JS:  SPACE FLYING TIGER RANNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAA!!!

TM: I've _never_ seen that done before!  Good god almighty!

JS:  An incredible move by an incredible athlete.  Both men are down on the floor.  It was a  very dangerous, very highrisk move to attempt... and I think Andrews may have hurt himself as well.

[Andrews pulls himself off the floor, clutching the back of his head as he does.]

TM:  I'm really afraid for Jaiden.  I think he may have a concussion, Steggs.  He's showing some issues with head pain... with balance a bit.  This could be a bad, bad situation for him.

[The dazed PWR star pulls Ktulu up by the ponytail.]

JS:  Inverted atomic drop perhaps?

[But instead, Andrews charges towards the ringpost, _slamming_ Ktulu spinefirst into the metal post.]

JS:  OHHH!  Hard to the post!

TM:  That'll weaken Ktulu's spirit... that's for sure.

JS:  Andrews backs away...

"CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!"

JS:  TO THE POST AGAIN!  Ktulu's spine must be ravaged in pain after those two drives to the metal ringpost.  He's gotta be hurting and hurting badly.

[Andrews staggers away, leaving Ktulu leaning against the post.]

JS:  ANDREWS!  YAAAAAAAKUUUUUZ-

[But at the last moment, Ktulu drops down to the ground, sweeping Andrews' legs out from under him with a kick.]

JS:  OH!  The back of Andrews' head just _slammed_ into the concrete.

TM:  Not good... not good.

[A tired Ktulu gets to his knees, looking at the stunned Andrews... and blasts him with a right hand.  The referee begins a ten count from inside the ring as Ktulu fires repeated blows into the skull of Jaiden Andrews.]

TM:  Somebody needs to stop this, Steggs.  I don't know if I can- come on, Jaiden!

[But it's not Jaiden Andrews who stops the pounding, it's Ktulu of his own accord as he pushes himself up to his feet.  With an evil smirk, he pulls Andrews up by the hair, rolling him back into the ring.]

JS:  Jaiden's rolled back in... he's barely moving at all, Todd.  Can he even defend himself?

TM:  I don't know, Steggs... I just- what the hell?

JS:  He's going up top!  Ktulu is going up top?!

TM:  This is not the usual attack for Ktulu... this is very out of the ordinary for him.

[The crowd buzzes as Ktulu steps to the top rope and haphazardly throws his body from the buckles, corkscrewing...

...and bringing his leg crashing down across the throat of Jaiden Andrews!]

JS:  CORKSCREW LEGDROP!  And he stays on him!

ONE!!!
















TWO!!!










THR-

[BIG POP!]

JS:  Jaiden gets the shoulder up!  He's still fighting... still refusing to let Ktulu end his dream.  He wants to win this tournament so badly, Todd... from my conversations with him, you can see this means everything to him.

TM:  This is his first chance at a big spotlight... and if he can get there over the back of someone who belittled him recently, even better.

[Dragging the dazed Andrews back to his feet, Ktulu hooks as if preparing to snap mare him to the mat...

...but instead, he charges towards the corner, looking to run up the buckles.]

JS:  Nightmare Circular!  If he hits this, it's ov-

[The crowd roars as Andrews shoves Ktulu off, sending him chestfirst into the turnbuckles.]

JS:  Countered!  Andrews escapes the attempt at the somersault inverted DDT... Ktulu staggers out...

[POP!]

JS:  HOOKED!

[And the Anaheim native hurls Ktulu up and over his head, making him crash down to the canvas with an Exploder suplex!  Huge pop!]

JS:  Ktulu got levelled!  Jaiden Andrews is feeling the moment... knowing this is his chance!  This is his shot to move on to the Fin- 

[Andrews slaps his chest, screaming for Ktulu to get up.  The dazed NEO Pro star slowly works up to his feet, staggering towards Andrews.]

JS:  He hooks him again!  EXPLOOOOOO- 

[But before he can be hoisted into the air, Ktulu drives an elbow down into the ear of Andrews.  Twice.  Three times.  Four times.  And finally, a fifth elbow breaks the iron grip of Jaiden Andrews.]

JS:  Ktulu blocked the lift... Ktulu is free and-

"WHAAAAAAAAAP!"

JS:  Oh!  Hard kick to the leg!

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"

JS:  Another one!  He takes Jaiden down to his knees.

[The crowd begins to buzz as Ktulu pauses, setting up for the head kick that knocked Trent Davidson flat earlier in the night.]

JS:  If he hits it, it's ov-

[The lightning quick kick comes up empty as yet again, Andrews catches the leg up on his shoulder.  He continues to cradle the leg as he gets back to his feet...

...and hurls Ktulu up over his head and down to the canvas!]

JS:  CAPTURE SUPLEX!!!  Andrews scores with the big suplex... and he needs to make a cover!  He needs to cover right here, Todd!

[The PWR competitor slowly crawls... trying to get to the spot where he dumped Ktulu down on the canvas... inching closer and closer...]

JS:  COVER!!!

ONE!!!













TWO!!!



















THRE-

[MASSIVE DISAPPOINTED POP!]

JS:  So close!  So very close!  He really knocked the wind out of Ktulu with that suplex... and now he needs to-

[POP!]

JS:  He's going up top!  Jaiden's crawling across the ring, using the ropes to pull himself up... to the second... trying to get up to the top!

TM:  Ktulu's not moving yet... he's in bad shape as well.  The back of his head must have hit the mat on that suplex.  He might be dazed and lost in there.

JS:  Andrews up top!  He's set!  He's ready!

[With a mighty leap, the warrior of the Revolution hurls himself into the air, pumping his arms and legs.]

JS:  FROG SPLASH!!!


"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"


JS:  MISSED!  MISSED!

[The impact of the missed splash bounces Andrews' body on the canvas, leaving him motionless on the canvas as Ktulu grabs the ropes, trying to pull himself off the mat.]

JS:  That might do it, Todd.

TM:  It may.  I don't know if Jaiden can get up after that one.

JS:  Ktulu pulls himself up... what's he going to do to try and put this match away?

[Reaching down, Ktulu applies an iron claw... and uses his power to pull Andrews off the canvas.]

JS:  Faceclaw locked on... Ktulu sets!

[And sweeps out Andrews' legs as he pushes down on the claw, _driving_ the back of Andrews' skull into the canvas!]

TM:  Oh...god.

JS:  My god in heaven.  A faceclaw STO... and right on the already injured skull of Jaiden Andrews.  How many blows to the head can one person survive, Todd Michaelson?

TM:  I don't... good lord, Jon.  What the-

[The crowd boos wildly as Ktulu maintains the clawhold, simply pushing down as a pin attempt.]

JS:  What kind of cov-

ONE!!!














TWO!!!















THRE-

[DEAFENING POP!]

JS:  The pathetic cover wasn't enough!  Jaiden Andrews uses Ktulu's overconfidence against him!  Andrews lives to fight!

TM:  But Ktulu's setting up... he wants that Devil's Dance head kick that he used to finish off Trent Davidson.  

[The crowd buzzes as Ktulu sets... waiting as Jaiden Andrews manages to roll over onto his stomach, getting his arms under him to push himself to his knees.]


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


[A deathly silence falls over the capacity crowd as the kick connects right in the back of Andrews' skull, causing him to slump down to the canvas in a heap.]

TM:  That's it.  I'm going to put a stop to-

JS:  Todd, you can't!  You've gotta let him fight the fight he came for.  You've gotta let him-

[A toe kick puts Andrews on his back where Ktulu makes another cover.]

JS:  ONE!!!












TWO!!!
















THRE-

[The crowd lets out a collective gasp as Andrews squeaks his shoulder off the canvas just before the three count falls.]

JS:  KICKOUT!  KICKOUT!  HE GOT THE SHOULDER UP!

TM:  I don't- man... I can't believe it.

JS:  Jaiden Andrews has come to fight!  Jaiden Andrews has come to win!  He wants to win the J*STAR Crown and he's gotta beat Ktulu to get that chance!

[An enraged Ktulu gets back to his feet, leaning down to slap the mat in anger... and then setting his feet again, preparing to deliver a final head kick.]

JS:  He's gonna do it again?!

TM:  Dammit, Stegglet... let me stop this!

JS:  No!  Let him fight!

[Ktulu stands, seething with rage, as he waits for Andrews to roll over to his stomach, trying to push himself back to his feet.]

JS:  Andrews is trying to get up!  He's trying to-  

[The Revolutionary gets to his knees... just where Ktulu wanted him.]

JS:  KICK!

[But this time, Andrews dips his head to avoid it and hurls his body from his kneeling position into Ktulu's planted leg, knocking him down to a knee.]

JS:  Jaiden's up!

[Andrews frantically gets to his feet, taking a three step run and springing off Ktulu's bent knee, _driving_ his own knee into the Badlandian's face!  DEAFENING POP!]

JS:  SHINING WIZARD!  SHINING WIZARD!!!

ONE!!!
















TWO!!!




















THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

[DING DING DING]

JS:  ANDREWS WINS!  ANDREWS WINS!

TM:  Yeah!

[The crowd roars with cheers, paying tribute to the hometown kid who just found himself moving into the Finals of the tournament.]

JS:  Jaiden Andrews has defeated Ktulu in what has to be considered a shocking upset. 

TM:  To who?

JS:  Well, uh... the majority of the wrestling world, I'd say.

TM:  Oh.  Those guys.  Whatever.

JS:  Jaiden Andrews scores the upset and he's moving on to the Finals where "The Natural" Travis Cade awaits him.  What a match that should be, Todd.

TM:  Damn right.  It should be a fantastic match with the winner becoming the first J*STAR Crown winner.  I can't wait for that one.

JS:  But before we get to that, we've also got the second of our showcase matches.  And this one will feature the talent from South of the border... from SouthWest Lucha Libre!

TM:  And since SWLL's announcers only commentate in Espanol... we've offered to take up the role for them here tonight.  

JS:  We certainly have... and in a match like this, you never know what'll happen.  El Corazon Negro, the Owner of SouthWest Lucha Libre, will take on Angel Demente who basically invaded SWLL without anyone inviting him there in a Mascara Contra Mascara match.

TM:  Mask vs Mask for you gringos.

JS:  Uh... right.  Well, as many of you know, in the lucha libre world... the mask is the symbol of everything to a competitor.  It's their pride... their honor... their dignity.  Everything a luchador is... is in their mask.  So to lose it is the ultimate disgrace.

TM:  But in just a bit, one of these two men will feel that disgrace burn a hole right through their very being.

JS:  With that in mind, let's go up to the ring!

[We cut to the ring where Ken Graham has changed tuxedo jackets... to one with the Mexico flag across the back, something that gets a loud cheer from the crowd.]

KG:  Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is presented here at J*STAR by South West Lucha Libre!

[The crowd pops appreciatively, more then one LA'er familiar with the company.]

KG:  This match is scheduled for one fall... and is MASCARA CONTRA MASCARA... THIS MATCH IS MASK VERSUS MASK!

[GIMMICK POP!]

JS:  And what a match it should be.

TM:  Ending an electric feud in SWLL that has even poured into my Pro Wrestling Revolution.  Angel Demente made the challenge and Corazon was not quick to answer... so his students paid and paid dearly.

JS:  And after a piledriver and nearly having his own mask taken he's accepted.

TM:  A decision that Angel Demente might soon regret.

#SUCK IT...#
#SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!#

[Ken Graham almost flinches at the ferocity of the song, Tool's "Ticks and Leeches" tearing across the PA.  From the back comes Angel Demente, crouching ferally at the entrance, lashing his tongue across a sick smile.]

JS:  And he's brought company.

[The crowd booing as he does.]

TM:  Takuya Nobu... Golden Tiger... it looks like Demente isn't going this alone,  bringing his two closest allies.  Two men who've helped him against El Corazon Negro on more then one occassion... Tiger in SWLL, Nobu in PWR.  

JS:  Isn't Nobu a guest trainer at M-DOJO?

TM:  Yeah, not real thrilled to see him backing Demente in there.  ECN's been a very good friend to myself and PWR since Day One.  

[A feral creature, pale skinned and heavily tattoed, Angel Demente certainly makes for a striking figure.  Sharp red hair, spiked heavy, juts from out his mask.  He is lean, much like a gymnast built like a wild cat.  

His mask is as striking as the person who wears it, open topped and open at the jaw.  Varying in color, though most often white and black, it wraps around his head and ties in the back.  The nose is sharp, jutting outwards, eyes open, skin underneath painted dark.  Horns curve from the forehead, wrapping close along the head and backwards.  The sides of his mask flare outwards past the jawline to a point.  With the mask he tapes his fingers and wrists.  He wears flowing, shiny, black pants tucked into kick pads with black boots under those.]

KG:  Weighing in at 180lbs and accompanied to the ring by Takuya Nobu and Golden Tiger... this is...

...ANGEL DEMENTE!

[MILD HEEL POP!]

JS:  This is what's going to happen here in J*STAR.  Some of these men,  so popular or unpopular in smaller companies aren't going to be as well known by the general viewing audience.

TM:  Why do you think I did this?  These people will get to know these men and appreciate what they are all about, therefore coming to see them at Pro Wrestling Revolution shows.

JS:  Bling bling.

[Graham visibly flinches away from Demente who fakes a backhand at him, taking his place in the center of the ring to wait for his opponent.]

KG:  And his opponent...

["Djobi Djoba" by Gipsy Kings kicks in to a fairly large ovation from the Los Angeles (and thus largely Hispanic) crowd.  El Corazon Negro bursts through the curtain, arms raised in the air.  He's wearing a black mask with a red pentagram stitched across it... the same mask he's worn since his first day in the wrestling business.

Oh, and he's all by himself.]

JS:  I don't know if coming alone was such a great idea.

TM:  He's a man of honor as like a man, will fight this one on one.  It's his honor at stake.

[ECN walks down the ramp towards the ring, eyes locked on his rival as he approaches the squared circle.  He steps through the ropes in his black long tights and boots.  Glaring at Demente, he slaps himself hard in the chest... right on the heart.]

JS:  We've both known ECN a long, long time... and for us, it's hard to see him in a match like this.  He's worn that mask the entire time I've known him... I've never even seen him without it.

TM:  In just a little while, we may all see that happen, Steggs.

JS:  Indeed.  Referee Roberto Guerrero is in the middle of these two... he is an independent referee selected by both competitors.  Not an SWLL referee... but very well trained in the lucha libre style.

DING DING!

JS:  And with the bell,  this match is underway.

[And Demente wastes no time attacking El Corazon Negro, smashing into him with forearms and wild haymakers!]

TM:  Demente knew what kind of ferocity Negro would come out with at the gate and he stopped it before it could happen.

JS:  Pounding him against the ropes... and rubbing his face across the top rope!

TM:  But... he's... wearing a mask.

JS:  ONE THAT DEMENTE IS TRYING TO TAKE!

[The crowd POPS as Demente tears at the mask, ECN firing a back elbow and then a second!]

JS:  Here comes Negro, firing back and off the ropes... caught into a hiptoss...

[But in mid flip he bounces off the top rope and backwards, sending Demente flying with an arm drag! POP!]

TM:  Pure lucha libre there!  We're going to see some fast action here I think.

JS:  El Corazon Negro promising that, bouncing off Demente, off the ropes... ducks a clothesline... ducks a back elbow...

[POP!]

...FLYING HEADSCISSORS!

[And this time Demente makes for the hills, rolling out to the floor and to his partners in crime.]

TM:  Not a good idea.

JS:  Not against a high flier like El Corazon Negro... WHO FLATTENS THEM WITH A PESCADO!

[HIGHSPOT!]

TM:  EL SPECTACULAARRRR!

JS:  Nice.

TM:  I know.

JS:  We should expect this type of passion I think.

TM:  Masks mean everything in the lucha culture.  El Corazon Negro will NOT give up hsi without a fight and Demente has done the ultimate affront, tearing masks from ECN's students.

JS:  Masks Negro gave them.

TM:  That's right and that's why the fight is on, baby.

[ECN rolls Demente back into the ring, just out of the grasp of Nobu.  Rolling him over he makes the pin.]


ONE!













TWO!








[KICKOUT!]

JS:  And Demente kicks out, showing a lot of fight still.

TM:  This guy may be a demon but he's no slouch.  He's a former GLCW Cruiserweight Champion.

JS:  Wow, you mentioned them.

TM:  Sorry.  I don't know what came over me.

[Picking up Demente, ECN winds back...

"SMACK!"
"SMACK!"

...blistering his bare chest!  Whooo!]

JS:  That stings!

TM:  And keeps Demente on the defensive, Negro scooping him...

JS:  And a slam!

[BIG POP as he quickly gets up and fires off the middle turnbuckle with a moonsault!]

JS:  Great move... cover!


ONE!
















TWO!











[HEEL POP as Nobu puts Demente's foot on the ropes, the referee seeing it.]

TM:  And there's the numbers game.

JS:  Negro needs to concentrate less on arguing with them and more on Demente.

[This proven as he turns back to his prey and falls victim to an eye rake!]

TM:  And there we go!

JS:  He's biting him!  He's biting Negro's face!

TM:  I told you he's a scary one.  For all the talent he has, all the talent in the world he resorts to tactics like this to get ahead.

[And slams an elbow into the back of his neck, putting him to a knee.]

JS:  Angel Demente off the ropes... CAUGHT INTO A TILT A WHIRL BACKBREAKER!

[POP!]

TM:  QUEBRADORA!

JS:  I see someone's been doing their homework.

TM:  I'm putting on the biggest wrestling event ever.  Of course I did.

JS:  Negro with the cover!

ONE!












TW-

[It would have been two if EL Corazon Negro didn't get up and knock Golden Tiger to the floor!]

JS:  Golden Tiger trying to interfere this time...

[BOO!]

TM:  And is caught by an Angel Demente spear!  That turned the tide wholly in Demente's favor.

JS:  Demente up and firing down VICIOUS knee drops!  This guy moves so fast and with so much ferocity!

[Mirroring the comment he flips Negro over, mounting his back and wrenching back into a camel clutch...

...complete with eyerakes and fish hooks!]

JS:  Now _that_ is rudo.

TM:  And _that_ is what brought Angel Demente to the game.

[The crowd boos as he pulls back, screaming as he does.  Finally the referee steps in, counting to five to get him to break the hold.]

JS:  Demente breaks it, stomping down Negro as he gets up.

TM:  Scooping him up... slamming him down... and landing a quick elbow!

JS:  And stalking.  Always stalking.  Just look at the way he walks.

[Negro tries to get up... and Demente is on him, pouncing on him and firing away with punches...


...only to start pulling at the mask again!  HEEL POP!]

TM:  HE'S GOING FOR THE MASK!

JS:  Trying to tear it right off regardless of win or lose!

TM:  And he might!  He's getting a grip!

[POP as Negro runs backwards into the corner, smashing Demente.  He turns to charge...]

JS:  And eats boot!  Demente saw that coming...

"THUUUUD!"

...BULLDOG!

[HEEL POP!]

TM:  AGAIN FOR THE MASK!

JS:  But the referee isn't letting him!  He's stopping him from doing it!

[And trips over his own feet as Demente wheels on him.]

TM:  Demente is an animal!

JS:  And out of control.  He's not following the rules.  He's doing nothing but cheating.  This is ridiculous.

TM:  El Corazon Negro is in trouble, Demente turning his attention back towards him.  Negro... with a kick!

[And as Demente is bent over, leaps over him!]

JS:  Sunset flip!


ONE!
















TWO!





[KICKOUT!  Negro rolls up,  ducks a clothesline from Demente and runs off the ropes, ducking another clothesline...



...only to be tripped up by Nobu!  BOOO!]

JS:  And Demente takes advantage, attacking Negro again... and throwing him outside!

TM:  Here come the wolves.

[Demente backing away and keeping the referee's attention, the two on the outside lay into Negro, the crowd at ringside all over them!  Nobu holds Negro as Golden Tiger gets a chair...



"CRAAAAAAAAAAACK!"



...and waffles him!  BIG HEEL HEAT!]

JS:  DAMMIT!

TM:  Let's not show favoritism here.

JS:  Screw that!  El Corazon Negro has NO chance against all three of these men.

TM:  But unless the referee sees it, Steggmeister, there is nothing we can do.

JS:  Demente with the cheap cover as Negro is rolled in.  This has to be it.


ONE!


















TWO!


















THR--POP!

JS:  NO!  NO IT ISN'T!

[All three men are beside themselves in disbelief, berating the referee.  Negro stirs, Demente almost on the ref's throat.]

TM:  Negro is so full of fight!  This is great!

JS:  And Demente staying on him, stomping him back down.  Pulling him up by the hair now, into the corner... and more stomps!

[HEEL POP as he reaches and starts tearing at the mask... succeeding on tearing away a portion around the eye.  Underneath... blood!  HEEL/GORE POP!]

TM:  That chairshot DID do some serious damage!

JS:  And Angel Demente did serious damage to El Corazon Negro's mask, nearly tearing it right off!

[Again the referee pulls away Demente, threatening DQ.  This gives Golden Tiger and Takyu Nobu time to slide on in and after him.]

TM:  Demente's holding the ref from turning!

JS:  Nobu... backbreaker... [OH!] AND GOLDEN TIGER COMES OFF WITH A LEG DROP!  How can Negro possibly prevail against this?!

TM:  He is down, Demente slipping to the apron...

"THUD!"

...and back in with a slingshot somersault leg drop!  I TOLD you this guy has skills!

JS:  Skills he isn't bothering to use unless Negro is down.  COVER!


ONE!



















TWO!


















THRE--KICKOUT!

[BIG POP!]

JS:  These fans are really starting to rally behind El Corazon Negro as he fights against all odds to keep his mask!

TM:  And he'll keeping fighting until there's nothing left.  Trust me on that.

JS:  Demente pulling Negro up and to the middle of the ring.  He plants him down... and he heads to the corner.

TM:  Lucha libre is known for it's high flying.  We're about to see why.



"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"



JS:  As Demente comes off with a flying headbutt... [HEEL POP!]... AND GOES FOR THE MASK AGAIN!

[But this time Negro won't have it!  Despite the blood and pain he starts fighting back, all but ignoring the flying headbutt from five seconds ago.  The audience?  Fully behind him of course!]

TM:  Look at this!  El Corazon Negro is figuratively and literally fighting for his life!

JS:  And with everything he has, firing away on Demente... CLOTHESLINE!

[Demente scrambles up in shock.]

JS:  ANOTHER CLOTHESLINE!  E-C-N IS ON FIRE!

TM:  Here come the troops!

[And a charging Golden Tiger is met with a back body drop, sending him flying!  POP!]

JS:  There goes Golden Tiger!

TM:  Nobu has Negro!

JS:  Irish whip... reversed... DROPKICK!

[And Nobu, like Tiger, is sent back to the floor, flying recklessly over the top rope and to the floor below,  the crowd going nuts as a fired up El Corazon Negro lets loose a fired up roar.]

JS:  Angel Demente back to his feet, kick by Negro.

TM:  Into a standing headscissors!  This is one of his trademark moves!

JS:  He lifts...

[And spins around... and around... and around...]



"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"



[POP!]

JS: SPIRAL BOMB!  SPIRAL BOMB ON DEMENTE!  THIS IS IT!



ONE!























TWO!























THRE--KICKOUT!

[SHOCKED POP!]

JS:  DEMENTE KICKS OUT _JUST_ IN TIME!

TM:  Just in time is right!  That was as close as a three count as you'll see!

JS:  Negro is absolutely dominating right now, picking up Demente and slamming him down near the corner.  This could be the very 450 splash now used by El Hijo Del Diablo!

TM:  Negro played an integral part in his training, teaching him that very move!

JS:  He's going up!  If he hits this,  the match is OVER!

[And he starts climbing...


...cut off as Tiger grabs his leg!]

TM:  He made a mistake a veteran normally wouldn't.

JS:  Unless taken over by the emotion of the moment.  Tiger has him... OR NOT!  NEGRO PUSHES HIM OFF!

[But as ECN stands up Demente is there and hooking him in a headlock!]

JS:  He's going to throw him off! He's going to suplex Negro off and perhaps finish him and take his mask.

TM:  Negro isn't going over easy!  He's fighting.

JS:  And doing a good...

[GROAN!]

...LOW BLOW!

TM:  FOUL!  FOUL!

[That gives Demente all the room he needs.]








"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"






[IMPACT POP!]

TM:  SUPERPLEX!

[Hitting hard, Demente clutches at his own neck,  breathing heavily.]

JS:  That may have taken as much out of Demente as it did Negro.

TM:  And likely was the move he needed to get back into control.

[The crowd starts clapping as the referee counts higher... to five... to six... to seven as both stir.  To eight... to nine...


...applauding as both get up.]

JS:  Demente with a right hand!  Negro with one!  Demente...blocked!  Negro fires back!

TM:  And keeps firing back!

[POP!]

JS:  Negro with a whip... reversed... into an abdominal stretch by Demente!

TM:  He has him!

JS:  Stretching at the midsection and trapping him!

[Demente really stretches back, the referee right in Negro's face... allowing Golden Tiger to get up on the apron and pull back on Demente's hand, accentuating the hold and by proxy,  the pain!]

JS:  Again!  Blatant cheating outside the referee's line of sight.

TM:  Hey, if you're going to do it, do it like these guys.  They aren't making any mistakes.

[The referee, noticing the increased pain perhaps, looks up as Tiger drops off and let's go.  The referee looks at a pleading innocent Demente... finally going back to Negro.]

JS:  Tiger's back up... and back to holding the arm!  This puts more leverage, more pressure.  If the referee doesn't see.

[HEEL POP as again Tiger drops down just in time.]

TM:  The referee could catch them.

JS:  Tiger back up as the referee checks on Negro and... dammit ref, turn around!!

[And this time he does!  POP!]

JS:  CAUGHT RED HANDED!

TM:  Third time is a charm I suppose... or maybe a curse in this case.

JS:  Tiger not letting go... so the referee kicks the hands apart!

[POP... made bigger as Negro escapes with a hiptoss out!]

JS:  Negro with the veteran move...

[BOOO!]

TM:  And Nobu with the smart one, grabbing his leg!

JS:  AND DEMENTE TAKES ADVANTAGE WITH THE ROLL UP!



ONE!



















TWO!













[And puts his feet on the ropes!]













THREE--








[To no avail!  BIG POP!]

JS:  EL CORAZON NEGRO KICKS OUT EVEN WITH DEMENTE'S FEET ON THE ROPES!

TM:  Miracle of miracles.

JS:  Demente is pissed off now! He's stomping away like a wild dog.

TM:  Wild dogs can stomp?  Come on now Steggy.

JS:  *growls*

TM:  Ooooookay.

[Pulling up Negro by his tattered mask Demente smashes his head into the turnbuckle... and again, turning him around and kicking him in the stomach!]

JS:  Is he going to do what I think he is?

TM:  Not that he cares, but this is NOT Mexico!  He can piledrive him if he wants!

JS:  And he is going to!  He is going to piledrive El Corazon Negro and take his mask!

[And he lifts...





...Negro fighting and not going up, instead pulling out Demente's legs and bridging over!]

JS:  JACK KNIFE PIN!

[SHOCK!]


ONE!




















TWO!



















TH--KICKOUT!

[Demente gets up... ECN taking him down with a drop toe hold!]

TM:  LA MAGISTRAL!  PURE LUCHA!


ONE!






















TWO!




















[DEFLATED POP as Demente kicks out once again.  Negro quickly moves, going for a backslide but Demente grabs the ropes and lifts a leg backwards!  MALE SYMPATHY POP!]

JS:  And the referee didn't see it!  He didn't see the low blow!

TM:  Now Demente has him!  He is going to get him this time!  We are going to see the piledriver that is going to reveal El Corazon Negro's identity to the world!

[Demente moves out and lifts... but Negro manages to once again pull a rabbit out of his ass, throwing Demente over...








...the masked lunatic colliding with the referee and putting him down!  OH NO!]

JS:  THE REF IS DOWN!

TM:  This means trouble!

JS:  Both getting up, Negro with a kick and...






"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"





[Shockingly... LOUD POP!]

JS:  THE PILEDRIVER!  EL CORAZON NEGRO HIT THE PILEDRIVER ON ANGEL DEMENTE!  THIS ONE IS OVER!

[And he falls on top, hooking a leg deep!]


ONE!

























TWO!

























THREE!






















THREE?

















[There's no referee, he's down!]

JS:  He had this won!

[HEEL POP!]

TM:  Like I said... here comes trouble!

JS:  Golden Tiger in!  Takuya Nobu!  Both are in and after Negro, pounding him!  The referee is down, they are free to do as they please!

[And that they do, pounding away at him in a corner!  He falls down, Tiger choking him with a boot as Nobu runs out...


...flying back in with a dropkick to his face!  HEEL POP!]

JS:  This is a travesty!  Angel Demente isn't the one beating him to get the mask!  It's taking three men!

[BIG POP!]

TM:  AND HERE COME A FEW MORE!

JS:  The locker room... it's emptying!  That's... THAT'S JUVENIL INFIERNO!  EL HIJO DEL DIABLO!

TM:  Super Solar!  La Fuerza Canadiense!  These are all the students that Demente has attacked recently.  Attacked and taken their masks just so El Corazon Negro would accept!

[And they fly into the ring, pounding and attacking both Nobu and Golden Tiger!  Juvenil Infierno flies at Nobu, pushing people away as he attacks him,  the two suddenly engaged in a wild brawl that spills out of the ring and to the floor below!  Golden Tiger follows,  EHDD and crew beating him up on the outside!]

JS:  We got a full out brawl on the outside!  These men came to help their boss... their teacher... their friend!

TM:  Which means ref or not, it is down to one on one!

[The referee remains down as both Negro and Demente stir.  Demente is actually the first to make a move,  going after Negro with a diving forearm!]

JS:  These men are hurt and exhausted.  Negro's mask is half torn off, blood crusted on his face underneath.  Angel Demente is still suffering from the piledriver he just took.  This has been one chaotic affair.

TM:  Entertaining, no?

JS:  Demente pulling El Corazon Negro up and to the corner!  He's going for the Angel Dust!  He's going to go for that Diamond Dust he does!

TM:  It's won him titles, it's obviously an effective weapon.

[And he loads it up and flips over...





... but ECN hooks the ropes with his arms, Demente landing in front of him sitting!  POP!]

JS:  The fight is still on!  The fight is still on on the outside, Negro...

[Negro grabs Demente for a russian legsweep and hits it... pushing Demente's head forward and putting his leg behind it while stretching an arm!]

JS:  HE HAS HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!

TM:  In some sort of grounded octopus like move... that... 

JS:  THE OCTAGON SPECIAL!  DEMENTE TRAPPED!  HE IS TRAPPED...

[HUGE POP!]

DING DING DING!

TM:  AND TAPS OUT!  ANGEL DEMENTE TAPPED OUT!  HE LOSES HIS MASK!  

JS:  EL CORAZON NEGRO GOT HIS REDEMPTION AND ANGEL DEMENTE LOSES HIS MASK!

[And upon victory his students and friends alike pour into the ring, surrounding him!]

KG:  Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match...

...EL CORAZON NEGRO AND AS A RESULT, ANGEL DEMENTE WILL BE FORCED TO DEMASK!

[BIG FACE POP!]

JS:  Damn rights!  This is perfeect revenge for everything Demente has done in the past few months!

[But neither Nobu or Tiger will have any of it, pulling Demente out and heading up the aisle as quick as their battered bodies will allow them!]

TM:  They're getting out of here while they can!

[BIG POP as the ring empties... everyone after them!]

JS:  He isn't going anywhere!  They are getting Demente... and Super Solar has him!  Solar has Demente,  throwing him in to Negro!

[On his knees Demente begs...


...sobbing and cackling at the same time!]

TM:  What a nut case.

JS:  He knows it's all over.  We're all going to see who he is now.

[Negro leaps on Demente, the rudo trying to stop him, a futile attempt as his hands are held back.  String by string Negro undoes his mask...


...and pulls it quickly off to a big pop!]

JS:  IT IS DONE!  DEMENTE IS UNMASKED!

TM:  And revealed!

[A young Mexican man is under the mask, full force shocked.  His bloodshot eyes, rimmed in black paint, are wide open.  His pitted face is taut in fright...



...and as soon as Negro backs off he is out, covering his face as he sprints to the back in utter embarrassement.  El Corazon Negro lifts the mask in victory to another pop, the rest of the luchadores lifting him onto their shoulders.]

JS:  That was a well deserved, _well_ deserved victory.

TM:  El Corazon Negro keeps his mask... keeps his pride... keeps his honor.  And for Angel Demente?  He deserves all the humiliation he just got.  SouthWest Lucha Libre?  VIVA LA LUCHA!

JS:  Indeed.  Fans, as our ring clears of luchadors, Todd Michaelson... it's prediction time.  Travis Cade and Jaiden Andrews... Rumble Pro and Pro Wrestling Revolution... who will walk out as the J*STAR Crown Champion?

TM:  You really expect me to answer that?

JS:  No?

TM:  I can't.  The promoter in me tells me to shill this like there's no tomorrow.  The teacher in me wants to see my student excel like no other time in his career.  And the fan...

JS:  Well?

TM:  He just wants to see the very best that these two have to offer.

JS:  Well, Todd... I have a feeling that's one thing you don't have to worry about.  For the match... for the tournament... for the J*STAR Crown... one more time tonight, let's go up to Ken!

[We cut back up to the ring where Ken Graham has put his pink tuxedo back on with a big smile... there's no place like home.]

KG: The following contest is set for one fall with a sixty minute time
limit. It is the final match in the J*STAR Crown Tournament! 

[Massive pop!] 

KG: Introducing first... 

#I'm your toy... 
#...your 20th Century Boy! 

[The crowd gives a loud ovation as Drain STH's "20th Century Boy" kicks in,
the competitor using it having earned their respect over the past few
hours.. The music kicks in full and from the curtain bursts an energetic
Travis Cade. He hops in place, rolling his neck and swinging his arms before
making his way down the aisle and into the ring.] 

KG: From Denver Colorado, representing Rumble Pro... weighing in at
226lbs... in this final match with victories over El Hijo Del Diablo and Rum
Barton... 

"THE NATURAL" TRAVIS CADE! 

[The well in shape Cade is dressed in a singlet of diagonally striped red
and white. His knee pads and boots are black, wrists taped in the same red
over white. He makes his way into the ring, wiping his feet on the apron
before entering. Going to his corner he removes the Rumble Pro t-shirt he
was wearing, draping it on the bottom rope.] 

KG: And his opponent... making his way down the aisle... 

["Superstar" by Saliva plays over the P.A. System.] 

KG: ...hailing from Anaheim, California. He stands 6'0" and weighs in at 229
pounds... representing Pro Wrestling Revolution and in this match with
victories tonight over Horo Atashi and Ktulu... 

JAIIIIIDEEEEEN ANNNNNDREWWWWWS!!! 

[The lights around the entrance begin to flash on and off in multi-color
fashion, with the curtains parting to either side. The crowd begins to cheer
as Jaiden Andrews walks out from the back with his arms raised high, a
confident look upon his face as he lets out a yell. Andrews then makes his
way down the aisle at a slow jog, slapping hands with the fans in the front
rows as he does so... a _major_ change from when he first started. 

Andrews walks to the ring, grabbing the top rope. Andrews merely steps
through the ropes, a long way removed from his somersault into it earlier in
the night.. Getting to his feet, Andrews walks over to each of the four
corners, raising his arms into the air once again as the fans cheer and take
pictures. Andrews then walks over to his corner, taking off his jersey and
handing it to a ringside attendant. He then waits for the opening bell.] 

JS: This is it, Todd... and it must do you incredibly proud to see Jaiden
Andrews representing your promotion in that ring tonight. 

TM: Of course it does. But we were just proud to be a part of this,
Steggs... everything else is gravy. 

JS: Both men showing signs of fatigue from the brutal night they've had. You
see Cade's ribs very heavily taped. He's obviously hoping that'll protect
them some from the battle to come. 

TM: And you can bet Jaiden's skull is still pounding. I tried to get a
doctor's report on him... but apparently he refused to talk to one. He may
have a serious concussion but he's refusing to let anyone check him out. 

JS: It just shows how badly these men want to win this tournament. How badly they want to be the J*STAR Crown Champion. They're willing to risk
serious... maybe even permanent... injury to compete in this final match
they've both worked so hard to get to. 

TM: You've got that right. 

[Referee Dick Longfellow steps between the two competitors, calling them to
the center for some last minute instructions.] 

JS: And you couldn't ask for a better official in there than Dick Longfellow. Very experienced, very fair... and with absolutely no potential bias. He's in charge in there and if you want to win this match, he has to declare you the winner. 

[Both competitors nod their heads, signalling their understanding of
Longfellow's statement... and he calls for the bell, bringing the match to
order as the two men square off in the center of the ring. Huge pop!] 

JS: Here we go! The J*STAR Crown Finals is underway! 

TM: Both men eyeing one another warily... you can bet these two have never
spoke a word to one another before. They're both such amazing students of
the game, you can bet they're very familiar with each other's work. Jaiden's
been watching tapes of all these competitors for weeks now. 

JS: And take a look at that, Todd... Travis Cade extends his hand to Jaiden
Andrews. 

TM: Great to see... and Jaiden gladly accepts it. These are two sportsmen
set to collide... they're not going to try to cripple each other, they're
going to try and win the match and the tournament. The fans give them a nice ovation for the handshake and I echo that. 

JS: Indeed. 

[With the handshake completed, the two competitors begin circling one
another a bit... looking to feel out the other before the battle gets really
going.] 

JS: Both men looking for an opening... looking for any potential edge. 

[And with that, the two competitors lunge towards one another, wrapping up
in a collar and elbow tieup.] 

JS: Wow! Look at the intensity of these two! It's a collar and elbow tieup... simply a formality in most matches but these two are... they're really pushing each other around the ring. 

TM: They both want the early advantage... I don't know if I've ever seen a
more intense tieup. Cade gets the edge, pushing Jaiden back... but no,
Jaiden pushes back the other way... really jockeying for position. 

JS: Cade seems to have the power edge but Jaiden Andrews is hanging right in there with him... really fighting it. Now it's Andrews who is pushing Cade
across the ring... 

[Suddenly, the two men push off, shoving each other across the ring. The
crowd erupts in cheers for the intensity on display.] 

JS: Man oh man... and you know you're in for a hell of a fight when the two
wrestlers are hurting after the initial tieup. Jaiden Andrews is rubbing the
back of his neck... Cade's checking his ear, making sure it hadn't been torn
open in that lockup. 

TM: They're slowly moving towards each other again. I think even they were a little surprised at that. I know that Jaiden's never been in anything like
this. He's had some pretty high profile matches relatively speaking... but
nothing like this at all. 

JS: Both edge out to the center... another tieup! 

[Again, they grapple in the center of the ring, muscles straining as they
push against one another, trying to find a way to edge the other back
towards the ropes... the corner... anything.] 

JS: Jaiden Andrews is forcing Cade back... pushing back to the corner... 

[But showing ring intelligence, Cade spins on his heels and shoves Andrews
back into the corner.] 

JS: Cade's got him backed into the buckles... the referee is right there to
call for a break... 

[And get a break he does... a clean one at that. Another round of applause
goes up for the sportsmanship.] 

JS: Nice clean break. Good to see. 

TM: I told you, Steggs. These two are going to have one hell of a match...
and it's going to be clean as a whistle, I think. 

JS: We shall see. 

[Easing out of the corner, rolling his neck to loosen up as he prepares to
tie up again, Jaiden Andrews cracks a little bit of a grin.] 

JS: I think he's enjoying this, Todd. 

TM: I'm sure he is. This kid loves competition. He loves the thrill of the
fight. 

[Meeting in mid-ring, the two men tangle up again... but this time, Cade
quickly goes behind Andrews, cranking up on his right arm in a hammerlock.] 

JS: Cade's a mat technician and Jaiden Andrews is going to have be quick on
his feet to avoid things like this. Look at the pressure Cade puts on that
hammerlock. 

TM: Everything he does in the ring is intense. He just doesn't put a hold on
and sit there... he's putting more and more pressure on every hold he
applies the whole time it's on. 

JS: Jaiden Andrews trying to find a way out of this... trying to elbow his
way out of it but Cade's got his head tucked, avoiding the elbows. 

[Reaching back with his free arm, Andrews hooks Cade around the neck,
leaping into the air... and snap maring his way out of the hammerlock,
taking Cade down to the mat.] 

JS: Nice counter! 

TM: This is all a feeling out process, Steggs... each of them are trying to
get a feel for what their opponent is all about in that squared circle...
moreso than they've seen on tape anyways. 

JS: Cade back to his feet... a quick tieup... 

[This time, the Natural quickly slips into a rear waistlock.] 

JS: Cade is just so quick... so smooth on the mat. He applied that waistlock
like Andrews' feet were nailed to the canvas. 

[Andrews grabs Cade's wrists, trying to break the hold... and suddenly finds
himself hoisted high into the air before being dumped facefirst down on the
canvas.] 

JS: Big takedown! And Cade slips right into a side headlock, the forearm
firmly presseed against the side of Andrews' face. 

TM: A lot of wrestlers will use a hold like this to get themselves some rest
while their opponent suffers... but not Cade. He's constantly cranking up
the pressure, tweaking the neck... burying that forearm bone in Jaiden's
cheek... his ear... whatever. 

JS: When you wrestle Travis Cade, you're in for a punishing night. 

[Pulling his legs underneath him, Andrews manages to force his way back to
his feet, trying to slip his hand between his face and Cade's arm to break
the hold.] 

JS: Andrews is trying to figure a way out... trying to slip the headlock... 

[But Cade simply increases the pressure, forcing Andrews to drop his arm.] 

JS: Good lord. Cade's all over Andrews with the side headlock... 

[Looping his arm around Cade's waist, Andrews goes to fire him off to the
ropes to break the hold.] 

JS: To the rop- no! Cade held on! 

[The Natural cracks a grin as the fans applaud his tenacity, not allowing
Andrews to throw him out of the hold... and then they applaud again as
Jaiden Andrews loops his arm over the top rope, forcing Cade to break the
hold.] 

JS: Another clean break. But look at the grin on Travis Cade's face. You get
the feeling that he can dominate anyone on the mat at anytime he wants,
Todd. 

TM: He might be the best on the mat wrestler that I've ever see, Steggs. 

JS: Wow. High praise considering some of the athletes we've seen over the
past decade. Men like Chris Quigley... men like Lord Byron... Adam Rogers...
so many, many others. 

[Cade backs away to the middle of the ring and slowly lifts a hand, wiggling
his fingers.] 

JS: Uh oh. He wants a knucklelock. 

TM: Jaiden should avoid that at all costs, Jonnie. You don't get in a
knucklelock with a mat technician... especially one who is as deceptively
strong as Travis Cade. He may not look like a bodybuilder but he has
tremendous tendon strength. 

JS: Andrews slowly moving out... he looks like he's going to accept it,
Todd. 

TM: Youthful pride. 

[The two men meet in mid-ring, entwining their fingers in the traditional
greco-roman knucklelock... which Cade immediately uses to his edge by
putting leg behind Andrews', tripping him down to the mat.] 

JS: Jaiden's flat on his back... and Cade pushes down on the hands, pin
attempt! 

[A two count by Longfellow is ended when Andrews pushes back, lifting his
right shoulder off the canvas.] 

JS: Andrews needs to make sure he keeps his shoulders up. Something like
this can ease you into not realizing what position you're in and you can
find your night ended in a hurry. 

[Using his strength, Cade forces the right shoulder back down to the mat for
another two count... which is broken this time when Andrews pushes his left
shoulder off the mat.] 

JS: Jaiden slips out of another pin attempt! 

[And as he does, he lifts his legs off the mat, scissoring a shocked Travis
Cade's head.] 

JS: Whoa! Cade's still got the knucklelock but somehow Andrews applied a
headscissors! 

TM: And he's got those ankles crossed too, really cranking the pressure on
Cade. If he can get this hooked right, it'll turn into a triangle choke and
really do some damage. 

JS: Cade looks a little panicked... I think he just realized what you said. 

[Breaking the knucklelock, Cade _drives_ a hard kick into the middle of
Andrews' spine.] 



"OHHHHHHHHHH!" 



JS: Good lord! 

[But Andrews keeps the headscissors locked on, refusing to break it... so
Travis Cade decides to test his will.] 



"WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

JS: Good grief! A brutal series of kicks to the spine by Cade to break the
headscissors and- 

[Grabbing one of the now-loose legs, Cade flips Andrews onto his stomach and wrenches back on the leg.] 

JS: Oh! Half crab out of nowhere! 

[Travis Cade pulls back hard, trying to prevent Andrews from getting to the
ropes... 

...but fails as Andrews grabs the bottom rope with both hands, avoiding the
hold before it gets applied.] 

JS: Smart move by Jaiden Andrews. He felt it coming and he found a way out
of it before any damage was done. 

TM: And thankfully, Jaiden didn't let his pride get ahead of him and try to
break the hold on his own. He saw the ropes... he used the ropes... no harm
done to his body. 

JS: Cade lets go of the leg... backing off. 

[The fans applaud yet again, happy to see the good will between the two as
Jaiden Andrews slowly gets to his feet, shaking out his leg to make sure
there was no damage done.] 

JS: Andrews back to his feet now... he looks okay. 

TM: Except for the red welts on his back where Cade kicked him. 

JS: Well, yeah. And would you look at this? Now it's Jaiden Andrews who
wants the knucklelock! 

[Cade arches an eyebrow with surprise... and then nods his head, slipping
towards the ready Andrews.] 

JS: First the right hand... now the left... 

[And in a quick motion, Andrews leaps into the air, putting his feet in the
gut of Cade... 

...and monkeyflips him down to the canvas! Big pop!] 

JS: Hehehe. 

TM: Jaiden with the monkey flip... and Travis Cade wasn't expecting that. 

[Showing a bit of anger, Cade leaps to his feet and charges towards the
recovering Andrews... 

...who promptly drop toeholds him facefirst into the canvas, Cade's face
slamming into the mat from the move! Another big pop!] 

JS: Oh! Down hard to the mat! 

[Andrews scampers to his feet, ready for more... but Travis Cade simply
pushes up to a knee. He reaches up to his nose, wiping it with the back of
his hand.] 

JS: Travis Cade's making sure his nose isn't busted... and he looks a little
upset. Cade's glaring at Andrews. That drop toehold was a little embarassing
to him, I think. 

TM: Yeah, it probably didn't hurt much except his ego. 

JS: Indeed. 

[Andrews, standing in the middle of the ring, extends his hand to Cade as
the Natural regains his feet.] 

JS: Jaiden's offering a handshake... I don't think he meant to embarass Cade
at all, he was just trying to- 




"SLAAAAAAAAAAP!" 




JS: Oh! Hard slap to the ear! 

[Andrews recoils from the strike, the noise likely still rattling around his
brain. He falls back into the turnbuckles, shaking his head.] 

JS: Uh oh. 

TM: Jaiden's already had some head problems today... he doesn't need any
more... especially right now. 

[Moving on him, Cade doesn't bother with a clean break this time, rocking
the spunky PWR competitor with a European uppercut.] 

JS: Ooof! What a shot! 

[Andrews' hand immediately shoots to the underside of his jaw... but gets
slapped away by Cade as he winds up... and drives another uppercut in,
putting Andrews down on the mat!] 

JS: Travis Cade throws those European uppercuts with sickening strength and accuracy... and he's really put Jaiden Andrews back on his heels with those strikes to the head. 

TM: He's not done either. 

[Grabbing Jaiden Andrews by the hair, Cade yanks him back to his feet,
shoving him into the corner.] 




"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" 



JS: Big chop by Cade! Right across the chest! 

[Referee Dick Longfellow immediately moves in, calling for the break.] 



"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" 



[But Cade ignores him, delivering another bone-rattling chop.] 

JS: Good lord. These fans are starting to get on Cade's case a bit. They
wanted to see a squeaky clean matchup but Travis Cade knows he needs to do whatever it takes to win this match... the fans be damned. 

TM: And honestly, that's how he should approach the match. The fans may not like it... but they're going to be behind Jaiden anyways since he's the
hometown hero here tonight. Cade should do whatever he needs to do to become the J*STAR Crown champion. 

JS: Cade's still got Jaiden on the ropes. 

[A weak chop by Andrews tries to get him out of the corner... but Cade
retaliates with a headbutt to the temple, knocking Jaiden back into the
buckles.] 

JS: Not a chance. Travis Cade is- oh! Another hard headbutt to the temple! 

TM: And Cade may be moving to attack the head. I was hoping he wouldn't... I
was hoping he'd go after another body part but it looks like he knows
Jaiden's coming hurt into this match and he's going to try and take
advantage of it. 

JS: A third headbutt, this one to the bridge of the nose! Andrews drops down to the mat again. He's sitting in the corner, leaning against the buckles
and- 




"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" 




JS: A hard boot to the sternum leaves Andrews cringing... sucking wind into
his body. Travis Cade leans over, pulling him off the mat... 

[With a front facelock applied, Cade slips one arm under... and snaps
Andrews down to the mat with a single underhook suplex.] 

JS: Nice execution...and Cade rolls through it... 

[Pop!] 

JS: GUILLOTINE CHOKE! 

[The crowd roars as Cade pulls his arm up, pressing against the windpipe of
his opponent.] 

JS: He's gonna try and choke him out! Gonna try to- 

[Feeling the air being pulled from his body, Andrews deftly shoves Cade
backwards onto his shoulder, flipping through so that he's in a position
similar to a bridging Northern Lights suplex.] 

JS: That's a cover! That's- 

[Longfellow dives to the canvas to start the count but as he hits the canvas
once, Cade releases the choke, slipping out of the pin attempt.] 

JS: That was the only way he could get out of the choke. If Andrews doesn't
use that counter, this match is over right now and Travis Cade takes the
J*STAR Crown home to Rumble Pro. 

[Both men quickly get back to their feet, ending up chest-to-chest in the
center of the ring.] 

JS: Uh oh. There's some fire in the eyes of both of these men now. They've
gone from hammerlocks and tieups to slaps and chokes! 

TM: Cade looks pretty upset and- 

[The crowd starts to buzz as the two men begin trading words... hostile
words... 

...which quickly escalates as Cade _blasts_ him with a forearm shot to the
side of the face!] 

JS: Oh! Cade with a forearm and- 

[Pop!] 

JS: And Jaiden fires back! He's not going to back down one bit! 

[Eyes fiery, Cade cracks Andrews upside the head with another forearm shot.]

TM: He may not back down but this is a bad idea, Steggs. With the head
injury, he needs to be quick. He needs to stick and move. He needs to- 

[Andrews shakes the cobwebs and rocks Cade with another forearm shot,
causing him to stumble a few steps back.] 

JS: He might be getting the edge! Jaiden Andrews might be- 




"SLAAAAAAAAAAAP!" 




[The crowd groans as Cade slaps Andrews across the ear, causing the PWR
competitor to stagger away in pain... 

...but he fires right back!] 




"SLAAAAAAAAAAAP!" 




JS: Andrews with a slap of his own! Travis Cade is stunned! 

[And suddenly, the two men are a blur of motion, hands flying to tag one
another in the head and face repeatedly.] 




"SLAAAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"SLAAAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"SLAAAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"SLAAAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"SLAAAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"SLAAAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"SLAAAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"SLAAAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"SLAAAAAAAAAAAP!" 




[The sea of strikes quickly dissipates as Andrews staggers away giving Cade
the chance to cock his arm back.] 

JS: LAAARRRRRIAAAAAAATOOOOO!! 

[A wild swing comes up empty, Cade quickly turning back to face his
opponent... 

...who blindly leaps backwards in a somersault, scoring with a hard kick to
the face! Big pop!] 

JS: SOMERSAULT KICK! Andrews floors him! 

TM: What a move! The fans love seeing that... they love those flashy moves
that come out of nowhere. 

JS: He stunned Cade with that... and both men are down... both men climbing
to get back to their feet. 

[And as they get there, Andrews _explodes_ with a forearm shot that sends
Travis Cade falling back into the ropes.] 

JS: What impact! He just _exploded_ into that forearm shot! 

TM: Here he comes! 

JS: Jaiden charges! 

[The Anaheim native extends the arm, going for a lariat of his own... 

...but finds himself thrown over the top rope by a Travis Cade backdrop!] 

JS: BACKDR- Andrews lands on his feet! He lands on his feet on the apron! 

[Reaching back into the ring, Andrews drills Cade with a pair of hard
forearm shots that sends him staggering away from the ropes... 

...but he rebounds, spinning completely...] 

JS: LAAAAAAAAARIAT!!!! 

[And _connects_ with a brutal lariat that sends Andrews flying off the ring
apron...] 




"CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!" 




[...and into the steel barricade!] 

JS: Oh my! Into the railing! 

TM: A discus lariat by Travis Cade puts Andrews into the steel barricade and
down to the concrete in a heap. Things are really starting to heat up
between these two. 

JS: Cade just fell back into the far ropes... he's feeling the effect of
some of those hard strikes as well. Both these guys have been to hell and
back already tonight and now they're going to do even more damage in this
one. And we're really not that deep into this match, Todd. 

TM: A wrestling match can end at any time. A missed move... a backslide... a
small package... you just never know what'll happen. 

JS: The Natural's waiting for Jaiden Andrews to get away from the rail and-
HERE HE COMES! 

[Stampeding across the ring, Cade leaps into the air, sailing between the
top and middle ropes like a torpedo... 

...and _creams_ Jaiden Andrews with an elbow strike that sends him crashing
into the steel railing again!] 

JS: Ohhhhh! We saw that from him earlier tonight but it's still just as
effective. That tope elbow strike is damn effective. 

TM: It's a fantastic move and if he throws it right, you could actually see
a knockout from it at some point. That'd be something impressive for sure. 

JS: Cade dragging himself up to his feet... starting to show a little bit of
fatigue from what he's been through so far tonight. Neither of these guys
are fresh as a daisy. 

[Dragging Andrews off the concrete, Cade _rocks_ him with a European
uppercut that sends him falling back into the steel railing for the third
time.] 

JS: Jaiden to the steel again... and Travis Cade is in total control of this
match right now. He rolls Andrews back into the ring. Rolling in behind him
as well. 

TM: At least we're going to keep this action in the ring. I'd hate to see
what could be a great _wrestling_ match turn into a bloody war out on the
concrete floor. 

[Getting back to his feet, Cade quickly deathlocks the legs. He slaps his
hands against the ribcage, forcing Andrews' arms back... and then grabs the
wrists, falling back in a surfboard.] 

JS: Ohhhhh! He's got a surfboard locked in... stretching out the back... the
arms. This is a very punishing hold. 

TM: But Jaiden Andrews is a tough competitor... he's fighting it, refusing
to give in. 

[So, Travis Cade decides to take things up a notch, releasing his grasp on
Andrews' arms.] 

JS: What's he- oh my god! 

[The crowd groans in unison as Cade pulls back on Andrews' hair, applying a
dragon sleeper while keeping the legs tied up.] 

JS: A surfboard/dragon sleeper combo! Egads! 

TM: He's stretching Andrews out... Jaiden's screaming in pain. Look at the
pressure on the back... on the neck as well. 

JS: This is an agonizing hold to be in. Jaiden Andrews needs to find a way
out of this and he needs to do it in a hurry. Referee Dick Longfellow is
right there, checking to make sure Andrews doesn't give up. 

TM: Jaiden's trying to hang tough... trying to- 

JS: Cade's letting up... 

[But instead of releasing Andrews, he rolls to the side... and then rolls
right back into the hold, stretching the Revolutionary as much as humanly
possible.] 

JS: Good lord! It looks like his ribs are going to pop out of his chest! 

[Sitting up a bit, Cade holds the grip with one hand... 

...and _slams_ a forearm across Andrews' chest!] 

JS: Oof! 

[Cade pauses a bit, pulling back... but as Andrews screams "NO!", Cade
unleashes a series of slap chops to the chest.] 



"WHAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAP!" 



JS: A brutal assault on the body of Jaiden Andrews by the Natural! He's
completely taking Jaiden Andrews apart surgically. But Jaiden Andrews shakes his head... he's still refusing to give in... 

[And finally, seeing Andrews' resolve, Cade releases the hold, allowing
Andrews to slump down to the canvas. The crowd wildly applauds Andrews' guts in staying in there.] 

JS: Travis Cade getting back to his feet, looking down at Andrews. Jaiden's
on his stomach, trying to get to the ropes... maybe hoping to get out of the
ring for a breather. 

TM: Cade's blocking his path though... Jaiden can't get past him. 

[Cade suddenly drops down, _driving_ his knee into the back of Andrews'
neck, sending a groan through the crowd.] 

JS: The Natural with a very methodical style. There's no rushing... no
racing to the next move. He takes his time... he does lots of damage... and
he's dominating Jaiden Andrews at this point of the match. 

[Referee Longfellow immediately shouts at Cade, trying to get him up as he
kneels on the injured neck of Andrews.] 

TM: Come on, Dick! Get him off of Jaiden! 

JS: Cade's just kneeling on the neck... all his weight forcing pressure down
on the neck! Travis Cade's wearing him down. 

[Suddenly, Longfellow grabs Cade by the arm, pulling him off the downed
Andrews.] 

JS: Yeah! Dick's right in there to force a break! 

TM: Cade's glaring at him... he wasn't happy about that at all. 

JS: Jaiden's using this to get to the ropes, trying to get out of there...
but now he's pulling himself back to his feet. 

[The Rumble Pro rep shoves the referee aside, moving in on the injured
Andrews from behind.] 

JS: Andrews hanging onto the ropes, trying to stay on his fe- 




"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 




JS: Oh! Forearm to the back of the neck! 




"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 




JS: More shots to the neck! He's working over the neck something fierce,
Todd. 

TM: And you've gotta believe he's thinking about the Cavalcade 2.0. He
already got one guy to tap out to it tonight... if he locks it on Jaiden in
the center of the ring, you've gotta think it's over. 

JS: Side waistlock... he lifts! 

[And _dumps_ Andrews down on the back of the head and neck with a
belly-to-back suplex!] 

JS: Down on the neck! 

[Flipping Andrews onto the back, Cade throws himself on top of Jaiden,
tightly cradling the leg.] 

JS: Lateral press! 

ONE!! 











TWO!! 

[But it's far too early to get the pinfall, Andrews kicking out with
relative ease.] 

JS: Not yet. Jaiden Andrews has plenty of fight left in him. 

TM: Cade does too unfortunately for Jaiden. He grabs him by the wrist,
pulling him up to his feet. 

[Cade executes an armtwist, holding Andrews at bay by the wrist... and then
yanking him towards the Natural.] 

JS: Oh! Short-arm shoulderblock to the arm! 

[The Rumble Pro rep repeats the process... over... and over... and over...
and over... and over... and over. Finally, he releases Andrews, the PWR rep
staggering away cradling his arm.] 

JS: And you must be right, Todd. The crossface works the arm and the neck... the two areas that Travis Cade is going after. He's got a very solid, very clear gameplan. 

TM: So far, he's executing that plan to perfection, Steggs. 

JS: He certainly is. He pulls Jaiden back up by the arm again and- 

[The crowd groans in unison as Cade executes a judo throw, using the
leverage on the arm to throw Andrews down to the canvas... 

...before seamlessly applying a cross armbreaker!] 

JS: JUJIGATAME! HE'S GOING FOR- 

[But the fans breathe a sigh of relief as Andrews loops his feet over the
bottom rope, forcing another break.] 

JS: Too close for Jaiden Andrews, Todd. 

TM: Cade was looking to get that cross armbreaker applied... looking to
dislocate the elbow of Jaiden Andrews and end this match right here and
right now. We've all heard about him training in Mixed Martial Arts as of
late. And now we've seen that newfound prowess in action. 

[Breaking the hold, Cade quickly gets back to his feet as Andrews pushes up
to all fours... 

...and gets kicked in the back of the neck!] 

JS: Oh come on! 

TM: That's legal, Steggs... completely legal. Travis Cade's doing what he
needs to do to win this match. You can not fault him for that. 

JS: It was a cheap shot though. Admit that. 

TM: Jaiden would have done the same thing if he was in that position. 

[Another hard kick to the neck puts Andrews back down to the canvas before Cade hauls him up to a vertical base by the hair.] 

JS: Both men back to their feet. 

[A boot to the gut doubles over Andrews, allowing Cade to double underhook the arms... and snap him over with a butterfly suplex.] 

JS: Another nice suplex. Cade's really showing off his arsenal in this one.
He knows a thousand different ways to toss you around the ring and we're
seeing most of them right now. 

TM: I think he wanted to bridge on that one but lost his grip. He's right
back to his feet though. 

JS: Oof! Stomp to the gut! That one sits up Jaiden Andrews. 

[Which is precisely what Cade was looking to do as he sits down on the back
of Andrews' neck, reaching down to hook a foot and pull up on it.] 

JS: STUMP PULLER?! 

TM: I haven't see this done in years, Steggo! 

JS: Cade's using a stump puller to try and submit Jaiden Andrews, doing
further damage to that already battered neck. Andrews is trying to find a
way out... but he's- 

[A cry of pain interrupts Stegglet as Cade pulls up harder on the foot,
further wrenching the neck of his opponent.] 

JS: Jaiden's trying to fight it! Trying to hang on! 

[Longfellow drops down to his knees, asking Andrews if he wants to quit...
if he wants to give up his chance to be the J*STAR Crown Champion. Andrews
screams "NO!" loud enough to get a huge pop from the fans... and to cause
Cade to break the hold.] 

JS: Cade stands up, breaking the hol- 




"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 




JS: Ah! A kick to the back! 




"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 




JS: Sweet Jesus! 

TM: Cade's pummeling him relentlessly! A brutal series of kicks to the spine
of his opponent and Jaiden Andrews needs to find a way to get out from under the offense of Travis Cade. 

JS: Jaiden's back down on the mat... crawling away from Cade... crawling to
the ropes. 

[But before Andrews gets there, Cade leaps into the air... _driving_ his
knee down into the back of Jaiden's neck again!] 

JS: Another kneedrop to the neck! Just a brutal, brutal assault on Jaiden
Andrews by Travis Cade. The Natural is doing so much to take Andrews down and keep him softened up for whatever he wants to do next. 

TM: Cade drops down to a knee next to Andrews. 

JS: Oh! Three quarter nelson... also known as the cravate! 

[On his knee, Cade torques the neck of Andrews against the grain, trying to
put further stress on it.] 

JS: A lot of pressure on the neck... Jaiden's up to his feet, trying to find
a way out of this hold. Oh! Elbow to the gut... another one! A third! 

[But before he can break free, Cade simply increases the pressure, bringing
another cry of pain up from Andrews.] 

JS: Well, that's one way to block an escape. 

TM: A very effective way too. 

JS: Cade hanging on to the cravate... 

[And suddenly hurls Andrews up and over head, using the cravate to get the
proper leverage. Big pop!] 

JS: Impressive suplex by the Natural. It takes a lot of skill and strength
to use that suplex. 

TM: Andrews is down on the mat... and Cade drops down there with him,
pinning his wrist to the canvas. 

[With Andrews' arm stretched out, Cade leaps into the air and _drives_ his
knee down on the bicep of his opponent!] 

JS: Oh! Kneedrop to the arm! That arm is just getting pummeled by Travis
Cade, fans. I don't know how much longer Jaiden Andrews can go and continue getting this kind of punishment. 

[Still leaning over Andrews, Cade drives knee after knee after knee after
knee into the arm.] 

JS: Just a brutal assault. Travis Cade is pulling no punches in his attempt
to win the J*STAR Crown. And he may be just moments away from doing it,
Todd. 

TM: Jaiden Andrews has taken relentless punishment from Cade almost since
the opening bell. He _needs_ to get on offense. He _needs_ to avoid more
punishment. And he needs to do all of that very, very soon. 

JS: Cade pulls him back to a sitting position. 

[With his right arm, Cade bars the injured arm of Andrews... and with his
left, he hooks the head of Andrews, pulling the opposite direction.] 

JS: Ahhh! An armbar plus a neck crank?! 

TM: What a stretch! Cade's stretching the arm and neck... not to mention
everything in between. 

JS: Andrews is being stretched out... screaming in pain. This kid is being
bent in every possible direction here tonight. Travis Cade is showing him
exactly what it feels like to be punished. 

[Andrews loudly denies Longfellow's request to submit... and Cade slips his
grip on the arm.] 



"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 




JS: Forearms to the chest! Cade is just punishing this guy. 

TM: We've talked torture... we've talked brutal... we've talked punishment.
And there's not a lot more we can say, Steggs. Travis Cade is doing all of
those things and then some to Jaiden Andrews. You can see red welts all over Andrews' body. His body is being bent, twisted, stretched, god knows what else. 

JS: He's taken a tremendous beating so far... but he's tough as hell and
continues to fight. Cade hooks the arm again... stretching him out even
more. That arm has to just be hanging on by a string. 

[Cade can be heard yelling, "Give up! End the pain!"  

And Andrews can be heard replying...] 

"KISS MY FUCKING ASS!" 

[MASSIVE POP!] 

JS: Uhhhh. 

TM: Sounds about right. 

[An irate Cade's eyes go wide... and Jaiden Andrews instantly regrets it.] 




"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 




JS: Ah! Palm strike to the ear! 

[Cade's a blur of motion as he throws strike after strike.] 



"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 
"WHAAAAAAAAAP!" 



[A barrage of slaps and palm strikes to the head... usually to the ear...
sends the crowd into a roaring frenzy. Cade finally stands up, allowing
Andrews to slump to the mat in a heap.] 

JS: That was... my god, that was ugly. 

TM: Travis Cade just went right after the injured head. If Jaiden didn't
have a concussion before, he may have one now. That was just... it was
savage, Steggs. I don't know any other way to describe it. And maybe Jaiden
had it coming... but... well, shit. 

JS: Jaiden Andrews is covering up, trying to protect himself from any
further punishment... but I don't know how much good it'll do him. 

[Cade stands motionless, glaring at Andrews who tries to stay away from
him... 

...and promptly gets kicked in the skull.] 

JS: Man. 

TM: The referee may need to look into stopping this thing, Steggs. I'm not
sure Jaiden Andrews can defend himself any more. He's barely moving... maybe not even at all. 

JS: Another head kick! 

[The second kick causes Andrews to roll over, ending up out on the apron
where the camera zooms in to show a stream of blood coming from his ear.] 

JS: Oh... god. 

TM: His ear is bleeding... and my god, I can only hope that blood is coming
from the outside and not the inside. If he's suffering bleeding from inside
his ear, that means there's something very, very wrong. 

[Referee Dick Longfellow drops to a knee, checking on Andrews... but gets
shoved aside as Cade reaches over the ropes, pulling Andrews up to his feet by the hair.] 

JS: Cade hooks him... belly to back from the outside in?! 

TM: He lifts! 

[But at the peak of the lift, Andrews somehow manages to slip free, landing
on his feet behind Cade.] 

JS: Andrews slips out... dropkick! 

[The vertical dropkick connects with the back of Cade's head, sending him
toppling over the ropes and down to the concrete floor below! Big pop!] 

JS: Finally! Finally, Jaiden Andrews gets a chance to breathe! Finally
Jaiden Andrews gets in some offense and turns the tide in this match. 

TM: Cade went all the way over the top and down to the floor. 

JS: Andrews stumbles across the ring... leaning against the far ropes...
trying to suck some wind into his body. Travis Cade is already starting to
recover though... starting to get back to his feet... 

[Andrews sprints across the ring, dropping down to the mat... and scoring
with a baseball slide kick.] 




"CLAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!" 




JS: TO THE RAIL!!! Travis Cade goes flying back into the rail! 

[Climbing to his feet outside the ring, Andrews stands on the apron for a
moment... waiting for Cade to regain his feet... and then leaping into the
air, springing off the middle rope.] 

JS: MOONSAULLLLLLT! 

[MASSIVE POP!] 

JS: JAIDEN ANDREWS SCORES WITH THE ASAI MOONSAULT!!! 

TM: He's turning thing around, Steggs! Jaiden's starting to get the momentum
on his side. He's turning the tide in his own favor and he's taking control
of this match. 

JS: Andrews drags himself to his feet... reaches down to get Cade. 

[But as he pulls Cade off the floor, the Natural buries a right hand into
the midsection of his opponent. He quickly grabs two hands full of hair...
and uses that mane to _hurl_ Andrews back into the railing!] 




"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" 




JS: The back of his head... the back of his neck _driven_ into the steel
railing! Good lord! 

TM: I take back everything I just said... because just like that, you can
stop momentum on a dime and turn everything around. Travis Cade felt it
slipping away and reasserted himself in a big way. 

JS: Andrews' head and neck... man, he's taken a lot of punishment. 

[Leaning against the rail motionless, he's an easy target as Cade plants a
couple hard boots into his arm before dragging him to his feet and rolling
him back into the ring.] 

JS: Andrews back in... Cade right in behind him... and he's- Todd, what the
hell is he doing? 

TM: He's going up to the middle rope! 

JS: Jaiden Andrews is barely moving and- NO! 

[Cade leaps from the midbuckle, _driving_ his knee down into the back of
Andrews' neck! Huge mixed pop!] 

JS: Ohhhhh my! 

TM: Right down to the neck... right down... Steggs, we need to have Dick
check on him. He had that flurry of offense but right now, he's just taking
a horrific beating. 

JS: The middle rope kneedrop stops his movement completely... and Cade-
camel clutch! 

[The crowd roars as Cade sits down on the back of his opponent, pulling back on his chin.] 

JS: This might do it! He's cranking the neck back... trying to force a
submission! 

[Longfellow dives down to the mat, asking Andrews to submit.] 


"NO!!!" 


JS: Everyone hears it, Todd. This kid... I don't know if it's possible to
make him quit. Travis Cade might have to rip his head from his body. 

TM: Don't give him any ideas. 

[Dick again asks for the submission.] 


"AHHHH! FUCK NO!" 


[The crowd roars for Andrews, clapping in unison... trying to inspire
Andrews back to his feet... trying to cheer him out of the hold.] 

JS: These fans are rallying behind Jaiden Andrews! They know they need to
help him out! They need to get this kid up and fighting! They need to drive
him to the next level! 

[Andrews starts kicking his feet, trying to pull his knees underneath him so
that he can stand. With both arms, he reaches back to hook the legs of his
opponent.] 

JS: He's trying to get up! 

TM: This is amazing! 

[Longfellow asks once again.] 


"AHHHHHHHHH!" 


[And with the loud bellow, Andrews climbs to his feet... pauses... 
...and _dives_ backwards, slamming Travis Cade to the canvas! Huge pop!] 

JS: HE'S OUT! HE ESCAP- 

[But the cheers quickly vanish as Cade slaps on a rear choke!] 

JS: What?! CHOKE! 

TM: Cade countered the counter! 

JS: He's got a rear choke on Jaiden Andrews! He's trying to choke out Jaiden
Andrews and win this tournament! 

[Desperate to avoid the chokeout, Andrews pushes up with his feet, rolling
backwards to force Cade's shoulders to the canvas.] 

JS: ONE!!! 

















TWO!!!! 




















THR- 

[Cade suddenly releases the chokehold, allowing himself to get his shoulder
off the mat. Huge disappointed pop!] 

JS: That was close, Todd! Very close! 

TM: Travis Cade almost lost track of the count. He was so absorbed in trying
to get the chokeout victory, he almost pinned himself. We talked about
situations like that earlier and we almost saw it happen. 

JS: Jaiden trying to beat him to his feet... 

[But again, Cade rocks him with a kick to the skull before he can get up,
knocking Andrews back down to the mat.] 

JS: And just like that, Andrews chance to get on his gameplan is lost.
Travis Cade beats him to his feet and delivers a brutal kick, laying him out
on the canvas. Lateral press! 

ONE!! 




















TWO!! 






















TH- 


[Again, Andrews manages to slide a shoulder up off the mat, breaking the pin
attempt.] 

JS: Travis Cade may be just trying to win the match... but I'm getting very
concerned about Jaiden Andrews' physical wellbeing, Todd. Those shots to the head are doing more and more damage. 

TM: Andrews is a warrior. He refuses to stop fighting. 

JS: But what about- 

TM: We can't worry about that now, Steggs. He won't give in... so if Cade
wants to put him down that way, he'll have to knock him out cold. 

JS: I don't think he's opposed to doing that, Todd. 

TM: I guess we're going to find out. 

[Cade pulls a limp Jaiden Andrews up by the hair, yanking him into a double
underhook... 

...and takes him down with a butterfly suplex!] 

JS: Nice su- he rolls through it... still holding the double underhook...
right back up to his feet. Maybe a rolling butterfly? I've never seen that
done befo- 

[The Natural indeed lifts Andrews off the canvas again... 

...but this time, he _spikes_ him skullfirst into the canvas! The crowd
groans in unison!] 

JS: DOUBLE UNDERHOOK IMPLANT DDT!!! 

TM: That might do it. 

[Cade drops down across Andrews, tightly hooking both legs.] 

JS: ONE!!! 




















TWO!!! 























THR- 

[HUGE POP!] 

JS: Jaiden gets the shoulder up! This kid is amazing, Todd! Amazing! 

TM: He's in the fight of his life... and he absolutely refuses to stay down.
I'm so proud of him right now, Steggs. This kid _is_ the spirit of the
Revolution! 

JS:  He's up to all fours... trying to regain his fee- ohh!  Big legdrop
down across the back of the neck... and Travis Cade continues to work over
the arm and neck of Jaiden Andrews in this battle to crown the first J*STAR
Crown Champion.

[Leaning over, Cade drags Andrews up to his feet by the hair, turning him to
face away...

...and brings his arm up into the back of Andrews' neck with a European
uppercut!]

JS:  Oh!  European uppercut to the back of the neck!  

TM:  I'm not sure I've ever seen that done before.

JS:  Another one... and that on sends Andrews face first into the corner.
Travis Cade staying on him too... moving right back in behind him.

[Hooking Andrews around the waist, Cade hoists him up and deposits him
sitting on the top rope.]

JS:  Andrews gets set up top... and Cade's going up there with him!

[The Natural steps up to the middle rope.. and promptly catches a back elbow to the nose, staggering him.  The crowd roars as Andrews continues to fight, throwing elbow after elbow... turning on his perch...]

JS:  Oh!  Headbutt by Andrews!  He's fighting with everything he has...
desperate to avoid whatever Travis Cade has up his sleeves.

[Cade fires back with a forearm shiver to the base of the neck.]

JS:  Another hard shot by Cade!  This is a war!

[Andrews is dazed by the forearm, allowing Cade to step back up to the
middle rope... where he gets another elbow to the jaw.  A hard headbutt to
the eye socket sends Cade falling backwards, crashing down to the canvas.]

JS:  Down goes Cade!  Jaiden Andrews fought him off!

[And the Revolutionary steps up, standing on the top rope facing away from
the ring.]

JS:  He's up top!  He's poised!

[Andrews hurls himself into the air, corkscrewing as he flips in a full
somersault...

...and _crashes_ down across the midsection of a shocked Travis Cade!  Huge pop!]

JS:  PHOENIX SPLASH!  PHOENIX SPLASH!!

ONE!!!



















TWO!!!



















THR-

[HUGE DISAPPOINTED POP!]

JS:  Cade slips the shoulder up!  The Phoenix Splash was on target but it
wasn't enough to keep the Natural down for a three count.

TM:  Uh oh!  Check out Cade!

[As Andrews rolls off of the Rumble Pro representative, we see Travis Cade
in very visible pain, clutching his injured ribcage.]

JS:  It looks like Jaiden Andrews may have struck a serious blow to Travis
Cade's chances of winning this tournament, Todd!  He hurt the injured ribs!

TM:  He certainly did.  And look at the pain that Cade is in... he can
barely move.  He's still lying on the canvas.

JS:  But Jaiden Andrews is up... Andrews pulls himself up with the ropes.

[Spotting the injured Cade holding his ribs, Andrews throws his body into
the air, crashing down across the ribcage of the Natural!]

JS:  Senton!  All his weight down on the ribs!

[Andrews rolls off of Cade again, the Natural still clutching his body in
pain.]

JS:  Jaiden Andrews is building momentum!  He's turning the tide... and this
badly injured kid is heading for the ropes.

[Rubbing his neck as he walks, Andrews slowly begins climbing the ropes,
visibly favoring his arm as he tries to pull himself to the top rope.]

JS:  It's taking too long, Todd!

TM:  That injured arm is slowly him down.  He was trying to pull his tired
body up the ropes but-

JS:  CADE'S UP!

[And the Natural, grimacing in pain, quickly scales the ropes to where a
surprised Andrews is standing.  Cade snags a double underhook...

...and _hurls_ Andrews almost the entire distance of the ring, crashing down
to the canvas with a butterfly superplex!  Massive mixed pop!]

JS:  My god!  My god in heaven!

TM:  He threw him the entire distance of the ring, Steggs!  Almost all the
way to the damn floor!

JS:  From one corner all the way to the other!  But Travis Cade can't take
advantage of it... he hurt his back and ribs falling from the top rope as
well.  That move took a lot out of him too.

TM:  Lucky for Jaiden.  Cause if Cade could get up right now, I think he has
this match won.

JS:  You may be right.  Jaiden Andrews has barely moved since hitting the
canvas... and that couldn't have been good for his shoulder and neck, Todd.

TM:  Not at all.

JS:  Cade's crawling across the ring now... trying to make some kind of
cover.  Trying to take advantage of Jaiden Andrews' prone position.

[The fans grow louder, attempting to rally Andrews to his feet before Cade
reaches him.  The chant begins,]



"JAI-DEN!"   "JAI-DEN!"   "JAI-DEN!"




"JAI-DEN!"   "JAI-DEN!"   "JAI-DEN!"




"JAI-DEN!"   "JAI-DEN!"   "JAI-DEN!"


[Andrews, pumping his arms, regains his feet just as Cade manages to do the
same.]

JS:  Both men up!  Andrews with a forearm shot!  And another!  And another!

[The series of forearms staggers Cade, nearly flooring the Natural, who
somehow manages to stay on his feet as Andrews lets loose a primal scream.]

JS:  FOREAR- oh!  Boot to the gut!

[With Andrews stunned, Cade quickly hooks him, hoisting him into the air...

...and _planting_ him headfirst to the canvas with a fishermanbuster!  Huge
mixed pop!]

JS:  Oh!  Oh!  That's gotta be it!

[A dazed Cade collapses to the mat, throwing an arm across Andrews' chest.]

JS:  ONE!!!

















TWO!!!
















THR-

[MASSIVE POP!]

JS:  He still can't get him!  Jaiden Andrews is showing the kind of fighting
spirit that legends are written about!  Jaiden Andrews refuses to stay down!
Refuses to lose!

[Getting up to his knees, Cade quickly attempts to hook a crossface.]

JS:  CAVALCADE!  HE'S GOING FOR THE CAVAL-

[Feeling the hold being applied, Jaiden Andrews rolls away from the
entanglement, grabbing the ropes with one arm to pull himself up...

...just as Travis Cade charges across the ring.]

JS: CLOTHESLI- 

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

JS:  BACKDROP TO THE FLOOR!!  BACKDROP OVER THE TOP ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR BELOW!!!

[An exhausted Andrews leans against the ropes, sucking air into his body as
his foe lies motionless on the unforgiving concrete doing the same.]

JS:  These two men are giving it everything they have, Todd... absolutely
_everything_ in their bodies to win this match, this tournament, and this
honor.

TM:  Jaiden knows how close he is... he knows he's on the verge of winning
this whole damn thing.  All the physical torture he's been through tonight... all the mental anguish of getting to this time... this place.  This is the moment he's been waiting his entire career for.

[Sucking down the pain, Andrews sprints across the ring to the far ropes.
He rebounds back at top speed as Cade regains his feet... and hurls himself
like a dart between the top and middle ropes, flipping as he sails through
the sky...

...and _slams_ into a dazed Travis Cade, knocking him to the floor before
landing on his feet!]


JS:  TOOOOOOOOOOOOPE CON HILOOOOOOOOOO!!!

[DEAFENING POP!]

JS:  Jaiden Andrews is feeling it!  He's feeling the moment and he knows
this is his chance... his opportunity to put Travis Cade away!

[Andrews pulls the stunned Cade off the floor by the arm and _fires_ him
towards the wooden rampway.]




"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!"




JS:  Spinefirst to the ramp!  Cade's ribs and back are just shooting flames
of agonizing pain through his entire body!

[Andrews leans over, slapping the concrete with both hands as he cocks his
arm back.]

JS:  He's set!  He's ready!

[Cade staggers away from the rampway, right towards a spinning Jaiden
Andrews.]

JS:  ROLLING ELLLLLLLLLLLBOOOOOOOOOW!

[The spinning elbow comes up empty as Cade ducks underneath the strike...

...and uncorks one of his own!]

JS:  LARIAAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[Which is ducked as well!  But this time, Jaiden Andrews hooks Cade as he
goes by.]

JS:  What the-?!  

TM:  The ramp!

[Andrews forces as much strength into his injured arm as possible, lifting
Cade off the floor...hurling him up and over his head...

...and _right_ into the wooden ramp!  DEAFENING POP!]

JS:  EXPLOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIDAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!

[The crowd roars for what seems like an eternity as both men lie flat on
their backs on the concrete floor, chests heaving as their bodies struggle
to find new life.]

JS:  An incredible suplex on the floor.  Travis Cade's spine hit the wooden
ramp... then he slumped down right on the back of his head and neck!

TM:  Both of these guys are hurting bad.  I don't know how the hell Jaiden
managed to lift him up with that bad arm.  That was amazing, Steggs.

JS:  Both guys are down... and it looks like referee Dick Longfellow is
about to lay a double count on them.  

TM:  No!  Don't do that!

JS:  He needs to make sure they can both continue in the match.  This has
been a brutal, brutal war between two very tough competitors.  At some
point, it has to end, Todd.

TM:  But not like this.  Don't let this tremendous battle end like this.

[Longfellow counts slowly... very slowly.]

"ONE!"








"TWO!"









"THREE!"











"FOUR!"













"FIVE!"






[A dazed Jaiden Andrews sits up, his hand instantly shooting to cradle his
injured neck.  He looks around a bit shellshocked, glancing up at the
counting official who encourages him to get back into the ring.]







"SIX!"












"SEVEN!"


[Andrews pulls himself off the floor with his good arm, turning to the
ring...

...and then turning back to Travis Cade.]

JS:  What the hell?!

TM:  He doesn't want to win this way, Steggs!  Jaiden Andrews is showing the ultimate display of sportsmanship!




"EIGHT!"










"NINE!"


[Andrews reaches down, dragging Cade back to his feet... and physically
pushing his dead weight back into the ring before climbing up on the ring
apron himself.]


JS:  Whew.  A sigh of relief all over the building as no one... and I mean,
no one... wanted to see the match end like that.

[Andrews slowly pulls himself to the second rope... then finally up to the
top...]

JS:  Jaiden Andrews is up top!  He's gonna fly!

[And with no regard for his body, Andrews hurls himself through the air,
pumping his arms and legs...]

JS:  FROG SPLASH!!!

[DEAFENING POP!]

JS:  HE NAILS IT!  HE NAILS IT!! 

TM:  That's it!

JS:  ONE!!!


















TWO!!!



















THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!











NO!  NO!!

[The crowd roars with a mixture of shock and derision as Longfellow thrusts
two fingers to the air.]

JS:  Oh!  It was only two!  It was only two!

TM:  I thought it was over, Steggs!

JS:  I think everyone did!  Jaiden Andrews hit the frog splash, right down
on those injured ribs... and he came so close... soooooo close!

[A frustrated Andrews slaps the canvas... and pushes himself up with one
arm, slowly hobbling towards the turnbuckles.]

JS:  Jaiden's going up top!

TM:  Again?!  Come on, kid!  Don't get flashy!  

JS:  Andrews steps out to the apron... and starts the long, long climb yet
again.  He's been through so much pain... so much agony... and yet he
continues to fight.  He knows he could be one big move away from winning
this whole thing.

TM:  He's on the second rope... having incredible trouble scaling the ropes.
He can't get there... he just can't get up the-

[Andrews gets a foot up on the top rope, ready to step up to his perch
again...

...but Travis Cade has other ideas, forcing himself to his feet.  He
staggers towards the corner, looking to upend Andrews and crotch him up
top.]

JS:  Cade's going to counter!  He's moving in to-

[But before the Natural can reach the corner, Jaiden Andrews leaps into the
air with a front flip...

...snaring the head of Cade between his legs and _snapping_ him over with a
superquick hurracanrana before reaching back to tightly cradle both legs.]

JS:  THE SOMERSAULT RANA!!  

TM:  HE CALLS IT CELESTIAL PHENOMENON!!!

JS:  ONE!!!!



















TWO!!!!





















THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-


[DEAFENING SHOCKED POP!]


JS:  NO!  NO!  NO!

TM:  I can't believe it!  Travis Cade kicked out again!

JS:  All match long we've talked about the guts of Jaiden Andrews... about
his ability to seemingly kick out of everything.  But now it's Travis
Cade... it's Cade kicking out of the frog splash... out of the Celestial
Phenomenon!  Now it's Travis Cade who refuses to lose this match... this
tournament... this honor!

TM:  Both of these men want to win this match so badly... they both want to
be the J*STAR Crown Champion!

[Andrews gets to his knees, slapping the mat in utter frustration before
climbing back up to his feet...

...and ripping off his kneepad!  Deafening pop!]

JS:  You know what that means!

TM:  He's backing to the far corner... waiting for Cade to rise... waiting
for him to-

JS:  TO A KNEE!!

[As Cade pushes up to a knee, Andrews sprints across the ring towards him,
springing off the bent knee...

...and coming up completely empty as Cade sidesteps, hooking Andrews in
mid-air...

...and taking him down into the Cavalcade 2.0!]

JS:  CAVALCADE!  HE HOOKS THE CROSSFACE!!!

[The crowd _erupts_ in a deafening mixed pop as Cade scissors the arm with
his legs while hooking his hands together and pulling back, wrenching the
neck as much as possible.]

JS:  He's got it locked in!  They're in the center of the ring, Todd!

TM:  This is what Travis Cade has worked all match for.  All the work on the
arm... on the neck... all of that was to set up this moment!

JS:  Andrews is clawing the mat, trying to find some way out of this hold...
trying to maybe get to the ropes in some way possible!

[Andrews stretches with his arm... trying to wrap his fingers around the
bottom rope.]

JS:  He's still a couple feet away!  He's inching closer and closer...
trying to get there... trying to grab the ropes and force a break.

TM:  But Cade is pulling back hard... he doesn't want to let it happen... he
wants to end this thing right here and now.

JS:  Andrews has that arm pumping... reaching... stretching...

[But the fans grow quiet, concerned as the arm slows... nervous as it starts
to drop.]

JS:  The pain may be too much for him, Todd.  After all that punishment to
the neck... to the arm... it might finally be too much for him.

TM:  This kid has nothing to be ashamed of, Steggs.  He's fought harder than
men who've been in the business twenty years!

JS:  He's so close!  Just a few more inches and he'd be at the ropes.  He's
just a few inches away from breaking the hold.

[The arm slows to nothing... and then drops to the mat.  Dick Longfellow
drops down flat on the mat, screaming for Andrews to respond.]

"Jaiden!  Do you give up?!"

[But Jaiden Andrews does not respond... lying in silence.]

JS:  He's not responding!  Dick Longfellow may need to stop the match, Todd.

TM:  I wouldn't be able to blame him... not one bit.  Andrews isn't moving
at all.  He's just... man, I think we're done.

[Longfellow yells as loud as possible.]

"IF YOU DO NOT RESPOND, I WILL STOP THE MATCH!"

[But there's no response, Jaiden Andrews flirting with unconsciousness.  The
referee leaps to his feet, ready to call for the bell...

...but sudddenly, there's life!]

JS:  His arm!  His arm is up!

[Enormous pop!]

JS:  JAIDEN ANDREWS ISN'T DONE YET!!

[And with one final surge of strength...]

JS:  HE GOT IT!!!

[DEAFENING POP!]

JS:  Jaiden Andrews grabs the rope!  He grabbed the bottom rope... and
Travis Cade is forced to break the hold.

[A stunned Cade gets back to his feet, questioning Longfellow who shrugs his shoulders, pointing to Andrews and miming the arm being lifted.]

JS:  Dick's telling him that Jaiden got the arm up... somehow, that kid got
the arm up to keep the match from being stopped!

TM:  I don't- man, I don't know how he did it.

[Showing signs of frustration, Cade kicks the bottom rope in anger and
reaches down, pulling Andrews off the mat by the back of the tights.]

JS:  Waistlock!

[The crowd buzzes as Cade drags Andrews near the corner, running him
chestfirst into the buckles...

...rolling back into a reverse rolling cradle...

...and keeps going!]

JS:  He's going for a German!  If he hits this, it's ov-

[But as he attempts to suplex Andrews into the canvas, the PWR
representative backflips out, landing on his feet behind a shocked Cade.]

JS:  He lands on his feet!  Andrews counters-

[Cade sits up on the mat, turning to face as he pushes up to a knee...

...exactly what Jaiden Andrews was hoping for!]

JS:  SHINING WIZARD!!  SHINING WIZARD!!!

[The crowd _explodes_ as Andrews springs off the bent knee, _obliterating_ the face of his opponent with a knee strike.

Barely able to go any further... fighting total exhaustion... Jaiden Andrews
collapses.

Right on top of Travis Cade.]

JS:  ONE!!!!



















TWO!!!!




















THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

[DING DING DING]

JS:  OH MY GOD!!  OH MY GOD!!

[The roaring crowd nearly drowns out Ken Graham... but for those of you who can hear.]

KG:  Your winner of the match... and the J*STAR CROWN CHAMPION...

JAAAAAAAAAIDEN ANNNNNNNNNNNDREWWWWWS!!!

[DEAFENING POP!]

JS:  Jaiden Andrews has done it!  He's beaten Travis Cade!  He's won the tournament.  He _is_ the J*STAR Crown Champion!  And on this night, he is the hero of the people of Los Angeles!

TM:  What a match... what a victory.  This is what the J*STAR Festival is all about.

JS:  The locker room is emptying... here comes Horo Atashi... El Hijo Del Diablo... Billy Bodeen... almost everyone that's been on the show so far tonight.

[The ring quickly fills with people celebrating the big victory... but they part to allow Travis Cade room to walk across the ring...

...and shake the hand of the winner!  Massive pop!]

JS:  What a show of class by Travis Cade!  On this night, Jaiden Andrews was the better man... but there'll be another night for Travis Cade, you can bet on that.  Todd Michaelson... your thoughts?

TM:  A sold-out crowd at an event I promoted on their feet cheering a warrior who works for my promotion?  Yeah.  I can live with this.

JS:  It's a party in downtown Los Angeles and this is only the beginning!  Fans, for Todd Michaelson, I'm Jon Stegglet... we'll see you tomorrow night!

[The scene is chaotic in the ring, Jaiden Andrews up on the shoulders of El Hijo Del Diablo and Horo Atashi.  Fans are cheering... fellow wrestlers are clapping.

Yeah.  It's J*STAR, baby.

See you tomorrow night.

Fade to black.]