The show opens on a shot of Wembley Arena. It’s a clear evening in London, the sky is clear and there’s no sign of rain! There are people still waiting to get into the arena as the show is about to get underway. The cameras switch to the back where the corridors are busy with people preparing for the event. We come upon a door inside the arena. Dean Kendall’s name is on it. Inside, we hear the yelling of one VERY ticked off individual!
Voice 1: What da hell?!?!
DK: I said that you’d be in the Championship match. I did NOT say, however, that you’d actually be COMPETING for the Championship!
Voice 1: Why, ya little sonuva…
Voice 2: J! J! Hold up…!
Voice 3: Yeah, J! Boss’s got an idea…
Voice 2: Damn skippy! J… What’cha think about this? *There’s an uncomfortable silence*
Voice 1: Alright… If that’s the way that we’re gonna play… I’m in! Kendall… I told you to play this straight with me… I can tell ya this right now… You haven’t done Cairns or Smith any damn favors!
DK: You’re contractually obligated to call this match straight down the middle! You do ANYTHING showing favouritism to either competitor, and your contract, as well as your running buddies contracts… Are null and void!
Voice 2: It’s all good… I feel ya! You ain’t gots to worry about J doin’ anything outta pocket DURING the match… There’ll be no favouritism shown to either Scotty or Leon. I can guaran-damn-tee it! But I’m gonna tell ya this… And I’d suggest that you clean that crap outta yo’ ears that got built up from havin’ yo’ head shoved so far up yo’ ass…! After that match is over… All bets are off… We won’t do nothin’ to lose these contracts during the match. No interference from either of us. J’ll call it right down the middle. But afterwards… After you’re done dancin’ with Chamelion… Yo’ ass is ours! Count on it!
DK: I’ve told you before… I don’t take kindly to threats…
Voice 2: And you should know by now that I don’t make threats… I make promises… It may not be tonight… It may not be tomorrow night… Next month… Hell… It might not be until next year… But yo’ ass is gonna fry fo’ this! Count on it!
DK: If you don’t mind… I’ve got some last minute preparations to make for my match tonight… I’d suggest that you do the same…
Voice 1: Keep smilin’… I’m gonna shove my fist so far down your throat…
Voice 2: Easy, J… Easy… We’ve got this! Let’s go… We’ve got some plans to make.
DK: Oh… Since you’re on your way out…
Voice 2: Awwwwwwwwww… Ain’t that nice… He gets his own ref’s shirt…
Voice 3: I’d look a hell of a lot better in that than J would!
Voice 1: You can just shut the hell up!
We hear a growl, then watch as the door explodes outward, going to splinters! As the dust settles, the fans of the BWA begin to boo vehemently, a sight that many thought they’d never see again completely filling the camera’s view. He stands at 6 feet, 11 and a half inches tall. His head is bald, his ice blue eyes blazing as he turns back to glare at Kendall. He looks to be in the best shape of his career, heavily muscled, the scar on the left side of his face highly evident. The black leather vest has an airbrushed vulture on it, Instruments of Destruction written in glowing red letters around it. He cracks his neck, then turns around, revealing a huge Western style belt around the waist of the black denim jeans that he’s wearing. The belt spells out VINDICATOR.
V: Kendall… The last time I was here, I took my own “brother” out and put him in the hospital… Now… The bodies are gonna hit the floor again… And this time, we’re gonna show ya that we ain’t the ones to mess with!
Behind him, wearing a nice eggplant-coloured Armani suit with a black shirt and black wingtips, a pair of black leather gloves on his hands and pair of Ray-Bans adorning his face, walks another familiar character to the BWA. The face is that of the black sheep twin of the Pinex clan, Shane.
SP: It’s alright, bro… We’re gonna kick these fools asses like the b*tches they are… And there ain’t a damn thing that any of these punk-asses can do about it!
The last member of the trio is new on the scene. Built like a freight train, thick as a tank, this African-American has a huge grin on his face, a bandana on his head and a length of chain wrapped around his right fist. He’s wearing a grey ripped t-shirt with the name “NEMESIS” airbrushed across the front.
N: I can’t wait to start bustin’ these fools grills… Hey, boss… *Addressing Shane* How long befo’ we start goin’ after belts?
SP: *Looking over his shades* In due time, my brotha… In due time. *He looks back over his shoulder at Kendall* Don’t think that we’re through talkin’… Cuz we ain’t even begun to let you know what we think of yo’ little… “Prank.” You might think you’re funny now… Wait’ll you see how we’re gonna wipe that shite-eatin’ grin right offa yo’ fraggin’ face! *Addressing Nemesis and Vindicator* Let’s get the frag outta here, befo’ I hafta shove my foot up somebody’s ass!
The scene switches views to the inside of the arena, packed with thousands of BWA fans.
SM: Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m Scott Mayo with Dan “The Man” Stevens, welcome to Resurrection!
DS: Coming LIVE from Wembley Arena in association with five, the home of BWA UpRising!
SM: Thanks, Dan, and welcome to the BWA!
DS: Why thank you, Mayo, it’s great to be here, even if it means I have to sit with you for a few hours!
SM: We’ve got a great line-up for you this evening, culminating with our double main event… Scott Cairns and Leon Smith go at it for the BWA Title, and our own Angel battles Angela for the AoWF Title!
DS: And what a way to make our debut in the Alliance of Wrestling Federations, we’re going to put on the show of a lifetime! And, naturally, there are a few talking points surrounding this event.
SM: And you just witnessed the main one, the return of Vindicator and Shane Pinex!
DS: And we’ve got ourselves a special referee match!
SM: We all thought that someone was being added into the match to make it a Triple Threat… but we were all wrong! And the show all begins with the inaugural inter-fed match between W4F head honcho, Chamelion, and our own boss Dean Kendall.
DS: President versus President, it’s going to be wild! Especially if Pinex and co live up to their word!
The arena lights fade out, and the fans booing can be heard as Chamelion’s voice comes over the speakers. “Come with me! Kick It!” then ‘Come with Me’ by Puff Daddy starts up. Moments later, Chamelion walks onto the stage. Attired in black wrestling pants, and a green scaled shirt with a dragon wrapped around his chest, red eyes staring out at us. He stands there, head down with his long dark blonde hair covering his face. He waits, listening to the fans. He then lifts his arm, wipes back his hair and looks up. Chamelion then walks down the ramp to the ring.
SM: Over to Jenny Starr for the first time tonight…
JS: Ladies and Gentlemen, the first match here this evening is the President against President match. It is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring at this time from Nevada, USA is the President of the W4F. He stands at 6 feet 5 inches and weighs 250 pounds, he is Mark Sommers a.k.a. CHAMELION!!
Sliding under the ropes, Chamelion glares around like a hunter seeking it’s prey. He then jumps to his feet and climbs the turnbuckle to play to the crowd.
DS: Here he is, Mayo, the most devious SOB in the AoWF!
SM: Your kind of guy, huh?
DS: Hell yeah!
As Chamelion prepares for battle in the ring his music fades and “Ultrasonic Sound” by Hive kicks in.
JS: And his opponent, coming to the ring from Torquay and being accompanied by Maile and Cica, the President of the British Wrestling Alliance. He stands at 6 feet tall and weighs in at 203 pounds, DEAN KENDALL!!
SM: That’s Tim Worthington’s music, which signals the arrival of Dean Kendall.
DS: Surely that’s Mr Kendall? And what are Maile and Cica doing out here?
SM: Not entirely sure, I think he’s making a statement to Chamelion. He thought he pulled off some big coup when he signed La Stygia, but they left the W4F to join the BWA!
DS: Ah, I see. So why Worthington’s music?
SM: Mr Kendall comes out to Worthington’s music as our BWA Commissioner is competing for the MWA Heritage Title this very night!
DK is in the ring as he and Chamlelion stare each other out.
DING-DING-DING
Referee Paul Golden calls for the bell and the match is underway. The two lock up. The two men test their strength until Kendall pushes Chamelion back into the ropes and knees him in the gut. Club to the back by Kendall and an elbow drop. And another. And a quick cover,
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Chamelion kicks out.
DS: Kendall showing he’s got a little strength, Mayo.
SM: Yeah, a little surprising maybe. Too early for the pin, though. Easy kick-out from Chamelion.
DK pulls Chamelion up but a knee to the gut gains the W4F boss a momentary advantage. Irish whip by Chamelion. He goes for a hip toss but DK reverses it into his own hip toss. Drop toe hold by Kendall. He runs up Chamelion’s back and does a sit down drop kick. Kendall climbs up on Chamelion’s shoulders for a Camel Clutch but Chamelion gets to his feet and falls backwards.
SM: Chamelion uses some ring smarts to get out of a possible Camel Clutch.
DS: Well he is the man who actually wrestles actively, DK doesn’t!
Chamelion then pulls Kendall up and suplexes him over. Chamelion picks DK up and throws him into the corner. Chamelion chops away on Kendall. Irish whip to the opposite corner by Chamelion. As Kendall stumbles forward, Chamelion rams him back into the corner with a high dropkick to the face. Assorted chops and punches in the corner by Chamelion who pulls Kendall out and executes a back suplex. cover by Chamelion.
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SM: No!!! Kendall kicks out.
DS: And now a sitting surfboard stretch from Chamelion!
Kendall powers up and manages to crawl to the ropes. Chamelion goes for an Irish Whip but it is reversed by Kendall. Kendall goes for a drop kick but Chamelion holds the ropes so Kendall misses. Chamelion then misses a big elbow drop. Two right fists by Chamelion. Irish whip by Kendall; reversed by Chamelion. Belly to belly suplex by Chamelion. Both men go for the abdominal stretch but Kendall gets it in first. Chamelion counters it with a hip toss. Chamelion sends Kendall to the corner and follows it up with some kicks to the mid-section. Irish whip to the opposite corner by Chamelion and he charges behind. Kendall gets his feet up. Head scissors take over by Kendall followed by a drop kick. An Irish whip to the corner by Kendall followed by a splash and then a bulldog. A cover,
SM: One….
Two…
NO!
DS: Nice stuff from DK, I have to say. Obviously been training hard for this one.
Reversed Irish whip by Chamelion. Baseball slide by Kendall. Kendall sets up an inziguri but Chamelion ducks the kick and locks in an STF. Kendall eventually reaches the ropes but is injured by the move and is limping. Like a predator sensing blood Chamelion kicks the leg out of Kendall as he steadies himself on the rope. Kendall lands hard on the back of his head. An knee drop to the temple by Chamelion and he grapevines the leg,
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No!!! a kick-out from Kendall. As Chamelion pulls him up he shoots him into the ropes and nails a Spinebuster! He hooks the leg once more,
SM: One…
Two…
No! Kendall is out at two and a half.
DS: Chamelion senses the win now, Mayo, and so do I!
DK gets to his feet and kicks Chamelion who catches the foot. No! Inziguri by Kendall. Chamelion is to his feet but Kendall nails him with a nice roundhouse crescent kick. Chamelion is down. Kendall to the top rope. Attempts the Swandive Head butt… No!!! Chamelion rolls away! DK lands hard and Chamelion wrenches his leg. He then places it on the bottom rope and drops on it. Chamelion slaps on the Boston Crab. Kendall writhes in pain but gets to the ropes. Chamelion brings him up only to send him down with a Manhattan Drop. Again the leg lock. Kendall is in agony.
DS: Here we go, Mayo. Surely Kendall’s puny little legs can’t take much more of this.
SM: You may be right, Dan, you may be right.
Kendall gets to the ropes. Paul Golden breaks the hold. Chamelion is up and suplexes Kendall after holding him up high for at least 10 seconds. He pulls up Kendall who can barely stand and whips him to the ropes. Kendall reverses and sends Chamelion to the ropes. Chamelion jumps up and bounces off the second rope back-flipping over Kendall and bouncing off the opposite ropes, then he grabs Kendall….
SM: RUPTURE!! And a cover…
One…
Two…
THREE!
DING-DING-DING
JS: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, CHAMELION!
DS: Yes! He’s done it! Chamelion pulls out the win in style! Great match.
SM: And the very first match of the new BWA era is won by the W4F President!
Chamelion’s music hits once more as he celebrates in the ring. Kendall is helped out of the ring by Maile and Cica as “Mindfields” by Prodigy interrupts Chamelion’s celebrations.
DS: Hang on, what’s this?
All of the house lights go out. Smoke fills the arena as a blue light glows. As the music kicks in, a very tall man steps out onto the stage, two others flanking him on either side.
SM: HERE THEY COME!!
DS: The Instruments of Destruction stay true to their word!
SM: Vindicator, Shane and Nemesis are on their way out here to pile on the misery for Dean Kendall!
Vindicator slowly walks to the ring. Nemesis and Shane follow.
DS: Vindicator was some big mean bastard in these parts a long time ago, right?
SM: Vinnie was the last man to hold the BWA Title, as well as holding the European and Tag-Team Titles during his time here.
The three men rush the ring and attack Chamelion, Vindicator nails a big-time spear on the W4F boss. Kendall has recovered enough to step back into the ring. Maile and Cica decide to leave Kendall and head to the back. Nemesis grabs Kendall and boots him in the mid-section. As he’s doubled-over Nemesis sets him up for a….
SM: POWERBOMB!
DS: These guys are good, Mayo, I love their style. Coming in here and busting up two Presidents in one swoop.
SM: Something tells me that DK has made a big mistake letting these guys into the company, he really has signed a deal with the devil!
The IoD team leave the ring as Kendall is laid out inside the ring, and Chamelion outside. The cameras switch to the back where we can see that someone is laying out in the parking lot. A close up inspection reveals the man as The Psycho Clown! In the background Jack Blood and Ozmod appear and rush towards their Psycho Circus leader.
JB: Boss, what happened?
O: I thought we were gonna attack Kendall and Chamelion!
PC: Yeah well… I ran into Vindicator and his buddies! Where’s Jiggles?
JB: I dunno, boss.
PC: Damn. She ran off at the first sight of trouble! Help me up, guys. That bastard is gonna pay, mark my words, he’s gonna pay!
The tag-team duo help up their boss as the cameras switch to Maile and Cica sitting on a large equipment case in the garage
area of the arena, seemingly waiting for someone. They sit in silence, both looking somewhat bored, and disappointed. After a short moment, Maile’s cell phone rings, and both girls instantly perk up, into hopeful life.
MD: Hello?! F**k, finally! Where are you, Angel? We got here a little while ago, and… oh. It went through? Kick ass. Yeah, they’re here. What, why? They’re here for u… fine, fine. Yeah, I’ll tell her. How far away are you? [sighs] I see. No, I know you can’t help it. It’s just that my match is right away…
Trailing off, Maile looks down at the floor, heavily disappointed by something. She sits silently, either just not saying anything, or listening to Angel tell her something. A few seconds later, her eyes light up, and a warm smile perks her back up to her normal state.
MD: Yeah, that would make up for it. I miss you. See you in a bit.
With a beep, she clicks her phone off, and starts explaining something to Cica… The cameras switch back to inside the arena.
SM: The Psycho Clown is in the BWA! But his plans look to have been scuppered by the arrival of Vindicator!
DS: I expect that a lot of peoples plans may have just gone out of the window, Mayo. Anyway, we’ve got another fantastic match to look forward to…
SM: Time for the first of our title matches here tonight as Maile takes on Dante for the European Title.
DS: It’s The Fallen Angel versus Mrs Angel!
SM: Quite. And we’ve just seen that Angel has yet to arrive here tonight, while Maile is preparing for her match with Dante.
Lights in the arena cut off. A few sparks flicker from the entrance way as “Something Wicked This Way Comes!” scrolls across the Big Screen. Then, a huge fireball blasts up from the ramp igniting the stage into a fiery inferno. “Before I Die ” by “Mushroomhead ” starts blaring over the PA system. Out from the flames walks Dante.
JS: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is for the BWA European Championship! Our first competitor comes to the ring from Death Valley, USA. He stands at 5 feet 11 inches and weighs in at 226 pounds and is the master of Purgatory. He is “The Fallen Angel”, DANTE!
The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos as Dante stalks down to ring-side as a single light follows him. Once he slides into the ring, the flames die, the music goes quiet and the flames flicker away.
SM: Our first competitor is ready to go in this opening title match. What do you make of these two, Dan?
DS: They both seem like great competitors, with great histories. I’m surprised that they’re this far down the card to be honest!
SM: Well the European Title has been held by some great talent over the years, including Firestarter, Vindicator, Mayhem and Atomikana.
The lights throughout the arena dim to a gentle purple glow, as “Spank” by Kidneythieves blares into life. With each of the dry, ascending bass beats in the intro to the song, the lights flare up to a brighter shade of pink momentarily. As the initial guitar chord kicks in, a small cloud of smoke pours out around the entryway, bringing a series of faint pink and purple lasers into vision. The video screen shows images of both Kidneythieves performing “Spank” in a small garage, full of the cars Maile’s worked on, since making it ‘big’, and imagery of Maile fighting.
-thick drops of rain sound like the way you spanked me-
-your pleasure thrills in every way you make me-
-thick drops…-
-all by myself, and you’re not here to take me-
-my red hot stain still makes you call my ‘baby’-
-tattooed your name, so you won’t forget to claim-
As the smoke drifts off, two figures emerge from it. Maile, and next to her, Cicatriz. A long, black coat hangs down most of the length of Maile’s legs, left unbuttoned, all the way up to her chest. Beneath it, bare feet and legs, and a small pair of black shorts are clearly visible, along with a glittered and jewelled stomach, sparkling in the coloured lighting. Hair pulled back in a loose, short ponytail, partial bangs frame a face filled with purpose, as she slowly, and calmly begins walking down to ringside.
-if I think that loving you could be just like a drug-
-I would try to burn you, but I won’t-
-it’s all your graces, your deadly sins-
-love and hate you, it’s so intense-
-if I could burn you, walk away, not see you anymore-
-I would try to burn you, but I won’t-
Smiling widely now, as the crowd warms to her, Maile casually makes her way down the ramp, glad handing, shaking hands, even posing for the odd Polaroid next to a front row fan, here and there. Sliding under the bottom rope on her stomach, Maile gracefully rolls to her feet, coat flowing wildly and freely behind her, as she does so. With a spin, she hops to a seated position on the middle of the top rope, a good distance from any turnbuckle. From each of said turnbuckles bursts a ball of pink light, which flies in an arc over the ring,
bursting as the four intersect above the centre. Slowly, glitter rains down, as Maile awaits the ring bell with a confident smirk.
JS: And his opponent, hailing from The Desert of New Mexico, USA and accompanied by Cicatriz. She stands at 5 feet 1 inch, and weighs 102 pounds. She is one third of the group known as La Stygia, she is MAILE!
DS: Wow! This girl’s got style, Mayo. What an entrance!
SM: We’re all set to go here, we’re just waiting for Ash Lewis to call for the bell.
DING-DING-DING
SM: And there it is, this one is underway!
Maile charges in at Dante, collar and elbow tie up, and he just shoves her backwards, sending her to the mat. Maile gets up, charges him again. Lock up, same result.
DS: Dante using his size and strength advantage to brush of the first attacks from Maile.
SM: She’s so small, giving away 124 pounds to Dante, and 10 inches in height too.
Maile gets up again, charges again, and locks up again. This time, when Dante leans to shove her down, she drops to her knees. When she drops, he throws his weight right over her, and she stands back up.
SM: Was that a Fireman’s carry from Maile?
DS: I don’t think so, Mayo, she didn’t touch him! He just fell over!
Dante leaps back up to his feet and rushes for Maile, grabbing her and whipping her into the ropes. As she bounces back he catches her and nails a powerslam. Dante goes for a cover but Maile wriggles her way free just before two. Dante pulls Maile’s pony tail and drags her up to her feet, whipping her into the corner. He then steps back a little and nails a superkick! Dante teases the crowd for a moment as he sits Maile on the turnbuckle. He signals for a Frankensteiner….
SM: Big Frankensteiner from Dante as The Fallen Angel is beginning to use some big moves on Maile.
DS: And Maile is reeling after that one, Mayo.
Dante goes for a loose cover,
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Kick-out from the over-cocky pin attempt by Maile. Dante whips Maile across the ring and goes for a big boot. Maile manages to bend over, dodging the boot, and she throws both of her arms up behind her, so Dante can’t ‘turn’ his leg out. Effectively, she traps his leg on her back. She lowers the one arm, spins through a sweep with his leg still on her back, takes his other out with her leg, and stands while she does so.
SM: Amazing reversal from Maile, taking Dante to the mat.
DS: That looks like it hurt, Mayo.
Dante is down and Maile follows up with a standing moonsault into a pin,
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Kick-out from Dante as he tosses Maile aside. Dante gets back up to his feet and grabs Maile once more. He picks her up and nails a Michinoku Driver! He quickly leaps up onto the turnbuckle and launches himself into the air…
SM: 450 HEAD-BUTT!
DS: Nice move!
Dante doesn’t go for a cover, instead pulling Maile back to her feet as he shakes off the side-effects of his last move. He whips Maile into the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Maile sidesteps, flicks up a boot behind her and Dante runs right into it. Dante is dazed and Maile tries to take advantage by pushing him into the corner and going for a Tornado DDT. She leaps off the second rope and begins the move, but Dante is too strong and simply tosses her off, and right out of the ring. Maile hits the apron on the way out, and looks to have landed badly on her right arm. Dante runs against the far ropes and then sends himself flying between the ropes, connecting with the semi-standing Maile with an almighty diving spear!
DS: My god! Has this guy got a death wish? Imagine where his head would’ve been if Maile wasn’t there to soften the impact!
SM: You’re worried about Dante? Maile’s taken a few big bumps here in this match, and she’s just had the wind seriously knocked out of her!
DS: As has Dante, neither competitor moving here, this is great!
SM: Well at least we know that Dante has no problems with striking a woman. We’ll have to wait until later before we find out whether or not Angel can bring himself to do that against Angela!
After a while of not moving, Dante is starting to get back to his feet. He drags Maile to her feet once more and rolls her into the ring. Dante exchanges words with a fan in the front row while climbing back into the ring, where Maile has just about got back to her feet. Dante turns round right into a standing side kick from Maile. Maile then whips Dante into the ropes and goes for a martelo rotado. Dante manages to duck the kick by sliding under it and out onto the apron. Maile spins round and charges in, Dante tries to get a shoulder into the gut of Maile but she leaps over him and over the ropes. She hooks his waist on her way past and nails a big sunset flip to the arena floor. Hopping back onto the apron, Maile jumps straight up, lets her ankles catch the top rope, coming down in a seated position, and lets the rebound fling her through a slingshot suplex to the outside of the ring, onto the fallen Dante.
DS: My oh my, this girl has talent!
SM: And that sunset flip, almost like a powerbomb onto the arena floor. That had to hurt Dante. Those mats you see down there are purely for the aesthetic, there is no give in those mats! This is truly turning into a good old fashioned barn burner!
DS: What?
SM: A barn burner!
DS: I heard ya! Where’s your damn cowboy hat?
SM: What?
DS: You’ve been watching too many of those American federations during your time off haven’t you?
SM: Shut up! Neither Maile or Dante is back to their feet yet.
Referee Ash Lewis had begun to count, and is now up to 5…
6…
7…
A bit of life coming from Maile…
8…
Maile’s up and Cicatriz drags Dante up…
9…
Cica rolls Dante back into the ring and Maile climbs in herself just before 10. Dante struggles to his feet as Maile looks on, ready to pounce. She rushes in with a lightning quick series of kicks, which takes Dante back into the corner. Maile lands a big kick to the mid-section, doubling over Dante. She pushes him out of the corner a little and runs up the turnbuckles, as though they were steps, she does a short back-flip off of the top one, bringing her legs down, across the back of Dante’s exposed neck.
SM: STYGIAN LULLABY! This could be all over now for Dante…
DS: Maile makes the cover…
SM: One…
Two…
Thr…
Dante manages to kick out just in the nick of time, much to Maile’s surprise. Cicatriz yells some encouragement Maile’s way as she holds The Fallen Angel in something between a loose Boston crab, and slingshot leg hook. Maile drags him towards the ring ropes. Still
facing into the ring, and holding Dante’s ankles, she hooks her feet behind the second rope, and hops to a seated position on the top one. Swinging her body backwards, as hard as she can, she slingshots him clear out of the ring, leaving herself hanging upside down, on the outer side of the ropes. Doing a short sit-up, she’s back in her seated position on the top rope, a wicked grin on her face.
SM: That’s the move she calls the Shooting Star, and it just sent Dante shooting out of the ring and crashing into the safety barrier!
DS: But Dante’s up already! He’s just shaken that unbelievable move right off! This guy seems to absorb punishment pretty darn well!
Dante leaps up onto the ring apron, behind Maile. He grabs her head as he leaps the top rope and applies a Dragon Sleeper. He snaps back into an inverted DDT, still keeping the sleeper locked on.
SM: PURGATORY! This is Purgatory!
DS: Dante bridges…
SM: Pinning predicament…
One…
Two…
TH.. NO!! Maile slides out somehow!
Maile manages to wriggle free in the nick of time and gets back to her feet. Maile nails a kick to the mid-section of Dante, she then leaps onto his exposed back, straddling it. Leaning back, she quickly tucks in and swings forwards with as much force as she can, driving her shoulders into Dante’s knees, which in turn flips him into a seated pinning position, with Maile sporting a satisfied smile as the ref counts…
One…
Two…
THREE!!
DING-DING-DING
JS: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner… and NEW European Champion…. MAILE!
DS: Well I’ll be damned!
SM: Maile looks a little surprised at the finish here, but she’s pulled off a great win!
DS: Maile’s weight disadvantage almost cost her, though. The Stygian Lullaby wasn’t that effective on Dante, not enough weight coming down on the guy to put him away. She had to resort to the big move to the outside, but Dante somehow just shook it off!
SM: And he almost became the first BWA European Champion of this new era! But Maile wriggled free and got the Brackish to pick up the win and the title.
In the ring Maile celebrates with Cica as Dante makes his way back up the ramp to the back. The Fallen Angel looks back to the ring, a look of disappointment on his face. He knows how close she came to getting that belt. The scene switches to Nick DeMarco’s office. Huge window, plants in the office, a globe, gold pen on the desk, a paper weight with his name on it, the works. He has his hands folded and is looking at his security guard Mr. Toe, a 500 pound Scotsman who is holding a teddy bear. As the camera pans to Mr. Toe we notice a Pringle’s can has been lodged in its mouth. Mr. Toe pulls out a bag of Doritos and begins placing them in the “mouth” of the teddy.
ND: Hello there! You might know me. I’m Nick DeMarco, former President of the SWA. Sadly, the SWA went down twice, and I was put in jail for embezzling money from the company. However, that was a long time ago, and it is all water under the bridge as they like to say. I am now the Vice President of the British Wrestling Alliance, a promotion that has the potential to be the very best in the AOWF. I’ve thought long and hard about what I would say to you, the fans of the BWA, as well as the superstars of the BWA.
To the fans I say have faith in me, have faith in the BWA superstars, and have faith that the BWA will go a long way. We cannot do this without you. And to the BWA superstars, I am sure there are those of you who will respect me, those who will disrespect me, and those who could give less than a damn about me, but I’ll make it simple. If you are willing to abide by the rules set forth by the BWA and entertain our fans, you’ll never have to see me. I’ll never have to lay down the law, but if you do have a problem with me, or the way things are run here in the BWA, we might be seeing each other more than we would both like to. You knew who you are. And with that I turn the festivities over to my head of security, Mr. Toe.
The camera pans to Mr. Toe who is startled, his mouth covered in orange.
T: I fed Doritos to a bear. What do you think about that, Zack?
ND: Who’s Zack?
T: I don’t know. I heard it on Nickelodeon.
ND: Now Toe, you read the handbook, you can’t watch cartoons, you’re a 35 year old Scotsman. For crying out loud you wear a purple polka dotted kilt! Have some respect and come up with a better way to get these people psyched than that.
T: You mean, the bubble wrap song?
ND: No, anything but that!
T: Oh come on Mr. DeMarco, you said you liked the bubble wrap song.
ND: Yeah, I did Toe, after the first 50 times I’ve heard it since we arrived here today.
T: But the people didn’t hear it!
ND: You sure they want to hear it Toe?
Toe turns to the camera and gets real close to it, flashing a smile. His teeth are orange too.
T: You wanna hear my bubble wrap song?
The crowd goes nuts, laughing as the camera pans over them and then back to Toe.
T: Ohhhhhhhhhhhh…I went to school the other day To see my nephew lad. His name was Al Feldspar, but the locals call him Tad. Oh boy he loves his bubble wrap, and he steals it from the cops. And why is that Mr. D?
ND: *monotone* Because it goes pop.. Oh brother.
T: YEAH! Isn’t that a great song?
ND: Go back to eating your Doritos Mr. Toe.
T: *saluting* Yes El Vice-Presidente!
ND: Great I have Scotsman guard who speaks Spanish. Lovely!
T: Hey Mr. D, are Jekyll and Hyde gonna be here tonight?
ND: I told you how many times now Toe? They’re from the PWA.
T: But can’t we buy them? I need someone to keep me company.
ND: Well I hear the PWA isn’t doing well financially. We’ll see. If you behave I’ll put them under the BWA employee Christmas tree.
T: But Mr. D, there’s twelve days of Christmas in Britain.
ND: Well what else do you want?
T: A frozen pigeon, The Hostess Avenger and Cupcake Boy lunchbox, and ten elves named Lany.
ND: Lany? Ok, that’s it, segment over, back to work Toe.
T: Very well Mr. D.
The scene switches back to the arena where Linkin Park’s “One Step Closer” is playing and Don Mega is making his way to the ring.
JS: The following match is set for one fall. It is the Hardcore match to determine the BWA competitor in the AoWF King of Extreme Title Match. Coming to the ring from Hong Kong, weighing in at 289 pounds and standing 6 feet 5 inches tall, DON MEGA!
Mega just about gets to the ring when Thug rushes down the aisle, slides into the ring and attacks him from behind.
DING-DING-DING
SM: Forget the introductions, folks, this one is already underway!
DS: And the referee didn’t even wait for the other two guys in this match!
Mega and Thug are going toe-to-toe in the ring as the giant screen shows that Northern Soul and Viktor Kaine are fighting in the locker room!
DS: This is crazy, this four man Battle Royal has started up in two locations!
SM: We seem to have two matches at once at the moment!
Viktor Kaine has grabbed Northern and throws him into the lockers. Northern composes himself and launches himself at Kaine, nailing a spear into the door! Back in the ring Thug lays on the mat after a series of suplexes from Don Mega, who has gone under the ring and pulled out a table. Mega sets the table up on the outside and rolls into the ring again, pulling Thug to his feet. Mega nails a shot to the gut of Thug and gets him into a head scissors, looking for a powerbomb out of the ring and through the table! He hoists Thug up but Thug manages a reversal and drives Mega’s head into the canvas. Thug makes a quick cover,
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Kickout from Mega.
SM: Nice reversal from Thug, as both men look for the early elimination.
DS: Yeah, this is a Battle Royal match, so it’s the last man in who wins that KoE title shot.
In the back Northern has dragged Kaine into the lobby and they are making their way to the arena entrance. They come through the curtain with Kaine in a Northern Soul headlock. But Kaine overpowers Soul for a moment and back drops him onto the entrance ramp. Kaine then puts the boots to Northern Soul before dragging him, by a leg, to the ring. He pulls Northern to his feet and tosses him into the ring, where Don Mega has just applied a leg lock on Thug. Kaine pushes Northern into a corner and then drags Mega away from Thug, whipping him into Northern. Then Kaine pulls up Thug and whips him into both Northern and Mega!
SM: Kaine beginning to look the better man here, Dan.
DS: He’s taking the match to the other guys.
Kaine riles up the crowd a little as he charges in and splashes all three of his opponents in the corner! Kaine taunts to the crowd once more, but Northern Soul is back up and runs in at Kaine, taking him down with a bulldog. Northern then follows up with a snap suplex and a couple of elbow drops. He goes for a pin,
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Kick-out from Kaine. Mega and Thug are locked up again and Mega whips Thug into the ropes… Snap Spinebuster! Mega again locks on the head scissors, still looking for a powerbomb through that table. Northern Soul arrives on the scene just as Mega hoists up Thug. Northern sweeps the legs of Mega. Mega drops Thug in a sort of powerbomb, and then falls on him, head-butting his groin. Mega holds his leg in pain as Northern pulls him back up and takes him down again with a suplex. Kaine has now turned his attention to the fallen Thug, and looks for a powerbomb of his own. Kaine hoists up Thug and…
SM: SUPER-POWERBOMB!
DS: Out of the damn ring and through that damn table! Damn!
Kaine turns back around and signals to Mega… “That’s how you do it!” Kaine slides out of the ring and makes a cover on the fallen Thug…
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THREE!!
SM: Thug has been eliminated here, and Kaine is really picking up some momentum!
Kaine slides back into the ring, a trash can in hand. He pulls Northern away from Mega and nails him several times with the weapon. Northern goes down and Mega rushes for Kaine, dropkicking the trashcan into the face of Kaine! Mega goes for a cover but Kaine kicks out quickly. Northern grabs Mega from behind and nails a release German Suplex, with Mega landing with his head on the trash can! Northern goes for a cover,
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Kick-out from Mega. Northern drags Mega up and nails a brainbuster, again Mega’s head lands hard on the now practically flat trashcan. He goes for a cover again,
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Kick-out again from Mega! Northern Soul looks surprised at how Mega could kick out after such punishment. He points at Kaine, who’s been watching from the corner, and shouts “help me put him away!” Kaine walks over and pulls Mega off the mat. He gets him set for a Russian leg sweep as Northern climbs the turnbuckle. Northern and Kaine pull off a diving spear/Russian leg sweep combo! Northern covers Mega, and Kaine adds his weight into the mix,
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THREE!!
SM: Don Mega is eliminated, but it took two men to keep him down for the three count!
DS: Northern did what he had to do, putting aside rivalry with Kaine to eliminate Mega.
Kaine pulls Northern up and takes him down with a clothesline. He straddles Northern’s chest and goes off on his face with frantic lefts and rights. Northern quickly turns it around putting his legs on Kaine’s arms reversing the mounted punches into a pinning predicament. Northern gets a two count before Kaine kicks out and is back on his feet. They lock up in the middle of the ring, Northern gets the upper hand with a hammer lock. Pushing Kaine towards the ropes as he comes rebounding back Northern locks in a sleeper hold. Kaine’s arms are flailing about reaching for the ropes as he drops down to one knee. The ref lifts Kaine’s right arm thinking he is out it falls once, but not twice, as Kaine struggles to his feet. Delivering elbows to the gut of Northern Soul until he finally gets free. Viktor runs toward the ropes and comes running back as he delivers a devastating clothesline that sends Northern down to the ground. Looking down at Northern, Kaine then runs at the ropes again and drops and elbow directly into Northern’s sternum. Kaine goes for the cover hooking the leg,
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SM: And Northern kicks out as Kaine doesn’t even get a two count.
Kaine and Northern back on their feet they start to go back and forth exchanging lefts and rights. Kaine swings with a hard right but Northern blocks it with his arm, he kicks Kaine in the gut hunching him over then grabbing his head he hits a swinging neckbreaker driving the back of Kaine’s head into the mat. Northern, not happy yet, picks Kaine up off the mat and whips him into the ropes as Kaine comes bouncing back Northern violently slams Kaine to the mat with a powerslam. Northern quickly grapevines the leg…
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No! Kaine shoots the shoulder up before the three count.
SM: Nice action here, Dan, these two are really going at it!
DS: Not enough weapons, Mayo! This is a hardcore match after all!
Northern Soul picks Kaine up from the mat and attempts to send him to the ropes but Kaine reverses and sends Northern outside of the ring to the concrete. Kaine is posing for the jeering fans and yelling that he owns Northern Soul. As Northern gets to his feet and stumbles back to the ring Kaine bounces off the ropes and does a feet first slide attempting to nail Northern, but he dodges it. The momentum from the slide carries Kaine outside the ring and he picks up Northern. Northern knees the big man in the gut and grabbing a hand full of Kaine’s hair Northern begins to violently slam Kaine’s head into the mat over and over again until finally the ref comes in and rips Northern away from Kaine. Northern swings and knocks the ref to the ground and turns back to Kaine, grabbing his hair again he begins once again to slam Kaine’s head into the mat. Then running he throws Kaine into the ring post, Kaine’s head bounces off the steel post and sends him to the ground.
DS: My god what a shot that was!
SM: And Kaine is busted open now!
Northern rolls Kaine back in the ring. He picks up Kaine again and puts his head between his legs. He signals as the crowd cheers but Kaine smacks Northern over the head with the trash can as he falls to the mat. Kaine then places the trash can in the centre of the ring and picks up Northern. Kaine nails a cradled piledriver, a move he calls the Stain of Mind, Northern’s head hits hard onto the trashcan.
SM: That’s the Stain of Mind from Viktor Kaine, right onto the trash can! A cover…
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THREE!!!
DING-DING-DING
JS: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, VIKTOR KAINE!!!
SM: Northern Soul has just got himself a bad headache and Viktor Kaine has himself a shot at the AoWF King of Extreme Title!
DS: What a great match it was, I thought Northern Soul had it for a while, the way he bashed Kaine about outside the ring!
SM: Don’t forget folks, still to come is out double main event. Scott Cairns takes on Leon Smith in what’s become a special referee match for the BWA Title, with the returning Vindicator as referee! And then we have Angel taking on Angela for the AoWF Title!
DS: And I’m hearing that Angel has yet to arrive here at Wembley Arena!
SM: Angela’s here. I saw her and Matt Attict out the back before the show started, no sign of any MoA guys though.
DS: Shame.
SM: What do you mean, shame? I’d rather not have the MoA around here. The IoD looks as if they’re out to cause enough trouble, we don’t need the MoA getting involved!
DS: Hey, did you see Matt Attict’s limo back in the parking lot?
SM: Yes I did, that’s one expensive looking car!
DS: I’ll say. Not a patch on my Ford Cortina, mind.
SM: Your Cortina? That lime green piece of crap is yours? How long have you had that thing?
DS: 21 years next month! I bought her with my first pay check!
SM: You’ve had the same car for 21 years?
DS: Ah, enough about cars, lets get back to business! Time for a little TLC!
SM: Tables, Ladders and Chairs, my friends! It’s the three way Tag-Team TLC match for the BWA Tag-Team Titles!
DS: And there they are, hanging 40 feet in the air!
SM: The first team to grab those belts, wins them!
“Lee” by Tenacious D hits the PA and both Scott Lee and Michael Hardcastle, accompanied by Jessica Parker, appear on the ramp as gold pyro shoots into the air.
JS: The following match is for the Tag-Team Championship. The first team in this match hail from Hollywood, California, USA. They come at a combined weight of 473 pounds. They are Scott Lee and Michael Hardcastle… THE HOLLYWOODS!
Lee and Hardcastle strike poses for the crowd before confidently strolling to the ring and awaiting the start of the match. “Psycho Circus” by Kiss kicks in as Jack Blood makes his way to the ring while Ozmod showboats down the ramp playing to the crowd and teasing his opponents.
JS: Our second team are a combined weight of 490 pounds and are made up of “The Jack of All Trades” Jack Blood and Ozmod The Great….. THE PSYCHO CIRCUS!!
“Ming’s Theme” by Queen then kicks in, and from a puff of smoke out comes Mick the Merciless and Faceless the Minion. Mick rears back and laughs maniacally, before making his way down to the ringside area, clad in a purple cape that covers his entire body. He climbs in the ring, as Faceless shrugs off to the corner. Mick raises his arms in victory, one hand a clenched fist, the other holding his spatula of death.
JS: And the final team in this match come from an Ultra Super Super Secret Lair and weigh in at a combined 462 pounds. They are Mick the Merciless and Faceless the Minion…. THE VILLAINOUS FIENDS!!
SM: Well all three teams are in the ring and ready to go at it here.
DING-DING-DING
DS: And referee Mark Dagger calls for the bell. I gotta say that everyone better beware of Mick in this match. That Spatula of his… that could leave a nasty graze!
All six men go crazy inside the ring for a moment until Scott Lee tosses Faceless the Minion over the top rope. Faceless uses this opportunity to grab the ladder and set it up just outside the ring. He climbs it quickly and looks set to leap onto the five men still brawling in the ring. Just then Hardcastle whips Mick the Merciless into the ropes, which knocks the ladder slightly. Faceless looks in shock as the ladder topples over and he crashes to the arena floor!
DS: Ooh, what a fall!
SM: And so early in the match! How’s Faceless going to recover from that one!
Hardcastle has taken Mick down with a Spinebuster and heads to the top rope, looking for an elbow drop. The Psycho Circus have just double-teamed Scott Lee in the other corner and now head for Hardcastle. Michael spots them coming and takes them both down with a flying double clothesline. Mick is back to his feet and is attempting to sneak up behind Hardcastle, who is taunting the crowd. But Faceless has put the ladder up again and looks to launch himself onto Hardcastle. He jumps into the ring but Hardcastle spots him and dodges, Faceless instead takes out Mick the Merciless much to the amusement of the crowd!
SM: What a mistake from Faceless! He’s not having a great match so far!
DS: Well he’s an evil sidekick, Mayo. That’s what evil sidekicks do, mess up royally! Did you never watch Dastardly at Mutley at work?
With all six men in the ring again it’s complete chaos until Jack Blood and Ozmod both slide out of the ring, leaving the Hollywoods and the Fiends to go at it. Jack grabs a table, and Ozmod the ladder. Jack sets up the table on the entrance ramp, and Ozmod slides the ladder into the ring. Mick spots the ladder coming in and manages to land a baseball slide onto it, pushing it back into Ozmod’s face. Ozmod stumbles back and falls onto the table that Jack Blood just set up. Mick rushes up onto the turnbuckle and dives onto Ozmod, putting him through the table! Jack Blood looks on in amazement before grabbing Mick and laying into him. Back inside the ring the Hollywoods are double-teaming Faceless, who attempts to call out to his boss. Hardcastle sets up Faceless for a German suplex, and he nails the move. While Hardcastle is still holding onto Faceless, Lee connects with a drop kick from the second rope onto the Minion! Hardcastle drags Faceless up again and nails another German Suplex, and again with the leg drop from Scott Lee. Hardcastle pulls Faceless up for a third German suplex and Lee nails a third leg drop from the second rope!
SM: Great double-teaming from Lee and Hardcastle!
DS: Nice combination of moves too, the German Suplex and the Leg drop!
Ozmod is still laid out as Blood and Mick brawl up the aisle. Blood nails a snap suplex and heads back to get a chair. He grabs a chair and rushes for Mick, who rolls out of the way, Blood nailing the floor instead of his opponent. Mick sweeps the leg of Blood, who falls backwards, and the chair flies out of his hands and lands on his face! Mick sets the chair up and pulls Blood back to his feet. Mick whips Blood towards the ring, but pulls him back again and nails a Flapjack… Bloods face landing right on the seat of the chair!
DS: SWEET JESUS!
SM: That’s gonna leave a mark! Blood is busted open after that flapjack onto the upright steel chair!
Mick celebrates as he walks back towards the ring, where he is met by Faceless as Mike Hardcastle throws him out of the ring. The Villainous Fiends crash to the floor as Scott Lee grabs the ladder and tosses it into the ring for Hardcastle to set up. With Blood, Ozmod, Mick and Faceless all down Hardcastle begins to climb for the belts.
SM: This could be it, we could have a great win for The Hollywoods!
Ozmod has begun to stir, and Scott Lee cuts him off. Mick is also back up and manages to slide into the ring. He rushes for the ladder and dropkicks it! Hardcastle falls off the ladder as it falls, and he lands right in front of the commentary table! Lee and Ozmod are both back in the ring, and Blood and Hardcastle are also getting back to their feet. Mick puts the ladder over his head and begins to spin around and around. Lee attempts to go for Mick but is smacked in the head by the ladder and goes down. Ozmod tries, and he too gets smashed in the face. Blood is back in the ring and lunges for Mick, but he too goes down from a ladder shot to the chops.
DS: Nice technique from Mick here, taking out all comers!
SM: But surely he’s going to be very dizzy now!
Mick stops spinning just as Faceless climbs back into the ring. Mick sets up the ladder and looks set to climb, but he’s so dizzy he misses the first step and falls over! Faceless then rushes for the ladder, and begins to climb. He gets half way up when Michael Hardcastle slides back into the ring and climbs up the other side. The two meet at the top and Hardcastle out powers the Villainous Fiend. Hardcastle hoists Faceless onto his shoulders!
SM: MY GOD NO! NOT THE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER FROM UP THERE!
Hardcastle signals that the DVD is his intent, but Mick stumbles into the ladder whilst trying to stand up again, and Hardcastle looses balance. Hardcastle falls backwards, and lands an inadvertent Samoan Drop from the top of the ladder!!
DS: HA HA HA! This is hilarious! I’ve never seen such great comedy!
Then the ladder falls onto Hardcastle… right into his groin!
DS: OOOH! I take that back, there’s nothing funny about that!
The entire male portion of the audience Oooh’s along with “The Man” as Mike Hardcastle rolls around on the mat. Ozmod and Jack Blood have helped each other up, and they grab the ladder, using it to clothesline Mick the Merciless. Outside the ring Scott Lee has set up two tables, and made his way around to the opposite side of the ring. Ozmod picks up Mick and Blood grabs Hardcastle. Blood nails the Black Jack, while Ozmod pulls off a release Fisherman Suplex. They then set up the ladder and both climb together, one on either side. Scott Lee spots his chance and slides back into the ring. He pushes the ladder and it topples over, Jack and Ozmod fall out of the ring and through a table on the other side! Scott Lee goes to grab the ladder but Faceless is back up and nails a Reverse DDT. Faceless kicks Lee out of the ring and sets up the ladder once more. He begins to climb but Hardcastle is back up again and grabs hold of Faceless….
SM: POWERBOMB!! Faceless is out of it!
Hardcastle then begins to climb the ladder and reaches the top, his finger tips just touching the belts but he’s not high enough to grab them. He gets ready to step onto the top of the ladder as Mick the Merciless manages to get to the ladder. Hardcastle still can’t get the belts off as Mick climbs up after him. Mick nails Mike between the legs, and looks for a Superplex off the ladder! Hardcastle still has one hand on the belts and as Mick pulls off the big suplex the belts come loose. Hardcastle lands hard on Faceless the Minion and Mick somehow ends up with the belts in his hand.
DING-DING-DING
JS: Ladies and Gentlemen your winners, and NEW BWA Tag-Team Champions…. Mick the Merciless and Faceless the Minion…. THE VILLAINOUS FIENDS!!!!
SM: My God! How the heck did Mick pull that one off?
DS: No Idea, Mayo. Somehow he came away with the belts in his hands! But poor poor Faceless! He’s taken quite a few big bumps in that match!
SM: But it’s earned him the right to call himself a champion! Folks, you are watching BWA Resurrection, LIVE from Wembley Arena!
DS: In association with five, the home of BWA UpRising!
SM: So we’ve had the European and Tag-Team Title’s decided here tonight, and the Internet and BWA Title’s still to be decided.
DS: As well as the big AoWF Title Match between Angel and Angela.
SM: And I believe that Angel still has not shown up here tonight! Still no sign of Angel ahead of his big match. Scott Cairns and Leon Smith have been fairly quiet too, Dan. Let’s go backstage with Dave Crawford, our new reporter, to see what’s going on.
The cameras switch to a corridor leading to the locker room areas a we see Dave Crawford holding his microphone, looking at the names on doors. He comes to a door with “DA MAN” written on and knocks. There is no answer, so he knocks again. After a short while the door opens and Scott Cairns sticks his head out.
SC: What do you want?
DC: An Interview… just a few questions.
SC: No, I don’t think so. I’m busy preparing for my match. All I’m going to say is that tonight I will walk out of this arena as the BWA Champion, despite anything that Leon Smith or Vindicator may try. I know that Vinnie is one mean bastard. And I know that Leon is some kid of Disco Legend. But they are not Da Man. You are not Da Man. Scott Baio, Nick Carter… they are not Da Man. I am Da Man. And that’s all there is to say!
Cairns slams the door again as Crawford backs away and continues to walk down the corridor. He comes across the door labelled “FUNKY”. He knocks and after a short while Hipcat Harry answers.
HH: What do you want?
DC: An Interview… just a few questions.
HH: I don’t think so, kid. Leon’s busy preparing for his match. But I will say this…. Leon Smith will walk out of this arena as the BWA Champion… we’re not worried about the inclusion of Vindicator. He may be a big, ugly SOB, but he is not Funky. Scott Cairns is not Funky, kid, neither are you Funky. Scott Baio, Nick Carter… they are not Funky. Leon is Funky! And that’s all there is to say!
Harry slams the door in Crawford’s face. He turns and walks down the corridor where he bumps into Vindicator!
DC: Hey, Vindicator! Can I have an interview… just a few quick questions.
V: No. But I will say this….
DC: Oh lord no, not again!
V: Shut up, fool! I just want to say that I am DA MAN! and I am FUNKY! And I’m going to referee this title match tonight the way it should be officiated…… straight down the middle. But Cairns and Smith should be in fear to argue with me. Because if they get in my face… after the match is over, into their lives A SH!T LOAD OF PAIN MUST COME!
Vindicator storms away as Crawford looks into the camera.
DC: Back to you, Scott!
The cameras switch back to the arena where the crowd are getting ready for the InterContinental Championship match.
DS: Well that told, Crawford!
SM: And we can tell from that piece that Cairns and Smith are in deep preparation for their match a little later on this evening. But before the BWA Title is decided, we have the small matter of the Internet Title.
DS: And has anyone heard from Atomikana yet? Chris Greene warned him to stay away… and I think he may have, Mayo!
SM: No word from the former Cruiserweight and European Champion in the past three weeks, Dan. I don’t know what’s going to happen now!
“Defy You” by The Offspring plays over the PA as Chris Greene walks to the ring with Nici Rydell at his side. There is a no nonsense look on his face, and Nici looks just as serious, only prettier.
JS: The following match is for the BWA Internet Championship, and is scheduled for one fall. Our first competitor is making his way to the ring at this time, hailing from Jacksonville, USA and being accompanied by Nici Rydell. He stands at 6 feet 4 inches and weighs 240 pounds. He is the master of The G-Buster…. “The G-Man” CHRIS GREENE!!
Nici and Chris climb in the ring and Chris holds his hands in the air as Nici presents him to the crowd.
DS: Time to find out whether or not Atomikana is going to show….
Korn’s “Faget” kicks in and Atomikana walks to the ring looking around as if he doesn’t know where he is. He jumps of the ropes and poses in the far turnbuckle, liking the crowd attention, but seemingly unaware of why he’s got it!
JS: And his opponent comes to the ring from Manchester. He stands at 6 feet 1 inch and weighs 215 pounds. He is the former BWA Cruiserweight and European Champion, and is the master of the Ultima 87…. ATOMIKANA!!!
DING-DING-DING
SM: Well, he’s here! He looks a little groggy though!
Atomikana turns to face Greene once the bell sounds and Greene instantly nails a superkick to the face of his opponent.
SM: That’s the Ultima 87! That’s Atomikana’s move!
DS: Someone tell that to Chris Greene, he’s just knocked Atomikana the hell out!
Greene pulls Atomikana back to his feet and looks set for a suplex. He hooks a leg…. G-BUSTER!!!
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THREE!!!
DING-DING-DING
SM: What the hell just happened?
DS: That’s the damn shortest match I ever saw! Was Atomikana drunk or something?
JS: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and NEW Internet Champion… “The G-Man” CHRIS GREENE!
Greene grabs his new belt, smiles slyly and slips out of the ring to celebrate with Nici Rydell. As the two begin to walk back up the aisle they are met by Maile and Cicatriz.
DS: What are these two up to now? They keep appearing out here!
Maile and Cica smile and giggle at Chris and Nici as the walk past, a look of confusion on the face of Chris Greene.
SM: I think these two have been up to something.
Maile has a microphone.
M: Hey, Chris. Next time you decide to talk trash about La Stygia, think twice. You don’t know who you’re messing with!
The giant screen flickers into action as we see the locker room. Atomikana is preparing for his match, uttering something about breaking the silence. Then Cica is seen walking past, behind Atomikana. She rubs something on his lower back and continues to walk. Atomikana turns to see her, but thinks nothing of it and continues his preparations. After a few seconds he rubs his head and sounds like he’s trying to say something, but his speech is slurred. The footage ends.
M: Take that Internet Title of yours home and be glad for what you have. Coz you might not have it very long! And, babe, don’t mess with Angel. He’s a man, and you’re just a boy…. at least that’s what Nici tells me!
Maile and Cica laugh again as they head to the back, leaving Greene and Nici bewildered.
DS: So La Stygia drugged Atomikana somehow?
SM: It would seem so! Whatever that was Cica rubbed on Atomikana’s back, it was pretty quick to get working!
DS: But why? Why not drug Greene?
SM: Mind games, Dan. It’s all about messing with the other guys head. Of course, I don’t need to do that out here. Your head’s already pretty messed up!
DS: Thanks!
Just then “Ultrasonic Sound” hits for the second time tonight. Dean Kendall, along with Nick DeMarco make their way to ringside.
DS: What’s this all about?
SM: No idea, Dan, they’re not scheduled to be out here. I guess they have something to say ahead of the Main Events here tonight.
DK grabs a microphone as the music fades. He begins to address the crowd.
DK: Ladies and Gentlemen, some news. Many of you may be wondering why I agreed to let the Instruments of Destruction into the company. But I’ll explain all some other time. The news that I want to divulge to you comes from a meeting between myself and the other presidents of the AoWF. MoA member, Silverback, has challenged each of the AoWF fed’s major champions. Which would include the winner of our next match. So… at UpRising, on 28th October, Silverback will be welcomed into the BWA for one night to face Leon Smith or Scott Cairns. I have no problem with this, because it will just go to show the world that the best that the BWA has to offer will be superior to anyone else in the AoWF!
The BWA fans cheer at Kendall’s comments.
DK: And there’s one other thing that….
Suddenly all of the house lights go out.
Voiceover: THIS IS DANGEROUS! OPEN UP YOUR HEAD, FEEL THE SHELL SHOCK!
SM: Here we go again!
Smoke fills the arena as a blue light glows. The IoD logo flashes across the screen, followed by images of Shane, Nemesis and Vindicator in action. As the music kicks in, Vindicator steps out onto the stage, his referee shirt on. Vindicator stops at the centre of the stage and stands, his head down. Sparklers go off in front and behind him in the shape of “V’s”, smoke and the light of the sparklers hiding him from the crowd. His head snaps up, his eyes locked on the ring as he cracks his neck, then heads to the ring.
DS: This could be bad news for Kendall and DeMarco!
As Vinnie closes in on the ring, DK and Nick climb out of the ring and look to rush off through the crowd. But Shane Pinex and Nemesis are sat in the front row. DK and Nick turn and disappear through another part of the crowd.
DS: Ha! Run, boys, run!
SM: It’s not a good sign that the two men in charge of the BWA are scared of the talent!
DS: Ah, who cares, let’s just sit back and watch Scott Cairns and Leon Smith bash the crap out of each other!
SM: It’s time for the first of our main events! Over to Jenny Star!
JS: Ladies and Gentlemen it’s time for the match to determine the new British Wrestling Alliance Champion! The match is scheduled for one fall, and is a special referee match. Already in the ring is the referee for this match, former BWA Champion, VINDICATOR!!
The lights dim down and the opening chords of “Iron Man” by Black Sabbath come through the speakers. Immediately the crowd knows their going to see something special. As Scott “Da Man” Cairns steps through the curtain, the crowd erupts. They see who it is and start chanting.
JS: The first competitor comes to the ring from New York City, USA. He stands at 6 feet 4 inches and weighs 250 pounds. He is the former BWA Champion who is master of Da Bomb…. “DA MAN” SCOTT CAIRNS!!
Cairns’ smirks and begins to make his way to the ring. As he climbs up the the edge and stands there gazing through the crowd as if looking for something, he raises his right arm to the sky, fist clenched.
DS: Cairns doesn’t seem fazed by the fact that his old foe, Vindicator, is out there for this match.
SM: He’s not someone who allows things to get to him, Dan. He’s a veteran of the ring, with a great wrestling brain. We’ll have to see how he deals with Leon Smith, a bit of an unknown quantity to many in the BWA.
James Brown’s “Soul Power” begins to play out over the PA system as Hipcat Harry leads out “Funky” Leon Smith. The Funkettes follow behind Smith, dancing along with his entrance music.
JS: And his opponent hails from parts unknown. He comes to the ring being accompanied by Hipcat Harry and the Funkettes. He stands 6 feet 6 inches tall and weighs in at 254 and a half pounds. He is “The Disco Legend”…. “FUNKY” LEON SMITH!!!
Smith blanks Vindicator as he walks past him and signals to the crowd. Hipcat Harry joins the commentary team, with the Funkettes stood behind the announce position.
DS: Harry, you are a genius. Thank you for bringing the Funkettes this way!
HH: No problem, Stevens. Mayo, good to be out here.
SM: Good to have you here. How do you see the match now that Vindicator has been added to the mix?
HH: It’s not going to make a difference, Mayo. Leon will still prevail and walk out of here as the BWA Champion. And then bring on Angel next week, and Silverback on the 28th October… he’ll be ready for anything!
DS: That’s if Angel ever shows up, he’s still not here you know! Well it looks as if everything is set for this one anyway, let’s get this show on the road!
DING-DING-DING
SM: Vindicator calls for the bell and this one is underway! To the victor, the BWA Title!
Smith and Cairns stare each other out for a while, not keen on making the first move. Cairns signals for a test of strength, and Leon hooks up with the former champion. Smith gains the upper hand, getting a knee up into the gut of Da Man. He takes Cairns down with a club to the neck, and follows up with an elbow drop. Smith bounces back off the ropes and looks for a jumping elbow drop, but Cairns rolls out of the way, gets back to his feet and nails a jumping elbow drop of his own. Cairns quickly grabs the legs of Smith and looks for the Sharpshooter, but Leon grabs hold of the ropes. Cairns doesn’t let go of the hold, and Vindicator warns him to let go. Cairns does let go, while staring at Vinnie.
HH: Ooh, you can smell the tension between these two.
DS: At least Vinnie is calling it right!
Smith gets back to his feet and rushes for Cairns, who is still staring out the giant referee. Cairns hits the mat hard after a big clothesline, then gets dragged back to his feet and taken down again with a suplex. Leon Smith dances for a few seconds before connecting with a leg-drop. He goes for a cover, but Cairns kicks out before Vindicator even gets down to start counting. Smith pulls Da Man back to his feet before tearing into Cairns with knife edge chops as the crowd voices their pleasure with thunderous “Whooooo’s”. Smith whips Cairns to the turnbuckle and follows him in with a handstand back elbow to the face. Cairns’ body hits the canvass with a thud. Smith bounces off the rope and executes a flying knee drop to the back of Cairns’ head. He then pulls the man up and lays in a chop. Cairns’ chest turns bright red from the blow. Smith picks him up in a vertical suplex and brings Cairns crashing to the canvass. Leon with the cover….
SM: One…
Two…
And Cairns kicks out at two and a half.
HH: This is what I’m talking about, guys, Smith is turning it on right here!
Cairns is up again as he and Leon circle. Smith gets into his battle pose. They lock up. Smith ducks behind. Cairns reverses it. Snap mare by Leon. Cairns works his way to his feet, bends Smith’s elbow back and reverses into a head lock. Smith elbows his way out and sends Cairns off the ropes. Shoulder block by Cairns as he bounces back. Off the ropes Cairns ducks a back elbow but gets shoulder blocked to the mat.
DS: I’m glad to see that Vindicator is staying out of the way as these two go at it, he’s doing the job of a proper referee.
Cairns tries a hip toss but Smith blocks and reverses. Dropkick by Smith as Da Man is getting to his feet. Another attempted dropkick but this time Scott sidesteps and Smith crashes to the mat. Cairns grabs the legs of Smith and kicks him in the groin.
SM: Low blow from Cairns, and Vinnie shrugs it off! He’s letting him bed the rules a little!
HH: Hey, that’s not right!
DS: No, he’s just letting them go at it. We all want to see a winner, no-one wins if it’s a DQ. I say good referee!
SM: That’s because you don’t want him to beat you up!
DS: It’s because I like this style of fighting, I hope the AoWF World Title match is like this. That’s if Angel ever shows up!
SM: Apparently, folks, Angel is yet to show here at Wembley!
Cairns pulls the Funky One to his feet and pushes him into a corner before whipping him into the opposite corner. Cairns charges in and connects with a clothesline, following up with a Bulldog. Cairns grabs Leon’s legs and locks in the Boston Crab. Leon struggles for the ropes as Vinnie watches to see if he makes it. After a long struggle Smith manages to grab the bottom rope, but Vindicator doesn’t flinch and keeps looking… not calling for the break. Eventually Smith manages to use the ropes to drag himself up, powering out of the hold. He connects with an elbow to the head of Cairns and hip-tosses him out of the ring! Smith stares at Vindicator on the inside as Scott Cairns grabs a chair on the outside. Cairns slides in, with the chair, and goes to hit Vinnie with it. Vinnie manages to avoid the chair shot and pulls the chair away from Da Man, shaking his finger at him. Leon rolls Cairns up from behind…
One…
Two…
Reversal from Cairns,
One…
Two…
Kick-out from Smith.
HH: I don’t get it, Vinnie is calling the pins fairly, but not stopping low blows and stuff!
DS: I don’t understand it either… but it’s fun to watch!
Vinnie still has the chair in his possession, and tosses it to Leon as the two men get back to their feet. Leon looks surprised, but doesn’t hesitate to nail Cairns over the head with it. Leon throws the chair to one side as he makes a cover on the fallen Cairns.
One…
Two…
NO! Cairns has a leg on the ropes, and Vindicator actually stops the count.
HH: So now he actually spots the rope-break!
SM: I think I understand now! Vinnie doesn’t want the match to end, he wants the two men to destroy each other on their own, without getting involved himself. He’s doing whatever he can to make the match last longer!
Leon pulls Cairns to his feet, and looks for a suplex. Cairns blocks it and hoists Smith into the air instead. He twists him round onto his shoulder and nails a big slam. He pulls Leon back up again, getting set for a suplex, hooking the leg…. PerfectPlex!
One…
Two…
Kick-out from The Disco Legend! Cairns looks to pulls Smith back up again, but Vindicator instead hands him the chair! Cairns sets the chair up in the middle of the ring before whipping Smith off the ropes and pulling off a drop toe hold. Smith’s face hits hard on the chair.
HH: Oooh! Damn, that’s gonna leave a mark!
DS: These two really tearing into each other, this is GREAT!
Cairns tosses Leon over the top rope, and follows him to the outside. Cairns whips Leon into the ring steps, and Leon shits hard. Cairns pulls him back to his feet again, and rams his head into the security railing! Cairns then applies the standing head scissors before hoisting Smith into the air…..
SM: CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!!
DS: AND SMITH LOOKS OUT OF IT!!
HH: SON OF A….
Vindicator leans over Smith to check on him, and passes him the ring bell, without Cairns noticing. As Cairns then goes to pull Leon back up again, Smith blasts him with the ring bell. Now both men are down, and seemingly out. Vindicator watches and laughs, not counting either man out. Eventually Smith begins to move, and gets back to his feet with the help of the Funkettes. Smith goes over to Cairns and pulls him up, rolling him back into the ring. Cairns’ face is busted open, and blood pours down his body. The Disco Legend seems low on energy as he makes a loose cover,
One…
Two…
NO! Kick-out from Cairns! Cairns has enough life left in him to get out of the pin! Smith and Cairns take a while to get back to their feet, and they eventually hook up again. Cairns gains the upper hand as he gets a kick to the mid-section of Smith. He applies the standing head scissors again, signalling for Da Bomb!
SM: It could be all over here, guys!
Smith manages to trip Cairns up. He holds onto his legs and springs him into the turnbuckle! As Cairns stumbles out of the corner he is met with a Superkick! Cairns crashes back into the corner again, and Leon follows up with a series of Kung Fu punches and kicks! Cairns looks ready to fall when Smith nails a big Implant DDT! Funky spins on the mat before signalling to the crowd that it’s all over! He pulls the bloodied Cairns to his feet and applies his own standing head scissors….
HH: DISCO DROP!! DISCO DROP!!
DS: HE GETS HIS MOVE!
SM: Into a cover,
One…
Two…
THREE!!!
DING-DING-DING
JS: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and NEW BWA CHAMPION… “FUNKY” LEON SMITH!!!!
Hipcat Harry leaves the announce position as he goes to celebrate with Leon in the ring.
DS: He’s done it, he’s the new BWA Champion!
SM: And I’m surprised that Vindicator didn’t get himself involved, he just let them both go at it!
Back in the ring, Vindicator holds Smith’s arm in the air as he passes him the BWA Title. Suddenly Vinnie grabs the Title back and blasts the new Champ with it, and then Harry. Vinnie pulls Smith back up, drops the belt and nails a Hangman’s neckbreaker onto the belt. Vinnie then pulls the crimson faced Cairns back to his feet, and nails a Pyramid Square Driver, also onto the belt.
SM: Ah, this is sick! Vinnie suddenly takes out both the contenders here, after they’ve exhausted themselves from that match!
Vindicator applies a Dish Served Cold (Rings of Saturn) on an unconscious Leon Smith, as Nemesis and Shane jump into the ring from their front row seats. Shane begins an attack on Harry as Nemesis applies a Dragon Sleeper on the erstwhile Cairns until officials finally come down to try and sort things out. Eventually the Instruments of Destruction leave the ring together, to a very loud chorus of boo’s.
DS: What is that guys problem? He was never meant to be a part of this match, and they persuaded Kendall to add him to the mix. Why bother destroying two of the best guys in this federation?
SM: Because he’s pissed off, that’s why Dan!
DS: But why?
SM: Because, technically, Vinnie never lost the BWA Championship. The company closed while he was still the champ. He wants back what he sees as being his. If you see what I mean. Folks, you are watching BWA Resurrection, LIVE from Wembley Arena!
DS: In association with five, the home of BWA UpRising! And it’s time for the big one, Mayo, the second of our Main Events here tonight!
SM: The BWA’s very own Angel takes on the champion, Angela, for the AoWF World Title!
DS: Can someone please tell me whether Angel has actually shown up here yet?
SM: There’s no word from the back yet.
JS: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for the second of our Main Event’s for this evening. The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the AoWF WORLD TITLE!!
Referee Andrew Woodford is ready in the ring as Angela’s music hits.
JS: Making her way to the ring, accompanied by Matt Attict, is the current AoWF World Champion. She is ANGELA!!
Angela and Attict make their way to the ring, to a chorus of boo’s from the BWA fans.
DS: I know nothing about this woman, Mayo. Do you?
SM: Very little, I must admit.
The lights fade out to pure darkness, as a pair of large, black angelic wings appear on the video screen above the entryway. They hover in the dark, not moving. Slowly, they begin flapping, and gaining speed. Finally, they give one powerful thrust, and shatter, which triggers a plethora of special effects throughout the arena. A faint blue glow picks up, bringing the rose petals which have been falling around the ringside area, and entryway into vision. The sound of cutting air, followed by a short explosion is heard, as blue sparks rain down across the entryway, and a veil of water flows into life, across it. The instrumental of “Zerøspace” by Kidneythieves begins pumping loudly through the building’s sound system. The song goes on, with no vocals, as the video screen shows a combination of Angel’s fight highlights, and Free Dominguez singing. This goes on for awhile, as nobody emerges at the top of the ramp.
SM: Angel’s entrance is in progress… but no Angel!
DS: Shame, cos what an entrance!
The curtain of water parts, as two figures silhouetted behind it step out, quickly. Maile and Cicatriz. Maile having the European Title over her shoulder. Pausing at the top of the ramp, they look unsure of what they’re supposed to do. The song restarts, and the crowd begins to get restless, as both girls step to either side of the entryway, and wait. A few moments later, the video screen’s feed cuts out, and brings up a view of the garage area, as a black Toyota Supra speeds in. A silver Chinese dragon painted down each side brings that intangible feeling to even the unfamiliar fans in the arena. They know who this is. A loud cheer erupts, as the car flies past the parking attendant, and right through a set of triple doors, into a wide hallway. Barely making one of the sharp turns in the back of the arena, it continues on its route. Feed on the video screen resets to the wings, and the entrance routine from before starts over again.
DS: Something tells me that was Angel!
SM: And just in the nick of time!
DS: Better late than never, Mayo!
The sound of an inline six cylinder engine is dangerously close now, as it seems to have stopped for something, revving impatiently. Immediately, some ring attendants appear from the entry way, and widen it, by pushing the side pillars further apart. The blue glow comes up. The sparks cut out. The water flows. And that car emerges from between Maile and Cicatriz, with an extra body. Free Dominguez, singer of Kidneythieves, the band that performs La Stygia’s entrance music sits casually on the roof, brandishing a microphone She smiles proudly, modelling a La Stygia spaghetti strap tank top, as the car slows its roll, Maile and Cica hopping onto the hood. Raising the microphone, Free begins a live semi-performance for the BWA viewers.
-i am a fallen zero-
-below the glaciers of the evil-
-i am a golden superhero-
-above the sun and all the people-
DS: Nice touch!
SM: Hang on, Dan, Free Dominguez isn’t the only other person coming out here with Angel!
As the car makes it’s way down the aisle, we see four people flanking the vehicle, unrecognisable to many BWA fans. The Supra pulls to a stop at the bottom of the ramp, driver’s door popping open, as Angel steps out. Another surge in the cheer of the crowd. More black rose petals begin falling, along with a wall of blue sparks on each side of the ring. Pausing to give Maile a greeting kiss, Angel tugs off the black Kidneythieves tee he was wearing, which gets a cheer from the female portion of the crowd, and tosses it into the sea of fans. Rising to a kneeling position on the roof of the car, Free gets to a harder part of the song, as Angel rolls through the sparks, which fade, and into the ring.
-space in your face, i’m gonna drink the fucking ocean-
-’cause i ain’t from a coast, i’m just coasting-
-said i was an afterthought you’d bring along-
-well who you after now, bitch?-
-run, mother fucker, run!-
Shuffling down the windshield of the car, Free slides into a seated position between Maile and Cica. The wall of sparks comes down, not as thick this time, as Angel flows through some Capoeira offensive forms in the centre of the ring. The sparks fade off to a light trail of fading smoke, as he casually strolls over to his corner of the ring, with a sly grin on his face. The song fades out, as Free finishes up singing her bit of it for now.
-i am the means until the end-
-i move a mountain with my hand-
-and i’m floating high-
-but i’m always down-
-skip or trip to face the space or fake in this-
JS: And the challenger is being accompanied by Maile, Cicatriz and members of the MoA. He stands at 6 feet tall and weighs 204 pounds. He is the master of the AngelWhip DDT… ANGEL!!
DS: The MoA? Who are those guys?
SM: If I’m right… they’re The Machine, Nightstryker, Silverback, Punisher!!
DS: Silverback? Is he the guy that’s coming here to take on our champ?
SM: The very same, Dan. On October 28th it’ll be Silverback against Leon Smith in a non-title match up. It is sure to be an UpRising not to miss!
DS: So why the hell are MoA guys out here with Angel and the rest of La Stygia?
SM: I’m guessing that La Stygia has teamed up with the MoA. C’mon, Dan, doesn’t take a genius to work that one out!
In the ring, Angela and Matt Attict have cleared out of the ring and watch in horror as members of La Stygia and the “good” MoA play up to the fans. Eventually the house lights come back up again. Maile, Cica, Machine, Nightstryker, Silverback and Punisher clear out of the ring and Angel calls for Angela to get in and start the match.
DING-DING-DING
The BWA’s Senior Referee, Andrew Woodford, starts the match as Angel and Angela stare at each other for a while.
DS: Here’s where we find out whether or not Angel can bring himself to hit a chick!
SM: Chick?
Angela rushes in for Angel and connects with a series of flashy looking kicks, which takes Angel down. Angela shouts down at the MoA guys as Angel gets back to his feet. He could grab Angela from behind, but stalls. She spins round, thanks to a warning from Attict, and nails a spinning kick to Angel’s face. Angel leaps back to his feet again and Angela manages to connect with a kick to the groin of the challenger. Angel’s face turns to one of anger.
SM: Angel not wanting to hit Angela early on, but that low blow may have just changed things!
Angel grabs Angela and whips her into the ropes. He takes her down with a drop toe hold, following up what looks to be a regular Texas Cloverleaf. He leans back, lifting Angela into the air and nailing a powerbomb variation. Angel pulls her up again and nails the powerbomb again before leaning back and spring-boarding Angela over. Her face hits the mat hard, and Angel releases the hold.
DS: Nice move!
SM: He must really be pissed after that low blow, that was the Misanthrope ’98!
Angela gets back to her feet and rushes for Angel. Angela goes for a cross body, but gets caught by Angel. He gets a half
surprised look on his face, not being used to being able to catch and toss his opponents around. Lifting her across his chest, he raises her to a military press, and tosses her over the top rope, and a bit of a ways up the entry ramp.
SM: Whoa, Angela goes flying!
Smirking, Angel bounces off of the far ropes, and after a long, lazy cartwheel, he goes into a standing moonsault over the top rope. He connects onto Angela.
SM: Starshine! So early on in this match, Angel comes off with two of his biggest moves!
DS: And the MoA are making sure that Attict can’t help Angela! But they’re not getting involved themselves. This is good, they’re letting these two go at it.
Angel rolls Angela back into the ring, and Angela gets back to her feet before Angel gets into the ring. She blocks him off as he climbs up onto the ring apron and brings him in courtesy of a suplex. She then slips through the ropes and lands on Angel with a springboard leg-drop. She makes a cover, but Angel kicks out at one. Angela pulls Angel back up and whips him into the corner. She follows in with a series of kicks and chops to the challenger and then Monkey flips him out of the corner again. She leaps up onto the turnbuckle, and waits for Angel to get back to his feet. As he does Angela launches herself into the air, taking Angel down again with a Missile Dropkick. Angela covers again,
One…
Two..
Kick-out from Angel.
SM: Angela putting together a good offence, here, Dan.
DS: Not enough to put Angel away just yet though.
Angel gets to his feet, and is met by a spinning heel kick from Angela. Angela follows up with a series of elbow drops as Angel goes down. She grabs the legs of Angel, and drags him over to the side of the ring. She puts his head under the bottom rope before leaning back and spring-boarding him up into the ropes! Andrew Woodford warns Angela as she pulls Angel away from the ropes and heads to the top rope. She goes for a moonsault, but Angel rolls out of the way. Angel leaps up and spots Attict at ringside. Attict taunts Angel, so Angel rushes towards the rope, slides under the rope and baseball slide Tornado DDT’s Attict on the way past!
SM: Nice move from Angel. But he’s letting himself get distracted, Attict is not in this match, Angela is. Leave Attict to the MoA guys!
Angel steps back into the ring as Attict goes to stop him, but Machine and Silverback step in to intervene. Attict backs off. Angela is back up and as Angel turns he sees her rushing for him. Angel sidesteps, and kicks out the backs of Angela’s knees as she runs past. This takes her legs out from under her, and sends her flying feet first between the top two ropes, and outside of the ring. She lands hard on the mat, right at the feet of Attict. He helps her back to her feet as Angel plays to the crowd with an exhibition of flashy kicks and spins.
DS: You gotta give it to the guy, he knows how to put on a show.
SM: But you have to wonder about how he’d fare against the bigger stars. I mean, next Monday he has a title match against Leon Smith.
DS: It’s not the size of the dog in the fight… it’s the size of the fight in the dog!
SM: Quit stealing Angel’s lines!
Angela gets back into the ring, as she was beginning to get counted out by the referee. Angel waits on the other side of the ring, Maile and Cica giving him a little advice. Angela goes for Angel but Angel cartwheels out of the way. Staying in a hand-stand, Angel manages to connect with a Handspin kick. Angela doesn’t go down, until Angel follows up with a rising jaw kick. Angel grabs Angela and sits her on the turnbuckle, facing out of the ring. He then nails a Spider Suplex, remaining on the turnbuckle. He follows up with a split-legged Moonsault into a cover.
One…
Two…
SM: Kick-out from Angela after a nice series of moves from Angel.
DS: He definitely has the upper hand at the moment.
Angel grabs Angela once more, and applies a standing head scissors. He hoists Angela up, looking set for a powerbomb Angel holds her on his shoulders. Rather than slamming Angela down, he falls backwards. Still holding onto her he rolls backwards, into a Boston crab. Stepping forward, he places his feet in front of each of Angela’s shoulders, and bridges backwards, pulling the crab as far as he can. Angela yells out in pain, and attempts to reach the ropes.
SM: That move is the Poetic Tragedy, and it could spell the end for the champion here.
Attict tries to help Angela, pushing the rope nearer to her. Punisher grabs him and pulls him back, the rope pinging back into Angela’s face. Attict looks to rush Punisher, until he becomes flanked by Nightstryker and Machine. Suddenly Attict backs off again. In the ring, Angel still has the Boston Crab locked on, although Angela is nearer to the ropes now. Eventually she manages to get one finger on the bottom rope. Andrew Woodford breaks the hold, forcing Angel to let go of his opponent. Angel steps back and waits for Angela to get back to her feet. She turns as Angel goes for a superkick, but Angela moves out of the way, meaning that Angel is left with one leg stuck over the top rope! Angela begins to use this to her advantage as she sends in a series of kicks to the one standing leg of Angel. Angel manages to block a kick with his hands and pushes Angela back a little. He manages to free his leg, and then looks for a spring-board dropkick, but Angela dodges. Angela then locks on a Boston Crab of her own, pulling Angel into the middle of the ring. Angel screams out, but manages to get one leg free of Angela’s grasp. Angel, now in a half crab, gets his free foot up behind Angela’s head and pushes her forward. This results in her falling to the mat head first, and him rolling back onto her. He leaps up onto the ropes and balances there while Angela gets back to her feet. Angel bounces a few times before jumping, and taking his opponent down with a Hurracanrana! He makes a cover,
SM: One…
Two….
NO! Kick-out from Angela after that high-flying manoeuvre!
DS: He’s impressive, no doubt about it! But he’s gotta stay on top of his game, not get distracted by Attict. Because then Angela could get dangerous. We’ve seen her pull out some good moves, but she’s not had the momentum of Angel.
Both competitors are back to their feet and look at each other, in a bit of a stalemate. They eventually hook up and Angela takes Angel down with a hip-toss. She follows up by leaping up onto the turnbuckle and connecting with a top rope leg-drop. Instead of a cover she pulls Angel to his feet, whips him into the ropes and nails a spinebuster. She runs to the ropes and looks for a springboard moonsault, but Angel rolls out of the way. Angela realises and lands cleanly on her feet, Angel behind her. Angel grabs her, looking for a reverse DDT, but Angela spins out of it and nails a reverse DDT of his own. She runs to the ropes again and this time connects with the springboard moonsault. Andrew Woodford begins the count,
One…
Two…
Kick-out from Angel.
DS: The challenger stays in the match, as Angela begins to build up some momentum. She obviously heard me!
SM: Nice series of moves from the champion. She’s one tough SOB.
DS: Surely that’s DOB, Mayo. SOB is son of a…
SM: Yeah, we know.
DS: So DOB must be daughter of a….
SM: Ok, I’m with ya.
Angel back to his feet, and Angela connects with a kick to the mid-section. She looks for a powerbomb, but Angel manages to reverse it into a Hurracanrana! Angel rushes to the ropes and as Angela gets back up he nails a Springboard Moonsault DDT!!
SM: ANGELWHIP!! That’s the AngelWhip DDT!!
Angel makes a cover,
One…
Two…
THREE!!
DING-DING-DING
JS: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and NEW AoWF WORLD CHAMPION…. ANGEL!!!
DS: He’s done it!
SM: What a great evening for the BWA, as Angel becomes the AoWF World Champion!
Angel begins to jump up and down in the ring, as he is handed the belt. Maile, Cica, Free Dominguez and the MoA crew all climb into the ring as the celebrations begin. The lights dim a bit as the instrumental of “Zerospace” starts playing, Free Dominguez starts singing again. Black rose petals fall, like the entrance, along with a bit of confetti and some balloons. Maile tackle hugs Angel, Cica grins from ear to ear. Angel passes the belt around to Maile, Cica and the MoA gang. Matt Attict and Angela look on from outside the ring as the giant screen sparks into life. Fate, Nick Ridel, Cole and Creed are waiting in the car park with bats and chains. Fate has some words for Attict.
F: Hey Matt, its been a while. Surprised to see me here? I’m just laying the groundwork for the MoA right here in Britain, courtesy of La Stygia. I’m sure they can have plenty of fun. But while I was walking around back here, I came upon an expensive-looking limousine… I believe its yours, am I correct? You might call this an act of vindication.. as I’m not particularly happy with you right now. But I tell you what… if you happen to have a problem with my current courses of action, feel free to take it up with me at Night of Armageddon. Sweet Dreams, Matt.
Fate begins to attack the limo, and those surrounding him all join in. Within a few seconds the vehicle is wrecked. Back in the arena Attict and Angela run up the aisle, heading to the car park. In the ring Angel is up on the shoulders of Punisher and Silverback, his AoWF Title held high in the air. Machine has Maile on his shoulders as she holds aloft her BWA European Title, and Cica is on Nightstryker’s shoulders, just for the fun of it!
SM: Well we’ve come to the end of the show, folks. And what a show it’s been. Angel is the new AoWF World Champion! La Stygia and the MoA have teamed up to see off Angela and Matt Attict. Leon Smith is the new BWA Champion, but Vindicator wants a piece I’m sure. We’ve seen the intro of the IoD, the return of the Psycho Clown and so much more. Make sure you tune into five next Monday night as we return for UpRising!! For Dan “The Man” Stevens, this is Scott Mayo saying Good Fight, Goodnight!
The show comes to a close as La Stygia and the MoA celebrate in the ring.