| CSWA PRIMETIME in New Orleans |
November 11, 2001 |
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SHANE: Oh
man, I can't believe this! My first night back in the CSWA, an' I'm already
Greensboro Champion! I grew up watching this league and now I'm here and I've
arrived, baby! YEAH! (A cell phone rings from one of the fans from a girl celebrating in the back.)
GIRL: Hey, Shane! It's Marc Morial... you know, the mayor! (Shane grabs
the cell phone hurriedly.) SHANE:
Hello... Mister Mayor? Yeah! Yeah! I can't believe it, either... WHAT? WHAT?
(Shane puts the phone down.) THEY'RE GOING TO GIVE ME THE KEY TO THE CITY
TOMORROW! (Shane begins to talk to the mayor again.) Thanks a lot Mister Mayor!
I won't let you down! Or my fellow New Orleansianans! (Shane hangs up the cell
phone.) Aw man, this has been one of the greatest nights of my lahfe! GIRL: I
can't believe that you're getting the key to the cit-- (The girl
becomes dead silent as Evan Aho walks into the locker room. Shane sees him and
stands up, with his title resting on his shoulder.) AHO: Shane
Southern... I guess congratulations are in order. (Aho extends his hand and
Shane, apprehensively, shakes it.) SHANE:
That's awfully big of you, Evan... AHO: Just
remember this, Shane... the next time we fight... I'll know exactly who you are.
And once I know who you are, there's no way you're going to stop me. Because I'm
Evan Aho... and I'm a wrestler! And I'm not just a wrestler... I'm the best
wrestler alive today! (Aho puffs
out his chest and is eye-to-eye with Shane Southern.) SHANE: Well,
Evan... that may be true... but what you AREN'T is the
Greensboro
Champion... and I don't plan on losing this title
any tahm soon! (At that
point, the girls and Bill Turley start to scream. From off camera, chairs just
pummel Shane and Aho. Rushing on screen is TSUNAMI and "The Warhorse
Kid" Johnny Lang, who start to just attack Shane and Aho, repeatedly
hitting them with the steel chairs. Jimmy Valentine runs up to them, laying
kicks to both of them.) JIMMY: NO
ONE TURNS THEIR BACK ON ME! DO YOU HEAR ME? NO ONE TURNS THEIR BACK ON ME! THIS
IS MY LEAGUE AND THE NEW SUICIDE SQUAD IS IN CHARGE! NOT YOU! (Kicks
Aho.) AND
NOT YOU! (Kicks Southern.) COME ON, LET'S GET OUT OF HERE! (The NSS and
Jimmy run off screen. The onlookers in the back, all with looks of concern on
their faces, start to yell for help as Aho and Shane moan in pain.)
BB: Fans...
earlier in the day, we taped a segment on the campus of
Tulane
(CUT TO: A
big sign that reads "WELCOME TO TULANE UNIVERSITY." CUE UP: An
instrumental version of "BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC". BILLY
BUCKLEY: (V/O) On September 11, our nation was challenged and our ideals were
threatened... freedom. (CUT TO: The
inside of FOGLEMAN ARENA. The old basketball gym has been transformed -- a large
stage, backdropped by American flags, stands at three-quarter's court, with seats lined up
on the floor. Tulane students and CSWA fans sit in the seats and in the
bleachers surrounding -- holding up signs like "THE GREEN WAVE LOVES WICKED
SIGHT" and "ICE IS NICE BUT POWERS IS BETTER" and "TRUTH,
JUSTICE AND THE CSWA". The camera pans to BILLY BUCKLEY, who is wearing a
suit jacket/dress shirt/no tie combo, holding a mic. Behind him are three
podiums on the stage. In the middle, with the CSWA World Title propped up is
"Iceman" Steve Radder, wearing a suit and sunglasses. On his left,
clad in his yellow mask and his trademarked suit, with his briefcase in front of
the podium, is Cardigo. To the right, in "contempo-casual"
clothing is Kevin Powers, with a "GOOD GOD" logo tank-top hanging in front of his
podium.) BILLY: (with
the live crowd being raucous) AND TODAY WE CELEBRATE OUR DEMOCRACY FROM RIGHT
HERE ON THE CAMPUS OF TULANE UNIVERSITY! "GOOD GOD" KEVIN POWERS... CARDIGO AND THE CSWA WORLD CHAMPION
"ICEMAN" STEVE RADDER WILL ALL TALK TO YOU,
THE FANS, AND EXPLAIN THEIR VIEWS ON ISSUES AFFECTING THE WRESTLING WORLD! (The
camera turns to the podium.) Gentlemen... thank you for joining us. (The three
are all busy shuffling their index cards.) The
first question we have is a simple one. You three are all superstars.
Please explain to us why you should stand out as the clear choice as the man to
lead the CSWA in the future. We'll begin with you, Mr. Radder. RADDER:
Well... (Radder looks around as the crowd starts to hoot and holler, breaking
into a "RAD DER RAD DER" chant.) I think it's pretty simple. I'm the people's
choice. But more importantly than that, Billy, I'm the World Champion. It's ben
a tough struggle to get to this point in my career... all the injuries and all
the matches that I've had. But I've become the number one wrestler in the world
today for one reason. It isn't because of my size... because Lord knows I'm not
that big. It isn't because I'm the best athlete... while I certainly can hold my
own against ANYONE, there are guys who are more natural athletes. The reason why
I get to hold THIS... (Radder holds the title up and then puts it back down.) is
because of one thing... and that's THIS! (Radder takes his fist and pounds his
heart.) I've got a bigger heart than anyone else in this sport. I've got more
guts and determination than anyone... and I feel that these people... MY
people... can relate to that. BILLY: (As
the crowd chants Radder's name) Thank you, Iceman. The same question now goes to
you, Mr. Mysterian. CARDIGO: (He
fixes his tie while he waits the card to die down. Then his eyes shoot daggers over
at Radder.) A lot of people can talk about heart and determination and guts. But
not a lot of people really UNDERSTAND what that means. Our World Champion talks
a lot about the people RELATING to him. Well, with all due respect, Iceman... I
don't think you relate to these people. All my life, I've been beaten down by my
surroundings. Poverty. Crime. Drugs. Violence. And that didn't stop when I
became a professional wrestler, as I saw my career being exploited by men who,
despite my muscles and my talents at hurting other people, were a lot more
powerful than I. I was forced to kill the person in this world who I should have
trusted the most, my brother. And, for my efforts, I wasn't rewarded with a
paycheck or a cash payoff... I was rewarded with a pink slip. Just like these
people... who work all day long to be harassed and oppressed by the faceless
corporate heads who have no heart and no soul... the people who will ruin lives
just to help the bottom line. But just like these people... MY people... I
didn't give up hope... I simply thought about where I was and where I wanted to
go. And soon, Iceman... I'm going to be there. Because, as far as I'm
concerned... that World Title on your podium is going to end up in my briefcase. BILLY: (As
the crowd chants CAR-DI-GO.) Thank you, Mr. Mysterian... Now, Good God... your
turn to respond. POWERS:
Well, Billy... you've given me a very interesting question. As for LEADING this
company into the future... I don't think I'm the man for the job. The reason is
simple... because just like these people know... JUST LIKE (hops up and down,)
MYYYYY PEOPLE KNOW... I've BEEN leading the CSWA and I have been for some time!
As all the people wearing my shirts and chanting my name will tell you... (POW-ERS POW-ERS
from the crowd) there is no one bigger... there is no one badder... and there is no
one cooler than the man who is so awesome, that the only thing that can be said
about him is two little words... and say it with me, guys... (The crowd responds
as Powers mouths the words GOOD GOD.) Now, the only reason why I haven't been on
top of the CSWA is because it's the CSWA... I don't play by the rules and I
don't kiss any butts. I do what I want when I want, and that's come back to bite
me in the ass. Any chance I've had at winning that piece of tin hasn't happened
because someone's decided to (BLEEP) with me. I've been hit from behind because
I'm a threat... and I'm a threat because I'm the best wrestler there is today.
As far as I'm concerned and as far as these people are concerned... I'M THE REAL
CHAMPION. (Powers holds his arms out in a T pattern and the crowd goes
ballistic.) RADDER:
Well, Kevin... to be the champion you have to beat the champion... and, my
man... anytime you want it, you can step on the plate. I'm not out here to
defend this title... I'm out here to define my legacy in this sport. And you,
big man, would be a perfect notch under my belt! POWERS:
Bring it, little man! CARDIGO: And
you, Radder, don't know what you're fighting for nor do you know who you're
fighting against. I'm not fighting for personal gain... I'm fighting for
personal acceptance. No one has endured what I've endured and no one has
overcome what I've overcome. I'm not a man... I'm a force of nature. And no man
is strong enough to stand in the eye of a swirling maelstrom. RADDER: I'm
standing RIGHT here, Cardigo. Just like I told Powers over here... I'll be
fighting anyone, anywhere, anytime. And I'd love to be the first guy to hand you
a loss... POWERS: And
I'd love to be the guy to put you out of commission, to send you back to the
hole you crawled out of. CARDIGO: I'm
pretty confident THAT won't be happening... considering you're the guy who
announced his retirement. Unlike yourself... I won't quit. POWERS:
Unlike yourself... I don't suck. BILLY: Guys,
guys... we're here to foster discussion and debate. Not to start a fi-- (Buckley
hops up on the podium.) RADDER: As
big a fan as I am of the word democracy... I'm a bigger fan of laying it all on
the line whenever it may be. And I say... (Radder takes off his shades and
tosses them to the crowd.) Let's get it on, right here. POWERS: For
once, Icepick... I agree with you! (The crowd is going nuts, stomping and
kicking away. Radder squares off against Powers, who steps forward towards the
champ. Cardigo pushes his podium to the floor and begins to walk towards Radder.
Then all three start to square off. Billy Buckley stands between all three...
and then a shoving match starts between all three men. Then, they start to get
tangled and the mass of humanity bumps into Buckley, who starts to go off
balance, and then he falls straight backwards off the stage, through a table.
Security rushes on the stage at that point, pulling apart all three guys who are
still trying to get at each other.) BB: Thank
goodness... my son, who is NOT an athlete... is okay. He was sent to an area hospital
and was treated for a back injury, and is being kept overnight for observation.
But the doctors have said that he appears to be stable and should be released
tomorrow morning. But still... Billy, I know you're watching. I love you, son.
And I want you to all know that we're all thinking of you. SB: Except
me. There's a hot blonde at ringside wearing this TIGHT skirt. I could give two
cents about you, you little punk! After my job since day one... BB: That,
Sammy is highly inappropriate-- SB: But
highly entertaining. BB: Let's go
to ringside.
(CUE UP:
‘Let's Go All The Way’ by Insane Clown Posse - insane response) BB:
Here’s a man who has supposedly begun a “retirement tour”,
folks. As well as being one of the parties that helped send my son into the emergency room
tonight... so this may be one of the last times we ever see Kevin Powers in a
wrestling ring. It’s obvious Havoc
isn’t going to let him just have the victory though, and I’m sure you at home
are as excited as we are about this match… this is undoubtedly going to live
up to the high-impact standard we have sat here tonight, on CSWA PRIMETIME in New
Orleans. SB:
It’s time to see if that carnie Apocalypse is right… it’s time to
see if Kevin Powers has lost his edge. (CUE UP:
‘Climbing Up The Walls’ by Radiohead - a reaction nearly parallel to
Powers’) BB:
Fans, let me remind you that Havoc’s
United States
championship is not on the line in this contest,
but let me assure you that the fact it isn’t up for grabs will be no deterrent
in these men’s efforts here tonight.
There's no doubt that Havoc could be in line for a shot at Radder's World Title
at ANNIVERSARY as well...we don't know what Merritt and the Championship
Committee may decide. The bell rings, this one is underway folks… SB:
I can hold my liquor, that’s all I’m gonna say. BB:
Powers is quickly taking to the injury free Havoc… Hard right hands to
the side of the head of the
United States
Champion… Sends him to the corner, Havoc puts on
the breaks and lifts a boot. Powers ducks and hits the ropes, off with a
clothesline but Havoc didn’t move, folks, Havoc didn’t move.
Both men are swapping licks to the side of the head and neither man is
backing down. Havoc now gets a
handful of hair and drags “Good God” back in the ring, a boot to the gut… SB:
(Belch) BB:
Havoc with an Irish whip to the far side… Huge shoulder block by Havoc
and Powers goes down! Havoc seems to
be on fire, but the bigger of the two gets right back up, and the two are
toe-to-toe once again! Kevin Powers
is six-foot-ten and well over three hundred pounds whereas Havoc is an inch
shorter and a few pounds under the three hundred mark… SB:
Havoc doesn’t stand a chance here, Benson… BB:
Both men are in a collar-and-elbow tie up, now, and Powers just… excuse
the pun, overPOWERED Havoc, into the corner… he’s letting go and it looks
like a clean break. And it was, but Havoc grabs him by the locks and sends him
into the opposite corner. Havoc charges in with a shoulder block, Powers moves
and Havoc just ate turnbuckle!
Powers
now has Havoc by the head and he just chucked him outside of the ring! SB:
Oh great… first it was Gemini… now it’s Kevin… BB:
It is Kevin indeed, Sammy, he’s laying hard right hands into the side
of Havoc’s head and nobody can keep taking shots like that… Powers winds up
and this is going to be a haymaker… NO, Havoc just rolled out of the way of
that shot and Powers met the steel ring post! SB:
What an impact! I could actually HEAR that, Benson! BB:
And now it looks like Havoc is in the driver’s seat, here he goes with
a few shots of his own and now an Irish whip into the guard rail. The fans are
getting an up-close-and-personal view of “Good God” as Havoc takes it to his
opponent. SB:
I think Havoc IS injured and he’s trying to end this match as quickly
as possible. BB:
No, Sammy, Rudy Seitzer spoke with Havoc’s physician earlier today and
Havoc is nearly at one hundred percent… and there he goes with another whip
into the rail, Kevin Powers is doubled over the rail now, he went in
chest-first… Havoc rolls up into a ball and he just leapt out of a somersault
into Kevin Powers, body-to-body. Havoc gets right back up, throwing Powers
back into the ring but not before he gets a hammering forearm off into the back
of Powers. SB:
Does Havoc ever defend his title? BB:
Apparently the
Championship Committee felt that with Kevin Powers announcing his
imminent retirement, the title shouldn’t be on the line. But who knows
what they'll have planned for ANNIVERSARY! And there goes Powers,
finally regaining some composure as he shoots Havoc into the far side and goes for a back body drop but it looks like he telegraphed it, a rookie mistake
by a veteran wrestler and Havoc capitalizes with a kick to the chest, a kick
that echoed over here, and it sent Kevin Powers reeling… Havoc now, shooting
in and coming up with a double leg stance, and he has Kevin Powers over his
head, which is no small feat in itself… SB:
That’s an understatement, Buckley… BB:
He just hit a most unorthodox northern lights suplex on Kevin Powers!
Now referee Ben Worthington is in position, not even a one-count folks… It’s
going to take a lot for either of these headstrong superstars to be defeated.
Our
United States
champ sees that very fact and he’s taking the
offense right
back to Powers with a series of forearms to the chest, and now a whip back
into the corner… KP spins away from the corner as Havoc follows in, and now
Kevin is unleashing a series of fists to the midsection. He sets Havoc up on the top turnbuckle and the crowd is on its feet here in New Orleans,
they’ve already seen a lot of wild action but Kevin Powers is more than
willing to give them some more… SB:
Obviously. BB:
Are you still drinking? SB:
Is the Sno-Cone man still our world champion? BB:
Well… obviously. SB:
Then OF COURSE I’m still drinking! BB:
Havoc just shoved Kevin Powers down to the mat, but he’s right back
up! Now the big man in black and gold with a missile dropkick, but Kevin Powers
just swatted Havoc down to the mat like he was a fly!
He hits the ropes and comes off with a big, big splash! Powers hooks the far
leg... the ref is in position and he gets a one, just one… that was only our
second pinfall attempt in this entire bout and now both men are back to their
feet. Powers attacks with an arm twist and now he works his way into a
headlock; Havoc
shrugs him off into the ropes and hits the mat. Powers with a leap over.
Havoc gets back to his feet and goes for a cross-body block and he hits
it! BOTH
men come crashing over the top rope and back down in front of us here. SB:
No drunk is safe. BB:
They pay you to be a drunk; it’s so pathetic. SB:
No, it’s pretty cool. BB:
Kevin Powers with a shot to the stomach, and Havoc folds up like an
accordion… What a shot it was and now, OH MAN, “Good God” just bounced
Havoc’s head off of our broadcast table, and now again… one more time for
good measure. Kevin has Havoc by
the head again and he’s heading over to our timekeeper, but Havoc backs an
elbow into the sternum of his opponent and now HAVOC JUST CLOCKED KEVIN POWERS
WITH THE RING BELL, BEN WORTHINGTON IS BEING VERY LENIENT IN THIS MATCH… SB:
Kevin just had his bell rung… (laughing) BB:
Havoc pounces on the fallen Kevin Powers and he’s unleashing a flurry of fists… but he was sitting too high up on Kevin’s body and
Powers just
threw Havoc off. Both men are getting to their feet and Kevin
Powers has been busted open folks. We saw Gemini earlier opened up pretty
good earlier;
let’s hope that Powers doesn’t turn out the way any of those three men
did… SB:
What do you mean? I want
VIOLENCE! Not that sissy hugging
stuff that the Sno-Cone man and Stanley did… BB:
Nonetheless, you sick, sorry little man, Havoc has Kevin Powers by the
wrist and he goes for… a reversal by Kevin Powers, and Havoc just went shoulder
first into the steel steps! It appears as if Kevin is testing out that
supposedly 100% shoulder of the SB:
If it was all the way healed… it isn’t now. BB:
And now, as strange as this looks, Powers is hoisting Havoc up on his
shoulders and the crowd is in a frenzy… Havoc is pounding away at Powers’
head for all he’s worth and Powers stumbles backwards! Havoc grabs a hold of
the top rope and lifts himself onto the apron… He’s mounting the turnbuckles
and camera flashes are going off all over New Orleans
… HUGE PLANCHA… SB:
POWERS CAUGHT HAVOC! BB:
WHAT A MASSIVE SPINEBUSTER BY “GOOD GOD” KEVIN POWERS, HAVOC JUST GOT
DRILLED INTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR! And
now, Kevin Powers rolls the champ into the ring and follows in…
He could go for a pinfall, but Kevin Powers is wanting to inflict more
punishment before he attempts a win… He shoots him into the corner and Havoc
just bounced out of the turnbuckles with a horrible impact… and WHAT A HUGE
BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPEX BY KEVIN POWERS, HE GOES FOR THE PINFALL RIGHT HERE… ONE
… TWO … SB:
Havoc doesn’t know when to quit, he just kicked out at two! BB:
With blood running down his forehead, blood that came the hard way, Kevin
Powers is unleashing a barrage of boots in the corner and they’re undoubtedly
taking their toll on Havoc. Powers is just laying his boot across the
throat of the
United States
Champion, making him fight for every breath.
Finally, the referee is restoring some semblance of order in this
bout and is demanding Powers to break this hold. SB:
Violence! We want violence…
We want… BB:
Would you give it a rest? Havoc
just got off the shelf and you’re begging somebody to get hurt… SB:
Um… Pretty much… BB:
Powers goes with a whip into the corner once again... HAVOC WITH A
SPRINGBOARD! His feet hit the turnbuckle and he comes off with an elbow!
BUT
KEVIN POWERS JUST CAUGHT HAVOC, GERMAN SUPLEX, THIS ONE IS FINISHED… ONE…
TWO…THREE! NO!
NO! IT WASN’T THREE…
Powers is arguing with the referee but he’s motioning that Havoc got his
shoulder off the mat just in the nick of time, and now Powers is back on the
offensive, laying massive right hands to the side of the head of his adversary.
It was no small feat for Powers to lift a six-foot-nine competitor and
toss him like he was a midget… SB: NO MIDGETS! BB:
And now Powers has Havoc in the corner… elbows now pounding off
Havoc’s skull and I don’t know how much more he of this he can take… SB:
Not much. BB: HERE IT IS, THIS COULD BE IT! Powers has Havoc set up and he’s raising his hands in victory, this could be "Kiss The Canvas" for the United States Champion here in the non-title bout! He’s got Havoc up and HAVOC IS FIGHTING FOR EVERYTHING HE’S GOT NEARLY SEVEN FEET ABOVE THE MAT! FRANK’N’PARSONS! FRANK'N'PARSONS! HAVOC HOOKS THE LEG! ONE… TWO…NO, KEVIN POWERS JUST KICKED OUT....but what a turn of events! SB:
You really should get your blood pressure checked one of these days,
Buckley, here… have a cold one on the house… BB:
Havoc just charged out of the corner with a clothesline that turned Kevin
Powers inside out! And now he hits the ropes and comes off with a big
legdrop,
but he isn’t finished with Powers yet. He
lifts “Good God” up by the hair and now he’s throwing fists at his already
busted open head… Sends Powers into the far side and he follows in, BELLY TO
BELLY SUPLEX BY THE UNITED STATES CHAMPION AND A FOLLOW UP COVER, HE HAS THE FAR
LEG HOOKED… SB:
Maybe this’ll be it, I really need to use the restroom… BB:
WORTHINGTON
IN POSITION, ONE…TWO…THRE---NO!
NO, NO, KEVIN POWERS JUST KICKED OUT AND THE LOOK ON HAVOC’S FACE IS
ONE OF FRUSTRATION… And now it looks like he’s setting up some sort of
pump-handle slam… he’s got Powers up but “Good God” slides off the back
and he spins Havoc around… kick to the gut and a forearm to the back and Havoc
goes down, but now Kevin Powers is once again setting Kiss the Canvas up…
he’s got Havoc up, he bounces him off the ropes AND OH LORD, HAVOC JUST
REVERSED KISS THE CANVAS INTO A SPINNING FACEBUSTER AND KEVIN POWERS MIGHT BE
THROUGH RIGHT HERE… ONE… TWO… POWERS KICKS OUT, NEITHER MAN WANTS TO GIVE
IN! SB:
Havoc’s waiting for him to get up… you know what this could be,
don’t you? BB:
HAVOC IS GOING FOR A HAVOC BOMB… POWERS BLOCKS IT AND NOW HE’S GOT
HAVOC READY FOR KISS THE CANVAS… HAVOC TAKES POWERS DOWN AND NOW HE’S
ROLLING KEVIN OVER INTO A
BOSTON
CRAB! HAVOC HAS A SB:
Eddy made Powers… Powers is going to tap. BB:
I thought you had Powers picked to beat Havoc… SB:
Well… Havoc pretty much is a loser… BB: Actually, he's the US Champion. SB: For the next couple of minutes at least... BB:
Powers reaches the ropes, but the damage was done
by that boston crab to his lower back. Now Havoc with a side Russian legsweep and another pinfall attempt, one…
Powers kicks out just before two and Havoc is getting back up to his feet.
Powers, too, is rising… HAVOC BOMB, HAVOC BOMB, OUT OF NOWHERE, HAVOC
JUST HIT THE HAVOC BOMB BUT IT TOOK TOO MUCH OUT OF HIM, BOTH MEN ARE LAYING IN
THE CENTER OF THE CANVAS… SB:
See, Eddy wouldn’t have let someone like Havoc ever hit his finishing
maneuver… BB:
Oh, would you shut up about Eddy Love and call the match at hand?
Worthington
has started a ten-count and if neither man can
make it to his feet by the end of this count, it’ll be called a draw… SB:
How fitting… neither of these men ever wins a match.
“Oh, I’m poor Kevin Powers, I keep getting screwed by Mike Randalls…” BB:
I smell too much beer on your breath, Sammy… SB:
Probably break it knowing Havoc. BB:
This looks like a moonsault… but Powers is up and Havoc doesn’t see
it… Powers pulls Havoc off the top turnbuckle and… HE BOUNCES HAVOC OFF THE
TOP ROPE, INTO THE MAT… KISS THE CANVAS! KISS THE CANVAS! HAVOC IS DOWN BUT SO
IS KEVIN POWERS… IT TOOK TOO MUCH OUT OF POWERS JUST TO STAND, AND ONCE
AGAIN………BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! SB:
Violence! Yes!
Man, all this excitement… it’s sort of killing my buzz.
You probably need to quit yelling… BB:
Whatever… SB:
Not whatever… BB:
And once again, Ben Worthington is starting a ten-count and if neither
man can get up by 10, this one is over folks. SB:
Can Ben count that high? BB:
He’s on four and both men are just lying there… Not even budging.
This SB:
Ben’s got ten fingers, he can probably make it happen… BB:
You’re a drunk idiot. SB:
You say that like it’s a bad thing. BB:
Ben Worthington is on six………seven……… SB:
Is a drunk idiot a bad thing? BB:
Eight………NINE…WAIT, WAIT… HAVOC IS UP TO HIS KNEES AND HE’S
GRABBING SB:
Violence! Yes! BB:
Ben Worthington is down and Powers is staring at him, you’ve got to
believe that it wasn’t intentional, but Havoc isn’t giving Powers a break
and he just speared Powers damned near out of his boots!
A cover… but there isn’t a ref! I
think Havoc finally has this match won but there is no referee and now Havoc’s
going to try and revive SB:
Man, it’s so cool when innocent bystanders take the bump. BB:
You’re a SICK drunk idiot, Sammy, a sick, sick drunk idiot. SB:
You say that like it’s a bad thing… man, Buckley, what a lot of anger
you have pent up inside. BB:
Havoc is still trying to get
Worthington
up, but Kevin Powers is coming our way. I don’t
know what he’s doing… SB:
I do, look at the steel chair in his hand! BB:
I can’t say I approve of this, but be that as it may, Kevin Powers is
heading back into the ring with a steel chair in his hand… he swings at Havoc...
but HAVOC WITH A STANDING DROPKICK TO THE CHAIR.... AND POWERS' HEAD!
WORTHINGTON IS UP! SB:
Convenient… BB:
POWERS INTO THE ROPES AND HAVOC DUCKS, SUNSET FLIP BY KEVIN POWERS……
ONE………TWO………HAVOC WITH A REVERSAL, ONE………TWO……THREE!
THAT’S IT, FOLKS, HAVOC PULLS THIS ONE OFF BY THE SKIN OF HIS TEETH,
HAVOC JUST PINNED KEVIN POWERS BUT IT COULD HAVE GONE EITHER WAY! SB: I wish Powers could have got a chair shot off… violence. BB: Fans, we'll be right back... or at least I will. SB:
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