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Post by Reprobate on Jun 10, 2010 2:05:20 GMT -5
Fade in from black, Matt Baily and West Newhaven stand in the ring as the pumped up crowd cheers.
Matt Baily: Hello and welcome to PWA Wrestling on HBO! My name is Matt Baily, alongside Mark Snider. Tonight, we come to you from the DeSoto Civic Center in Southaven, Mississippi. At this time, please welcome our guest, JOSEPH APPICE!
Appice's theme hits and out he comes. He makes his way to the ring as the crowd gives him a positive reaction. He finally enters the ring and shakes hands with both Baily and Snider.
Matt Baily: Joseph, last week you overcame the challenge and FINALLY pinned Angelo Samuels. Regardless of what West Newhaven says... you proved your worth not once, but twice that night. You went on to pin former World Interbrand Champion Rayn. Joseph, do you have any words for your fans out there?
Baily extends the mic for Appice to speak, but before he can, "In da Club" by 50 Cent hits on the loudspeaker. Everyone in the ring turns in confusion to the stage as West Newhaven leads Angelo Samuels out... alongside a black man we've never seen before. They walk down to the ring, and West Newhaven shows off his backstage pass that reads "HBO." West grabs the mic from Baily as the fans chant "ASSHOLE!"
West Newhaven: Now in case you didn't notice, Baily... I'm out here with the America Slangster Angelo Samuels, and his new tag team partner.... my pet project, Darius T. Jackson. Now if you've noticed, Baily... I've got this pass around my neck for a reason. Since the PWA refused to treat West Newhaven with any respect, West Newhaven decided to treat the PWA the same. I dropped the PWA for bigger and better things... such as... a high paying position as an HBO Executive! That's right, bitch! I'M OFFICE! Now, allow me to lay down the ground work. As the new executive producer of this show, I'm here to give YOU some bullet points about how to get the talent over. NUMBER ONE. There is to be no more reference to "WRESTLERS." From now on, when you talk about the warriors in this squared circle, you're referring to the PWA "SUPER STARS"!!!
Baily rolls his eyes at West's stupidity as he continues on.
West Newhaven: NUMBER TWO.... MARK SNIDER. There is to be NO making fun of the wrestlers just to put yourself over! Let me tell you something, Snider. You've got heat! You've got bad, bad heat with the boys. You can't just go around laughing off everything Angelo Samuels does. This man is a KILLER! He is the hand picked successor to Damian DeNiro, and you will treat him with some god damned respect! NUMBER THREE. From now on, there will be NO sanctioning of any sort of no disqualification rules matches! I'm thinking of running for Senate and I wouldn't want my wrestling background embarrassing me and being fuel for my political opponents!
Ths crowd stops chanting and begins plainly booing Newhaven.
West Newhaven: That means... NO BLOOD!
The crowd boos loudly.
West Newhaven: NO CHAIRS!
The crowd boos even louder.
West Newhaven: And last but not least... NO MORE JOSH THE JERSEY BOY!
The crowd starts up a "JJB!" chant at West, who shakes it off.
West Newhaven: So Baily... Snider. Good luck, and if either of you two screw up, I'll take your damned mics away and do the job myself. Now THAT'S a shoot!
Newhaven goes to leave but turns back to Appice.
West Newhaven: Oh... by the way, Joseph... is it Applegate? Appeitie? Appecio? Whatever your name is... I've got a job opportunity for you.
Appice looks to Newhaven with a questionable look on his face.
West Newhaven: That's right! The chance of a lifetime. Get it, Jackson.
The "new" black wrestler beside Angelo goes to the outside and grabs something from under the ring.
West Newhaven: Now... we've all heard of Duke "The Dumpster" Droese! We've all heard of T.L. Hopper! But tonight, you have the chance to show everyone in the world, all of those fantastic, cutting edge personas wrapped up in to one! TONIGHT... WE BRING TO YOU... JOSEPH "THE JANITOR" APPICE!
Jackson comes back in to the ring with a large janitor's broom in his hand, and a bucket with a mop in the other. Jackson begins mock sweeping the mat.
West Newhaven: Because, Appice... in 2010, the PWA needs a "common man!" We need a blue collar worker to appeal to the middle class demographic! We need someone who's going to... SWEEP... the competition! We need somebody who's going to... WIPE THE FLOOR... with his opponents! So what do you say, Appice? Are you ready to suit up for the hottest new gimmick in professional wrestl- whoops! I mean... SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT!!!?
The intense crowd begins booing West's ridiculous phrasing and begin chanting "FUCK HIM UP, JOSEPH, FUCK HIM UP!!!"
The crowd then groans as Appice takes the broom with a smirk on his face. He mock wipes the mat as the crowd begins booing as if he had just joined the taliban. Appice then begins smiling and reaches his arm out to shake with West. Baily and Snider ditch the ring in protest as the two shake... but Appice won't let go. Appice's demeanor then turns cold as he pulls West in, and hits a big headbutt to the new HBO Executive. West rolls out of the ring to avoid further damage as Angelo and Jackson double team Appice from behind.
Matt Baily: Hello? Are these headsets on?
Mark Snider: I can hear you, can you hear me?
Matt Baily: Yes, but probably not for long, as long as West Newhaven has anything to say about it!
Samuels and Jackson stomp on Appice and West then rolls in, grabbing his head, to join in on the stomps. He still has his mic in hand.
West Newhaven: SEE... THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS TO THAT "RASSLIN" PIECE OF CRAP. AND HE'S JUST LIKE ALL OF YOU... "RASSLIN" PIECES OF CRAP! BECAUSE EVERYBODY GETS THEIR ASS KICKED BY THIS NETWORK. WE ARE HBO. THE HUGE BUYRATE ORGANIZERS! AND WIN OR LOSE.... WE'RE ALWAYS THE DRAW!
Matt Baily: Well! Isn't that just precious?
West then throws the mic down and raises the arms of his new tag team. Suddenly, "96 Quite Bitter Beings" by cKy hits on the loudspeaker and The Acidic Rayn comes from the back. The three, not wanting to get in to any trouble, vacate the ring quickly as Rayn enters. Appice slowly starts to pull himself to his feet as Brendan Reynolds enters the ring. West, Angelo and Jackson are then seen leaving to the backstage area.
Brendan Reynolds: This match is set for one-fall to a finish, with a fifteen minute time limit! Introducing first... from Brooklyn, New York. He weighs 235 pounds, the Cranial Architect, JOSEPH APPIIIICCCCEEEE!
The crowd cheers on Appice, who pulls himself up to his feet, grabbing the back of his head in pain.
Brendan Reynolds: His opponent... from Chicago, Illinois... THIS is the ACIDIC RAAAYYNNN!
Matt Baily: Joseph Appice had a well deserved night on the 30th. He won his match over Angelo Samuels, despite ANYTHING that West Newhaven says or does, and then impressively eliminated Rayn in the Survival of the Sickest match. This is next match up is a big chance for him to solidify his name in this company, but can he do it after that ridiculous assault?
Mark Snider: Every single night that a wrestler comes out from the back is a big chance for them, Baily. Appice isn't the type to let that slip from his grasp!
Both men stare from opposite side of the ring. Once the bell rings, Appice and Rayn move to the center of the ring, where Appice immediately nails Rayn with right hand after right hand to the side of the face, five in total! Rayn is able to get his arms up in defense before catching Appice with a kick to the mid-section! Rayn follows up with one, two, three, four knife-edge chops to the chest, staggering Appice, before knocking him down with a clothesline! Appice gets up, Rayn goes for another clothesline, but Appice ducks it! Rayn staggers and turns around into another hard right hand by Appice! Rayn staggers, regains his composure, and gets hit with a clothesline by Appice! Rayn gets up and Appice quickly takes him down again with a Russian leg sweep!
Matt Baily: And there is the Architect, going to work once again!
With Rayn down, Appice climbs up to the second rope and jumps off with an attempted knee drop to the face, but Rayn rolls away just in time and Appice misses. Appice gets up and Rayn gets him back down with an enziguri! He goes for the cover. 1 2 NO! Appice kicks out!
Matt Baily: Appice, showing the will of a warrior by kicking out again!
Mark Snider: He can't be kept down, Baily!
Rayn gets up and picks Appice up as well. Before Rayn can do anything, Appice slaps him hard across the face before whipping him into the corner! Appice walks over to the cornered Rayn and gives him right hand after right hand to the face! He then pulls Rayn away and goes behind before grabbing Rayn's nose and pulling it up, giving the referee a good view of his nostrils!
Rayn screams until Appice releases the nose hold. He then grabs Rayn and takes him down with a backbreaker! With Rayn down, Appice goes to the second rope again and drops down with a fist drop, nailing Rayn in the forehead! Appice goes for the cover. 1 2 NO! Rayn kicks out!
Appice gets back to his feet, followed by Rayn. Before Appice could go anything, Rayn surprises him with another hard knife-edge chop! He quickly grabs Appice takes him over with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Appice's down, and Rayn bends down and screams "This is for you, Frank" before nailing Appice with a few hard rights of his own. Appice slowly gets up as Rayn watches. Rayn goes for another belly-to-belly, but Appice headbutts his way out of it and follows that with a hard right that causes Rayn to stagger into the ropes. Appice pulls Rayn away slightly and locks him in a Sleeper Hold! Appice has the hold locked in for a few moments before Rayn nails him with an elbow and breaks out of it!
Matt Baily: Another move, another turning point!
Mark Snider: I can't believe Appice can hang in there with Rayn for so long!
Rayn ferociously hits another clothesline, then another after Appice gets up, then a third one! Appice gets up again and Rayn hooks him under his arm and takes him down with the Rayn Drop! He attempts another cover! 1 2 NO! Appice kicks out!
Rayn picks Appice up and gets in position for another Rayn Drop, but Appice pushes his way out of it. Rayn comes back, but Appice pokes him in the eye, kicks him in the gut, and runs against the ropes, taking Rayn down with the Running DDT! Appice turns Rayn face up and then goes back to the middle rope. He makes sure everything is fine and then jumps off with another knee drop, connecting to Rayn's nose!
Appic picks Rayn up and immediately locks him in the Iron Claw, starting in a standing position and then slowly making his way down to the mat! Appice makes sure to do more damage on the nose as Rayn screams in pain. After a few moments, Appice releases the hold. Rayn gets up holding his face and Appice attempts a kick to the gut, but Rayn catches his foot just in time! Appice reaches over with his right hand and quickly slaps Rayn across the face!
Matt Baily: And WHAT a sing of disrespect!
Appice then grabs the arms and gets Rayn in the double-underhook piledriver position. BOOM! Rayn is taken down hard with the CRANIAL ARCHITECT!
Just then, Angelo Samuels runs in out of nowhere! He goes into the ring, but Appice catches him with a kick to the mid-section and gets him in position, taking him down with the Cranial Architect as well!
Appice rolls Samuels to the outside of the ring and then gets down and covers Rayn.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Brendan Reynolds: The winner of the match, The Cranial Architect, JOSEPH APPICE!
Appice's hand is raised in victory as Darius T. Jackson refuses to enter the ring. West stands side by side with Jackson and grabs a mic.
West Newhaven: You think you're a real architect, don't you? I don't get it! What is your gimmick? Are you a janitor or a man at work!? You know what? Don't even answer that! Because it is IRRELEVANT! Next week, Joseph Appice is going to go one on one, mano y mano with THIS MOTHERFUCKING SUPER STAR RIGHT HERE! DARIUS T. JACKSON!!!
Appice motions for Darius to enter the ring right now, but Darius wags his finger at Appice.
West Newhaven: Uh-uh-uh, Appice! What you've got to learn is that the first rule of BUYRATES... is the BUILD UP! You've got ten days, rookie! Go ahead, kid! Get yourself over!
Jackson begins "getting himself over" by doing subtle poses, to which the ringside fans refuse to humor by not even taking a picture of him.
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Post by Reprobate on Jun 10, 2010 2:05:56 GMT -5
We cut to Matt Baily and Mark Snider who shake their head in disgust at West Newhaven and his antics. Matt Baily: We apologize for the fact that you fans were forced to watch any more of West Newhaven than you usually would have, but he brought us a big news story in the process!Late Breaking NewsJOSH THE JERSEY BOY FIRED BY HBO[/i][/b][/size] Matt Baily: In a strange, unusual, and honestly... uncalled for move, West Newhaven has fired... suspended... banned, whatever you want to call it, West Newhaven did it to Josh the Jersey Boy. He says that he wants no chairs, no tables, even no blood!Mark Snider: I've got a feeling that this isn't the last we've heard of the Hardcore Archie Bunker...We then cut to a video montage of Austin Virgo and Monty James arguing in the ring and backstage. Matt Baily: Tonight, can Monty James and Austin Virgo straighten themselves out and get on the same page to successfully take on the new number one contenders Flap Benevolence and The Punisher?Mark Snider: I'd certainly hope so! Those two kids have far too much talent to waste on petty arguments!Video footage of Mikaru Daiety and the Canadian Kid wrestling then plays. Matt Baily: Plus, Mikaru Daiety gives the Canadian Kid a trial run as his partner!Mark Snider: Hopefully this pilot takes off!We then come back from a short series of commercials to Mikaru Daiety and the Canadian Kid standing in the ring. Mikaru takes a mic... Mikaru Daiety: Mississippi... Mikaru Daiety has an issue!The crowd boos Mikaru, who ignores the crowd and turns to CK. Mikaru Daiety: For months, I've been looking for a chance... a shot. And all I'm given is the Canadian Kid, who time and time again, falls to men half his size. Kid... tonight is your chance to redeem yourself. If you can beat Andrew Franklin, you will be my tag team partner!Matt Baily: What a gauntlet. What a reward it would be for this kid to team up with Mikaru Daiety! Give me a break!Mark Snider: Everybody needs somebody, Baily!CK nods his head as Andrew Franklin slithers in out of no where. Mikaru backs up in to the corner, leaving CK to tower over Franklin. CK swings, but Franklin ducks and then kicks CK. He picks CK up and powerbombs the giant down to the mat. Franklin then runs off the ropes and executes a running kick to the forehead of CK! The crowd yells out in shock as Franklin backs away. Matt Baily: OOOOOHHHH MYYYY GOD! NO! NOT AGAIN!Mark Snider: Oh my Jesus!The referee tries to keep Franklin away, but Franklin punches the ref out. Franklin simply leaves the ring as Mikaru Daiety stands in the corner, completely leery of the Authority. Matt Baily: Mikaru Daiety is the luckiest man on the planet. He better thank his lucky stars that Andrew Franklin forgot he was in the ring!Mark Snider: Maybe he didn't forget, Baily! Maybe Andrew Franklin is scared of Mikaru! Mikaru sees his would-be tag team partner laying in the ring motionless... and capitalizes by hopping on top of him! Mikaru counts his own pin and then throws his arms in the air in "victory." Matt Baily: Well, this match was over before it even began. Mikaru Daiety is celebrating like he just won the Stanley cup!
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Post by Reprobate on Jun 10, 2010 2:07:24 GMT -5
We cut to Baily and Snider.
Matt Baily: At Capital Punishment, we crowned new number one contenders to the PWA World Tag Team Championship.
Video footage of Flap and Pun winning their match plays, followed by footage of the two celebrating.
Matt Baily: Tonight, the new contenders will take on the OLD contenders who took the former Champions to their LIMIT!
We then cut to the bathroom where Mikaru Daiety stands in front of three stalls. He looks at himself in the mirror, in anger.
Mikaru Daiety: Mirror, mirror on the wall. Mikaru Daiety has an issue. For months now, I've been in the PWA, and nobody has taken me seriously. They all think that I'm some sort of comedy act. I am NO comedy act! No one is giving me the opportunity that I deserve. I need to align myself with someone who has the same drive... the same high hopes... the same need to rise above everyone else.
Mikaru looks in to his own eyes in the mirror, then looks up. Suddenly, in the mirror's reflection, we see a stall on the far right swing open. Out comes our old friend Leon Kaelin and his three super sexy wrestlers EUROSWAGGAR!!! They begin dancing as one of them holds up a boombox that plays Dance pop music. They all yell "we love to tag team" as Mikaru grunts, and shoves all four of them back in to the stall as the music stops. He turns back to the mirror and looks in to it with a look of desperation. Before long, the stall in the middle swings open and out comes resident PWA jobber, JT Phoenix.
JT Phoenix: Have no fear, the Phoenix is here! I'll be your partner, Mikaru! ...By the way, is it still 1990?
Mikaru gets hot, turns to Phoenix and shoves him, by the face, back in to the stall. Mikaru slams the door as he yells at the top of his lungs.
Mikaru Daiety: I am NOT a comedy act!
Mikaru then turns back to the mirror, lowers his head, and begins shaking it in disgust. On the verge of giving up and possibly quitting the business altogether, he sighs once more. Suddenly, a toilet flush is heard, and the final stall door opens. Out comes a man with various tattoos and shoulder length hair. He smirks, walks up right next to Mikaru, and stares in to the mirror.
Quentin Callahan: You've got an issue? I'm Quentin Callahan, and I'm from New York. Issue Resolved.
Mikaru looks up, stares at Quentin, then turns to the mirror. He smiles a big smile, places his finger on his chin, then nods his head.
Mikaru Daiety: ...I guess Mikaru Daiety doesn't have an issue anymore!
Fade.
We then cut to a shot of Andrew Franklin standing in the same darkened room we have seen him in many times before...holding the cash prize from him winning "The Survival of the Sickest."
Andrew Franklin: What I hold in my hands here means a lot to this company...I hold cash. Cash that I won without even breaking a sweat. I survived 14 other competitors and I proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am...the best.[/b][/color]
Franklin smirks as he looks at the bills.
Andrew Franklin: But, despite proving once again that I am the leader and visionary this company so desperately needs...I am relegated to an opening match against two men who aren't in my league...Because Rep has a problem with how I conduct myself in this company.
Franklin sighs before continuing.
Andrew Franklin: I don't need you Rep. You can cry and you can moan that you don't like my methods...but I will continue to do what I do whenever or wherever I want to do it. I have the power to write my own match against Williams anytime I want...You shouldn't have been so arrogant and placed me in that match, thinking I wouldn't be able to back up my promise of winning because I ALWAYS DO WHAT I SAY WILL.
Franklin looks into the camera with hatred burning in his eyes.
Andrew Franklin: I will become the Premiere Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Champion. I will make your life a living hell. I will beat the pathetic wrestlers you have laid at my feet this week...and I will make an impact by the end of the night. You can't stop me...You can't contain me. I'm Andrew Franklin bitch.
Franklin smirks at his little attempt at humor.
Andrew Franklin: We all fall...The PWA will fall first. The Authority has spoken.
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Post by Reprobate on Jun 10, 2010 2:08:01 GMT -5
We cut to the ring where Flap and Pun pose for the crowd as their entrance ends.
Matt Baily: These two men made quite an impression on the world tag team division of the PWA. From left field, they rocked their way in to gaining a title shot on pay-per-view.
"Freak on a Leash" by KoRn hits as Monty James and Austin Virgo come from the back, with Lenore at their side. They walk down to the ring as the ringside fans boo them.
Matt Baily: I don't know what it is, but it seems like these two have a love/hate relationship.
Mark Snider: They need something, Baily. Anything. They don't have to be best friends, they just have to be partners!
Both teams are now in the ring and James starts it off quickly by running over and slapping Flap. Pun hits a belly to belly suplex on James, as Virgo hits a dropkick to Flap.
Matt Baily: We're off and running, and there's something brewing between Austin Virgo and Flap Benevolence. Those two had a major misunderstanding in the Pro Wrestling FIRE, one that ultimately got Virgo fired and Flap suspended!
Mark Snider: I wonder what happened!? We might never find out!
Pun and Virgo get to their feet and are about to go at it, but before they can, "Scum of the Earth" by Rob Zombie hits on the loudspeaker. From the back comes Mikaru Daiety with a big smile on his face, and his newly found tag team partner Quentin Callahan. Daiety and Callahan walk down to the ring as Daiety grabs a mic.
Mikaru Daiety: Well, well, well. You all thought my time in the world tag team division was over! You all thought I was done for! I've got news for all of you... there IS no Issue that we can't Resolve!
With that, Callahan slides in to the ring and hits a deadly rolling elbow to Virgo, and then grabs Pun, picks him up over his head, and drops him down on to his head with a military driver.
Matt Baily: Holy crap! Holy CRAP! That guy is a monster!
Mark Snider: This guy is twice as strong as the Canadian Kid!
Daiety then slides in to the ring and begins hammering away on Flap. James gets to his feet and tries to take out Callahan. Suddenly, the ring is filled with a three team brawl! Callahan is taken to the outside by a clothesline from Pun. Daiety is taken outside by Flap tossing him over the top rope. The referee rules that since all competitors were able to clear the ring, the match can continue. The number one contenders pose as Virgo and James get up to their feet. When the contenders turn around, they're met with Virgo hitting a leg lariat on Flap and James hitting a reverse STO on Pun. The two cover the contenders and the referee slides in to count. ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
Matt Baily: The contenders got pinned! All thanks to the insertion of Daiety and Callahan!
Mark Snider: Insertion?! Where!?
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Post by Reprobate on Jun 10, 2010 2:08:05 GMT -5
We cut to a close up shot of a piece of paper taped to a wall. The text, printed off of a simple word document, reads...
West Newhaven
HBO HEAD OF CREATIVE
We then zoom back to reveal West Newhaven sitting on a bench with random papers on a wooden table. A knock on the door is heard, and Frank Washington then walks in with the World Interbrand Championship over his shoulder.
West Newhaven: Oh! Washington, my boy! Come on in!
Washington sits down in a steel chair right in front of the table.
West Newhaven: Washington, I'm glad you could make it to the production meeting. I know it's a hassle to come down to the office during a show.
Frank Washington: But this isn't an office, this is the other dressing room.
West Newhaven: Hahaha, thanks again for coming down to the office. Now, I called you in here because, as you probably know, HBO has been very happy with you as World Interbrand Champion. In case you didn't know, we were the ones behind that belt being changed from the World Television Championship. Didn't like the TV reference, it's a ratings killer. Besides, it's not TV, it's HBO! Great gimmick there. Anywho, the only issues we have with you are the fact that we'll be needing more defenses of that belt on HBO. I know you're up for it because you're a great champion. The other thing is... the gimmick. I gotta be frank with you, Frank. It's just NOT over! It's a ratings killer!
Frank Washington: West, I think my personality and the fact that I defend this belt against any and all comers is enough for the fans to connect with me. In case you hadn't noticed, West... I'm not ABOUT gimmicks. I'm not about getting other people over. I'm about myself, and I'm looking out for-
West Newhaven: NUMBER 1! Yes, and that is a tremendous catch phrase you've got. But the issue here is, you simply aren't marketable, champ. You don't have what we in HBO like to call... the Larry David effect. Now, I'd like to bounce an idea off of you. Are you aware that you share a last name with a former president?
Frank Washington: Uh... yes.
West Newhaven: Well, in a GOLD MINE coincidence... so does one Andrew Franklin! We're hoping to get ahold of ACW's Jack Jefferson, and team you three up as Washington, Franklin and Jefferson... the FOUNDING FATHERS OF WRESTLING!!! You'll be the Revolutionary War Turncoat. How soon can you be fitted for your powdered wig?
Frank Washington: Uh... listen, West. I think it's a great idea and all... actually... well... I think the idea sucks, and it's a fucking joke. I'm not doing it, and I don't need a gimmick.
West Newhaven: Woah, woah, woah! Ease up there! I don't want to get heat with you! We'll talk about the gimmick some other time... but speaking of heat... let me ask you something. There have been some issues backstage over heat between you and Rayn. I've been hearing some things, and... well.... there's no easy way to ask this, so I'll just come right out and do it. Are you two in cahoots, working together to get yourself more TV time?
Frank Washington: What!?
West Newhaven: Frankie baby, listen... we simply cannot have the talent booking their own angles! Now I need to know, right now... whether this is legitimate between you two or not.
Frank shakes his head stressfully.
Frank Washington: Well, if you're so smart, why don't you figure it out for yourself?
Frank turns and leaves as West looks on in anger. He turns back to his papers on his desk, places his eyeglasses on, and looks them over.
West Newhaven: Sheesh... the talent is far too difficult to work with around here.
We then leave West to his work and cut to the back where Flap and Pun barge through a hall way, dragging a camera man with them. They stop at the door that reads "Booker, NO PRESS." They knock once and enter anyway, still out of breath.
Flap Benevolence: Rep! We need to talk.
Rep is looking down at the monitor, watching a promo. He smiles and nods his head before turning to Flap and Pun. He takes off his headset.
Reprobate: What's wrong?
The Punisher: What's wrong? Did you just see what happened out there? Mikaru Daiety and some goon came running in to our match.
Reprobate: I saw... I wonder who told them to do it.
Flap and Pun look to each other in a state of bewilderment.
Flap Benevolence: Well just make sure you do something about this. We want some sort of backpay on those two, and we want another match with Virgo and James so we can prove that we'd have beaten them anyway.
Reprobate: You can have a match with both of them.
The Punisher: Great, but when? We've got one HBO show left before Gang Wars. Are we getting our title match at the Detroit show?
Reprobate looks in to Punisher's eyes and then gets lost in time. He begins nodding his head.
Reprobate: You got it. As a matter of fact, you'll get it. I'm going to do something that I rarely do. Get to the nearest monitor, boys. I've been inspired.
Rep then turns and leaves the office as Flap and Pun look at each other, wondering what's gotten in to Rep. The camera slowly zooms in to the monitor on Rep's desk, which displays a paused tape of Frank Washington cutting a promo with the World Interbrand Championship over his shoulder.
We then cut to Monty James and Austin Virgo standing side by side with Lenore behind them.
Monty James: Would you look at that? It's fucking beautiful when a plan comes together. i may not exactly get along with my little buddy Virgo here, but tonight, we proved that we're a force to be reckoned with in the PWA World Tag Team championship division.
Austin Virgo: The NEW number one contenders to the titles. That's what we were right before Capital Punishment. But at the pay-per-view, we got screwed out of our shot for having a good match. And THAT SAME NIGHT... you two became the new contenders. At that point, the entire world would say that it was at a dead even. But TONIGHT... you're looking at two men who beat the contenders. What that means is... we should have our shot for the belts! Because tonight, we proved that we aren't bitter...
Monty James: We're BETTER.
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Post by Reprobate on Jun 10, 2010 2:08:37 GMT -5
"Head Like a Hole" by Nine Inch Nails begins playing as the crowd turn to the entrance way. The Reprobate comes out from the back, wearing street clothes. He walks down to the ring with a mic in hand and enters the squared circle. The crowd claps for him as he enters the ring.
Reprobate: I don't do this much, because I don't like taking TV time away from my roster, and I'm secure enough to the point where I don't need to have my name and face plastered over every poster and marquee of the company. I'm not too thrilled with having to be a "commissioner" or whatever the hell it's being called nowadays. The big bad boss is a played out, stale retred, and the PWA doesn't need someone ruling with an iron fist. Let the wrestling speak for itself, has always been my motto.
The crowd begins cheering Rep's words of selflessness and continue clapping for him, with a smattering of derogatory chants against a certain rival company.
Reprobate: Let's just get this over with... earlier this week, I was watching the pretapes for television. I saw Frank Washington on my screen, holding that World Interbrand Championship. I heard his words of resilience. I was inspired by the fact that he was able to take this belt, that I helped to establish... that others helped to establish, and make it mean something. To carry on that tradition, and the lineage. When Frank Washington stated that he believes the World Interbrand Championship is on par with the World Heavyweight Championship...
Rep is interrupted by the crowd standing up on their feet and applauding the remark. A "SUNDAY BRUNCH!" chant breaks out, to which Rep nods his head at.
Reprobate: And unlike "other" wrestling groups out there, we don't diminish our own belts by making a mockery of them. I don't give myself World Heavyweight Championship matches. I don't give myself any matches. I will not stick myself in the main event because I have a fucking conscience! I'm not a one trick pony who could never make it, who depends on the power he gained by sucking cock to give himself the glory! And right here, right now, I want to make it absolutely crystal clear that ANY championship contested for in the PWA, whether it be the World Heavyweight Championship. The World Interbrand Championship. The World Tag Team Championship... all of these belts are main event status, as far as I AM concerned. There's a reason why we call them all WORLD belts, and that's because everyone in the WORLD wants them around their waist!
The crowd keeps cheering on Rep's words of wisdom as he points his finger to the mat for emphasis.
Reprobate: It's partly because we respect history, and hold up that lineage. It's partly because we want to be the company that does everything right, and not just what the "WWE" tells us is right! Not just what everyone else out there is doing. Something new, something original, something with some substance. It's also partly because I had the honor to hold both those World Interbrand Championships and the World Tag Team Championships AT THE SAME TIME!
The crowd begins cheering Rep again for his past accolade.
Reprobate: Those belts are near and dear to me, Frank Washington. Those belts are near and dear to me, Flap, Pun, Virgo and James. Those titles hold a history, and without the past, there is no future. All of us in the PWA may be a dysfunctional family, and we may not agree on everything... but one thing we do agree on is the fact that those belts are what we live for. They're what we strive for. They are the oscars... the grammies... the emmies to professional wrestling. Treat them with respect, and you'll be treated accordingly.
The crowd continues clapping.
Reprobate: So, to sum it up... on June 30th, we're presenting our first show ever in Detroit, Michigan. Gang Wars is an event in which all matches on the card feature tag team wars. The need to crown new World Tag Team Champions couldn't have come at a more perfect and fitting time. At Gang Wars, you will see Flap Benevolence and The Punisher... taking on Mikaru Daiety and Quentin Callahan...
The crowd stirs at the lack of Virgo/James.
Reprobate: ... TAKING ON Austin Virgo and Monty James, in a THREE WAY DANCE! For the PWA WORLD Tag Team Championship! Thank you, and enjoy the rest of the show!
Rep hands the mic off to someone and begins leaving... but before he can, "The Zoo" by Scorpions hits on the loudspeaker.
Matt Baily: ...Would someone please get Rep out of the ring? Someone please get down there.
From the back comes Andrew Franklin, walking to the ring, a rare occurrence. With Christina at his side, he walks down to the ring slowly and enters, as Rep stays in the middle of the ring. Franklin goes face to face with the boss and takes the mic.
Andrew Franklin: My favorite time of war is when you know that you've already won. I have the money from Survival of the Sickest to buy myself the main event. I have the power to book one show this year. I will be World Heavyweight Champion, come the biggest pay-per-view of the year, Dead End 2. I will dethrone the longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion, come Dead End 2. But the best thing about that is... not you, or Chris, or anyone in the world... can stop me.
Franklin smirks as he lowers the mic. Rep's disgusted expression stares off against the smirking Authority. Rep responds by slapping the mic out of Franklin's hand, grabbing it in the process.
Reprobate: I am so fed up with you, walking around, doing whatever you please. I am so fed up with you thinking that you're above the law. I am FED UP with you thinking that you're going to destroy this company.
In a strange move, Rep bmashes the microphone in to his head, as if it were a beer can.
Reprobate: A man is most dangerous when he has nothing to lose. I have nothing to fear but fear itself. See, Andrew, I am done with THIS. If you want the title shot, you can HAVE it. If you want the main event of Dead End, you can HAVE it. If you want the World Heavyweight Championship, you can TAKE it. But if you want to put me out of wrestling, and you want to put this company out of business, then I suggest... BRING IT. RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW.
Rep slams the mic on the mat as Franklin begins breathing heavily, wide eyed. A small smattering of blood drips down from Rep's forehead, as he had re-opened a small cut on his head with the microphone hit.
Matt Baily: NO! PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS! HE'S JUST HAVING A MID-LIFE CRISIS!
Neither man moves, and the stare down continues. The crowd get to their feet and begin cheering. Suddenly, Flap Benevolence slides in to the ring with a steel chair in hand. He cracks it over the back of Andrew Franklin... but he doesn't go down! Franklin turns around, like a machine, with no emotion. Flap, flabbergasted, swings the chair again, this time aiming for Franklin's head. Franklin feels absolutely no pain, and stands there, unaffected. Flap goes to swing again, but Franklin ducks. Franklin grabs the chair and swings it at Flap, who gets it right on the top of the head, and is knocked out cold. The sound of chair on skull echoes through the arena. Rep spins Franklin around, and Franklin drops the chair, kicks Rep, and DDTs him face first on to the chair. Franklin quickly leaves the ring as Christina stands on the apron, not sure about whether she should leave with Franklin or check on Rep. Franklin goes to the apron and drags Christina by the arm to the back.
Matt Baily: Franklin is getting out of here as quickly as possible, and that's a smart move.
Mark Snider: If Rep wakes up anytime soon, he'll be PISSED!
The crowd begins chanting "BULLSHIT!" as Rep lays motionless in the ring. The chanting stops however, when a woman, who looks to be about 45 years old, enters the ring. Some fans at ringside begin cat calling the woman, as she doesn't look bad for an older woman. She goes over to Rep's motionless body and begins rubbing his head, getting blood all over her hands in the process. Suddenly, Jose "Mega" Vega is seen walking down to the ring with a mic. He enters the ring...
Matt Baily: What's this?
Jose Vega: Yo! Shut up nerds! Excuse me, cougar... but who are you and what are you doing in the ring?
He extends the mic to her...
Woman: Please, get help! I didn't want our first time together to be like this! I didn't want to meet him like this!
Vega looks puzzled.
Jose Vega: What are you talkin' about, ya MILF?
Woman: I didn't want to meet my son this way!
Vega turns to the camera and gasps as the entire crowd stand on their feet in shock. they collectively let out a confused groan as the woman continues stroking her son's blood drenched hair out of his eyes.
Matt Baily: WHAT!?!?!?
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Post by Reprobate on Jun 10, 2010 2:08:56 GMT -5
"Headstrong" by Trapt hits on the loudspeaker and Chris Williams comes from the back, wearing the standard red and black striped referee shirt. He walks down to the ring, stretching his arms out. He enters the ring, stands in the middle of it, and looks around at the crowd. Matt Baily: The World Heavyweight Champion was commissioned to referee this bout between Washington and DeNiro because of the Revolutionary Turncoat's questionable winning streak as of late.Mark Snider: Chris Williams felt it on HBO in that main event!Matt Baily: Right, and Damian DeNiro felt it at Capital Punishment. Washington has a pinfall victory over both Williams and DeNiro, albeit he STOLE both victories. Williams has made it clear that he will be calling this one right down the middle."Ready or Not" by the Fugees hits on the loudspeaker as the lights dim. The camera cuts to the main stage where Damian DeNiro comes from behind the curtain. With a towel over his head, he walks to the ring as the blue strobe lights shine on his figure. Matt Baily: The American Gangster made his return to professional wrestling last week at Capital Punishment, taking part in a five star classic bout for the World Heavyweight Championship against Chris Williams.Mark Snider: It was the greatest return match I've ever seen, and probably one of the greatest World Heavyweight Championship matches of all time!DeNiro finally enters the ring as the lights come back on and "Re-Education" hits. Frank Washington comes from the back with the World Interbrand Championship around his waist. He cracks his knuckles as he walks down to the ring, and enters, staring at Damian from the opposite side of the ring. DeNiro calls for a mic as he stands in the corner. He rips the towel off of his head and raises the mic... Damian DeNiro: That belt must mean a lot to you if you're willing to pass up the World Heavyweight Championship for it. That belt must mean something to you if you're willing to be a workhorse and defend it to make it mean something to everybody else. Frank... I BUILT THAT BELT. I was the first man in history to hold that belt. So if you've got something to prove, let's give these people a championship match they can be proud of.The crowd goes nuts at the thought of the World Interbrand title's past vs. present. Damian DeNiro: You beat me, you've successfully defended that title against the best in the business, the carrier of the lineage. I beat you, and I become the first and LAST holder of that title... because once it's strapped on to my waist, you better believe that son of a bitch ain't coming off for nobody.The crowd begins cheering, egging Frank on to put the title on the line. DeNiro hands the mic off to Chris. Frank grabs Chris' arm to talk in to the mic. Frank Washington: Ring the fucking bell.The crowd jumps to their feet as Chris signals for the bell. Damian immediately kicks it off with a series of uppercuts that send Frank backing a few feet into the ropes. Damian then goes for a clothesline, but Frank ducks it and Damian staggers. From behind, Frank grabs Damian and lifts him up for a belly-to-back suplex, but Damian lands on his feet and grabs Frank from behind on a waistlock, but Frank gives Damian three elbows and gets out of the hold. In control. Frank jumps and nails Damian with a dropkick. Damian gets up and Frank gives him a second dropkick! Damian gets up again and Frank goes for an irish whip, but Damian counters and whips Frank. On the return, Damian goes for a boot, but Frank puts the breaks on and the boot misses. Matt Baily: The Turncoat just outsmarted The Deviant!Mark Snider: Those boots from DeNiro are lethal! Frank knows it!Frank quickly takes advantage with a kick to the mid-section followed by a quick snap vertical suplex. Frank gets up, then Damian does. Frank gives Damian a second kick to the mid-section and then takes him over with a gutwrench suplex. Frank picks Damian up, but Damian strikes with a hard right to the head before Frank could do anything! Damian quickly takes Frank down with a swinging neckbreaker before going up to the top rope. Frank gets up and Damian comes down with a shoulder block off the top rope! Damian picks Frank up and locks his head under his arm for an attempted DDT, but Frank is able to take Damian over with a northern lights suplex, ending with Damian's shoulder's on the mat and Frank pinning! Chris gets down and counts. 1 2 NO! Damian kicks out! Frank confronts Chris, who insists it was just a two count. Damian, meanwhile, gets up and from behind, drives his knee into Frank's tailbone with an atomic drop! Matt Baily: Frank's first mistake of the match cost him dearly!Damian picks Frank up and goes for a vertical suplex, getting Frank in the air. However, Frank is able to plant his feet back down and he takes Damian over with a vertical suplex of his own! Damian lands close to the corner, so Frank drags him a few feet and then gets down to the mat. He sits Damian up and then slaps him on the cranium a total of four times! He places Damian back down before climbing to the top rope and leaping backwards with a moonsault...but Damian rolls away and Frank misses! Damian and Frank get up simultaneously, albeit with Frank grabbing his midsection. Damian is able to make the first move, hitting Frank with a kick to the gut before turning him around and taking him over with a german suplex! Damian keeps his grip and then hits Frank with a second german suplex! He still keeps his grip and goes for a third one, but Frank is able to get out of the hold and he gets Damian in a waistlock of his own before taking him over with a German Suplex of his own! The grip is kept...and Frank delivers a second one! After German #3, Damian's shoulders are down and Chris counts! 1 2 NO! Damian kicks out! Frank argues with Chris yet again. Damian, meanwhile, gets up. After the argument, Frank turns around and right into a DeNiro big boot! Frank hits the mat and gets up. Damian walks towards him, but Frank instinctively and quickly takes him over with an out-of-nowhere gutwrench suplex! Frank puts his foot on Damian's chest for a cocky pin. 1 2 NO! Damian gets the shoulder up! Frank picks Damian up and kicks him in the mid-section. He prepares himself and goes for a Superkick, but Damian ducks it and Frank misses! Damian pushes the Frank into into the corner and delivers a few hard shots to the side of the head to keep him dazed and confused. He then sits Frank up on the top turnbuckle before going up himself, locking Frank in position, hitting a few shots and taking him down hard with a superplex! Matt Baily: SUPERPLEX! This is the same move that nearly had the World Heavyweight Championship match at Capial Punishment end in a draw!Chris goes to check up on both guys. His back is near the ropes towards the crowd. Suddenly, boos echo throughout the arena as Andrew Franklin slithers in to the ring Matt Baily: OH, GOD! Franklin is in the ring and Williams doesn't even know it!Before Chris knows he's there, Franklin spins him around, picks him up, and hits the Death Rate on him! From the outside, Christina slides a chair in to the ring. As quickly as he came in, Andrew Franklin leaves. Frank grabs the chair and gets to his feet. He waits for Damian to get up, and when he does, he swings! But Damian ducked! Damian nails Frank with a big boot! Frank goes down and tries to roll to the outside of the ring, but Damian grabs him by the hair. He tries to pull Frank up, but Frank manages to whack Damian in the genitals with the steel chair! As Damian holds his balls in pain, Frank jumps up and connects with a Superkick! Frank hops over Damian's body as Chris lays motionless in the ring. Frank springboards off the ropes, hitting his Lionsault on DeNiro! Chris slowly drags himself over to the pinfall... 1 2 3!
Brendan Reynolds: Your winner... and STILL PWA World Interbrand Champion... the Revolutionary Turncoat, FRANK WASHINGTON!Matt Baily: Damn it! Frank gets away with it again! Frank now has two pinfall victories over Damian DeNiro! That's three World Interbrand Championship defenses on three consecutive shows! All of them stolen with underhanded tactics.Mark Snider: He's doing whatever he can to keep that belt in his grasp, and rack up as many defenses as possible against big names, to make that belt special!Matt Baily: But how special is it when all of your defenses are cheap, stolen victories?Washington gets up to his feet and grabs the steel chair. He whacks it over the back of DeNiro, then turns to Chris, who is trying to get back to his feet, and clocks him right on the forehead. Frank begins hammering away on the back of DeNiro with the chair. Matt Baily: Oh, come on! This contest is over and Frank Washington is proving himself to be a sore winner!Mark Snider: It's better to be a sore winner than ANY form of a loser, Baily!Matt Baily: Someone needs to stop this!Mark Snider: Nobody's going to step to the World Interbrand Champion!Washington snatches a mic from ringside and goes to the middle of the ring. Frank Washington: WELL. It looks to me like the only way a man can make a title mean something is to turn it up a notch! I said... it looks like Frank Washington is going to have to TURN IT UP a notch! That's why, from this day forth, the PWA has a new main eventer. Frank Washington has been forced to become HARDCORE once more!Matt Baily: Hardcore? What does he mean by that?Mark Snider: I guess he wants to light a fire under his own ass! Who knows what that all means? It sounds like he's taking a shot at someone... but who? It sounds familiar...Washington throws the mic down, grabs his belt and turns to the hard camera. He raises the steel chair in the air in one hand, and the World Interbrand Championship in the other. I GOT A... BAD CASE OF TURNING IT UP! "Fire it Up" by Thousand Foot Krutch blasts through the arena as the crowd goes absolutely ballistic and on their feet. None other than Robert Garland dashes out of the back, Bobo the Hobo behind him. Garland yields a steel chair in hand, and as he reaches the ring, he slides in under the bottom rope. Garland immediately tosses the chair to Frank, who catches it in self defense to avoid it crashing in to his skull. Garland springboard off the bottom rope, hitting a devastating spinning wheel kick to the chair, which crashes in to the Turncoat's skull. Frank drops to the mat as Bobo slides in to the ring. The crowd goes wild... Garland!
Garland!
Garland!
Garland! Robert Garland simply looks out into the crowd. Bobo shows his excitement by hopping up and down in the ring. Bobo directs Garland to drag Frank in to the corner, which the Badger does. Bobo then goes out on to the apron and holds the chair in front of the downed Frank's face, who is sitting Jake Roberts style in the corner. Garland then springboards off the second rope and missile dropkicks the chair in to Frank's face ala the Van Terminator. The crowd gasps and then begins cheering even more as Garland hops up and raises an arm in victory, the crowd continuing to cheer as Bobo climbs into the ring and encourages them. The camera catches Washington laid out on the mat before switching to Garland pulling himself up to the turnbuckle. Bobo points to "The Badger," Garland nodding along as the crowd starts chanting "TRUE HARDCORE!" Garland then goes to the middle of the ring, standing with his legs spread in a pose, as Bobo hoists the dented chair up in the air. Matt Baily: ...HOLY SHIT!Fade.
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Post by flap on Jun 10, 2010 12:11:40 GMT -5
I am confused...
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Post by Reprobate on Jun 10, 2010 13:59:11 GMT -5
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Post by Frank Washington on Jun 10, 2010 19:12:41 GMT -5
Another awesome show, great to see BAHJAH back as well. Interesting to see a triple threat tag booked for the World Tag Team Championship, that should be a match to look forward to seeing.
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Post by The Toaster on Jun 10, 2010 20:02:54 GMT -5
I enjoyed the show a lot.
The only real issue (and it's not really an issue) I have is with the Darius Jackson guy. Who is he? A Damian alt? A Rep alt? An NPC? I still plan on putting up a promo or two against him, but am I going to be promoing against someone? Either way, West being an HBO employee was a great way to advance the angle and I'm looking forward to seeing what happens at Gang Wars with the whole team concept.
I'm glad the tag team scene is heating up. Admittedly, it was a little confusing to read at first because the Franklin/CK/Mikaru/Phoenix/Tag Teams segments were sharing posts, but it became clear after a couple of reads what was going on.
The thing with Rep's mother looks interesting, and it's good to see Garland back.
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Post by Reprobate on Jun 10, 2010 20:41:22 GMT -5
Darius is The Dan's new character.
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Post by Darrius T. Jackson on Jun 10, 2010 21:48:03 GMT -5
I'll have the entire profile up tommorow for DTR. Oh and Rep, Darrius has 2 R's, not one >_>
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Post by Reprobate on Jun 10, 2010 22:30:43 GMT -5
But... but... it's easier to spell with one R and that's how all black people spell it.
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