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Pro Wrestling Revolution [in conjunction with Empire Sports] "Who's The King?" - May 30th, 2004 - Location TBA 1. El Corazon Negro/El Caliente/La Fuerza Candianese vs Takuya Nobu/Angel Demente/Golden Tiger 2. Matthew Yates vs Johnny Malibu 3. Qualification Match [winner moves into Pacific Title Match] Tyson Bryson vs Bryan Coats 4. The Open Challenge Tony Cameron vs Blackwater Bart 5. Aces High Crusher Tyler vs Jaiden Andrews 6. Melissa Cannon vs Angel Santiago 7. A Champion Is Crowned Winner of Bryson/Coats X Calisto Dufresne TORA Wanizame Kenta Kitzukawa City Jack Juvenil Infierno Jeremy Rhodes ******************************************************* [On a sunny day in Southern California, we fade in on the exterior of the Santa Ana Elks Lodge. A drab looking building, in mere moments, it will be turned into a battleground with the highest possible stakes... the first Pro Wrestling Revolution event to crown a champion. We fade from the outside of the building to the inside... ...which is completely pitch black. The fans are roaring, buzzing with anticipation as they sit in the sensory deprivation. No sounds, no sights, nothing. Until...] #You simply defy, I cannot even look to the sky, we try it single filed, take on me, and it's my denial, # [The sounds of Korn's "Kick The PA"... a song very, very familiar to wrestling fans sends the Santa Ana Elks Lodge crowd into a wild frenzy of roaring cheers.] #I cannot ever find, something safe, not done on the fly, I cannot live this way, floor and me will kick the P.A # [And as the chorus unfolds... the lights come up. They reveal a rectangle shaped room with wood paneling on the walls. Cushy theater style seating is elevated stadium style on three sides of the ring, several feet away from the ring. Filling the gaps between the cushy seats and the ring are folding metal chairs. Once again, there's no barricade... ...but hey, there's a pretty fancy looking entrance curtain. We're on the climb!] #You wanna play with me I'm really gonna rock your world You want to comfort me I'm gonna rock your world # [The lights reach their peak... revealing a very familiar face standing dead center in the middle of the ring, a huge grin splashed across his face. He stands in a black Pro Wrestling Revolution t-shirt and black jeans. And his mere appearance brings upon one of the loudest pops we've heard so far in PWR. Oh. It also starts a chant.] "STEG-GY!" "STEG-GY!" "STEG-GY!" "STEG-GY!" "STEG-GY!" "STEG-GY!" "STEG-GY!" "STEG-GY!" "STEG-GY!" "STEG-GY!" "STEG-GY!" "STEG-GY!" [The longtime play-by-play announcer for that other Southern California has a mock angry look cover his face, waving his finger "in warning" at the couple hundred fans in attendance. He pauses for a moment, soaking up the cheers... then raises a cordless mic to his lips.] JS: WELCOME EVERYONE TO THE SANTA ANA ELKS LODGE! [BIG POP!] JS: WELCOME TO SANTA ANA IN SUNNY SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA! [ANOTHER BIG POP!] JS: WELCOME TO THE BIGGEST EVENT SO FAR IN PRO WRESTLING REVOLUTION'S HISTORY! [IT KEEPS GETTING BIGGER!] JS: WELCOME TO... WHO'S THE KING!!! [DEAFENING POP!] JS: For those of you who don't know me, my name is Jon Stegglet. [A wild pop for the announcer who bows in thanks.] JS: And when my best friend announced that he was putting it all on the line for this one event... that it was make or break time for Pro Wrestling Revolution tonight... I asked the one question that any best friend would. "What can I do to help?" [Pop!] JS: I was willing to do anything, you know? I'd commentate... I'd referee... hell, I'd sweep the ring up if I needed to! [Another chant begins...] "SWEEP IT UP, STEG-GY... SWEEP IT UP!" "SWEEP IT UP, STEG-GY... SWEEP IT UP!" "SWEEP IT UP, STEG-GY... SWEEP IT UP!" "SWEEP IT UP, STEG-GY... SWEEP IT UP!" [Another big grin splashes across Jon Stegglet's face.] JS: But Todd Michaelson had another idea. He said that his usual ring announcer was going to be busy trying to put a women's division on the map. And here I am. [Stegglet waves his arms, obviously enthused at the reaction he's getting.] JS: And I'm here on a night where we will see the first new Pacific Heavyweight Champion crowned in _five_ years! Takuya Nobu has surrendered the title belt to PWR... the last officially recognized champion, TORA Wanizame is _in_the_house_! [Big pop!] JS: So, tonight... we will see a new champion... the first champion in Pro Wrestling Revolution crowned! [Another huge explosion of cheers.] JS: In addition to that, tonight we will see- [Ahhh... memories. Jon Stegglet's introduction of the show is suddenly cut off by two things. First, the sounds of "Who's The King?" by Dog Eat Dog blasting over the PA system. And second, the sound of two hundred plus rabid Pro Wrestling Revolution fans jumping out of their seats and screaming their fucking heads off for the greatest manager in professional wrestling history... DAMAN~!... Brian Lau.] JD: Here he comes! The man we've all been waiting to see is about to arrive _here_ in Pro Wrestling Revolution! [The black curtain hanging over the entryway parts...] JD: Oh...my. [NYMPHS~! Yes, we have nymphs, people! Step aside. Nymphs coming through. Excuse me... pardon... yes, could you please get your fat, SoCalUncensored posting ass out of my way... right, you're a peach... thanks.] JD: Some very lovely ladies coming out here. [Now... is that any way for an unbiased commentor to act? I mean, seriously. We've got some fucking seadonkeys comin' through that curtain. Apparently, PWR sprung for the nymphs and the Santa Ana "escorts" aren't too easy on the eyes. There's more rolls here than a bakery truck. But if you're hot for pudge, stretch marks, and lipliner without lipstick, hey... PWR's got you covered, baby.] JD: A sea of ladies on their way to the ring. [This man speaks no lies now. There's a lot of 'em... a whole damn lot of 'em. There's probably more women in the room now than have even been there before. That kid in the front... yeah, that one in the suit with the brass-topped cane... I bet he's never even _seen_ this many women so close to him. Look... he's drooling at the one with the love handles spilling over her daisy dukes. Mmmm. What a combo.] JD: They're surrounding the ring... almost like it's for a lumberjack match. [What the fuck is wrong with this boy? We've got NYMPHS out here and he's talking about a lumberjack match?! Granted, they're seadonkeys... but still... women, dammit. NYMPHS~!, to be more precise. They surround the ring, spreading their womanly charms to anyone with a dime or a burrito from that little old lady with the cart on the corner and the empty dog collar hanging from the wheel. Yeah... the one you bought the hot dogs from on the way in. Don't worry... it only hurts for the first eight hours.] JD: But where is the guest of honor? [The sea of NYMPHS finally ends... and as the music continues to blast...] JD: Here he comes! [The crowd explodes into cheers as Brian Lau walks into view... wait, no... not walks... struts. He struts into view like only he can. Wait... wait... that's not even fair. To call the silky smoothness with which he moves a "strut" is an insult to him. Brian Lau... the greatest manager in our sport... is Pimpwalking. He's Pimpwalking... with the suede suit and the golden cane to match. Not to mention the platform heeled shoes... yes, the one with a goldfish in them. You gotta mention those, motherfuckers... you gotsto.] JD: Brian Lau is in the Santa Ana Elks Lodge! Brian Lau... IS IN PRO WRESTLING REVOLUTION! [The crowd roars for Lau's every movement, especially when he twirls the cane as he steps up on the ring apron. He Pimpwalks down the apron as well.. threatening a few of his nymphs with a Pimpslap before stepping into the ring and snatching the mic away from a giggling Jon Stegglet.] BL: Just like the old days, huh? [Stegglet nods, extending his hand to Lau. Lau looks at it, considers... ...and then puts his cane in the former Play-by-Play man's hand. Huge pop!] BL: Thanks, Steggy. Always there when we need you. [And slowly a chant begins...] "YOU DA MAN!" "YOU DA MAN!" "YOU DA MAN!" [Lau cracks a smirk and leans over the mic.] BL: You damn right. [MASSIVE POP!] BL: I'd love to stand out here all night and let you people cheer me like I'm the second coming of... [Lau scratches his head.] BL: Well... of me. [MASSIVE POP!] BL: But we've got bidness to take care of. For the past month, everyone wants to know why I was coming to Pro Wrestling Revolution. Hell, even I had to ask myself... "SELF?!" [Lau looks annoyed.] BL: Oh no, you didn't! [Complete with finger waggle!] BL: Even I had to ask myself what the hell would motivate me... Brian Lau... me... DAMAN~!... me... a former champion...me... a man who _built_ the club of people who've defeated Quinn Brown...me...a... [Lau pauses.] BL: Steggy, where was I? [The chuckling Jon Stegglet begins bowing to Lau... starting a new chant.] "WE'RE NOT WOR-THY!" clapclapclapclapclap "WE'RE NOT WOR-THY!" clapclapclapclapclap "WE'RE NOT WOR-THY!" clapclapclapclapclap "WE'RE NOT WOR-THY!" clapclapclapclapclap [Lau tips his Pimphat.] BL: I love a smart crowd. Anyways... I had to wonder what would motivate me to come out of my self-imposed glorious retirement and step back into a wrestling ring again. I mean... I've already got more money than I know what to do with.... [Lau looks around disdainfully.] BL: And from the looks of this place, that stack won't be growing any after tonight. [Pop!] BL: I've got all the fame... all the glory... all the legacy... So... what more could Brian Lau want out of this business? [DAMAN~! pauses, scratching his head again.] BL: Damn. I think I convinced myself. I'm outta here. [Lau starts to leave prompting a huge heel pop from the fans. He pauses, cracking a smirk.] BL: Nah... I got one more thing left to do. Tonight, I want to have one more night where I take someone _to the top_! [Huge pop!] BL: I wanted to come back to this business... take a wrestler who started the night with nothing... and by the end of that night, I wanted to make him... A champion. [Another huge pop!] BL: So, PWR... Brian Lau is here... the greatest managerial mind in history is here to bestow that gift onto one lucky wrestler here tonight. I am here to lead one man to greatness beyond his means... one man into history. And mostly, I'm here to fuck up Michaelson's world completely. [The crowd laughs... cause Lau's a funny motherfucker, you know?] BL: I'm here tonight... just like the rest of you... to find out just who the king is. And when it's all said and done... [Lau flashes a billion dollar smile, snatching his cane from Stegglet and spinning it wildly before planting it down on the canvas with a flourish.] BL: Baby, you're looking at him. See ya later. [The music kicks back in to a phenomenal pop from the Pro Wrestling Revolution faithful as Lau steps from the ring... and gestures with his cane for the NYMPHS~! to assume the pose. The flock of females settle near the ring apron, outstretching their arms as high as they can reach... and with a grin, Lau lies down on those hands. And is carried from the Santa Ana Elks Lodge.] JD: Ladies and gentlemen... it doesn't get any better than that. What an incredible way to open the show here tonight! And the predictions rang true...tonight, we will see Brian Lau make his return to managing. But we _still_ don't know who his entry into tonight's main event will be! I can easily imagine someone like Bryan Coats or Tyson Bryson being led to victory by Brian Lau... or maybe even TORA Wanizame... we all know of Lau's business connections in Japan. Perhaps the former ZS member has scored the coup of a lifetime. So many questions to be answered over the course of the next few hours... but before we go any further with that, let's head up to the ring for our opening matchup! [We cut to the ring where Jon Stegglet is standing once again, grinning like an idiot.] JS: The following contest is a trios match set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. [Stegglet pauses as Wall of Voodoo's "Mexican Radio" starts up to a burst of laughter from the crowd, paying tribute to the choice of the whacky 80's song.] JS: Introducing first... Team #1... from Canada... LA FUERZA CANDIANESE... and from Mexico...EL CORAZON NEGRO and ELLLLLLL CAAALIENTEEEEE!!! [A big pop goes up as the tecnico trio makes their way through the entrance curtain. La Fuerza Canadiense leads the way. He is a husky young man. His eyes are blue and very expressive. He wears red and white wrestling tights, white boots, white tape at his wrists, and his mask is a knitted toque (tight knit winter cap) and ski-mask combination. The toque is white, and the ski-mask is white with a red maple leaf over the face.] JD: A little strange to see LFC on the tecnico team this time. As you recall, he teamed with Golden Tiger and Angel Demente at When Darkness Falls... but from what we understand, he was irate with his team's actions... especially after Takuya Nobu made his presence felt. So, he has offered his services to El Corazon Negro and El Caliente for this matchup. [Just a few feet behind, El Caliente slides into the ring, dressed in head to toe skintight black vinyl that has red and orange flames flickering up both legs to just above the knees. His upper torso is also covered in the reddish orange "fire". He wears a mask with the area above his nose cut out to just below his chin, fully exposing a large part of his face. The mask is also black vinyl with flames arcing up from the back of his neck to his forehead.] JD: El Caliente has hit a little bit of a rough patch after his impressive debut at You Say You Want A Revolution, but he's looking to turn it all around here tonight. And I bet we'll see a little bit more of the budding rivalry between Golden Tiger and El Caliente as well. Those two squared off with violent results several times in last month's matchup. [El Corazon Negro rounds out the team, clapping his former student on the shoulder as the two men join LFC in the ring. ECN's clad in black from head to toe while wearing a black mask with a red pentagram stitched across it.] JD: Let's hope we don't see El Caliente try that daredevil dive he's gone for in both of his PWR matches again. At the debut show, he had good luck with it... last month, he nearly crippled himself. [As Stegglet goes to continue, we see El Corazon Negro vehemately shaking his head, pushing Caliente back to the corner.] JD: It certainly looks like he wants to go for it. His former teacher is trying to dissuade him. [Stegglet shakes his head at El Caliente at well, pleading with him to not attempt the dive... and continues the introductions.] JS: And their opponents... first, from Mexico... GOLDEN TIGER and ANGEL DEMENTE... and from Japan...TAKUYA NOOOOOOOBUUUUUUUU!!! [A huge heel pop erupts for... well, mostly Nobu but those other two guys are dicks too as "King of Transexualvania" by Kyohei Yamada plays over the PA. The curtain violenty parts as Angel Demente storms through it. Sharp red hair, spiked heavy, juts from out his mask. He is lean, much like a gymnast built like a wild cat. His mask is open topped and open at the jaw. White and black, it wraps around his head and ties in the back. The nose is sharp, jutting outwards, eyes open, skin underneath painted dark. Horns curve from the forehead, wrapping close along the head and backwards. The sides of his mask flare outwards past the jawline to a point. With the mask he tapes his fingers and wrists. He wears flowing, shiny, black pants tucked into kick pads with black boots under those.] JD: Angel Demente raised some eyebrows by venturing down to Tijuana recently to assault both La Fuerza Canadianese as well as El Corazon Negro at a SouthWest Lucha Libre show. So, if we needed more fuel tossed on the fire for this one, we've got it after that. [Golden Tiger steps through second, a wild look in his eyes that glare through his golden mask that... well, resembles a tiger. He waves his arms wildly at the crowd, scaring a young child out of his seat.] JD: Oh come on! That youngster in the Juvenil Infierno t-shirt was just chased from his seat by that maniac. Golden Tiger just isn't right. He truly belongs on a team with Demente. [And rounding out the rudos is Takuya Nobu. The former Zokugun Sangai member is pretty dark-skinned with a really slight build. He has huge bleached-white mutton chop sideburns, and bleached white hair that is streaked with bright-ass blue that stands up, straight, about six inches off the top of his head. A tattoo streaks across his left breast reading "Zokugun" and "Sangai" on his right forearm. As he swipes his hand at the cameraman in the aisle, we notice his nails have been painted bright yellow for this night.] JD: A very angry response to Takuya Nobu from this crowd. They haven't forgotten what Nobu did to Juvenil Infierno at When Darkness Falls. A brutal, brutal assault by Nobu just hours after Todd Michaelson announced him as a guest trainer for the Dojo. Nobu suckered us all in... and then stabbed us all in the heart. [The rudos huddle up on the floor, Golden Tiger not taking his eyes off of El Caliente... ...who suddenly breaks free, sprinting across the ring.] JD: NO! NO! [Guest ring announcer Jon Stegglet bails out of the ring as El Caliente races past him. The rudos scatter, hoping to make Caliente eat carpet... hehehe.] JD: HE LEAP- [But instead of hurling his body over the top rope, Caliente leaps to the middle rope, backflipping back... ...and lands on his feet in the center of the ring, flashing a middle finger at the rudo trio.] JD: Hehehe. Good move by El Caliente. A smart move. [The rudos flip out, knocking over empty chairs, slapping the canvas... generally just throwing a tantrum... ...until Angel Demente slides headfirst into the ring as the bell rings.] JD: Demente in! He charg- armdrag takedown by Caliente! Both men back up... and taken right back down! El Caliente is on fire... no pun intended. [Demente springs back to his feet, charging towards the young luchador... ...who takes Angel up and over with an overhead armdrag, slamming down to the canvas! Big pop!] JD: Angel Demente's being domina- [But as he gets up again, he lunges forward with a tackle that takes El Caliente back to the corner.] JD: Demente trying to slow the youngster down. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" JD: Hard chop by the man who claims to hail from South of Sanity. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" JD: Another one hits the mark as well! Really lighting up the chest of El Caliente. Grabs the wrist... irish whip... [But as he approaches the corner, El Caliente runs up the turnbuckles... backflipping off across the ring... ...right into an eyegouge by Angel Demente! Big heel pop!] JD: Oh come on! Referee Steve Stevens is warning Angel Demente... but we all know we won't see a DQ for an eyegouge. Demente grabs a handful of hair, dragging Caliente to the corner... and there's the tag to Golden Tiger! [Tiger slips through the ropes, burying a boot in the ribcage of Caliente as Demente steps out to the apron.] JD: Golden Tiger and El Caliente have been waiting for the chance to get back in the ring with one another for four weeks. Tiger buries a right hand to the ribs, backing El Caliente into the ropes. Irish whip... [As El Caliente hits the far ropes, Golden Tiger drops his head for a backdrop... ...but the M-DOJO rookie backflips up and over the lift attempt, landing on his feet behind his rival.] JD: Tiger turn- "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" [Big pop!] JD: Superkick! A big thrust kick under the jaw of Golden Tiger, knocking him back to the ropes. [El Caliente falls backwards, slapping the outstretched hand of La Fuerza Canadianese who steps into the ring, barreling across it.] JD: CLOTHESLINE TAKES GOLDEN TIGER OVER THE TOP TO THE FLOOR!!! [A huge pop for the big fall by Golden Tiger.] JD: Fuerza's eyeing Tiger out on the floor... he may be pondering going out after him. [But before he can, Takuya Nobu slips in behind him, driving a knee into the kidneys of the larger Canadian luchador.] JD: Nobu from behind... like he does best. Fuerza's wobbled... Nobu hoists him up... and _drops_ him down with a backdrop suplex! Nicely execu- cover! ONE!! TWO!! [The Canadian powers out, kicking out of the pin attempt.] JD: Not enough to keep him down. Nobu quickly out to the apron... slingshot! [And drops down with a leg across the throat of La Fuerza Canadianese!] JD: Nobu's on fire so far... and another quick cover. ONE!! TWO!! [Another pop as LFC kicks out of the pin attempt.] JD: Nobu's dragging LFC back to his feet, shoves him back into the corner... and there's a tag back in to Angel Demente. [The rudo duo tee off on the Canadian, repeatedly driving rights and lefts into his midsection.] JD: Double whip across... double drop toehold! Demente with a camel clutch applied... Nobu to the ropes... [And _drills_ LFC in the face with both feet courtesy of a low dropkick! Big pop for the impact!] JD: Nobu steps out... Demente stomping LFC into the canvas. [Grabbing the legs of LFC, Demente flips him onto his stomach, wrenching back with a Boston Crab... ...and then firmly places his foot on the back of the Canadian's head, bending him at an obscene angle.] JD: AHHHH! [But the submission hold is short-lived as El Corazon Negro steps in, driving a forearm to the back of the neck of Demente to break the hold.] JD: The SWLL owner breaks the submission! He's not about see one of his team members tap out if he can help it. Demente glaring at ECN, but he's back out on the apron. [A furious Angel Demente pulls LFC off the canvas by the arm, twisting into a wristlock as he does so... ...and then heads towards the corner.] JD: What's going on now? [The crowd starts to buzz as Demente steps to the middle rope, then to the top... ...and walks across the ring like on a tightrope.] JD: Oh my! Angel Demente showing incredible balance right here and- "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: LFC CROTCHES HIM! [And front rolls across the ring, tagging in the senior member of his team.] JD: In comes El Corazon Negro! He sprints across! [Leaping into the air, he scores with a dropkick that sends Demente plummeting from the top rope and out to the concrete floor.] JD: DEMENTE TO THE FLOOR!! [And without missing a beat, El Corazon Negro cracks Nobu with a forearm that sends him falling off the apron as well.] JD: Down goes Nobu as well! And he grabs Tiger by the mask... [MASSIVE POP!] JD: HE BRINGS TIGER IN THE HARD WAY!! [Golden Tiger immediately rolls back to his feet, retreating to the corner... ...but the veteran luchador isn't about to let him get away, charging across the ring.] JD: HE LEAPS!!! [And slams sternum-first into the top turnbuckle as Golden Tiger dives out of the way.] JD: Tiger avoiding the charge from his teacher... belly to back coming up here. [But as he hoists ECN into the air, at the peak of his lift, he swings ECN forward... ...and drives ECN facefirst to the canvas between his split legs! Massive pop!] JD: Whoa my! Some kind of facefirst powerbomb by the rookie... I don't even really know what to call that. Golden Tiger just levelled his teacher... and now he's going up top! [The masked rookie steps up to the top rope... ...but El Caliente has other ideas, sprinting across the ring, deadleaping to the top rope where Golden Tiger is standing.] JD: What the-?! What the-?! [Hooking the tiger-masked luchador, El Caliente leaps backwards!] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" JD: TOP ROPE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP BY EL CALIENTE!! GOODNESS! [Both rookie luchadors lie motionless on the canvas, barely conscious... their mentor just a few feet away.] JD: El Caliente may have just taken himself _and_ Golden Tiger out of this match! [La Fuerza Candianese races into the ring, looking to cover... ...but a huge spear tackle by Angel Demente nearly breaks him in half, cutting off his attack.] JD: We've got bodies down everywhere! Bodies scattered all over the place! [And in the middle of it all is Takuya Nobu who rolls back in, yanking El Corazon Negro off the canvas... ...and quickly hooks a full nelson.] JD: No! We saw him do this to Juvy last month! We saw- [With lightning quick speed, Nobu hoists El Corazon Negro into the air, _dumping_ him on his skull!] JD: RELEASED DRAGON SUPLEX!! ECN landed _right_ on his head! Almost on top of his damn head! Nobu dives atop! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! [DING DING DING] JS: Ladies and gentlemen... your winners of the match... the team of Golden Tiger, Angel Demente, and Takuuuuuya Nooooobuuuuuuuu!!! [A rustle of jeers pour down over the rudo trio as they celebrate their victory... ...by continuing to stomp away at the head and neck of El Corazon Negro.] JD: Oh come on! You won the match... what more do you want?! [An exhausted El Caliente crawls across the ring, attempting to hurl himself over his former teacher's prone body... ...an action that brings a grin to the face of Takuya Nobu.] JD: Uh oh. Can we get some help out here?! [While Golden Tiger leans against the ropes, stomping his teacher's head repeatedly and Angel Demente rakes his boot across the eyes of the SWLL Owner, Takuya Nobu has other plans.] JD: Nobu's going after El Caliente! He's pulling him up by the hair... tugs him into a gutwrench... lifting the luchador up. Oh my god! No! Somebody stop him! Somebod- "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: K-DRILLER! K-DRILLER RIGHT ON THE HEAD!!! [El Caliente crumples to the canvas, motionless as the crowd falls to a hush.] JD: Takuya Nobu just _obliterated_ the head and neck of El Caliente right there... and this kid is hurt and he may be hurt bad. [Golden Tiger pulls away from the attack on El Corazon Negro, turning his attention to El Caliente as Nobu prances away, mocking the injured luchador.] JD: This is ridiculous, fans! We need to get some help out here for this youngster in a hurry! [Golden Tiger yanks El Caliente off the mat, hooking him...] JD: Now Golden Tiger lifts him up! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" JD: FISHERMANBUSTER! Come on, dammit! [And suddenly, the hushed crowd erupts into cheers as Juvenil Infierno sprints from the locker room area.] JD: JUVY! INFIERNO TO THE RESCUE!! [The former Junior Heavyweight Champion dives headfirst under the bottom rope, springing to his feet, ready for a fight... ...but finds none as Golden Tiger, Angel Demente, and especially Takuya Nobu quickly bailed from the ring, leaving an upset Infierno behind.] JD: Juvenil Infierno stopped this from being any worse than it was... but he may have been too late. This kid is hurt bad... and you can see the look of concern on Juvy's face for his student. [The veteran luchador drops to a knee, checking the physical wellbeing of his injured pupil... but casting his gaze towards the retreating Takuya Nobu.] JD: Whew. There's no love lost there... and I'd say this budding war between Takuya Nobu and Juvenil Infierno is far from over. We've got a few members of PWR security and staff out here... they're helping Infierno get El Caliente from the ring. [With the aid of La Fuerza Canadianese and a recovering El Corazon Negro, they are able to get El Caliente out of the ring and aid him towards the locker room to a standing ovation from the PWR faithful.] JD: I just hope this young rookie's alright. He's got a very bright future if he can further develop his skills inside the ring and in front of a camera. My thoughts are with him as they help him to the back. [The entourage of help disappears through the curtain, the crowd still buzzing... ...until a voice rings out over the PA system.] VO: Are you ready...for STEVIIIIIIIIETAAAAAINMEEEEEEEEENT?!? [Please tell us he's not here.] JD: No way. No way! [Yes way. Indeed, it is he. The innovator of stupidity. The purveyor of all things silly. And he's come to PWR. God help us all. As the opening guitar strands of Ugly Kid Joe's "Everything About You" strum or something, we get the first public appearance of Stevie Scott in, well... a long time, but not long enough. Leaping into the aisle into his Superman Pose (tm), the crowd gives one of those legit "we really do hate you" heel pops. Like the kind X-Pac/Syxx/Moron used to get.] # I hate the rain and sunny weather And I, I hate the beach and mountains too, boo hoo And I don't like a thing about the city, no no And I, I, I hate the countryside too And I hate everything about you! # [There's probably some ring rust in that bod, but there's no...strut rust. As he is so wont to do, Stevie bounces down the aisle, making fun of people along the way. Finally, he hits the ring, motions for his music to be cut, and takes a mic. Sorry, he had to.] HSS: Well, helllllooooooo Detroit! Go Pistons! [Naturally, heel pop.] HSS: Oh, wait, this ain't Detroit. Yeah, this is that place where they have to buy championships, isn't it? [Boo, etc.] HSS: Anywho, I'm not here to talk about all the poor qualities of this city. Don't have enough time in the day. No, the important thing right now is that Stevie Scott...has returned...to the world of wrestling! Woohoo! [More heel poppin'.] HSS: Yeah, I knew you'd all be excited, too. But tonight, Stevie comes to you with a purpose. You see, this...Caleb Temple guy. He's crazy, man. Psycho. And he's got a little bit of a problem with this Rod Michaelson dude. So, being the arbitratin' genius that I am, I said to myself... "Self?" [Quinn Brown jokes. They never get old. Stevie cracks up at his own joke.] HSS: Woo, that never gets old. I said, "Stevie, there's only one person who can bring to the people...what they want to see" ...and that is Caleb Temple...and Rod Mickelson..._inthisveryring_! [Anticipatory pop.] HSS: So without further ado...or is it adieu? Anyway, without further something...come on down, Roddy! [A huge pop erupts at the sounds of Ennio Morricone's "The Ecstacy Of Gold". The song slowly builds and builds until Todd Michaelson, PWR Owner and Operator, bursts through the curtain.] JD: Here comes the boss! [He's clad in an orange PWR t-shirt and jeans, not really looking like he's out for a fight despite what went down on the last show. Michaelson slaps the hands of everyone he can on the way down the aisle towards the ring.] JD: Todd's been in a _real_ bad mood since When Darkness Falls... and you heard what he said earlier this month. Caleb Temple, that evil bastard, put one of ours in the hospital... and now we're gonna put him in the morgue! [Michaelson rolls under the bottom rope, popping up to his feet to a big pop. He casts a glare at Stevie Scott... presumably for getting his name wrong. Stevie seems not to notice... big surprise, huh?] HSS: Now, Rod...we know you're got some pent-up frustrations...some suppressed anger and crap. You know it's not good for you to keep it all inside. Bad for the spleen. So why don't you tell us how you feel about this Temple nutjob? [The PWR owner leans over the mic offered to him by Stevie Scott.] TM: I know you know my name, Stevie... so cut the crap. [The crowd "Ooooooo"s as Stevie looks shocked.] TM: I'm sure everyone is _dying_ to hear what I've got to say to Caleb Temple tonight. What can I possibly say to the man who took it upon himself to show up at the first PWR show and stab me in the goddamn head with a fork? [Todd gestures to his forehead, to a very visible scar to the camera's eyes.] TM: What do I say to the man who slandered me all over the Internet... disparaging myself... the company I _used_ to work for... the man I used to work for... not to mention this company... who spewed lies about all of us to anyone who'd listen? [Stevie tries to pull the mic away, but Michaelson grabs his wrist, keeping it in place.] TM: Or how about the right words to express what I feel about a piece of shit who showed up at When Darkness Falls and put one of _my_ students in a hospital bed... just to get my attention? What do you want me to say, Stevie? [Scott shrugs his shoulders... caught a little off guard by the stern nature of Michaelson.] TM: Well, I'll tell you what... I don't even know what I want to say. But I _do_ know that I'm not about to say it to you. [The former Knoxville Championship Wrestling star takes a step back, clutching his chest in a "Why I never!" expression.] TM: You wanted to bring me and Caleb together "in this very ring"? Well, I think it's time we make that wish a reality. [Big pop!] TM: Caleb, the door is open... there's no one blocking it. You want to confront me? [Todd pauses, looking towards the entryway.] TM: I'm right here. [Michaelson and Stevie turn towards the entrance, awaiting the arrival of the one, true King of the Death Match. The crowd rises in unison, all dying for the first "official" appearance of Caleb Temple in a Pro Wrestling Revolution ring.] TM: Come on, Caleb. We're all waiting for you. [There's no response... no music... no movement from the backstage area. The crowd... and the men in the ring... grow restless waiting for Temple's arrival.] TM: Oh, I know what it is. You'll only show up when someone's got their back turned. [Michaelson turns around, his back to the entryway, arms spread wide in invitation.] HSS: I don't think- [The Pro Wrestling Revolution owner snaps around, snatching the mic from Stevie Scott.] TM: God dammit, Caleb! Let's settle this right now. You've got a golden invitation to walk the aisle right now and come down here to say whatever's on your mind. So, let's do this. You either get out here right now... to this ring... [Michaelson pauses, eyes growing cold.] TM: Or stay the _fuck_ out of my business. [The two men in the ring, as well as the couple hundred fans in attendance glare at the entryway... ...but again there's nothing. Michaelson hands the mic back to Stevie and ducks through the ropes to leave, much to the dismay of the crowd...] HSS: This can't happen! I guaranteed it! [With the interviewer, interviewee, and the crowd all focused on the entryway... ...Caleb Temple arrives.] JD: He's there! Turn around! [Temple strides through the front door of the Elks Lodge, walking straight towards the ring past a few rows of confused fans who slowly start to buzz...] JD: Caleb Temple is here! He's _arrived_ in Pro Wrestling Rev- [Rolling under the bottom rope, Temple takes a seat in the corner, his back to the turnbuckles... completely unseen by the other two men in the ring. Temple's hand slips behind his back and reappears clutching a microphone of his own. He purses his lips and...] "PHWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!" [Todd and Stevie spin on their heels and Temple grins, still sitting.] CT: Looking for someone? [A huge mixed pop erupts from the PWR faithful... thrilled that Caleb Temple is in their building... pissed off that he's such an evil fuck.] JD: Looking for you, you sick son of a bitch! They're looking for you! [Temple springs cat-like to his feet and the crowd pops huge again.] JD: We're about to get this mess cleared up, folks! Or things are about to get a whole lot bloodier! [Michaelson snatches the mic away from Stevie Scott again, shoving Scott to the ropes. He angrily addresses Temple.] TM: The big, bad Caleb Temple is here. The "devil himself"... the "most evil son of a bitch walking earth". It's ironic, Caleb. [Temple arches an eyebrow.] TM: When Steggy and I were laying all those accolades on you... when we were helping make you the feared legend that you are... Did you ever think things would turn out this way? [Michaelson cracks a grin.] TM: I mean... seriously... after all those years in the big time, we're both back on the bottom rung. I'm here, spending every dime I have... risking my future on a promotion that many called a lost cause before the doors opened. Risking my future and my family's future on a company people despised before the first show. The internet hates us... the big promotions are already looking down on us. And here you are. You should have been the biggest free agent this sport's ever seen. Millions of dollars should have fallen at your feet to get you to fight in St. Louis with the rest of our old friends. But instead... you're here. [Todd stares at Caleb's face... looking deeply.] TM: And one look in your eyes tells me why. [The PWR owner shakes his head.] TM: You're done for, Caleb. [Big mixed pop... and this time, it's Caleb Temple's turn to smile.] TM: Have you looked into a mirror lately, man? Look at yourself. [The camera zooms in on Temple, showing a much-changed man than the last time he was on mainstream television. Sunken eyes with black circles under them, pale skin, even a little underweight.] TM: For years, we called you a madman. But for the past two months, _I'm_ the one being called a madman. Every promoter in this country thinks I've lost my mind. "Perhaps the biggest name this sport has ever seen wants to work for you... for your little promotion that could. And you want to tell him to hit the bricks?" [Todd chuckles.] TM: I've been trying to defend my decision for weeks... which is why I revealed your problem to the world to begin with. Heh... after talking to some of my friends in this business, I was even wondering if I'd made the wrong choice. [A pause.] TM: But one look in your eyes tells me I was right. I was totally right. You're not fit to be in the ring... you're not fit to have another man's life in your hands. I don't want you in my company, Caleb. [The crowd buzzes with shock.] TM: I don't want you in my locker room. Those are my kids back there... the kids who're risking their futures on the potential that we might beat the odds and survive in this cutthroat business. These are kids with bright futures. I won't have you poison that. I won't have you back there ruining what I've built. You're a poison... a poison to the minds and bodies of everyone you touch. Always have been. [Temple is flashing a sick grin at Michaelson, almost agreeing with every word.] TM: No, I don't want you in my locker room, Caleb... I don't want you as part of my family. [Michaelson pauses.] TM: But after what you did to one of my students... to one of my kids last month... You know that he's going to be out for months?! [Temple nods, still smiling.] TM: You sick fuck. [Big pop!] TM: Dammit, Caleb... I don't want you in my locker room... but after what you did to one of my kids last month... I _damn_ sure want you in my ring! [DEAFENING POP!] TM: I want the chance to make you bleed like you made me bleed. I want the chance to break your body like you did to Johnson last month. I want the chance to rid this business of the poison that runs through your damn body. For years, I sat back and put over every sick and twisted thing you did. Not anymore. Now? I end it. [Another huge pop!] TM: You want to be a part of Pro Wrestling Revolution, you sick son of a bitch? You want to be in my company? Well, be careful what you wish for, you evil son of a bitch. Because... you've got- [Todd stops abruptly... the crowd instantly begins buzzing, wondering why he stopped.] TM: I can't do it, dammit. [Michaelson drops his eyes to the canvas.] TM: I just can't do it. As much as I want to rip your damn heart from your body... as much as I want to piss on your cold, black soul... [He shakes his head.] TM: I just can't do it. I can't do it to Truth Marie. I can't do it to Rhoni. [Michaelson lifts his head, staring at the shell of a legend before him.] TM: I...hell, I can't even do it to you. We used to be friends... I've got too much respect for your family to let you do this to them, Caleb... to yourself. You can't... I can't... [The PWR Owner seems to be at a loss for words... ...when Caleb Temple finally speaks.] CT: Todd, you got it all wrong, son. I'm not trying to do anything _to_ my family. I'm trying to do something _for_ them. [He pauses for a moment, looking first to the mat, and then to the fans. Fans who seem to show him as little sympathy as the monster deserves.] JD: The self-righteous prick, how dare he try to use us all like this? How dare he! [Temple continues.] CT: Todd... you and I both know why the E ended the way it did for me. [He pauses.] JD: We all do now, you piece of garbage! We all know the truth thanks to- [The King of the Death Match continues, interrupting Dane's cries.] CT: Remember, Todd? It started with the injections, the occasional tablet to help me... get along? [Todd inhales deeply.] CT: And then it got a little harder to control. Red wine and codeine became absinthe and morphine. I had a problem, Todd. Trouble. And Rhoni... Rhoni just did what she had to do. She did what was right for her and Truth. [Temple grits his teeth and hisses.] CT: But Canada. You know full well I was clean when I went up north, Todd. What happened there... was nothing to do with what happened here. I was clean, Todd. I was trying to make a new start, trying to be the man that Rhoni and Truth needed me to be. But they don't let you forget, Todd. They don't ever let you get all the way away from where you were. And when you can't run... when you can't hide... monkey comes looking, Todd. Monkey comes calling. And monkey get his claws in. [Michaelson looks at his former friend, shaking his head in disbelief... maybe pity?] TM: It doesn't have to be that way, Caleb. You can still do the right thing... you can still get them back... get your own life back. [A pause.] TM: But it can't be here... it can't be as a part of this business. [A loud mixed pop, many expressing disbelief that Temple's being held out of PWR. Temple drops his head... a look of submission on his face.] CT: You have it your way, Todd. It's your show. I can't make you give me another chance. But I _can_ promise you this. [He chuckles softly and then his face suddenly changes, to that all-too-familiar mask of feral rage.] CT: By the end of this night... you _will_ be begging me to fight you. [And he hisses his final words.] CT: Trust me. [And then Caleb Temple simply turns his back and walks... from the ring... from the building... out into the dusky Southern California sunset. Leaving behind a confused Todd Michaelson and Stevie Scott... not to mention the PWR fans.] JD: What the hell does he mean by that? What's going on?! Todd Michaelson held his ground... he will _not_ let Caleb Temple back into this business if he has a choice. These fans may disagree with that... we'd all love to see a healthy Caleb Temple back in the ring... but that's just not going to happen. Whew. Fans, what a night it's already been here in Santa Ana... and it's only going to get better! Let's go back to the ring where Jon Stegglet's ready to get us going! JS: The following contest is set for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. [Jon Stegglet lets the mic drop to his side as the sounds of "Born To Reign" by Will Smith starts over the PA.] JD: And here comes the Armani Exchange team member. [A shower of boos pours down as the black curtain swings open and Johnny Malibu makes his first appearance in the Santa Ana Elks Lodge. Malibu struts through the curtain, all of nineteen years old as he flexes for the scattered female fans in the crowd.] JD: Johnny Malibu is looking to get back on the winning track here tonight in Santa Ana after falling short last month against Jaiden Andrews in what was an exciting battle. Malibu scored the win over El Caliente in a trios match in his debut however and that's what he's hoping to get back to here tonight. [Malibu hops up onto the apron, stepping into the ring. He flips his long brown hair over his shoulder, striking another pose to a scattering of cheers from the women... and a couple men. Not that there's anything wrong with that.] JD: Malibu settles into the corner, looking towards the entryway for the man who is on a losing streak of his own. [The sounds of Will Smith cut short. Before Nas' (f Lauryn Hill) "If I Ruled the World" even hits, Jonathan H. Smith is making his way through the curtain and right to the ring. Not far behind him comes the black gear clad Matthew Yates. [Yates pauses, looking around at the crowd from underneath the black towel covering his head. Black is the name of the game here. Wrestling shorts... knee and kick pads... boots... hand tape... all black.] JD: This is a new look for the former Shadow XL and maybe one better fitting his old persona. [Yates hops onto the apron as Smith looks on, continuously barking instructions to his charge. A quick wipe of the feet and the young black man hops in, over the ropes, throwing his towel to the side as he does. His hair is worn loose in a thick 'afro', a change from the normal tight corn rows. Upon seeing this Smith hops onto the apron, berating Yates... for the hair?!] JD: What in the hell is going on here?! Is this Smith giving him trouble over his choice of hairdo? I know he is his lawyer and all but this is getting out of hand. [Yates turns, rolling his eyes out of sight, hopping and warming up as he readies himself. To his surprise, Smith rolls in, mic in hand.] JD: Great. [Smith clears his throat.] JHS: Let me explain to you people why what just happened, happened. Mr. Yates has been given clear instructions by myself on what his attire should be here in Pro Wrestling Revolution... authority which was given to me by the Los Angeles District Attorney and courts. [GROAN!] JHS: We are trying our very best to bring Mr. Yates out of the very lifestyle that got him in trouble. Every aspect of it is being erased to make him a new man. Whether language or actions or... ahem... choice of attire and wardrobe, _I_, Jonathan H. Smith, am in charge of. [He looks pretty damn proud of it too. The crowd gets on him big time... and that is when Yates moves into action, yelling right back despite his manager/lawyer trying to restrain him.] JD: Is... is Matthew actually defending this moron? [Uh oh...] *YOU'RE A SELL OUT! clap clap clapclapclap!* *YOU'RE A SELL OUT! clap clap clapclapclap!* *YOU'RE A SELL OUT! clap clap clapclapclap!* *YOU'RE A SELL OUT! clap clap clapclapclap!* [Yates just fumes, shaking his head as he grits he teeth.] JHS: THIS is exactly why I and the courts are doing what we are doing. You people here call this man a sell out. A man who is up against criminal charges because of his lifestyle. A man who is reforming so he can keep his young son. A man who is becoming a better person because of me... _us_. [They keep booing him, they do.] JHS: A sell out?! He's not a sell out... he's finally a human being. A human being about to dish out a monster size beating on Johnny Malibu. [He smirks.] JHS: Trust me, after this match the only thing that will be a sell out is every PWR show involving THIS man. [Smith throws down the microphone rather rudely, ignoring taunts as he slips back outside.] JS: Introducing first... he hails from Los Angeles, California... standing 6'2 and weighing in at 198 pounds... representing the Armani Exchange... JOHNNY MAAAAAAALLLLLLIBUUUUUU!! [Decent sized heel pop for the arrogant youngster!] JS: And his opponent... also from Los Angeles, California... standing 5'8 and weighing in at 235 pounds... accompanied to the ring by his legal representation Jonathan Smith... MATTHEW YAAAAAAAAAAATES!!! [A steely-eyed gaze covers the face of Matthew Yates as he glares across the ring at his opponent, not moving one inch.] JD: Yates is all business here tonight in Santa Ana... and you know he's focused solely on scoring the win, putting himself into position to challenge for the Pacific Championship at some point. Not to mention what seems to be a definite match with his former trainer, Juvenil Infierno, in the coming months. [Referee Patrick Rodriguez waves Smith from the ring... and calls for the bell, bringing the match to a start.] JD: And here we go! Uhh...well... sorta. [The crowd buzzes as Yates stays in the corner, glowering across the ring at the arrogant Malibu.] JD: Johnny Malibu slides out of the corner... moving towards his opponent... but Matthew Yates hasn't budged an inch. This is interesting. Malibu's edging closer and closer... well aware how dangerous his opponent is. We all remember Calisto Dufresne getting knocked silly by a stiff kick from Yates at our debut show. [Yates continues to stare coldly as Malibu stands a mere yard or so away... trying to find a good attack plan.] JD: This can't be what Johnny Malibu expect- [Malibu slips an arm out, ready to tie up... ...and gets it slapped away by Matthew Yates!] JD: Uh oh! I don't think Yates is in a good mood tonight, kids. [A stunned Johnny Malibu glares at Yates, fire in his eyes... and then lunges towards him.] JD: Yates quickly shoved into the corner... well, he was already there actually but- "WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: Big overhand chop to the chest by Malibu! [Yates cracks a grin at the chop... showing no pain at all as he hooks Malibu, spinning him into the corner.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: Goodness! A brutal chop across the pectorals by Matthew Yates! The referee's right there, trying to get the two men out of the ring. Yates grabs the arm... whip! [Malibu slams spinefirst into the opposite corner as Yates sprints in behind him... ...right into a boot to the face!] JD: Malibu caught him coming in... Yates is stunned... [Malibu quickly hops up to the middle rope, leaping off into a front facelock...] JD: SWINGING DD- no! Yates spins it all the way around, sets Malibu back up top and- "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: GOODNESS! A brutal leaping uppercut! Malibu's hanging onto the ropes, trying to stay up top. [Yates backs off for a moment at the referee's order before moving back in...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [...and takes a slap of his own across the face as Malibu fires back.] JD: Johnny Malibu returns the favor... he leaps again... [And scores with a flying rana takedown to the canvas!] JD: Big rana takedown! Yates went sailing across the ring, but he's quickly back to his feet... here comes Malibu! [A charging Malibu scores with a clothesline that takes Yates up and over the top rope, crashing down to the concrete floor! Big pop!] JD: The fans don't like either of these guys so they're gonna cheer for people getting beaten up in this one. Yates is out on the floor, his lawyer right there to check on him. [With Smith trying to help his charge to his feet, Malibu hits the far ropes.] JD: BASEBALL SLI- [But Smith and Yates part like the seas, both avoiding the kick as Malibu slides harmlessly out to the floor... ...and catches a vicious leaping kneestrike to the head!] JD: Yates caught him hard there... rolling him back in. [As Malibu pushes himself to his feet, staggering across the ring from the impact of the knee, Yates pulls himself up on the apron, stepping back into the squared circle as well.] JD: Matthew Yates, the man formerly known as Shadow XL is on the attack, cornering the dazed Johnny Malibu. What's he doing here? [Yates steps up to the middle rope, grabbing a handful of Malibu's long brown hair with his right hand before driving his knee into the face... ...and again... ...and again.] JD: Three brutal knees to the face of Malibu! And that'll quiet down that section of female fans cheering him on a little earlier, I'd bet. Yates drops down, Malibu staggering out of the corner... [Yates quickly hooks Malibu, hoisting him up...] JD: Belly to ba- Malibu flips over! [The Armani Exchange member lands on his feet behind Yates, quickly dropping down for a schoolboy.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! [Mixed pop!] JD: He couldn't keep him down! A great counter by Malibu almost got him a win but he couldn't keep Yates down on the mat. [Yates tries to quickly get to his feet, but a hard knee to the face sends him falling back into the buckles again.] JD: Malibu caught him coming up... winds up... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" JD: Hard chop to the chest by Johnny Malibu! He's showing this kid who is known for his brutal strikes in the ring just how hard someone else can hit. Malibu winds up again... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" JD: Another hard shot! Yates is stunned by the brutal chops in the corner... and Malibu goes for the irish whip. [But Yates somehow manages a reversal, firing Malibu spinefirst to the far corner... ...and charges in behind him, leaving his feet.] JD: OHHHHHHHHHMY! A leaping kneestrike to the jaw! [Malibu staggers from the corner, right into the waiting arms of Matthew Yates.] JD: He hooks him! EXPLOD- [But a desperate Johnny Malibu violently drives his elbow into the side of Yates' face... once...twice... three times.] JD: Malibu slips out of the Exploder... spins him aroun- dragon! [The crowd gasps as Malibu sinks in a full nelson... ...but the buzz dies as Yates drops down to his knees, avoiding the dragon suplex attempt.] JD: Yates felt it coming... that may be signs of Jeremy Rhodes' training. Rhodes might be teaching this kid a little more ring awareness. He felt the full nelson... he knows how dangerous that dragon suplex by Malibu is. That's what he used to pin El Caliente in the trios match at the debut show. If he hits it here, you know it's over. [But with Yates down on his knees, Malibu quickly breaks the full nelson...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: OHHHHH! Hard kick to the spine! Malibu's taking a page out of the book of Matthew Yates and- [Yates is violently pulled to his feet by Malibu who quickly reapplies the full nelson.] JD: He's going for it again! He's going for the drag- [Again Yates counters, this time dropping down to his ass, rolling to his back as the hold is broken.] JD: Another good counter... smart moves to escape the dragon suplex attempt. But Malibu's trying to get him back to his fee- "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: Headkick! He caught him sleeping as Malibu thought he was in control... Yates up to his knees. [And snapmares Malibu down to the canvas, quickly springing to his feet, grabbing a handful of brown hair...] JD: Oh no. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: SWEEEEEEEEEET JESUS! A brutal series of kicks to the spine by Matthew Yates! And this kid is fired up tonight in Santa Ana, fans! [Tugging the wounded Malibu to his feet, Yates hurls him to the ropes and sets for a backdrop... ...but gets a boot to the jaw for his efforts.] JD: Yates set too early! He knew what he wanted to do... but so did Johnny Malibu. Here comes Mali- "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: BACKDROP TO THE FLOOR! BACKDROP TO THE FLOOR! [The camera cuts to a closeup of Johnny Malibu, lying in a heap on the carpeted floor of the Santa Ana Elks Lodge.] JD: There may be carpet out there... but that's very little padding to protect from the cold concrete that lies beneath it. Malibu is hurt and he's hurt badly. Patrick Rodriguez is immediately on the scene, trying to see how badly Malibu's banged up. [Matthew Yates leans against the ropes opposite Malibu.] JD: It looks like Yates is satisfied to stand and wait... his lawyer applauding his restraint. [Rodriguez slides back into the ring, starting a ten count on the injured Johnny Malibu.] JD: This one might be over right now. [Keeping an eye on Yates, Rodriguez keeps the count going.] JD: He's up to four... now five... [Slowly, Johnny Malibu snakes an arm up on the ring apron, pulling himself to his knees.] JD: I don't believe it! After that horrible fall, Johnny Malibu's getting up! [Yates shakes his head... showing a mixture of disbelief and... amusement?] JD: Yates is actually smiling? I don't get it. [And as Malibu reaches his feet... ...Yates sprints across the ring.] JD: TOPE CON HIL- [MASSIVE HEEL POP!] JD: Jonathan Smith's on the apron! Yates' lawyer is on the apron, demanding Yates cease and desist! We saw this last month... he just wouldn't allow the tope con hilo dive. And now he's doing the same. Yates wanted to dive to the floor... but it's not going to happen. [Smith immediately launches into an argument with Patrick Rodriguez, the official ordering him down from the apron.] JD: You tell him, Patrick! Get that guy down from there! [After a few more words, the lawyer drops down off the apron, turning his back to the ring to berate a few fans shouting in his direction... ...and losing focus on his client, who seizes the opportunity to sprint the distance of the ring, hurling his body between the top and middle rope, flipping as he does so... ...and _slamming_ into the dazed Johnny Malibu before somehow landing on his feet on the floor! Massive pop!] JD: Smith can't believe it! He's totally irate! [The public defender starts screaming at Yates, berating him for his actions. A sheepish looking Yates shrugs his shoulders before rolling Malibu under the ropes and back into the ring.] JD: Matthew Yates is still being screamed at by his lawyer... is he? I think he's apologizing! Oh come on, kid! Show some spine out there! [The fans shower boos down on Yates, furious at his refusal to stand up to Jonathan Smith.] JD: This kid had so much spirit when he first arrived at the Dojo... and now? Now he's just a... well, I don't even know how to describe it. He just seems spineless! [Yates rolls back into the ring, continuing to hear it from his advisor.] JD: He needs to get his mind back in the match right now though. Forget the lawyer... forget what's going on outside the ring. You need to focus on. [He blindly reaches down to pull Malibu up by the hair... ...and gets a thumb to the eye for his efforts! Another big heel pop!] JD: The fans don't like _that_ any better! Yates shows no spine... Malibu shows no sportsmanship. Who the hell could cheer either of these men on?! [Malibu quickly gets to his feet, hitting the nearest set of ropes... ...and connecting with a bulldog lariat that _spikes_ the back of Yates' skull into the canvas!] JD: Iron Cutter! He calls that the Iron Cutter... and he's going for a cover! [The injured Malibu hurls an arm across the chest of Yates.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! [Mixed pop!] JD: Yates gets the shoulder up! [Malibu pushes himself back to his feet, pulling Yates up as well.] JD: Drag- no! Yates lunges to the ropes, tangling himself up... "WHAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Three hard shots to the back of the neck! Malibu's trying to get Yates off the ropes! He's trying to pull him free and back into that dragon suplex. [Switching his grip, Malibu manages to double chickenwing the arms... ...and snap Yates over onto the back of his neck with a tiger suplex!] JD: TIGER! WITH A BRIDGE! ONE!!! TWO!!! TH- [Big mixed pop!] JD: Yates kicks out of the tiger as well! This kid's got a lot of fighting spirit! [A frustrated Malibu slaps the mat in anger as he climbs back to his feet... and makes his way towards the corner.] JD: He's going up top?! [A dazed Malibu reaches the top rope, pausing for a moment... then takes flight, spinning in a front somersault as he plummets downwards... ...and _slams_ down across the chest of the stunned Matthew Yates!] JD: 450! 450! 450! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [MASSIVE HEEL POP!] JD: WHAT THE-?! SMITH PULLED THE REF OUT!! [Referee Patrick Rodriguez angrily shouts at Jonathan Smith, furious at the lawyer's blatant interference.] JD: He's threatening to disqualify Yates and I think he should do it! I think he should stop this match right now. Johnny Malibu should be declared the winner of the match by DQ. [Malibu clutches his own ribs as he pushes himself up to his knees, glaring outside the ring at Jonathan Smith.] JD: Patrick's back in... and Smith's up on the apron! Get him down from there! He doesn't have any right to be- [POP!] JD: MALIBU'S GOT HIM! HE'S GOT JONATHAN SMITH! HE'S GONNA- [Matthew Yates, grabbing his own ribs in pain, pushes himself to his feet...] JD: FULL NELSON! HE'S GOT MALIBU!!! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: DRAGON! DRAGON! HE DUMPED HIM RIGHT ON HIS SKULL! [Yates pops up to his feet, screaming to the downed Malibu.] "THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT, MOTHERFUCKER!" [And drops down across his chest.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [MASSIVE POP!] JD: GOODNESS! How in the world did Johnny Malibu just kick out of that?! How on earth is that possible?! [Furious, Yates pulls Malibu up by the hair... and violently shoves him down to the mat, his head resting on the middle turnbuckle.] JD: What's going on here? [Pressing his boot firmly on the face of Malibu, Yates shoves hit down, raking the leather across the flesh of Johnny Malibu.] JD: Ahhhhhhhh! That's sick! [The crowd groans in sympathy as Yates repeats the bootscrape.] JD: Somebody stop this! [And again.] JD: He's tearing his face right off! Tearing his damn flesh off! [Again.] JD: Right across the eyebrow that time! [And suddenly, Yates races to the ropes, rebounding back...] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: WHAT A BOOTSCRAPE!! He nearly put Malibu _through_ the ropes with that one! Malibu's just hanging on for dear life, trying to avoid falling facefirst on the floor. [And a grinning Matthew Yates lies draped over the top rope, smirking at the roaring crowd cheering the violence before them.] JD: Erm... I think these fans enjoyed that. [Yates steps back from the corner, dragging the dazed Malibu out of the buckles.] JD: No! He's going for the Gangbuster! Come on, dammit! [The former Shadow XL hoists the nineteen year old into the air for the vertical suplex turned piledriver known as the Gangbuster... ...when suddenly Johnny Malibu floats over the top...] JD: FULL NELSON! HE'S GOT YATES HOOKED!!! [In desperation, Yates drops to a knee.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: Three brutal shots to the back of the neck! [And Malibu shoves Yates to the ropes, causing him to rebound back...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: XLERATOR! XLERATOR!! THE SHOTAY FLIPS MALIBU INSIDE OUT!! [The impact of the palm strike flips Malibu over, dropping him down on the mat... ...and Yates falls down on top of him.] JD: COVER! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! [DING DING DING] JS: Your winner of the match... MATTHEW YAAAAAAAAATES!!! [A big mixed pop goes up for the Los Angeles native who slides from the ring, ignoring all fan response as he makes his way quickly back up the aisle.] JD: Yates isn't sticking around to celebrate his victory... and Johnny Malibu, despite another strong effort, continues to find himself on the losing streak. He may need to change his ways in a hurry before he gets lost in the shuffle. [Malibu rolls from the ring as well, clutching his head in pain as he makes his way towards the back as well to applause from the PWR faithful.] JD: Matthew Yates with a big win... and that may go a long way towards securing himself a match with Juvenil Infierno like he has been petitioning for. And fans, coming up next is a match with very high stakes as Tyson Bryson and Bryan Coats will collide for the chance to take the final PWR slot in tonight's Pacific Championship match. The stakes could not be higher for either of these competitors here tonight. [We cut back to the ring where Jon Stegglet is already standing.] JS: Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and is to determine the final entry in tonight's battle to crown the first Pro Wrestling Revolution Pacific Champion... ["Ocean Size" by Jane's Addiction kicks in a decent sized mixed pop from the Santa Ana Elks Lodge crowd.] JD: Not a good response for the Bulldozer. [Bryan Coats steps through the curtain to a slightly louder response. Oddly, he's dressed only in his wrestling tights as he walks down to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope.] JD: Not the usual entrance from the Bulldozer... he's all business here tonight. #YO I'M A JEDI KNIGHT ON THE DARKSIDE# [And with that, "Baseline" by Quarashi hits the PA, and Tyson Bryson bursts through the curtain and makes his way towards the ring. Bryson plays with the crowd as he approaches the ring, with a mix of trash talk and posing. Following behind him, though walking much slower, is his currently-injured tag team partner Matt James, who sports a neckbrace along with a black sports coat over a white shirt and black tie. Bryson wears black thigh-length wrestling tights with white and pink trim along with black boots, knee pads, and elbow pads. His wrists and fingers are taped.] #I GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE KICK# #THAT BE COMING FROM THE UNDERGROUND SPOT# #BEATING THE POP UP THE FUCK UP THAT LAYS ALL AROUND# #NOW GIVE ME SOUND FROM THE OTHER SIDE# #EVERY NIGHT# #IT'S GONNA GO ON AND FLOW ON AND ON AND ON AND ON# [Bryson slides into the ring, poses, and then readies himself for the match, testing out the ropes and bouncing back and forth. His music cuts, and he calls for a mic.] TB: So...Who's the King? [He nods.] TB: Tyson Bryson's your God damn King! [Mixed reaction.] TB: See, tonight's a big night for me. I'm gonna teach Bryan Coats a thing or two about wrestling, I'm gonna beat seven other guys in the main event, and I'm gonna take a nice gold title belt home with me, too. So Coats, get your ass over here and do your flipping and your flopping and your desperate contrived act to get yourself over. And I'll sit here and wait until you're done, and then when it's time to push you over and move on to the finals, I'll be ready to go, jack. Sorry Bryan, but it's as simple as that. [Catchphrase time.] TB: Simple as fu- [But before he can finish, Bryan Coats races across the ring, scoring with a dropkick that knocks him chestfirst into the turnbuckles.] JD: There's the bell! This match starts off hot! [Coats quickly gets back to his feet, turning Bryson around...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Big overhand chop by Coats! Right across the chest of Tyson Bryson... his partner Matt James giving him advice from the floor, trying to cheer on- [Bryson violently spins on his heels, hurling Coats into the corner... and unleashing.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [A hard chop rattles the chops of Coats.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [Two more send him reeling from the buckles... but Bryson again hurls him right back in.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [Two hard forearms blister the flesh of Coats, boucing off his jaw with violent force.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [A barrage of brutal thrown elbow strikes causes Coats to slump back in the buckles, barely able to stand as Bryson sprints across the ring... ...then sprints right back... leaping into the air... ...and _driving_ a final elbow strike into the side of Coats' face to a huge pop!] JD: Coats falls from the ring... trying to regroup, I think. [But Matt James hurls him back into the ring to a huge pop!] JD: The fans seem to be solidly behind Tyson Bryson here tonight... Coats is stunned, but Bryson's pulling him up by the hair. [Coats slaps the hand away, driving a boot into the gut of Bryson... then attempts another.] JD: Bryson caught the kick! DRAGON SCREW!!! [The legwhip snaps Coats over to the canvas and Bryson quickly regains his feet, stepping through the legs... ...and turning Coats over into a scorpion deathlock!] JD: SCORPION DEATHLOCK APPLIED! COATS IS TRAP- [A huge pop erupts... followed by a buzz of surprise as Coats quickly taps out.] JD: He tapped!? Coats tapped out?! [A stunned Tyson Bryson lets up on the hold... which allows Coats to pushup, throwing Bryson off... ...and sliding to the floor where he gets back to his feet.] JD: What the hell? [Coats flips off Tyson Bryson... and then walks out the front door of the Santa Ana Elks Lodge, middle fingers held high in the air.] JD: I'm not sure what the hell that was... but what I _am_ sure about is that Tyson Bryson is moving on to tonight's main event. He's got a date to battle for the Pacific Championship. Bryan Coats has walked out of the Elks Lodge... and if the rumors are true, we may never see him again. But we'll be seeing Tyson Bryson later tonight in this ring. [A confused Bryson raises a hand in victory before sliding to the floor and making his exit as well.] JD: Well, fans... earlier this week, it was announced that our next match will be held without countouts and without disqualifications... which should create quite the wild atmosphere for it. The Open Challenge... is now. [We cut to the ring where Jon Stegglet is standing.] JS: The following contest is set for one fall with no time limit. There will be NO COUNTOUTS... NO DISQUALIFICATIONS. [The opening chords to "Godzilla" by Fu ManchuÊblast over the PA system as the curtains are batted open, and Tony Cameron walks out. Dressed in blood red wrestling tights, with black boots, kneepads and elbow pads, and a sleeveless leather trenchcoat hanging over it all, Cameron stands at the head of the aisle for a moment, letting any reaction he may garner wash over him. ] JD: Tony Cameron, irate over his loss to Tyson Bryson last month at When Darkness Falls, demanded that the Pro Wrestling Revolution offices issue an Open Challenge on his behalf for tonight's show. But you can bet he never thought it would be Blackwater Bart, one of the toughest men in the history of our business, to accept it. [He rolls his shoulders and cracks his knuckles, then begins to slowly walk down the aisle, coat billowing behind him. The fans stick their hands out, attempting to touch him or pat him on the back, but Cameron remains focused, walking through them all and then hopping onto the ring apron, before ducking in the ring. Cameron shrugs off the trench coat and then throws it over the ropes, ostensibly at a ring attendant. As he loosens up his arms and neck, Tony backs into the corner, paying no attention to the ref.] JD: And now all eyes lock on the entryway... waiting for the appearance of the big ol' cowboy. [The first heavy beats of "Devil's Dance" by Metallica starts pumping out of the PA system as all eyes turn towards the entrance.] JD: A big mixed reaction for the cowboy... but no sign of him yet. Tony Cameron's hopping back and forth, keeping loose... keeping his eyes on the entryway. [The music continues... but still no appearance. The crowd starts to buzz with confusion... and then starts looking around confused as a loud noise is heard from outside the building.] JD: Fans, we apologize but it sounds like we've got some overzealous fans outside the building honking their car hor- oh. [Tony Cameron shakes his head in disbelief and exits the ring... making his way towards the front door of the Santa Ana Elks Lodge.] JD: It can't be, can it? [A cameraman hustles to get into position to follow Cameron out the door... and a ton of fans begin to push their way towards the front door as well so they can follow the action.] JD: Fans, it looks like we're going outside! Bear with us for any technical problems. [Tony Cameron walks out the front door, a cameraman just a few feet behind him. We suddenly are greeted with the darkness of the Santa Ana Elks Lodge parking lot, a scattering of lights partially illuminating it. A sea of fans pour outside behind Cameron, desperate to see what's going on... ...and as the camera zooms in across the parking lot, we see Blackwater Bart climb out of a pickup truck, slamming the door behind him. His big heavy metal chains rest across his shoulders as he steps up into the bed of the truck.] JD: Oh my god! Blackwater Bart has just taken this fight to the streets of Santa Ana before the damn thing even begins! [Thrusting up the Piedra Lariat arm into the air with a heavy "ooooooooooooo!" cattle call sound, the disgusting looking cowboy slaps his meaty arm and incites further roaring from the PWR faithful. As usual, he is dressed in a pair of dirty jeans, cowboy boots and a faded and stained LWC "COWBOY" t-shirt. Crammed down on his head is his dirty cowboy hat.] JD: Blackwater Bart's waving for Tony Cameron to come join him out and- "CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!" [A horrific sound fills the air as Bart whips his chain down, slamming it into the truckbed.] JD: Goodness! Bart's ready for a fight... [Suddenly, Cameron leaps into action, stalking across the asphalt parking lot towards his opponent.] JD: And Tony Cameron's ready to give it to him! Here we go! [The now-Los Angeles native rapidly approaches the truckbed, attempting to leap up into it... ...but a hard cowboy boot to the chest stops him short, causing him to slump down on the tailgate.] JD: Uh oh! This is gonna get ugly! [Bart lifts his metal chain high in the air again... ...and lashes it down across the exposed back of Tony Cameron!] JD: Good god! Those metal links, tearing into the flesh of Tony Cameron! Cameron's flat on his face in the back of that truck, Blackwater Bart standing tall over him! [The fans quickly race to the truck as well, surrounding it.] JD: Be careful out there. Our fans are out in the parking lot... I'm practically the only person left here in the building! This is insane! [Bart reaches down, pulling Cameron up by the hair.] JD: Oof! Bart wraps his hand around the throat of Cameron, pushing him back into the back window of the truck! He's choking Tony Cameron! Cameron's trying to claw his way out... but Bart's got both hands wrapped around his throat! [The roaring crowd goes crazy as Bart howls, pushing Cameron harder down against the roof of the truck's cab.] JD: This match... well, fight... may be over before it really gets started! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: Low blow! Cameron kicked him low... ordinarily, this match would be over right there but there's no DQs here tonight in this one. [Bart staggers away from his opponent, clutching the Bart family jewels.] JD: Cameron moving in from behind, trying to suck some wind into his body after that choke...he hooks Bart! [And hoists the massive cowboy into the air... ...then drops him _hard_ down on the metal truck bed with a stunning belly to back suplex! Big pop!] JD: Goodness! Look at the power of Tony Cameron! He got a three hundred plus pound man in the air with ease and dropped him right down on the back of his head and neck. Cameron standing over Bart, looking down on him. [Leaping high into the air, Cameron slams his elbow down into the chest of a stunned Blackwater Bart.] JD: High impact elbowdrop! That took something out of Cameron as well though. They're battling on a metal surface so every fall is gonna hurt quite a damn bit. [Reaching down, Cameron pulls Bart up by the hair... and rears back his own right arm.] JD: LARIAT?! He's going for a Piedra Lariato of his own! If he hits this, it may be over! [With a powerful swing, Cameron looks to detatch Bart's head from his shoulders... ...but comes up empty!] JD: Bart ducks the lariat attempt! And drives his head right into the bridge of Cameron's nose! A second hard headbutt staggers the big man as well. [Bart kneels down, grabbing his metal chain... and begins looping it around his arm.] JD: Oh my god. [Getting back to his feet, Bart grabs a handful of hair with one hand... then rears back with the other...] JD: PIEDRA LAAAAAARIAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! [But just as moments before, the lariat is ducked.] JD: Cameron ducked the lariat, falling into the truck cab... [He quickly recovers though, spying an off-balance Blackwater Bart at the edge of the tailgate... ...and sprints towards him, _connecting_ with a crushing spear tackle that sends both men flying from the truckbed... ...sailing through the air... ...and _crashing_ down to the concrete parking lot with a crushing thud! Deafening pop!] "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" JD: You said it, fans! A spear tackle _off_ the truckbed, sailing through the air and down to the damn parking lot! What a shot that was! An incredible move by Tony Cameron that just lays out both competitors on the hard concrete. [The raging PWR fans quickly encircle the two combatants, cheering on their favorite as the two men roll clear from one another. Blackwater Bart's arm is still wrapped in the steel chain that came oh-so-close to finishing off his opponent. Cameron rolls onto his back, reaching up to clutch his neck in pain.] JD: Uh oh. It looks like Cameron may have jammed his neck with either that spear or that fall to the concrete... but either way, remember what Bart said? He knows about the neck... he knows that Cameron has a history of neck trouble and he may be about to take advantage of it. [With the fans cheering both men on, both roll onto their stomachs, attempting to push themselves up to their feet.] JD: Tony Cameron's the first one up, falling back against the truck though. He's holding onto his neck and has a visible expression of pain on his face. Blackwater Bart's on all fours, trying to- [A groan of sympathy goes up from the crowd as Cameron lunges forward and drives a boot into the ribcage of Bart, knocking him back down onto his back.] JD: Goodness. A brutal kick to the ribs by Cameron... soccer style kick and Bart's grabbing at his ribs. He's taken two hard shots to the ribs already in this one and he could easily have broken or cracked ribs. [Grimacing, Cameron pulls the cowboy up by the hair and begins dragging him towards the entrance to the building.] JD: Bart's barely able to stand at this point, it looks like... and Cameron's trying to get back to the ring. He knows he needs to end it there and he may be looking to do exactly that. [The fans trailing behind them, the two men reach the grassy area right before the entrance.] JD: Almost back to the entryway and- [Bart slaps Cameron's hand out of his hair... and drives a blistering right hand into the side of his face.] JD: Hard right hand by Bart! The cowboy's looking to fight back! [Cameron leans in to reassert himself... ...and finds his nose trapped between Bart's teeth for his efforts.] JD: AHHH! HE'S BITING TONY CAMERON'S NOSE! [A screaming Cameron pushes away, stumbling backwards towards the metal trailer that the ring was brought in.] JD: Cameron didn't see that coming... that was sickening! Bart moving back in on him now... another big right hand staggers Cameron. [With a dazed Tony Cameron on the ropes [so to speak], Bart charges towards him...] JD: CHARGE! [But Cameron hoists the rampaging cowboy into the air, twirling around...] "CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: POWERSLAM! POWERSLAM IN THE BACK OF THAT METAL TRAILER!! [Bart cringes from the impact, shaking the chain free from his arm as he reaches back to rub the small of his back.] JD: Cameron collapses to the grass... he's sucking wind out here. Both these guys are far too big for any kind of lengthy war. Bart's flat on his back, you know he hasn't been spending any time in the gym getting ready for this. All he wants is a fight. [Tony Cameron crawls across the grass, scooping up the steel chain in his arms... ...and wraps it around his fist. The crowd surrounding the two warriors buzzes, screaming words of encouragement to both men.] JD: Cameron's back up to his feet... and you can see that chain sparking on his fist. He wants to slam it right down Blackwater Bart's damn throat. What a feather in the cap it'd be for Tony Cameron to knock off Blackwater Bart here tonight! [The Sweetwater native pushes himself to his feet, stumbling out of the metal trailer.] JD: Cameron rears back! [And takes a measured swing... _driving_ the metal chain links into the forehead of the cowboy, causing him to topple back into the metal trailer! Big pop!] JD: Goodness! What a shot by Cameron! [Tony Cameron climbs into the trailer as well, diving across the chest of Bart.] JD: He's going for the cover... but referee Steve Stevens is still in here. He's not going out there. This match is _not_ Falls Count Anywhere! [Cameron angrily slams his metal-wrapped fist into the trailer bed before climbing back to his feet.] JD: He's pulling Bart up again, dragging him towards the entryway again... coming up the steps! Here we go! This battle is about to spill into the Santa Ana Elks Lodge for the first time! [Before stepping into the building, Cameron slams Bart's face into the wall outside... then drags him through the doorway. The fans pour in behind them as we cut to a shot inside the building, showing the two men staggering into view.] JD: It's an empty arena match! [Cameron, handful of Bart's hair, _hurls_ him into the empty metal chairs, sending steel chairs scattering in every direction! A huge pop from the fans still trying to bottleneck their way back into the building.] JD: Bart's down... Cameron's taking that chain off his hand now. [Mocking his fallen opponent, Cameron lets loose a wild cry and then swings the metal chain high over his head, sending the re-entering fans scattering everywhere to avoid it.] JD: Oh, give me a break. It's not enough that you're beating the man down, but you've got to rub it in too? [Smirking, Cameron throws the chain in the direction of the ring... ...and picks up one of the metal folding chairs.] JD: Come on, Tony! Not like this! [Folding the seat up, Cameron stalks towards the recovering Blackwater Bart, now using the ringpost to pull himself up to his feet.] JD: Cameron winds up... SWINGS! "CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!" [BIG MIXED POP from the PWR faithful, most of which have gotten back to their seats now... ...except for those wondering which of the scattered steel chairs were theirs.] JD: He missed! Bart dove out of the way and Cameron hit the post! [An injured Tony Cameron turns to face Bart, still holding the steel chair in his stinging hands...] "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: BART KICKS THE CHAIR! THAT STEEL CHAIR SLAMMED INTO CAMERON'S FACE!! [The former Pennsylvania native falls backwards from the impact of the kick...but does not topple to the carpeted floor as Blackwater Bart picks up the fallen chair.] JD: What the-?! NO! [Charging towards Cameron's dazed form, Bart _drives_ the steel chair into Cameron's face, sending him toppling over the first row of theater seats and into the second row! Huge pop!] "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" [Bart tosses the chair aside, unraveling the white athletic tape from around his wrist... ...and pressing it down across the throat of the downed Tony Cameron!] JD: Another blatant choke by Bart! He's using that wrist tape to strangle the life out of Tony Cameron... but quickly back up to his feet. [A nearby fan screams in his face, "YOU'RE NOT COOL!"... ...but a glare from Bart backs him off as he reaches down to pull Cameron up by the hair.] JD: These two men are brawling in the crowd... up in those... I'd call them theater seats for lack of a better term. They're permanent seats, very cushy seats and- "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" JD: Bart sends him headfirst into the wood paneling on the walls! Good lord! [Cameron topples back down the steps, staggering away from the rampaging Blackwater Bart.] JD: Blackwater Bart with a second wind now, heading after Cameron. [The former Allentown boy pauses, hands on the apron to recover as Bart approaches from behind.] JD: Here comes Bar- "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: Back kick! Right down South! [Bart crumples down to his knees from the second low blow of the match.] JD: Cameron backs off... he's got a chair again! "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" JD: CHAIRSHOT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!! [The impact flattens Bart again, leaving him facefirst on the carpet. An exhausted Cameron leans on the apron, sucking wind into his lungs.] JD: Both these men are out-of-shape... and tired as hell. Bart hasn't been in a fight like this for several years... and Tony Cameron's been feasting on weak competition for ages. [Cameron wearily reaches down to pull Bart off the floor, rolling him back into the ring.] JD: And we're in the ring for the first time in this match! [Grabbing the top rope, the big man slingshots over the ropes... ...and crashes down across the chest of the stunned Blackwater Bart! Big pop for the athletic move!] JD: Slingshot splash! The first legal cover! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! TH- [Big mixed pop!] JD: Not enough to keep the big brawler down. This man has had some incredible wars in his career and I think Tony Cameron's gonna need more than that to keep him down for three. [An angry Cameron pushes up to his knees, holding up three fingers at the official.] JD: I don't think anyone in this building thinks it's a three count... but Tony Cameron's so tired, he has to believe it was for his own sake. [Cameron eases up to his feet, looking down at the crawling Bart who looks to be moving towards the corner.] JD: Bart over to the buckles, trying to pull himself up... and Cameron's gonna help him up, ripping him up to his feet before shoving him back to the corner. Cameron takes a step back... setting up for some- [He violently lunges forward, plastering Bart with a stiff-as-all-fuck forearm shot that nearly sends the cowboy teetering over the ropes to the concrete floor.] JD: Goodness! Cameron really caught him with that one! [Grabbing the wrist of the cowboy, Cameron fires Bart to the opposite corner.] JD: Bart slams into the buckles... he's still dazed from that forearm I think. But here comes Cameron! [The big man lumbers across... kinda like a sprint... but slower.] JD: Charging clothesli- [POP!] JD: Bart sidesteps... reaches back... [Another big pop goes up as Bart snaps Cameron down to the canvas with a hangman's neckbreaker! Cameron's hands immediately shoot up to his neck.] JD: Big counter by the Sweetwater native there... and once again, both men are down. [As Cameron rolls over onto his stomach to avoid a pin attempt, the camera spies a small laceration on his back.] JD: Oooh. That must have been from that chain whipping earlier in this... I hesitate to call it a match. There hasn't been a whole lot of wrestling going on. [An exhausted Bart pushes himself to his feet, staggering back to the corner where he gestures for Cameron to get back to his feet.] JD: Cameron pushing himself up, one hand on his neck now as he gets to his knees.... now back to a vertical base... oof! Hard boot to the gut by Bart! [Who promptly pulls Tony Cameron into a standing headscissors.] JD: Oh my god! Bart has one of the hardest hitting powerbombs in the game! He put Kraken _through_ a roofed cage with it! If he hits this, it might be- he lifts! [But he only gets about halfway up before he drops Cameron back down to a kneeling position on the canvas... and promptly drives a hard knee into his face, knocking him back down to the mat.] JD: That wasn't what he intended by far. Bart staggers away, clutching his ribcage. The damage done to his ribs earlier in the fight wouldn't allow him to get hoisted into the air. He did get Cameron knocked back down... but if Tony Cameron can see Bart grabbing his ribs like that, he's gotta know where to go. [Bart leans in the buckles, wincing in pain with every breath as he watches Tony Cameron's attempts to get back to his feet.] JD: Bart needs to end this, I think. He's in pretty big trouble with those injured ribs. But he needs to hit something big... he needs to go for the Piedra. [Cameron sits up, wriggling himself back to his feet.] JD: Cameron's up... and Bart's still hanging on to the ropes, he hasn't moved back into an offensive position though. Cameron's moving towards him... [Bart suddenly lunges from the corner, connecting with a forearm shot that knocks Cameron a few feet back.] JD: Bart's trying to stay on the attack... knowing how much damage he's taken so far in this one. He grabs the wrist of Cameron... whip! [But the shocking agility of Tony Cameron comes into play as he runs up the ropes to the top... ...and springs backwards with an elbowstrike.] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: BART KICKED HIM OUT OF THE AIR!! KICK TO THE BACK OF THE NECK!!! [And Tony Cameron crumbled to the mat like he'd been shot fifty-seven times with a slingshot using marbles for ammo. Sounds painful, no?] JD: Bart crawling... trying to make a cover! [The Sweetwater native throws an arm over Cameron.] JD: ONE!!!! TWO!!! THRE- [HUGE MIXED POP!] JD: HE COULDN'T KEEP HIM DOWN! He nearly gave Tony Cameron whiplash from that kick but it wasn't enough! My god! [Frustrated, Bart slams his arms to the mat as he pushes himself up to his feet... and pulls Tony Cameron up as well.] JD: Holding him by the hair... cocks the arms back! [The crowd _explodes_ in a moment of excitement...] JD: PIEDRA LAAAAAARIATOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! [And on impact...it's as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced.] JD: CAMERON IS DOWN! HE'S DOWN!! [But?] JD: So is Bart! The impact of the lariat tweaked the shoulder of Blackwater Bart! He can't move the arm... I don't think he can move that right arm. [Bart cries out in pain as he leans on the arm to throw his other arm across the chest of Tony Cameron.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! [DING DING DING] JD: Blackwater Bart scores the win... but good lord, what the hell happened to his shoulder right there? [Anguish on his face, Bart rolls off of Cameron, clutching his shoulder.] JD: He looks like he may have done some damage there to his shoulder. Bart's having a hard time rolling out of the ring. [Referee Steve Stevens checks on Tony Cameron... then moves to check on Bart as well.] JD: Stevens is helping Bart up to his fee- [A furious Bart buries a knee in Stevens' gut, then yanks him into a standing headscissors.] JD: NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOO! [Showing no mercy, Bart hoists Stevens into the air... ...and _plants_ him on the canvas with a crushing powerbomb! Massive shocked pop!] JD: Bart just powerbombed the referee! What the hell was that?! [PWR Officials sprint down the aisle, Todd Michaelson in tow, diving headfirst into the ring to check on the referee.] JD: That was... my god, what the hell was that?! [An injured Tony Cameron pushes himself to his feet, looking down at the motionless referee now surrounded by nameless security members.] JD: Fans... my... fans, we'll be right back. [And as Tony Cameron glares at Blackwater Bart, the latter now staggering down the aisle from the ring... we fade to black.] ******************* [The ambient flow of the opening chords of "How the Gods Kill" by Danzig strum over the shaky, grainy feed.. as blackness fades slowly in.. to a masked man standing upon a silver platform.. blackness envelops the background. To which Jason Dane's voice cuts in..] JD: We here at Pro Wrestling Revolution always have said let the best come to us.. [Standing firm and stoic.. the athletically built man of Japanese decent rests his arms across his lower chest.. eyes and face blocked by a mask of striking black.. marked with white.. eye sockets filled with a crimson red. His long black hair shows itself quietly.. flowing out the back of the mask.] JD: Let legends and hopefuls alike come prove themselves under the hot lights of southern California.. [The masked man is draped in a black robe.. a robe thats cloth is so light it is nearly transparent.. opened and loose, flowing to the floor.. the man's chiseled upper torso showing signs of intense conditioning as well as fierce battle.. most notably a scar visible below his left ribcage. Slightly obscured by the background.. he rounds off the look with black, baggy Gi pants with a striking white waistband and sash.. and black boots with white laces.] JD: We have waited.. we have bided our time.. and we have searched.. and finally.. from the land of mystery and intrigue.. from the Land of the Rising Sun.. the challenge has been answered.. Pro Wrestling Revolution.. meet.. Amatsu Mikaboshi.. [With beautiful timing.. the heavy hitting portion of the song kicks in.. Glenn Danzig wailing like a controlled madman as the video cuts quickly to our man in question.. sprinting at a blinding pace.. leaping up and over the top rope with a no hands swan dive perfectly executed.. destroying his opponent on the floor below. As the, maybe, two hundred people in attendance all stand and clap furiously.] [Quick flashes cut through the heavy hitting music.. first of Mikaboshi delivering a sick running spinning heel kick to the skull of an opponent.. then a running koppo kick to the same victim.. then a cut of Mikaboshi finishing the deal with a beautiful inverted corkscrew 450 splash.] JD: The self-titled Autumn Star of Heaven.. Mikaboshi may be young.. but youth has treated him well.. as has his reputation for being one of the most breathtaking newcomers to hit the scene in quite a number of years.. mixing unprecedented high flying ability.. with sheer madness.. [Cut to Amatsu Mikaboshi climbing the side of a cage wall.. barbed wire ropes clinging to his boots.. blood smattered on the ring.. lacerations down his back.. all equal parts of one of his two deazthmatch ventures. He reaches the top.. only to stand high above the roaring crowd.. and leap with a textbook Moonsault.. only to miss and hit nothing but canvas.] [Cut to later in the same match.. as Mikaboshi is heaved headfirst into the barbwire ropes only for them to explode in a puff of fire and smoke.. the kid dropping lifelessly to the mat. Then even later in the contest.. as Mikaboshi dodges a Yakuza kick.. then catches the man with with a sick spinning boot to the stomach.. then a heave up canadian backbreaker style only to sitout and drop the man right on his head with some sort of variation of a piledriver!] JD: Someone should have warned us.. someone should have let us know.. Pro Wrestling Revolution office and fans alike.. be careful what you ask for.. For you might just get it. [The image then flashes to a still of a bloody masked Amatsu Mikaboshi standing in the center of the ring.. body lacerated but not too badly.. some ash film caking his body.. as he holds up an unknown championship title.. his body language that of a man willing to do anything to succeed.. and succeed he will. Just then.. a rather cheap print comes over the screen.. bright yet bold yellow script..] "Amatsu Mikaboshi - Debuting Soon" [Fade out for a bit... and then we fade back up from black. The Santa Ana Elks Lodge has been set back to normal. The chairs are back in their proper places, the cameramen back in position. And Jon Stegglet is back in the ring.] JS: The following contest is set for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and is being billed as ACES HIGH! ["Superstar" by Saliva plays over the P.A. System.] JS: Hailing from Anaheim, California. Standing 6'0" and weighing in at 229 pounds... JAIIIIIDEEEEEN ANNNNNDREWWWWWS!!! [The crowd, normally erupting into boos at the sound of the cocky bastard's name, is now starting to _cheer_ the California native. The lights around the entrance begin to flash on and off in a multitude of colors, and after a moment the curtains are parted -- with Jaiden Andrews walking out. With a cocky smirk upon his face, the man who proclaims himself the "King of the SoCal Indies" stretches his arms out, taking in a third consecutive mixed pop. With a cocky strut in his walk, Andrews begins to make his way down to the ring -- stopping every few steps to show off his physique to the fans who still hate him. He then stops in front of a _very_ attractive female with an A|X t-shirt on, saying "Why don't you see me after the show... I'll show you a _real_ winner." Her eyes widen, and she smiles at him seductively... then gives him a little taste of exactly what he'll get after the show -- 38DD baby!] JD: Our biggest show thus far, but we still have the same ringrats. [Andrews stops right in front of the ring to once again stretch his arms egotistically.] FUCK YOU SURF BOY! # CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP # [That chant we're used to... but it's now meshed in with yet another chant from the crowd.] FUCK HIM UP SURF BOY, FUCK HIM UP! # CLAP CLAP # [Not really knowing what the hell is going on, Andrews shakes his head in confusion and slides into the ring under the bottom ropes. He then quickly nips up to his feet in the center of the ring, spinning around with arms stretched. Andrews then walks over to his corner, smirking as he waits for the chance to take out Crusher Tyler.] JS: And his opponent... ["War Pigs" by Black Sabbath begins to play and out from behind the curtain steps out the monstrosity that is known as Crusher Tyler.] JS: He hails from Riverside, California... standing 6'8 and weighing in at 290 pounds... CRUSHER TYYYYYYYYLERRRR!!! [Tyler methodically strides to ringside, ignoring the jeering fans...] JD: Look at Tyler. Flexing his muscles for everyone to see. I guess we're supposed to be impressed. Well, Crusher Tyler... I say you may have an impressive physique but we've yet to see you impress me in the ring. [The big man of M-DOJO turns his back to the ring, showing off his muscles for the fans in the front row... ...and allowing Jaiden Andrews to sprint across the ring before dropping down into a baseball slide, driving both of his feet into the small of Crusher Tyler's back.] JD: OHHH! Jaiden Andrews with the attack before the bell sends Crusher Tyler sprawling into the front row... and these fans are already going wild! A lot of these fans have really taken to Jaiden Andrews in recent times. [Referee Patrick Rodriguez immediately calls for the bell to start the match as Andrews slips out onto the ring apron, getting back to his feet as Crusher Tyler starts to rise as well.] JD: Jaiden Andrews is standing on the apron, arguing with the ref- what the-?! [Leaping into the air, Andrews lands on the middle rope and springs back... ...flipping through the air and crashing down across the massive chest of Crusher Tyler! Huge pop!] JD: ASAI MOONSAULT! A beautiful moonsault by the Anaheim native and the much smaller Jaiden Andrews is quickly taking an advantage of Crusher Tyler. [Jaiden Andrews springs to his feet, showing his youth and freshness as the fans roar for him. He thrusts a fist in the air, pulling Crusher Tyler up to his feet.] JD: Jaiden drives an elbow down into the kidneys... then another... then another. He hooks him now... sets for a suplex... [But the much smaller Andrews doesn't have a chance at that, Tyler easily snaking his leg around Jaiden's to block it.] JD: Crusher Tyler blocks the suplex attempt... uh oh! [And he easily reverses the attempt, suplexing Jaiden Andrews down to the hard carpeted floor! Big mixed pop!] JD: Goodness! A brutal suplex on the carpet-covered concrete... and Jaiden Andrews may have just made a very big mistake. He had the edge with the high flying offense... the quick offense... but Crusher Tyler is making him pay for his attempts to go to the power game for a moment. [Tyler regains his feet, spitting on the downed Jaiden Andrews. He strides over to the rows of steel chairs near the hard camera... ...and rips one out from under a fan, folding it up in his hands.] JD: He's got a chair! This isn't no DQ! If he uses that chair, this match is over and we can all call Jaiden Andrews the likely number one contender to the Pacific Championship! [The mammoth Tyler stalks towards the recovering Jaiden Andrews.] JD: Somebody stop him! We don't want to see this match end that way. [Tyler reaches his target, rearing waaaay back... ...and having his swing stopped, thanks to referee Patrick Rodriguez! Big pop!] JD: Patrick blocks the chairshot! He didn't want to see the match end so quickly either! Way to go! [An irate Tyler throws the chair aside, pulling Jaiden up by the hair and hurling him back into the ring.] JD: Tyler's screaming at Rodriguez... "STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!" [The crowd roars its' disapproval of Tyler's abuse of the official as he climbs up on the ring apron, grabbing the top rope...] JD: Jaiden's back to his feet, a little dazed... [Crusher Tyler slingshots over the top rope, connecting with a flying shoulderblock right on target that sends Andrews back down to the canvas with a thud.] JD: Tyler with a cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! [Pop!] JD: No way. You're not gonna keep him down yet. [Crusher Tyler leans over the dazed Andrews.] JD: Oh come on. Give me a break! "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: He just bitchslapped Jaiden Andrews! What a jerk! [Reaching down, Tyler locks both of his hands around the throat of his rival... ...and hoists him into the air.] JD: Choke! Double handed choke! Look at the damn power of this guy! [Tyler continues to choke the air out of Jaiden Andrews as referee Patrick Rodriguez demands the hold be broken.] JD: Come on, dammit! Break the hold! [The count reaches three... then four... but just before five, Crusher Tyler finally throws him down to the canvas.] JD: Goodness. This guy is a freak of nature. How can someone be that damn strong? Jaiden Andrews needs to regroup and he needs to do it in a hurry. He's crawling away from Crusher... trying to get to the ropes... maybe the corner. [Referee Rodriguez reprimands Tyler some more... and gets shoved aside for his efforts.] JD: He'd better be careful in there! Patrick will DQ him if he needs to! [Jaiden Andrews uses the ropes, pulling himself to his feet in the corner... ...and Crusher Tyler charges towards him!] JD: SPEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR!!! [But before impact, Jaiden kips up over the rampaging Crusher Tyler, dropping down over the top rope... ...and causing Tyler to _slam_ shoulderfirst into the steel ringpost!] JD: OHHHHMY! Tyler posted himself! His shoulder met the steel and- [Andrews slingshots into the air, over the ropes... ...and takes down Crusher Tyler with a sunset flip!] JD: Slingshot sunset flip! ONE!!! TWO!!! TH- [Big heel pop!] JD: No way. He thought he might catch him ill-prepared... catch him offguard, but there wasn't enough to keep him down. [Both men quickly regain their feet, Tyler grabbing his shoulder as he rises.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" JD: Big chop by the Anaheim native! Jaiden Andrews was on target with that chop. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" JD: Crusher Tyler returns the favor... but I think he hurt his shoulder doing it. He's hurting from that posting and every move he's making right now is proving exactly that. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" JD: Jaiden fires off again! "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" JD: That time Crusher went with the left arm... but it didn't have anywhere near as much effect as his right hand does. Crusher's frustrated... Jaiden rears back again... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [A deafening pop goes up for the rally of knife edge chops that sends Crusher Tyler falling back into the corner.] JD: Jaiden Andrews is feeling it, fans... he knows the stakes of this match. He knows that at the end of this night, there will be a Pacific Champion looking for his first opponent... and he knows that the winner of this match stands a real good chance of that opponent being him. [Andrews grabs the muscular arm of Tyler.] JD: Irish whi- no, reversed by Tyler! [The Anaheim native slams into the turnbuckles as Crusher Tyler sprints towards the corner behind him...] JD: CLOTHESLIIIIIIIIIINEEEE!!! [A huge right arm slams across the throat of Andrews, sending him staggering from the buckle as a grimacing Crusher Tyler applies a front facelock with his left arm, turning Andrews over... ...and snapping him down to the canvas with a hangman's neckbreaker!] JD: Whooo! Nicely done by the big man! [Clenching his teeth in pain, Tyler presses his left arm against the cheek of Andrews in a lateral press.] JD: Cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! [Big pop!] JD: Still not enough. Crusher Tyler's feeling the pain and he wants to end this in a hurry but I don't know if he'll be able to with that injured wing. That right arm is a source of a lot of power for him... and his power is the majority of his offense. [Crusher Tyler slowly regains his feet... and then drops back down, slamming his left elbow down into the back of Jaiden Andrews' neck.] JD: Big elbowdrop on target... Tyler gets right back up... [And drops the elbow down again!] JD: Goodness! A lot of weight behind those elbowdrops, crushing the back of Andrews' neck. You can bet that Crusher Tyler's thinking ahead... thinking about that Death Valley Driver he used so viciously at You Say You Want A Revolution against this very competitor. If he can get Jaiden in that move here tonight, Andrews will be in a very tough position to kickout. [Tyler gets back to his feet again... ...and again drops the elbow down into the base of the neck!] JD: Three _huge_ elbowdrops to the top of the spinal cord.... and Crusher Tyler has gotta be going for something big here. He's gotta be thinking a move or two ahead... something big to take that neck out. [Regaining his feet again, the big man reaches down to pull Jaiden up off the mat... ...and promptly drives an another elbowsmash into the back of his neck!] JD: He's definitely got a bullseye painted on Andrews' neck and- uh oh! [The crowd begins to buzz as Tyler tugs Andrews into a standing headscissors.] JD: Uh oh! He's calling for a piledriver! He's gonna try and end it right here and now! If he hits this, I think it's over. Andrews' neck has taken too much punishment to survive a piledriver! He lift- no! Andrews dropped down to a knee! He's trying to block the lift! [The powerful M-DOJO student continues to try and hoist his rival up... but again, Andrews somehow manages to stay down on the canvas.] JD: Tyler can't get him up! He's trying but he just can't! [Frustrated, Tyler breaks the hold, grabbing Andrews by the hair... and _drives_ his knee into the back of Jaiden's neck.] JD: Oh! And another! And a third! Jaiden Andrews is taking the pounding of a lifetime! Tyler pulls him off the mat... fireman's carry! He's going for the Death Valley Driver! [The crowd roars with anticipation as Tyler muscles the Anaheim native up onto his shoulders, preparing to spike his head and neck into the unforgiving canvas.] JD: He's setting for it! This is it! This is gonna do- [But before Tyler can spike him down, Andrews manages to slip out of the fireman's carry... ...and drive his knee up into the kidneys of the larger man.] JD: KNEE! KNEE! KNEE! KNEE! KNEE! KNEE! [The crowd explodes for the barrage of knees to the lower back which allows an injured Tyler to be slipped into an inverted facelock... ...and driven down with an inverted DDT that causes the spine of Crusher Tyler to be _slammed_ into the bent knee of Jaiden Andrews! Huge pop!] JD: What a move! What a move by Jaiden Andrews! An inverted DDT onto the outstretched knee puts Tyler down on the canvas... and Jaiden Andrews went right after the back again. He knows that if he can take out the back, he'll take out the power... and Jaiden throws himself over Tyler! A cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! [Big mixed pop!] JD: Crusher Tyler slips the shoulder up! Jaiden Andrews needs something high impact to put him down harder. He's rolling Tyler onto his stomach now... I don't know what he's thinking about here. [Andrews promptly leaps into the air, driving both of his knees down into the back of the M-DOJO student!] JD: Goodness! That'll wreck the back of the big man... and now Andrews slips a hand under Tyler's chin. [And rolls back, stretching Crusher Tyler's spine across his knees in a bow and arrow hold.] JD: AHHHH! Look at the pressure being put on the back! He's trying to do even more damage to that back... see if he can take Tyler's power game completely out. [But while holding Tyler across the knees, Andrews simply turns to the side, pressing his shoulders down to the canvas.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!!! [Pop!] JD: No, no. Andrews quickly releases the hold... Tyler quickly to his feet as well but- [But a lunging forearm shot sends Tyler staggering back to the buckles.] JD: Jaiden staying on the attack... irish whip... Tyler slams chestfirst into the corner. And here comes Jaiden! [At top speed, Andrews slams into Tyler, driving his shoulder into the kidneys of the M-DOJO star.] JD: Ohhhh my! Tyler staggering out of the corner... [Reaching over Tyler, Andrews pulls his wrists up so that Crusher's arms are crossed in front of his own throat... ...and then drops backwards, pulling Tyler with him as he brings his knees up!] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: Goodness! I don't even know what the hell to call that, but I do know that it was damn effective! [Still holding the wrists, Andrews pulls back on them, creating a version of the camel clutch as he attempts to submit Crusher Tyler.] JD: Another submission hold applied by Andrews out of an offensive move. He's showing some incredible innovation here tonight in Santa Ana in this Aces High encounter. [But the height of Tyler quickly gives him an edge as he loops his foot over the bottom rope, forcing Jaiden Andrews to break the hold.] JD: Jaiden quickly breaks the hold, getting back to his feet. He pulls Crusher up as well... and snapmares him over! [With Tyler in a seated position, Andrews rears back...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [...and connects with a brutal kick to the spine!] JD: Goodness! [And continues the assault!] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [A roaring crowd cheers on Jaiden Andrews as he brutalizes the spine of his rival... ...then races to the opposite ropes.] JD: Jaiden off the far side... in the air... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: LOW DROPKICK ON TARGET! Right between the eyes! Crusher Tyler down to the canvas once again... and Jaiden Andrews with another cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! TH- [Big disappointed pop!] JD: Crusher kicks out! Somehow got out of there! [A fired-up Andrews pulls Crusher Tyler off the canvas... and fires a big chop across the chest that sends him staggering backwards.] JD: Tyler falls back to the corner... and Andrews is setting him up top! The youngster is looking to hit him big and hard right here. He's climbing up the ropes with him... trying to find something to put the big man away. [As he steps to the middle rope, he pauses... and gyrates his hips to a squeal from the females in the crowd.] JD: He's going for a rana! He leaps! [And snares Tyler's head between his legs, preparing to snap him down to the canvas... ...but Crusher's got other ideas!] JD: Tyler blocks it! He's holding Jaiden Andrews high above the canvas! What's he gonna do?! What is he- [Tyler _leaps_ from the top rope... ...and _obliterates_ his rival by spiking him into the canvas with a top rope superbomb! Massive mixed pop!] JD: SUPERBOMB! SUPERBOMB! OHHHHHHHSWEEEEETJEEEEESUS! [But the impact of the fall to the canvas makes Crusher Tyler unable to cover the downed Andrews, both men lying motionless on the canvas.] JD: Both men are down! Neither can take advantage of this... and it looks like Patrick Rodriguez is getting ready to count! [Rodriguez quickly checks both men... and starts his ten count.] "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" [At the four count, Crusher Tyler rolls onto his chest, trying to slip his arms underneath himself.] "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" [A mighty shove pushes Crusher Tyler back to his feet just as Jaiden Andrews is able to loop his arm over the middle rope, pulling himself to a sitting position.] JD: That'll break the count! Tyler's on his feet, Jaiden's on his backside... and Rodriguez waves for the match to continue. [A winded Crusher Tyler pulls his rival off the mat... ...and gets a hard chop to the chest for his efforts.] JD: Goodness! What a shot by Jaiden! [He winds up as Crusher staggers back...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [The barrage of chops sends Tyler falling back into the ropes.... ...literally _into_ the ropes as his arms get tangled in the top and middle ropes.] JD: He's tied in the ropes! The referee is immediately on the scene, trying to untangle him but for now- [The crowd pops as Andrews hits the far side, sprinting across the ring. He leaps through the top and middle ropes, swinging back... ...and driving both legs into the small of Tyler's back! A massive explosion of cheers as Andrews drops down on the apron.] JD: Andrews on the apron... Tyler staggers out... [Leaping into the air, Andrews springs off the top rope, snaring Tyler in a hurracanrana... ...but again, Tyler stops the rana before it can be executed!] JD: He blocked the springboard rana! He won't go over for it! [While holding Andrews by the legs, Tyler manages to maneuver Jaiden's upper body into a downward position... ...and drops down, _spiking_ Andrews skullfirst into the canvas!] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: PILEDRIVER! PILEDRIVER! HE SPIKED HIM!!! [And an exhausted Tyler slumps down across the chest of Jaiden Andrews.] JD: ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THRE- [DEAFENING POP!] JD: OH MY GOD!!! HE KICKED OUT!! HE GOT THE SHOULDER UP IN TIME!!! How the hell did he do that?! [And slowly... a chant starts up...] "JAI-DEN!" "JAI-DEN!" "JAI-DEN!" "JAI-DEN!" "JAI-DEN!" "JAI-DEN!" "JAI-DEN!" "JAI-DEN!" "JAI-DEN!" "JAI-DEN!" "JAI-DEN!" "JAI-DEN!" JD: Jaiden Andrews has won this crowd over! They're solidly behind the Anaheim surfboy here tonight! He somehow kicked out of this and they love him for it! Come on, kid! [A surly Crusher Tyler regains his feet, yanking a limp Andrews off the canvas.... ...and pulls him into a standing headscissors.] JD: He's calling for another one! He wants to spike Jaiden on his skull again! Jaiden Andrews _must_ avoid this at any costs! He must avoid the piledriver! [Desperate to stay out of the move that would almost certainly finish him, Andrews drops down to a knee.] JD: Tyler's trying to pull him up, trying to muscle him off the canv- [The crowd explodes as Andrews rips Tyler's legs out from under him, taking him down to the mat and flipping over into a cradle.] JD: CRADLE! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THRE- [MASSIVE DISAPPOINTED POP!] JD: Tyler almost got caught there! Jaiden Andrews almost stole one from him! [Both men climb to their feet, barely able to move... and a wild right hand by Tyler comes up empty.] JD: JAIDEN LEAPS!!! [And lands on the shoulders of Crusher Tyler, looking to snap him over with a reverse rana.] JD: He's trying to get him over! Crusher's standing tall! Jaiden's peppering him with right hands... trying to take him down... trying to bring the big man off his feet... [But Crusher Tyler is simply just too strong, muscling Andrews into a fireman's carry... pausing... ...then dropping to the side, _spiking_ his rival's skull into the canvas!] JD: DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! HE HIT THE DVD!! [And an exhausted Tyler slumps over onto Andrews...] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! [DING DING DING] JD: Crusher Tyler has done it! He has put down the challenge of Jaiden Andrews as to who is the top dog in Pro Wrestling Revolution! [A weary Tyler raises an arm in victory, rolling off of his defeated rival to sit against the ropes, sucking wind into his body as the fans give a mixed response to his victory.] JD: Jaiden Andrews looked like he had this match won on several occasions but in the end, Crusher Tyler was able to counter Andrews' big move... and came up with one of his own. That reverse rana could likely have ended the match... but instead, Tyler was able to hit the DVD and wrap it up. [Tugging the top rope, the muscular M-DOJO competitor pulls himself to his feet, draping his arms over the ropes and leaning in the buckles as a few more fans join in the applause of his victory.] JD: The fans are showing Crusher Tyler some respect... they may not like him, but they respect what he can do in a wrestling ring. A hard-fought victory for Tyler... and this just may make him the number one contender to the Pacific Title before this night is over. [Referee Patrick Rodriguez helps Jaiden Andrews to his feet on the opposite of the ring, a dazed Andrews grabbing the back of his head and neck as he rises.] JD: And now you hear the fans' reaction for Andrews. Strong support for both of these men tonight. Andrews has absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. [With Rodriguez' help, Andrews walks across the ring...] JD: Uh oh. This may not be over yet. These two had been trading words before the first PWR show ever occurred... and then on that first show, Jaiden got the better of Tyler but Tyler delivered that crushing post-match DVD. There's some bad blood between these two... and this one match may not put it to rest. [...and extends his hand to the big man. Big pop!] JD: What a show of respect by Andrews! He knows this match could have gone either way and he's willing to show Crusher Tyler that he respects Tyler pulling out the big win. [Crusher Tyler stares at the open hand... ...and slaps it away! Huge heel pop!] JD: Oh come on, Tyler! At least have the honor to shake the man's hand! He's a proud man willing to admit defeat on this day and you can't even accept that?! [A seething Andrews waves a hand to dismiss Tyler, rolling from the ring to the floor, still clutching his neck.] JD: The fans applauding Jaiden Andrews... they know he did the right thing just now. Crusher Tyler is a disrespectful jackass, period. [Tyler steps out to the center of the ring, waving his arms for more response from the crowd.... mostly negative response now... ...until they spot Jaiden Andrews grabbing a steel chair and rolling back into the ring with it.] JD: No! Jaiden, don't- "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" [HUGE POP!] JD: GOODNESS! HE _CREAMED_ CRUSHER TYLER!! [The powerhouse of the Dojo lies motionless on the canvas, a badly dented steel chair just lying a few feet away... ...and with a smirk, Jaiden Andrews rolls out of the ring, making his way back up the aisle.] JD: Well... maybe this war isn't over yet! Jaiden Andrews lost the match... but he may have just made this war go a little bit longer. Fans, what a night this has been and we've still got two more big matches to go. While we get Crusher Tyler out of the ring, let's go to the locker room area where I understand Lori Dane is standing by with her protege, Melissa Cannon! [We cut to the locker room area where Lori Dane is standing in a black t-shirt with M-DOJO written in white script across the front. The sleeves are cut out of the shirt and it seems to have been cut off around the waist too. By her side stands Melissa Cannon, clad in a purple and black sports bra and black workout pants.] LD: We've been through a tough fight to get to this point, Melissa. I know this isn't the match you hoped for... this isn't the start we wanted for the Joshi Division, but I'm expecting you and Angel to take it to the next level. We need to show those people out there... and back here... that we can entertain the fans as much as the guys can. You got me? [Melissa is hopping from leg to leg, trying to stay loose. She nods her head at her teacher.] MC: I won't let you down. I know what's on the line too. [Lori slaps her student across the face. Hard.] LD: ARE YOU READY? [Melissa increases the speed of her jumps, nodding her head.] MC: I'M READY! [With a grin, Lori gestures towards the entryway.] LD: Then let's go make history. [And with that... the duo exits from the camera's view. And we cut back to ringside where Jon Stegglet is ready to get funky like a monkey if you weeeel.] JS: The following contest is set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and is the debut match for the PWR Joshi Division! [A mixed pop from the crowd on hand. Closed-minded fucks.] JS: Introducing first, at this time... she is the founder and leader of the Joshi Division... my old friend and colleague... the Queen of Extreme... LORI DANE! [A big pop goes up for the Luscious One as she bursts through the curtain. No music, no fanfare. Just Lori. She makes her way down the aisle, rolling under the bottom rope. She pops to her feet and flashes a big smile at her friend as she takes the mic.] LD: Damn good to see you in a ring again, Jonnie. Try not to make it so long before we see you again. [Stegglet bows his head to Ms. Dane as he steps from the ring, content to let her do business.] LD: Fans... are you ready for something different? [Pop!] LD: Are you ready to experience JOSHI LOVE?! [Slightly less big pop. Fuckers.] LD: Introducing firs- [But before Dane can say another word, the lights in the Santa Ana Elks Lodge go out completely.] JD: What the hell?! [The crowd begins to buzz loudly, wondering what they're seeing.] LD: Um... fans, please stay calm... I'm not sure what's going on, but I'm sure we'll have this under control in a matter of- [Suddenly, a blinding flash of flame lights up the center of the ring... ...and a shrill cry of pain cuts through the darkness followed by the loud "THUNK!" of a mic hitting the canvas, a body falling shortly after.] JD: WHAT THE FUCK?! [The lights flicker back on to reveal Lori Dane flat on her stomach, arms covering her face... ...and the sickest sumbitch walking, Caleb Temple, standing over her with a grin on his face.] JD: THAT MOTHERFUCK- [Another loud "THUNK!" is heard as Jason Dane drops his headset, sprinting towards the ring. Jon Stegglet is just a step behind him as well, both men sliding in to take up protective spots next to the fallen Lori Dane, her screams continuing to echo. The fans roar their shock and disgust at Caleb Temple who simply smirks at the reaction, actually chuckling as Jon Stegglet glares at him. Temple mockingly "tips his cap" at Stegglet... ...then quickly bails from the ring as Todd Michaelson tears through the curtain, racing to the ring where he dives headfirst under the bottom rope, narrowly missing the escaping Caleb Temple. Temple backs slowly through the crowd shouting, "I told you, Todd! I promised you! On your hands, Todd... on your hands." Michaelson turns quickly away from him, shoving Jason Dane and Jon Stegglet aside to check on the fallen Lori Dane as Temple walks out the front door, still chuckling at the chaos he's left behind. Michaelson rolls Dane onto her back, cradling her head in his arms against his chest. He cries out, begging for some help. Jason Dane races to the back, presumably in search of medical attention. Melissa Cannon comes through the curtain as Dane goes through it, racing to the ring to check on her teacher. The ring is quickly filled with concerned people. Jon Stegglet and Jason Dane looking on solemnly. Melissa Cannon openly weeping in the corner as a medic attempts to soothe the burn wounds on Lori's face. And Todd Michaelson in the middle of it all, his face a blank sheet as he stares at the scene before him. He lets out an anguished cry of pain...frustration... rage. And we fade to black.] ****************** [We fade back in on a hushed Santa Ana Elks Lodge. The ring has been cleared. Everything looks normal... but there's a sense of dread, of darkness that hangs over the crowd. They know they've witnessed something terrible and can't get it out of their minds. The shot cuts to Jason Dane, again sitting behind the announce table with his headset on. His face is one of concern... someone who'd almost rather be anywhere else at this moment. His eyes are red and he appears extremly upset.] JD: Fans... what you just witnessed is beyond my words. When I signed on for this job... this wasn't the kind of thing I expected to see. This... it's just not part of the sport I've grown up loving. There's always been bad guys in this game... but Caleb Temple goes beyond that. He's not a man... he's just an animal. I'm physically ill right now at what I've seen... [Dane sighs deeply.] JD: But the show must go on, right? That's always been the motto in this business. It's all about the show and the fans. My sister has always believed that... and so for her... I'm gonna do my best to put what I just saw behind me and call this match like it deserves to be called. [He closes his eyes for a moment... and then reopens them, forcing a look of enthusiasm on his face.] JD: This is the biggest match in this company's short history and it is my privilege to be able to call it for you. Let's go up to the ring right now for the introductions... [We cut to the empty ring, the crowd buzzing in the silence of the moment when suddenly...] JS: The following contest is an eight man battle to crown the first Pro Wrestling Revolution Pacific Champion and is your MAIN EVENT of the evening! [Huge pop!] JS: The rules of the match are as follows. Six men will stand on the ring apron as two compete inside. Those six men _cannot_ tag themselves in... they must be willingly tagged in by one of the men inside the ring. There are no doubleteams allowed. There _must_ be clean tags and always two men inside the ring. You can be eliminated by pinfall, submission, DQ, or countout. And the LAST MAN STANDING will be the new Pacific Champion! [Pop!] JS: And now... the combatants... [Stegglet lowers the mic as soft, symphonic strains of music waft in over the PA.] JD: Here we go. The first participant in tonight's main event. [The crowd pops as "LOVE PHANTOM" by B'z kicks in fully and TORA Wanizame bursts through the curtain with a giant rainbow colored mallet swung over his shoulder. His face is covered by his trademark tiger shark mask, white with pink tiger stripes. A spiky growth of hot pink hair pokes out of the mask's open top. Wanizame wears full length tights, also white with pink tiger stripes, white boots with pink kick pads, and a pink sequined cape. He strolls to the ring, followed by CAC*CAC and Egg Baby, who hop about excitedly.] JD: TORA Wanizame is the last man to officially hold this title belt. He was the first winner of the title in a joint tournament between the EMWC and G-Pro several years ago. Wanizame won the gold in a tournament final defeating Christopher Stonebreaker to do it. The title was sealed shortly thereafter... but continued as a sort of "outlaw" title, being passed around in several small Japanese promotions. But finally, the belt is home... and this man, TORA Wanizame would love to reclaim it! [Once he reaches the ring, TORA climbs up onto the apron, then to the top rope where he poses with the giant mallet lifted over his head with one hand. He hops down into the ring and hands the mallet over the ropes to CAC*CAC. Under the weight of the mallet, CAC*CAC topples backwards with a loud "WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!" and rolls over several times. TORA watches with concern, but CAC*CAC makes it back to his feet, apparently unharmed. TORA grins with relief and whips off his cape with a flourish.] JD: Not the most "normal" competitor you'll ever see in the ring... but he's damn good once the bell rings. And anyone who takes him lightly because of antics like we just witnessed is making a huge mistake. [Wanizame threatens Jon Stegglet with the mallet, bringing a slight grin to the still-concerned face of the ring announcer as TORA's music fades and is replaced by "Fire in the Sky" by Ozzy Osbourne starts up over the PA system and the crowd all rise up to their feet, knowing who the music belongs to.] JD: Here we go! The man that many consider the odds-on-favorite here today to become the Pacific Champion despite the size differences between he and most of the men in this matchup. [And out from behind the entrance portal comes the popular luchador, raising his arms to the crowd as they all cheer him on. Juvy has a very small, lean, and well-toned build with lightly tanned skin. He comes out wearing his traditional red mask with orange and yellow flame designs along the sides. It's cut to leave the entire mouth and chin exposed with a hole in the back of the mask to allow his long, curly black hair to spill out freely behind him. Over his body he wears a full-length red bodysuit that covers everything except for his neck and arms, leaving them bare from the shoulders down. From the legs upwards the same orange and yellow flame designs spread across the bodysuit. Underneath the suit, he wears a pair of thick knee pads and the suit itself is tucked into a pair of red wrestling boots that have the same flame designs on them and are covered by a pair of black shin guards.] JD: Infierno is definitely the most popular competitor here in Pro Wrestling Revolution and without a doubt will have the most crowd support behind him going into this. But you have to wonder if his focus is solidly on this match... earlier tonight, we saw Takuya Nobu brutally attack and injure Infierno's student, El Caliente. That has to be weighing heavily on his head... not to mention what we just saw with Caleb Temple. Neither situation can be far from his mind tonight as he steps into this match with some of the highest stakes possible. [On his way to the ring, he goes to either side of the crowd as he high-fives anyone with their hands out, occasionally even going back to smack hands with someone he may have passed up. Once he gets to the ring, he climbs up the corner turnbuckle and perches himself with one foot on the top rope, head tilted backward slightly. The crowd cheers and applauds and Juvy then does a quick somersault into the ring, landing on his feet as he goes to the opposite corner, climbing to the second turnbuckle as he raises his arms to the crowd. Again they cheer, before he climbs back down and gets ready for the match to begin.] JD: Many have waited for years to see TORA Wanizame and Juvenil Infierno do battle... tonight, we get that chance. [As the two competitors in the ring await their opponents, the late, great Chet Atkins' version of "Classical Gas" plays over the PA as the Southern California crowd gives a loud applause for the man that gave it his all in his last time around here... City Jack! The big man from Liberty strides out and down the aisle, slapping the fans' hands as he nears the ring. CJ's dressed in his normal brown wrestling singlet and a black "PWR" T-shirt that looks hand-made. Once Jack gets to the ring, he does a little jukin' & jivin' on the apron before entering and going to his corner.] JD: City Jack was very impressive in his PWR debut three months ago... and there's no doubting his credentials throughout the independent wrestling scene. He has won titles all over this nation and tonight, he gets the chance to add one to his collection. [City Jack leans back in the corner, eyeing Wanizame and Infierno as the music changes drastically.] #YO I'M A JEDI KNIGHT ON THE DARKSIDE# [And with that, "Baseline" by Quarashi hits the PA, and Tyson Bryson bursts through the curtain and makes his way towards the ring. Bryson plays with the crowd as he approaches the ring, with a mix of trash talk and posing. Following behind him, though walking much slower, is his currently-injured tag team partner Matt James, who sports a neckbrace along with a black sports coat over a white shirt and black tie. Bryson wears black thigh-length wrestling tights with white and pink trim along with black boots, knee pads, and elbow pads. His wrists and fingers are taped.] JD: Tyson Bryson is in this match not only thanks to his victory over Bryan Coats earlier tonight but also because of his big upset win over Tony Cameron last month at When Darkness Falls. That's what really gained him the attention of the PWR front office. He'll be at a slight disadvantage tonight though since he's already wrestled once. #I GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE KICK# #THAT BE COMING FROM THE UNDERGROUND SPOT# #BEATING THE POP UP THE FUCK UP THAT LAYS ALL AROUND# #NOW GIVE ME SOUND FROM THE OTHER SIDE# #EVERY NIGHT# #IT'S GONNA GO ON AND FLOW ON AND ON AND ON AND ON# [Bryson slides into the ring, poses, and then readies himself for the match, testing out the ropes and bouncing back and forth. The music cuts out and is replaced by...] # We put this festival on you bastards, with a lot of love # # We worked for one year for you pigs... # # And you wanna break our walls down... destroy it?! # # Well... YOU GO TO HELL! # [And here comes the one and only "Supreme Being" Jeremy Rhodes, storming down to the ring to the whimsical sounds of "Fuckin' in the Bushes" by Oasis. He stops by the camera to shout "no students here to fuck this one up!", and then heads into the ring. He's wearing the usual gear... torn-up denim cutoffs, black kneepads, black wrestling boots. He climbs up onto a turnbuckle and glares out into the crowd, before hopping down and stretching calmly in his corner.] JD: Jeremy Rhodes nearly took a huge match last month when Dojos collided. But he came up just short. Tonight, he'll be looking for a different result. And you heard what he said, he thinks that his students cost him the match last month... tonight, there's no students here for him to worry about. [Rhodes glares across the ring at Infierno, waiting for the match to get going. We get one step closer to that as the opening riffs of ZZ Top's "Sharp Dressed Man" begin to blare across the sound system, the crowd responding to the music with a chorus of boos. The camera cuts to the entranceway, where the curtains part to reveal one of PWR's most despised (and annoying) characters, "Ladykiller" Calisto Dufresne. Dufresne is clad in a black three-piece suit, his flowing blonde hair cascading down past his shoulders. He stands at the head of the entryway for many moments, soaking in all of the boos he probably thinks are cheers from his "throngs of adoring fans". ] JD: Here's the man who many feel may be outgunned here tonight... but earned his way into this match by stealing a victory as the sole survivor in the Dojo vs Dojo match. Many will question the methods he used to win it... but you can not deny this man's talent. He may be a dark horse in this... and watch out for a trick. [He finally begins to make his way towards the ring, ignoring every fan who is screaming obscenities at him. They just hate him because he's beautiful. Yeah, that's it. Dufresne finally makes it to the ring, where he proceeds to climb up the stairs and in through the ring ropes. "The Ladykiller" then proceeds to move to the center of the ring and slowly remove his three-piece suit, mostly to the chagrin of the male audience, but a few female shrieks are heard from the crowd as well. Dufresne finally finishes removing his suit, and now proceeds to pose for the crowd, flexing his well-defined muscles as the crowd's ever-increasing boos become more and more evident. Dufresne sneers derisively at the crowd as he moves to the corner, preparing for the start of the biggest match of his short career.] JD: We're down to two more competitors... and what a two it is. [Over the PA comes the sound of The White Stripes' "The Hardest Button to Button." The curtain is pulled aside, and out steps Kenta Kitzukawa, the crowd immediately roaring their pleasure. Kenta, dressed in a hooded black jacket whose hood is pulled over his face, steps into the entranceway and throws his head back, the hood falling over his shoulders. He looks over the audience and then throws his hands in the air, taking a moment to soak in the crowd's adulation. And then its all business as he stalks to the ring, bounding over the top rope and then stepping into the middle of the ring, waiting for the match to begin.] JD: The man many consider Todd Michaelson's prize student. He's defeated City Jack... he nearly outlast everyone else in the Dojo match... but he's never experienced anything like this. Tonight, Kenta Kitzukawa is in for the biggest test of his young career. And now... the final entry in tonight's match... and we _still_ don't even know who it is. [The crowd falls to a hush, all eyes turned towards the entrance with great anticipation... ...and then _erupts_ into cheers as a very familiar tune starts up.] JD: Here comes DAMAN~! [As Dog Eat Dog's "Who's The King?" blasts over the PA for the second time of the night, Brian Lau, in his usual attire strides through the curtain.] BL: Pro Wrestling Revolution. For weeks you've wondered why Brian Lau would be here tonight. For days, you've wondered who I would represent in this main event. And now... you will find out who I will lead to victory tonight... who I will crown as the first Pro Wrestling Revolution Champion! Music Man... hit it! [Lau steps to the side, gesturing to the curtain... ...as the Russian National Anthem starts up!] JD: OH MY GOD! [A massive shocked pop rings out as the curtain parts and Alexander Rubinov steps into view.] JD: RUBINOV?! The Mad Russian, Alexander Rubinov... a wrestling _machine_ in every sense of the word. He's the final entry?! He's Brian Lau's entry into this match?! [The massive Russian competitor arrogantly strides to stand beside his manager. With a look of disgust on his face, he walks towards the ring, not offering so much as a glance to the fans at either side of him. He steps up on the apron, wipes his feet, and enters the ring. Once there, he patiently waits in the corner, using the ropes to help stretch.] JD: This man never had the same kind of lengthy career that Brian Lau's other proteges had... but he had a very hard impact upon his debut. [The Russian glares at his opponents, Brian Lau whispering a few last second words of advice to this big man. Rubinov wears a red singlet with a gold hammer and sickle on the bit over his abdomen and on his butt, black boots, and yellow tape on his wrists and right hand. ] JD: Whew. All eight men are in the ring... and this is gonna be a war! A Revolutionary War! [Jon Stegglet warily steps out to the center of the ring, referee Patrick Rodriguez by his side. Stegglet holds a scroll of paper in his hand and reads from it.] JS: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Santa Ana Elks Lodge, home of the battle of wills to crown the first Pro Wrestling Revolution Pacific Champion. [Big pop!] JS: It is here in Santa Ana that the Pro Wrestling Revolution matchmakers have submitted to you the finest that our sport has to offer to do battle for the greatest prize we can present, the Pacific Championship. By the honor and prestige of Pro Wrestling Revolution and with all the pride and dignity it holds dear, we offer to you this conflict of strength, skill, and fighting spirit. To you, the People of the Revolution... Prepare for TOUUUUUUUUKOOOOOOOONNNNN!!! [MASSIVE POP! Jon Stegglet hands the scroll over to a ringside attendant and exits the ring, leaving the action inside the ring to Patrick Rodriguez.] JD: The official proclamation made by Jon Stegglet to announce the happening of a Pacific Title Match. And now it's time for a battle the likes of which PWR has never seen. There was a series of coin tosses backstage to determine the first two competitors in this match. And you can see referee Patrick Rodriguez asking six men to step from the ring... the fans are worked into a frenzy already. Eight of the top wrestlers in the world are about to do battle for the greatest prize in our company. This is a moment none of us will soon forget. [The camera stays on the ring as people exit... first City Jack and Rubinov... Kitzukawa and Dufresne... Jeremy Rhodes... Tyson Bryson... ...and then there were two! Huge pop!] JD: We're gonna start this match with Juvenil Infierno and TORA Wanizame?! Oh my! [The bell rings to officially begin the match as Infierno and Wanizame start circling one another.] JD: The fans clapping in unison... they've been dying to see this showdown, perhaps the most eagerly anticipated matchup in this contest. Both men circling... trying to find the right opening... [It's Wanizame who strikes first, lunging in an attempt for a double leg takedown... but Infierno sprawls backwards, pushing down to avoid it.] JD: Shades of SICA here as Infiernio avoids the double leg... backing away, still circling. [Wanizame tugs at his pink hair sticking up through the mask, pulling up to straighten it as he gets back to his feet, clapping his hands together as the fans continue to rally both men.] JD: Both men eyeing one another again... [This time, it's Infierno who attempts the collar and elbow, but has his legs swept out from under him by a ducking Wanizame who quickly covers.] JD: Not even a one count! Infierno is very quick to kick out of that... both men right back to their feet. A feeling out process going on right here for sure. [Wanizame scratches his masked head for a moment... then edges forward... right into the collar and elbow tieup.] JD: Here we go! Both men jockeying for position, looking for a way to take an advantage. Wanizame trying to push Juvy to the ropes it appears and- [A nice pop for an armdrag that snaps Infierno over to the canvas. Wanizame pops up to his feet immediately and busts out a double bicep pose... which really shows us nothing. CAC*CAC and Egg Baby cheer wildly... much to the dismay of Matt James and Brian Lau who eye the two oddities with a mixture of annoyance... and well, okay... mostly annoyance.] JD: Infierno back up, slapping his arm... shaking it out to make sure it's okay. Now he's edging back towards a waiting Wanizame. Wanizame to the ropes... [Infierno easily leapfrogs over the stampeding puro star who leaps up to the middle rope, springing back with a backflip... ...and landing on his feet behind a stunned Infierno... ...and promptly poking him in the eye. Big pop!] JD: Backflip eyegouge?! That's a new one! [With a blinded Infierno in front of him, Wanizame quickly takes him down to the canvas with a fireman's carry and floats over to the grab the foot, looking to do some damage to the leg.] JD: Wanizame's going for a spinning toehold, turning... oh! Juvy kicks him off to the ropes... drops down as TORA rebounds... [Infierno gets back to his feet just as TORA charges towards him... ...and scores with a big dropkick right to the face that sends Wanizame falling backwards towards the ropes. He quickly charges back towards Juvy.] JD: Another dropkick on target by Infierno! [Wanizame stumbles back again, all the way to the ropes. This time, he stays there as Infierno gets up and charges towards him... ...but at the last moment, Wanizame ducks his head sending Infierno catapulting over the top rope... ...where he lands on the ring apron! Big pop!] JD: Juvy lands on his feet! [But Wanizame spins around, already ready to strike...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Shotay! That palm strike caught Juvy right in the left ear... he's dazed out there on the apron. [And TORA takes advantage of it, throwing himself into a front flip, scoring with a koppo kick that knocks Juvenil off the apron and down to the carpeted floor below! Big pop!] JD: Wanizame is certainly showing the skills that made him a champion all over the world tonight. He's got Infierno, one of the odds-on favorites to win it all in this match, on the ropes in a big way. TORA steps out to the apron... you see City Jack and Dufresne step aside to give him room to move. They can not interfere with this at all... they can't touch either competitor or they risk being thrown out of this match. [Standing out on the apron, TORA waits for Infierno to get to his feet.] JD: Two masked men doing battle... Infierno starting to rise... Wanizame waves Dufresne to the other side of the ringpost. [As the M-DOJO trainer gets to his feet, Wanizame sprints the distance of the apron, leaping off... ...and snaring Infierno with a rana, snapping him down to the carpeted floor below! Big pop!] JD: The fans love Infierno... but it's so rare these days to get a chance to see TORA Wanizame live... they're cheering every move he makes as well. Wanizame and Infierno are both out on the floor now... and now they're both subject to Patrick Rodriguez' ten count. If he reaches ten, they're both out of the match. [Rodriguez moves over to the ropes, encouraging both men to get back in as he starts his count.] JD: Wanizame uses the apron to pull himself up, driving a hard boot down on the back of Juvy's neck... and he rolls back in, breaking the count. TORA's back in, being warned by the referee now. [Infierno pushes himself up to all fours out on the carpet.] JD: TORA's back to his feet... looking at Infiern- [But as soon as Juvy gets to his feet, TORA sprints across the ring, diving through the middle and top ropes... ...and at the very last second, he front flips, landing on the recovering Infierno to another huge pop!] JD: TOOOOOOOPEEEE CON HILOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! "TOR-A!" "TOR-A!" "TOR-A!" "TOR-A!" "TOR-A!" "TOR-A!" "TOR-A!" "TOR-A!" "TOR-A!" [Wanizame pops up to his feet, striking a pose before pulling Infierno off the canvas and rolling him back into the ring.] JD: TORA's in total control so far... back up on the apron... [The former Zokugun Sangai member grabs the top rope, slingshotting up... and springboards off...] JD: MISSILE DROPKI- [But in total desperation, Infierno leaps into the air, connecting with a dropkick of his own that takes Wanizame down hard to the canvas! Huge pop!] JD: OHHHHHMY! He caught him square in the jaw with that dropkick! What a counter! Wanizame's down... Infierno's down... and it looks like both men are looking to make a tag. Both are crawling... [The crowd roars, rallying both men to make a tag... ...and they both do.] JD: TORA tags in Jeremy Rhodes! [HUGE POP!] JD: AND JUVY TAGS IN RUBINOV!! LISTEN TO THIS CROWD!!! "LET'S GO RUSS-KIE!" clapclapclapclapclap "LET'S GO RUSS-KIE!" clapclapclapclapclap "LET'S GO RUSS-KIE!" clapclapclapclapclap "LET'S GO RUSS-KIE!" clapclapclapclapclap JD: Not the most respectful chant... but you know they're supporting the big Russian when it comes to squaring off with Jeremy Rhodes! Rhodes disrespected M-DOJO... he disrespected Pro Wrestling Revolution... and none of us would enjoy anything more than to see this big Russian send Rhodes scurrying back to Japan with his tail between his damned legs. [Rubinov strides to the center of the ring, a cold expression on his face... and lifts a hand up.] JD: He wants the test of strength! The Russian wants to break Jeremy Rhodes mentally _and_ physically. [With a smirk, Rhodes sidles out to the center as well... and intertwines his fingers with Rubinov who with a mighty flick of his wrist, puts Rhodes down to his knees. Huge pop!] JD: Look at the power of Rubinov! The Russian just outmuscled Rhodes right there and- [Using his veteran smarts, Rhodes scores with a headbutt to the midsection of the massive foreign star.] JD: Rhodes caught him offguard with that... and Rhodes quickly is back to his feet, hands still locked with Rubinov's. [With the Russian doubled over, Rhodes takes the opportunity to drive his knee up into the face.] JD: Kneestrikes! He's driving the knee repeatedly into Rubinov's face! [Ducking his head under Rubinov's armpit, Rhodes hoists him up into a bridging suplex.] JD: Nice bridge! ONE!! TWO!! [Rubinov mightily bridges up, showing off his power yet again to a huge pop!] JD: Good lord! Did you see that bridge?! Look at him holding it! He's still holding the damn thing! [Rhodes breaks his grasp, getting to his feet... and staring at the bridging Rubinov.] JD: Hehehe... Rhodes doesn't know what to think. Rubinov's holding that neck bridge... and he's still holding it... and he's still holding it! [The crowd roars in tribute for Rubinov... ...but not Jeremy Rhodes.] JD: OHHHH! Rhodes leapt into the air and scored with an elbowdrop to the ribcage! Down goes Rubinov after that impressive bridge... and Jeremy Rhodes is stomping the hell out of him now, yelling at him. "SHOW ME UP, HUH?!" [He punctuates the cry with another stomp to the ribs.] JD: Rhodes pulls him up off the mat...oof! Knee to the kidneys... he hooks him... [And dumps him down to the mat with a backdrop suplex!] JD: A cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! [POP!] JD: ANOTHER BRIDGE OUT! Rubinov is showing the power in those massive shoulders and that neck! Impressive! [An irate Jeremy Rhodes gets to his feet and slaps the hand of Tyson Bryson, bringing him into the match for the first time. A nice ovation goes up for Bryson.] JD: Bryson steps in.... [Rubinov climbs to his feet as well, glaring at the new entry to the match.] JD: BRYSON! [Showing no fear, Tyson Bryson sprints across the ring and scores with a running elbow smash, knocking Rubinov off his feet. A huge pop erupts for the former tag team wrestler! His partner, out on the floor, thrusts a fist of triumph in the air as Bryson leaps atop the Russian, battering him with rights and lefts.] JD: Mounted punches by Bryson! He's beating the hell out of Rubinov! And now he's choking him! Bryson out of nowhere with a barrage of rights and lefts and now choking the big man! [The crowd roars, stunned by the ferocity of Bryson.] JD: Bryson pulls him up, shoving him back to the corner... [With Rubinov cornered, Bryson uncorks a series of stiff forearm shots to the chest.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: WHOOOOOAMY! Tyson Bryson's snapped! [Bryson steps back and switches to kicks to the ribcage.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Rubinov's getting rocked! Tyson Bryson, the upset kid, is tearing into the former EMWC World Television Champion! Bryson grabs him by the arm... whip! [Sprinting across the ring, Bryson takes flight and scores with a leaping elbow strike in the buckles!] JD: Bryson's all over him... Rubinov staggers out...boot to the gut! [With Rubinov dazed, Bryson hooks him by the head, hoping to score with his sitdown facebuster called the Dirtnap.] JD: DIRTNA- [But Rubinov slaps the arms away, shoving Bryson back into the corner... ...and launches into him with a series of rights and lefts to the ribcage.] JD: Rubinov's showing that boxing background, lighting up the body of Tyson Bryson! Bryson staggers out of the buckles... hooked! [Rubinov set up Bryson in uranage position, sweeping the legs out from under him as he drives the back of Bryson's skull into the canvas! Big pop!] JD: STO! STO! Rubinov with the STO and- "SLAAAAAAAAP!" [Calisto Dufresne slaps the shoulder of Rubinov, tagging himself into the match and moving in to make a cover on Tyson Bryson... ...but Patrick Rodriguez intercepts, threatening Dufresne with a disqualification if he doesn't step back out of the ring.] JD: Patrick's right there... he's enforcing the special rules in this match. Dufresne can _not_ tag himself into the match. Someone else has to tag him in willfully. He can be DQd for it... but right now, he's just getting a warning as he steps back out to the apron. [Rubinov pulls Bryson up by the haiir, glaring at Dufresne as he does so. He drags Bryson to the corner, tossing him into the buckles... and slaps the hand of City Jack.] JD: In comes the big man! City Jack tags into the match for the very first time and listen to the big response for him! "CI-TY JACK!" "CI-TY JACK!" "CI-TY JACK!" "CI-TY JACK!" "CI-TY JACK!" "CI-TY JACK!" "CI-TY JACK!" "CI-TY JACK!" "CI-TY JACK!" JD: The big fella isn't gonna take advantage of Bryson in the corner... he steps out to the center of the ring, waving Bryson towards him. [A little bit dazed, Bryson glares at City Jack... ...then quickly tags in Calisto Dufresne. The crowd explodes in boos... both for Bryson's refusal to stay in the ring and for the egotistical jackass known as Calisto Dufresne.] JD: In comes Calisto Dufresne... [Dufresne slowly steps in, staring at the massive City Jack... ...and spins on his heels, diving to tag in someone else. Massive mixed pop!] JD: These fans can't believe what a coward Dufresne is... but look who he tagged in! [A massive pop goes up as Kenta Kitzukawa steps into the ring... staring at the man who took him to his limits at the very first Pro Wrestling Revolution show, You Say You Want A Revolution, City Jack.] JD: Listen to this ovation! City Jack and Kenta Kitzukawa are going to go one on one again! [The two men walk to the center of the ring, bumping chests as they stare each other down.] JD: What a moment this is! Ever since the bell rang in their first match, many PWR fans have been suggesting a rematch be booked. Well, this isn't a one on one... but it may be the next best thing! Remember how these two men looked after their first match? Bruised and swollen faces... City Jack with a dislocated jaw... a bloodied nose... this is gonna be something. [Kitzukawa takes a step back and slaps his own chest hard enough to leave a red mark behind.] JD: What the-? I think he's _inviting_ City Jack to take the first shot! City Jack is chuckling... I think he's even surprised by that one. [But not one to back down from a challenge, City Jack rears back...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Ooooh! Hard forearm shot bounces off the chest of Kenta Kitzukawa! [Kenta cracks a grin... almost as if he enjoys it. He slaps his chest twice this time... calling for it again.] JD: City Jack winds up... "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Another one! Right on target on the chest! He's leaving matching red welts next to Kenta's own slaps. Kenta took a step back on that one... [Letting loose a mighty bellow, Kenta slaps his own chest again... three times this time around.] JD: City Jack... I don't know what's going on with Kenta, but City Jack's not about to complain about getting some free shots in. He winds up again... "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: THE FACE! City Jack got sick of messing around and he just cracked Kenta upside the face... caught him right on the cheek and that knocks Kenta down to a knee! [City Jack takes the opportunity to grab Kenta by the hair and bring his knee up into the face, knocking the young rookie down to the canvas.] JD: City Jack floors Kenta... sets... and drops the big elb- [POP!] JD: Kenta rolled out of the way of the elbow! He saw that big elbowdrop coming and got out of the way just in time. Kenta quickly back up to his feet... CJ back up as well... [As they both reach their feet, Kitzukawa explodes towards City Jack, scoring with a forearm shot that sends City Jack staggering a couple steps backwards.] JD: City Jack calls his forearm shot the Metropill. Kenta's never named his... but I'd call it the "GAHDAMN, THAT HURTS!" [Kitzukawa backs up, watching City Jack stumble backwards... ...then lunges forward again, scoring with another brutal forearm shot... this one knocking City Jack back against the ropes.] JD: Kenta grabs the wrist... irish whip... [As City Jack bounces off the far side, Kenta rotates fully... ...and hurls a rolling elbow that City Jack somehow avoids.] JD: He missed the rolling elbow! City Jack- [CJ grabs Kenta by the hair as he turns around... ...and unleashes a series of forearm shots!] "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: GOOOOODNESS! [The fans roar at the brutal forearm shots thrown by City Jack, nearly knocking Kenta Kitzukawa out on his feet. His face flushed from the impact of the stiff blows, Kenta staggers back into the corner.] JD: If it wasn't for the ropes right there, I think Kitzukawa would have eaten the canvas. He's backed in the buckles... City Jack backs to the opposite side... HERE HE COMES!! [Stampeding across the ring, City Jack attempts to avalanche the life out of the young M-DOJO trainee... ...but at the last moment, Kenta Kitzukawa dives to the side! Huge pop!] JD: He avoided the avalanche! City Jack tried to put Kenta on the shelf right there... but he wasn't close enough to- [POP!] JD: WAISTLOCK! Kenta's going for the German! [Kitzukawa tries to hoist City Jack up into the air, but the bulky brawler hooks his arms under the top rope to avoid it.] JD: We remember Kenta's obsession with trying to German suplex the giant at their first meeting. He was never able to do it... but he was able to ultimately get the win. Tonight, we may see the same thing. It's almost like a personal challenge to Kitzukawa to muster up the fighting spirit to put City Jack up and over with the German. [Kenta again tries to lift... but again, City Jack keeps his grip on the ropes, refusing to be thrown.] JD: Kenta breaks the waistlock... "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: HIIIIIIIJO DE MADRE! Some vicious forearm shots to the back of the neck! Kenta's trying to break City JAck down... trying to soften him up, weaken his fighting spirit. [City Jack's grip on the ropes is lost... and the waistlock is reapplied! The crowd roars, trying to cheer Kenta on... trying to rally him to throw City Jack up and over.] JD: He can't do it! He just can't do it! No matter how much power this kid has... no matter how enthused and fired up he is tonight, he just can't do it. [The Kentucky native, still holding the ropes, finds another way out of the waistlock as he reaches out and slaps the hand of TORA Wanizame. Wanizame slides into the ring, looking for a sneak attack... ...but again, Patrick Rodriguez blocks his attempt, waiting for City Jack to get out of the ring before letting TORA go at Kitzukawa.] JD: TORA blasts him from behind... knocking him back into the corner... "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Three hard chops to the chest of Kitzukawa! And TORA's putting him up top! He's going quick... seeing he can wrap this thing up and take his fellow Osaka native out of this match. [Wanizame quickly climbs the ropes, leaping into the air, and snapping Kitzukawa down to the canvas with a top rope hurricanrana! Huge pop!] JD: DOWN GOES KENTA! TORA WITH A COVER!! ONE!!!! TWO!!! TH- [POP!] JD: Kenta gets the shoulder up! But that rana took a hell of a lot out of him! He got caught off guard by it and it nearly cost him everything he's worked so hard for over the past few months. [Quickly scampering to his feet, Wanizame leaps into the air, crashing backfirst down across the chest of Kitzukawa with a senton splash. He quickly flips over into another lateral press.] JD: Another cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! TH- [POP!] JD: Another big kickout. TORA's gonna have to pull out something more high impact, I think. The rana did some damage... he'll need something hard-hitting to put Kenta down for a three count. Just ask City Jack. Wanizame drags Kenta out to the center of the ring... and he's going up top again! [The crowd begins to buzz as the puro superstar quickly scales the ropes, reaching the top rope strand...turning his back... ...and taking flight!] JD: MOONSAULLLLLLLLT! [Kitzukawa rolls aside, avoiding the press... ...but TORA lands on his feet, flipping off the kneeling Kitzukawa... ...and then driving both feet into his face with a low dropkick! Huge pop!] JD: Wanizame's charisma is winning over this entire crowd... no matter who he's in the ring with! TORA's cornermates are cheering him on... they want to see him eliminate the hometown rookie. Kenta is considered the top rookie coming out of the Dojo by many... to be the first eliminated would be a huge shock and embarassment to him. [Wanizame drags Kenta up by the hair, ducking down into a belly to back suplex setup.] JD: Kenta's in trouble! TORA's going for his finish! He's going for the Zokugun Bomb! I don't know if he can get him up though... I don't know if- [Deperate to avoid the suplex, Kenta drives his elbow down into the back of TORA's neck.] JD: Kenta trying to escape! He felt it coming! He's got TORA well scouted... and considering they're from the same area, I'd imagine Kenta's seen countless TORA matches in his life. He knew it was coming and he elbowed out of it. [Wanizame staggers back to the corner, realizing he's lost the momentum... and slaps the hand of Tyson Bryson.] JD: In comes Bryson! He came in a house of fire against Rubinov... let's see what he does here. [Tyson Bryson sprints into the ring again...] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" JD: POWERSLAM!!! KENTA WITH THE POWERSLAM!!! [But he can't cover, falling to the side instead, sucking wind into his body.] JD: Kenta caught Bryson off guard... Bryson went for the big hit but Kenta with the great counter. And now it looks like Kenta's trying to make the tag. I know this kid, fans... he'd like to eliminate all seven other guys in this match so if he's tagging out it's because he _really_ need a breather. [Bryson rolls over to his stomach, trying to push himself up as Kenta crawls towards the closest corner... ...and slaps the first outstretched hand he finds.] JD: RUBINOV! [Tyson Bryson gets to his feet, quickly turning... ...and coming face to face with the Mad Russian.] JD: UH OH!! [Bryson immediately raises his hands, backing off from the big man.] JD: Bryson's begging off... he knows what this man is capable of in there. He knows that- [Suddenly, Bryson lunges forward, attempting to connect with a sucker punch... ...but Rubinov snares him in a bearhug, hurling him up and over with a released belly to belly throw! Big pop!] JD: OHHHHMY!! Look at Brian Lau! He looks like the cat that ate the canary! He knows that his Mad Russian could take out every one in this match and bring the Pacific Title home to Lau! Tyson Bryson just got thrown like a rag doll across the ring... [Rubinov stalks towards Bryson, lying in the corner.] JD: Here we go! The Russian wants to take this guy apart... this former tag team wrestler who is trying to make it as a singles wrestler while his partner recovers from an injury. [The camera cuts to Matt James, slamming his arms on the canvas, trying to rally his partner to get back to his feet and fight the Russian.] JD: There you see Matt James, being ever supportive of his friend and teammate. Rubinov's waiting for him... pulling him up by the hair now, he got tired of waiting. Waistlock! [The powerful Russian hoists Bryson into the air, throwing him down with a released German Suplex... ...yet still bridges!] JD: Look at that! He calls that the Mad Russian Suplex! A bridging released German suplex... just showing off his power. [Holding the bridge a moment, Rubinov powers himself up to a standing position, spreading his arms and waving for the crowd to respond.] "RU-BIN-OV!" "RU-BIN-OV!" "RU-BIN-OV!" "RU-BIN-OV!" JD: Goodness! Alexander Rubinov is a machine! [Lifting his mighty hand to the sky, Rubinov squeezes his fingers together, showing the power of the Claw. Huge pop!] JD: He's calling for the Iron Claw! He wants to lock the Claw on Tyson Bryson and put this kid down! If he locks this in, this night is over for Tyson Bryson! [A dazed Bryson tugs himself to his feet using the ropes, Matt James screaming a warning to him... ...a warning he never hears.] JD: CLAW! [MASSIVE POP!] JD: RUBINOV SLAPS ON THE CLAW!! HE'S GOT THAT IRON CLAW LOCKED IN ON TYSON BRYSON!! [Bryson immediately starts flailing away, trying to get free from the submission hold. Rubinov increases the pressure bringing the free hand over to steady his grip.] JD: Bryson's trapped! He can't get free! He can't get out! [Suddenly, Matt James jumps up on the ring apron, screaming and waving his arms in an attempt to distract Rubinov. But instead, it brings referee Patrick Rodriguez over to him, ordering him down from the apron.] JD: Patrick's doing the right thing, trying to get this kid down! Trying to- [Covered in desperation, feeling the title slipping away... Tyson Bryson shows his true colors.] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: FOUL! LOW BLOW! He kicked him low! [Rubinov immediately breaks the hold, staggering away. Bryson grabs him, tugging him into an inverted facelock. Brian Lau immediately begins screaming at Rubinov... then at Rodriguez... then back to Rubinov...] JD: He's got him hooked! [Matt James drops down off the apron as Bryson spins wildly to the side, spinning rapidly... and _driving_ Rubinov facefirst into the canvas with a diamond cutter! Huge pop!] JD: That's how he beat Cameron! I don't even know what to call that but he's used it effectively _twice_ now! Bryson scores with the hard impact... the upsetter maybe? [Bryson, dazed, throws an arm across the chest of the unmoving Rubinov.] JD: Cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! [DING DING DING] JD: BRYSON PINS RUBINOV?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! [The crowd roars with shock at Tyson Bryson's pinfall.] JD: He pinned Rubinov... he pinned the Mad Russian... I don't- my god, what an upset! [A stunned Brian Lau glares at the ring... unmoving, unspeaking.] JD: Brian Lau, you wanna know who the king is?! Well, it's not gonna be you or your boy tonight! Pro Wrestling Revolution is showing you the future of this business! [Bryson rolls onto his back, sucking wind into his body as Patrick Rodriguez tries to get Rubinov out of the ring.] JD: We're down to seven! Seven men battling to become the Pacific Champion. We're nowhere near done yet... but Alexander Rubinov and Brian Lau are done on this night. [TORA Wanizame runs back into the ring, trying to take advantage of the downed Bryson. He throws himself across Bryson's chest.] JD: ONE!!!! TWO!!! THRE- [MASSIVE POP!] JD: UH OH! RUBINOV!! [The angry Russian rips TORA Wanizame off of the downed Tyson Bryson, pulling him into a gutwrench.] JD: He's going for the Hammer! Rodriguez is begging him to stop! Begging him to let TORA go! [But Rubinov's having none of it as he hoists TORA up over his shoulder into a Canadian backbreaker... ...and violently swings him back down, sitting out with him into a facefirst slam! Massive pop!] JD: THE HAMMER! TORA TAKES THE HAMMER!! [And an angry Rubinov rolls from the ring, glaring at the five men staring at him... not moving an inch in his direction. Brian Lau claps his protege on the shoulder, screaming at anyone who'll listen.] "You people didn't deserve us anyways! We're too good for all of you. Do you know who the hell we are?!" [The crowd roars in a mixture of cheers and boos for the former Manager of the Year and his charge... rising to their feet for a standing ovation as they disappear through the curtain.] JD: We're down to seven! TORA's down in the ring... Bryson's down as well! Matt James on one side of the ring cheering Bryson on... Egg Baby and CAC*CAC on the other side cheering TORA on. What an odd sight that is. I think both sides should make a tag... especially Bryson after taking absolutely brutal suplexes and some time in that Iron Claw. TORA took the Hammer so he needs out of there as well. [The two men start crawling in opposite directions, trying to get out of the ring and get someone else in so they can get a breather. The crowd rallies behind them, clapping in unison to drive them on.] JD: DOUBLE TAG! [An _eruption_ of cheers comes up from the PWR faithful as Jeremy Rhodes makes the tag on one side of the ring and Juvenil Infierno makes the exchange on the other side.] JD: Juvy's in! Rhodes is in! And they meet in the center of the ring! [Rhodes goes for a hard right hand that Juvy deftly ducks. A left hand is avoided as well and Infierno fires off a snap kick to the left hamstring. A second one follows lightning quick.] JD: Two quick kicks to the leg... Juvy leaps up! [And drops the boom on Rhodes with a spinning back kick that knocks Rhodes down to the mat.] JD: Juvy to the ropes... leaps to the second rope... [Infierno springs back just as Rhodes regains his feet... ...and scores with a dropkick that sends Rhodes flying across the ring! Big pop!] JD: Down goes Rhodes again! [Feeling the pressure, Jeremy Rhodes rolls out to the floor.] JD: Rhodes out of the ring... I think he may be suffering from a little bit of jet lag. He competed in Japan earlier this weekend and caught a redeye flight to Los Angeles. He may be having some trouble getting in the right gear as- [DEAFENING POP!] JD: INFIERNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! TOPE DIVE TO THE FLOOR!! [The crowd roars as the suicide dive by Infierno sends Rhodes sprawling into the steel chairs at ringside.] "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: What a dive! What a suicidal dive! Infierno put Rhodes into those chairs... both men are down out on the carpet and these fans have been whipped into a _frenzy_. Many have said that Infierno went into this match hoping to eliminate Rhodes from it. He wants a little bit of payback for what Rhodes did to some of his students last month. [Reaching into the scattered chairs, Infierno pulls Rhodes out of the wreckage and rolls him back under the bottom rope into the ring.] JD: Juvy's up on the apron... Rhodes is down. [Slingshotting up to the top rope, Infierno twists to turn his back to the ring before springboarding off...] JD: MOONSAULLLLLLLLL- [BIG DISAPPOINTED POP!] JD: KNEES! Rhodes brought up the knees! [Getting to his feet, Rhodes quickly applies a Texas Cloverleaf... then steps back, putting the pressure on the upper body of Infierno.] JD: Rhodes Special 89! This high-angled Cloverleaf, trying to force a submission out of Infierno. [The masked luchador cries out in pain as Rhodes drops down to a knee, further bending the spine of the former World Junior Heavyweight Champion.] JD: Juvy's in trouble. Big trouble, fans. He needs to figure out a way to get out of this and he needs to get out of it in a hurry. [Rhodes shakes his head, telling the world that no one's getting out of this hold. The fans start to rally the M-DOJO trainer, clapping their hands in unision... faster... ...and faster... ...and faster... ...getting to a fever pitch as Infierno wriggles closer and closer to the ropes.] JD: Come on, Juvy! Almost there! Almost there! [The luchador stretches out his hand as far as he can go with it... reaching... crawling... scratching... clawing... ...and finally making it to the ropes! Big pop!] JD: Referee Rodriguez is right there to call for the break. Come on, Rhodes! Break the hold! [Patrick gets right in Rhodes' face with a count.] "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FI-" [Rhodes breaks the hold before the final count that would disqualify him. He angrily snarls at Rodriguez, shoving him aside as he goes to pull Infierno up by the mask.] JD: Both men back to a vertical base... a hard knee to the small of the back puts Infierno facefirst in the corner. Rhodes leans over... [And drives his shoulder into the kidneys of the masked man... again... three times... four times... five times... six times. Rodriguez again screams at Rhodes, ordering him out of the corner.] JD: And again Rhodes shoves Rodriguez aside! Come on! Give me a break! Rhodes pulls Juvy in again... and _snaps_ him over with a hard suplex! Juvy's back is being put through the wringer right now... and it looks like Jeremy Rhodes is thinking ahead. [Pulling Infierno up by the mask, he shoves him backfirst to the corner... and then sets him up on the top rope.] JD: Rhodes is climbing up top. He may be looking for the top rope Falcon's Arrow he calls the Rhodes Special '96. He's standing up on the middle rope, hooking Infierno... [Who promptly drives a right hand into the ribs... and another... and another... and another.] JD: Juvy's fighting back! He's trying to block whatever Rhodes is going for! [Rhodes gets stunned, reaching down to grab the ropes to steady himself... ...and slapping the hand of TORA Wanizame as he does so.] JD: Is that a tag? [Apparently Juvenil Infierno doesn't think so as he leaps into the air, snaring Rhodes' head between his legs... ...and snapping him _all_ the way down to the carpeted floor to a deafening pop!] "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" JD: A TOP ROPE RANA ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE FLOOR! It was desperation time for Juvenil Infierno and that was without a shadow of a doubt a desperation move! Infierno's down! Rhodes is down! But I think TORA Wanizame is the legal man. [Wanizame steps into the ring and with a signal by Rodriguez, he acknowledges the tag was made.] JD: Wanizame's legal... so is Infierno... and TORA's leaning against the far ropes, waiting for Infierno to rise. He may be thinking about that tope con hilo again! We saw it earlier... we may be about to see it again! [Jeremy Rhodes is unmoving... but an exhausted Juvenil Infierno somehow manages to get to his feet... ...exactly what TORA Wanizame was waiting for. The former ZS member sprints at top speed across the ring, leaping through the top and middle ropes again.] JD: TOOOOOOPE CON HILOOOOOOOOO!!! [But this time, a split second before Wanizame can tuck his head for the front flip... ...Infierno deadleaps into the air, snaring Wanizame's head between his legs... ...and _hurling_ him into the section of steel chairs on the floor! DEAFENING POP!] JD: AHHHHHHHHHHHHQUEMORRRRRRRRTAAAAAAL!!! [The fans _explode_ for the incredible move by Infierno and the breathtaking fall by Wanizame.] "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: The fans are on their feet! And I can't blame them! Infierno just _wrecked_ Wanizame's body with that move... TORA's in agony, he can't even move. And don't even look at his cornermates... they're on the verge of tears. [Infierno drags Wanizame to his feet by the hair, rolling him under the ropes into the ring.] JD: Juvy's on the apron... and he's going up top! [The luchador reaches the top rope and hurls himself into the air, twisting his body at the last second to bring his back smashing down across the sternum of Wanizame! Huge pop!] JD: FIRE IN THE SKY! FIRE IN THE SKY! [Exhausted, Infierno simply stays where he is, back pressing the shoulders of Wanizame to the mat.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! [DING DING DING] JD: TORA Wanizame, the first Pacific Champion, has been eliminated by Juvenil Infierno! Infierno scores a big pinfall in this one taking out one of the dark horses to win the whole thing... and suddenly, we're down to six men. Six men remain with the chance to become the first Pro Wrestling Revolution Champion. [Jeremy Rhodes quickly rolls into the ring, throwing Wanizame aside and pulling Infierno into a standing headscissors.] JD: Rhodes is gonna try and steal it! He lifts Infierno up! [And _spikes_ him with a crushing piledriver, keeping his hands locked around the waist.] JD: Oh my god. [The fans begin to buzz at the sight of Rhodes' Cranium Crushing Technique being put to use.] JD: I've seen this before... he goes for a string of three rolling piledrivers. And you can bet that if he hits all three of these, this match is over for Juvenil Infierno! Rhodes is rolling back up to his feet... [But as he does, Infierno does the only thing he can.] JD: He sweeps the legs out! BRIDGING CRADLE!! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! [DING DING DING] JD: INFIERNO! HE DID IT AGAIN!!! [The crowd _erupts_ at the sight of the Ronin Dojo leader being put down by Juvenil Infierno.] JD: Infierno pins Jeremy Rhodes... and take that, Mr. Rhodes! Take that for stealing Matthew Yates from the Dojo! Take that for your lack of respect and honor! [A furious Jeremy Rhodes rolls from the ring, kicking a nearby chair in frustration.] JD: Rhodes is totally irate... but it doesn't matter one bit. We're down to five men! Five competitors battling to become the Pro Wrestling Revolution champion. And would you believe this... we're down to the three M-DOJO students, City Jack, and Tyson Bryson! What a final five this is! [Spotting a vulnerable Juvenil Infierno, Calisto Dufresne slides into the ring, pulling him off the canvas and shoving him back to the corner.] JD: Dufresne's on the attack now... in his typical cowardly fashion, going after the guy weakened by battle. He lifts Infierno up in a fireman's carry... who knows what he's got in mind here... [Suddenly, he lurches forward, throwing Infierno over his head and bringing him ribsfirst down on a bent knee.] JD: Right down on the knee! Dufresne going after the midsection... maybe thinking that he can wear down Infierno a little bit more with some bodywork. Trying to take the wind out of his sails. [Pulling him up by the mask again, Dufresne fires his teacher into the ropes. As he rebounds back, Dufresne hoists him up by the thighs, rotating... ...and _driving_ Infierno spinefirst into the canvas!] JD: Spinebuster! Calisto Dufresne is hitting Juvenil Infierno with high impact shots to the body, trying to put him down for a three count... but he's not even going for a cover yet. He's calling for City Jack?! [Moving over, Dufresne quickly slaps the hand of the big man who steps back into the ring.] JD: Calisto Dufresne has worked very smart in this match, avoiding major conflict... sticking and moving... only coming in when he's got an easy advantage. And then tagging back out to let someone else do more damage. I don't know if the other competitors realize it, but Dufresne's easily the freshest person in the match right now. [City Jack, showing some signs of swelling and bruising from the battle earlier in the night, hits the ropes softly... ...and then _drops_ all his weight down in a giant splash!] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: All three hundred pounds just came crashing down on the prone luchador! That might be it! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [MASSIVE SHOCKED POP!] JD: Juvy got the shoulder up! My god, I can't believe it! I thought for sure he was done for right there, fans. I thought there was no way possible he was getting up from that. [City Jack gets to his knees, looking first at Patrick Rodriguez... then down at the masked luchador in disbelief.] JD: I think City Jack thought it was over too. He can't believe the much smaller Infierno was able to kick out of that. He gets back to his feet though, still shaking his head... pulling Infierno up as well. Bearhug! [The crowd groans a bit at the resthold... ...but then pops as City Jack hoists the luchador up and _rams_ him into the buckles!] JD: Ohhhhh! I knew he wasn't squeezing that hold very tightly! [Still holding the smaller grappler, City Jack backs up... ...and then drives him to the corner yet again!] JD: He's trying to break the ribs of the luchador! Juvenil Infierno's has taken worlds of punishment here tonight from almost every competitor in the match. [City Jack tightens his grip, lifting him a little higher... ...and charges in again.] JD: AGAI- NO! [His grip is too high, instead clearing the buckles and setting Infierno up on the top turnbuckle. City Jack backs up... ...and gives Infierno the moment to leap into the air, hooking City Jack in a front facelock, spinning through the sky... ...and _driving_ City Jack's skull into the canvas! Huge pop!] JD: TORNADO DDT!! INFIERNO GETS AWAY!!! And now he's crawling! He knows he needs to make the tag... he needs to get the hell out of this ring in the worst possible way. [Infierno crawls across the ring, moving towards the corner where Kenta Kitzukawa has his arm extended and Tyson Bryson is in the same position just a few feet closer.] JD: Infierno's trying to get to the buckles! Bryson and Kenta are there! Who will make the tag?! [With a last gasp, Infierno lunges to tag the hand of Tyson Bryson... ...only to have Bryson pull it back!] JD: SON OF A- Tyson Bryson short-armed the tag for Infierno! Juvy was on the verge of getting out of the ring and Tyson Bryson has tossed him aside, leaving him to the wolves. [Kitzukawa angrily shoves Bryson off the apron... reaches down... ...and takes the tag! Massive pop!] JD: In comes Kenta! [Kitzukawa charges into the ring at top speed, just as City Jack gets to his feet... ...and _obliterates_ him with a lariat that turns the big man inside out, dumping him down to the canvas to a deafening pop!] JD: LAAAAAAAAAAAARIAAAATOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! [Kenta backs off, waiting for his rival to get to his feet as the crowd begins to chant.] "KEN-TA" clapclapclap "KEN-TA" clapclapclap "KEN-TA" clapclapclap "KEN-TA" clapclapclap "KEN-TA" clapclapclap "KEN-TA" clapclapclap [With the chant continuing, Kenta Kitzukawa slaps his mighty arm... signaling that he'll attempt another lariat to put City Jack down for a three count.] JD: City Jack using the ropes to get up... staggering to his feet... he's in trouble, fans. [Kitzukawa releases a deafening bellow as he charges across the ring, arm cocked back...] JD: LAAAAAAAAARRRRIAAAAAAAAA- [But as he wildly swings the arm, City Jack ducks under the clothesline attempt... ...and as Kenta turns back around, the Kentucky native hooks him in a bearhug... before hoisting the Osaka native into the air, rotating... and _driving_ him into the canvas with a belly to belly suplex! Massive pop!] JD: METROBOOM! CITY JACK HITS THE METROBOOM! ONE!!! TWO!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! [DING DING DING] JD: Oh my god! Kenta's gone! Perhaps the odds on favorite to win it all has been eliminated by City Jack! It's payback from our debut show... and City Jack moves into the final four. We're down to City Jack, Calisto Dufresne, Juvenil Infierno and Tyson Bryson! One of those four men will walk our of here tonight as the first ever PWR Pacific Champion! [A dejected Kenta Kitzukawa rolls from the ring, his head down as he slowly makes his way back up the aisle to the cheers of the PWR faithful.] JD: That young man held nothing back... but in the end, he just didn't have enough on this night. You have to wonder if deep down, his mind was on this match after what we saw earlier tonight as well. He's been one of the hardest workers in the Dojo, always doing the extra things to make himself a better worker. You can bet this won't dissuade him... he'll get another chance at the gold down the road. [City Jack gets back to his feet, leaning against the ropes and waiting for his next opponent.] JD: Bryson and Dufresne are on opposite sides of the ring arguing with each other. Neither of them want in the match. Oh come on, guys! Give me a break! Both men are pointing at Infierno, trying to make him get in the ring first... trying to get him to get in there with City Jack. [Referee Rodriguez orders Calisto Dufresne into the ring, much to the "Ladykiller's" dismay. He kicks the ropes in anger before stepping into the ring.] JD: Dufresne is in... and he tried to tag Juvy! Juvy was too smart for him though... he dropped down to the floor. And now Tyson Bryson has done the same thing. Calisto Dufresne is stuck in that ring with City Jack whether he likes it or not. [A wary Dufresne edges closer to City Jack who is still leaning against the ropes, sucking wind into his body.] JD: Calisto Dufresne talked a great deal leading into this match... but now that he's in the final four, he's gotta fight to win the title he thinks should be his. [Dufresne throws a jab at City Jack who tiredly slaps it away. Another jab produces a similar response.] JD: City Jack seems exhausted in there... almost like Dufresne could do anything he wants. [And the "Ladykiller" gets the same idea, turning away from City Jack with a cocky grin on his face. He strikes a big double bicep pose for the crowd... ...and fails to notice City Jack crack a grin of his own, winking to the fans.] JD: City Jack's playing possum! Dufresne thinks he's got the Kentucky native where he wants him but- [Calisto slowly turns around... ...and gets cracked upside the jaw with a Metropill that sends him falling back into the corner!] JD: METROPILL! Calisto's trapped in the corner and- [And City Jack's got a bad temper when it comes to cocky sumbitches.] JD: City Jack's on the attack! [Rearing back with the Metropill forearm, City Jack goes to work...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [A forearm bounces off the left side of Dufresne's face.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [One to the left ear causes Dufresne to topple to his right.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [A hard shot to the right side of the face straightens him back up, at which point City Jack grabs a handful of his hair... ...and shows him how a country boy can survive.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [DEAFENING POP!] JD: CITY JACK JUST THREW A- hell, I don't even _know_ how many it was! But he rocked Calisto Dufresne down to his soul... and Dufresne's _out_ on his feet. [The egotistical rookie staggers towards the backed-off City Jack... ...who promptly hooks a bearhug! DEAFENING POP!] JD: METROBOOM! HE'S GOING FOR THE METROBOOM! [But before he can hoist Dufresne off the canvas and plant him with the belly-to-belly suplex, the Ladykiller jabs his thumb into City Jack's eye, momentarily blinding the big man.] JD: Dufresne caught him... and he peels off, looking for a tag... but Bryson and Juvy are on the floor. There's no one to tag for Calisto Dufresne! The members of this match have decided he's either going to eliminate City Jack or he's going to _be_ eliminated. [City Jack staggers towards a waiting Dufresne who lifts the indy superstar up in a fireman's carry... spins with him... ...then spins City Jack out, dropping down to the canvas as he hooks the Kentucky native in an ace crusher, driving his jaw into the Ladykiller's shoulder! Big pop!] JD: A nice show of strength by Dufresne to get someone the size of City Jack up for that. He's got him down... and a cover by the Ladykiller! ONE!!! TWO!!! THR- [BIG POP!] JD: It's not enough! It's not enough to keep City Jack down! [A frustrated Dufresne angrily slaps the canvas, getting back to his feet and kicking the ribs of City Jack.] JD: He's trying to figure out a way to keep the big man down... pulling him up to his feet now. [As he does, he buries a knee in the gut of City Jack. Holding his arm, he loops his leg over the back of City Jack's neck, leaping into the air... ...and _driving_ City Jack facefirst into the canvas!] JD: ROCKER DROPPER! City Jack slammed facefirst to the mat... and there's another cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [HUGE POP!] JD: Still not enough! City Jack won't stay down! He won't stay down for that! [Dufresne angrily gets back to his feet, arguing with Patrick Rodriguez... shoving him back into the corner.] JD: Come on, Patrick! Don't take that from this punk! [City Jack, still on his back, begins to move as Dufresne stalks towards him.] JD: Calisto moving in on the downed City Jack... but City Jack's not going to be down for long if he takes much longer. [Calisto spies City Jack moving... casts an eye towards Rodriguez... then turns to yell at the referee again.] JD: I don't get it. What is Calisto Dufresne doing? [Finally turning back to his opponent, Dufresne grabs the legs of City Jack, preparing to catapult him across the ring... ...but instead gets kicked off by the mightly legs of City Jack, a move that sends Calisto Dufresne flying near Rodriguez... ...and somehow changing course, running right into the official, knocking the referee to the canvas! Huge heel pop!] JD: Oh no! Dufresne was knocked into the official... and if I didn't know any better, I'd say that Dufresne did that on purpose! He got knocked into the referee on purpose! [Down on the canvas with his opponent getting back to his feet, our cameras spy Dufresne dipping his hand into his tights. When he brings it out, it's encased in a set of brass knuckles.] JD: NO! Dammit, that's not how you win a match in PWR! Dufresne's got brass knuckles! Somebody stop him! Somebod- [But as City Jack goes to pick him up... ...Dufresne takes a wild swing, cracking the country boy upside the head and knocking him down to the canvas! Massive heel pop!] JD: He knocked him out with a pair of knucks! Dufresne used brass knuckles on the indy superstar and knocked him cold! [Shoving the knucks into the singlet of City Jack, the Ladykiller dives on top of him as a weary Patrick Rodriguez comes around...] JD: Not like this! Not like this! ONE!!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! [DING DING DING] JD: Son of a bitch! City Jack has been eliminated by Calisto Dufresne... but dammit, no one wanted to see it done that way except Dufresne! We're all here to see a hard-fought, clean match... and that punk Dufresne just spoiled it with his cheating ways! Three men remain... City Jack is gone and that leaves Dufresne, Infierno, and Tyson Bryson as the final three men in this match. [As the referee works on getting City Jack out of the ring, Matt James sneaks up on Infierno and hurls him under the ropes into the ring. Big heel pop!] JD: Infierno's thrown in by Matt James so that Bryson doesn't have to get in there yet! What a jackass! Matt James, after doing relatively little in Bryson's last two matches, has suddenly become a major factor here tonight. Patrick Rodriguez is ordering Bryson up on the apron! [Huge pop!] JD: Patrick's telling him that he's out of the match if he stays on the floor... and look at that tantrum! [Bryson scoops up a steel chair, hurling it at the carpeted floor with rage.] JD: Tyson Bryson reluctantly gets up on the apron... and Dufresne's going to work on Infierno in the corner. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: A series of hard chops in the corner by Calisto Dufresne. Grabs him by the wrist... irish whip... [Infierno races across the ring... then runs up the corner... ...and backflips out, landing behind Calisto Dufresne!] JD: Chickenwing! [And he snaps Dufresne over with a bridging tiger suplex!] JD: Just like he used to win the trios match last month! Infierno's got him hooked, bridging now... ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [The crowd groans with disappointment as Infierno falls to the side, the bridge collapsing.] JD: He couldn't hold the bridge! He's taken too much punishment to the body and he just couldn't hold it! Infierno's disappointed with himself... you can see it in his body language. [Climbing to his feet, Infierno looks down at the dazed Dufresne... and heads towards the ropes.] JD: Juvy wants to fly! It's what he knows best... and he knows if he can hit something like the Fire In the Sky right here, this punk kid is out of the match. Infierno is so close to the Pacific Title, he's gotta be able to taste it right now. [Reaching the corner, he climbs to the second rope... ...where Tyson Bryson is standing, berating him.] JD: Come on! Give me a break! [Infierno, distracted by Bryson, leaps into the air, lashing out with both feet and knocking Tyson Bryson back down to the carpet below! Big pop!] JD: Infierno takes down Bryson... but he allowed Calisto Dufresne time to get back to his feet. Dufresne moves in behind the recovering Juvy... [He quickly ensnares the luchador, setting up for a russian legsweep... ...but instead, he moves forward, bashing Infierno's head into the top turnbuckle!] JD: Oh! Innovative offense by Dufresne... he spins, still tangled... "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" JD: REVERSE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP! He _drove_ Infierno facefirst into the canvas, rolls him over... and a cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [MASSIVE POP!] JD: NO! NO! JUVY GETS THE SHOULDER UP!! [An enraged Dufresne slaps the canvas in anger as he slowly climbs back to his feet, grabbing his head... trying to figure out what to do next.] JD: Dufresne reaches down, pulling Juvy up by the mask... [Suddenly, Matt James jumps up on the apron, calling Rodriguez' focus towards him.] JD: Not again! [With the referee distracted, Tyson Bryson slides into the ring, yanking Infierno away from Dufresne.] JD: Bryson's got him now! He crosses Infierno's arm over his throat... [And hoists the luchador up in a torture rack.] JD: No! He's going for the Cutthroat Driver! He's going for- [Seizing the moment, Calisto Dufresne dips into his boot, quickly withdraws a shiny metal chain... wraps it around his fist...rears back... ...and _pops_ Tyson Bryson right in the jaw! Huge shocked pop!] JD: What the hell?! [The impact of the blow sends Bryson staggering backwards, losing his grip on Infierno who hooks the arms and legs in a crucifix before falling down to the canvas.] JD: Calisto leaves the ring! Patrick- oh my god! He thinks Calisto tagged Bryson in! HE's GONNA COUNT! [A furious Matt James jumps up and down on the apron, screaming...] "HE'S NOT LEGAL! HE'S NOT THE LEGAL MAN!" [But Patrick Rodriguez believes otherwise...] JD: ONE!!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! [DING DING DING] JD: WE'RE DOWN TO TWO!! WE'RE DOWN TO TWO!!! [Matt James angrily screams at the referee... then at Dufresne who cockily shrugs his shoulders.] JD: Dufresne's back in the ring... he knew _exactly_ what he was doing. He knew that he had a better chance against just Infierno... the weakened state the luchador's in... then he did against both Juvy and Tyson Bryson. [Dufresne kicks Bryson from the ring, turning his focus back to the wounded Infierno.] JD: Calisto Dufresne and Juvenil Infierno... student and teacher... one of these two men will be crowned the Pacific Champion in a matter of moments. Dufresne's pulling Juvy up by the mask, dragging him back to the corner again. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [A hard chop rattles across the chest of the M-DOJO trainer.] "Whaddya think of that one, teach?!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "Or that?!" [The running commentary by the cocky Ladykiller draws the ire of the fans, all of them jeering him and cheering on the popular luchador.] "Oh, the fans don't like me? What the fuck will I _ever_ do now?!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [Dufresne continues to throw hard chops, seemingly striking harder the more he gets booed.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "Keep booing, fuckers! I can do this all night!" [The roars of the crowd grow louder... and the chops do as well.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [An injured Infierno clutches the ropes, trying to stay on his feet after the barrage of chops.] "Pay attention! You're about to see history made." [An irish whip sends the masked man sailing across the ring to the opposite corner.] JD: Here he comes! [Charging across the ring, he leaps into the air and drives an elbow into the throat of the masked man... who staggers out...] JD: Boot to the gut... suplex? [Dufresne reaches back to hook a leg... and then rapidly spins to the side, slamming Infierno neckfirst into the canvas!] JD: Fisherman spinning neckbreaker... and we've got a cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE- [MASSIVE POP!] JD: No! Infierno slips the shoulder up at the last second! He refuses to stay down! He knows what's at stake... he knows what's on the line. Juvenil Infierno wants to become the Pacific Champion and he'll go through hell to do exactly that! [Dufresne gets to his feet, angrily stomping the luchador into the canvas.] JD: Calisto can't believe it. He thinks this match should be over... and he's gonna pull out all the stops and try finish this. He reaches down, pulling him up by the mask... [And into a front facelock. Huge mixed pop!] JD: He's going for the Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am! This is what he used to finish off Jeremy Rhodes last month! He's going for that Implant DDT! He lift- [But Infierno drops down to a knee, desperate to block it. Dufresne breaks his grip, grabbing Juvenil by the mask and driving an elbow into the back of his neck once...twice... ...and then scooping Infierno up in a bodyslam... ...and drops down, _spiking_ Infierno to the canvas with a Michinoku Driver! Massive mixed pop!] JD: MICHINOKU DRIIIIIIVAAAAAH!!! COVER!! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THREEEEEEE- [DEAFENING POP!] JD: NO!! KICKOUT!! INFIERNO GETS THE SHOULDER UP IN TIME!!! [An enraged Dufresne grabs the referee by the shirt, shoving him into the ropes... nearly pushing him over the ropes.] JD: He wants a three count! He's screaming at Rodriguez! Patrick's holding up two fingers... he says it was two! [Dufresne shoves the referee aside, pulling Infierno up again... and pulling him back into a front facelock.] JD: He wants the DDT again! He thinks that'll finish it! [In a last second move, Infierno shoves Dufresne off to the turnbuckles... and as he bounces back...] JD: INFIERNORANA!!! HE SPIKED HIM SKULLFIRST ON THE CANVAS!!! A COVER!! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THRE- [MASSIVE DISAPPOINTED POP!] JD: Dufresne kicks out now! Infierno drops down... he thought he had him for sure there but it wasn't enough. He pulling himself up... and I do mean _up_! Juvenil Infierno's going up top! [The masked luchador, knowing that he needs to end this match now, climbs slowly to the second rope.] JD: He's taking too long, fans! Infierno's badly banged up and he's taking too long! [Shaking the cobwebs, he steps up to the top rope... pausing...] JD: He wants it! He feels it! He's about to become the Pacific Champion! [With a bellow, Infierno hurls his body into the air.] JD: FIRE IN THE- "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" [MASSIVE DISAPPOINTED POP!] JD: HE MISSED! HE MISSED! Dufresne rolled out of the way _just_ in time! [Pushing himself to his feet, Dufresne grabs Infierno... pulls him into a front facelock... and lifts...] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" JD: WHAM, BAM, THANK YOU MA'AM!!! HE DRILLED IT!!! [An exhausted Dufresne collapses on top of Infierno.] JD: ONE!!! TWO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! [DING DING DING] JD: God dammit. God damn it all! Calisto Dufresne... why?! Anyone but him! [The crowd explodes in a massive heel pop as Dufresne sits up, thrusting both arms high into the air.] JS: Ladies and gentlemen... your winner of the match... And the first _ever_ Pro Wrestling Revolution Pacific Champion... CALISTO DUUUUUUUUUFRESNNNNNNNNNNE!!! [DEAFENING HEEL POP!] JD: Calisto Dufresne has done it. Calisto Dufresne is your first PWR Pacific Champion. He... man, none of us may like the guy... but you have to admire... nah, no you don't. Of _all_ the men in this match, this is the _last_ guy I wanted to see walk out of here with the Pacific Championship! This is the _last_ guy I wanted to see representing this company! [Jon Stegglet grabs the Pacific Championship Title belt from a ring attendant... and reluctantly presents it to a waiting Dufresne who thrusts the belt into the air.] JD: It's official, fans. Welcome to hell. [And with a thrilled Dufresne jumping up and down, hugging the title belt to his chest... ...we fade to black.]