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Pro Wrestling Revolution Presents "Sunday Bloody Sunday" November 28, 2004 - Jewish Community Center 1. Tag Team Showcase The Towel Boyz vs The Falcon Brothers 2. The Skull vs Bling Bling Beaumont 3. Lord William Whitecross vs Cabana Boy X 4. Kendrick Lane vs City Jack 5. SouthWest Lucha Libre Cibernetico Tag Match 6. Calisto Dufresne/Matthew Yates/Pure X vs Matthew Judas/Travis Cade/TBA 7. Mascara Contra Caballera Juvenil Infierno vs Takuya Nobu 8. Cage Match Crusher Tyler vs Jaiden Andrews *************************** [We fade in from black to a generic PWR backdrop. Crusher Tyler stands there, a lot more slender than what we've grown accustomed to. He's lost some weight but still retains the muscle definition. He doesn't seem to be too eager to be here. He seems rather annoyed with the prospect'of having to stand here and speak. But, he's always been'one to share his opinion.'Tyler just stares at the camera.] CT: Don't be scared, Jaiden. Be confident. Your life is ahead of you son. There are so many things out there for you to succeed in. Janitor... waiter... garbageman.... all respectable occupations. [chuckles] CT: But wrestler... contender? Those aren't in the realm of possibility for you. See I've allowed you to live in your world of dreams and aspirations. I've allowed you to build yourself up, and put yourself on a high pedestal. You've built that confidence, you've entered a state of mind that wont allow you to realize truth anymore. And now, I'm going to shatter everything you've grown to know. [smirks] CT: Oh how I've enjoyed watching you these last few months, thinking and believing in yourself. Pushing for your goal.. god damn, its been fucking amusing. How bad do you want it, Jaiden? How bad do you want to beat me and set yourself up to be in line to fight for the title? HOW FUCKING BAD DO YOU WANT IT!? [Tyler pauses looking at the camera.] CT: Bad enough to crack my skull in? Bad enough to drop me in my place? Bad enough to stop the most dominating force in the PWR? That bad, Jaiden? [looks away and just shakes his head] CT: This is your chance. I haven't avoided you, Jaiden. I just pick my times. I pick my places. I feel like a broken record when I say it, but I do what I want, when I want. Learn this. Accept this. So when you look back at what went wrong and how things just fell apart so quickly right in front of you, you will remember that I warned you. You will remember that I told you exactly what was going to happen to you and your world of dreams. You will remember that Crusher Tyler is the baddest mother fucker that you have ever met and he rocked your fucking world... not once... but twice. I showed you who the king was and made you my bitch. Now, behind four walls of steel, it will most certainly be a bloody sunday, Jaiden. From corner to corner, your blood will be spilled and smeared across every inch of steel erected. A steel tomb for Jaiden Andrews.. the man who fucked with the Ace... and died trying. [looks down] CT: Will that be written on your headstone, Jaiden? "He died trying?" [shakes his head] CT: Sad. But a life of miscues and runner ups, well they don't mean shit to me. I see one thing Jaiden, and that's me beating the ever living piss out of another punk. Straight and simple. It became personal.. but it will end like business... and your ass will be done. Stop me. Please. [And with that, we fade to the interior of the Los Feliz Jewish Community Center in Hollywood. It's a rabid crowd made up of the People of the Revolution, cheering their asses off as "Sunday Bloody Sunday" by U2 rocks the PA. We can see our usual Pro Wrestling Revolution ring in the middle of the chaos. Rows upon rows of steel chairs fill the makeshift gym... look! You can even see the unused basketball backboards up against the wall. It's indy sleaze at it's finest. But wait! What's this? Yes, my friends. We've got steel barricades between the fans and the ring. PWR's movin' up in the world, baby! The cheers grow louder as PWR Play By Play man Jason Dane and ring announcer Melissa Cannon bust through the curtain, walking down the aisle to kick off the biggest night in PWR's short history. Dane steps up on the apron clad in black slacks and a bright orange PWR t-shirt. He helps Melissa up, dressed in her usual blue jeans and tied off PWR shirt, before sitting on the middle rope to allow her easy access to the ring. Dane steps in behind her, grabbing the house mic from a ringside fan.] JD: Welcome one and all to the biggest night to date for Pro Wrestling Revolution, SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY! [BIG POP!] JD: Since Day One here in PWR, we have had two feuds rage since our very first show. And tonight, those two feuds will come to a big end here in Hollywood! [The cheers grow louder.] JD: Of course, I'm referring to our huge double main event. First, we'll see Juvenil Infierno and Takuya Nobu collide in a Mascara Contra Caballera match! [HUUUUUUUGE POP! And for the first time, you can tell that the Latino population in the crowd is in much bigger numbers than usual. It's all about the lucha libre, baby.] JD: In addition to that, we will also see Crusher Tyler take on Jaiden Andrews.... INSIDE A STEEL CAGE!!! [MASSIVE POP! The camera pans through the crowd, the fans going nuts as they're reminded exactly why they're here in Hollywood on this night.] JD: It'll be the very first time that PWR has put on a cage match... and we think it'll be one for the ages, fans. We've got both of those matches plus so much more. Don't forget the big six man tag as the Pacific Champion, Calisto Dufresne teams with Matthew Yates and the Spirit of the Revolution tournament winner, Pure X to take on Matthew Judas, Travis Cade, and a MYSTERY PARTNER! [Another big pop! These fans are jacked, baby.] JD: We've got all that and a lot more so let's get right down to it. It's time for our open- [But just as happened last month at Uncle Jesse Was A Moonshiner, "Into The Pit" by Fight starts up to a big mixed pop from the PWR faithful and a look of shock/annoyance from Jason Dane. The crowd buzzes as former M-DOJO student Ben Waterson strides through the curtain. He's sporting a black "SoCal Strong Style" t-shirt as he rolls under the ropes, glaring at Dane wordlessly until the PBP man addresses him.] JD: Well, Ben... for the second month in a row, it looks like you've decided you have something to say to the PWR fans. You've decided to interrupt- [Waterson snatches the mic out of Dane's hand.] BW: Lemme stop you right there, son, before you say something you regret and make me do something _I'll_ regret. ["OHHHHHH!" from the fans. Dane backs away, letting Waterson take center stage.] BW: Don't get your panties in a twist, Dane. I'll make this one short. Where's the fucking camera? [Waterson looks around a bit, spotting a cameraman on the apron. He strides over to the young man, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him into the ring.] BW: I want every person in the locker room. Every person watching this on DVD. I want them all to look into my eyes and know deep in their fucking core what I'm saying is real. [He pulls the camera closer so that it's just inches from his face.] BW: He's coming. [And with that, his cold eyes lock on the camera for an instant more... before he shoves the cameraman aside and makes his way through the ropes to exit the ring. A stunned Jason Dane steadies the cameraman before retrieving the mic from the canvas.] JD: Well, fans... I said it last month and I'll say it again. Never a dull moment in the Revolution! Before I turn the mic over to Melissa, I've got an announcement to make. You all know that for weeks, we've been saying that the Towel Boyz would be here tonight to make their PWR debut. Earlier today, we got word that they did not show up at the airport. [A scattering of boos go up, disappointed at the no-show.] JD: Obviously, we'll be offering refunds at the door for the next ten minutes if anyone feels that's reason enough to leave. But I highly encourage you to stick around to see what we've got for you here tonight. The match with the Falcon Brothers obviously had to be changed due to the no-show so let's turn things over to Melissa Cannon and see what we've got. It's all yours, Melissa. [Dane bows deeply as he hands the mic to the ring announcer and makes his exit, dropping to the floor and walking back towards the makeshift announce booth constructed near the entryway.] MC: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. ["Separate Ways" by Journey starts up to a mild reaction from the crowd.] JD: Whew. Excuse me, fans, while I catch my breath here for a moment. [The curtains part to reveal Shane Falcon and Ken Falcon Jr. Both are sporting bright blond hair, tanned physiques, and yellow boots with white trunks. In fact, they look very similar to one another with Shane having a little bit of a size advantage.] JD: The Falcons made their debut last month in Santa Ana taking on Shannon Stokes who'll be representing PWR in that big SWLL match later tonight and Bling Bling Beaumont who is in the unenviable position of facing The Skull. They came up short in that one but they're hoping to put themselves on the winning track here tonight. [The two twin brothers make their way down the aisle, slapping the occasional hand before stepping up onto the apron where Ken slingshots over the ropes while Shane steps through.] MC: And their opponents... [The crowd begins to buzz as a bright yellow and blue spotlight hit the entryway thanks to a clever lighting tech putting a filter over the blinding bright lights being used to light for video.] JD: Get ready for a blast from the past, fans. ["Dark Side of the Moon" by Pink Floyd begins as the curtain sweeps open to reveal a redheaded woman who appears to be in her late 20's/early 30's... but damn, she still looks pretty good as she takes a few steps down the aisle. A handful of fans in the crowd erupt at the sight of her.] JD: It's Skye! For those of you new to the wrestling world, Skye was a very successful manager in the EMWC in the mid-90's as she led her charges to lengthy Television and Tag Team Titles reigns. And if she's here... [The curtain parts again to reveal her team for this match.] JD: The Eclipse! We've got former EMWC World Tag Team Champions here tonight! I haven't seen these guys in _years_! The fans are buzzing... they don't know what they're seeing. A lot of these fans probably don't even know who they are! [Solar is dressed in a yellow mask and tights and has a burning sun tattooed on his back. Lunar is dressed identically except with a blue mask and tights and has a crescent moon tattoo. Both are slightly overweight, obviously not keeping in the best of shape in their years off... but looking better than most.] JD: Solar and Lunar, former EMWC Tag Team Champions are here to battle the Falcon Brothers... and for those of you with a love for history, you should know that Luke Falcon and Chris Falcon, the uncles of Ken Jr. and Shane, had many brutal wars with the Eclipse back in 1997, I believe. [Ken Jr. and Shane have huddled in the corner to try and plot some strategy as Solar and Lunar tug the ropes, trying to loosen up for what is possibly their first match in seven years.] MC: Introducing first... they hail from Las Vegas, Nevada... at a combined weight of 490 pounds... Ken Junior... Shane... THE FALCON BROTHERS! [The cheers are slightly louder for the Falcons this time as the fans realize they're not about to cheer for some old, broken down hasbeens.] MC: And their opponents...they hail from the... [Melissa does a doubletake]... the Dark Side of the Moon.... they are accompanied by Skye and are former EMWC World Tag Team Champions... SOLAR... LUNAR... THE ECLIPSE! [Big mixed pop... the cheers more for Skye than anyone else you'd have to imagine. Solar and Lunar lean back in the buckles, wondering if they've bitten off more than they can chew as they wait for referee Steve Stevens to ring the bell and bring the match to order.] JD: This should be a very interesting match and quite the contrast in there. On one side of the ring, you've got a rookie team in only their second professional match taking on a veteran squad who hasn't had a match in around seven years to the best of my knowledge. The referee with some last words for both teams... and we're going to see Ken Falcon Jr. starting things off with Solar. [The bell rings as Solar edges out from the corner, obviously wary for his return match. Ken Falcon Jr. senses the nervousness, sprinting from the buckles... ...and scoring with a dropkick to the chest that knocks Solar back into the ropes.] JD: Ohh! Big dropkick by Ken! [The younger Falcon kips back to his feet.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" [The big chop blisters the chest of Solar as Falcon grabs for his wrist.] JD: Irish whip by Ken... ohhh! Running clothesline takes Solar down to the mat! [And the fans start to get on the case of the veteran team.] "WHERE'S YOUR WALK-ER?" clap clap clapclapclap "WHERE'S YOUR WALK-ER?" clap clap clapclapclap "WHERE'S YOUR WALK-ER?" clap clap clapclapclap [An irate Skye screams at the ringside fans who let her have it right back as Ken Falcon Jr. pulls Solar back to his feet before cracking his jaw with a few hard forearms to the side of the face.] JD: Ken Falcon Jr. having no trouble with Solar yet... big whip... [And as Solar rebounds, Junior shoves him up into the air and leaps up, driving his feet into the chest of Solar with a dropkick as Solar plummets back down towards the mat.] "OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: Incredible move by Ken Falcon Jr.! [Falcon rolls to his knee, extending his arms and waving for the cheers of the fans. Shane Falcon extends his hand, calling for a tag which Ken is quickly happy to supply.] JD: Shane Falcon coming in... a double team on the way? [Shane Falcon sprints across the ring, cracking Lunar with a forearm shot that knocks him off the apron and down to the wooden floor below. Ken Falcon Jr. peels Solar off the mat, hoisting him into a fireman's carry lift.] JD: Fireman's carry by Ken Falcon Jr... maybe a DVD coming up? [But Shane drops to a knee allowing Ken to shove Solar out of the fireman's carry, sending him crashing gutfirst across the bent knee.] JD: Oh! What a shot! [Shane Falcon hoists up Solar out of the gutbuster... ...then brings him right back down across the knee!] JD: Good grief. Look at the power of Shane Falcon! [Falcon climbs to his feet, pulling Solar up by the mask... and hoists him up in a bearhug before charging into the buckles, crushing Solar right by his tag team partner. Shane Falcon steps back, pointing at Lunar.] "TAG HIS FUCKING HAND!" [The crowd roars at Shane Falcon's intensity then grows louder as Lunar tags himself into the ring, racing across and uncorking a spinning leg lariat that knocks Shane Falcon back a few steps.] JD: Lunar with a spark of offense! Right back up... dropkick sends Shane back again! "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" JD: OHHH! Superkick to the jaw knocks Shane back into the corner! HERE COMES LUNAR! [The former tag team champion runs up the chest of the stunned Shane Falcon in a tiger wall climb... ] JD: Wall climb... to a rana! [But Shane Falcon's having none of that as he steps from the corner, holding Lunar high in the air... ...and violently driving him down to the canvas! Big pop!] JD: POWERBOMB!! OH MY! [Shane Falcon hangs on to the thighs of Lunar, hoisting him up into the air again... ...and making the tag to Ken Falcon Jr. who leaps to the top rope. Shane backs into the corner allowing Ken to hook Lunar in a hangman's neckbreaker position... ...and leap from his perch, snapping Lunar down in a hangman's neckbreaker off the top rope as Shane powerbombs Lunar down to the canvas! DEAFENING POP!] JD: HOLY SHIT!!! THE FLIGHT OF THE FALCON!!! [Ken scampers into a cover as Shane stampedes across the ring, levelling Solar with a leaping shoulderblock that sends him flying off the apron to the floor.] JD: ONE! TWO! THREE! [DING DING DING] MC: Your winners of the match... THE FALCON BROTHERS!!! [And for their first time in PWR, the Falcon Brothers get a standing ovation for their dominance over the Eclipse. The camera catches a glimpse of Skye staring at the two young rookies, completely ignoring her fallen charges at ringside.] JD: Ken Jr. and Shane with a tremendous showing here tonight and you'd have to think that would almost guarantee them a- whoops. More on that later. [With her eyes still locked on the Falcons, Skye slowly backs down the aisle to make her exit, leaving her injured wrestlers behind as they struggle to get to their feet and make their exit.] JD: Fans, we'll be right back with our next match. But for now, let's go backstage where I understand we've got one of our special guests here tonight standing by! [We cut to the locker room area where former EMWC and LWC competitor "The Outlaw" Bobby Taylor is standing with occasional PWR backstage helper Jon Keeton.] JK: Thanks Jason. Bobby, it's been a long time. Welcome to the Revolution! [Taylor, clad in a pair of black jeans and a black "OUTLAW. PERIOD." t-shirt with his trademark Stetson cracks a grin.] BT: It's good to be here, JK. I've been sittin' at home for almost a year now since Grand Isle closed its' doors again... just waitin' for somethin' interestin' to catch my eye. [Keeton interrupts.] JK: Is PWR that "something interesting"? [Taylor chuckles.] BT: I guess that's what I'm here to find out tonight, Keeton. Todd's been on the phone with me a couple times... talkin' 'bout Blackwater Bart... talkin' about Brody Thunder... talkin' 'bout Tex Violence. [Taylor rubs his chin.] BT: Those are just pipe dreams though, Keeton. We all know that ain't happenin'. But what might be happenin' is this ol' Outlaw needin' some money. And there's no better way to do it than to kick ass and cash checks. [Keeton speaks again.] JK: To be honest, Bobby... PWR's been all about the workrate. That's... well, to be nice... that's not exactly your strong suit. ["The Outlaw" chuckles again, looking down at Keeton.] BT: Nope, I'm not your luchador... I'm not about the Strong Style. I'm just an ol' cowboy who likes to beat people up. I'm fond of swingin' chairs... I'm happy to crack a skull... I like the sound of a table breakin'. PWR's not about that... I get that. [Taylor pulls the Stetson off his head, revealing some pretty nasty scar tissue he's "accquired" over the years.] BT: But people change, JK. Things change too. [One last smirk.] BT: Maybe we'll get a chance to see what'll change first. [Keeton looks at Taylor quizzically.] BT: Take it easy, Jonnie. I've got some action to watch. [And with that, "The Outlaw" Bobby Taylor disappears from view as we fade back to ringside where Melissa Cannon is ready to go again.] MC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. [The fans immediately begin to jeer as the ominous tone of "Anonymous Skulls" by Martin, Medeski, and Wood cranks out from the arena loudspeakers.] JD: Here comes the big man! [The aisle curtain parts as the masked monolith enters the arena to a chorus of boos. THE SKULL, garbed in his typical ring apparel: his signature black mask with white skull emblem, full black singlet, black ring boots, and padded gloves, triumphantly raises a fist into the air, drawing another round of jeers from the crowd. With a scowl, The Skull begins working his way towards ringside, ignoring the outstretched hands of the fans.] JD: This monster made his debut last month at Uncle Jesse and absolutely destroyed Simon Moore. Both men were hoping to impress the suits enough to make the roster... and it looks like The Skull has earned a second match at least. [Inside the ring, The Skull lumbers to the second turnbuckle, climbs it, and begins jawjacking with the fans. As the music fades and the houselights are raised, The Skull remains atop the turnbuckle, glaring and pointing at the fans before bounding down and preparing for action. Suga Free's "Cool" starts up to a huge pop from the PWR faithful who have quickly fallen in love with the man about to step through the curtain.] JD: Listen to the ovation for this rookie... this kid just a couple months out of the M-DOJO. [The curtain parts as Bling Bling Beaumont comes pimp walkin' through the curtain. His huge afro is immediately noticeable as he stops to run a pick through it before continuing down the aisle. The fans cheer his every move as he head down the aisle, a brass topped cane tucked under his arm as he stops to dance every bit. He pauses to eye a young lady in the front row before hopping up on the ring apron, tossing the cane into the referee before leaping to the top rope and back somersaulting to his feet inside the ring where he does a quick spin before dropping down in a splits.] JD: Good grief. Look at the Skull. I don't even think he realizes Beaumont's in the ring with him. He's just staring straight ahead across the ring... not moving a bit. [Melissa Cannon retakes the mic to make the introductions.] MC: Introducing first... he hails from Parts Unknown... standing 6'5 and weighing in at 343 pounds... THE SKULLLLLLLLLL!!! [The monstrous beast raises a meaty arm to the air, drawing more boos from the crowd... which he promptly ignores.] MC: And his opponent... from Carson, California... standing 6'2 and weighing in at 210 pounds... BLING...BLING...BEAAUUUUUUUUMOOOONNNNNT!!! [Massive pop!] JD: These fans love them some Bling Bling. Referee Steve Stevens will be in the middle of this one... and he's giving the Skull a few words of warning before calling for the bell. This one's underway! [The Skull immediately walks across the ring, trying to corner Beaumont who is still playing to the crowd.] JD: Look out, Beaumont! [But before the big man can attack, Beaumont drops down on all fours, crawling between the legs of the Skull and quickly getting to his feet, leaping into the air to score with a standing dropkick as the Skull turns around.] JD: Standing dropkick by Beaumont. He needs to use his speed, his quickness. Both of those things will be very important if he wants to stand a chance with the Skull. [Beaumont pops up to his feet, rearing back.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [A big chop across the chest gets the crowd going a bit as Beaumont grabs the Skull by the arm.] JD: Irish whi- the Skull hangs on! Pulls on Beau- OHHHHH! [A huge reaction from the crowd as the massive Skull yanks Beaumont into a short-arm clothesline, leaving him writhing in pain on the canvas.] JD: Goodness. What a shot that was. Of course, when you're dealing with someone the size of the Skull... every blow is going to do some major damage. [Lending credence to that, the Skull leaves his feet and buries an elbow on the small of Beaumont's back.] JD: Even a simple elbowdrop is a big deal when three hundred plus pounds is behind it. [Climbing to a knee, the Skull grabs two handfuls of hair, pulling Beaumont back.] JD: Ahhh! Come on, referee! [The ref quickly counts the Skull, forcing a break.] JD: The Skull slowly back to his feet, pulling Beaumont back up as well... and shoves him back to the corner. [With Beaumont hanging onto the ropes to stay on his feet, the Skull quickly moves in, driving his shoulder into the ribcage of everyone's favorite pimpin' machine.] JD: Back him out of the corner, ref. [Referee Steve Stevens moves in, trying to do exactly that as he lays a count on the Skull ,forcing him to back away... ...but he lunges back in, slamming a back elbow into the jaw of Beaumont!] JD: Goodness! The Skull's getting a chance to show more of his mean streak here tonight... and now he's dragging Beaumont out of the buckles by the hair. Big whip... Beaumont off the ropes... [The Skull stampedes towards him with a clothesline, but again Bling Bling Beaumont slides through his legs before popping back up to his feet.] JD: DISCUS CLOTHESLI- my god! The Skull staggered back a bit but he did not fall! The Skull would not- [Big pop!] JD: STANDING DROPKICK! It's a thing of beauty and it just sent the Skull toppling over the ropes and down to the wooden floor here in the Jewish Community Center! [And as Beaumont regains his feet, the crowd goes crazy, realizing he's about to take things to the next level.] JD: Beaumont's heading up top! He's climbing the ropes... looking for something big here. The Skull crawling back to his feet... BEAUMONT!!! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" [The crowd _erupts_ as Beaumont somersaults off the top rope, crashing down onto a stunned Skull! Beaumont shakes off the effects of the dive while trying to get the Skull off the floor, shoving him under the ropes into the ring.] JD: He's got the Skull back in... and now he's going up top again, fans! What's he got in mind now? [With the Skull showing no signs of life, Beaumont does a somersault off the top rope... ...and brings his leg crashing down across the Skull's throat! Huge pop!] JD: SOMERSAULT LEGDROP!! A cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! TH- [Disappointed pop!] JD: The Skull slips the shoulder up! He's not done! [Beaumont slaps the canvas while stepping out to the apron, waving his arms for the Skull to climb up to his feet.] JD: Beaumont may be going for that springboard leg lariat. He's been practicing it in the Dojo... and our fans in Mexico saw him execute it last week in Tijuana. He's waving for the Skull to rise... dying for him to get back to his feet... [Slowly, the behemoth rises and Beaumont quickly leaps into the air, springing off the top rope.] JD: WHO'S YO' DADDY?! [The crowd explodes as the springboard spinning leg lariat cracks the Skull in the back of the neck!] JD: HE NAILED IT! HE NAILED IT! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [DEAFENING DISAPPOINTED POP!] JD: The Skull kicks out! It's not over yet! [A frustrated Beaumont slaps the mat in frustration before climbing to his feet, scaling the ropes again as the Skull slowly pushes himself off the canvas.] JD: HIGH CROSS BOD- CAUGHT BY THE SKULL!! THE SKULL SNATCHED HIM OUT OF THE AIR!! [And brings him down across his knee.] JD: OHHH! Backbreaker by the Skull! [But he's not done as he hangs on, climbing back to his feet... ...and in one motion, tosses Beaumont into the air before slamming him down to the canvas with a Samoan Drop!] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: What the-?! What the hell was that?! [With Beaumont downed on the canvas, the Skull hooks a crossface hold.] JD: THE CROSSBONES! HE CALLS IT THE CROSSBONES! [And pulls back as far as possible on the head and neck of Bling Bling Beaumont... ...who promptly taps out.] JD: He taps! [DING DING DING] JD: The fans booing... they really were hoping Bling Bling Beaumont could pull off the upset tonight but it wasn't to be. And look at the Skull, glaring down at the rookie. [The Skull glares at Beaumont... then to the camera where he points to his waist.] JD: The Skull has made no secret about it. He wants the title. He wants the Pacific Title... that's the only reason he's here. And if he has many more matches like this one, you've gotta think he may be in line for a shot at that title very, very soon. Fans, let's go backstage where one of the participants in tonight's big six man tag had some comments for us earlier tonight. (Scene opens up backstage at the Hollywood Jewish Community Center. A PWR banner fills the background, as "the Prophet" Matthew Judas arrives in the camera's view, complete with the return of the dark hooded "Prophet" robe. Judas motions at the camera.) JUDAS: I am going to make this short and to the point, and not try to use long words so the California blond champ, his illiterate lackey, and the sinner can understand it. (Judas snickers.) JUDAS: So, Calisto, Yates, X, have you truly thought about who could potentially be my mystery partner? Or are you so caught up in your own overinflated egos to not realize just who I could possibly get as my partner? Chew on this in your feeble minds for awhile...think about the man who trained me for this sport, "the Missouri Tiger" Matt Tiegs. Think about all the wrestlers he's come in contact with in his near ten year career in the sport. Add to that the wrestlers his father, the legendary Hall-of-Famer, J.D. Tiegs, has contacts with. Quite a lot of people, especially if you add in the Todd Michaelson factor. If I truly wanted to, I could have an EMWC legend down here quicker than you could strike a lightning bolt from the heavens. If I wished, I could have someone who would love to destroy your dreams. Between Tiegs and Michaelson, I was presented with many options that would truly knock you three down a few pegs on the PWR adder. (Judas looks at the PWR banner, and swings his head back, swinging his hood off in one motion, and our favorite "Prophet" looks really, really intense [I'm talking more intense than Chris Benoit here, guys].) JUDAS: But, I went outside that box. I went with someone that NO ONE truly knows or realizes that I could be bringing in. NOT EVEN my trainer, my mentor, my friend, Matt Tiegs, knows who I've brought to destroy three men who have been nothing but cowards who will not truly face their fate. That patron saint of wrestling is here. in town. right now. Just waiting, for when the bells ring, not even your "personal Jesus" will be able to save you from the destruction that will befall you. Pray my opponents, because HE will not have mercy on you... nor shall I. (Judas returns his hood to the familiar position, and walks off the set, as we fade back to ringside.) MC: The following match is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. # ALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHA # [The traditional Hawaiian greeting quickly makes way for the strains of Rupert Holmes' one and only hit, "Escape (The Pina Colada Song)" As the fans turn their attention towards the aisle, a very excited, and very eager looking youngster comes bursting through the curtain decked out in a technicolor Hawaiian shirt. His arms extended to slap the hands of the fans, the masked grappler quickly sprints down the aisle towards the squared circle and dives underneath the bottom rope. Never missing a beat he lunges to his feet, leaps to the second rope, and then vaults backwards to the center of the ring with a twisting backflip, tthrowing his arms into the air in "Tah-dah" fashion. Anxious to get to action, he backs into a neutral corner and kicks off the wicker slippers that adorn his feet. It's go time.] JD: Cabana Boy X came out here last month and made a plea to PWR officials to give him a second chance... and then had quite the heartfelt promo recently on the PWR website. He seems ready to make an impact here in the Revolution... but one man is standing solidly in his way. And that man is Lord William Whitecross. [In nothing that even resembles a stark contrast to most PWR intro themes, the aggressive strains of Armored Saint's "Symbol of Salvation" begins to duly spit forth, heralding both a healthy mixed crowd reaction, as well as introducing the arrival of two figures at the end of the walkway. Accompanied by Miss Victoria, a curvaceous brunette clad in a figure-hugging business suit, 18 year old Lord William Whitecross makes his way to the squared circle; his mood seemingly every bit as black as the ring attire that lies beneath his unfastened red and blue satin robe.] JD: And here comes the blueblood... the young cousin of former World Champion Gabriel Whitecross. But he certainly acts nothing like Gabe. Gabriel Whitecross was a gentleman... a sportsman. His cousin is nothing more than a pompous bully. He brutally assaulted Cabana Boy X last month in a situation that had nothing to do with him at all. He wanted to make an impact and he certainly did. [Wielding his brass topped cane with great familiarity, this slim but well-toned athlete of brown/blonde-tinted hair then contorts his sneer of 'high brow' distaste further, before effortlessly sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring proper. He leaves his lovely assistant by the apron and rids himself of his superfluous apparel. The young cousin of the iconic "Era of Defiance" is now prepared for his upcoming test.] JD: This will be our first chance to see Lord William in the ring... and you've got to wonder just what we can expect out of him. We know he's been training in the Dojo for quite some time... but he hasn't gone through any of the matches like Shannon Stokes and the Falcons have. Lord William thought himself too good for that and wanted to make a debut in his own personal way. That kind of attitude has ruffled a lot of feathers in the PWR locker room... and oddly, even in locker rooms across the world. We've heard from quite a few competitors who wanted to come to PWR and teach this kid a lesson. Hopefully Cabana Boy X will teach him some humility. [Referee Patrick Rodriguez gives both men a few last words and calls for the bell to begin the match.] JD: Here we go! This one is underway! [Whitecross arrogantly strides from the corner, glaring at the masked Cabana Boy X, waving for him to join him in the middle of the ring.] JD: Lord William Whitecross is inviting Cabana Boy X to tie up with him. And from the rumors I hear, Whitecross is quite accomplished in his mat wrestling technique. cbX would be wise to avoid this lockup, I think. [But the masked man, showing no fear, quickly engages in a collar and elbow tieup with the M-DOJO rookie.] JD: Our first lockup of the mat- quick gobehind by Whitecross. [And showing off some strength, the Oxford native hoists Cabana Boy X off the canvas, dumping him chestfirst down on the mat with a waistlock takedown... ...and then simply backs away, a smirk on his face.] JD: Whitecross takes him down... but he doesn't follow up on it. He didn't drop down on him, try to lock him up... try to submit him. Very odd. He seems happy just to have taken him down. [A surprised Cabana Boy X pulls himself off the canvas, glaring at the grinning Brit.] JD: And if you could see his face through that mask, I bet he's more than a bit confused at what Whitecross just did. It seems like Whitecross could have really tied him up there. [Outside the ring, we catch Victoria with a large grin on her face as Whitecross edges back to mid-ring and waves cbX out again.] JD: Here we go again. Whitecross standing tall, arm tucked behind him... waiting to see what Cabana Boy X will try to do now. [cbX edges out from the ropes, lunging into a tieup... but Whitecross drops low, hooking his opponent behind the knees and tugging the legs out from under the masked man.] JD: Double leg takedown! Nicely done by Whitecross! [This time, Whitecross takes things a step further by stepping across cbX's leg, bending the masked man's leg across his own.] JD: Stepover toehold applied by Whitecross... that's odd. It doesn't look like he's putting any pressure on it. [Cabana Boy X easily sits up, not screaming in pain or anything as Whitecross leans down to look at him, a smirk across his face.] "SLAAAAAAP!" JD: Oh! He slapped the masked man across the face! He nearly slapped the mask right off his damn head, fans! [An irate Cabana Boy X swings wildly, trying to escape the hold but Whitecross simply laughs at him... ...then breaks the hold on his own, stepping back from his opponent.] JD: I think William Whitecross is just playing mind games with Cabana Boy X... maybe trying to send a message to the rest of the roster about how skilled he is on the canvas. Maybe he wants men like Pure X and Travis Cade to know they're not the only ones who spend as much time on the canvas as Rembrandt did. [Cabana Boy X springs to his feet again, this time immediately charging Whitecross... ...who simply sidesteps the charge with a drop toehold, taking his opponent down to the mat hard.] JD: Cabana Boy X may be letting his emotions get the best of him. He's fired up... ready to do whatever it takes. But Whitecross is so calm, cool... he's just taking the fight to cbX without any effort. He's letting the battle come to him. [The Oxford native leans back in the buckles, sneering at Cabana Boy X as he gets back to his feet. The masked man coldly glares at his opponent... then outside the ring where Victoria is happily applauding.] JD: Whitecross' "personal assistant" seems to be enjoying herself much to cbX's dismay. And Whitecross even seems to be enjoying a chuckle. It's like... he thinks he's too good for this. He thinks he's that much better than Cabana Boy X that he can just toy with him like this. I don't- [The crowd erupts into cheers as Cabana Boy X whistles at Victoria to get her attention... and promptly starts wildly thrusting his hips in her direction.] JD: Hehehe. [With the fans cheering wildly, Victoria's jaw hits the floor in shock at cbX's lewd actions... ...and an irate William Whitecross grabs cbX from behind, spinning him around...] JD: Whitecross is ira- [Pop!] JD: Right hand by cbX! And another! And a third! And a fourth! And- [The crowd erupts as Cabana Boy X leaps into the air, snaring Whitecross' head with his legs... ...and snaps him down to the canvas with a rana! Big pop!] JD: YEAH! Cabana Boy X is fighting back! He's fighting his kind of match and he's taking the fight right back to Whitecross! [Whitecross quickly regains his feet, charging towards the masked man... who snaps him down to the mat with an armdrag.] JD: Ohh! Deep armdrag by Cabana Boy X! Whitecross back up... and gets taken right back down! Cabana Boy X is using his speed and quickness edge to take down Whitecross. [The Brit gets back to his feet, charging across... ...and getting taken right back down with a beautiful overhead armdrag that causes Whitecross to finally roll out to the floor to try and regroup.] JD: Whitecross bails out! Cabana Boy X sends him outside the ring... and Victoria helping her employer back to his feet. Look out! [Cabana Boy X sprints across the ring, sliding under the ropes to hook Whitecross' head with his legs... ...and taking him down to the floor with a headscissors! Pop!] JD: Cabana Boy X is on fire! He's got these fans here in the Los Feliz Jewish Community Center fired up... they know how badly he wants to win this match! [Down on the wooden floor, cbX batters Whitecross with punches. Nearby, Victora screams at the masked man, begging him to get off of her employer.] JD: Good grief, Linus. Can someone shut her up? [The crowd roars as the Hawaiian grappler climbs to his feet... and begins walking towards a surprised Victoria who slowly starts backing down, trying to get away from him.] JD: Cabana Boy X is going after Victoria! What's he going to do?! [Victoria lifts her well-manicured hands, begging off as she backs further and further away in her high-heeled shoes.] JD: She's trying to get away from him! He's got his fists clenched. I don't like her screeching voice but I in no way condone- Whitecross is up! He's up! [But Cabana Boy X's attention is fully focused on Victoria, not noticing William Whitecross climbing back to his feet... ...and charging at the exposed back of cbX.] JD: No! Look out! [Whitecross leaps into the air, driving a high knee into the back of Cabana Boy X, a blow that sends him flying towards Victoria who narrowly dives out of the way as cbX goes hurtling over the steel barricade and into the crowd! Big heel pop!] JD: Whitecross got him! cbX let his focus drift and he paid the price! [Lord William quickly checks on his assistant and then rolls under the ropes into the ring where referee Patrick Rodriguez immediately reprimands him for his assault outside the ring... ...while Victoria grabs Cabana Boy X by the mask and pulls down on his head, pressing his windpipe against the steel railing.] JD: What the-?! Come on, referee! Give me a break! [After a few more moments, she breaks her choke, backing away as Cabana Boy X slumps back over the railing, crawling towards the ring where the referee is putting a ten count on him.] JD: Patrick breaks the count as X climbs up on the apr- oh come on! [Some boos as Whitecross shoves the official aside, reaching over the ropes to grab Cabana Boy X by the hair to pull him to his feet... ...and then bringing him back into the ring with a picture perfect suplex!] JD: Whitecross brings him back into the ring the hard way... and floats over into a cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! [Some cheers as Cabana Boy X pops his shoulder off the canvas, rolling over to his stomach as Lord William Whitecross climbs to his feet, glaring at his downed opponent.] JD: Not enough to keep the spunky masked man down... but- [Whitecross quickly reaches down, hooking Cabana Boy X around the midsection to hoist him up off the canvas... ...and dumps him right back down with a gutwrench suplex!] JD: Whitecross is just throwing him around the ring now with no regard. He's trying to physically destroy cbX. And another quick cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! [Another ovation goes up as Cabana Boy X thrusts a shoulder off the mat. Whitecross glares coldly at Rodriguez before pushing himself back to his feet, driving a few hard boots to the side of cbX's ribcage.] JD: Whitecross is getting annoyed, I think and- ohh! Choke! Ref, that's a blatant choke! Break it, dammit! [Referee Rodriguez is right there to put a count on again... a count that Whitecross ignores until we reach four. He breaks the choke with reluctance... ...then drops a knee down on the skull of Cabana Boy X!] JD: Good grief! Right to the head! [Whitecross sneers at the referee as he climbs back up, reaching down to pull Cabana Boy X up by the mask... ...and blasting him with a European uppercut that sends him falling back into the turnbuckles.] JD: Another brutal shot by Whitecross. Many wrestlers from the UK have a reputation as some very hard hitters and we're seeing that on display from Whitecross here tonight. That European uppercut was one of the hardest I've ever seen... maybe only Travis Cade rivals him in that department and- [Another European uppercut connects, nearly sending Cabana Boy X toppling over the ropes and down to the floor below.] JD: Goodness! What a fierce- ohh! Kick to the gut! Another one! Referee, get him the hell out of there! [A barrage of kicks takes cbX off his feet, dropping him down to a seated position in the corner... ...where Whitecross plants a boot on his throat, strangling the air from his lungs again.] JD: I've- my god, I never anticipated William Whitecross being this vicious in the ring. This is horrific to watch! He's savaging Cabana Boy X in there and I don't like it one damn bit! [As Whitecross breaks his boot choke, he leans down to pull the masked man up... and to deposit him on the top rope.] JD: Uh oh. A superplex perhaps? It certainly looks like that's what he has in mind. Oof! Big right hand the side of the masked man's skull! That oughta keep him there while he scales the ropes. [But as Whitecross steps to the midbuckle, Cabana Boy X blasts him with a right hand... and another... and another... and another.] JD: Yeah! Yeah! Come on, kid! Fight him off! [An irate Whitecross drives his skull into the temple of Cabana Boy X a few times, stunning the spunky Hawaiian.] JD: I think cbX is in trouble here. Whitecross caught him with a trio of headbutts to the side of the head and- here he goes! He's setting for the superplex again! He's- [But again, Cabana Boy X refuses to go quietly, firing a series of hard right hands to the skull of his opponent, trying to fight him off... ...but a jab of fingers to the windpipe ends cbX's rally, leaving him gasping for air.] JD: He's got him hooked! LIFTS!!! [The Oxford native hoists him high into the air, preparing for a delayed superplex... ...but Cabana Boy X flips over the top, landing on his feet on the canvas behind Whitecross.] JD: cbX got out! He got out! [The crowd's cheers grow even louder as Cabana Boy X leaps into the air, connecting with both feet... ...and sending Whitecross plummeting from his perch on the middle rope, crashing all the way down to the wooden floor below! HUGE POP!] JD: OHHHHH MY!!! "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" JD: Dear god almighty! Whitecross went crashing down to the floor... and Victoria better clear out because Cabana Boy X is in the flight pattern! He's up top! Waiting! [And as Victoria helps her employer up, she looks up to see Cabana Boy X hurl himself off the top rope with a cross body.] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: CROSSBODY TO THE FLOOR!!! OHHHHHH MY! Down goes Whitecross! He narrowly missed taking out Victoria as well, fans! She just _barely_ got herself out of the way in time! [Cabana Boy X climbs back to his feet, pulling Whitecross off the hard wooden floor and rolling him back into the ring.] JD: Whitecross back in, trying to regain his feet... and Cabana Boy X is going up top! All of Whitecross' technical skills do him no good when X is going to the air like this! [And as his Lordship staggers up to his feet, the masked man leaps off the top, spinning through the air... ...and _creaming_ Whitecross with a spinning leg lariat that takes him right back down to the mat! Huge pop!] JD: COVER! ONE!!! TWO!!! THR- [HUGE DISAPPOINTED POP!] JD: Ohhh! He almost had him there! [Cabana Boy X tries to stay focused, immediately pulling Whitecross off the mat and whipping him across the ring to the turnbuckles.] JD: cbX fires him to the corner... here he comes! [Pop!] JD: CLOOOOOTHESLINE!!! [Staying in the corner, cbX hooks a side headlock, charging out of the buckles.] JD: BULLDOG!! OHHHH MY! And he covers again! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [Another huge disappointed pop!] JD: He pops the shoulder up again! William Whitecross just barely avoided the three count there and- [Yanking Whitecross off the mat, cbX hooks a full nelson.] JD: DRAGON! No! Whitecross blocks it! Cabana Boy X wants the dragon suplex but Whitecross is blocking it! [cbX breaks his hold for a moment and opens fire.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" [Four hard forearms to the back of the neck softens Whitecross up in cbX's opinion so he reapplies a full nelson.] JD: DRAGON SU- no! Blocked again! Whitecross is refusing to go up for that dragon suplex! "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" [Double your pleasure, double your fun. Eight quick forearms to the back of the neck causes Whitecross to stagger a bit.] JD: cbX shoves him to the ropes... backdr- [But on the rebound, Whitecross buries a boot into the gut of the masked man and quickly double underhooks the arms, taking him up and over with a beautiful butterfly suplex... ...and keeps the double underhook applied as he rolls back up to his feet.] JD: Right back up! What the-?! [Still holding the double underhook, Whitecross hoists cbX off the mat... ...and _plants_ him with a Tiger Driver!] JD: TIIIIIIIGAAAAAAAAAH DRIIIIIIIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THR- [Pop!] JD: And now it's Cabana Boy X refusing to stay down! Now it's Cabana Boy X who won't go down without a fight! Now it's- [Now it's William Whitecross pulling his opponent off the mat by the mask, hurling him chestfirst into the corner.] JD: cbX chestfirst to the buckles... staggers back out... [Huge pop!] JD: COBRA CLUTCH! We saw this at Uncle Jesse! [With the cobra sleeper applied, Whitecross begins spinning him, taking him off his feet... ...swinging ...swinging ...swinging ...swinging ...and finally hoisting Cabana Boy X high overhead and _spiking_ him on top of his skull!] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" [The crowd falls silent from the headfirst impact of the move... even as Whitecross drops into a cover, pressing the bone of his forearm firmly against the masked cheek of Cabana Boy X.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEE!!! [DING DING DING] JD: Good lord, get some help out here for cbX! [Whitecross rolls off of the downed Cabana Boy X, climbing back to his feet and leaning in the corner as PWR officials race to attend to his opponent. Victoria climbs up on the apron, congratulating her employer as they both look on.] MC: Your winner of the match... Lord William Whitecross! [A scattering of boos goes up for the younger Whitecross but most of the crowd stays silent, staring at Cabana Boy X as the PWR officials check on him.] JD: Fans, I think we're going to need to- [Suddenly, Whitecross charges out of the corner, driving a boot into the ribs of a nearby official... then stomping the downed Cabana Boy X.] JD: No! Dammit, somebody needs to stop this! [Whitecross shoves another official down, stomping the upper body of cbX, trying to roll him onto his stomach presumably to expose his neck.] JD: Lord William Whitecross is trying to permanently injured Cabana Boy X in there! He thinks cbX isn't good enough to be in the ring with him and now he wants to make sure it never happens again! [The fans boo Whitecross wildly as he takes a step back. He glares at them all, burning holes through the masses with his gaze.] JD: What the hell? Leave the fans alone, dammit! They did nothing to you! They're doing- [Whitecross suddenly slides from the ring, getting right in the face of a ringside fan who is getting very vocal.] JD: Uh oh. Guys, we need security out here. This could get ugly in a hurry! Can we get some- [Suddenly, the crowd begins to buzz as the curtain parts and someone comes lumbering through it. He's an above average sized white man, with a mop of thick, curly black hair on his head and a bushy goatee. He's got a nasty looking scar on the right side of his face along the jaw linem as well as one above his left eye. His forehead and arms are laden with scar tissue with a permanent black and blue mark on the underside of his left forearm.] JD: Is that-?! I think it is! [The newcomer charges into view, carrying his near three hundred pounds at his top speed towards an unsuspecting Whitecross who is still arguing with the fan at ringside... ...and suddenly finds a jumping forearm shot being driven into his ear, knocking him down on the hardwood floor! Big pop!] JD: That's Zeke Zellner! Zeke's wrestled all over the damn place... LWC, Japan... he's a hell of a brawler, one real tough son of a bitch of a fighter! Zeller has come out of nowhere to- ohhh! He's got Whitecross by the hair, slamming the back of his head into the floor! [Zellner continues his assault for a bit, Victoria screaming for help the entire time. He then climbs to his feet, dragging Whitecross off the floor.] "CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!" [HUUUUUGE POP!] JD: INTO THE RAILING! Thank god we've got some railings this month! Zellner just hurled Whitecross into- what the-?! NOOOOO! [Zellner charges towards Whitecross, scoring with a clothesline that manages to take both men over the railing, dumping them on the wooden floor with a thud at the feet of the People of the Revolution!] JD: Zeke Zellner has this crowd on their feet! They're going nuts as he pummels Whitecross on the floor! [Victoria stands near the railing, screaming for Whitecross to get away from Zellner... and his Lordship definitely gives it a shot, crawling away from the crazed brawler from Hell, Montana, as he looks to get the hell out of Dodge.] JD: Whitecross is wading through the crowd... trying to get the hell out of here. Victoria's screaming for him to hurry... screaming for him to get out of the crowd and out of the building! [She grabs his arm as he gets near, tugging him over the railing... and then helping him through the exit to the building, disappearing out of camera's view as a grinning Zeke Zellner stands amongst the people, soaking up the roars from the crowd.] JD: Good lord! You just never know what's gonna happen in PWR! We've already had a pretty wild night here so far and it's only going to get moreso as the night goes on. Zeke Zellner has shown up here in the Revolution in wild fashion. While we get everything settled down out here, let's go backstage to Jon Keeton again who is tracking down a big running story here tonight... JK? [We cut back to the locker room area where Jon Keeton is standing.] JK: Thanks Jason! When you said I'm chasing down a hot story, you weren't kidding. Everyone who knows anything about PWR knows that Todd Michaelson has been on the hunt for a new M-DOJO trainer since Juvenil Infierno stepped down a few months ago. All rumors end here tonight as we've got it on good authority that Todd will introduce that new trainer right here tonight in Hollywood. [Keeton is walking, the camera following him now.] JK: As soon as that announcement was made, we suddenly found three new names on the guest list for tonight's show. These men have been comped into the show... they've been invited specifically here tonight because they all were strongly rumored at one point or another for the job of Head Trainer. Now, I'm unable to confirm if any of these men have gotten the job... in fact, I can't even confirm if any of them _interviewed_ with Mr. Michaelson for the job. But at this time, I _am_ able to confirm the names of the three men who're here tonight... presumably because of this announcement. [Keeton looks excited... maybe even nervous as he breaks his first major PWR story.] JK: Ready for this? First name on the list... Setzer Van Strife! We all know SVS real well. He's a former EMWC Tag Team Champion. He's wrestled in most of the major promotions in this sport and is a very accomplished competitor. However, we also know that he's one of the trainers for the new NEO Fights school... the training ground for NEO-Pro wrestling. This would seem to take him out of the running for the job. But the rumors have persisted despite that. Could PWR be attempting a major coup by stealing the trainer from NEO's new school? [Keeton grins widely... conspiracy theorist.] JK: Or how about the second name on our list... Andrew Tucker! Tucker's also a former EMWC Tag Team Champion... and it's believed the subject was first broached with him several months ago when PWR inquired about using the Santa Barbara native on a show. Of course, since then, he has gone on to compete in the Canada-based UWF. It seems unlikely that he would walk away from a big money deal in the UWF to train at M-DOJO... and it seems equally unlikely that the UWF would allow him to "moonlight" in PWR. But the rumors persist and he _is_ here tonight... however he will not appear on video because of his UWF contract... unless... [Another Keeton smirk. He's just stirring the shit, isn't he?] JK: And finally... another UWF competitor... November! A former Junior Heavyweight champion... he recently moved to Las Vegas for unknown reasons. He's been one of the most rumored competitors to show up in PWR since Day One. Could it finally happen tonight? We understand that he has been released from his UWF contract so all the stars could be aligned. [Keeton pauses, pointing to the door behind him that reads "Todd Michaelson".] JK: Who has got the job? Only this man knows for sure. But by the end of this night... We will all know. With all your backstage news, I'm Jon Keeton. Back to you, Jason. [A big wink from Keeton and we fade back to ringside where we pan past Setzer Van Strife sitting ringside. He smirks at the camera, flashing a quick wave as the camera moves past him several feet to November who is signing some autographs. A young fan nudges him which brings his focus up to the camera. He waves, pointing to a youngster's PWR t-shirt and giving a thumbs up before we cut back to the ring where Melissa Cannon is standing.] MC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. [Melissa lowers the mic as Chet Atkins' version of "Classical Gas" plays as the big Kentuckian strolls out to the top of the aisle to a big pop from the fans. City Jack's dressed in his normal wrestling gear, but what's most important is that the first time in a couple months, there's no metal knee brace. Jack slaps some of the fans hands as he gets to ring, but keeps a serious look on his face the whole time. Once in the ring, Jack shakes the ref's hand and heads to his corner.] JD: The man who in one month's time will do battle for the Pacific Championship for the second time. We still don't know what kind of match it'll be... and probably won't know for a week or so yet. But City Jack is ready for this one and he needs to be. He's recovering from that knee injury... but Kendrick Lane will be looking to reinjure him. Lane has injured three wrestlers in his time here in PWR. Every match he has had has resulted in him chasing someone from the Revolution. Tonight, City Jack attempts to stop that streak. ["Superstar" by Sonic Youth begins to play over the PA system as Kendrick Lane steps through the curtains. He's dressed in a faded'green hooded sweatshirt that reads "HURON HIGH" across the chest along with a pair of'black trunks, and black and white kneepads and boots. He seems to be still taping his fists and he walks down that aisle.] JD: This match should have major implications on the Contender's Ring. It's been reported that City Jack just _barely_ made the Ring for this month. If he had fallen out, he would not have been elgible for the rematch with Dufresne. I do not believe the title shot will be taken from him if he loses here... but he would definitely be in a bad way heading into the match next month. On the other hand, Kendrick Lane's winning streak is putting him on the doorstep of the Contender's Ring. A win here would likely put him in for next month. A good showing might as well... but you know he wants the win. [About halfway down the aisle, he just stops in the middle of the aisle and sort of spaces out to the song, freaking out some of the audience with a trance-like smile plastered across his face. Taking his sweet time, Kendrick actually waits for the song to end, before drawing a microphone from his sweatshirt's front pocket. He takes a few steps forward, his eyes directed straight towards City Jack.] ' KL: Hello, douchebag. ' [Heel pop!] ' KL: You don't know how long I've waited for this moment. Even'in my lowest moments, in my darkest times, the fact that you pinned my shoulders to the canvas back in the Bayou burned away at my soul. It's something that ate away at me every single day. It's something that I've never quite forgotten. ' [Kendrick pauses, biting down on a length of tape and tears it off, spitting it into the crowd. Classy, no?] ' KL: And here we are again...you, the same out-of-shape, rotund blackhole of talent sucking the life out of each and every twinkie that comes your way. And me? ' [He grins goofily, a more familiar look upon his face.] ' KL: Still the most out-of-sight, whacked out superfreak of funkology on Planet motherfudgin' Earth! ' [Kendrick takes a moment to throw out an Elvis-esque kung fu kick before striking a martial arts pose. Meanwhile, the crowd can only= wonder..."Motherfudgin'?"] ' KL:'Down here in California, I've been leaving my mark every time I bothered to make the drive down.'I've broken bones, I've ended careers, and it's still not enough.'I'm leaving every single man that stands in my way without a damn thing left to their name except some shattered hopes, scattered dreams, and that dull ache in their knees from the time they thought they were a wrestler. Still...Still...It's still not enough. ' [Kendrick steps inbetween those ropes, all the while staring straight at City Jack with a hate in his eyes that we've never seen coming from him.] ' KL: Not Cameron's career, not Malibu's knee, not that fool's mask and dignity. Every time I stepped out of that ring, I still felt a little empty inside. Just a little bit unfulfilled. And I wondered..."Why?" But now I know. Staring at you with that bum knee and that same pathetic empty grin plastered on your stupid face, it's all so clear. ' [He laughs, as if he should've known the answer all along.] ' KL: None of them... ' [Kendrick bumps chests with City Jack, lowering his head to stare him straight in the eye.] ' KL: ...were you. ' [His voice becomes bitter, scathing whispers of hate. None of them apparently fazing City Jack one bit, which just seems to further antagonize Lane.] ' KL: I'll take everything away from you. That title shot, that leg, that knee... ' [Kendrick takes a step back...] ' KL: ...and your career! ' [...palming City Jack's face and shoving him back and damn near off his feet! "OH SNAP, IT'S ON NOW!!!" POP! Referee Steve Stevens takes one look at the rage-filled eyes of City Jack and calls for the bell to start the match.] JD: Now he's done it! [The crowd erupts as City Jack dives towards Kendrick Lane, tackling him down to the canvas with a fury. Jack immediately winds up and begins throwing big haymakers at Lane.] JD: City Jack has snapped! All these months of injury... of frustration... of anger. It's boiling over here tonight in Hollywood! [In a sloppy version of an MMA mount, the big Southerner pummels Kendrick Lane for a few moments... ...then suddenly finds himself flipped over onto his back with Lane returning the favor.] JD: Kendrick Lane is sending the message early. He will _not_ be pushed around and bullied by City Jack any longer. That may have worked on the smaller Lane from Grand Isle... but not this one! This Kendrick Lane means business. This Kendrick Lane ends careers! [A few more hard right hands bounce off the skull of City Jack... and then he returns the favor by flipping Lane over onto his back.] JD: And the tide is turned again! These two are beating the hell out of each other already and we're only a few seconds into this thing! Jack's bashing his knuckles into Lane's skull. He's showing Kendrick Lane that he's got a fight on his hands tonight. He's no Johnny Malibu. He's no Kazuo Ishiguro. This is City Jack... the number one contender for the Pacific Championship and the man who in one month's time may be our new champion. [But as Jack prepares to drive another right hand home, Lane somehow manages to flip him onto his back yet again, turning things in his favor.] JD: And back the other way! This is nuts, fans! Now it's Kendrick Lane beating the tar out o- rolled over again! [But this time, Lane keeps rolling through it, somehow managing to roll both men under/through the ropes, dropping down to the hardwood floor in a heap.] JD: Ohhh! Hard off the apron on the wood! That may be the _only_ way this fight would get broken up, fans. These two are out for blood tonight. Kendrick Lane's desperately trying to break into the Contender's Ring while City Jack wants to keep his momentum high heading into next month's big rematch with Calisto Dufresne. [Jack slowly pushes himself to his feet, reaching down to pull Lane off the floor... ...but getting caught in the breadbasket with a quick knee by the Classy One.] JD: Lane to the gut! He caught City Jack off guard with that one. Lane trying to take control out on the floor... whip! [Grabbing the beefy arm of City Jack, Lane _hurls_ him spinefirst into the steel barricade! Big mixed pop!] JD: Into the rails! And it's a good thing we've got railings this month or City Jack would have just been thrown into the seats! [But instead, City Jack is leaning against the railing, his arms draped over it in an attempt to stay on his feet. With his opponent exposed, Lane dashes towards him.] JD: BOOOOOOOOT! [The crowd groans with sympathy as Lane's shoe leather slams into the side of City Jack's face, snapping his head back before causing him to slump down to the floor.] JD: Jack is down... and Lane's staying right on him, dragging him back to his feet. Both men risking a countout being outside the ring like this but with the match being so important to the Contender's Ring, you'd have to imagine the referee will give them a lot of leeway. [Still on the floor, Lane pushes Jack back against the rail again, exposing his chest.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" JD: Oh my! Big chop across the pecs by the Classy One. Kendrick Lane is not backing down one bit from City Jack. He says his losses to Jack in Grand Isle have haunted him since then. This is his first chance at payback since then and right now, he's taking advantage of it. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" JD: Another big chop across the chest... look at the pained look on the face of City Jack. Kendrick Lane is certainly doing some damage with those chops. Oh! And a hard headbutt to Jack. Lane rolls him back into the ring to break the referee's count... pretty long count though. [The Classy One rolls under the ropes, quickly climbing to his feet to move in on his opponent.] JD: Lane back in as well... reaching down to grab Jack by the wrist, pulling him up to his feet as well. Armtwist, putting pressure on the wrist. [Still holding the wrist, Lane tugs Jack towards him, slamming his shoulder into the twisted arm. Jack cringes in pain from the blow... then suffers again as Lane repeatedly drives his shoulder into the bicep and shoulder of his victim.] JD: A little surprising that Kendrick Lane's going after the arm rather than the leg. With Jack's recent knee trouble and Lane's proficiency at using the figure four and the Indian deathlock, I think most assumed he'd be going right after the knees. Maybe Lane decided to go a different direction to catch Jack by surprise. [Still holding the wrist, Lane pulls hard, whipping Jack in one direction... ...and then tugs him back the other way, levelling him with a short-arm clothesline!] JD: Ohhh! Nicely executed short-arm clothesline by Kendrick Lane. He's getting a chance to show some of the power-based offense he's adopted in recent months. [With Jack down on the canvas, Lane drives a few hard stomps into the ribs. A couple more boots find their home on the Southerner's shoulder before Lane leaps into the air, dropping a leg across the chest of his opponent. Still sitting with his leg across Jack, Lane gestures for the ref to count.] JD: Our first cov- one! Two! [But City Jack won't go down that easy, powering out of the pin attempt just at the count of two.] JD: It's going to take a lot more than that to keep City Jack down for a three count, fans. This man knows how important momentum is in this business. If he wants to beat Calisto Dufresne for the Pacific Title next month, he needs to have all the cards on his side of the table. [Lane pushes himself to his feet, grabbing Jack as he does the same and shoves him back into the turnbuckles.] JD: Jack goes to the corner... Lane moving in on him. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" [The duo of chops leave Jack wincing in the turnbuckles as Lane grabs him by the wrist, firing him across the ring with all his strength... ...but at the last moment, City Jack throws on the brakes, reversing whip with a powerful whip of his own which sends Kendrick Lane tumbling _over_ the top rope, crashing down to the hardwood floor below with a crushing thud.] JD: Good grief, Linus! Kendrick Lane just went sailing all the way to the floor... and there's no give on that floor, fans. We can't afford padding on our floors. When you fall to the floor in Pro Wrestling Revolution, you fall to the unforgiving floor! [Lane lies writhing in pain on the floor, reaching back to rub his now-sore back as City Jack drops down to the mat, rolling under the ropes to the floor.] JD: And City Jack's showing a bit of a killer instinct tonight. He's not staying back and letting the fight come to him... he's taking the fight to Kendrick Lane here in Hollywood! [With his rival approaching, Lane uses the metal barricade to drag himself back to his feet, leaning against the steel to catch his breath... ...failing to notice a rampaging City Jack who storms towards his stunned foe, connecting with a huge clothesline that takes Lane all the way over the railing and down to the wooden floor at the feet of the ringside fans!] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: To the crowd! City Jack sends Kendrick Lane into the crowd! A big clothesline by a big man has put Lane head over heels into the fans! [The ringside fans scatter a bit, some trying to clear the path while others try to inch closer to catch a glimpse of what's going on.] JD: Jack's leaning over the rail, grabbing Lane by the hair and dragging him up... ohh! He's choking Lane on the railing! [City Jack continues to vent his frustration, leaning down on the back of Lane's neck, pressing his windpipe against the steel.] JD: He's choking him! Jack's choking the life out of him! The referee's screaming at Jack from inside the ring but I don't think he gives a damn! City Jack's sending Calisto Dufresne a message right here. He's out for blood next month in Santa Ana! [With Lane flailing his arms, trying to get free, Jack slaps on a front facelock... ...and suplexes Kendrick Lane over the railing, bringing him smashing down onto the wooden floor! Big pop!] JD: Goodness! Lane's spine just got adjusted bigtime at the hands of City Jack. A suplex on the hard wooden floor will rattle you to your very core! [Jack slowly rises to his feet, glaring at the downed Lane... ...and buries a boot in his ribs, knocking him over onto his stomach where he drives three hard stomps to the small of the back despite the referee's cries to bring the action back inside the squared circle.] JD: Jack drags him off the floor, shoving him back under the ropes into the ring... and he's crawling in behind him now. The big man's back to his feet and- [The crowd roars to life as Jack lifts his big forearm into the air and slaps it hard.] JD: He's calling for the Metropill! He's gonna try and knock Kendrick Lane's head clean off his shoulders. [With a roaring crowd cheering him on, Jack leans down, measuring... waiting... ...and as Kendrick Lane climbs to his feet, Jack rears back and lets it fly.] JD: METROPIL- [Having felt the move before and knowing what it feels like, Lane deftly avoids it, managing to shock the crowd by muscling City Jack up into a scoop... ...and bringing him down _hard_ across his own knee!] JD: Ohhhh! Big backbreaker by Lane! Where on earth did this guy find the power to do that? City Jack's no light heavyweight in there... although you might not have been able to tell that from his big dive last month in that Captain's Fall match. [Still holding Jack across the knee, Lane climbs back to his feet, powering Jack back up into the air... ...and bringing him down across the knee again!] JD: Good grief! Look at the power of Kendrick Lane! Who would have imagined him being able to physically manhandle City Jack like this? [And somehow Lane powers Jack up again... this time, all the way up over his shoulder where he holds him for a moment before taking a few steps and _planting_ Jack into the canvas with a powerslam! Huge mixed pop!] JD: Whooooa my! Big show of power by Lane! And that's a cover! ONE!! ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' TWO!! [But City Jack pushes a shoulder off the canvas, breaking the pin attempt before the three count comes down to the mat.] JD: Lane couldn't hold him down for three... and he's a little upset about that, spewing some hate in the direction of our official. Looked like a good count to me though. [Lane continues to badmouth the referee as he climbs to his feet... ...and then drives his boot down into the kneecap of his downed opponent.] JD: Ohhh! Right to the knee! And for those who wondered when Kendrick Lane would go after the knee that City Jack had a brace on for many months... I think we've got our answer. He got the big man down... he got frustrated... and now CJ's knee is under assault. Lane's ended a few PWR careers with his leglocks and if City Jack doesn't fight him off, he might end another one. You've gotta wonder what would happen to our scheduled title match then. [A few more hard kicks to the knee cause Jack to sit up, grabbing his leg... and a boot to the chest knocks him flat. Lane smirks as he reaches down to snare the foot, tying City Jack in a spinning toehold.] JD: Figure four! He's going for- [But before he can complete the setup, Jack puts his boot in the rear of Lane, pushing him off with all his might, driving his attacker chestfirst into the turnbuckles! Big pop!] JD: City Jack showing very little fatigue so far. There's been some rumbling that he dropped some weight while rehabbing the knee. It may be unnoticeable to the naked eye but I believe he seems a little more spry and agile. [Quickly back to his feet, Jack charges the exposed back of Lane... ...and spear tackles the small of Lane's back, sandwiching him against the turnbuckles to a huge crowd reaction!] JD: Ohhh! Jack's trying to break him in half! Maybe looking for the Metroboom. You've gotta think ahead inside that ring and Jack knows if he wears down the back of Kendrick Lane, the Metroboom will be even more effective. [But as Lane staggers backwards from the corner, Jack hoists him into the air not with a Metroboom... but with a belly to back suplex that drops Lane down hard across his lower back.] JD: Nicely executed suplex by Jack... and a cover! ONE!!! ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' TWO!!! [Lane fires a shoulder off the canvas to break the pin attempt to the disappointment of the crowd.] JD: The PWR fans, often conflicted between cheering the "good guys" and cheering the people they like, are solidly behind City Jack in this one. Kendrick Lane hasn't won anyone over yet. [Back to his feet again, Jack nudges Lane onto his stomach with the toe of his boot and drops the point of his elbow down into the kidneys of his downed opponent.] JD: Oh! Big elbowdrop on target by Jack! More shots to the lower back... more work to wear down that back of Lane. With Lane switching to a power-based attack, working the back will be very helpful in eliminating a lot of lifting that Lane is capable of. [A second elbowdrop finds the same target, causing Lane's entire body to flinch in pain.] JD: Now it's Jack's turn to exact some payback on Lane. I'm sure he feels a little bit of resentment towards the Classy One for showing up here in PWR as well. [A third elbow is dropped down on the kidneys, Lane barely moving now as the blow finds its' target.] JD: Jack with a trio of elbows... back to his feet now... [Pop!] JD: Splash! He gave a big ol' splash down across the lower back of Kendrick Lane and the Classy One is in trouble, fans. City Jack has Lane exactly where he wants him and may be on the verge of winning this match! [City Jack cracks a slight grin as he drops back down into a lateral press.] JD: ONE!! ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' TWO!! ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' TH- [Lane fires a shoulder off the mat again which brings a surprised look to the face of the big Southerner. Jack questions the referee for a moment and nods his head as the ref shows two fingers.] JD: City Jack thought he had him there but he came up just a little short. The ref said it was only two and this match continues. Jack back up, pulling Lane off the mat. [And violently shoves him back into the turnbuckles, Lane's arms instinctively draping over the top rope to save himself from falling to the mat.] JD: Lane tossed back to the buckles and City Jack's moving in! [With his opponent dazed and hurting, Jack decides it's time to take things up a notch.] JD: Uh oh. Lane's trapped! [Jack lunges forward in the buckles, blasting Lane with a back elbow... then creams him with a forearm shot in one motion. He repeats...once...twice... thrice... four times... five times.] JD: My god! City Jack's beating the hell out of him! [With a roaring crowd cheering him on and Lane dazed and barely able to stand, Jack switches his attack, driving his head into Lane's... over and over and over until Lane slumps down to the canvas, unable to withstand anything further.] JD: Good grief! "CI-TY JACK!" "CI-TY JACK!" "CI-TY JACK!" JD: PWR fans do love their violence. [Reaching down, City Jack drags Lane back to his feet and whips him across the ring, causing him to slam backfirst into the turnbuckles.] JD: Another big whip... again a hard blow to the back. Kendrick Lane is taking a- charge! [Jack stampedes at top speed across the ring... ...and runs right into a desperately thrown boot to the jaw from Lane! Big disappointed pop!] JD: Ohhh! Desperation move by Lane! City Jack ran facefirst into Lane's boot... and now the big Southerner is dazed! [Lane quickly drops down into a three point stance before charging out of the corner and creaming a stunned City Jack with a clothesline!] JD: The quarterback is toast! [With Jack downed, Lane collapses across him, cradling the leg.] JD: ONE!! ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' TWO!! ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' TH- [This time, it's City Jack firing the shoulder off the canvas, refusing to stay down for a three count.] JD: Not enough. Not enough to keep the number one contender down. In the back of his mind, he knows how much is at stake... he knows how badly he needs to kick out and keep his momentum going. [A tired Lane drags Jack off the canvas pulling him into a front facelock.] JD: He's going for a DDT! He's gonna- [A huge pop goes up as Jack wraps his arms around the waist of Lane, hurling him up and over in a Northern Lights Suplex.] JD: NORTHERN LIGHTS! NORTHERN LIGHTS! [But Jack's knee shows some signs of fatigue as he's unable to hold a bridge, slumping down to the mat without making the pin attempt.] JD: Jack couldn't hold the bridge! The knee showing that it's still not completely 100 percent... but it's good enough to let him toss a near three hundred pounder through the air. [The big Southerner slowly regains his feet... ...and slaps the forearm again to a massive ovation from the crowd.] JD: He's calling for that Metropill again! He wants to hit that big forearm! [Kendrick Lane slips his arms underneath him, slowly pushing himself up to his feet... ...and CJ lets it fly!] JD: METROPI- ducked again! [And this time, Lane wraps his arms around the waist of Jack, snaring him in a bearhug before hoisting him off the canvas... ...and slamming him spinefirst into the buckles!] JD: OHHHH! Jack's spine hits the corner and- [In one motion, Lane pivots back the other way and _plants_ City Jack into the canvas!] JD: SPINEBUSTER! SPINEBUSTER! An Oklahoma Stampede style spinebuster by the Classy One! [Lane hangs onto the legs, flipping over in a double leg cradle.] JD: ONE!!! ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' TWO!!! ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' THRE- [BIG POP!] JD: SHOULDER UP! HE GOT THE SHOULDER UP! [An irate Lane leaps to his feet, grabbing the official by the shirt and backing him into the corner.] JD: Gimme a break, Lane! It's not his fault you can't get the job done! [Lane continues to scream at the referee, shoving three fingers in his face. The referee shakes his head vehemately, denying Lane's charges.] JD: The ref says it was only two... he says Jack got the shoulder up in time. [Spinning away from the official with a face reddened from anger, Lane leaps into the air and _drives_ a knee down into the injured limb!] JD: Ohhhh! Right down on the knee! Kendrick Lane with a savage assault on City Jack's injured leg and Jack may be in trouble now. He didn't want Lane to target the knee. He didn't want any weaknesses exploited so that Dufresne would see. [Reaching down, Lane grabs the foot again, wrapping it into a spinning toehold... ...but Jack reaches up to grab Lane's hair, pulling him down into an inside cradle.] JD: INSIDE CRADLE!! ONE!!! ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' TWO!!! ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' THRE- [HUGE DISAPPOINTED POP!] JD: Shoulder up! Lane snuck the shoulder up in time! City Jack can't believe it... he thought he had it won, fans and frankly, so did I. [Stunned by the rollup but still physically at an edge, Lane quickly gets to his feet and blasts the rising City Jack with a forearm that sends him stumbling back into the corner.] JD: Back to the buckles again. Lane on the attack. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" ' [The big chop from Lane echoes through the small gymnasium, Jack clutching his chest from the impact.] JD: What a shot! Lane is really hurting Jack with those chops through the whole match. Kendrick Lane is developing into a pretty hard hitter here in Pro Wrestling Revolution. [Grabbing the wrist of the stunned Kentucky native, Lane fires him across the ring.] JD: Ohhh! Jack hits the buckles! He staggers out from the corner. [And he staggers right into the waiting arms of Kendrick Lane who hooks Jack by the ankle, hoisting him into the air... ...and bringing Jack's shin down across the bent knee of the Classy One.] JD: Shinbreaker! Lane's going back to the knee... going back to the injured leg. Jack's got the brace off of it and Lane can really do some damage to it now. [Showing incredible strength, Lane lifts him high again and brings him crashing down again.] JD: Another one! Two shinbreakers in a row. But he's still hanging onto- "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" ' JD: DRAGON SCREW! He hits the legwhip out of nowhere and... my god, you could tear a knee to shreds with something like that! [City Jack lies on the canvas, clutching his knee while Lane looks down at him, sneering.] JD: I don't know if Kendrick Lane will be happy with a win anymore. I think he wants an injury. He wants to rip that knee apart and take City Jack out of his title match next month, out of Pro Wrestling Revolution, and out of this damn sport! [Lane grabs Jack's boot, lifting his leg... ...and applying a figure four leglock!] JD: FIGURE FOUR! [The "Woooo"s echo through the building as Lane bends and stretches the ligaments and tendons, trying to rip City Jack's knee apart.] JD: City Jack's gotta get the hell out of this! If he doesn't get out of this and quick, this match... and god knows what else... is over. [Jack sits up with a howl of pain, cheeks puffing out as he tries to get the fans riled up... trying to find a way to get out of the hold. The fans start clapping rhythmically as he pummels his own chest, trying to drive himself to flip the hold.] JD: Come on, Jack! Come on! [The Kentucky native beats his chest faster and faster, lifting his hand in the air... trying to turn the hold over... trying to reverse it.] JD: Here we go! TURN IT OVER... TURN...IT...OV- [HUGE POP!] JD: HE DID IT! HE DID IT! [The crowd roars as City Jack shoots the pain up the other way, damaging the leg of Kendrick Lane for a change... ...but Lane quickly grabs the ropes, turning the hold back the other way. Huge heel pop!] JD: What?! Come on, referee! How the hell do you miss something like that?! [The fans jeer wildly as a confused referee asks Lane if he used the ropes. Shockingly, Lane says no.] JD: Kendrick Lane is a cheater _and_ a liar! They should break the hold! The referee _needs_ to break this hold! [Screaming in pain, City Jack sits up again as Lane does the same... and peppers him with jab punches, knocking him flat to the canvas... ...but not breaking the hold.] JD: He can't break the hold. No matter what he tries to do, Lane's managing to keep the figure four leglock in place. City Jack's running out of time... he needs to get out of this now. [Jack weakly waves his arms, the will to fight fading out of him. Lane pushes down on his own legs, increasing the pressure on Jack's legs.] JD: City Jack's trying to get to the ropes... maybe his last chance... maybe the last thing he can do to get out of this. Come on, Jack! Stretch! [The Kentucky native stretches his arms to their full length, trying to wrap his fingers around the bottom rope.] JD: Almost there! Just a little bit more! [POP!] JD: He got it! Break the hold, Lane! [The referee immediately orders a break, starting into a five count.] JD: Come on! Break it! [And reluctantly, at the four count, Lane breaks the hold and releases City Jack from his grasp.] JD: Yeah! City Jack held on... but you've gotta wonder how much damage was done. Did Kendrick Lane do enough damage to the knee to take City Jack out of this match? [Grumbling, Lane regains his feet and backs to the corner behind City Jack. He drops down into a three point stance as Jack slowly stumbles to his feet.] JD: No! [Lane lunges towards Jack, diving at the last moment so that his shoulder slams into the back of Jack's knee, forcing him to crumple to the canvas in agonizing pain yet again.] JD: Clipping! He clips the knee out from under him... and City Jack's in trouble, fans. That knee is just being brutalized... just brutalized. Kendrick Lane backs to the corner, waving for him to get up... what a jackass. [The referee orders Lane to make a cover but he ignores him, continuing to gesture at City Jack, demanding the number one contender climb to his feet.] JD: Stay down, Jack! Lane's gonna try and break your leg in there! You've gotta wonder if Calisto Dufresne put Lane up to this. You know Dufresne will do _anything_ to keep that title and I wouldn't put it past him to buy Kendrick Lane's services for this match. [Lane shouts at the referee to get out of his path as City Jack uses the ropes, pulling himself back to his feet.] JD: Here comes Lane! [The charging Kendrick Lane attempts another kneeclip but City Jack sidesteps it, spinning... ...and _obliterating_ a stunned Lane with a Metropill! Massive pop!] JD: METROPILL! METROPILL! [The impact from the forearm shot knocks Lane back into the ropes so hard that he bounces back... ...right into City Jack's waiting arms. He pauses a moment before hoisting Lane up, pivoting...] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" JD: METROBOOM! METROBOOM!' ONE!!! ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' TWO!!! ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! [DING DING DING] MC: Your winner of the match... CITY JACK!! [A huge ovation goes up for the number one contender as he slowly pulls himself off the canvas, lifting a triumphant arm to the air... ...when suddenly all hell breaks loose.] JD: NO! DUFRESNE! [The cheers turn to overwhelming jeers as the Pacific Champion, flanked by Matthew Yates slide headfirst under the bottom rope, tearing towards a weary City Jack.] JD: Get out of there, Jack! [But before the top challenger can move, Dufresne charges towards him and drills him with the Pacific Title belt, knocking Jack to the canvas in a heap.] JD: Damn him! [Yates stomps the fallen City Jack as Dufresne holds the title belt high above his head.] JD: This is how a champion acts?! This is ridiculous! Get some help out here, dammit! [Dufresne waves for Yates to hold Jack up. The former gang member pulls Jack's arms back, pulling him to his knees where Dufresne gets in his face.] "This is my belt! Mine! This is as close as you're ever going to get to it!" [A hard slap across the face brings more jeers from the PWR faithful as Dufresne taunts the helpless City Jack, shoving the golden belt into his face.] JD: Come on, dammit! That's enough of this! [The Pacific Champion slaps Jack hard across the face again.] "You want my belt, you fat fuck?! YOU WANT IT?!" [And with that, Dufresne rears back again and slams the metal championship into City Jack's skull, dropping him down into a motionless heap on the canvas.] JD: Ohhhhh! Good lord! [Dufresne smirks at the fallen challenger, holding his title belt high over his head as Yates glares coldly at City Jack by his side. The boos are pouring over the two men as they stand over their fallen victim.] JD: You think you're all bad now, huh?! Well, we'll see how bad you are next month in Santa Ana when City Jack gets his rematch, you son of a bitch! [With the two men standing over Jack, we cut to the backstage area to footage labelled "EARLIER THIS WEEK!".] YATES: I was _this_ close dammit! [Infuriated, the young black man slams his hand against a locker.] SMITH: But not close enough, Matthew. You never won the tournament. You _never_ won it. [Yates says nothing but his glare says all.] SMITH: Let's face it, Matthew, you failed where you should have succeeded. You failed in winning the tournament and that's a fact. [Absent minded, Yates rubs his hand. His glare never softens.] SMITH: But the fact also remains that come Uncle Jesse Was a Moonshiner we will get our revenge. We will go in as the hand picked teammate of Crusher Tyler and we will help him defeat Jaiden Andrews and his rag tag of merry men. We will succeed this time. You will not fail. THAT is also a fact. [Shaking his head, Yates turns away. Whipping open a locker he roots through the top shelf.] YATES: Funny how when something goes wrong, it's me. When something goes right, it's us. [Needless to say Jonathan Smith, lawyer/manager/counsel for Mr. Yates is far from happy.] SMITH: Excuse me? Is there a concern we need to discuss Mr. Yates. Is there a problem with the courts decision in appointing myself to you. Perhaps we need to appeal the decision and hand you over to someone else less... ...cooperative. [The planned search for the right word halts Yates, Smith smiling as his plan comes to fruition.] SMITH: I have been as open minded as I could possibly be. I have covered for you when you've been late for appointments. I fought for you to retain possession of a contract in PWR. I fought for you to appear at J*STAR, the biggest stage of them all in professional wrestling today. I _could_ fight to get you into... say... WILD. [Yates visibly shudders.] SMITH: I have brought you to PWR because, frankly, I like you. I know behind that rough exterior there is a good person. I know behind all the attitude there is a person who will make the right decision and tread down the right path. All that person needs is guidance and for now I am legally bound to be that person. But, Mr. Yates, Matthew... you know even if the circumstances were different I'd be right there for you. Calisto Dufresne, Pacific Champion, would be there for you. We, your friends, would be there for you like we've been there for you from day one. Through the days we succeeded to the days you failed. [Smith steps forward, placing a hand on Yates bare shoulder.] SMITH: We are there for you, Matthew. We want the best for the best. [He smirks.] SMITH: Uncle Jesse may have been a moonshiner, Matt, but in a few short days from now, when PWR returns, Matthew Yates will be something. He'll be the man that "XLerated" right through an entire five man team and more importantly he'll be... ...a winner. [Shrugging the hand away, Yates turns and looks at Smith. They lock gazes, Smith nodding and smiling. Yates simply turns and walks away. Watching his charge leave, Smith smiles again. He turns his body, peering into the open locker's small magnet mirror.] SMITH: Yes, Matt, __we_ will be winners indeed. [Fixing his hair his smiles again, the white of his teeth wide, shining in the mirror. And with that, we fade to more footage... this time labelled "EARLIER TODAY!" The shot comes to a plain black backdrop where the confident Pure X stands, a smile on his face and ready to speak.] ' PX: Big deal, isn't it? Really big goddamn deal who this person will be in the match, right? ' [Pure X chuckles a bit.] ' PX: I'll be waiting, counting down every fucking second, to see just what piece of shit godboy drags out from the dregs of the wrestling world. Hell, if it's Judas picking the guy, it's bound to be one big failure from the start. ' [The Spirit of the Revolution grins.] ' PX: But really, Judas? I don't give one damn who you bring out. I'm not going to be shaking in my shoes, worried all night, and fucking sure not praying to any damn god about what the garbage you'll be packing into that ring to face me. Whoever it is - whether it be some old sack of shit that you got out of retirement or some fellow talentless friend - I know I can beat... ' [Pure X pauses, mulling something over.] ' PX: Hell, no, check that - I know I can make say the words "I Quit" to me in the ring. I don't have to see whoever your mystery man is cause I just know that I can beat anybody in anyway right now. I've proved in every chance given to me that my superior talent, training, and technical ability trump everyone else in that ring. ' [Pure X nods.] ' PX: My guess? You'll probably bring your fraud of a mentor into that match thinking it'll make a difference. Well let me set it straight - it won't. Hell, it'll just give more incentive to pour it on in this match - teammates be damned - and show up the asshole that spawned your career. ' [The young technician gets a broader smile on his face at those prospects.] ' PX: It's a damn shame it's not an elimination tag match - then I could make all three of you tap to me. Godboy, Cade, and the useless trash - doesn't matter. And trust me, I would and can. My teammates? ' [Pure X shrugs.] ' PX: I don't expect much from them, so I'll be going into this match for myself. I'll be going into it to show everyone watching the filth just who is the diamond, the ace, the top man, or whatever you want to call it. This Sunday, I'll be the one stealing the show and dominating his match. Not that fat piece of shit, not those two empty assholes in a cage, and certainly not some godboy and his pal. Damn... ' [Pure pauses a bit, smile fading a little.] ' PX: Talking about fucking souls, Judas? Where's your damn head at, huh? Trying to talk big to me when you couldn't even muster a win against a pathetic load of crap like Jaiden Andrews? Trying to say to me that I'm ducking you? YOU? Hell, I'm preserving myself from a reckless jackass like you. ' [Pure X shakes his head, a frustrated look on his face as anger grows in his voice.] ' PX: I know my future - fame, fortune, legend are all in the cards. This small time shit, performing in front of the lowest forms of human life imaginable, is just getting my foot wet. The last thing I want to happen is for a clumsy bastard like you ending that "accidentally". Like I'm put my career on the line for a joke like you? Hell no! Not as long as you're set on doing that circus sideshow. ' [Pure X sneers.] ' PX: And hell, even if you did kill that joke of a move, you still could even approach me. It would be a damn hazard to your health to actually go in the ring with me, one on one. After all the crap you've run down on me? You trying to talk as if you were on my level? Hell, I'd kill your career for all of that. So if I were you, Judas, I'd watch what you say, what you wish, and what you do in this match on Sunday cause - ' [Pure X stops himself from going further, rather just smiling.] ' PX: Heh, well... About going to hell? I might see you there, Judas, cause you'll have to sell your soul to the devil just to get a chance to be in the ring with me. ' [With that wide smile back on his face and a small chuckle, the Spirit of the Revolution walks off the shot as the screen fades out to one final piece of footage... this one labelled "MOMENTS AGO!" A non descript wall hangs behind the now identifiable Travis Cade. "The Natural" wears a 'SO CAL STRONG STYLE" t-shirt, the PWR initials on the hem of the left sleeve. Brown hair cut short, face clean shaven, the young man wrings his hands, waiting to speak.] TC: Jaiden Andrews picked me for his team at Uncle Jesse Was a Moonshiner for a very distinct reason. Respect. [He taps his t-shirt with his index finger.] TC: Respect for what this stands for. Respect for what PWR stands for. Respect for what wrestling and true competition stands for. Respect he gained for me when I went through El Hijo Del Diablo and Rum Barton. Respect I gained for him as he went through Horo Atashi and Ktulu... ...and me. [He seems to smirk.] TC: Respect gained at J*STAR between two men who didn't know each other and now respect carried on between two friends. It's respect people like Crusher Tyler and Calisto Dufresne and Matthew Yates will learn in that match whether through Jaiden Andrews or through myself. [A pause.] TC: Rumble Pro... gone? Sure. Pro Wrestling Revolution, it's right here and right now. It's the best of the best on the independent scene. It's the best of the best for competition. It's the best of the best... ...for respect. Jaiden Andrews and PWR didn't make a mistake picking me for that match. PWR and Empire Sports didn't make a mistake choosing me for the J*STAR tournament. Our opponents at Uncle Jesse Was a Moonshiner? [He nods slowly in pre emptive affirmation.] TC: They made a mistake. It will be our captain choosing the stipulation. It will be our team winning. It will be those five men learning respect. I didn't travel across the country to train with the M Dojo to be defeated. I didn't battle through J*STAR to be proven wrong. I am not coming into PWR in my debut to be defeated. We _will_ win. [Again, a pause.] TC: It's only natural. [And with that... we fade back to the ring where Melissa Cannon is standing... with Matthew Yates and Calisto Dufresne just a few feet away from her.] MC: The following contest is a six man tag team contest scheduled for one fall with a one hour time limit. [Melissa lowers the mic as Stabbing Westward's "The Thing I Hate" starts up to a gigantic heel pop as the one known as Pure X stands atop the aisle. As the fans let him know what they think, Pure X simply grins and slowly strides down the aisle.] JD: You all know how much I dislike Pure X. He won the Spirit of the Revolution tournament last month, putting down Jaiden Andrews to do so... but to me, if there's an exact opposite of what the spirit of this Revolution truly is... you're watching him walk down the aisle right now. [Pure X sports a black t-shirt and a pair of dark green baggy pants with two crossed swords on each leg in the form of an X. As he reaches the ring apron, he looks around at the fans and just smiles, inciting the crowd a bit more, as he puts his arms up in an X before finally entering the ring to join his partners who... well, basically ignore him as he stands near them. The music quickly changes to that of Drain STH's "20th Century Boy". Travis Cade strides through the entranceway in a blue singlet with white wrist tape, blue knee pads and boots. There's a pretty large ovation for Cade who raises his muscular arm as he strides down the aisle. He pauses on the floor, opting to wait for his partners before getting into the ring.] JD: Smart move on the part of the Natural. There's no need to climb in there with the champion, Pure X, and Yates when you've got backup shortly to arrive. But who is the mystery partner? We still have no idea. Judas has been able to keep word from leaking out at all. Very impressive. [The music quickly changes to blare loudly 'Kiss of Judas' by Stratovarius' ### I hear footsteps...closing in Recognizing them...from my early days. The times are different, The image remains the same, Repeating back flashes Remembering the name. Approaching visions...Of things I can't recall, A familiar smile...awakes the pain Unkept promises...the night awaits! ### [As the song blasts over the PA of the Jewish Community Center, "The Prophet" Matthew Judas steps into view to a large ovation from the PWR fans. Judas smirks a bit at the trio inside the ring and walks down the aisle, taking a spot next to Cade. They exchange a few words before rolling into the ring together.] JD: Where's the mystery partner? Was Judas able to find anyone?! ["The Prophet" points down the aisle and Marilyn Manson's cover of "Personal Jesus" fills the air. The crowd rises to its' feet, stretching to catch a glimpse of who the mystery partner is.] JD: Who is it? I don't recognize this music belonging to anyone. [The curtain parts once more and a man dressed in a completely black bodysuit steps into view. He looks to be about 6'4 or 6'5, around 250 pounds... but his identity is hidden by an ornate mask that features a cross across the face. The upper torso of the bodysuit sports broken wings on the back where his shoulder blades would be. There are also crosses on the legs of the tights.] JD: Who the hell is that? [And as expected, the fans react fairly surprised since they obviously expected someone they'd know. The reaction ranges from a confused buzz to out and out anger with a "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" from one of the more vocal fans audible on camera.] JD: Well, this isn't what we'd expected at all. We obviously all thought that Judas had a big surprise up his sleeve... especially with what he's been hinting lately in his promos. [The masked man holds up a large metal-bound bible in his hands as he gets closer to the ring, setting it down in the corner before joining his partners inside the ring. The on-apron camera catches Judas telling Melissa Cannon to introduce his partner as "The Saint". It's at this point that Dufresne snatches the mic as Jonathan H. Smith gestures wildly with his hands.] CD: The Saint?! The Saint?! [Dufresne laughs wildly.] CD: You think we're all stupid, Judas? According to my legal friend here, it's fairly obvious that this man is your old teacher Matt Tiegs! He's similar in height... weight... we've all seen the tapes. We've studied Tiegs! We've- [Judas snatches the mic out of the Pacific Champion's hands.] MJ: I thought you'd accuse me of using Tiegs... so look down in the front row.] [The heel trio follow Judas' gesture to some seats in the front row where former Rumble Pro wrestler "Missouri Tiger" Matt Tiegs is seated along with his younger brother Ricky Tiegs. Dufresne looks a little surprised... but nowhere near as surprised as he feels when Judas lunges towards him and drills him with a forearm shot that knocks the champion back towards the ropes as Melissa bails from the ring and official Steve Stevens calls the match to order.] JD: There's the bell! We're underway in this huge six man tag team match! [Yates and Pure X step out to the apron as Cade and The Saint do likewise, leaving the Pacific Champion and the Prophet inside the ring.] JD: Judas moving in on Dufresne in the corner. The referee's trying to hold him back, trying to get this match to an equal footing to start. This situation between Judas and Dufresne goes back to the Spirit of the Revolution tournament when Yates and Dufresne violently assaulted Judas for taking the final spot in the final night of the tournament, knocking Dufresne out in the process. Since then, Judas has been looking for the right partner to get some payback. [A quick cut shows Pure X backing away, making sure he's nowhere near the volatile Judas.] JD: And we all know the war of words that has developed between Pure X and Judas. The Prophet just wants to get at Pure X so badly but X has said he will _never_ face Matthew Judas in the ring. Let's hope Judas gets a shot at him here tonight! I know I'd love to see it! [Judas tires of Dufresne hiding behind Stevens and shoves him aside, lunging towards the champion... ...and catching a thumb to the eye in the process.] JD: Oh! Cheap shot by Dufresne! I wish that was a rarity to say but it's far from one. Judas staggers back, momentarily blinded by the blow to the eye. Dufresne charg- [Pop!] JD: OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY BY JUDAS!!! [A stunned Pacific Champion scampers to his feet, clutching his lower back... ...and gets levelled by a right hand from The Saint.] JD: The Saint getting involved as well! Dufresne seems a little taken aback by the early moments of this match. He gets quickly back up, backing away from the corner... screaming at Cade and the Saint... [But forgetting Matthew Judas who hits a big dropkick to the back, one that sends Dufresne crashing chestfirst back into the corner. Judas quickly regains his feet and moves in.] JD: Here comes the Prophet again... pulls the tights out of the buckles... [And yanks him right into a belly to back suplex, slamming Dufresne down to the canvas.] JD: Judas reaches up... tag! [The crowd roars as Travis Cade steps in... and points right at Pure X.] JD: Uh oh! It looks like the Natural is looking to trade holds with Pure X for the second show in a row. Pure X has been bent out of shape about Cade's technical ability ever since then... and now he may be put through it again. [X glares at Cade with no emotion... then slaps the stretched hand of the Pacific Champion. A large ovation greets X's entry into the match. JD: These fans are cheering wildly... not for Pure X... but for Cade getting another shot to school this punk on the canvas. Travis Cade sliding out to the middle of the ring, hunched over and ready to grapple. [The fans start clapping rhythm... slowly... then faster... and faster... and faster...] JD: We're chomping at the bit to see this one. These two had a incredible showdown on the canvas last month during the Captain's Fall match. Cade and Pure X are circling... looking for an opening... [The two men suddenly lunge at one another, tying up in a collar and elbow lockup.] JD: Tight lockup... both men jockeying for position... [Cade suddenly drops down, grabbing Pure X's leg and pulling it out from under him, knocking him down to the canvas.] JD: Single leg takedow- kneebar! [But Cade's attempt to tie up the leg is thwarted as X desperately wraps his arms around the bottom rope, forcing the referee to call for a break. Cade quickly obliges, climbing back to his feet and backing to mid-ring.] JD: Score one point for Cade. And if Pure X hadn't been so close to the ropes, Cade might have scored more than a point. Both of these men are submission experts and could tap someone out in a heartbeat. [Pure X climbs back to his feet, shaking out his leg to make sure it's okay... ... then dives back into a collar and elbow tieup, struggling against Cade to try and get an advantage.] JD: Back to the tieup... and Pure X moves quickly into a waistlock. Rear waistlock applied by Pure X. [The Pittsburgh native drops down, pulling both of Cade's out with a double leg trip... then slides over into a side headlock.] JD: Side headlock applied by X... was a nice takedown as well. Wow, look at Pure X wrench down on that headlock. It's like he's trying to pull his arm up through Cade's face. He really dislikes Travis Cade. [With the headlock firmly applied, Cade begins looking for a way out and rolls Pure X onto his shoulder.] JD: One! Two! [But Pure X reverses the leverage, rolling back down to the canvas while holding the side headlock in place.] JD: Still holding the side headlock. Cade tried to roll him into a pinning position to break it but Pure X rolled it right back the other way. He's wrenching down again, trying to wear down Cade most likely... seeing if he can suck some wind out of his sails. [Still trapped, Cade manages to roll Pure X onto his shoulders again.] JD: One! Two! Th- no! X rolls back the other way. That had to be a little bit closer than he liked to see. Another half second and this match would have been all over. [Not wanting to get rolled up again, Pure X climbs up to his feet, still holding the headlock on Cade who tries to wriggle his fingers into the headlock to break the hold to no avail.] JD: Cade's trying to find a way out but Pure X is in total control with this side headlock. The crowd's getting on his case a little bit but he doesn't give a damn what the fans think. He knows that the more energy Cade expends trying to get out of this, the more trouble he'll be in later in the matchup. [Cade decides to pick things up a notch, wrapping his arms around Pure X's waist and hoisting him into the air.] JD: Belly to back! That's one way out of- [But in mid-lift, Pure X increases the pressure on the side headlock, forcing Cade to stop his suplex attempt, setting Pure X back down on his feet on the canvas.] JD: Goodness. A lot of pressure in that side headlock. Cade thought he could suplex his way out of it but he didn't have any luck. Pure X felt the hold slipping and just cranked up the pressure to get out of it. [Cade drops down to a knee, trying to create some space between himself and X to find an escape but X merely grits his teeth and tightens the hold even more.] JD: Travis Cade is finding out what happens when you embarass Pure X, I think, fans. Pure X was furious that Cade showed him up a bit in Captain's Fall and now he's paying the price. [This time, Cade tries to escape by throwing Pure X off to the ropes... ...but again, X plants his feet, tightens his grip, and smirks at Cade's ineffective escape.] JD: Well, whatever psychological advantage Cade had over Pure X after the Captain's Fall match is gone now. Pure X is having his way with Travis Cade right now in this one. [Cade grimaces in pain as Pure X tightens up... and then tosses an elbow back into the ribs, giving just the slightest bit of separation... ...but enough for Cade to wrap his legs around X's feet, taking him down to the mat with a drop toehold! Pop!] JD: Takedown! He finally got out of it! [The Natural rolls across the length of Pure X's suddenly fallen body, winding up at his head where he quickly and expertly applies a front facelock.] JD: Front facelock... and the referee is right there to see if it's a choke. It can easily be turned into a choke at any time. I don't know if he'd break it... the MMA style chokes are kinda a gray area in wrestling these days. Referee's discretion, I suppose. We know Cade's trained with Mixed Martial Artists in the past... and possibly even now if you believe the rumors that Cade and Ben Waterson are friends. He could easily slip this into a guillotine choke to end Pure X's night. [Pure X reaches up to grab Cade's forearm, hoping to roll out of the front facelock and into a hammerlock.] JD: He rolls out. [Pop!] JD: But Cade rolls with him, reapplying the front facelock! ["The Natural" hangs on for dear life, pulling up on the head, trying to stretch the neck.] JD: Cade's not letting him go that easily, fans. He wants some payback for that side headlock he just spent a few minutes trapped in. [Grabbing the arm, Pure X rolls out of the front facelock again... and the crowd roars again as Cade rolls right with it, turning up the pressure on the front facelock.] JD: Pure X has gotta be frustrated now. He tried twice to roll out of the front facelock and twice he ended right back up in it. How's he going to escape this? [Dragging his legs underneath him, Pure X pushes up to a standing position... and then pushes Travis Cade back into the turnbuckles where referee Steve Stevens steps in calling for a break.] JD: Will we get a clean break? [Answer: No. Pure X buries a knee in the midsection of his opponent... then a second to double him up. Pure X shoves him hard so that he's straightened up in the buckles as Pure X rears back...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" JD: Goodness! Big chop by Pure X on Travis Cade! "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [The crowd roars as Cade cringes from the multiple chops in the corner.] JD: Goodness. Cade's hurting from those. [Continuing the assault, Pure X wraps his hands around the throat of the Natural.] JD: Come on! Blatant choke by X! [Referee Stevens steps in, laying a count on Pure X who waits til four... then steps back, hands raised.] JD: Finally, we get a break. The referee is reprimand- [With the referee's back turned, Matthew Yates slips a forearm across the windpipe of Travis Cade.] JD: A choke by Yates now! Give me a break, referee! We've got cheating going on all over the damn ring! [Pure X moves back in as Yates steps away.] JD: The referee saw none of Yates' attack... X hooks Cade... single underhook! And a big suplex out of the buckles! [With Cade lying on the canvas, clutching his back, Pure X smirks a bit, strutting around the ring taunting the fans and then tagging in Yates.] JD: In comes Matthew Yates for the first time in this one replacing the cocky Pure X. [Yates storms into the ring, drilling a kneeling Cade with a big boot to the side of the face. He stays right on top of him, driving in knees to the head and neck... then switching to right hands... then kicks to the body.] JD: A barrage of strikes by Yates! He just totally overwhelmed Travis Cade with those strikes! Big kicks to the ribs and chest by Yates! Cade is just being pummeled! [Somehow, Cade manages to get to his knees where Yates rips him up to his feet, driving a forearm into the cheek that sends Cade falling back into the ropes... ... where he lunges outward, drilling Yates with a forearm shot of his own that stuns the inner city native.] JD: Oooh! He stunned him! [Grabbing Yates by the hair, Cade unleashes a series of brutal forearms to the face that Yates has no defense for. When he lets go, Yates staggers backwards a few steps before straightening himself... ...and getting creamed with a European uppercut that sends him flying back into the ropes.] JD: What a shot that was! You could hear the crack of bone meeting bone out on Sunset Boulevard! [Cade moves towards Yates... who responds with another hard forearm strike that causes the Natural to stumble a few steps back.] JD: The fans are loving this! Two of the hardest hitters in PWR trading shots in there! Cade's leaning against the ropes... here comes Yates! YAAAAKUUUUUUZ- [But the Natural deftly front rolls under the high kick attempt, popping up to his feet as Yates rebounds towards him... ...and gets sent sailing down to the mat with a thud from an overhead armdrag! Pop!] JD: Nice armdrag by Cade... both men up... [And they freeze... neither man wanting to rush into another attack. With a roaring crowd cheering them on, both men retreat and make tags in their respective corners.] JD: In comes the Pacific Champion again... and for the first time, we get to see The Saint in action. The fans giving him some grief as he steps into the ring. I don't think any of us expected Judas to bring in some unidentified masked guy. I mean... I've never even _heard_ of The Saint. The fans are disappointed... and you can't really blame them. [The Pacific Champion tries to inflame that disappointment by mocking the Saint.] "Bless me, father, for I have sinned... CLEANSE ME!!" [Dufresne spreads his arms wide... waiting to be "cleansed". The Saint simply glares at him, hands on hips.] "Father? Father, have I failed you?!" [No response from the Saint. Not even when Dufresne does the sign of the cross.] "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit..." [The Saint is motionless, glaring at the egotistical Pacific Champion.] "Smite this, bitch." "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" [A big bitchslap snaps the Saint's head to the side as Dufresne cackles with glee... ...until he gets knocked flat by a right hand from the Saint! Pop!] JD: Well, knocking Calisto Dufresne on his ass is a way to get any crowd on your side a little bit more! [Dufresne quickly pops up to his feet, charging in... ...and getting dropped by a right hand again!] JD: Another one! Right on the jaw! [If it failed once, try again. If it failed twice? Well...um... try again?] JD: Dufresne back up... charges in... [Maybe not.] JD: And down he goes again! The Saint is rocking the Pacific Champion early in this showdown! Dufresne's up again! This guy just won't quit! [But this time as he charges, the Saint drops down to his knees and buries a back elbow in the midsection of the champion... and scores with a big kneelift to take him down to the mat! Another pop!] JD: Nothing flashy from the Saint early but it's damn effective. [With the champion reeling, the Saint grabs him by the hair, pulling him into a dragon sleeper.] JD: Dragon sleeper! He may be going for the kill in a hurry! [But before he can reveal what he wants to do, the Saint sees Dufresne spin out of the dragon sleeper... ...and drive the Saint backfirst into the corner!] JD: Nice counter by the champion! [With the Saint cornered, Dufresne drives a trio of knees up into the ribcage of the masked man... then scales the ropes to the midbuckle where he rains down punches on the masked skull.] JD: The fans won't be counting along with this jackass. We're up to six... seven... eight... nine... [But before he drives a tenth punch home, Dufresne pauses... and then flips off the handful of fans who _were_ counting along. Asshole.] JD: What a sweetie. Dufresne drops down off the second rope... front facelock on the Saint... and he takes him down in a snap suplex! Nicely executed! [Dufresne shows more mat skill as he floats over through the suplex into a lateral press.] JD: Cover! One! Two! [Pop!] JD: Nope. Too early in this one to score a pinfall without a big move to get it. A snap suplex isn't going to cut it, I don't think. [Dufresne apparently disagrees as he covers again... and this time has it kicked out of at one. Irate, he climbs into a straddle position and begins throwing right hands.] JD: More punches to the head! Our champion is really showing his ring generalship here tonight. And if you can't detect sarcasm on that one, you need to watch some other promotion on DVD. [Grabbing the masked man's skull, Dufresne slams the back of his head into the mat... and again... and a third time... and a fourth time... and a fifth time. Finally, he gets up... glaring at the Saint... ...and dives back down, trying to pull the mask off.] JD: What the-?! Dufresne's trying to pull the mask off! We've already got one mask match later tonight. Do we need another? [Dufresne manages to get the mask out of position on the skull of the Saint... but no more as he wriggles free, rolling away from the champion who tries to stomp him as he rolls.] JD: The Saint apparently doesn't want us to know who he is. He's trying to get away from Dufresne to fix the mask. He's almost out of the ring now, trying to pull himself out with the bottom rope. [But with part of his body under the bottom rope, the Saint finds himself in trouble when Dufresne grabs him by the legs, dropping back in a catapult... ...driving the Saint's throat into the underside of the bottom rope!] JD: Ohhh! That'll knock the wind out of you! [Still holding the legs, Dufresne drags the Saint away from the ropes towards the center of the ring and drops down into a lateral press.] JD: ONE!! TWO!! [Pop!] JD: Nuh uh. Not enough. [Reaching down, the Pacific Champion pulls the Saint to his feet with the mask, dragging him across the ring... where he tags Matthew Yates into the match.] JD: In comes Yates... and the Yates/Dufresne duo looks for a double team. [Each man grabs a bodysuited arm, firing the Saint into the far ropes.] JD: The Saint off the ropes... double lift... [And the Saint's masked face slams into the canvas with a flapjack!] JD: Whooooa! Nicely done! What the-?! [The crowd cheers a bit for Yates as he rolls through the flapjack into a half Boston Crab.] JD: Whoa! What on earth are they doing? [Yates quickly releases the leg as Dufresne applies a camel clutch on a stunned Saint and charges to the ropes.] JD: Yates off the far side... now the near side... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: TWO FEET TO THE FACE!!! GOODNESS!!! [The crowd roars from the impact of Yates' feet slamming into the trapped face of the Saint.] JD: Great teamwork on display from Yates and Dufresne... and Jonathan H. Smith looks very pleased on the outside of the ring. Obviously, these two have hit the sparring rings together lately to pick up doubleteams like that. And you've got to wonder if these two would be entering the rumored tag team tournament together. Dufresne shooting for double gold perhaps? [Dufresne flips the Saint over as Yates dives into a lateral press.] JD: Cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! [Pop!] JD: The Saint fires a shoulder up off the canvas. It was a nice move but not enough to keep the masked man down. And Judas must have known that... he didn't budge an inch to help him out. [Yates drags the Saint off the canvas by the mask, pushing him back into the ropes in the middle of the ring.] JD: Backed to the ropes... "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: Open handed slap to the chest of the Saint! A big overhand chop! We can't see through that bodysuit but you've gotta believe there's a big red welt there now. "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: And if there wasn't before... good lord... there's gotta be now! [The Saint collapses to his knees, hands clasped to his chest as the fans roar their respect for the former Shadow XL.] JD: Yates backs off... glaring at the Saint. You know, I've seen some cold, hard looks from wrestlers over the years being a part of this business... from a kid hanging around the EMWC locker rooms to working for PWR... and there's very few people that have the kind of cold hatred in their eyes that Matthew Yates does. You honestly get the impression on some nights he'd fight anyone who even looked at him wrong. [The masked man pulls himself up to his feet with the top rope, leaning on it to catch his wind... ...and getting a hard shin kick to the ribcage as a result.] JD: Ooof! What a shot that was! [Yates holds the masked man by his hood, not allowing him to fall to the mat and opening fire.] JD: Kick! Kick! Kick! Kick! [The barrage of kicks to the ribcage have members of the crowd wincing in pain just watching them make impact.] JD: My goodness! [And with the Saint weary, Yates backsteps and uncorks a brutal high kick to the face that causes the Saint to topple over the ropes, crashing down to the hardwood floor below!] JD: Uh oh! [The crowd rises to their feet in unison, buzzing with anticipation as they know exactly what Matthew Yates is thinking about as he slowly backs across the ring.] JD: You know what he wants to do! You know what these fans want to see him do! [But predictably, Jonathan H. Smith slides in front of the ropes, shaking his head and waving off his client.] JD: Damn him. The damn bloodsucking lawyer won't let him do it! [Yates argues with Smith, who orders the referee to back him away from the ropes. As Stevens complies, Smith buries his expensive leather shoes repeatedly in the midsection of a downed Saint.] JD: Oh come on! Referee, take a look at this! Open your damn eyes! [The lawyer backs away as the referee turns to start a count on the Saint who uses the ring apron to pull himself off the floor, shaking his head a bit to clear the cobwebs from that high kick.] JD: The Saint's pulling himself up onto the apron... here comes Yates! [Ignoring the ref's commands, Yates hooks the Saint, trying to bring him into the ring with a suplex.] JD: Suplex? No! Blocked by the Saint! [The crowd buzzes as Yates attempts it again... and fails again.] JD: The Saint's got a nice block in! He won't let the suplex happen! [A hard jab to the ribs breaks Yates' grasp and allows the Saint to hook his hands around Yates' head... ...and drops off the apron, forcing Yates' throat into the top rope! Pop!] JD: Yeah! The Saint strikes back with a nice counter and as he gets back up on the ring apron, he's got a chance to get back into this thing. He's taken a lot of punishment in there... he really needs to make a tag. [Grabbing the top rope, the Saint slingshots himself up, springing off the top rope as Yates regains his feet... ...and gets _creamed_ by a lariat from the Saint! Huge pop!] JD: SPRINGBOARD LARIAT!!! The Saint drops him like he's hot! [And falls across Yates in a cover.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! [Mixed pop!] JD: Shoulder up! Yates gets the shoulder up... not much of a surprise. This guy is double tough and can take one hell of a beating in there. If the Saint... or Judas or Cade for that matter, want to beat Yates, it's gonna take something very brutal to do it. [A still-hurting Saint pulls himself to his feet, slapping the outstretched hand of Matthew Judas.] JD: Tag! In comes Judas... and we've got a doubleteam coming up. [With the Saint helping, they fire Yates across the ring with a double Irish whip and as he rebounds back, they leap in unison.] JD: DOUBLE DROPKICK!!! [Pop!] JD: Yates goes sailing from the impact! And now it's Matthew Judas who needs to take advantage of this. He needs to come up with something to put Yates down for a three count. You know he's got the Cross Of- that may be what he's going for! [The crowd roars as Judas pulls Yates into a standing headscissors.] JD: We saw him use the Cross of Change, that flipping piledriver, in his debut. And in fact, that's the move that set off Pure X! Pure X says that Judas has no respect for anyone in the business to use a move like that... and he's pointing at Dufresne... and now at Pure X! He's going for it, fans! [Judas reaches down to hook Yates for the Cross of Change... ...but the former gang member drops down to his knees, desperate to avoid what would be certain defeat.] JD: Yates down to his knee. Judas can't get him up in that position. [Frustrated, the Prophet breaks the hold and _drives_ his knee up into the skull of Yates. Holding the hair, he repeats the move a few more times, trying to soften up Yates.] JD: He reaches down again, trying to pick him up... but again Yates stays down. Judas is trying so hard to get him up for the Cross of Change and Yates- [Judas suddenly steps back and uncorks a sharp kick to the head that takes Yates down to the mat... ...but he gets right back up!] JD: What the-?! That was a brutal kick to the face we just saw from Matthew Judas and Yates got up like it wasn't anything! He got up like Judas hit him with a fly swatter instead of a brutal martial arts kick to the skull! [Yates leans over, slapping the canvas, staring dead in the eyes of Matthew Judas and slaps himself across the chest.] "That all you got, motherfucker?!" [Judas' eyes light up with anger and he replies.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: High kick to the chest! Judas kicked him right in his cold heart! [Dufresne looks on in shock as his running buddy takes a couple steps back... but does not fall. Again, he slaps himself across the chest.] "Come on, motherfucker! KICK ME!" [Again, Judas lashes out with a kick to the chest... and again, Matthew Yates backs a couple steps up but holds his ground.] JD: My god! Matthew Yates is dripping intensity here tonight! I've never seen him quite like this, fans. I've never seen- [The Prophet decides to go a different direction, aiming for the leg.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [And then the head with a leaping enzugiri that catches Yates right on the back of the skull.] JD: OHHHHHH! What a shot! [Yates pauses. Teeters. Totters. And finally... ...falls. DEAFENING POP!] JD: JUDAS TAKES HIM DOWN!!! He finally took him down! [And then dives across Matthew Yates, covering him.] JD: Cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! TH- [Big mixed pop!] JD: Ohhhhh my! Matthew Yates just got that shoulder up! [And an irate Judas rips him off the canvas, pulling him into a standing headscissors again.] JD: He's going for it again! He's gonna- [But Yates stands up, refusing to be spiked to the canvas... ...and swings Judas back down the other way, sending him crashing down to the canvas with a standing double leg spinebuster! Big mixed pop!] JD: Good god! What a slam that was! The back of Judas' skull just bounced off the mat... and Yates staggers towards his corner. He's gonna tag Pure X! We're gonna get Judas versus X! [Yates reaches out to Pure X... who shakes his head, refusing the tag... and pointing to Dufresne who quickly tags in, diving onto the downed Judas.] JD: Cover! ONE!! TWO!! TH- [POP!] JD: Judas kicks out! Judas gets the shoulder up! The Pacific Champion slaps the mat in anger. He thought Yates had giftwrapped a victory for him right there, fans. [Dufresne springs to his feet, pulling Judas off the mat and scooping him into the air... ...before spiking him headfirst into the canvas! HUUUUUGE MIXED POP!] JD: MICHINOOOOOOOKUUUUUU DRIIIIIIVAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [HUGE POP!] JD: NO! NO! SHOULDER UP! [Dufresne pops up, eyes wide open with disbelief. He buries his head in his hands for a moment, in shock that he couldn't get the three count.] JD: Dufresne can't believe Judas kicked out of that. He's back up though, moving in on the Prophet... pulling him up by the hair... front facelock! [The crowd roars, knowing the Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am is coming... ...or would be if Judas hadn't lunged forward, slamming Dufresne backfirst into the neutral corner! Big pop!] JD: Judas countered the DDT! He didn't have a choice! If Dufresne had hit that, this match would be all over but the shouting. Matthew Judas bailed himself out... ohhh! He drives the shoulder to the ribs again! [And then steps up to the second rope, repeatedly driving his knee into the skull of the Pacific Champion.] JD: Judas is battering the champion in the turnbuckles. And while this match doesn't have the stipulation that the Captain's Fall match had... while Judas wouldn't be guaranteed a title shot if he defeats Dufresne... you gotta believe that'd get him pretty damn close to it. You gotta believe he'd make the Contender's Ring if he beats Dufresne! [With the champion dazed from the kneestrikes, Judas leaps into the air.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: HEADKICK! Right to the temple! [Judas falls back from the corner as Dufresne staggers out... pauses... ...then faceplants on the mat to a huge pop!] JD: Dufresne's down... but Judas should make a tag. He's been taking some punishment in there... and he's heading for his corner while he's got a chance. Smart move by the Prophet... [POP!] JD: He tags in Cade! Here comes the Natural! [The former Rumble Pro competitor sprints across the ring, _drilling_ the rising Pacific Champion with a forearm shot... ...then turning on his heels to knock Yates and Pure X off the ring apron with a pair of forearms as well. Huge pop!] JD: All three men are down! Cade's cleaning house! [Cade rips the Pacific Champion off the mat, hoisting him into the air... ...and dropping him down with a belly to back suplex! Pop!] JD: Here comes Yates! Yates slides in behind Cade! [But the Natural catches him coming up, hooking his arm and his head... ...and taking him down with an overhead throw! Huge pop!] JD: HEAD AND ARM SUPLEX BY CADE!!! [And as he gets back up, he comes face to face with a charging Pure X. He quickly buries a boot in the gut of Pure X, hooking a front facelock.] JD: Fisherman suplex?! [But as he hoists Pure X off the canvas... ...he _spikes_ him headfirst into the mat! Deafening pop!] JD: FISHHHHHAAAAMAN BUSSSSTAAAAAAAAH!!! [The Natural springs to his feet, pumping his arms. The roaring crowd cheers him on as he pulls a rising Dufresne into a double underhook.] JD: Travis Cade is fired up! He wants to take on this entire team at once! Double underhook... butterfly suplex! [And Cade hangs onto the butterfly, rolling it into a double underhook submission hold!] JD: BUTTERFLY LOCK!! He's got Dufresne in a butterfly lock! [The referee immediately slides into position to see if the Pacific Champion is ready to submit.] JD: If Dufresne gives up, Cade's going to cement himself as a title contender! [With the champion tied up, Matthew Judas slides into the ring... ...and tees off on the exposed back of Calisto Dufresne.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [The crowd roars with delight as Judas lights up the back of the champion with some brutal kicks.] JD: Dufresne's hurting now! He's being stretched one way and kicked to hell and back the other way! How much more of this can he stand? [We don't get to answer that because as the referee backs Judas out of the ring, Matthew Yates slides in and dives onto Cade, breaking the submission hold.] JD: Yates saves his... I don't even know. Partner? Boss? What exactly is the business relationship between those two? All we know is that Yates seems to be protecting the Pacific Champion and his title at all costs. [Pure X joins the fray for a moment, driving a few boots into the ribs of Travis Cade and then joining Yates in a double whip.] JD: Off the far side... [And as Cade rebounds, he's taken down in a drop toehold by Pure X... and has a kneedrop from Matthew Yates driven into the back of his skull as he hits the mat!] JD: Some good teamwork there as well. Both men back to their fee- [POP!] JD: DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE BY THE SAINT!! HE TOOK THEM BOTH DOWN! And now he turns his attention to the Pacific Champion, pulling Dufresne off the mat. Boot to the gut... double underhook! [The crowd roars as the Saint hoists Dufresne up... holds him high... ...and then _spikes_ him on the top of his skull with a double underhook piledriver! HUUUUUUGE POP!] JD: BETRAYAL! He just used Matthew Judas' Betrayal! That's it! [But before the Saint can make a cover, referee Steve Stevens intervenes, backing him away from the downed Dufresne.] JD: The referee is telling Saint he's not the legal man. I don't have a clue how the referee can even tell who is legal but apparently he can. He's throwing the Saint out of the ring. [And while the referee is distracted, Jonathan H. Smith snakes under the bottom rope to grab Dufresne by the foot, pulling him under the ropes and out of the ring.] JD: And now Jonathan H. Smith has saved Calisto Dufresne! Dufresne was easy pickings for anyone after that double underhook piledriver but Smith saved his ass! [Travis Cade staggers back to his feet, moving towards the fallen Dufresne... ...but gets tackled back to the turnbuckles by Matthew Yates!] JD: Yates saves Dufresne now! [With Cade in the buckles, Yates tears into him.] JD: Oh! Kick to the ribs... and another... another... another! [Yates steps back and aims a little higher.] JD: HEAD KICK! Cade drops down to the mat, sitting down in the corner. OHHH! Another hard kick to the chest and head by Yates! [The former gang member takes a step back, waving for the fans to cheer him on as he puts his boot solidly against the face of Travis Cade... ...and rakes the leather shoe across his skin! Big mixed pop!] JD: BOOTSCRAPE! [The crowd grows louder and louder, split in their reaction to the bootscrapes on the Natural.] JD: Over and over again! Just ripping the damn skin off his face! [Pure X regains his feet, walking over to Yates.] JD: What the-?! He's telling Yates to back off? Is Pure X developing some pity? [But as Yates steps back, we see X's true motivation as he puts his own boot on Cade's face... ...and rakes it across his skin!] JD: BOOTSCRAPE BY PURE X! [Smirking, Yates joins Pure X and the duo repeatedly rake their boots across the face of Travis Cade.] JD: DOUBLE BOOTSCRAPE!! OHHHH MY! [The crowd grows louder, some actually leaping to their feet to applaud the brutal move as Cade's face is raked over and over again.] JD: They both finally back away. Cade's barely able to sit up on his own, fans. He may be in serious trouble here after that brutal doubleteam by Matthew Yates and Pure X. [The two men race to separate corners, rebounding back... ...and driving a quartet of feet into the face of Travis Cade with a pair of dropkicks!] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: Awesome. Just awesome. [The crowd rises to its' collective feet to pay tribute to the brutality they're witnessing... not really caring who it's happening to.] JD: Travis Cade rolls to the floor. He needs to try and recover a little bit from that assault he just went through. Pure X and Matthew Yates are standing tall... looking down on- [HUUUUUGE POP!] JD: JUDAS WITH A CROSS BODY ON BOTH OF THEM!! HE WIPED THEM BOTH OUT!!! [Judas quickly springs up, grabbing Pure X who is frantically trying to get away... ...and pulls him into a standing headscissors. DEAFENING POP!] JD: HE'S GOING FOR THE CROSS OF CHANGE ON PURE X! HE WANTS TO SPIKE THAT SON OF A BITCH ON HIS HEAD! [But Pure X drops down to a knee, avoiding the lift... ...and setting up Matthew Yates who sprints across the ring, springing off Pure X's bent knee... ...and _driving_ his own knee into the skull of a shocked Matthew Judas! HUUUUUUGE MIXED POP!] JD: SHINING WIZARD!! WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM?! [Yates dives across the chest of the motionless Matthew Judas as the referee backs Pure X away, trying to clear him out of the ring.] JD: The ref's not making the count! He's trying to get Pure X out of the ring! What an incredible move that was. And as much credit as you give Matthew Yates for seeing the opportunity... you gotta give a ton of credit to Pure X for being enough of a ring general to knowing that he was setting Yates up for that. [An irate Yates slaps the canvas three times, making his own count, but not an official one as the referee is pushing Pure X out of the ring still.] JD: Yates can't believe it! He thinks he had Judas beaten right there... and I believe he's right, fans. Not too many people get up from a Shining Wizard... no matter who is throwing it. But Yates has a good one. [Yates leaps to his feet, pulling Judas up by the hair and firing him to the ropes.] JD: Judas off the ropes. [And Matthew Yates spits on his open palm, giving a clear sign.] JD: XLERAT- ducked by Judas! [Yates quickly turns.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: SUPERKICK! SUPERKICK BY JUDAS! HE CALLS IT THE KISS OF JUDAS!! [Yates collapses from the impact of the kick. Judas falls from the exertion involved in throwing it. And as both men lie on the canvas, Calisto Dufresne starts to recover out on the hardwood floor.] JD: The Pacific Champion is up to a knee on the floor, being comforted by Jonathan H. Smith. We've got Pure X up on his feet in one corner... the Saint on his feet in the other. But everyone else is laid out! [Outside the ring, we see Jonathan H. Smith dip into the pocket of his slacks and withdraw a set of brass knuckles that he quickly passes into the waiting hand of Calisto Dufresne... ...who drops them when Travis Cade tackles him!] JD: CADE TOOK THE KNUCKS OUT OF THE HANDS OF DUFRESNE! [Cade pummels Dufresne with a few right hands before grabbing the knucks... ...and rolling into the ring them!] JD: Cade's got the knucks! He's gonna knock someone the hell out! [The Natural starts towards the dazed Matthew Yates who is trying to get out of the ring but referee Steve Stevens blocks him, preventing him from using the knucks and getting DQd.] JD: Good move by the official. No one wants a DQ. [But with Cade distracted, Pure X drills him in the back of the head with a forearm shot, causing him to drop the knuckles... and then hurls Cade over the ropes to the floor by the hair! Huge heel pop!] JD: Damn him! Pure X clears out Travis Cade and now he's turning his attention to... uh oh... Pure X wants the Saint! We've got Yates out on the floor... Cade and Dufresne out there... Judas is out there as well. We're down to two men inside that ring! [The Saint gladly steps into the ring, tugging his mask to make sure it's in place before stalking towards Pure X... and lunging into a collar and elbow tieup.] JD: Odd time to see a tieup but you never know what'll happen in PWR. We've got a lockup late in the match... the Saint quickly moves into a rear waistlock. [He holds the waistlock for a moment, giving Pure X a chance to try and break the grip to escape... ...but then hoists X off the canvas, dumping him onto his chest with a waistlock takedown! Pop!] JD: Big takedown by the Saint! And he rolls over him... half nelson! [And with the other arm, the Saint applies a chickenwing on X's right arm. The crowd roars.] JD: Whoa! Some signs of mat skill from the Saint. He's got a half nelson locked on one arm and a chickenwing applied with the other. He's got Pure X firmly down on his stomach, pressed down to the mat. [Pure X tries to wriggle loose so he can roll out of it but the Saint pulls back on both holds, pulling X's upper body off the canvas.] JD: Oh my! imagine the pain shooting through Pure X's body right now! He's trying to find a way out but having no- DUFRESNE! [The Pacific Champion slides into the ring and buries his knee in the back of the Saint's neck, breaking the submission hold. He quickly pulls the masked man off the canvas, yanking him into a front facelock.] JD: HERE IT COMES! WHAM BAM THANK YOU- [But before he can lift the Saint off the canvas to spike him home with an Implant DDT, the Saint desperately shoves Dufresne backwards to avoid it... ...and in the process, has his own mask ripped off his head. A ripple of recognition goes over the crowd. The reaction is mixed to say the least.] JD: That's... it's Chris Edwards! It's "Mr. Electricity" Chris Edwards! This guy is a former World Champion in FoPEW... but that was _years_ ago! I haven't seen this guy... or even heard about him being in a wrestling ring in _years_! [The surprise on Dufresne's face is evident... but he quickly recovers, charging at him... ...a charge that Edwards ducks, causing Dufresne to slam into Pure X, knocking him through the ropes to the floor.] JD: PURE X GETS FLOORED! DUFRESNE TURNS! [Edwards snaps off a boot to the gut of Dufresne before quickly hooking a front facelock... ...and smoothly _spiking_ Dufresne headfirst into the canvas with a DDT! Huge mixed pop!] JD: DDT! DDT! DDT! [Seizing the moment, Matthew Judas leaps from the top rope, flipping through the air... ...and crashing down across the chest of Calisto Dufresne with a somersault senton!] JD: SENTON!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! [DING DING DING] JD: JUDAS DID IT! JUDAS PINS DUFRESNE!! [DEAFENING POP!] MC: Your winners of the match... the team of Travis Cade, Chris Edwards, and MAAAAAATHEWWWW JUUUUUUUUDAS!!! [The crowd roars even louder as Judas retakes his feet and has his arm raised in victory by Chris Edwards.] JD: Judas, Cade, and Edwards take a huge victory... and Matthew Judas has got to be on top of the world right now, fans. He's just pinned the Pacific Champion in the middle of the ring... and look out, champ... you've got a new contender on your trail! [With the victory celebration in the ring, the camera cuts to ringside where Matt Tiegs is seated... ...looking fairly pissed off.] JD: Oh my, fans. I totally expected Tiegs to be happy to see his student get this big win but he looks like he could spit nails... and I'm afraid that man right there, Chris Edwards, is the reason why! Tiegs and Edwards... those two have- wait, Edwards is asking for the mic. [Melissa Cannon hands over the house mic to him as most of the wrestlers make their exits... save Chris Edwards who has rolled from the ring now and is approaching the railing where Matt Tiegs is sitting. The few "smart" fans in the area who actually know who Edwards is revel in the moment.. .but the majority are quiet and frankly, pretty stunned that this newcomer has made such a big first impression.] CE: Surprise... surprise... [And cue the super sarcasm.] CE: SURPRISE! [Edwards is just a few feet away from Tiegs now, glaring at him over the railing. The fans in the nearby area are going crazy, wondering what's going on.] CE: Didn't think I'd make it out west, did you? [Tiegs returns Edwards' stare as "Mr. Electricity" points at him.] CE: All of this mystery... all of Judas' little subtle hints involving Quigley, Porter, the rest of the Body Shop... and it turns out to be me! [Edwards turns his attention to the rest of the fans... who're still pretty confused. Wrestling fans have short attention spans, you know?] CE: And none of you f'n had a clue! [The crowd erupts in jeers as Edwards insults their intelligence. He turns back to the Tiegs family... mockingly waving at them.] CE: To clue in eveyone else, Matthew... let's give "the Revolution" a history lesson. You see... back in 1996, there was this promotion you fans might remember as the FoPEW... one of the hottest promotions back in the good ol' days. [A few fans cheer. Thank god for video tape.] CE: Cue me. The youngest World Champion in that company's existance. The _fastest_ World Champion ever... winning it in only my _sixth_ professional match! [Some of the fans jeer now, not really eager to hear this guy's resume.] CE: "Mister Electricity" Chris Edwards... your personal Jesus and the best damn wrestler going now... then... and _ever_. [More jeers. This guy thinks highly of himself. Too highly.] CE: And then cue your guest here at ringside. [Cut to Matt Tiegs who is getting angrier with every word.] CE: Or as I like to call him... my personal _bitch_! [Massive "ohhhhhh!" pop. Tiegs actually takes a step towards the railing but his brother puts a hand on his shoulder, trying to dissuade him. Edwards smirks at the scene before him... his grin growing as the fans get even more on his case.] CE: Yeah, yeah... they found someone who could out-ego Dufresne! Deal with it, people! I have personal business to deal with... [Edwards points a finger at Tiegs again.] CE: ...involving _him_! [Tiegs looks on the verge of hurdling the ringside barricade again... but somehow holds it back.] CE: Yes, Matty-Mo... it's me. Your arch-rival. The man who you can't seemingly beat in a title match if your life depended on it. In other words? My bitch. [Edwards looks around with a big grin on his face. A chant starts.] "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" clap clap clapclapclap [The chant continues... which oddly causes Edwards to laugh.] CE: I bet seeing me spike Dufresne with that Future Shock DDT brings back memories, doesn't it, Matt? [Tiegs again grabs the railing, looking like he's about to jump it and take Edwards' head off his torso. Seeing a "situation" develop, PWR Owner/Operator Todd Michaelson hustles down the aisle with some more PWR officials, wedging themselves between Tiegs and Edwards in an attempt to defuse the showdown. Ricky Tiegs is holding his brother by the arm, trying to keep him at bay.] CE: Memories of you staring at the ceiling... hearing the referee's hand hit the mat three times... and about 15 minutes late, your soccer mom wife waking your punk ass up. [Michaelson can be heard telling Edwards to hand the mic over, trying to shut him up and keep control of the show. But "Mister Electricity" ignores him.] CE: It's so hard dominating someone so badly. Doesn't it just burn that stupid pride of yours that in over a dozen title matches against me... you've only taken a title away from me _once_? ONCE! [The PWR Owner makes his demand a little harder now, demanding the mic get handed over.] CE: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm working this as a favor for Judas, Michaelson. So I have my fifteen minutes of promo time since I do have a contact for this show... or did that slide past your observant attention too, Toddy? [Now, even the boss is getting annoyed at this guy. Edwards backs away from Michaelson's attempt to grab the mic, hopping up on the apron to look down at the Tiegs brothers.] CE: Yes, I kept tabs on Matthew Judas, Tigger. I really did. Why? [Edwards scratches his chin in mock thought.] CE: Because _I_ trained him too, dammit! All I kept seeing in his promos was Tiegs this and Tiegs that. So, when I got a phone call from him asking me to be his partner after a certain deal with those two muscleheads from Pacific Palisades went under... what do you think I did? I thought about it. And then I heard you were going to be here. [A grin as Edwards backs down the apron, staying away from the insistent PWR officials demanding their mic.] CE: Got me to really think, Tigger. I've kicked your ass all over every arena in the Central States area and the Midwest. So, why don't I double-down and kick your ass all over the West Coast too?! [At this point, everyone's almost begging Tiegs or Michaelson or ANYONE to shut this guy up permanently. But Tiegs just stands there, holding in his building anger as Ricky Tiegs and Todd Michaelson act as a human barrier between Matt and the ring.] CE: I see possibilities here, Matthew. I really, really do. This little Dojo Cup thingie you keep harping up and down about. The way I see things, there's two sides to the coin called M-DOJO. There's one side that has their noses so far up Michaelson and Infierno's asses that you could take a Biore strip to 'em and have enough crap to fill this arena. [What the fuck does that mean?] CE: Then there's the side that kicks the crap off their faces led by Takuya Nobu. Plus... there's your "precious university". [Edwards counts on his fingers, holding up three.] CE: And then... well, if I'm reading your proposal right for this Dojo Cup, you need four Dojos for this tournament. Oh, wait a minute... [Wait for it.] CE: Damn! _I_ run a wrestling school too! Well, isn't that a coincidence? I think that makes four teams right there. [Edwards cracks a big grin.] CE: Just like in the Midwest, Tigger. I will own you here and I will _bury_ you and your kiddie corp. Of course... that is... if Toddy there is game to have his kiddie corp spiked on their heads just like his champ just did. [Edwards chuckles, drawing Michaelson's ire this time.] CE: Until the next time, Tigger... remember that I'm signed to a PWR schedule justl ike yours. And remember you only hold _one_ real victory over me, Matt. That trend will continue... just like before... whether it's one on one or dojo versus dojo... because there _is_ no beating excellence. [Finally... _finally_... Edwards slams the microphone down in the middle of the ring and gives the two-handed single finger salute as Michaelson and Ricky Tiegs have to restrain Matt from getting his hands all over his Midwest archrival. Edwards hops over the barricade, exiting the building through the crowd as we see a handful of M-DOJO students including Bling Bling Beaumont and the Falcon Brothers race down to ringside to help keep Matt Tiegs under control. Tiegs is just screaming, desperately struggling against the wall of bodies holding him back as they try to push him away from Edwards and back towards the locker room area.] JD: Fans... whew... we're going to take a brief intermission. We'll be right back. [And as Matt Tiegs finally vanishes behind the curtain, we fade to black.] **************** [We fade back up from black to find Jon Keeton standing before us in the backstage area.] JK: Hello, PWR fans! I'm Jon Keeton, PWR investigative journalist with yet another huge scoop for you. If my sources are correct... and believe me, they are... in mere moments I will be able to go to the ring and announce to the world what stipulation has been chosen for the big Dufresne/City Jack rematch to be held next month in Santa Ana! Add that to the big announcements that I'm told Todd Michaelson will be making before the main event and we've still got a lot more big developments to come out of this show! [Keeton grins, happy with the dirt he's uncovered.] JK: Back to ringside to Melissa Cannon! [We cut back to the ring where Melissa is standing.] MC: The following contest is a Cibernetico Torneo affair with a one hour time limit brought to us by our friends at Southwest Lucha Libre! [Huge pop... especially from the large Latino portion of the crowd on this night.] MC: The rules are as follows. The competitors in this match have been divided into two teams at random and then drew numbers to determine their entry into the match. Two men will enter the ring to do battle. You are only eliminated if you are pinned, submitted, or disqualified. However, you can be replaced in the ring by the next member of your team if you go outside of the ring! This will continue until there is only one man remaining in this match and that man will be declared the winner! [Big pop!] MC: And now... the combatants... [The Gipsy Kings' cover of "Hotel California" starts up as the luchadors begin to make their way through the curtain one by one.] MC: On team #1... EL CALIENTE! SHANNON STOKES! EL GATO NEGRO! PERRA PUNKY! EL NECROMANCO! SUPER SOLAR! AND EL HIIIIJOOOOO DEL DIAAAAABLOOOOO!!! [The seven luchadors make their way down to the ring, surrounding one half of the ring as they wait for their opponents to emerge.] MC: And now... team #2... EL HIJO DEL MORGA! PAPI CULO! ANGEL JUAREZ! EL CORAZON NEGRO! MACHT KRAFTWERK II! GOLDEN TIGER AND ULLLLLLLTRAESTRELLLLLLLLLAAAA!!! [Team #2 surrounds the other half of the ring, trading words with their opposition. Melissa Cannon gives way to SWLL referee Manuel Ortega... who calls for the bell and waves the first two entries into the match.] JD: Okay... this should be a wild one, fans. And our crowd here tonight clearly is loving them some lucha libre. This is a Cibernetico Torneo match with a twist. We're going til there's only one man left! We're working on getting a list of order of entry so bear with us while we're as surprised as you are. You may notice that CUCO Travieso is not in there tonight. We understand that he was unable to appear due to an injury. [On one side of the ring, El Hijo Del Diablo climbs up onto the ring apron to a huge pop from the PWR fans, supporting their hometown export.] JD: El Hijo Del Diablo steps in for Team #1... and would you look at this? [The crowd roars to life as the SouthWest Lucha Libre Owner/Operator El Corazon Negro climbs up onto the apron on the other side, stepping into the ring.] JD: The student versus the teacher that Diablo left M-DOJO to train under. He wanted to learn from El Corazon Negro so badly, he walked out on PWR after only a pair of matches under its' banner. [As the two men edge towards one another, the fans begin to clap in rhythm. Slowly at first and then increasing in tempo... faster... faster... faster... ...and then a tieup!] JD: Here we go! Our big SouthWest Lucha Libre showcase match is underway! I expect this one to be very fast paced and exciting. [Lending credence to Dane's expectations, Diablo immediately applies as a side headlock and just as quickly is thrown off to the ropes.] JD: Diablo off the far side... ducks a clothesline by his teacher. Off the ropes again... [Diablo hurls himself into the air, snaring ECN's head between his legs and taking the Hardcore Luchador down to the mat with a headscissors.] JD: ECN quickly back to his feet... ohhh! Running dropkick on the button by El Hijo Del Diablo! [And with the SWLL trainer staggering to his feet near the ropes, El Hijo Del Diablo charges him... ...but ECN ducks it, allowing Diablo to sail over the ropes and down to the floor.] JD: OHHHH MY! DIABLO OVER THE TOP AND ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE FLOOR! [El Corazon Negro climbs to his feet, looking down at his student with some obvious concern for his hard fall... ...and failing to notice Shannon Stokes taking his place in the ring. Stokes charges across the ring, leaping into a spinning leg lariat that catches the Hardcore Luchador in the back of the head, knocking him out to the floor to a huge pop from the PWR fans!] JD: OH! Shannon Stokes takes out the Hardcore Luchador! Stokes knocks ECN over the ropes to the floor and- [Suddenly, Angel Juarez slides into the ring, drilling Stokes with a forearm shot to the back of the head.] JD: Angel Juarez is the second person in for his team with a sneak attack on Stokes, nailing him from behind. [The boos rain down on Juarez as he brutally stomps and kicks the head and neck of the downed Stokes.] JD: Juarez stomping the hell out of Stokes, trying to soften him up a little bit. [The psychotic man formely known as Angel Demente pulls Stokes off the canvas, tugging him into a standing headscissors.] JD: What the-?! Not a piledriver! In lucha libre, a piledriver is the equivalent of attempted murder, fans! [A huge shower of jeers pours down from the Latino element of the crowd as Juarez attempts to muscle Stokes into the air for the piledriver.] JD: Juarez will be disqualified from the match if he does this... but quite frankly, he's been so disturbed since losing the mask, I don't know if he gives a damn. [Juarez continues to attempt to lift Stokes up... but suddenly, Shannon Stokes stands up, backdropping Juarez to the canvas. Pop!] JD: Stokes got out of it! He avoids the piledriver! Now he's set... waiting for Juarez to rise and- ' "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" ' JD: SUPERKICK! Superkick under the jaw! [Juarez collapses to the canvas as a pumped up Stokes heads to the corner... then slingshots up to the top rope.] JD: Stokes is up top! Shannon Stokes is gonna fly! [Stokes leaps forward, flipping as he sails through the air.] JD: 450! [But as he plummets towards the canvas, Juarez raises his knees... ...and causes Stokes' face to slam down into the knees!] ' "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" ' JD: AY DIOS MIO! [Stokes' head snaps back from the impact in an almost whiplash-like effect. Juarez quickly regains his feet... and spikes Stokes with a DDT before covering.] JD: ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! [DING DING DING] MC: Shannon Stokes has been ELIMINATED! [Before Melissa can even finish, El Caliente has sprung through the ropes, tackling Angel Juarez down to the mat.] JD: Oh! El Caliente es en fuego! [All puns aside, Caliente is battering Juarez on the canvas with right hands... ...until Juarez jabs a thumb into the eye.] JD: Cheap shot! That nutball goes to the eyes and leaves El Caliente temporarily blinded. [Seizing the moment, Juarez rolls away from his attacker, all the way out to the concrete floor which brings Papi Culo into the ring.] JD: Uh oh. El Hoto Grande is in there! Here we go! [Papi Culo sprints towards El Caliente... ...who deadleaps into the air, driving both feet into the ass of Culo. Culo hits the canvas, his ass sticking up into the air.] JD: Uhhhh. [Which makes him easy pickings for El Caliente who wraps him up in a La Majistral cradle for a three count.] JD: Papi Culo's gone! We're down to twelve men! [El Hijo De Morga charges in to face down El Caliente... ...but a standing dropkick knocks him through the ropes and out to the floor.] JD: Goodness! El Caliente is taking down everyone in sight and- [And without warning, Caliente hits the far ropes, rebounding back to dive over the top rope, crashing down onto Morga to a massive pop from the PWR faithful.] JD: OHHHHHHHHHHHH MY!!! A breathtaking dive by El Caliente to completely wipe out El Hijo De Morga... and it looks like we're going to have two new combatants. [The crowd roars once more as Macht Kraftwerk II steps into the ring on one side with El Gato Negro coming in on the other.] JD: El Gato Negro sprinting across the ring... ' "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" ' JD: OHHH! Big kick to the ribs! ' ' "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" ' ' [A series of vicious kicks to the leg bring El Gato Negro down to a kneeling position... ...and MKII finishes him off with a brutal head kick that leaves the crowd groaning in sympathetic agony.] JD: ONE! TWO! THREE! [DING DING DING] MC: El Gato Negro has been ELIMINATED! [But his fellow SWLL student races into the ring right behind him, drilling Macht Kraftwerk II in the back of the head with a forearm shot, knocking him down to the mat.] JD: Perra Punky out of nowhere to go to work... stomping and kicking MKII. [Dragging him to his feet by the mask, Punky deposits MKII on the top rope facing away from the ring... ...then pulls him back into the tree of woe.] JD: Macht Kraftwerk II has been tied to the tree of wo-OHHHHHHHHHHHH! [Another sympathetic groan echoes as Perra Punky steps up to the middle rope... his foot firmly pressed into the groin of MKII.] JD: That's totally uncalled for! Come on, referee! [And as the ref forces a break, Punky kips up using the top rope and swings back, _driving_ his feet into the masked face of MKII.] JD: Nicely done by the SWLL student... the only student left in the match. El Gato Negro is gone. Shannon Stokes is gone. It's up to Perra Punky to try and make an impact for the rookies. [Punky pulls Kraftwerk out of the tree of woe, stomping him violently... and rolling him all the way out to the floor.] JD: MKII to the floor... and in comes Ultraestrella! [Ultraestrella hurdles over the ropes, immediately leaping back into the air to drill Perra Punky with a spinning back kick that takes the student off his feet.] JD: Punky's down now and- WHOOOOA! [The crowd erupts as Ultraestrella hurls himself into the air, uncorking a breathtaking standing Shooting Star Press. He tightly cradles the legs as the ref drops down to count.] JD: ONE! TWO! THREE! [As the bell rings to end Punky's night, Super Solar is already climbing the ropes... ...but Ultraestrella is waiting for him as he charges the buckles, climbing the ropes in a run, and whips Solar down from the top with a hurracanrana. Again, he tightly cradles both legs.] JD: ONE! TWO! THREE! WHOA! What an upset that is! Super Solar is widely considered one of the odds on favorite to become the first SWLL Champion and he just got wiped out in a hurry. Anything can happen at any time in there! [El Necromanco slides into the ring next, already with a potion in hand. He screams out an incantation... then chugs the potion.] JD: This guy's not playing with a full deck. [Once the potion is gone, El Necromanco drops down to the mat, crawling across the ring.] JD: What the hell is he doing? [As he reaches the feet of Ultraestrella, El Necromanco climbs back to a standing position, warily waving an arm back and forth in front of his opponent's face.] JD: Oh sweet Jesus. Does he think he's invisible? [Ultraestrella looks past Necromanco, bringing a giggle from the wizard.] JD: Oh man... this isn't going to be pretty. [Suddenly, as Necromanco turns, Ultraestrella hooks his arms around the wizard's waist, dumping him on his head with a bridging Tiger suplex for a three count.] JD: And Team #1 finds themselves down to two competitors! We've got ourselves a six on two showdown here in Hollywood! [El Hijo Del Diablo slides into the ring... and drills a dropkick into the lower back of Ultraestrella, taking him out to the floor.] JD: And someone finally gets Ultraestrella out of the ring. He did quite a bit of damage in this one and here comes Golden Tiger! OFF THE TOP! [An attempted missile dropkick comes up empty as Diablo sidesteps before quickly applying a Texas Cloverleaf.] JD: CLOVERLEAF! He's got it locked and- [DING DING DING] JD: He tapped! Golden Tiger tapped out! And Diablo chips away at the big lead the other team had built. Now we're down to Diablo and Caliente against ECN, Angel Juarez, El Hijo De Morga, Macht Kraftwerk II, and Ultraestrella. The odds are still stacked firmly against the short-handed squad. [Diablo quickly pops to his feet, turning to face his teacher again before ECN can get an advantage. El Corazon Negro claps his hands together a few times, applauding his student's actions before moving in for a collar and elbow tieup.] JD: Back to a lockup by student and teacher... and quickly into an armtwist by ECN. The teacher's applying pressure to the wrist, trying to take Diablo's arm strength away from- [Suddenly, Diablo grabs the top rope, flipping away from the pressure on the arm... ....and armdragging El Corazon Negro through the ropes and right out to the concrete floor!] JD: Whoa! That was quick! And in comes Angel Juar- [Juarez leaps into the air, springing off the top rope with a rana.] JD: ONE!! TWO!! THRE- [A huge relieved pop goes up as Diablo breaks out of the tight cradle at the last moment.] JD: He couldn't keep him down! Juarez almost had him but- [Juarez springs to his feet, beating Diablo there by a heartbeat and firing him towards the ropes.] JD: Diablo to the far side... clothesli- ducked by Diablo! [And as the luchador races to the other ropes, he _hurls_ himself between the top and middle ropes, slamming into the rising El Corazon Negro with a tope suicido!] JD: TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!! "LU-CHA LI-BRE!" clap clap clapclapclap [The chant continues as El Caliente runs into the ring, drilling Angel Juarez in the back with a dropkick that knocks Juarez into the corner.] JD: Juarez is stunned in the corner. El Caliente hooks him around the waist! [But before Caliente can take him down with a German Suplex, Juarez grabs the top rope, blocking the lift.] JD: Caliente can't get him up! He's got him hooked but- [Sliding down the apron, El Hijo De Morga drills Caliente in the side of the head with a clothesline, breaking his grip... ...and causing the referee to immediately call for the bell!] JD: The ref's DQng Morga! He's throwing him out of the match for outside interference. El Hijo De Morga has been eliminated from this match... and that was a pretty dumb move, fans. Maybe he didn't expect such a quick trigger from the official but- [Macht Kraftwerk II climbs into the ring, staring at El Caliente... who in typical El Caliente fashion, sprints across the ring towards the masked newcomer... ...who promptly attempts to decapitate El Caliente with a superkick!] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: SUUUUPERKICK! [But before Kraftwerk II can make a cover, Ultraestrella tags himself into the match, quickly scaling the ropes... ...and uncorking a breathtaking Phoenix Splash! Massive pop!] JD: PHOENIX SPLASH!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THR- "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: HEAD KICK! HEAD KICK! [Ultraestrella slumps down to the canvas in a heap as El Caliente throws an arm across his chest.] JD: ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! [The fans roar with disappointment as the thrilling Ultraestrella is eliminated from the matchup.] JD: Ultraestrella tried to steal the spotlight from Macht Kraftwerk II and he just got the spotlight handed right back to him. He's gone from this match and it looks like we're down to three on two. El Caliente is in bad shape though after the Phoenix Splash. [With El Caliente struggling to get to the corner to make a tag, El Corazon Negro scales the ropes... pauses... ...then leaps over half the distance of the ring, _driving_ his skull down into the back of El Caliente's skull!] JD: WHOOOOOA MY!! He flew across the ring like he was on wings, fans! Good grief! [A dazed ECN throws an arm over his prone student.] JD: ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! [A mixed pop for El Caliente's elimination from the match... and as El Hijo Del Diablo steps into the ring, showing a little bit of nervousness about facing down all three members of the other team.] JD: Diablo's all alone against El Corazon Negro, Angel Juarez, and Macht Kraftwerk II... and ECN rolls to the floor. That flying headbutt took a lot out of him, I think. That'll bring Angel Juarez legally back into the ring now, squaring off with Diablo. [The first M-DOJO graduate lunges to tie up with the former Angel Demente but Juarez rakes his fingers into the eyes of Diablo, temporarily blinding him and making him easy prey to be driven skull first into the canvas with a inverted DDT!] JD: Inverted DDT out of nowhere and that might be all for Diablo. He's fought hard but- [But as Juarez climbs back to his feet, Macht Kraftwerk II reaches into the ring to slap the shoulder of Juarez, bringing himself into the match.] JD: Kraftwerk's back in... ohhhh! Big senton across the chest by Kraftwerk! A cover! ONE! TWO! THRE- [The crowd gasps as Angel Juarez rips Kraftwerk out of the lateral press, yanking him to his feet... ...and slapping him hard across the face! Pop!] JD: Ohhhh my! It's breaking down here in this one! [Seizing the moment, El Hijo Del Diablo hooks Kraftwerk from behind in a waistlock...] JD: GERMAAAAAAAN SUP- [A big pop goes up as Kraftwerk lands on his feet behind the second generation star. Angel Juarez charges at a stunned Diablo but gets tossed into the air... ...where he sails into Kraftwerk, hooking him around the head with his legs, and snapping the German over the ropes to the floor!] JD: BOTH MEN OUT TO THE FLOOR! JUAREZ TAKES KRAFTWERK OUT OF THE RING! [El Corazon Negro slides back in, rearing back as Diablo slowly turns to face him.] JD: BLACKHEART PUNC- [Diablo deftly avoids ECN's deadly right hand, leaping into the air to scissor the arm and take his teacher down to the canvas.] JD: CROSS ARMBREAKER! DIABLO OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THE CROSS ARMBREAKER! [The second generation star quickly extends ECN's elbow, bending it back... ...and getting the tapout!] JD: And then there were three! El Hijo Del Diablo forces El Corazon Negro to tap out! The cross armbreaker takes ECN as a victim and now Diablo's only got two men left! He's got Angel Juarez and Macht Kraftwerk II battling on the floor and- [Grabbing the top rope, Diablo slingshots... ...and wipes out both Juarez and MKII with a plancha! BIG POP!] JD: This is it! Diablo's feeling the moment! He knows this is his big chance. He knows this is the opportunity he's been waiting all match for. [Grabbing Juarez off the mat, Diablo fires him under the ropes into the ring and climbs up on the ring apron.] JD: He's going up top! If he hits the Devil's Dance, we'll be down to two! He's going for that 450 splash, I think! Diablo to the second rope... now to the top... [Poised up top, Diablo takes flight.] JD: 450! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" JD: HE MISSED! HE MISSED! [Juarez crawls towards Diablo, trying to apply a lateral press... ...and not noticing Macht Kraftwerk II up top, leaping into the air, pumping his arms and legs...] JD: FROG SPLASH!! RIGHT ON _BOTH_ MEN!!! [Kraftwerk throws arms over each as the referee looks confused... ...then counts.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! [DING DING DING] MC: Your winner of the match... MACHT KRAFTWERK II!!! [The masked German raises a weary arm, looking down at the last two men before rolling under the ropes and making his exit towards the locker room area.] JD: A very fast-paced and exciting match from our friends south of the border. Don't forget that SouthWest Lucha Libre will be crowning their first champion at the end of December. And for those of you in the SoCal area, you do _not_ want to miss that! Fans, we are moments away from the first half of our double main event. But before we go to that, I understand that we're about to be joined by the PWR Owner, Todd Michaelson, who has a very special announcement to make to the world. [As the ring clears of the SWLL luchadors, "Ecstacy of Gold" starts up to a big pop from the PWR faithful. Todd Michaelson steps into view clad in the same clothes we saw him in earlier in the evening.] JD: Here comes the boss! [Michaelson slaps a few hands as he makes his way down the aisle towards the ring. He climbs the steps, grabbing the house mic from Melissa Cannon before stepping into the ring.] TM: First, I want to thank everyone for coming out on this holiday weekend to support Pro Wrestling Revolution. If it wasn't for you guys, we wouldn't be here still. But you've come out every month to support us... you've bought the DVDs... and because of it, we're one of the top independent promotions in the country. [Big pop!] TM: So, on behalf of everyone involved here in PWR and from the bottom of my heart, I say thank you. [Another ovation.] TM: And with that spirit in mind, I think we should kick off the holiday season and give you all some early Christmas gifts. Back in the day, the Southern California territory was one of the hottest in the country. The Grand Olympic Auditorium was the home to some of the greatest wrestling action in the business. No, we're not moving to the Grand Oly... at least, not yet. [Michaelson cracks a grin as the fans mockingly boo him.] TM: But what we _are_ doing is adopting an old Southern California wrestling tradition. Every year back in those times, the biggest match of the year was a 22 Man Invitational Battle Royal. [Pop!] TM: Every year, competitors from all over the country came to Los Angeles in an attempt to win that match and start their year in fine fashion. So, in January... we're going to do the same! [Big pop!] TM: A 22 Man Battle Royal will be the main event of the January event that we're very respectfully entitling... "Tradition". There'll be a very nice cash prize for the winner... and to make things just a little more interesting. Whoever wins the battle royal at Tradition will be awarded a shot at the Pacific Championship at our biggest event of the year... our First Anniversary Show in March! [The crowd continues to cheer as Michaelson gestures for them to quiet down.] TM: Nice gift, huh? Well, we're not done yet. For months and months, there's been rumors of Pro Wrestling Revolution hosting a tag team tournament. Well, some time in early 2005... we will! [Huge pop!] TM: And to whet your appetite for it, I'm very pleased to announce that we've already got teams coming in from all over the world for it. Including... RAYA OSCURA AND THE BANSHEE!! [MASSIVE POP!] TM: I thought you'd like that one. We've also got a team coming in from Oita Pro Wrestling in Japan. They're the WPJ Independent Japanese Tag Team Champions, Kensei Tsuwamono and Yoshihiro Gosho! [A decent amount of applause from those with an extensive puro video library.] TM: I'm also happy to announce that the first team to sign on from PWR will be representing SoCal Strong Style... Jaiden Andrews and Travis Cade! [Big pop for the indy "dream team".] TM: We've got a lot more names to announce in the weeks to come... and we're hoping to actually have one of those teams in attendance at Tradition... maybe even to compete. We'll have more details in the days and weeks ahead. Now... one more piece of news... [Michaelson pauses.] TM: As many of you know, I've been conducting a search for a new head trainer for M-DOJO for several months now. Ever since Juvenil Infierno stepped down, we've been looking for someone to step in for him. And a few of the men who have been strongly considered for the job are here tonight. [A loud ovation goes up as our cameraman catches a glimpse of November and Setzer Van Strife. Andrew Tucker, per his UWF contract, stays unseen.] TM: As great of a resume as those men have... we've opted to go a different direction. [The crowd reacts with surprise.] TM: I'd love to have men like them train my students. I'd love to see a former champion work with a future champion. But when it came down to it, I wanted to find someone who _knew_ PWR. There's been someone who has been at M-DOJO since Day One... but has never been seen on a PWR show. This young man showed up at my door one day and said "I want to train here... but I can never step in a PWR ring." [Todd chuckles.] TM: A little odd, I know... but I let him train anyways. And this kid is good... damn good. So, I've spent a few months now trying to get him to work for PWR. But he resisted. But when I offered him the head trainer position at the Dojo, he... well, let's say it was an offer he couldn't refuse. So, after a lot of soul searching on his part, he has accepted. Unfortunately, due to family committments... he could not be here tonight, but allow me to be the first to welcome Joey Spencer as the new head trainer at the Dojo! [A ripple of confusion washes over the crowd as they try to process the news.] TM: I'm happy to announce that Joey'll be at next month's event and he _will_ make his PWR debut in this ring! Fans, enjoy the rest of the show and we'll see you next month! [The crowd cheers as Michaelson makes his exit to "Ecstacy of Gold".] JD: Wow! Three big announcements by the boss and this has been an incredible night, fans. And it's only going to get better. We've got two big matches left. Coming up in just a few moments is our huge cage match... and it'll be one for the ages. Plus, later tonight, we've got the big mask vs hair... Mascara Contra Caballara matchup. We're going to take a brief intermission while the cage goes up... and then we'll be back with the first half of our double main event! [As M-DOJO trainees and a few unknown workers make their way to ringside carrying segments of black metal caging, we fade to black.] ********* [We fade back up from black to find the big black steel cage in place around the ring. It looks... a little shaky, to be honest. It's obvious PWR didn't break the bank on this cage... but it should hold. Maybe.] JD: Welcome back, fans... we're already running late tonight so we're going straight to the ring where Melissa Cannon is ready to go. [A quick cut inside the cage and Melissa Cannon begins the introductions.] MC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and will be held within the confines of this STEEL CAGE! [Huge pop!] MC: Introducing first... standing 6'8 and weighing in at 275 pounds... hailing from Riverside, California... CRUSSSSSHHHHHERRRRR TYYYYYYYYYLERRRRRR!!! ["War Pigs" by Black Sabbath blasts over the PA system, sending the crowd into a massive ovation of jeers. The monster of PWR steps out from behind the curtain, looking out over the jeering crowd.] JD: Here comes the man who believe he's the Ace of this promotion. He thinks that he's the top star. And tonight, he attempts to take down the man many have laid that label upon. [Tyler stands just a few feet beyond the curtain, surveying the Jewish Community Center with a disgusted scowl on his face. He violently whips his neck from side to side, cracking it before flexing his massive muscles. A large tattoo of broken shackles and chains that run from his wrists to his neck helps the outline his massive physique. He methodically makes his way down the aisle, never taking his eyes off the makeshift black metal cage.] JD: The first cage match in the history of Pro Wrestling Revolution is moments away from going down. And you've gotta believe that Crusher Tyler would like nothing more than to make history in his favor here tonight in Hollywood. [Waving a M-DOJO student aside, Tyler steps through the open cage door, climbing into the steel battlefield. Pausing in the center of the ring, Tyler spreads his arms wide, soaking up the jeers of the capacity crowd.] JD: One of the most disliked competitors in PWR. Tyler has no respect for this company... for the school he comes from... for no one he faces inside that ring. He believes he's been overlooked by everyone since Day One and tonight, he'll make people notice him or die trying. [Tyler leans in the turnbuckles, awaiting his longtime rival joining him inside the squared circle.] MC: And his opponent...making his way down the aisle... ["Superstar" by Saliva plays over the P.A. System.] MC: ...hailing from Anaheim, California. [The homestate, "we know who's about to come out" pop ensues.] MC: He stands 6'0" and weighs in at 229 pounds... JAIIIIIDEEEEEN ANNNNNDREWWWWWS!!! [The lights all around the entrance start flashing on and off in multi-colored fashion. The curtains part to either side, and the crowd reaches a deafening roar as stepping out is Jaiden Andrews. With his arms raised high into the air, Andrews lets out a yell, shouting "CRUSHER IS DEAD!" In response to him, the crowd begins a very loud chant:] "FUCK HIM UP JAIDEN, FUCK HIM UP!" *CLAP CLAP* "FUCK HIM UP JAIDEN, FUCK HIM UP!" *CLAP CLAP* "FUCK HIM UP JAIDEN, FUCK HIM UP!" *CLAP CLAP* [Andrews is clad in a black t-shirt with "SoCal Strong Style" emblazoned on the front in red letters, along with a baggy pair of red basketball shorts. The shorts go past the knees, have black stripes down either side of the legs, and have "ANDREWS" stitched onto the backside. In addition, he has a pair of black boots with "SoCal" on each side. Andrews makes his way down to the ring, his eyes locked on the steel cage that stands before him, Immediately, his demeanor goes from fun-loving to business, though he still takes the time to slap hands with the fans on his way down. He then stops right at the entrance to the ringside area, taking the time to look at the massive structure.] JD: Jaiden Andrews looks somewhat intimidated by this steel structure, and with good reason. From what I've learned, this is Andrews' first Steel Cage Match. This match is going to be bloody, folks, and Andrews looks ready to fight. [Walking up to the ringside steps, Andrews removes his shirt, throwing it into the crowd. And then he opts to make this entrance memorable, scaling the wobbly steel cage.] JD: Andrews is going to top of the cage already! He wants to see every single fan in this place! [The J*STAR Crown winner stands atop the cage, arms raised to the sky, pointing out as he looks out all of his fans in the building. They roar their appreciation for him.] JD: Listen to these fans cheer Jaiden Andrews. Over the course of our first year, they've really grown to love this young man. He's one of the most charismatic, most exciting athletes in PWR. He's- [And with Crusher Tyler in the middle of the ring, screaming at Andrews to "get down and fight", Jaiden Andrews gives every person watching a moment they'll never forget.] JD: What the-!? NOOOOOOO! [The crowd _explodes_ as Andrews hurls himself backwards off the top rope in a moonsault, floating through the air... ...and crashing down on a shocked Crusher Tyler! DEAFENING POP!] JD: AAAAAAAABUUUUUUNAAAAAAAAAAAAAI!!! "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!" [The crowd continues to roar as a pumped-up Andrews climbs to his feet, pointing at his screaming fans.] JD: These people are going nuts! And who can blame them! Jaiden Andrews... my god, now _that's_ how you kick a match off! [Referee Steve Stevens frantically calls for the bell to start the match as Melissa Cannon bails from the ring. With the crowd still on its' feet, Andrews drops down onto his fallen rival.] JD: Yeah! Kick his ass, Jaiden! [Straddling Tyler in a mount, Andrews drills him with right hands to the head.] JD: Mounted punches by the Anaheim native, doing a number on Crusher Tyler in the early moments. And from the fire in his eyes, you can see just how badly Jaiden Andrews wants to win this match at any costs. He already put his body on the line in a major way and now he's just beating the tar out of Tyler. [Andrews gets to his feet, dragging Tyler back to his feet and grabbing a handful of hair.] JD: Andrews has got him... TO THE CAGE! [But the powerful arms of Crusher Tyler get extended between his head and the steel mesh wall, blocking any attempt to slam his skull into it.] JD: Crusher's got it blocked. It may be too early to- [Tyler goes downstairs with an elbow to the gut before grabbing a handful of Andrews' hari.] JD: He's got Jaiden now... CAGE! [But just as Tyler did, Andrews extends his arms, blocking the headfirst slam into the steel mesh. The crowd cheers the back-and-forth exchange as Andrews holds his ground.] JD: Neither man has been softened up enough to go into the cage wall and- ohh! Hard forearm shot to the side of Andrews' head! Oh! Another one! Andrews is staggered from the impact of those blows. [The J*STAR Crown winner staggers back into the corner, reeling under the ferocity of the forearm strikes.] JD: Andrews is hanging on to the ropes, trying to stay on his feet. [Walking into the corner, Tyler lifts his leg, pressing his boot firmly against the throat of his rival.] JD: Choke! That's a choke, dammit! [Referee Steve Stevens is immediately on the scene, trying to get between Tyler and Andrews, ordering Crusher Tyler to break the choke.] JD: The referee will try and get him to break it... but in a cage match, anything goes. If Crusher Tyler wants to choke to a twenty count, it's all fair game in this one. [Stevens' demands are ignored as Andrews starts gasping for air, coughing out of control as he flails his arms, trying to break Tyler's grasp.] JD: Finally, Crusher Tyler lowers his boot, breaking the choke. [But he turns up the ferocity of his assault, much to the fans' dismay.] JD: Ohh! Forearm shot to the side of the face! What a shot that was! [With Andrews cornered, Tyler unleashes a barrage of forearm shots.] "WHAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAP!" [Andrews stumbles from the impact, sliding down in the corner... but Tyler refuses to let him fall, grabbing the Anaheim native by the wrist and firing him across the ring instead.] JD: Irish whip by Tyler! Andrews to the far corner... here comes Crusher! [The Riversidian stampedes across the ring, extending his arm at the last moment... ...just in time for Andrews to see it and dive out of the way, forcing Tyler to slam chestfirst into the turnbuckles! Big pop!] JD: Andrews avoided the clothesline in the corner! [And as Tyler hits the buckles, Andrews spins him around and lets loose a series of his own forearms.] "WHAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAP!" [He punctuates the flurry with a picture perfect standing dropkick to the jaw before climbing back to his feet... ...and nearly having his head ripped from his body with a stunning running lariat that flips Andrews inside out before dumping him down on the canvas in a heap. Huge mixed pop!] JD: Good grief, Linus! What a lariat by Crusher Tyler! He nearly decapitated Jaiden Andrews with that... just lying on the canvas now. This crowd is solidly behind Jaiden Andrews... but right now, they don't have a whole lot to cheer about. Andrews started the match as a house of fire but Tyler put that fire out in a hurry. [Dragging Andrews off the mat, Tyler drives two solid elbow strikes to the back of his neck before snap maring him down to the mat... ...and connecting with a big leaping legdrop across the throat!] JD: Tyler looks like he's going for the neck... maybe thinking ahead to the Death Valley Driver. You know he'll be looking to hit that at some point in the matchup... sooner rather than later most likely. [The egotistical Tyler boots Andrews in the ribs a few times, sneering at him before pulling him up by the hair into a front facelock.] JD: DDT perhaps? He's set and- [Pop!] JD: Andrews pushes back to the corner! He felt the DDT coming and did whatever he needed to do to stay out of it. Andrews avoids whatever- ohh! Hard elbow to the back by Tyler! He's trapped in the corner and doesn't like it one damn bit, fans. [A few more hard elbows find the mark on his upper back and neck before Andrews breaks his hold in the buckles, straightening up...] "WHAAAAAAAAP!" "WOOOOOOOOO!" JD: Big chop by Andrews! Right on target! Right across the chest of Crusher Tyler! "WHAAAAAAAAP!" "WOOOOOOOOO!" JD: Another one! Andrews is lighting up the chest of the former bodybuilder! [With Tyler leaning in the buckles, Andrews pops up to the middle rope, firing punches at the skull of the big man.] "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" "TEN!" [After the tenth right hand bounces off the skull of his rival, Andrews finds himself shoved off the midbuckle, crashing down to the canvas but rolling right up to his feet.] JD: Here comes Tyler! BOOOOOT! [Andrews ducks under the big boot thrown at his head and promptly leaps backwards, flipping to drive a boot down into the skull of the muscular Tyler. Big pop!] JD: SOMERSAULT KICK ON TARGET! [The kick knocks Tyler down to a knee, allowing Andrews to set up.] JD: He's going for the Shining Wizard! The crowd is on its' feet! HERE HE COMES! [Andrews sprints towards Tyler... ...who promptly pulls referee Steve Stevens in front of him, blocking Andrews' attempt. Huge heel pop!] JD: What a coward! First, he walks out on match after match and now he's using the referee as a human shield! Some people might call that a smart move... I think it shows how much of a chickenshit Crusher Tyler actually is! [Referee Stevens tries to get free... but Tyler throws him in Andrews' direction, distracting the J*STAR Crown winner.] JD: Oh, come on! That kind of stuff isn't what we want to see in Pro Wrestling Revolution! [Andrews untangles himself from the referee, turning away from Tyler... ...and getting decked with a running lariat to the back of the head and neck, knocking him back down to the mat again.] JD: Crusher Tyler takes him down again! He used the referee to distract Andrews and then took him down with the enzuilariato! And not to be Captain Obvious... but that's another blow to the neck. It's becoming very obvious that Crusher Tyler is trying to soften up that neck for the DVD. [Tyler drives a few hard stomps into the back of Andrews' neck... and then pull him into a camel clutch.] JD: Camel clutch applied [Sitting down on the small of Andrews' back, Tyler pulls back on his chin, further tweaking the neck.] JD: This could be trouble for Jaiden Andrews! Tyler's got him trapped in the center of the ring in that camel clutch... really stretching out the neck. Andrews is clawing at the mat, trying to find a way out of this. He won't submit though, fans... bet on it. He wants to win this match far too much for that. [Andrews wriggles an arm out from over Tyler's knee, trying to force his fingers under Tyler's, trying to get out of the hold.] JD: Jaiden's not having any luck yet... but he's trying, dammit. Tyler tugs back a little harder. There's gotta be a tremendous amount of pressure on that neck, fans. Crusher Tyler's using all of his power right here to try and force a submission out of Jaiden Andrews. [But his attempt to count gains just enough space for him to slip out of the chinlock. He slides back under Tyler, tugging his legs out from under him. Popping to his feet, he tucks his feet under the armpits of the on-his-stomach Tyler, flipping to the side into a cradle.] JD: CRADLE!! ONE!! TWO!! [Disappointed pop!] JD: Kickout by Tyler! [But there's no rest for the weary as Andrews dives at the kneeling Tyler, quickly wrapping him up into an Oklahoma Roll!] JD: ROLLUP! ONE!! TWO!! [Tyler again kicks out of the pin attempt with relative ease, avoiding the loss he's so desperate to avoid.] JD: Andrews may be showing some influence from his friend Travis Cade here. Cade has some of the tightest pinning combinations in all of professional wrestling and it looks like Andrews may be trying to emulate some of that here tonight in Hollywood. [As Tyler climbs to his feet, he's met with a big dropkick that sends him sailing back to the ropes. Andrews quickly gets back up, charging in behind him...] JD: Here comes Jaiden Andrews! Clothesli- [But Tyler hoists Andrews into the air by the upper thighs, leaning backwards... ...and _driving_ Andrews facefirst into the steel mesh of the cage! Huge mixed pop!] JD: FLAPJACK INTO THE STEEEEEEL! [The crowd buzzes as Andrews rolls around on the canvas, hands up on his head, feeling the impact of his skull on solid unforgiving steel.] JD: Jaiden Andrews took an incredibly hard shot to the head right there, fans. He went down like he'd been shot and he hasn't gotten up yet. [Andrews rolls over onto his back, revealing a nasty gash on his forehead that is spurting blood all over his face.] JD: Oh my! Jaiden Andrews has been busted wide open, fans. That flapjack did more damage than we thought. That flapjack busted him wide open! Blood is streaming down the face of Jaiden Andrews and- [Tyler crawls over to him, driving clenched fists into the cut forehead, trying to deepen the cut and increase the bloodflow.] JD: Crusher Tyler is a savage animal, fans. He's got Andrews split wide open, blood pouring down his head. [A few more right hands to the head and Tyler climbs to his feet, reaching down to pull his bloodied enemy off the mat... ...and into a standing headscissors.] JD: Oh god. What's he-? Powerbomb?! [Tyler hoists Andrews into the air, sliding him into a crucifix powerbomb position.] JD: A crucifix powerbomb?! But Andrews is- no! [The muscular monster races across the ring, apparently with the intent of hurling Andrews head and neckfirst into the steel mesh.] JD: NOOOOOOOO! [At the last possible second, Andrews wriggles free, dropping to his feet behind Tyler, reaching back with both arms... ...and taking Crusher Tyler down with a backslide!] JD: BACKSLIDE!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! TH- [HUUUUUUGE disappointed pop!] JD: Oh my! That backslide was tightly executed! That was a lot closer than anyone expected it to be, fans. Jaiden Andrews almost stole a win right there with the backslide! [Andrews quickly gets back to his feet, wiping a hand across his brow to get the blood away from his eyes as Crusher Tyler regains his feet as well... ...and gets creamed with a big forearm shot!] JD: OHHH! Tremendous forearm by Andrews! [Fired up, Andrews continues to let the forearms fly, connecting with the skull of Tyler and knocking him back into the ropes.] JD: Andrews has him backed down! Andrews is- [Slapping his forearm, Andrews makes a complete 360.] JD: ROLLING ELLLLLLB- [Tyler ducks the wildly thrown elbowsmash, hooking Andrews as he goes by around the neck and arm... ...while sweeping out Andrews' legs with his own, _driving_ the back of Jaiden Andrews' skull into the canvas!] JD: STO! STO! GOOD GOD!! [The crowd collectively groans from the impact of Jaiden Andrews' skull meeting the canvas... and then gets worried as Tyler dives down onto his rival in a lateral press.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! TH- [BIG POP!] JD: Shoulder up! Jaiden just slipped the shoulder off the mat in time! [Tyler pushes up to his knees, smirking at the downed and bloodied Andrews. Referee Steve Stevens shows him two fingers before he even asks and Tyler nods arrogantly as he climbs to his feet.] JD: Tyler back to his feet. He's gotta be feeling pretty confidant at this point of the match, fans. He looks like he could finish Jaiden off at any time. [Back on his feet, Tyler reaches down and tugs Andrews up to his feet by the hair.] JD: Front facelock applied... turning him over.... ohhh! And he snaps him down with a hangman's neckbreaker to the canvas! [Tyler shows off that overconfidence by pressing a lone hand down on the chest of Andrews while kneeling by him.] JD: That's a cover? ONE!!! TWO!!! [Big pop!] JD: You're not gonna pin Jaiden Andrews with a cover like that, you son of a bitch! This man is a fighter... this man has true fighting spirit. Tournament or not... he _is_ the Spirit of the Revolution embodied! [Climbing back to his feet, Tyler pulls the bloodied Andrews up, tugging him into a standing headscissors.] JD: He's going for the powerbomb again?! [Showing his incredible strength, Tyler easily muscles Andrews into the air... but at the peak of the lift, Andrews begins peppering Tyler with right hands, enough of them to cause Tyler to fall backwards as Andrews tightly cradles both legs!] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THR- [Big disappointed pop!] JD: So close! Those cradles are oh so close to getting him the big win, fans. Can you imagine the tantrum Crusher Tyler will have if he gets pinned with a cradle?! [Blood drips onto the canvas as Andrews pushes up to his feet, scoring with a dropkick to the knee of the rising Tyler, taking him back down to a knee.] JD: YEAH! [The crowd erupts as Andrews takes a few steps back, the whole building knowing what he has in mind.] JD: SHINING WIZAR- OHHHHHHHHHH! [A similar reaction comes from the fans as Crusher Tyler explodes out of his kneeling position, obliterating the charging Andrews with a flying shoulderblock!] JD: My god! What impact on that! [Tyler does a pushup, the camera zooming in on his grinning face as he forces himself to his feet, glaring at the bloodied rival at his feet.] JD: Crusher Tyler thinks this is a cakewalk. Jaiden Andrews will fight you until his last breath, Tyler. He will fight you with every ounce of being in his damn body! You want to finish him? You better bring more than a shoulderblock and a one armed cover! [Dragging Andrews off the canvas again, Tyler hoists him into the air, dropping him on the top rope facing away from the ring.] JD: What's he got in mind here, fans? Jaiden Andrews has been set down up top... and Crusher Tyler is scaling the ropes behind him. Up to the middle rope... hooking him... [The crowd buzzes as Tyler looks prepared to bring his rival crashing down.] JD: A belly to back superplex? That's what it looks like! That's what- [Cheers erupt as Andrews lashes backwards with an elbow to the side of the face... and a second... and a third...] JD: Jaiden's fighting it! He's trying to get away from Tyler's power offense! He's trying to- ohh! Another hard back elbow! [An irate Tyler winds up...] "WHAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAP!" [Five brutal forearm shots strike home on the upper back and neck of Andrews... and then Tyler hooks him around the waist again... ...but catches his head swung violently backwards into the bridge of his nose, sending the big man toppling from the buckles to the mat below to a huge pop!] JD: Jaiden battles free! He's got a moment to recover... oh my god! He's up top! [Andrews hurls himself blindly backwards off the top rope, corkscrewing through the air... ...and _crashing_ down across the chest of Crusher Tyler! DEAFENING POP!] JD: PHOENIX SPLASH! PHOENIX SPLASH! ONE!!! TWO!!! TH- [HUUUUUGE DISAPPOINTED POP!] JD: OHHHH MY! Andrews took to the air with the Phoenix Splash... and it sounds like a great deal of the fans jammed into the Jewish Community Center thought it was over! But Tyler managed to get a shoulder up before the three count! The war goes on! [Andrews pushes out of the pin attempt, quickly scissoring the arm and falling back with it.] JD: JUJIGATAME!!! OUT OF NOWHERE!! [Tyler immediately rolls to his side, pushing up to his feet to try and block the arm from being fully extended.] JD: Tyler quickly gets the leverage reversed though... he's just too strong for something like that to have an effect without being softened up first. [The big man reaches down to grab his own wrist... ...and hoists Andrews off the canvas! Huuuuge pop by the impressed crowd!] JD: My god! He's gonna powerbomb his way out of the jujigatame! He's going to- [But the buzzing crowd grows louder as Tyler keeps lifting... and lifting... and lifting... ...somehow muscling Andrews up into a fireman's carry!] JD: OH MY GOD! HE'S GOING FOR THE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! HE'S GOING TO- [A wriggling Andrews slips free, landing on his knees behind Tyler where he quickly hooks him... taking him down in a schoolboy rollup!] JD: SCHOOLBOY!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [MASSIVE DISAPPOINTED POP!] JD: Holy hell! He almost had him! Those damn rollups! If this is the influence of Travis Cade, Jaiden Andrews is going to be even _better_ in 2005! [The bloody Anaheim native scampers to his feet... ...but catches a knee to the midsection from the rising Crusher Tyler, cutting off any further attempt at offense.] JD: Tyler caught him coming in... back into a standing headscissors... [Showing his power, Tyler hoists Andrews into the air for a powerbomb... spins... ...and _drives_ the back of his head and back into the steel wall of the cage! Huge shocked pop!] JD: He powerbombed him _into_ the damn cage! He could- my god, he could have busted the back of Andrews' head open. Could have cracked it like a damn melon! [Tyler continues to display his strength, holding Andrews in the air before ripping him away from the cage wall... ...and then lunging forward, driving his head into the steel again! The crowd groans again in sympathy for their hero who is getting pummeled at this point in the match.] JD: And he's still got him up! He's been driven headfirst into the cage twice and he's still- [Tyler tries to pull Andrews away from the wall, but finds that his rival has clung to the mesh, refusing to be put into another powerbomb.] JD: Jaiden's trying to hang on... desperate to avoid another powerbomb to the steel mesh. Come on, Jaiden! Fight him off! [Andrews slips a leg free from Tyler's grasp, driving his boot into the face of the former bodybuilder.] JD: OHH! Tyler staggers away and- [And Andrews desperately hurls himself towards Tyler, hooking him in a front facelock... ...spinning through the air... ...and _spiking_ Crusher Tyler on top of his skull on the canvas! HUGE POP!] JD: OHHHHH MY! WHAT A DDT!!! [But the exhaustion in doing the move after the two powerbombs prevents him from being able to do anything more.] JD: Jaiden can't make a cover, fans. He's too exhausted to make a cover! Crusher Tyler is down but Jaiden Andrews can not take advantage of it at all! [The crowd starts chanting, trying to get their hero back to his feet.] "JAI-DEN!" clapclapclap "JAI-DEN!" clapclapclap "JAI-DEN!" clapclapclap "JAI-DEN!" clapclapclap "JAI-DEN!" clapclapclap [Slowly, both men start to stir. Andrews is the first to a knee, wiping blood from his face as it continues to flow steadily. Tyler pushes himself off the canvas, turning to face his bloodied enemy.] JD: And even after the big DDT, it's Crusher Tyler who is back on the attack, moving in on- [POP!] JD: FOREARM BY ANDREWS! Jaiden caught him under the jaw! [The crowd roars as Andrews unleashes a flurry of forearms, staggering Tyler back towards the ropes.] JD: Come on, Jaiden! Knock his damn head off his shoulders! [Andrews attempts to do exactly that as he executes a 360 spin...] JD: ROLLING ELB- [But again, Tyler deftly avoids the elbow strike, this time hooking a side waistlock and hoisting Andrews into the air...] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: BACKDROP DRIIIIIIIIIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! [The crowd goes silent as Andrews _slams_ into the canvas at an incredible velocity, landing right on the back of his head and neck at a sickening angle.] JD: My god, fans... that might be it right there. [Tyler crawls towards the downed Andrews, throwing an arm across his chest.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [DEAFENING POP!] JD: HE KICKED OUT! MY GOD, HE KICKED OUT!! [Tyler pushes up to his knees, his eyes soaked with shock as the crowd roars for Andrews' fighting spirit.] JD: Jaiden Andrews refuses to stay down! Refuses to lose! Jaiden Andrews kicked out of the backdrop driver just _barely_ but in this game, barely is enough! [The savage Crusher Tyler climbs to his feet, glaring at a barely moving Andrews.] JD: This can't be good, fans. Jaiden Andrews may be unconscious after that... he could have suffered a major skull injury from that hard fall to the canvas. Crusher Tyler looks like he can have his way with Andrews right now. This match may be moments away from ending. [Tyler peels Andrews off the canvas, pulling him into a fireman's carry.] JD: He's got him up! Here comes the Death Valley Driver and the end of this match! [The big man walks out to the center of the ring, holding Andrews in position to be spiked on his skull into concussion city.] JD: If he hits this, it's over, fans. It's all over if he- [But just as he shifts his weight, Andrews manages to slip out of the hold, dropping down to his knees on the mat... ...and driving his arm up into the groin of his rival!] JD: OHHHH! LOW BLOW BY JAIDEN ANDREWS!!! [The crowd roars with approval. See, you can cheat if you're cheating against a bad guy. It's one of those unwritten rules of wrestling.] JD: Tyler's hurting bad now! And Jaiden- [Tyler is doubled over as he slowly turns... ...and gets _spiked_ on his skull with a quick but impactful DDT by the Anaheim native! HUGE POP!] JD: DDT! Jaiden Andrews scores with the DDT out of nowhere! He saved himself big time right there. If he hadn't hit that, Tyler was going to finish this match. You could hear the creepy voice saying "Finish Him!". [With his rival downed, a bloodied Andrews crawls to the ropes, using them to pull himself off the mat.] JD: Andrews leaning against the ropes, trying to stay on his feet... trying to- TYLER TO A KNEE! [And Andrews races towards him.] JD: SHINING WIZ- [But instead of using the kneestrike, Andrews drives both feet squarely into the face of Tyler, knocking him flat on the canvas.] JD: Whoa! Andrews switches gears on us! Everyone in the building thought the Shining Wizard was coming but he used a dropkick instead and absolutely levelled Crusher Tyler in the process! [Andrews again grabs the ropes, pulling himself to his feet... and staggering towards the corner.] JD: Is he-?! My god! Jaiden Andrews is going up top! Jaiden Andrews is gonna fly! He's slowly climbing the ropes... man, he can barely even stand up on his own, let alone climb somewhere. [But with Tyler floored from that dropkick, Andrews has plenty of time to use the steel mesh as support. He steps up to the middle rope, pausing a moment with the crowd roaring to cheer him upwards.] JD: Come on, Jaiden! Get up there and do it! Put this son of a bitch down once and for all! [Andrews shakes his head, apparently clearing the cobwebs before stepping up to the top rope., leaning on the cage wall to stay standing.] JD: Jaiden's having a real hard time standing up there, fans. He's... he's in trouble. Andrews is leaning against the steel mesh... trying to keep his balance... trying to- [Suddenly, he gives up, throwing himself into the air where he pumps his arms and legs... ...and crashes down across the chest of Crusher Tyler! Huge pop!] JD: FROG SPLASH!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [DEAFENING DISAPPOINTED POP!] JD: Tyler gets the shoulder up! How much closer can you come to putting someone down for a three count?! These guys are kicking out of everything! They just want to beat each other so badly! Jaiden Andrews refuses to lose... Crusher Tyler wants to be the Ace. What more can these two men do to one another?! [Andrews staggers to his feet again, pulling himself up with the ropes, cradling his midsection.] JD: Jaiden's back to his feet... and he's going up again?! What the hell is he planning on doing? [The J*STAR Crown winner begins climbing the ropes, a little quicker than last time. He reaches the top rope, leaning against the steel mesh again.] JD: Another frog splash perhaps? He might be able to finish this right now if he- oh my god. [The crowd roars as Andrews turns around... ...and starts climbing the cage.] JD: Where the hell is he going now?! This son of a bitch is out of his damn mind, fans! Jaiden Andrews is bloodied, he's been battered... and he's climbing the damn cage! [But down on the floor, Crusher Tyler starts to stir, rolling over onto his stomach... and pushing himself back to his feet, grabbing the ropes to prevent falling back down.] JD: Andrews continues to climb... but he doesn't know that Tyler's on his feet! Crusher Tyler is standing... and he's climbing the ropes, heading up to the top rope as well! Jaiden, turn around! [The roaring crowd shouts warnings to Andrews, hoping to get him to spot his rival climbing up behind him. Soon, Tyler is on the top rope, just out of reach from grabbing Jaiden Andrews by the ankle.] JD: Tyler's stretching... trying to- no, he can't quite get him! Andrews is almost to the top of the cage and- [The crowd gasps in unison as Tyler steps up on the cage, grabbing the ankle of his climbing rival. Andrews reacts with shock, gripping the mesh to make sure he's not pulled down.] JD: Uh oh! This is bad news for Andrews! This is- [Andrews manages to turn around, facing the inside of the ring while Tyler tries to edge closer to him.] JD: Come on, Jaiden! [A hard boot from the Anaheim native cracks Tyler in the chest, trying to boot him down from the cage wall and back down to the canvas below.] JD: Andrews is fighting him! Trying to- [Tyler returns fire by cracking him with a forearm shot to the ribcage... then steps up higher on the cage, grabbing his rival by the hair... ...and slamming it down on the top of the cage frame!] JD: Oh my god! Hang on, Jaiden! [Andrews recoils from the blow, hanging onto the cage frame, trying to avoid falling back down to the mat. Blood continues to flow from his forehead... but he manages to throw a weak jab to the gut of Tyler, grabbing him by the hair... ...and slamming his head into the mesh!] JD: They're about ten feet above the ring, brawling in a very precarious position! These two are trying to beat the hell out of each other in the worst possible place in the building to do it! [Andrews pulls himself up to a sitting position on top of the cage, driving another boot into Tyler's face... and another... and a third... ...and then suddenly hurls himself over Tyler, hooking him around the waist... ...plummeting through the air towards the canvas.] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: SUNSET POWERBOMB OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE!!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!! "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" JD: These fans are on their feet! They can not believe what they just saw and neither can I! That's one of the damndest things I've ever seen done in a wrestling ring, fans... in _any_ wrestling ring! [Both men are motionless on the canvas, just inches away from one another, but unable to make the pin attempt that would certainly end the match at this point.] JD: What an incredible moment that was! That'll make the highlight reels, that's for damn sure. [Referee Steve Stevens runs back and forth between the two men, trying to revive them... not wanting to have make the dreaded double countout.] JD: Come on! Get up! [The fans begin clapping in rhythm, trying to rally both men back to their feet.] JD: Get up, dammit! Fight! [As the crowd continues to rally their favorites, Jaiden Andrews begins crawling towards the downed Crusher Tyler... ...and throws an arm across his chest.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- NO!!! NO!! NO!! [DEAFENING SHOCKED POP!] JD: Crusher Tyler... my god, he got the shoulder up! It had just been too long... it took too long to make the cover and he got the damn shoulder off the canvas! Jaiden Andrews immediately rolls onto his back... hands up at his face, he can't believe it! These fans are on their feet still! They can sense the end may be near! [Andrews sits up, still shaking his head as he drags himself up to his feet... ...and slaps his elbow, waiting for Tyler to get to his feet as well.] JD: Jaiden's set... he's ready... [And as Tyler gets up...] JD: ROLLING ELB- ducked by Tyler! Boot to the gut! [With Andrews doubled up, Tyler hooks him for a powerbomb lift... hoisting him into the air... ...where Andrews immediately starts throwing right hands.] JD: Jaiden's fighting him off! Jaiden's trying to fight out of the powerbomb! He's trying to- [The barrage of punches causes Tyler to stagger towards the corner... ...where Andrews manages to break the big man's grasp, stepping up to the top rope.] JD: JAIDEN! [The crowd _erupts_ once more as Andrews executes a full front flip, snaring Tyler's head between his legs... ...and snapping him over in a rana, reaching back to tightly cradle the legs! DEAFENING POP!] JD: CELESTIAL PHENOM- ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! [The crowd _explodes_ into cheers, screaming their damn lungs out... ....which turns to overwhelming boos as the referee throws two fingers up in the air!] JD: WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL?! That was three, dammit! This match is over! [Jaiden Andrews is in hysterics, on his knees with his head covered with his hands, screaming in frustration. He pushes himself up to his feet, grabbing referee Steve Stevens by the collar and pushing him back into the corner, screaming at him.] JD: Jaiden! That won't help! Stay focused! [But with Andrews bullying the official, it gives Tyler time to slide up to his feet, staggering up behind the distracted Andrews and as the bloodied competitor turns... ...he gets hoisted up in a fireman's carry!] JD: NO!! NO!!! NOOOOOOOOOO! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: DEATH VALLEY DRIIIIIIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! ABUNAAAAAAI!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [DEAFENING SHOCKED POP!] JD: HOLY SHIT! SHOULDER UP! SHOULDER UP! MY GOD, THE SHOULDER IS UP!! [This time, it's Crusher Tyler who loses all control, slapping the canvas in total frustration... and dragging Andrews off the mat by his bloodied hair.] "This motherfucker dies tonight!" [The crowd roars with derision at Tyler's threat... then buzzes as he scoops Andrews up in another fireman's carry... ...but this one sees Andrews slip out.] JD: JAIDEN! Tyler turns- [POP!] JD: FOREARM! ANOTHER! ANOTHER! [The crowd grows louder and louder with every forearm shot thrown to the skull of the big man, rocking him more and more.] JD: JAIDEN ANDREWS IS FIGHTING THIS WITH EVERYTHING HE'S GOT!! FIGHTING SPIRIT!!! RENPATSU! [With Tyler dazed, Andrews spins around...] JD: ROLLING ELB- ducked by Tyler! [...but this time, Andrews just keeps on spinning...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: ROOLLLLLLLLLING ELLLLLLLLLLLBOOOOOOOOOOOW!!! [DEAFENING POP! Tyler falls back into the ropes from the impact of the forearm shot... then bounces off, staggering towards a waiting Jaiden Andrews who somehow hoists Tyler up in a fireman's carry...] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: DVD! DVD! JAIDEN- HOW THE HELL DID HE GET HIM UP!?!? [An exhausted Andrews slumps down onto Tyler.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [DEAFENING SHOCKED POP!] JD: Son of a- he got the damn shoulder up too! This is one of the damndest matches I've ever seen, fans. These two are throwing everything they've got at each other and they both keep getting back up! [Both men are down on the canvas, chests heaving as they try and suck oxygen into their bodies to keep going. Andrews face is completely caked in dry blood, the wound having healed for the most part at this point in the battle.] JD: Andrews rolls to his stomach...crawling... it's a damn belly crawl across the ring, trying to get to the ropes so he can pull himself to his feet. This is a war and a half, dammit. [While Andrews gets closer to the ropes, Crusher Tyler has used the ropes to pull himself to a seated position, arm wrapped around his head and neck and an agonized grimace on his face.] JD: Crusher's hurting bad... Andrews is as well. These two men have given everything they've got in this one. They've showed the kind of fighting spirit this company is known for. Now it all comes down to who wants it more. Who wants to be "the man"? Who wants to be "the ace"? And quite possibly, who wants to be the man to be the top contender to the Pacific Championship? [Grabbing the ropes, Jaiden Andrews literally drags himself off the mat to his feet. He hangs onto the ropes with both arms, leaning against it... screaming for Tyler to "get the fuck up!"] JD: Andrews is waiting... Tyler to.. A KNEE! [And that's exactly what Jaiden Andrews is waiting for as he sucks down the last bit of energy in his body to sprint across the ring, springing off the knee of his rival... ...and _driving_ his knee into the side of Tyler's face as the crowd _erupts_ into their loudest cheers of the match!] JD: SHINING WIZZZZAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRD!!! [Andrews falls backwards, barely even a cover at all... but referee Steve Stevens drops down to count.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! [Or is it?] JD: NO!! NO!! THE REF SAYS TWO!!! [The crowd erupts into jeers as it certainly appeared that Stevens' hand hit the canvas three times. A "BULL-SHIT!" chant quickly starts up, the fans letting the referee know what they think of his call.] JD: The fans don't like that decision any more than Jaiden Andrews does... but it'll stand. That's a two count and this match will continue. [Andrews stays seated on the canvas, leaning against the steel mesh. His head is bowed, buried in the palms of his hands as he ponders what the hell else he can do to Crusher Tyler.] JD: What more can Jaiden Andrews do? He's used the Shining Wizard, he's used the Celestial Phenomenon, what else is left?! [The Anaheim native seems to be pondering the exact same thing as he sits on the mat, glaring at Crusher Tyler as the big man rolls towards the ropes, reaching up to grab them.] JD: Tyler's starting to rise, but Jaiden Andrews isn't moving a bit! I think he's... he might be having a meltdown! Andrews is glaring at Tyler but he hasn't taken a step to get back to his feet. [But as Crusher Tyler pulls himself to a standing position, leaning against the cage to stay on his feet... so does Jaiden Andrews.] JD: Both men are up... both men are standing... so is the entire damn crowd! I've never seen anything like this! [The bloodied Andrews walks from the ropes, standing in the center of the ring... and points a lone finger at Crusher Tyler.] "Ganbatte kudasai!" [Tyler grins at Andrews and then nods his head.] JD: Jaiden Andrews just told Crusher Tyler "give me your best" in Japanese. It's a saying very familiar to trainees for M-DOJO... it's written on the wall in the Dojo itself. Jaiden Andrews and Crusher Tyler... give me your best! [Tyler strides from the buckles, staring dead in the eyes of his hated rival... ...and then cracks him upside the head with a brutal forearm shot!] JD: Ohhhh! What a sh- "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [Andrews battles right back, exploding with a forearm shot of his own that knocks Tyler a few steps back. And then screams again, "GANBATTE KUDASAI!"] JD: Holy shit. [Rage fills the eyes of Tyler as he lunges at Andrews, cracking him with another forearm shot. He grabs Andrews by the hair, repeatedly striking.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [When Tyler releases, Andrews drops to a knee... but as Tyler steps towards him, Andrews explodes from his feet with another brutal forearm blow to the face.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [The crowd roars as Andrews returns the favor with the barrage of forearm strikes, leaving both men on their feet... ...barely.] JD: Both men are standing! Both men are- [Seizing the moment, Andrews spins completely...hurling a forearm blow... ...that Tyler sidesteps, cradling the thrown arm in a half nelson... ...and hoisting Andrews off the canvas in a Argentine backbreaker!] JD: He's got- BURNING HAMMER!!! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" [The crowd _erupts_ one final time as Andrews' skull is _driven_ into the canvas at a sickening angle and Tyler throws a weakened arm across the chest of his rival.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! [DING DING DING] JD: Crusher Tyler has done it! He has defeated Jaiden Andrews inside this brutal steel cage match. Tyler has... he can't even get up yet but he has won this match. [The crowd is stunned... yet applauding the efforts of both men as Melissa Cannon takes the mic.] MC: Ladies and gentlemen... your winner of the match... CRUSHER TYYYYYYYYLERRRR!!! [Referee Stevens raises Tyler's hand in the air, then drops it back down. Crusher Tyler is still lying on the canvas, not moving. Jaiden Andrews is being fanned by a ringside attendant who slid into the cage immediately after the bell.] JD: Fans, this has been an epic war... something both men should be very proud of. [With the ringside attendant and Stevens helping, they manage to get Tyler up to his feet, leaning him in the corner. A few moments later, they peel Andrews off the mat as well, putting him in the opposite corner.] JD: Both men back up... and listen to this ovation from the People of the Revolution. A huge ovation for both men's efforts... for the battle they both have been through. Blood has been spilled... bodies have been bruised and battered. But at last, after nine months of war... it's over. [Andrews leans in the corner, hand cradling his neck that just felt the Burning Hammer, staring across the ring at his longtime rival. Tyler returns the stare, breathing deeply in the buckles.] JD: The fans are still cheering both men. [The J*STAR Crown champion steps from the corner, taking a few steps across the ring... ...and extending his hand.] JD: Whoa! After all this... after everything these two have been through... after all that, Jaiden Andrews is still willing to shake hands and show his respect for Crusher Tyler. What a show of sportsmanship! [Crusher Tyler stares across the ring at the outstretched hand, seemingly pondering whether or not to accept it.] JD: Come on, Crusher. Be a man! Shake his hand and show the respect he deserves! [Tyler takes a couple steps out of the corner, looking around at the cheering fans. But suddenly, the cheers turn to a confused buzz as a man in a hooded sweatshirt hurdles the barricade, levels Bling Bling Beaumont who was at ringside helping with the cage with a right hand... ...and slides into the ring!] JD: What the hell? Some fan just got in the ring! Some fan just- [Andrews spins on his heels as he feels someone else join the fray, ready for a fight.] JD: Oh my- Andrews looks like he's seen a ghost! He looks like- [And off comes the hood... and the roof of the Jewish Community Center is soon to follow.] JD: WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE?! [The crowd erupts into a huge mixed pop as Jaiden Andrews is now standing face to face... ...with the devil himself, Caleb Temple.] JD: Caleb Temple is back?! He's supposed to be locked up in a damn rehab center somewhere! He's supposed to never step foot in a wrestling ring again after the shit he pulled at J*STAR! He's supposed to- [Andrews can be heard saying, "What the fuck are you doing here?" to which Temple grins... ...and gives a thumbs down.] JD: What the hell does that mean? [A confused Jaiden Andrews turns around... ...and gets levelled with a huge lariat by Crusher Tyler! DEAFENING HEEL POP!] JD: NO! NO, NO, NO, NO!!! [With Andrews on the mat, Tyler looks Temple in the eyes... ...and extends his hand. Temple gladly accepts and the place goes insane with heel heat.] JD: Son of a- Crusher Tyler has just made a deal with the devil... and Jaiden Andrews is trapped in a damn steel cage with two of the most dangerous people in this business. [Temple stares at the fallen Andrews, leaning over him.] CT: Send your master my regards. [And with that, the duo walks out of the cage, making their exit from the steel cage... ...and wisely exiting through the crowd and not through the wrestler entrance.] JD: Fans, I- I don't know what to say. Crusher Tyler... Caleb Temple... may God have mercy on us all. [The camera follows Temple and Tyler through the crowd... ...and then fades to black as the ring crew re-emerges to help take down the steel cage.] ************** [We fade back in from black to find the cage gone and Melissa Cannon climbing into the ring to presumably make the introductions for the main event. Suddenly, the opening guitar riffs of ZZ Top's "Sharp Dressed Man" reverberate off of the Jewish Community Center and a collective groan follows from the crowd. The curtain at the top of the aisleway slides to the side, and from it emerges PWR Pacific Champion, "Ladykiller" Calisto Dufresne.] JD: What the hell is he doing out here? He already had his chance tonight and got pinned by Matthew Judas! [Dufresne is clad in a pair of black, pressed slacks and a purple-striped collared shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and the top two buttons un-done, his bronze chest exposed. His long blonde hair is pulled back into a tight pony tail, and the PWR Pacific Championship rests on his broad right shoulder. He stops at the top of the aisle, soaking in the "cheers" (jeers) before slowly making his way towards the ring. He looks none-too-pleased as he climbs up the steps and along the apron, into the ring. Dufresne waves a hand impatiently to the ring attendant, who quickly retrieves a microphone for our champion. Dufresne walks around for a few moments before finally beginning...] CD : I've come out here today to appeal to my masses of fans and supporters. [Another boo. That didn't take long.] CD : I get to the Jewish Community Center prepared to do what I do best: Steal the show. Make sure the Main Event is all that it is supposed to be. To put on the best match possible in the organization. To showcase the champion. The top dog. That's what the Main Event is supposed to be. Then I find out I'm not in it. [Ahh, finally a cheer from our crowd. Dufresne frowns.] CD : I don't know if some little orderly screwed up when they printed the billing, or if this goes all the way up to Michaelson, but this is a travesty. And you and I, my wonderful fans, cannot - we will not! - stand for this. You paid good money to see your PWR Pacific Champion and it's not fair for the guys who will wrestle after me that you will have all left after my match. Their confidence will be shattered when they come out to wrestle in front of an empty house. [Dufresne nods solemnly.] CD : And I know you will take my case to our owner to take care of this injustice. You will not stand for this here in the Jewish Community Center. And let's be honest - I think you owe it to me. I'm a forgiving fellow. The whole thing where you killed Jesus and all - that was _so_ last millennium. [Wow. I didn't think so few people could boo so loud.] CD : I know you'll do your part. We're a team, you and I. We're Chevra. [Dufresne looks to leave the ring at this point... but a frantic looking Jon Keeton is on the scene, climbing the steps with a house mic in hand.] JK: Calisto, I know you've heard the rumors that tonight we'd announce the stipulation for your big rematch with City Jack for that title over your shoulder right there. [The champion nods, patting his title belt.] JK: Well, I just found out moments ago that the Internet poll has been closed and we've made it official. At our next event, "Fuck You In The Ear" on December 26th, you will defend that title against City Jack... [Keeton pauses dramatically.] JK: IN A BULLROPE MATCH! [HUGE POP! Dufresne immediately goes nuts, kicking the ropes.] CD: What?! That wasn't the match I picked! It wasn't the- [Suddenly, the crowd _erupts_ as City Jack comes charging from the backstage area, a bullrope now draped around his neck. Dufresne folds his title belt and as Jack slides into the ring, Dufresne charges towards him.] JD: DUFRESNE WITH THE BEL- ducked by City Jack! "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [DEAFENING POP!] JD: METROPILL! HE FLOORED THE PACIFIC CHAMPION!! [Pulling the rope off his neck, City Jack loops it around the throat of the Pacific Champion, pulling him off the mat... ...and _hurling_ him over the top rope!] JD: MY GOD! HE'S HANGING THE CHAMPION!! [Dufresne's eyes go wide as the rope cuts into his throat, City Jack pulling back hard on the rope, strangling the oxygen out of the Pacific Champion.] JD: We need... my god, we need some help out here! I dislike Dufresne as much as anyone but we can't have this kind of- come on! [Suddenly, the locker room empties with Jonathan H. Smith and Matthew Yates leading the way. There's a handful behind them being led by Todd Michaelson... Shannon Stokes and the Falcons among them.] JD: City Jack is trying to get some payback for earlier tonight and- [Michaelson and Stokes lift Dufresne up, cutting the pressure on the throat while Yates and the others rip the rope out of City Jack's hands inside the ring, forcing him to let the champion slip to the floor.] JD: Fans, we gotta get this under control! We've got one more match to go! Don't go away! [We cut away from the "cleaning up" process obviously edited for time constraints... ...and then fade back up on Melissa Cannon in the ring.] MC: Ladies and gentlemen... it is now time for our main event of the evening. It is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and is a Mask vs Hair match! Introducing first... [No music plays as Takuya Nobu steps through the curtain, flanked by TORA Wanizame and Dr. Pirateo X.] MC: Putting his hair on the line... accompanied to the ring by his cornermen for this match TORA Wanizame and Dr. Pirateo X... TAAAAAAKUUUUUYAAAA NOOOOOOOBUUUUUUU! [Dressed in simple black short tights, Nobu rolls under the bottom rope, settling back into the corner. His cornermen take their place on the ring apron, providing some last second advice as he waits for his opponent.] MC: And his opponent... being accompanied by his cornermen El Hijo Del Diablo and the Kid... JUUUUUUUUUUVENIL INFIERNOOOOOOOOO! ["Fire In The Sky" starts up for possibly the final time as Infierno steps through the curtain. He too is dressed differently for this matchup. He's dressed in black tights, black boots, and a black sleeveless bodysuit... ...yes, all black from head to toe.] JD: This is it, fans. This is the moment we've been waiting nine months for. [Infierno is also wearing a completely different mask for the match. The mask is black and shiny, cut like his usual mask with the hole in the back for his hair. There's solid orange around the eyeholes and a fire design going around the top of his head like a crown.] JD: Both men dressed very, very differently for this huge matchup. All in black from head to toe... tossing aside the theatrics for one night. This match means the world to both of these men. For nearly nine months, these two men have fought to get to this point and here they are' both men putting the thing that most symbolizes themselves on the line. For Takuya Nobu, it's that bright blue hair that he has sported since his first days in the wrestling industry' but moreso, it's the humiliation he faces if he has that head shaved clean. [The camera cuts to Nobu, clad in plain black trunks, rubbing a hand through his blue hair. He stretches his leg out revealing his bare feet.] JD: Nobu sporting no boots tonight' a dangerous move for his to do. You know, Takuya Nobu has a legacy in this business of being a comedy wrestler' someone who made his fame in the sideshow that was Zokugun Sangai' but I don't think I've ever seen him more serious than here tonight. He's waited a long time to get Juvenil Infierno back into a one on one matchup' and for the stakes to be this high, it makes it even more personal. [Melissa Cannon speaks again.] MC: In honor of this very special matchup, we thought it was only fitting to have a second set of introductions for this Lucha Libre affair. At this time, allow me to introduce the man who will be doing those introductions... Lucha libre legend and EMWC Hall of Famer... EL DIAAAAABLOOOOOO!! [There's a huge pop for the former competitor, especially from the Latino fans on hand. Diablo steps in, bowing as he takes the mic from Melissa and walking to both corners for a quick handshake before beginning.] ED: 'Las se'oras y los caballeros... a nombre de la favorable revoluci'n de lucha y de los ventiladores de lucha alrededor del mundo... es hora para el lucha del lucha del lucha! [Big pop from our Spanish speakers on hand.] ED: Esta noche, vemos la conclusi'n a una pelea 'pica en la forma de una grapa del libre del lucha... el pelo contra f'sforo de la m'scara. 'ste es el 'ltimo en los arreglos de cuentas para los luchadors y no es esta noche ninguna excepci'n. Dos hombres... dos premios en la l'nea... las estacas no podr'an ser m's altos. [Diablo pauses.] ED: Introduciendo primero... lo graniza de la ciudad de Kanazawa, Ishikawa, Jap'n... 'l est' parado 5'8 y pesa adentro en 162 libras... TAAAAAAAAAAKUUUUUUUYAAAA NOOOOOOOBUUUUUUUUUUU! [Nobu does not acknowledge the boos from the fans, his eyes still locked on Infierno.] ED: Y su opuesto... 'l graniza de Guadalajara, M'xico... 5'8 que est' parado y el pesar adentro en 178 libras... JUUUUUUUUUUUUUVENIL INFIERNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! [A deafening pop goes up for Infierno who raises a single arm to acknowledge the cheers, then nods in respect to Diablo as the legend takes his leave from the ring. Referee Patrick Rodriguez gives instructions to Nobu, warning against low blows and the like' but Nobu stares right past him, glaring at the completely black-clad Juvenil Infierno across the ring.] JD: Juvenil Infierno tugging his ceremonial mask into place' different than we're used to seeing him wear but very symbolic nonetheless. Infierno is completely aware he may be wearing a mask inside a wrestling ring for the final time. He's completely aware that his very identity as a professional wrestler is on the line in this one. For a luchador, the mask means everything. It's their identity' their honor' their dignity. Juvenil Infierno on this night is making the ultimate risk that a luchador can make. [The camera zooms in on Infierno, his eyes burning from behind the black hood. He hasn't taken his gaze off of Takuya Nobu since stepping through the curtain.] JD: Juvy is no stranger to the big match situation. He's wrestled on Pay Per View in front of millions' in front of thousands and thousands in attendance live. He's wrestled big title matches. He's competed against some of the biggest names in the history of our sport. But in his entire career, he has _never_ put his mask on the line. You could argue that on this night, he steps into the ring for his biggest match ever. [The referee turns his attention to Infierno, giving the same final instructions. Much like his adversary, Infierno ignores him.] JD: You can feel the tension in the air here in the Jewish Community Center. These two men are about to explode into a fury tonight. So much on the line' so much at stake. We've been waiting a long time to see this one go down. [Rodriguez backs to the middle of the ring, takes one last look at both warriors' 'and calls for the bell, bringing a big pop from the PWR fans.] JD: Here we go! This is going to be something special, fans. [The two luchadors slowly circle one another, each trying to size up their opposition.] JD: These two men have not been in the ring one on one with one another in over two years. That night saw Juvenil Infierno defeat Nobu with the Fire In The Sky in the middle of the infamous Viking Hall in Philadelphia. And it was that loss that brought Nobu to Pro Wrestling Revolution with the intent of putting Infierno out of wrestling forever. Tonight, he gets that chance. [As they continue to look for an opening, the fans begin clapping in unison, rallying the two competitors to action. The clap builds slowly' then faster' then faster' then to a fever pitch that explodes as Infierno and Nobu lunge into a collar and elbow tieup over two years in the making.] JD: And it's on and poppin'! [Struggling and straining against each other, the two warriors attempt to grab an early advantage. Infierno seems to have a power edge, trying to shove Nobu back across the ring.] JD: Juvy seems to be a little bit stronger than his adversary' and ultimately, that could be the difference in this match. [Still battling for every inch possible, Infierno quickly switches his grip, applying a side headlock on the blue-topped skull of his rival.] JD: Infierno right into the side headlock, looking to wear down Nobu a bit right from the get-go. He knows he wants to fly later' but the other guy has to be down to do it. This is a good move to wear Nobu down and keep him there. [Shifting his weight, Infierno pulls Nobu over his hip, taking him down to the mat while keeping the headlock applied.] JD: Headlock takedown by the former M-DOJO trainer' actually both men trained at the Dojo for a while. You have to wonder if one or both of them would be up to returning to that role in the future' or if they'd be welcome to do so. [While on the mat, Nobu wraps his arms around Infierno's waist, tilting him back onto his shoulder.] JD: One! Tw- Infierno rolls back the other way, wrenching down on that headlock. He looks like he'd like to pop Nobu's head right off his damn shoulders. [Rolling back, Nobu is able to wrap his legs around the head of Infierno, applying a headscissors.] JD: Nice counter by the Japanese superstar. Nobu made his name in Gunryo Pro wrestling in Japan in the late 90's and later competed in the EMWC as well. He currently also works in Oita Pro Wrestling in Japan as well. He also ran a short-lived promotion with his students. [Nobu slaps his own leg, increasing the pressure on the skull of Infierno who starts to look for a way to wriggle free, turning into the pressure to stand on his feet facing Nobu.] JD: Juvy's trying to escape' trying to- [A nice ovation goes up as Infierno pins the legs down with his knees, breaking the hold' 'and then reapplying the side headlock.] JD: Back to the headlock by Infierno. He found a way out of the headscissors and went right back to the headlock. He wants to make Nobu work hard in the opening minutes of this matchup. [The Japanese star quickly gets his feet underneath him, pushing up to a standing position where he grabs the wrist of Infierno, turning into an overhand wristlock' 'and moving into a side headlock of his own.] JD: And now Nobu wrenches in with a side headlock, pulling up on it, trying to do some weardown on the neck of Infierno. [Nobu quickly drops down out of the side headlock, taking Infierno down to the mat with a drop toehold' 'and then slapping him in the back of the head! Big heel pop!] JD: Cheap shot! A slap to the back of the head by Nobu and that's gotta get under the skin of the masked man. Juvenil Infierno has had a hot temper in this feud with Nobu and actions like that are a big reason why. [Infierno springs to his feet, fire in his eyes as he lunges at Nobu but finds himself thrown down to the canvas courtesy of an armdrag.] JD: Armdrag by Nobu! Very deep armdrag. But Juvy's quickly back up' charges' armdr- [But in the middle of Nobu's second attempt, Infierno spins it and sends Nobu crashing to the mat instead.] JD: He reverses into an armdrag of his own! Nicely done! [Both men are back to their feet in a flash, showing their quickness to the masses. They lunge towards one another again, Nobu deftly avoiding a clothesline and hooking Infierno by the arm.] JD: Hiptoss! [But Infierno holds his ground, locking his arm around Nobu's to avoid the throw.] JD: Juvenil blocks the hiptoss' clothesli- [With their arms still locked together, Nobu uncorks a big lariat with his right arm' 'that Infierno ducks underneath.] JD: Ducked by Infierno! [In one motion, Nobu drops down to the canvas, sweeping backwards with his leg outstretched and aimed at the back of the luchador's legs. But he leaps into the air, avoiding the kick and drawing a loud cheer from the crowd, then immediately leaps back into the air, scoring with a dropkick that knocks Nobu into the ring ropes.] JD: Ohhh my! It's like greased lightning let out of the bottle here tonight in H-Town! [With Nobu leaning against the ropes, Infierno grabs him by the wrist, twisting the arm.] JD: Nice armtwist .. where's he-?! [The crowd roars to life again as Infierno runs up the ropes, bouncing off the top' 'and sailing back into the ring, pulling Nobu down to the canvas with an armdrag! Big pop!] JD: Whooooa! Springboard armdrag down to the mat! [Nobu quickly scampers back to his feet, charging towards the luchador' 'but gets taken up, over, and down to the canvas yet again.] JD: Overhead armdrag! Infierno es en fuego! [The crowd is roaring as Infierno climbs back to his feet, ready to act again'] JD: Nobu back up' char- [A huge pop goes up as Nobu spies Infierno at the ready, diving back to the ropes, clinging to them as he takes a moment to regroup.] JD: I think Nobu wants a timeout' but Infierno will give no quarter here tonight. He's coming back in, ready for a fight and- [A collective sympathetic groan goes up as Nobu jabs a thumb into the eyehole of Infierno's black mask, temporarily blinding him.] JD: Ohh! To the eyes! A thumb to the eye by Nobu.gets him an advantage. He grabs a side headlock' leaps! [And _drives_ Infierno facefirst into the canvas with a crushing bulldog headlock!] JD: Old school bulldog headlock by the Japanese superstar on Infierno, putting the masked man down on the canvas' but he's right back on him, dragging him up to his feet' 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!' JD: Big chop across the chest by Nobu! On some nights, you'd wonder if Nobu would be happier just hurting his opponent rather than defeating him' but not tonight. Nobu has never had a more important match in his career than this one. If any one match could define Takuya Nobu's career for the rest of his life, this would be it. To be the man to take Juvenil Infierno's mask will cement you in pro wrestling history forever. 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!' JD: Another big chop right on target. Infierno winces, trying to cover his chest to protect himself from another blow like that. [Springing away from the ropes, Infierno peppers Nobu with forearm shots, bringing the crowd to their feet.] JD: Oh! Shot after shot! Infierno's furiou-ohhh! Knee to the gut by Nobu cuts the rally short and- 'OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' JD: OVER THE TOP TO THE FLOOR! Nobu just hurled him over the ropes and down to the hardwood floor here in the Jewish Community Center! [Infierno rolls onto his back, staring up at the lights of the building as he breathes deeply, trying to catch his breath. Inside the ring, an angry Takuya Nobu spits on the canvas, throwing a crotch chop in Infierno's direction as he backs away to the far ropes.] JD: Uh oh. What on earth is Takuya Nobu thinking about doing? He's crouched down' measuring Infierno' waiting for him to rise. [Rolling over to his stomach, the masked man pushes himself off the floor and up to a vertical base' 'just in time to see Takuya Nobu sprint at top speed across the ring, hurling his body between the top and middle ropes, and _cream_ Infierno with an elbow strike that sends him sailing backwards into the hard metal barricade!] JD: TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE ELBOOOOOOOW!! [The crowd rises to its' feet, stretching their necks to catch a glimpse of Nobu and Infierno doing battle on the floor. Nobu pushes himself off the hard floor, staring at Infierno who is leaning against the rail, using it to stay on his feet.] JD: Infierno's barely able to stan- 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!' [A hard forearm to the side of the head rattles Infierno, nearly forcing him over the barricade and into the crowd.] JD: What a shot! Nobu nearly knocked him flat with that one. [Cradling Infierno's head with his free arm, Nobu rains forearm shots down on the exposed skull of his rival.] 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!' [The crowd groans, cringing with the ferocity of forearm shots to the skull. Infierno continues to slip down the railing, nearly falling to the floor but Nobu yanks him up by the arm, refusing to let him fall.] JD: Infierno took some brutal blows to the head right there. Nobu is trying to do some major damage there. If he gets a head injury, that'll take away his balance' taking away his balance takes away his flying. [With Infierno back on his feet, Nobu charges towards the metal ringpost, looking to drive Infierno into it.] JD: No! Look out! 'CLAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!' 'OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' JD: HEADFIRST TO THE RINGPOST! GOOD GRIEF! [Infierno slumps down to the floor again, hands immediately going up to his masked head to assess the damage.] JD: Takuya Nobu showing no signs of letting up at all. He's right on top of Infierno, pulling him off the floor into a seated position and- no! No! [The crowd roars, echoing Dane's exclamation as Nobu hooks his fingers into the eyeholes of Infierno's mask, pulling on the cloth in an attempt to rip it wide open.] JD: Nobu's trying to rip the mask off right now! He doesn't want to wait and see if he wins the match! He wants to see Infierno's face right now! [Infierno's hands frantically try to slap Nobu's away, trying to free himself' 'and then gets desperate, leaning back to drive a boot up into the skull of Nobu, breaking his grip.] JD: Oh! What a shot by Infierno! That'll buy him some time. [The luchador staggers up to his feet as Nobu wobbles away, clutching his skull.] JD: Infierno with a chance to turn the tide' Nobu coming back in on- oh! Knee to the gut by Infierno! [Suddenly, the luchador grabs a handful of blue hair and _hurls_ Nobu over the steel railing and into the ringside area! Huge pop!] JD: The former M-DOJO trainer is ready to take this fight to the streets tonight if he has to. He wants this win in the worst possible way. It means so much' sooooo much to him. [With Nobu dazed on the hardwood floor and surrounded by screaming People of the Revolution, Infierno gives the steel barricade a quick tug to move it a little closer and then rolls back under the ropes.] JD: This can't be good news for Nobu' it may not be good news for Infierno either. I don't know what he has in mind but he needs to be very careful in a match like this. Those high risk moves can end a match in either direction in a hurry. [Infierno leans against the far ropes, gesturing for Nobu to climb off the floor.] JD: He's ready' he's set' [And as Nobu pushes back to his feet, Infierno sprints across the ring, hurling himself up to the top rope where he springs off' 'and somersaults through the air before crashing down on a stunned Takuya Nobu! Deafening pop!] JD: HE CLEARED THE RAILING!! AHHHHHH QUE MORTAAAAAAL! [The crowd continues to roar as Nobu and Infierno lie on the cold floor, barely able to move.] 'REV-OLU-SHUN!' 'REV-OLU-SHUN!' 'REV-OLU-SHUN!' 'REV-OLU-SHUN!' 'REV-OLU-SHUN!' 'REV-OLU-SHUN!' JD: A death-defying dive by the former World Junior Heavyweight Champion. And you've gotta think the momentum in this match is firmly in the corner of Juvenil Infierno right now. He's already showing he'll do absolutely _anything_ to keep that mask over his face here tonight. [The luchador pushes himself off the floor to his feet, driving a few boots to the ribs of his rival before leaning over to pull him up with a handful of blue hair.] JD: Both men back- ohhh! Big right hand by Nobu! Out of nowhere! [Infierno staggers back from the blow' but bounces back, driving a hard forearm into Nobu's ear. A second one has Nobu clutching the chairs, trying to stay standing' 'but he quickly finds himself scooped up into the air and _planted_ on the hardwood floor with a bone-rattling slam! Huge pop!] JD: The referee is laying a count on them' but it's very slow and he keeps restarting it. Patrick Rodriguez doesn't want to see this match end any more than the rest of us. He'll be giving them a lot of leeway here tonight in this one. [Proving Jason Dane's point, Rodriguez merely shouts a warning as Infierno folds up a fan's metal chair' 'and presses the edge of the seatback firmly into the windpipe of his hated enemy.] JD: Infierno's snapped! He's lost it, fans! All the months of abuse. The injuries to his students. The bruising of his pride. The assault on the memory of his father. It's all coming to a violent head here tonight! Infierno's trying to choke the life out of Nobu with that steel chair! [The former ZS member frantically kicks his legs, swinging his arms at the chair to free himself. Near the railing, TORA Wanizame can be heard screaming at Infierno while El Hijo Del Diablo shouts at Wanizame.] JD: Even the cornermen are going crazy! They know how important this match is as well. Especially someone like El Hijo Del Diablo who wears the lucha libre mask as well. He knows the total embarassment and humiliation a luchador would feel at the loss of his mask. Diablo knows all too well what his former rival is going through. [Outside the ring, Infierno tosses the chair aside and leans down to drag his hated rival back up to his feet' 'where Nobu promptly jabs a thumb into his opponent's eye yet again.] JD: Nobu goes back to the eyes! That dirty son of a- [And as Infierno staggers away, rubbing at his eyes at an attempt to clear his vision' 'Nobu sprints towards him.] JD: SPEAR! 'CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!' 'OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' JD: SPEAR! SPEAR TACKLE INTO THE RAILING!! [The crowd continues to roar as Infierno leans against the railing, his body racked with pain from the hard blow.] JD: Did you see that? His head snapped back when he hit the railing. He could have a case of whiplash from something like that. An absolutely brutal move by Nobu and a definite turning of the tide. Infierno's body must feel like it's broken in half right now. [With Infierno hanging onto the railing to stay on his feet, Nobu winds up.] 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!' JD: Ohhh! Another big chop across the chest! Infierno's gotta be happy he's wearing a full bodysuit tonight. It doesn't provide much protection but there is some. 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!' JD: A brutal series of chops by Nobu! He's got Infierno hanging onto that railing like a life preserver and now he's just beating the tar out of him! [Nobu takes a couple steps back and lunges forward, connecting with a clothesline that flips Infierno back over the railing and into the ringside area.] JD: Whoooa! Infierno with a hard fall down to the floor. Nobu brought him over the rail the hard way with that one. He's pulling him back up' and shoves Infierno under the ropes back into the ring. Nobu may be looking to go for the early kill now. A match can end in a heartbeat and that thought must be going through Nobu's mind tonight. [With Infierno down on the mat, Takuya Nobu scales the ropes from the outside, quickly reaching the second rope.] JD: Nobu's heading for the high rent district. On the second rope' now up to the to- [HUGE POP!] JD: INFIERNO'S UP AS WELL! [And the Mexican luchador uncorks a standing dropkick that catches Nobu in the leg, causing him to fall from his perch, crotching himself on the top turnbuckle.] 'OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' JD: He caught him! Nobu was going for something big and he just paid the price for it. [With an injured Nobu stunned up top, Infierno scales the ropes and hooks him for a superplex.] JD: Juvy's trying for something big now! He wants the superplex' he wants to take a big step towards ending this thing right now. [But the former G-Pro competitor refuses to go down that easily, driving a right hand into the exposed ribcage of his rival.] JD: Nobu's fighting back! Trying to block the superplex! Another hard right to the ribs! [Infierno slips out of the front facelock, driving that right hand across the cheek of Nobu.] JD: And now it's Juvenil returning the favor! They're on the buckles trading right hands! [A pair of right hands from Nobu is repaid with a hard headbutt to the bridge of the nose that staggers Nobu and gives everyone a scare as it looks like he might plummet from the ropes to the floor.] JD: Whoa my! Nobu almost took a header to the floor from the top rope and that would have ended this match _real_ quick, fans! [Infierno explodes with a flurry of right hands that shakes Nobu and reapplies the front facelock.] JD: He's going for it again! Superplex! [But Nobu continues to battle, this time taking the cheap and easy way out.] JD: AGAIN to the eyes! Come on, referee! Get some control over this! Nobu's gone to the eyes three times and hasn't even gotten a warning from Patrick Rodriguez! [With Infierno stunned, Nobu shoves him from the ropes, causing him to crash down to the mat. He quickly gets back up, standing on the middle rope' 'and sailing through the air backfirst.] JD: SENNNNNTONNNNN! 'THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!' [Big pop!] JD: He missed! Nobu missed the senton! Infierno rolled out of the way just before contact and- a cover! ONE!! TWO!! [Nobu easily fires the shoulder off the mat, breaking the pin attempt.] JD: Our first pin attempt of the match made by Juvenil Infierno after the missed senton' but Nobu's mistake wasn't enough to keep him down for a three count. [Infierno quickly moves into a mount position, hammering blow after blow down onto the face of Nobu.] JD: Juvenil Infierno is showing a very dark side of himself here tonight. We're used to seeing the highflying, good sportsman Infierno' not this brawling, win-at-all-costs one. This truly is a dark fire burning in him. [Infierno continues to pummel Nobu relentlessly' 'but the Japanese star rolls his legs back, hooking under the arms of Infierno, pulling him down to the canvas!] JD: Rollup! [Infierno rolls through the sunset flip type cover to his feet and quickly leaves them, driving both feet into the face of Nobu with a low dropkick that sends a deafening 'CRACK!' through the building.] JD: Sweet Jesus! Nobu's face sounds like it exploded! [Nobu collapses to the canvas, hands shooting up to his face to cover up. Juvenil Infierno pushes up to a knee, glaring at Nobu.] JD: Infierno climbs to his feet' not even bothering with a cover. You've gotta wonder if that Infierno realizing he hasn't done enough to keep Nobu down or is it Infierno wanting to hurt Nobu' wanting to punish him. [The former World Junior Heavyweight Champion leans over, pulling Nobu up by the back of the tights.] JD: Dragging Nobu up to his feet' waistlock! [But before Nobu can be hoisted into the air for a German Suplex, he drives two hard elbows back into the side of Infierno's masked face, breaking his grip.] JD: Nobu gets free' right han- ducked by Infierno! Waistlock! [And this time, he is able to hoist Nobu into the air for the German Suplex' 'but Nobu does a full flip, landing on his feet behind his masked rival.] JD: OH! Nice counter! [Infierno quickly regains his feet, turning to face Nobu who lunges at him with a lariat' 'that Infierno ducks again, reapplying the waistlock for a third time.] 'THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!' JD: GERMAN! GERMAN! ONE!! TWO!! [But Nobu quickly fires the shoulder off the canvas, not staying down for the three count that would see his head shaved clean.] JD: Infierno got the German but it wasn't enough to score a victory. Nobu has a lot of resiliency in him. You've gotta imagine it'll take a lot to put him down once and for all with so much on the line. [Infierno pushes himself up to his feet, reaching down to pull Nobu up by the wrist and immediately executing an armtwist.] JD: Back to the arm for Infierno' trying to do some damage to it. [Still holding the wrist, the luchador scales the turnbuckles' 'and begins walking across the top rope, holding the wrist in his far hand.] JD: Look at the balance! The skill! I think he's going for a ropewalk bulldog headlock. The way he has Nobu positioned is a sure giveaway that- 'THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!' 'OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' [The crowd roars as Nobu grabs Infierno by the arm, pulling it to hurl the luchador off his perch and down to the mat below!] JD: Oh my! A big fall for Infierno! He went for the ropewalk and Nobu made him pay the price for it. [Showing the effects of the physical intensity on display early in the match, Infierno staggers to his feet, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs as he falls back into the ropes.] JD: Infierno looks like he's dazed. He may have hit harder than we thought. This is a good chance for Takuya Nobu right here in Hollywood to take advantage of the situation and get a quick victory. [Planting a boot in the gut of his opponent, Nobu grabs him by the arm and fires him across the ring.] JD: Irish whip' boot to the gut! [And with Infierno doubled over, Nobu hooks one of the arms in an armbar' 'and drops down to the canvas!] JD: OHHHH! That move has been called Divorce Court by so many in the business because it's an easy way to cause a separation. An armbar takedown that could absolutely obliterate a shoulder in a hurry. [Infierno attempts to roll onto his back, but Nobu quickly turns him onto his stomach, straddling the middle of Infierno's back as he pulls back on the injured arm.] JD: Armbar applied by Nobu! He's going for the arm he just injured with that shoulderbreaker type move. [The masked luchador claws at the canvas , trying to inch his way across the ring to the ropes with his free hand' but Nobu pulls back on the arm, further tweaking the shoulder.] JD: Referee Patrick Rodriguez is right there to check for a submission but you know that in a match like this, a submission is almost impossible to imagine. Infierno giving up his mask' his heritage? Not likely. [Infierno moves a few more inches towards the ropes' but Nobu stops him short by fish-hooking his fingers into the eyehole of Infierno's mask, tugging back on it.] JD: Come on, referee! That's illegal! [The luchador's body is twisted in agony as Nobu pulls one way on his arm and the opposite way on his mask, turning his head and neck in to an awkward angle.] JD: Patrick's warning Nobu, telling him to break it' and he does, releasing Infierno to slump down to the canvas. A very painful hold though and you've gotta wonder if Infierno's shoulder suffered any more damage in it. [Nobu must wonder the same thing as he climbs to his feet and unleashes a barrage of stomps and kicks to the shoulder of his rival. Infierno snakes an arm up to cover his limb but Nobu just kicks through the protection.] JD: Nobu going right for the arm. He's pinning Infierno's wrist to the mat' no! [With Infierno's arm down, Nobu kicks up into the air and _drives_ his knee down across the shoulder of the former World Junior Heavyweight Champion, sending a howl of pain into the air.] JD: Good grief. Takuya Nobu has drawn a bullseye on the left shoulder of Juvenil Infierno and he's going right back to it over and over and over. [Another knee finds the target, Infierno clenching his teeth in pain as it hits home. Nobu rises again, dragging Juvy off the mat by the arm.] JD: Full armtwist by Nobu into the wristlock. Still holding the arm' there he goes! [With the wristlock still applied, Nobu runs up the ropes, springing off the top rope' then off the top rope adjacent to it' 'before whipping Infierno down to the canvas with an armdrag! Big pop from the lucha fans in the crowd.] JD: Our Latino fans truly enjoyed that one. Infierno rolls out to the floor now, clutching the shoulder. That armdrag did some damage I think. He's really feeling the- NOBU! [Charging across the ring, the Japanese star drops down into a baseball slide, driving his foot into the wounded shoulder.] JD: Ohhh! What a shot that was! [Nobu slides to the floor, glaring at the injured Infierno who is leaning against the barricade, clutching his arm.] JD: Juvy's hurting' and Nobu's on the attack. [With his rival in trouble, Nobu grabs Infierno by the wrist' 'and _slams_ the shoulder down into the steel railing! The crowd groans in sympathy for Infierno as he drops to a knee, arm still draped over the barricade.] JD: Takuya Nobu' look at that grin. He knows he's in control right now. He knows he's got Infierno hurting and hurting badly. Juvenil's arm is just hanging at his side' just barely able to move it. [Grabbing Infierno by the mask, Nobu throws him under the ropes into the ring before stepping up on the apron.] JD: Back on the apron is the former guest trainer for M-DOJO. He was removed from that position after his brutal out of the ring assaults on Infierno just as Infierno stepped down because of his retaliations. He grabs the ropes' slingshot! [And drops all his weight across the arm with a senton splash.] JD: Ohhh! Right down on the arm! Takuya Nobu has a gameplan now and he's executing it to a T. The arm is being completely demolished by Nobu. [Nobu switches his position so that his knee is firmly against the shoulder joint. With the arm pinned, he grabs Infierno by the wrist and starts pulling up, bending the arm back.] JD: He's got that arm bent! He's going to- [But Infierno drapes his foot over the bottom rope, forcing the referee to call for a break.] JD: Thank goodness. Patrick's right there to force the break' and Nobu stands up, glaring at Rodriguez. Go for it, Nobu! Bully the ref, you punk! [Turning his attention away from the official, Nobu drags Infierno off the mat by his arm, executing an armtwist as he gets to a standing position' 'and begins climbing the buckles, holding Infierno's arm in his offhand.] JD: And now it's Nobu going for the ropewalk bulldog! Infierno went for it earlier but Nobu countered. Now it's the Japanese star's time to shine! [Nobu gets a few steps out from the buckles when Infierno grabs his rival's wrist with both hands, yanking him harmlessly down to the mat.] JD: Juvy countered' but not with any kind of authority. He just kinda pulled Nobu down from the ropes' no armdrag or anything. That shoulder has _got_ to be hurting Infierno right now. [Still holding Infierno's arm, Nobu whips him hard to the buckles where he promptly wraps Infierno's arm over the top rope.] JD: Tying Juvy's arm in the ro- ohh! Hard right hand to the arm! And another! [With Infierno trapped, Nobu drives the point of his elbow down into the shoulder a few times.] JD: That shoulder is just being abused by Takuya Nobu at this stage of the match. Infierno's arm is being pummeled relentlessly. It's an interesting strategy as most competitors choose to go after a highflyer's legs. Perhaps Nobu knows something about the arm of Infierno that we don't. [Outside the ring we catch a glimpse of El Hijo Del Diablo and the 'Kid' slapping the canvas, trying to cheer Infierno on.] JD: Nobu steps up to the middle rope.. ahhh! He's pushing the knee down into the shoulder, putting all his weight on the shoulder joint of Juvenil Infierno! That's gotta be agonizing. [Infierno's screams of pain fill the air as referee Patrick Rodriguez races into position to try and force a break.] JD: Come on, Patrick! Get in there! [Referee Rodriguez starts a five count, forcing Nobu to lose his focus for a moment and giving Infierno a chance to drive his healthy arm back into the leg of Nobu a few times, knocking him down from his perch.] JD: Juvy breaks free! He sees daylight! [Infierno quickly grabs Nobu's arm in a knucklelock, running up the ropes' 'and leaping into a headscissors, snapping Nobu down to the canvas below! Big pop!] JD: Infierno takes him down! He's trying to rally here. Trying to find a way to get Nobu down and get a chance to finish him off. [With Nobu down, Infierno quickly hooks his other hand in a knucklelock as well, leaning down onto him in a pin attempt.] JD: That's a cover! ONE!! TWO!! [Nobu powers up against the injured shoulder, forcing out of the pin' and then bringing his legs up around the waist of Infierno, squeezing him in a bodyscissors.] JD: Nobu trying to counter' trying to force Infierno to break the double knucklelock. [But Infierno grits his teeth and leans up into another pin attempt.] JD: ONE!! TWO!! [But again, Nobu is able to power his shoulder off the mat against the weakened shoulder of the luchador.] JD: Infierno's shoulder is too banged up. He just can't keep Nobu down for a three count. You can see his arm shaking as he tries to hold the shoulders down. There's a lot of strain on it. [Nobu moves his legs again, this time planting his feet into the midsection of his rival and using leverage to monkey flip him over and down to the mat' 'but still holding the knucklelock is Infierno.] JD: Both men down' double count! ONE!!! TWO!!! [In unison, both men bridge up off the canvas, breaking the double count.] JD: What would have happened if they'd _both_ been pinned? I don't even think PWR knows what we would have done in that situation. [Planting his feet, Infierno pushes up out of the bridge, rolling backwards' 'and slamming down onto the still bridging Nobu!] JD: Whoa! Infierno rolled back and dropped all his weight down on the legs and midsection of Nobu, trying to break down the bridge but Nobu was able to hold it . That takes incredible strength! [Infierno positions his knees against the upper thighs of Nobu, trying to break down his bridge.] JD: Both men fighting in this bridging position. Infierno trying to bring him down. Nobu fighting to stay up. [Pushing up with his feet, Infierno lifts his lower body into the air' 'then crashes down on the legs again!] JD: Takuya Nobu is still holding the bridge! Infierno's trying to break it down with his legs and weight but Nobu's fighting him off. [A frustrated Infierno slides off of Nobu, climbing to his feet' 'and Nobu continues to impress by kipping up to his feet out of the bridging position.] JD: Both men back to- ohhhh! [A snap kick to the thigh by Infierno sends the crowd into a roar. Nobu winces but fights back, still trapped in the knucklelock.] 'WHAAAAAAAAAAP!' JD: Nobu returns the favor! A hard kick to the side of the leg, trying to knot up that muscle. 'WHAAAAAAAAAAP!' [The crowd roars as Infierno strikes again, creating a horrid wince on the face of his rival.] 'WHAAAAAAAAAAP!' JD: NOBU! 'WHAAAAAAAAAAP!' JD: JUVY! 'WHAAAAAAAAAAP!' JD: NOBU! 'WHAAAAAAAAAAP!' JD: JUVY! 'WHAAAAAAAAAAP!' JD: NOBU! 'WHAAAAAAAAAAP!' JD: JUVY! 'WHAAAAAAAAAAP!' JD: NOBU! 'WHAAAAAAAAAAP!' JD: JUVY! 'WHAAAAAAAAAAP!' JD: NOBU! 'WHAAAAAAAAAAP!' JD: JUVY! [Nobu stumbles a bit on the final kick, nearly losing his footing' but somehow managing to push his hated enemy the few feet back across the ring, forcing him into the corner.] JD: Back to the buckles they go' _still_ in the knucklelock! They've been trapped in this thing for a few minutes now and- [With Infierno trapped in the corner, Nobu steps up to the middle rope and opens fire, driving his knee into the masked face of Infierno over and over.] JD: Knees to the head! Nobu's trying to soften up the luchador' drops back down now, pulling a dazed Juvenil from the corner' [Nobu quickly backsweeps the legs of Infierno, forcing him down to his back and pushing down onto him for a pin attempt.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! TH- [The dazed Infierno shocks Nobu by lifting his healthy shoulder off the canvas and then rolling back to swing his legs up around the neck of Nobu in one motion.] JD: Headscissors out of nowhere! He rolled out of the pin and right into a great counter! [Nobu struggles against the headscissors, looking for a way out but finding no success as his hands are still trapped as well.] JD: Incredible exchange of action by these two great competitors. They're showing they can go to the mat as well as take to the air like they're known for. [Panic strikes Nobu as Infierno tightens his grip on the neck of his opponent, so Nobu takes desperate measures. Locking his arms around the thighs of Infierno, Nobu muscles him off the canvas.] JD: Oh my god! Oh my god! [And then _drops_ him down to the canvas with a thunderous powerbomb, bringing the crowd to their feet in an appreciative applause as the knucklelock is _finally_ broken!] JD: This is incredible action, fans. The kind of action you will only find in Pro Wrestling Revolution. We've got Infierno down and out' Nobu slumps down to the mat, trying to recover from the tiring exchange he just went through. These men just showed that a knucklelock can be an exhausting thing to deal with. [Nobu crawls a few feet, throwing his arm over the chest of Infierno.] JD: A cover! ONE!! TWO!! [Pop!] JD: No! Infierno kicks out at two! He slipped out the back door of that cover because Nobu was too tired to hook a leg. If he'd hooked a leg, he might be holding Infierno's mask right now. [Tired and frustrated, Nobu lies on his back for a while, staring at the lights.] JD: Both men are down now. Both men showing a lot of fatigue' but they will not stop fighting. They know how much is at stake tonight. Infierno's clutching that shoulder. It could be torn, dislocated' who knows? But he will keep fighting. [After a few moments, Nobu sits up, breathing heavily, a solid sheen of sweat covering his upper body. He slowly works his way back to his feet, reaching Infierno as the luchador gets to a knee.] JD: Nobu going right back to the arm' big twist of it, holding the wristlock. [Nobu keeps one hand on the wrist, stretching the arm out as far as he can.] 'WHAAAAAAAAAAP!' JD: Oh! He kicked him right in the bicep! And again! [A few more hard kicks meet their target causing Infierno to grab the injured limb with his free hand, trying to cover up' 'but Nobu fires him across the ring instead.] JD: Irish whip! [Infierno hits the far ropes, rebounding back towards his rival.] JD: SPINEBUST- [But in mid-pivot, Infierno slips free, hooking a side headlock and _driving_ Nobu facefirst into the canvas to a huge pop!] JD: BULLDOG! He countered the spinebuster into a bulldog headlock! A desperation counter by Infierno but a good one! He needs to turn the momentum in his direction in the worst way. He's taken far too much punishment to that arm in this match. Infierno needs to stick and move to change the course of this match. [Infierno staggers to his feet, clutching his injured arm as he waits for Nobu to get up.] JD: Juvenil Infierno is fighting for his very identity here tonight. For his entire wrestling career, he has been Juvenil Infierno. A loss here tonight will forever change that. He is a hero to the Mexican people' he is an idol to the children around the world. He must not lose this match! [The Japanese star climbs to his feet, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs as Infierno draws near.] 'WHAAAAAAAAAAP!' JD: Oooh! Hard kick to the ribs! He can't throw that arm for a forearm or a chop' but he damn sure can still kick. Nobu can testify to that! 'WHAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'WHAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'WHAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'WHAAAAAAAAAAP!' JD: A barrage of kicks to the ribs backs Nobu into the ropes' barely able to stay on his feet. Those kicks are knocking the wind out of his body. [Infierno promptly leaps into the air, swinging his foot back to catch Nobu hard in the sternum.] JD: Leaping back kick by Infierno! Nobu nearly flew over the top! He's hanging onto the ropes, desperate to stay on his feet! [The luchador grabs Nobu with his good arm, using a sloppy irish whip to send him across the ring to the turnbuckles.] JD: Nobu into the corner. JUVY! [Infierno shows that his legs are still in good shape as he sprints across the ring, hurling himself into the air and connecting with a spinning leg lariat to the chest of Nobu.] JD: OHHHH! What a shot by Infierno! And Juvy sails over the ropes, landing out on the ring apron! He landed on his feet! [With Nobu staggering from the buckles, Infierno raises his good arm triumphantly and leaps to the top rope, springing off' 'and _driving_ both of his feet into the back of Nobu's skull with a dropkick, sending him flying across the ring, through the ropes, and out to the hardwood floor below! Massive pop!] JD: OHHHHH MY! Big springboard dropkick to the back of the head! And Takuya Nobu went flying through the ropes to the floor! [The crowd is roaring as Infierno looks down at the floored Nobu and heads towards the turnbuckles. Outside the ring, TORA Wanizame is using a towel to fan the floored Nobu, trying to cool him down.] JD: Wanizame better clear out because Infierno's in the flight pattern! Juvenil, you are clear for takeoff! [Climbing the ropes with only one arm to steady himself, Infierno reaches his peak' pauses' 'and hurls himself into the air, corkscrewing through the sky towards the rising Nobu!] JD: CORKSCREW PLANNNNNNNCHAAAA!!! [DEAFENING POP!] 'REV-OLU-SHUN!' 'REV-OLU-SHUN!' 'REV-OLU-SHUN!' 'REV-OLU-SHUN!' 'REV-OLU-SHUN!' 'REV-OLU-SHUN!' 'REV-OLU-SHUN!' 'REV-OLU-SHUN!' [With a roaring crowd cheering him on, the masked luchador crawls over onto the downed Nobu and rears back with his good arm.] JD: Oh! Hard shot to the head' and another' and another! He's beating the hell out of him but he's only using one How badly do you have to want to beat the hell out of someone to only use one arm to do it?! [After a few more shots, Infierno climbs back to his feet, his injured arm clutched firmly against his chest. He reaches down to pull Nobu up by his bright blue hair.] JD: Handful of hair by Infiern- OHHHHH! [The crowd explodes as the luchador _hurls_ Nobu headfirst into the ringpost, causing him to crumple down to the floor in a heap. Wanizame resumes fanning him, even as Infierno comes stalking around the corner towards him.] JD: And now it's Juvenil Infierno who can see light at the end of the tunnel. It's Infierno who knows he could be moments away from shaving that ratty blue hair right off Nobu over-inflated skull! Come on, Juvy! Get it done! [Infierno drags Nobu off the floor, pulling him into a weak side headlock.] JD: That's an odd move. A headlock out on the floor? [But it seems oh-so-fitting as Infierno takes a few quick steps, leaps into the air, and _drives_ Nobu facefirst into the floor! Massive pop!] JD: BULLDOG ON THE FLOOR!! OHHH MY! [Nobu immediately rolls over onto his back, hands flying up to cover his face' 'but not quick enough to conceal a splatter of blood on his chest.] JD: I think he broke his nose! Nobu's face was driven into this basketball court floor and his nose may have shattered, fans! He's definitely bleeding and- oh god! [The former guest trainer moves his hands away from his face, revealing a mess of blood covering the lower part of his face.] JD: Oh my god. Fans, if you have a weak stomach, you may want to look away. That's one of the most sickening things I've ever seen. The referee's trying to get them both back into the ring' but Infierno's ignoring him. He's out there- ohh! He just shoved Wanizame aside. [An enraged Infierno drops down onto Nobu and begins firing punches at the face, aiming for that possibly broken nose.] JD: Ugh! Infierno's really showing his dark side tonight. A dark fire burns in the soul of Juvenil Infierno on this night. He's battering him with a closed fist, trying to worsen that bloody nose. [Still holding his arm, Infierno rises to his feet, kicking Nobu in the face as he gets up. The dazed Japanese star pushes up to his knees where Infierno tugs him up, shoving him under the ropes and back inside the warzone.] JD: Nobu's back in' and Infierno's up on the apron! He's pointing to the top rope. [And as the fiery luchador makes the long climb, he screams out 'FIRE IN THE SKY!' to a massive ovation from the People of the Revolution.] JD: Infierno to the second rope' now to the top! He's ready to fly! [Infierno stands high atop the buckles, looking down at a bloodied Nobu' 'and leaps into the air, corkscrewing through the sky.] JD: FIRE IN THE SK- : 'OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' JD: HE MISSED! HE MISSED! Nobu rolled out of the way just in the nick of- cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [HUGE RELIEVED POP!] JD: My god, how close was that?! We were a heartbeat away from seeing Takuya Nobu win this match. And in this match, that means we were a heartbeat away from seeing Juvenil Infierno remove his legendary mask, never to wear it in the ring again! [Dragging himself off the canvas, blood still soaking his face, Nobu leans in the corner for a moment, trying to recover. The canvas is also stained red in several places as Nobu's wound continues to drip.] JD: Takuya Nobu now feels a serious sense of urgency. With that nose bleeding like that, he'll have a hard time breathing soon. [He drapes his arms over the buckles, tilting his head back' and then coughing up a wad of blood that he spews on the mat.] JD: Ick. Fans, I apologize for that. [Wobbling from the corner, Nobu meets Infierno as the masked man climbs to his feet, scooping him into the air' 'and dropping him down across a bent knee with a crushing backbreaker!] JD: Oh my! Infierno's back down on the mat' and Nobu's going up top! Takuya Nobu knows that Infierno's in trouble. Juvy missed the Fire In The Sky' he missed his chance to end it all. And now Nobu's trying to steal this one. [Facing away from the ring, Nobu steps to the midbuckle, then up to the top' 'and backflips from the highest perch in the ring, crashing down across the chest of Infierno!] JD: MOONSAULT! MOONSAULT! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [MASSIVE POP!] JD: NO! Juvy gets the shoulder up in time! Juvenil Infierno is showing the fighting spirit that made him the World Junior Heavyweight Champion' that made him one of the biggest stars in our sport' that made him a legend throughout Mexico! [Nobu pushes up to his knees, glaring at the official first and then down at his hated rival.] JD: Takuya Nobu just wants this win so badly. We've seen big title matches, huge grudge matches here in Pro Wrestling Revolution. But I don't think I've ever seen one man want to beat another as badly as Nobu wants to beat Infierno. [Reaching his feet, Nobu pulls Infierno off the canvas, throwing him towards the ropes. As Juvenil rebounds, Nobu picks him up, tilt-a-whirls him, and brings him crashing down across Nobu's bent knee!] JD: QUEBRADORRRRRRAAAAAAAA!!! [Infierno immediately snakes his good arm down to his back, clutching at it while Nobu drops down into another lateral press.] JD: Cover! ONE!! TWO!! TH- [Pop!] JD: The moonsault didn't beat him. The quebradora didn't beat him. What else does Takuya Nobu have up his sleeve here tonight? Wanizame is shouting suggestions from the floor. In the other corner, El Hijo Del Diablo is screaming encouragement for Infierno. Those two have come a long way since their big match on our debut show. [Nobu shows signs of frustration as he screams at Patrick Rodriguez while dragging Infierno back to his feet and firing him to the ropes again.] JD: To the ropes'Nobu sets again. QUEBRA- [POP!] JD: JUVY ARMDRAGS OUT OF IT! [But as he instinctively used the injured arm, he immediately pops up clutching his shoulder.] JD: Oh my! It was a nice counter but he may have hurt himself in the process. He immediately grabbed the arm. It's gotta be hurting him. [Infierno falls back into the corner, dropping down to a knee as he grabs his wounded limb. He makes no attempt to go on the offense, solely concerned with his injury as an irate Nobu regains his feet and charges in' 'into a front flip where the heel of Nobu's foot _crashes_ into the masked face of Infierno!] JD: KOPPO KICK! Right to the face! He caught him right in the face with it and that could knock someone out in the right situation. Infierno grabs the top rope, trying to stay on his feet. Here comes Nobu again! [But this time, the sprinting Nobu runs right into both of Infierno's feet as he desperately throws him in the air in an attempt to stop Nobu in his tracks.] JD: OHHHH! Nobu's nose might not have been broken before' but I bet it is now! He took those feet square to the face and now it's Nobu staggering away. [But not for long as Infierno deadleaps into the air, snaring Nobu's head with his legs, and whipping him over into a rana!] JD: INFIERNORANA!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [DEAFENING DISAPPOINTED POP!] JD: Holy' my god, that was close, fans! I thought Infierno had him right there. I was about to break out the scissors and hit the ring to help shave that ratty mop off Nobu's head! That was' man, Infierno's gotta be in shock. That was a damn tight cradle that Nobu kicked out of. [Nobu rolls away from the approaching Infierno, using the ropes in the corner to pull himself to his feet' 'and getting _drilled_ with a koppo kick by the masked luchador! Big pop!] JD: Jesus! Nobu's nose is' uggggh. Someone cover that thing up. [And as the Japanese star staggers from the corner, Infierno hooks him with one arm' 'and takes him down with a one-armed Northern Lights Suplex!] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! TH- [Nobu fires a shoulder off the mat just before the three count falls. The bridge is broken quickly and Infierno rolls to a knee, looking toward the corner.] JD: Juvy back up' seated on the top buckle now. [Infierno waits until Nobu is up on his feet.] JD: He leaps! [A lone forearm is raised in the air, aimed for the dazed skull of Takuya Nobu' who sidesteps the attempt, wraps up Infierno' 'and _snaps_ the back of his head and neck into the turnbuckles courtesy of a Russian legsweep!] JD: Goodness! Juvenil Infierno has taken several extremely hard shots to the head here tonight. Nobu has been very lethal in everything he's done inside the ring here in Hollywood. Infierno's seated in the corner, his head leaning against the buckles. [Nobu uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet and leans over, sticking his fingers into the eyeholes in an attempt to rip the mask again.] JD: Give me a break, Patrick! Get in there and- [Nobu backs off on his own' and promptly slaps Infierno across the face.] JD: Oh, come on! This guy is- choke! [Placing his bare foot on the throat of his rival, Nobu attempts to choke him in the corner.] JD: Patrick, stop this guy! [Rodriguez immediately lunges between Nobu and Infierno, dragging Nobu off of his fallen foe. Big pop!] JD: About time! Maybe now Takuya Nobu will get some respect for our offici- 'OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' JD: He pushed the ref down! What a son of a bitch this guy is! DQ him, Patrick! Let's shave his damn head right now! [An irate crowd boos Nobu wildly as he glares at the fallen official, daring him to get back up. Rodriguez backcrawls away as Nobu approaches him' 'then turns on his heels, running across the ring, and scoring with a low dropkick to the face!] 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' JD: Dear'god. It sounded like he caved in his skull. Infierno just' he's just limp in the corner. Nobu is using very simple moves to great effectiveness. [Grabbing Infierno by the ankle, Nobu tugs him out of the corner and then heads right back to that corner.] JD: Nobu's going up top. You know he's gotta be thinking he's close. He's gotta be wondering what more it'll take to put Infierno down for a three count. Or maybe wondering if he should stay on the arm and go for a submission. I can't imagine he'd get one from Infierno with his mask on the line but he's taken so much punishment to that arm, you never know. [Reaching the top rope, Nobu leaps into the air, pulling his legs up' 'and drops a big leg across the throat and chest of the luchador!] JD: CALIFORNIA JAM! ONE!! TWO!! THRE- [HUGE POP!] JD: My god! Still not enou- [The crowd erupts in a shocked pop as Nobu quickly switches his grip, scissoring the injured arm and pulling back on it.] JD: Cross armbreaker! The jujigatame is applied! [Stunned, Infierno quickly tries to get out, reaching to grab his own wrist in an attempt to keep the elbow from being hyperextended.] JD: Juvy's fighting it! Fighting it like a man whose very life is on the line! Come on, Juvy! Keep that elbow bent' don't let go! [Nobu tries to break Infierno's grip on his own wrist, slamming his hand repeatedly into Infierno's] JD: Nobu wants to snap the arm! Juvy is fighting him off' not letting go of the wrist. Infierno knows that if Nobu can extend the arm, he can snap it. If Nobu gets that arm straightened, this match is over or Juvenil Infierno's gonna have a broken arm! [Infierno tries to tighten his own grip as he swings his legs down, pushing up off the mat to try and get back to his feet and put the momentum on his side.] JD: Infierno's on his feet' the arm's still scissored though. He's still trapped in the jujigatame! He's still- what the-?! [The crowd roars once more as Infierno manages to lift Nobu off the canvas in a powerbomb type attempt'] JD: HE'S GONNA BREAK THE HOLD! HE'S GOT HIM UP!! [But his injured arm proves to not be strong enough after all the abuse, forcing him to set Nobu back down. The crowd deflates but is still buzzing, wondering if they're about to see wrestling history made.] JD: Infierno's still trapped in the hold' still searching for a way out' still- 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!' JD: OHHH! Kick to the spine by Infierno! That's one way to break a hold, right? [Maybe not as Nobu holds tought, refusing to release the cross armbreaker despite having leverage working against him now.] 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' JD: Another brutal kick to the spine by the masked man! Juvy's desperate now' he's gotta find a way out of this in the worst possible way! Come on, Juvy! [Suddenly, Infierno realizes how dire the situation is and unleashes the demon.] 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!' 'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!' [The crowd roars and groans in mock agony for Nobu as the kicks rain down on his back. The barrage of kicks forces Nobu to release his grip and slump back down to the canvas where Infierno drops to his knees a moment later, clutching the shoulder once more.] JD: He _finally_ escapes the hold but lord knows how much damage was done there, fans. Infierno's gotta be barely able to move that arm at this point in the matchup. [Gritting his teeth, Infierno grabs Nobu by the leg and flips him over into a half Boston Crab.] JD: Half crab applied! This might be Infierno's way of buying himself some time to recover. If he can rest for a bit while doing some damage to Nobu, he might be able to- [Nobu snakes his hands backwards, grabbing Infierno by the ankle and pulling hard, taking him down and applying a half crab of his own.] JD: Reversal! [But just as quickly, Infierno tucks his head, rolling out of the Crab and throwing Nobu down to the mat with his own momentum' 'and slaps the crab on again!] JD: Back to Infierno's favor! [And this time, Infierno sits down on the lower back of Nobu, sending some cries of pain from the chest of the former M-DOJO guest trainer.] JD: Nobu's in a lot of pain! He might have to give- [The crowd explodes into jeers as Dr. Pirateo X rolls into the ring' 'but changes quickly to cheers as the unknown 'Kid' slides in and uncorks a spinning leg lariat that knocks DPX over the ropes to the floor! Huge pop!] JD: YEAH! The Kid clears DPX! Nobu's on his- no! [Wanizame leaps up on the apron, screaming at Infierno who breaks his hold' 'and _cracks_ TORA with a right hand! Massive pop!] JD: That's for Volatil, you son of a bitch! [El Hijo Del Diablo sprints around the ring, grabbing Wanizame by the back of the pants and yanking him off the apron. Suddenly, the cornermen begin to brawl, bringing the crowd to their feet in a roaring frenzy.] JD: We've got chaos! Chaos is reigning in the Revolution tonight! [Dragging himself off the canvas, Takuya Nobu runs towards Infierno as referee Patrick Rodriguez slides to the floor, forcing the cornermen back up the aisle and away from the ringside area.] JD: Clothesli- ducked by Infierno! [But Infierno scores with a huge standing dropkick that sends Nobu sailing over the ropes and down to the hardwood floor below! Huge pop!] JD: Infierno takes him out! We've got Infierno inside the ring' Nobu's out on the floor! [Infierno quickly dashes across the ring, dropping down into a baseball slide' 'that Nobu sidesteps, leaping up on the apron as Infierno slides out to the floor.] JD: Juvy misses the baseball slide! Nobu on the apron. [Nobu deftly leaps to the middle rope and springs back, twisting through the air with a huge crossbody block that takes both men down to the floor! Big pop!] JD: The crowd starting to split a little bit. Most of them are still solidly behind Juvy here tonight but Takuya Nobu's incredible performance in this one is winning some people over. You're hearing cheers for some of Nobu's actions' which is almost unheard of. [Both men lie motionless on the floor as referee Patrick Rodriguez starts up a double count.] 'ONE!' 'TWO!' 'THREE!' 'FOUR!' 'FIVE!' 'SIX!' [Before the count goes any further, Nobu snakes an arm up to use the bottom rope to pull himself off the floor.] JD: Nobu's up at six' dragging Juvy off the floor as well and he shoves Infierno under the ropes into the ring. Both men are weary, fans. This match has taken a lot out of both of them. [Nobu slips up on the apron, grabbing the top rope and slingshotting himself into a somersault' 'right down on the up knees of Infierno! Massive pop!] JD: KNEES! Infierno brought up the knees and Nobu's somersault senton hit nothing but those knees! His back slammed down into the knees! [Infierno pushes Nobu off of his legs, grabbing the ropes with his good arm to pull himself up.] JD: Nobu made a big mistake there and it could cost him his hair, fans. Infierno waves him up with that good arm' trying not to move the other one. [The Mexican luchador hooks Nobu in a front facelock as Nobu reaches a knee.] JD: He's got him hooked. A suplex perhaps? [But Infierno's lift is aborted as he sets Nobu back down, clutching his arm in pain' 'and getting rolled up in an inside cradle!] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [DEAFENING POP!] JD: My god! So close! So very close! My heart leapt out of my chest right there, fans. This match was almost over and what a crushing way that would have been to lose the famous mask. [Both men move quickly to try and get up, hoping to beat their opponent to his feet' 'but Nobu gets the first shot in, scoring with a forearm that sends Infierno falling back into the ropes.] JD: Nobu caught him coming up' and now it's Takuya Nobu looking for a way to finish this. He's gotta find a way to end this match and take Infierno's mask. [Adding insult to injury, Nobu strikes a quick bicep pose before connecting with a clothesline that takes Infierno over the ropes and down on the apron!] JD: Ooof! Infierno slammed down on the ring apron! [Reaching over the ropes, Nobu grabs Infierno by the arm and starts to climb.] JD: Is he-?! Oh my god! Nobu's going for the ropewalk bulldog to the floor?! These men have each tried several times to get this done but- [Nobu reaches the top rope' but Infierno pulls hard, bringing him down onto the apron as well.] JD: Oh! Juvy blocked it' and now they're both out on the apron. [Infierno peppers Nobu with a few short forearms with the good arm, trying to get an edge' 'but Nobu returns the favor with a high kick to the shoulder, causing Juvenil to nearly collapse to the floor.] JD: Nobu knows his gameplan, fans. Infierno started to rally and Nobu went right to the arm to cut him off. Takuya Nobu is wrestling a masterpiece tonight in that ring. No matter the outcome, he can be very proud of himself after this one. [Fire in his eyes, Infierno swings a wild haymaker' 'and Nobu ducks it.] JD: HOOKED! [The crowd roars as Infierno is trapped in the grasp of Nobu, on the verge of feeling an Exploder suplex off the apron to the solid wooden floor!] JD: He's going for the Exploder! If he hits this, it's over! [But Infierno has other ideas, driving his elbow down into the side of Nobu's face' again and again and again.] JD: Juvy breaks it! [And as loud as the crowd was before, they somehow grow louder as Infierno steps behind Nobu, hooking his arms around his rival's waist.] JD: A German?! A German off the apron to the floor!? He might kill him! This won't just beat him, fans' this is an attempt to send Takuya Nobu to the hospital! [But at his first attempt to lift Nobu, Infierno withdraws, clutching the shoulder in pain.] JD: He couldn't do it' he just couldn- [An irate Nobu drives a headbutt down into the shoulder, causing Infierno to fall further back towards the ringpost, looping an arm around the rope to stay on his feet.] JD: Juvenil can barely stand, fans. Things aren't looking good for him at this stage of the match. [Nobu drives the point of his elbow down into the shoulder joint a few times, causing Infierno to slump down even further' barely even on his feet now.] JD: What's Nobu doing now? He's backing away from Infierno' he charges?! [The Japanese superstar sprints down the length of the apron, looking for a big clothesline to send Infierno crashing to the floor' 'but at the last moment, Infierno leans back and lifts his feet in the air.] JD: MONKEY FLIP!!! [Nobu runs into the feet and is thrown through the air, flipping through the sky' 'and slamming down on the hardwood floor below! Big pop!] JD: My god in heaven! Takuya Nobu' somebody should check on Nobu. He went sailing some ten feet through the air and landed _right_ on his back on the solid wooden floor! His back may have snapped like a twig! [Referee Patrick Rodriguez leans over the ropes, taking a look at an exhausted Infierno lying on the apron and a motionless Nobu on the floor.] JD: We've got another double count coming up. This could be it. Count slow, Patrick! [Rodriguez takes another quick glance and begins the count.] 'ONE!' 'TWO!' 'THREE!' 'FOUR!' 'FIVE!' 'SIX!' [At around the six count, Infierno uses the bottom rope to drag himself under the ropes and back inside the squared circle.] JD: Juvy's back in! I'm sure he never imagined winning this match by countout but at this point, a victory is a victory. When your heritage is on the line, you win however you can, fans. [As the count reaches eight, Takuya Nobu peels himself off the floor and throws himself under the ropes to beat the count.] JD: Nobu's back in as well! They both beat the count! [And they get a roaring ovation from the capacity crowd for their efforts.] JD: Listen to these fans. They love Pro Wrestling Revolution. They love the action they're seeing in this match' a match that only PWR could bring to you. This is history in the making and we're all witnesses to it. [Both men slowly get to their feet, soaking up the cheers of the screaming crowd. Infierno rears back and throws a weak punch.] JD: Right han- Nobu grabs the wrist! [With Infierno's wrist trapped, Nobu winds up and drives a rapid-fire chop into the shoulder' over and over and over.] JD: Oh my! Rapid fire chops to the shoulder, trying to do _even_ more damage! He's trying to separate the shoulder with those chops! [Nobu spins Infierno around, hooking both of his arms in a double chickenwing' 'and hoists him up into the air! A huge buzz erupts as Infierno starts screaming' uncorking hellish cries of pain.] JD: Oh my god! Oh my god! That double chickenwing is applied. Look at the strain at the shoulder! Infierno's screaming in pain' my god, somebody needs to- this thing may need to be stopped. Is a mask really worth your career, Juvenil?! [Patrick Rodriguez is right there, asking Juvenil if he wants to submit' but Infierno screams a denial.] JD: I guess to Juvenil Infierno, a mask _is_ his career! He refuses to stay down! He refuses to quit! If he loses this match' you can't calculate what that'll do to him mentally! [Feeling the mask slipping away, Infierno plants his feet against the midsection of his rival and pushes off, flipping through the hold and out! Huge pop!] JD: What a counter! Good grief, Linus! [Infierno lands on his feet behind Nobu and quickly hooks his arm before running up the ropes' walking across them' 'and leaping off, hooking Nobu in a side headlock on the way down! DEAFENING POP!] JD: ROPEWALK BULLDOG!! ROPEWALK BULLDOG!! They've been trying all match to hit that and Infierno just planted him with it! [Infierno lies still on the mat for a moment' then starts to stir, trying to roll over to cover the prone Nobu' 'who wisely rolls out to the ring apron, avoiding a pin attempt.] JD: Nobu made it near the ropes! He knew that he was in serious trouble if he stayed in there. Infierno rolled over to cover but there was no one there! [A frustrated Infierno pushes himself off the mat with one arm' and staggers over to the ropes where he grabs Nobu by the wrist, pulling him back into the ring.] JD: He's setting Nobu in position for- he's calling for Fire In The Sky! If he hits it, it's over! [Leaving Nobu behind, Infierno begins the long, slow climb up the turnbuckles. A climb made much harder with only one arm to pull up with.] JD: Up to the second' and slowly now up to the top' [Infierno stands high above the ring, looking down at Nobu' pointing to his screaming fans in attendance. This is his night. This is his moment.] JD: HE LEAPS! [The former World Junior Heavyweight Champion hurls himself into the air, corkscrewing through the sky' 'until his back is aimed squarely at the chest of his most hated rival.] JD: HE NAILED IT!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEE! NO!!! NO!!! [The crowd groans in agony as the referee holds up two fingers, signalling that Nobu was able to get his shoulders off the canvas before the three count came down.] JD: Can you believe it?! Juvenil Infierno hit the Fire In The Sky' the move that has won him countless matches all over the world' and he _still_ couldn't get the pinfall victory! [Infierno pushes up to a sitting position, his head buried in his hands with disbelief. He shows three fingers to the referee who shakes his head, denying Infierno's claim.] JD: Juvenil's in shock! If Nobu's going to kick out of Fire In The Sky, what more can he do to him? Infierno's going to have to dig deep to come up with something that he maybe has never used before. Something to really put Nobu down hard. [Still shaking his head in disbelief, Infierno rises to his feet, reaching down to pull the weary Nobu off the canvas' but Nobu slumps back down to the mat, unable to support his own weight after the high impact corkscrew senton.] JD: Nobu can't even stand! But he did somehow manage to get a shoulder up to break the pin attempt. Infierno drags him off the canvas again by the hair. [The luchador holds Nobu low' and _drives_ his shin up into the face of Nobu with a brutal short kick.] JD: Ohh! [Infierno throws a few more, rapidly striking the bloodied face of his rival over and over.] 'OHHHHHH!' 'OHHHHHH!' 'OHHHHHH!' [The crowd cringes from the impact of the kicks, doing even more potential damage to the possibly broken nose.] JD: Good grief! [And one more hard kick snaps Nobu back down to the canvas, hands immediately up to check the status of his injured nose. Infierno glares at the fallen Nobu and makes his way across the ring, stepping out onto the ring apron.] JD: What's he planning on doing out there? Nobu's down and hurting but Infierno didn't go for a cover. He's looking for something big to finish this right now, I think. [The famed luchador stands on the ring apron for a few moments, breathing deeply' focusing on his opponent' seemingly preparing himself for what he's about to do.] JD: He's got the rope clutched in his hand' he's gonna- [Suddenly, Infierno leaps into the air, springing as high as he can from the top rope' 'spinning through the air at breathtaking speed.] JD: 450! [But as he reaches the 450 mark, Infierno keeps spinning right around, attempting the insane 630 senton that many on the Internet had heard he'd been trying to master.] JD: 630! [The crowd holds its' collective breath as Infierno makes the final rotation' 'but just doesn't have enough to get around, _spiking_ his skull into the canvas headfirst. A huge shocked pop goes up' but quickly falls to silence as they realize what just happened.] JD: Oh' oh my god. [Referee Patrick Rodriguez dives to the canvas, checking on Infierno.] JD: Fans, my god' I can't- this is bad. [Rodriguez can be seen talking to Infierno, trying to assess how badly he's hurt. We catch a glimpse of the official grabbing the luchador by the wrist, squeezing his hand to try and revive him.] JD: Fans, I apologize' but we may need to stop this match. Juvenil Infierno went for that 630 senton we've been hearing so much about but he couldn't quite get around. He spiked himself headfirst into the canvas and' well, I haven't seen him move yet. [Takuya Nobu slowly pulls himself to his feet using the ropes, looking down at his fallen rival and the official near him.] JD: Nobu's back up but I don't think it matters, fans. I think this match is over right here and now. Takuya Nobu is going to win this by ref stoppage, I think. [Glaring at Infierno, Nobu walks towards him' but is cut off by Patrick Rodriguez who holds the Japanese superstar at bay.] JD: Thank god for Patrick Rodriguez! He's keeping Nobu away from Juvy. The match is over, Nobu. There's no need for- [An irate Nobu hurls Rodriguez aside, throwing him down to the mat. Deafening heel pop!] JD: Oh come on! There's no call for that! [With a sick smirk, Nobu slowly climbs to the top rope' looking out over the jeering crowd' 'and hurls himself into the air, twisting through the sky' 'and crashing down across the chest of Infierno!] JD: That' that was Fire In The Sky from that evil bastard. [Staying on top of Infierno, Nobu gestures to the referee who reluctantly drops down.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! [DING DING DING] MC: Your winner of the Mask vs Hair match' TAKUYA NOOOOOOOOBUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! [The crowd roars its' displeasure with Nobu being the winner of the very emotional battle. Juvenil Infierno lies on the canvas, his arms finally moving now as referee Patrick Rodriguez waves to the locker room for some assistance.] JD: Nobu has done it. He's accomplished exactly what he first stepped into Pro Wrestling Revolution to do. From Day One, he wanted to embarrass Juvenil Infierno'to humiliate him. And in the eyes of Juvenil, he has just done exactly that, fans. That mask means so much to him' so much to members of the lucha libre culture. [The locker room curtain parts as TORA Wanizame and Dr. Pirateo X race to ringside to aid their comrade to his feet, celebrating his victory. El Hijo Del Diablo and the young student join Infierno in the ring, trying to comfort him for his loss.] JD: For seven years, wrestling fans around the world have had the pleasure of watching the masked wonder known as Juvenil Infierno in the ring. Tonight, that ends. [Nobu sits in the opposite corner from where Infierno is starting to recover, just staring at his hated rival. El Hijo Del Diablo screams across the ring at Nobu, ordering him to stay away from Infierno' but Nobu doesn't move a muscle, simply watching.] JD: Infierno's cornermen are keeping Nobu and his cronies at bay. They want Juvenil to be able to' they want him to do this with some dignity. Diablo's helping him to his feet now, leaning him in the corner. To be honest, fans, I'm just happy to see him standing. When you see someone take a fall like that directly on their head, you fear the worst easily. [Diablo and the young student continue to stand between their mentor and his enemy, seemingly willing to do whatever it takes to protect him in his weakened state.] JD: I can't even believe this is happening. Who would have ever thought we'd see this happen? [After a few moments, Infierno places a hand on each of his cornermen's shoulders, assuring them that he's okay and ready to face his destiny.] JD: Here we go, fans. The moment none of us wanted to see' well, except for that man. [The camera zooms in on Nobu, a big grin on his face now as he soaks up the moment. Infierno looks over to Nobu, who is waiting for him to do what he has to do.] JD: Infierno looking down at the mat' he can't believe it either. All the years' the legacy' the heritage. Tonight, the masked persona known as Juvenil Infierno dies. [Juvy nods his head, the entire crowd silent as they watch him reach back behind his head and grasp the mask from the front as well, before slowly pulling the mask off to reveal his face to everyone. Though what they see beneath it is no hideous creature, the young man's face fairly good looking as he offers the crowd a smile, holding his mask up in front of them.] JD: There it is, fans' the last time we will see Juvenil Infierno in his legendary mask. You've witnessed wrestling history here tonight in Hollywood. [Juvy then turns to Nobu and walks over to him, presenting him with his mask, which he accepts without hesitation. Infierno then requests a microphone, which is handed to him. He steps back over to the center of the ring and lifts his head high as he speaks.] Juvy: My name ... [He pauses.] Juvy: ... is Julio ... Velasquez ... de los Santos. [The man formerly known as Juvenil Infierno then nods his head proudly upon saying his name, smiling to the crowd as they cheer and applaud the luchador. He then offers the crowd a wave of his hand and he leaves the ring, both the young Dojo student and El Hijo del Diablo following him. He then heads back to the locker room as Nobu continues to celebrate with the mask of Juvenil Infierno in his hands. Nobu drapes the mask in front of the camera, showing the world his greatest prize... ...as we fade to black.]