EWA Monday Night


< EWA Knockout II - Auburn Hills, MI - 11.05.2K7 --------------------------------------------- [Card] [Match 1] Star Caine Vs James Dunn [Match 2] Magna Vs Mike Mayhem [Match 3] Morrigan Vs Vayne [Main Event] Scarred: James Caine & Corbin Kaige Vs Vic Powers & Johnny Davis --------------------------------------------- [outcome] [Match 1] Star Caine [Match 2] No Decsision [Match 3] No Decision [Main Event] Vic Powers & Johnny Davis [================================================] [rez] ::Alexander:: Kaige.....You're EWA's first World Champion. Welcome to the next step. Alex pauses See it's not Defense... It's survival. ::Alexander:: I DID...say no ONE...won the match.You see, ONE man....did NOT...win the open. TWO MEN DID, and they're standing right here... VIC POWERS, and JOHNNY DAVIS. ::Vic:: Rips the mic from Alexander's hand and interrupts Kaige Shut your cocksucker!I don't want no damn cookie, I want that belt you just won, and Now I got me a contract to get it... ::Alexander:: Takes the mic from Vic Yes, Captain Steroids we KNOW, you now have a contract for any title you want. But I have to make sure... you two are ready for Kaige... and Vic...I do know how you so love tag action... and Kaige, you're just so good at it....Monday Night...I'm putting you two Points to Davis and Powers against Kaige and a partner of his choosing. He can get anyone he wants, even someone from another company... Gentlemen, welcome to EWA. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your television screen is black, and a spotlight begins to scan the darkness, passin by the EWA logo occasionally, before going completely black. Your television sit rests on this black screen only momentarily before "Halo" by SoiL begins playing as the screen begins to show clips of Kaige, Vayne, James Caine, Scorpio, Morrigan, Johnny Davis, Devestation Inc, and others in action. The song fades out as the television screen fades to black and an image of your screen being punched out reveals the Knockout logo with the entry stage beneath the EWA Gi-Screen exploding in pyrotechnics behind the logo as it fades away and the camera pan to the crowds. ::Jim Coors:: HELLO EVERYONE! Welcome to Monday Night Knockout! ::PA System:: “Who’s to know if your soul will fade at all. The one you sold to fool the world. Your lost your self esteem a long--- the way------ YE---AH. Good God your coming up with reasons. Good God your dragging it out. Good God it’s the changing of the seasons You feel so raped so follow me down—“ (Stepping out from behind the curtains is Adrian Angel. With black loose fitting jeans and a pair of all black pumas. Underneath the leather trench coat he is wearing a red buttoned down shirt with black buttons. Adrian has short spiked up blonde hair. With a microphone in one hand, he waves to the crowd and has a huge smile on his face. The crowd doesn’t seem to give two shits as there is no real reaction given. The rest of Seether’s Fake It is cut off as Adrian lifts up the microphone to speak. ) ::Adrain Angel:: Bitches, Dogs, and the few lucky kids who’s parents don’t give a shit you’ve come to a mature show. Welcome to the new and improved EWA. (The crowd gives the obvious reaction of loud boos and jeers.) ::Zenn:: What’s he mean new and improved? ::Coors:: More beer I hope. ::Piper:: Like you don’t have enough already. You were barely coherent at the end of the PayPerView. ::Adrian:: For those that aren’t inclined enough to keep up with this glorious federations website, My name is Adrain Angel; double A for short if you must; and I have been made the new Co-Owner. My mission, goal and job description is to take care of the North American title division and run it to the best of my capabilities. ( Adrian gets a little bit of a polite applause from the fans) ::Adrain:: Now with almost every wrestling federation in the world at this current day and age, there heavyweight slash World heavyweight title is there number title and all the other titles below really don’t mean shit. Except for maybe that they’re future contenders that don’t fit in the picture at the moment. Now if any one follows TNA they would know that for a while there X division title was actually held in more regard with wrestling fans and wrestlers alike. ( Adrian pauses and looks down to the ring, back to the screen and stage behind him and back at the crowd once more while rubbing his chin.) ::Adrian:: Now for the first point of interest, looking into the future, the next pay per view to be exact, November RIot! The North American title will be defended; no matter who the champion is; in an Apokalypto match. There must be at least five competitors of course. But then again there can also be more if needed. You just never know. The full details to come in the coming weeks. To those in the back that are interested. Its semi open, which means you tell me if you wan in or not. Then we’ll take the best competitors if there’s too many. I want this to be as competitive as possible. ::Piper:: Apokalypto! What in the hell is that. ::Coors:: Could that be the match where there is a cage on top of a cage on top another cage? ::Zenn:: No that's a triple Cage. But with a name like Apokalypto it still sounds like it could be just as painful. (The fans applaud there approval. Adrian nods his head at fans for finally getting some recognition.) ::Adrian:: Now for a quick statement about two new rules for the North American Championship title. As of now, the National title must be defended at least twice a month on Knockout. And at every Pay Per View. If you fail to meet this requirement; barring special circumstances; you will be stripped of the title. No questions asked. The champion will be a fighting champion or not be a champion at all. Rule two. In title matches, there will be no escape from the champion by disqualification. If the champion is disqualified, he loses the title. If there is a dispute over it we will go to the tapes and the result of the match will be announced on the next show. One final note, Our first match tonight has been cancelled seeing as even the president feels like he can be late... and the loser of our second match.....will be fired! Now if you excuse me. I have some business I need to take care of in the back. I mainly need to get in the back and introduce myself to those that I will be in control of. ( Adrian drops the mic over the edge of the stage. He waves to the fans with a big grin on his face and then walks back through the curtains to the back. ) ::Laura Layne:: The following is an EWA Specialty match, A Trash Match. There will be NO....Disqualifications.......Introducing First...From a dumpster in Kentucky... ::PA System:: I AM A REAL AMERICAN...DUNN...FIGHT FOR THE RIGHTS OF EVERY MAN...DUNN...I AM A REAL AMERICAN...DUNN...FIGHT FOR WHAT'S RIGHT, FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE! (The ever famous "I am a Real American" starts up, as the guitar chords echo throughout the arena. The fans jump up to their feet as they look to the stage. Suddenly, red and yellow lights start flashing in every which direction. From the back, we see James Dunn strut out. He has a red and yellow feather boa around his neck, wearing the classing yellow spandex tights, red boots. He has his mustache bleached extremely blonde, while his beard is the same color it was before. He wears a yellow bandana, that in red has the word "Dunnamania" duct taped across it.) ::PA System:: When it comes crashing down and it hurts inside.. DUNN, DUNN, DUNN, DUNN; DUNN-DUNN-DUNN-DUNN ::Jim Coors:: DUNN, DUNN, DUNN.... ::PA System:: You gotta take a stand, it don't hurt to hide.. DUNN, DUNN, DUNN, DUNN; DUNN-DUNN-DUNN-DUNN ::Peter Piper:: God help me... ::PA System:: If you hurt my friends, then you hurt my pride. I gotta take a stand, I can't let it sliiiiide! (He holds the OWF LillyAss Title like its a guitar, strumming it as he continues to strut down the ramp. The fans are going ape shit. Red and yellow confetti drop from the ceiling, as he slowly makes his way down the aisle. He keeps his eyes locked on his opponent as Dunn climbs up the steel stairs. He gets into the ring and he immediately walks to the ropes closest to the camera. He waves his arm around in a circle, then puts it to his ear as the fans cheer on that side of the ring. He points to them, giving them a thumbs up as he moves to the side of the ring to his left. He does the same thing there, giving the fans another thumbs up.) ::Brian Zenn:: This guy is God damned ridiculous, where did we find him again? ::Laura Layne:: The Random American Draco Lillyass Hero....deargod what a moron JAMES DUNN! ::Peter Piper:: I think he was just sitting out behind an arena a while back eating some garbage... Not really sure. (Dunn points to the next side of the ring, winding his arm up again as he puts it to his ear again and the fans again cheer him loudly. He goes to do it to the fourth, and final side of the ring.) ::PA System:: Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again Oh, Feelin' maybe he'll see a little better, set a days, ooh yeah Oh, hand out, faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar, oh yeah Oh, dark grin, he can't help, when he's happy looks insane, oh yeah (Star enters the stage and throws his arms to the side before walking to ring.) ::Laura Layne:: And his opponent, from an alleyway in Detroit Michigan.... ::PA System:: Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away Someday yet, he'll begin his life again Life again, life again... (Star gets in the ring and takes a seat in the corner before pulling himself to his feet.) ::Laura Layne:: The SuperStar...SUPER....STAR....CAINE!!!! (DINGDINGDING) (Dunn begins walking in a circle as Star moves to the center of the ring and Dunn begins strutting like Ric Flair for about three steps before Star lays into him with a right hand, that drops Dunn. Dunn gets right back to his feet and gets dropped again with another right.) ::Brian Zenn:: Caine with tow hard rights. ::Peter Piper:: Wake me when this is over.... (Dunn is back on his feet, and Star is laying into him with rights, backing him all the way into the corner before slamming into him with a left hand that bounces Dunn clear over the top rope and to the floor outside. Star follows him, and picks him up. Star grabs a handful of Dunns shaggy red hair and slams his face into the turnbuckle post before going beneath the ring and retreiving a six pack of Coors, a VCR, and a rake.) ::Jim Coors:: HEY! Those're Mine!!! (Star throws the VCR at Dunn and it nails him square in the face, just as he gets to his feet. Star then downs three of the coors, tossing each empty can at Dunn, while he regains his footing. Dunn stands and gets hit in the side of the face with the remaining cans.) ::Jim Coors:: ALCOHOL ABUSE!!! (Star picks up the rake, and rakes the aluminum down Dunn's back. As Dunn stands and wails in pain, Star breaks the rake across the back of Dunn's neck. Dropping him instantly. Star picks him up and rolls him back into the ring.) ::Brian Zenn:: Star is manhandling the Lilyass Champion! (Star climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a forward momentum backflip, also known as a shooting star press, and lands it perfectly. He pins and referee Frank Nixx drops for the count....1....2..Star lifts Dunn's head.) ::Brian Zenn:: What is he doing? ::Jim Coors:: I dunno, you think those beers are still good? (Star slides outside of the ring and reaches beneath the apron removing a trashcan and tossing it into the ring. It happens to land directly on Dunn and fall to a perfect standing position with the opening facing up, as Star rolls back into the ring. Star grabs Dunn and helps him all the way back to his feet, and wraps his head beneath his arm. Star lifts Dunn into the air and carries him to the trashcan and drops him from the suplex position with a piledriver directly into the trash can. Dunn falls over still in the can, as Star moves back to the top rope and nails a second Star press. This time Star stays for the cover as Frank again drops into place....1....2....3!) ::Laura Layne:: Your winner by Pinfall....STAR....CAINE!!! ::Peter Piper:: Lifts his head Huh? is it over? Oh well that was relatively quick and painless. ::Brian Zenn:: I'd say it was quick but painless only for you, me and Star... ::Peter Piper:: What about the boob? ::Jim Coors:: Loudly sobbing ::Peter Piper:: What's wrong with him? ::Brian Zenn:: Three beers were ruined in that match... he's a little hurt by it. ::Peter Piper:: Oh would you cut it out Janice. Look on the bright side... At least we don't ever have to see the Lillyass again! ::Star Caine:: Hey, Hey....Hey, Everybody shut up....I need a minute here. I know no one cares to hear me speak, but I'm done with this shit. I'm tired of breaking my neck out here week in and week out and getting no break. So tonight I just broke his neck Points to Dunn on the stretcher and now I'm done. Beep you EWA! Beep You. ::Peter Piper:: Well that was a colorful retirement. We now go live....to commercial. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Total Champioship Wrestling Now entering... The age of Extreme... Thanks for playing... -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------< (We return from commercials to see a dark wooden door with a golden plague that reads. “ADRIAN ANGEL. EWA CO-OWNER” in big capital letters. Morrigan walks into view with the North American title on his shoulder. He reads the plaque on the door.. ) ::Morrigan:: I wonder what this guy wants. (Morrigan knocks on the door. A voice from inside yells for him to come in. He opens the door and walks into Adrian’s office. On the left side is a basic walnut office desk with a key board and flat panel lcd computer on top it. A wizard water fountain is on the near edge of the desk. The walls of the office are painted a light green. Off to the right on the wall Adrian is sprawled on a black leather couch. He is still wearing his black jeans and red button down shirt. Once he see’s Morrigan has entered the room he gets off the couch and walks right up to Morrigan and extends his hand for a handshake. Morrigan looks at the hand and then looks up at Adrian raising an eyebrow with a look of, Am I really suppose to shake that? After a few seconds Adrian takes his hand away and puts it be hind his back.) ::ADRIAN:: Well Morrigan thank you for coming. My name is; as if you shouldn’t already know; Adrian Angel. I am now the new Co-Owner of the EWA and I have been given control over the North America Division. ::MORRIGAN:: Yea so? ::ADRIAN:: Well I’m going to play a big part in the future of that title and whoever holds it. ::MORRIGAN:: Um yea I kinda figured as much. Seeing as in you like to talk a lot I’m sure everyone knows this by now. (Adrian shifts his weight a little nervously.) ::ADRIAN:: Ok then. Well let me cut right to the chase then. I want that title to mean more then it does now and it ever would have if Caine kept control. Now since you are Caine’s champion… ::MORRIGAN:: What do you mean Caine’s Champion? ::ADRIAN:: Well Caine put you in the match at the PPV for the North American championship. I feel like the talent put in that match doesn’ represent the quality I want associated with the title. I believe Caine intentionally made the challerngers for the title weaker then that of the other divisions. But I’m here to rectify that. Since I can’t strip you of the title without a read reason and without Caines permission, I ask of you to please forfeit your title to me and wo… (Morrigan gets a look of anger and astonishment on his face and immeaditly cut’s off Adrian.) ::MORRIGAN:: You want me to give up the title that I fought my ass of to win last week. Are you fucking insane? (Adrian puts his hands in front to try and keep the advancing Morrigan a safe distance away.) ::ADRIAN:: Whoa Whoa Whoa. I just want you to start over at the bottom and work your way back up to the title like everyone else. ::MORRIGAN:: You have a lot nerve you know that. I basically put my life on the line at Hallowicked to win this damn title and you want me to just hand it over to you just because you say so. ::ADRIAN:: Well yea. I am the boss and you should do what your boss tells you to. (Morrigan backs away from Adrian shaking his head) ::MORRIGNAN:: You’re fucking looney. God help us all. (Adrian slaps Morrigan across the face. He just freezes) ::ADRIAN:: Now you listen here damnit~ (Morrigan loses it. Face red and breathing heavily he grabs Adrian, turns him around and grabs him in the back of the shirt and throws in through the sheet rock wall above the leather couch. Adrian’s body lays there motionless. Morrigan then spits on Adrian and walks out.) (We return to ringside to find Mayhem and Magna in the ring. Magna tests out the ropes As Mayhem shadow boxes.) (DINGDINGDING) (Both men lock up in the center of the ring, as the anger and hatred for the other boils, and both men push their foe around the ring, into each corner and along the ropes. They break the lock up, as Mike slaps Magna hard. Magna retaliates as he slaps Mike back, and takes him down with a sudden tackle. Unloading with a flurry of rights and lefts, and elbows and knees, Magna pummels the very life out of Mike Mayhem utilising any part of his body to inflict as much pain as possible, utilising the most of the five count from the referee. Magna rolls off Mahem and hoists him quickly to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. Magna lowers his head, as Mayhem jumps over him, and lands behind him. Mayhem grabs Magna as he stands upright, and hits a neckbreaker quickly. Mayhem returns the previous favour; as he straddles him and unloads with a series of violent and stiff right hands, connecting with the Magna's temple, pushing the five count. Mike hops to his feet and stomps away at Magna, stomping away at his head and neck as much as possible, before lifting him to his feet. Mayhem whips him across the ring, and takes him down with a clothesline. Mike goes to cover him, but Magna throws a wild right knee up, and into the ribs of the Chaotic one, knocking him off him. Both Mike and Magna climb to their feet, and meet up in the middle of the ring, locking up and going at it in a test of strength, neither man unable to budge the other. They break the lock up and begin to slug it out, until Magna locks in a side head lock, and steps back into the ropes. Mike pushes him across the ring, as he bounces off the ropes, and ducks under the wild clothesline from the Magna. Mike bounces off the ropes a second time, this time throwing his own clothesline, which Magna ducks, and grabs him arm, spinning him around for a DDT. Mayhem quickly counters this, twisting both their bodies into a neck breaker, from behind. Magna quickly delivers a back elbow to the challenger and breaks free from the move, and races off into the ropes once more. Mayhem turns and catches Magna as he reaches him with a hip toss. Magna manages to flip over and land on his feet, as both men turn and face each other, and slug it out some more. Both men slowly lose energy, as they continue to beat each other down, until Mike grabs Magna and hits a quick spinebuster, in the center of the ring. Mike climbs back to his feet, stumbling about, as he makes his way to the top turnbuckle, and awaits the Hotshot.) ::Zenn:: OH we just know this wont end up well, for either man. (Magna slowly, slowly gets to his feet as Mayhem awaits him, getting a little more impatient, as the hotshot gets to his feet painfully, holding his ribs. Magna turns and faces Mike, as he dives high into the air, looking for a diving clothesline. Magna sidesteps the clothesline, and grabs Mike’s right arm and forces him onto his stomach, locking in aside arm bar. Magna quickly shifts his weight and his body, and reaches around and grabs Mayhem’s leg, and attempts to lock in his pattented shotgun leglock. Mayhem screams and yells in agony as Magna locks it in and applies some pressure. ) ::Piper:: Say no more Betty it looks over now! (Suddenly from nowhere a larger man crawls from beneath the ring and slides beneath the bottom rope. His face is masked and his neck carries chains around it. He runs to Magna, and Mayhem, kicking Magna square in the side of the head before grabbing Mayhem and slamming him down with a sitout crucifix Powerbomb. Magna is on his feet and charges at the abomination who kicks the worn Magna hard into the ribs and follows it with a cross arm brainbuster DDT. Referee Terry Fritzpatrick calls for the bell.) ::Jim Coors:: Yea it's defi..Def. Definately over now. (DINGDINGDING) (Freedman turns to Fritzpatrick and grabs him by the shirt. He hoists him into the air and launches him over the top rope where he falls to the floor below. Mayhem rolls out of the ring and exits through the crowd as Magna heads up the ramp and Security rushes to the ring. Christopher launches himself into the group of guards and begins assaulting those of which still standing with vicious rights and lefts. The man is crazed, and when things seem most hopeless Mike Mayhem slides back into the ring and begins a slugfest with Freedman. The two are exchanging blows when multiple tazers bring him down from behind as the scene moves backstage..) (We see Adrian Angel being check by medical examiners as Alexander storms up to him.) ::Alexander Caine:: Look Adrian, I just want to know who hit who first. ::Adrian Angel:: I told you I hit the fucker first, and he lashed out. Lemme fire him! ::Alexander Caine:: NO! You're not going to fire one of top stars! I should call my brother in here to kick his ass, and teach him not to lay a hand on me... ::Alexander:: Ya-Ya-Ya-Your Brother? You don't ME~ ::Adrian:: Yea, I should call him right no~ ::Alexander:: NO! NO! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!!!! You wil NOT bring HIM Here...NOT NO, Do you understand me! You will NOT bring that THING... Here. ::Adrian:: Alright...I won't. ::Alexander:: He will not be brought here. He wil NOT...Fucking Looney...Fire...Mor....HAH! No..he will NOT bring him here...No..No he won't.... (Alexander walks off screen) ::Brian Zenn:: Alexander seems a bit distraught...Don't you think? ::Jim Coors:: Belch* So what's his problem? He looks distraught... ::Peter Piper:: wow...I...I don't know what to say...to that stupidity...Way to go Jim. You've one-up'd yourself with that one. ::Laura Layne:: Ladies and Gentleman. This next match is a singles match and is scheduled for one fall. ::PA System:: “Who’s to know if your soul will fade at all. The one you sold to fool the world. Your lost your self esteem a long--- the way------ YE---AH. (Seether’s Fake it starts to play over the P.A System for the second time tonight. The crowd get to their feet and start boo loudly as the new Co-Owner; Adrian Angel; walks out from behind the curtain with a microphone in his hand and not looking to happy.) ::ADRIAN:: Cut the damn music! (Adrian’s music is abruptly cut short.) ::ADRIAN:: Morrigan. Tonight is only my first night and you come into my office with the bullshit you did earlier, your ass is lucky, and I mean damn lucky, that you are even still under contract with EWA. Apparently something’s going on with you and Caine because he won’t let me fire you. At least why you still have the title around your waist. Say’s it would be bad for business. (The crowd give a big cheer for the fact that Morrigan can’t be fired.) ::ADRIAN:: However also with our little conversation between me and Caine, My full control over the North American is in effect and I can use it how I see fit. So this is what I’m going to do. This match that’s about to happen right now between you and Vayne, is going to be for the North American title. Disqualifications, count outs and Technical count outs will end the match. And remember. The title CAN change hands if match result ends in a disqualification. Good Luck. (Once again the crowd gets to its feet and applauds the decision to make match a title match. ) ::ADRIAN:: (announcers name) if you don’t mind. Please start over again and make sure you announce it as a title match. (Adrian turns his back and walks back through the curtains and out of sight.) ::Laura Layne:: Ladies and gentleman, this next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the North American Championship title. Introducing first, the challenger... VAYNE! ::PA System:: ; I am, I am, I am I said I wanna get next to you I said I gonna get close to you You wouldnt want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too? (Vayne makes his way to the ring wearing his leather jacket and green shades, slapping a few hands as the crowd shares mixed reactions to the angry pure superstar.) ::Laura Layne:: And his opponent and the North American Champion. BEN... MORRIGAN!! ::PA System:: 1,2,3,4! (The music Kicks in after the initial "1,2,3,4!' Morrigan charges out and stands atop the ramp. With both hands he raises the North American Championship above his head. The crowd cheer there approval. Morrigan then charges down the ramp and drops the title on the ground just outside ring and slides in. He gets to his feet and stutter steps towards Vayne backing him into the corner. Morrigan smiles and backs into the far corner and lets the ref check him over.) (DINGDINGDING) (The lights in the arena start to flicker a little. It causes both Vayne and Morrigan to look up and around the arena for a second. Then they start to focus on each other again. They slowly circle the ring and each closer and closer to each other. After a few fakes to go high and low from both competitors they get into a t-bone lock up. Vayne is forced to drop to one knee. He recovers and lets out a yell.) ::Vayne:: AHHHHHHHHH! (And Vayne forces Morrigan into the corner. Vayne doesn’t release the old and the ref starts his count.) 1… 2… 3… 4.. (Vayne puts his arms up as if he is doing nothing wrong. Morrigan starts yapping at the referee. Drop kick to Morrigans knee by Vayne that catches him off guard. Morrigan grabs his knee as he is on the mat. In a cocky attitude Vayne plays to the crowd by flexing his biceps to the crowd. Then Vayne picks up Morrigan by his hair. Morrigna knocks away Vaynes arm and hits him with a knife edge chop.) CROWD: WHOOOOO!!!! (Vayne comes back with a chop of his own.) CROWD: WHOOOOO!!!! (Morrigan comes back with another chop. Vayne quickly tries another chop but Morrigan ducks underneath it and jumps up and nails Vayne with a beautiful drop kick to Vaynes chest. Again both men get their feet quickly they charge at each other and Morrigan gets nailed with a vicious clothesline from Vayne. Vayne goes for the quick cover.) 1… (Barely a one count as Morrigan kicks out with a lot energy. Once more both men get to there feet quickly and Morrigan nails a hip toss and follows up with an arm bar. The ref gets on the mat to see if Vayne is going to give. But he’s nowhere close. He’s able to roll out backwards but Morrigan refuses to let go of Vaynes hand. Vayne pulls Morrigan in close and with arm lifts him and nails a belly to belly suplex.) ::Zenn:: It looks like that finally knocked some wind out of Morrigan. He’s not so quick to get up this time. (Morrigan gets to one knee with one hand on the middle rope and one on his head. Vayne becomes impatient and charges after Morrigan and catches him with a knee right into the shoulder and it knocks Morrigan through the ropes and to the outside. Morrigan is slow to get to his feet. In the ring Vayne is getting impatient again. He symbles to the crowd with Finger over finger that he is setting up to fly. Morrigan is a little grogy as he gets to his feet. Vayne jumps up to the top rope. Balances for a second, then leaps off with a front flip. Morrigan is able to catch him mid air on his shoulders and immeadiyly drops Vayne with a powerbomb to the floor.) ::Zenn:: Holy hell. Who would’ve thought Morrigan had enough to pull that off if he was getting up as groggy as he was. ::Piper:: Oh for Christ sakes. Have you ever thought that he was playing possum. (Both men are laying general lifeless on the floor on the outside. The ref calls them to the ring but gets no response. He has no choice but to start his count.) 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… ::Coors:: Five is how many beers I’ve had leading up to this point of the show. 6… ::Peter Piper:: Times 4 maybe... (Morrigan starts to move on the outside and sits up.) 7… (Morrigan finally gets up to one knee. The slowly gets up to his feet.) 8… 9… (Morrigan finally gathers his surroundings and walks to the ring and leans on it.) 10… 11… (Morrigan rolls underneath the bottom rope then back outside again. Vayne is barely moving around on the floor trying to catch his surroundings. But Morrigan doesn’t want to wait. He drags Vayne to his feet by his head. Morrigan whips Vayne with all his might into the steel ring steps and Vayne goes flying over them into the barricade on the other side. Morrigan gets up on the apron of the ring and looks toward the stage.) ::MORRIGAN:: Screw you Angel. You aren’t going to be able to get rid of me. (The fans cheer the words of Morrigan who jumps off the apron and walks over to Vayne. Picks him up by the head againg and tosses him into the ring under the bottom rope. He rolls in after him. Vayne is on his hands and knees as Morrigan gets to his feet and starts to play to the crowd a little. Then trys to lift up Vayne once more but Vayne lands a right hand to Morrigan’s gut. And another. Morrigan slams a forearm to Vayne’s back and to everyones surprise Vayne stands straight up with a crazed look on his face. Morrigan looks taken aback. He lands a left hand on Vaynes cheek who just shrugs it off. Morrigan trys another left but it’s blocked by Vayne and followed by a left of his own that knocks Morrigan back. Morrigan try’s again but with the same result. Before Morrigan try’s a third Vayne hits him with a flurry of lefts and rights and backing him into the corner. He beats him down to the middle rope and starts stomping a mud hole into his chest. Vayne backs up and runs at Morrigan and nails a floating Drop kick ala Chris Sabin. Vayne gets to his feet and starts playing to the crowd as Morrigan is rolling around in the corner holding his face.) (Vayne see’s Morrigan starting to get to his feet. So he gets on the apron of the ring without Morrigan seeing where he is going. Morrigan gets to his feet dazed and confused. He turns to Vayne who has jumped onto the top and launched himself into the air with a front flip, lands on Morrigan’s shoulders and hits a Hurricanrana. Vayne quickly goes for the pin.) 1… 2... (The arena goes pitch black. We can hear a bunch of action in the ring and a huge bang as body hits the map. A few seconds later the lights come back on and both Vayne and Morrigan are bloodied and laid out on the mat unconscious along with the referee. Laying around Vayne and Morrigan’s body is decapitated rats that are bleeding from there neck where the heads use to be. After a few seconds to view the carnage in the ring the show cuts to a commercial.) ------------------------------------------------------------- November Riot... Only on Pay Per View... $15.99 ------------------------------------------------------------- (We return from commercial to find all four men in the ring. Caine and Kaige play a quick game of paper rock scissors in their corner, which Caine loses. Kaige smiles as he steps to the apron and Caine begins to stretch his limbs before approaching the center of the ring. Meanwhile Davis and Powers have began arguing over who it is who will start.) --}DING!DING!DING!{-- (Powers finally steps through the ropes and slaps Davis in the back of the head then steps back through the ropes and charges Caine, tackling him to the mat and hammering away on him. Davis shakes his head and steps through the ropes as Powers stands and yells to the crowd. James climbs slowly to his feet and squares off with Powers. The two lock up and Powers quickly wraps Caine and slams him with a rolling belly to belly suplex. Caine is up quickly as Powers leans on the ropes and yells to the cheering crowd. Powers turns and is met with a kick to the ribs followed quickly by a DDT. Caine quickly repositions himself and applies a reverse sleeper hold. Referee mike Semen checks the hold as Davis takes his time moving to make the save.) ::Brian Zenn:: An excellent match thus far. ::Peter Piper:: Davis awfully slow to the save. (As Davis Approaches Powers demonstrates his strength and manages to get to his feet and grabs Caine, he hoists James into the air and flattens him facedown into the mat. Davis shrugs and turns back to leave the ring when Vic shoves him hard into the ropes, and steps to the apron himself. Davis looks to Powers for a moment as Caine makes a tag to Kaige. Davis turns as Kaige approaches, and Davis turns back smacking Powers hard across the face. Powers slaps him back as Kaige just laughs still approaching. Davis turns and superkicks Kaige to the mat, Kaige quickly recovers however and the two lock up. Kaige wraps Davis in a side headlock. Kaige begins to drag Davis to his corner, when Davis throws Kaige to the ropes. Kaige bounces off, and rebounds as Davis drops to the ground. Caine drops off the apron as Kaige bounces off the ropes in their corner, almost being hit. Davis leapfrogs Kaige as Kaige continues his charge. Davis meanwhile takes off on a charge off his own and the two meet at the center of the ring tackling each other with clotheslines.) ::Jim Coors:: Holy fungus, and barley! Both men down. ::Peter Piper:: This is why I hate you... (Kaige rolls from the ring as Davis rolls and gets to his feet. Kaige slides back in the ring and back suplexes Davis. Kaige helps Daivs to his feet and locks up his head and exposes his ribs after making the tag to Caine. Caine climbs to the top rope and double axe handles Davis's exposed chest. Caine stands Davis and slams him hard with a quick snap suplex. and whips him hard into his own corner follwing it up with an amazing flying body splash, Powers makes a hard tag to Davis' back, and enters the ring as Caine attempts a clothesline on Davis who grabs Caine's arm swings under and sets Caine on is shoulders. Powers smiles as he looks at Caine, before suddenly snapping and kicking Davis in the gut.) ::Coors / Piper / & Zenn:: Oh my Shirley! / What the fuck? / He just nailed his partner! (Caine lands on his feet and helps Powers dump Davis over the top rope before they both turn to Kaige. Kaige steps in the ring and approaches Caine and Powers.) ::Brian Zenn:: This doesn't look good for Kaige. (The three men begin to close the distance between them when Caine steps in front of Kaige, and turns to face Powers, seemingly blocking his path.) ::Jim Coors:: Can someone tell me what's going on? ::Peter Piper:: All hell is breaking loose and it's entertainment. (Powers says something to Caine who responds as Kaige smiles before nailing Caine with a forearm to the back of his head that sends him through the ropes and outside the ring near Davis. Kaige turns to Powers and the two begin tossing names and words at each other before Powers makes the first strike. Powers strikes right back, and the fight is on. Right, Right, Left, Right, Left, Right, Right, Left, the blows are traded neither man gaining any ground when Johnny davis slides into the ring.) ::Brian Zenn:: Back and forth, back and forth... Neither of these men giving an inch. ::Peter Piper:: Betty we could be seeing a preview of the next pay per view right now! (Davis begins to sneak behind Powers when Powers ducks a shot from Kaige that flattens Davis. Caine pokes his head up from the apron and begins rubbing the back of it. Caine starts to slide into the ring when he gets smashed in the back of the head with a flaming steel chair by Spaz.) ::Jim Coors:: HEY!!! He's not involved in this match! (Powers takes Kaige down with a clothesline, but Kaige gets back to a knee. Spaz unloads a shot on the fallen Caine before leaning down and screaming at him. Kaige is nailed with a shot from Powers, but throws a shot into Powers gut. Kaige grabs Powers and whips him across the ring. Kaige bounces off the other side, but Spaz Slams the still flaming chair into him as Powers slows himself and Spaz moves back up the rampway. Powers climbs to the top rope, as Kaige stands and turns into a diving shoulder block. Just as Powers lands on his feet he is met with a flipping neckbreaker from behind by Caine. All four men are down in the center of the ring....... ) ::Peter Piper:: This has become anyone's game! I don't even think Semen cares who the legal man is. (Caine crawls to his feet, as does Davis. Caine begins moving towards Davis using the ropes, as Davis moves away. Davis suddenly charges Caine and dropkicks him over the top rope. Davis follows him, and grabs a handful Caine's hair. Davis scoops Caine and drops him chest first across the guardrail. Caine staggers back and Davis plants a right hand to his jaw. davis begins slugging Caine back up the entryway, as Powers and Kaige reach their feet in the ring and begin a slugfest as well.) ::Brian Zenn:: This is all coming to a finish! something's gonna explode here! ::Jim Coors:: OH Yea you could cut this tension with a ~RALFFF~ ::Brian Zenn:: OH GOD! He puked all over me! (Davis continues hammering as Kaige and Powers are going back and forth. ) ::Peter Piper:: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA ::Brian Zenn:: There's peanuts, gummi worms and beer all over my gucchi!!! (Caine grabs Davis's head out of nowhere and drills it into the steel supports, as Davis Staggers back Caine kicks him in the gut leaps into the air and brings him down with a three quarter turn sitting neckbreaker. In the ring Powers slams himself into Kaige's ribs and hoists him into the air with a fireman's carry, he twists his abdomen and then uncoils, launching Kaige into the air and bringing him hard into the mat. Powers rolls him over for a cover, as Semen Slides into place.) 1... (Caine begins to move up the ramp.) 2... (Caine Crawls into the ring) 3!!! (DINGDINGDING) (Caine lands atop Powers breaking the pin a split second to late. Powers rolls off Kaige, as Caine stands slowly back up and leans himself into a corner. Powers stands himself and begins to play to a crowd.) ::Laura Layne:: Your winners, by way of Pinfall......Johnny Davis, and VIC...POWERS! (Powers looks at Caine and begins to walk towards him smiling and nodding. Caine steps from the corner, and slowly towards Powers bleeding from the forehead slightly..) ::PA System:: ONE....BAD.....DAY... (The Gi-Screen shows the words as they are spoken, and seconds later the lights go out for the second time in the arena. They return moments later and James Caine is no longer in the ring, as Powers stands confused in the ring. The cameras show pictures of Davis seated against the Gi-Screen supports, and Kaige blinking up at the lights as the EWA logo appears in the lower left of the screen, before it fades out to the DoM2K8 logo.)