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Pre Show Dark Match: Reckoning def Adam Royal via pin @ 9:27 Pre Show Dark Match: Deshae Ja Voidana def Lillith Morgan via pin @ 8:26 Announcer: Live from the Olympic Park Arena in Melbourne, Australia.. ...Pro Wrestling X presents ADRENALINE 79 LIVE on ESPN2HD! [An MASSIVE pyro display shoots off throughout the arena-and the crowd is in a frenzy. "TRIC" then slowly begins to fade out as we pan around the ring] Crowd: PWX, PWX, PWX, PWX, PWX, PWX Solo: Welcome everyone to ADRENALINE 79! Ricky: We are LIVE from the Olympic Park Arena in beautiful Melbourne Australia!! Presented in in High Definition on ESPN2HD! Solo: We are on the road to Do Or Die live on Pay Per View at the end of the month-and what a huge night it is tonight! Ricky: We have a HUGE Tag Team Main Event, plus Dazz makes his first appearance on PWX TV as the NEW Next Generation Champion-when he defends against Scott Styles! Solo: We're coming off the heels of a HELLACIOUS debut show for Projekt Kalifornia last night-so let's send it to Alexis for our opening contest-it's The Archetype vs The New Blood! Crowd: PWX, PWX, PWX, PWX, PWX ARCHETYPE vs NEW BLOOD MICHEAL NORCIA vs CHRIS KOSTOFF THIS NEXT MATCH IS A STANDARD MATCH!!! Solo: These two men have met 2 other times, both times Norcia has come out on top. Could this be the week that Kostoff gets over that hump and gains a major victory in PWX? Ricky: But yet he faces the man who is God in PWX. Norcia himself. Right now, can anyone actually beat Norcia? Solo: I don't know. We all know how tuff Kosotff is, but can tuffness over come the pure viciousness of Norcia? Ricky: We'll soon find out. (The lights go out. The crowd's energy seems to rise every second until....a whistle is heard. The opening cords of "Evengel' screams across the pa system. A single white light shines down as Kostoff comes out onto the stage. Kostoff stands there as a chorus of boos and cheers rain down around him. Kostoff slowly makes his way to the ring and climbs in. Anger rages in Kostoff's eyes as he stands and looks around. Anger begins to well up in his eyes as the ref talks to him.) Solo: Something looks different in Kostoff tonight. (The lights go out as "The New Black" comes across the speakers. The crowd rises to their feet as Norcia make shis way out from behind the curtain. Norcia stands on the stage and looks down at the ring. Norcia slowly makes his way to the ringside area as the crowd is still going nuts for him. Norcia looks up into the ring as Kostoff paces back and forth. Norcia smiles and slides in under the bottom rope. Before the ref can signal for the bell, Norcia charges and takes Kostoff down with a big spear. The two big men roll arounf on the mat throwing massive rights to the each others face. Norcia gets to his feet and goes to kick Kostoff while he's down. Kostoff catches the big boot of Norcia and leg whips him to the mat. Kostoff holds onto the foot of Norcia and begins to apply pressure.) Solo: Right out of the gate these two are going at it!!! (Kostoff drops a knee down into the hamstring of Norcia. Kostoff lets go of Norcia's leg. Norcia rolls to his stomach and pops up to his feet. The two men glare at each other as they lock up in the middle of the ring. Norcia drives his knee into the stomach of Kostoff sending Kostoff to his knees. Norcia drives a knee to the side of Kostoff's head. Norcia gets Kostoff to the mat and beigns to unload with a series of knees to the ribs and head of Kostoff. Norcia puts his forearm on the back of Kostoff's head and begins to rub Kostoff's face in the mat.) (Norcia gets to his feet and pulls Kostoff up. Norcia hooks the arms of Kostoff and drops him with a double arm DDT in the ring. Norica gets to his feet and looks around. Norcia drops a knee down into the chest of Kostoff. Norcia pulls Kostoff up...low blow from Kostoff!!! Out of desperation Kostoff grabs Norcia by his face and slams him to the mat. Kostoff climbs on top of Norcia and begins to unload rights to the face of Norcia. Norcia's head bounces off the mat. Kostoff gets to his feet and pulls Norcia up. Kostoff sends Norcia into the ropes and nails Norcia with a clothesline coming back off. Kostoff pulls Norcia up and lands a right to the chin. Norcia falls to one knee. Norcia pulls himself up and lands a whicked right to the mouth of Kostoff. Kostoff staggers back as Norcia gets to his feet and charges Kostoff. Norcia nails Kostoff with a clothesline that sends Kostoff over the top rope!!) Solo: This is going outside the ring. It might get nasty early folks!!! (Kostoff hits the cement floor with a splat. Norcia exits the ring and lands on the floor next to Kostoff. Norcia pulls Kostoff up and slams him head into the steel ring post. Kostoff's head bounces off of it like a super ball. Kostoff leans against the ring post as Norcia takes a step back. Norcia hollers out as he charges and goes for the big boot to the head...Kostoff slides out of the way!!!! Norcia's big boot nails the ring post with a sickening sound. Norcia hollers out in pain as he grabs his leg. Kostoff lays on the cement floor sucking in air quickly. Kostoff gets to his feet slowly and kicks Norcia in the leg. Norcia hits the floor holding his leg. Kostoff grabs Norica by his head and begins to slam it into the cement floor!!!) (Norcia grabs Kostoff by his head and pushes him over. Kostoff hits the floor and rolls to his feet. Norcia gets up and nails Kostoff with a massive clothesline sending him to the floor!!! Norcia gets to his hands and knees breathing heavy. Norcia rubs his leg as he walks over to the time keepers table and shoves the time keeper out of his chair. Norcia walks back over as Kostoff gets to his feet.....THWACK!!!!! Norcia tags Kostoff with a huge chair shot to the head. Kostoff stands on his feet out cold. Blood begins to spill down the face of Kostoff. Norcia rears back and nails Kostoff again with another chair shot!!!) (Norcia throws the chair down as Kostoff falls to the floor. Norcia pulls Kostoff to his feet and dirves a elbow to the chin of Kostoff. Kostoff falls to his hands and knees as Norcia circles him. Norcia kicks Kostoff in the ribs sending Kostoff to his back. Kostoff whipes some of the blood from his face as he tries to get to his feet again. Norcia nails Kostoff with another big kick to his ribs. Kostoff hollers out in pain as Norcia stands over him tuanting Kostoff.) Solo: Norcia is looking very vicious now folks. (Norcia grabs Kostoff and pulls him to his feet. Norcia laughs as he rolls Kostoff into the ring. Norcia follows in close and kicks Kostoff over. Norcia goes for a pin...1....2....kickout by Kostoff!!!) (Norcia looks down and shrugs his shoulders as he pulls Kostoff up and sends him crashing into the corner. Norcia charges...Kostoff gets his boots up and catches Norcia in the face. Norcia staggers back as Kostoff lunges forward and nails Norcia with a clothesline. Kostoff gets to his feet slowly and drops a knee down into the chest of Norcia. Kostoff gets to his feet and pulls Norcia up and sends him through the ropes and outside the ring. Kostoff extis the ring and stalks Norcia. Kostoff grabs Norcia by his head and pulls him up. Kostoff slams Norcia face first into the ring post. Norcia's head stays against the ringpost as Kostoff goes under the ring and pulls out a table and a 2x4. Kostoff kicks Norcia in the back. Norcia hollers out in pain as Kostoff drives the 2x4 into the spine of Norcia!!) Solo: Kostoff is getting back into this match now. (Kostoff sets the table up as he whipes some more blood from his face. Kostoff shakes his head as he turns around...Norcia is on his feet and he leaps and tackles Kostoff down to the ground. Norcia lands rights to the face of Kostoff sending blood splattering on the floor. Norcia gets to his feet and grabs Kostoff. Anger races across his face as Norcia drives a knee into the stomch of Kostoff. Norcia hooks the head of Kostoff and gets him up. Norcia holds him in a suplex position...then spins around and drops Kostoff face first through the table!!!!) Solo: Holy shit I think Norcia might have broke the face of Kostoff!!! (Norcia gets to his feet. The crowd in on their feet going wild after the move from Norcia. Norcia looks down at the bloody mess that is Kostoff and tries to pull him out of the wreckage. Kostoff falls down in the broken table. Norcia motions for the ref. Norcia covers Kostoff in the broken table...1...2....kickout by Kostoff!!!!) Solo: I can't believe that Kostoff kicked out!!! (The crowd is going nuts over Kostoff kicking out. Norcia looks at Kostoff and shakes his head. Norcia pulls the bloody mess of Kostoff of Kostoff out of the wreckage. Norcia drags Kostoff over and slams his face into the ringpost. Kostoff falls to the floor as Norcia kicks Kostoff in the back. Kostoff hollers out in pain as Norcia stands over him. Norcia pulls Kostoff up and delivers a right to the face. Kostoff falls to one knee. Norcia pulls him back and shoots him into the steel railing.....Kostoff reverses it and sends Norcia crashing into the metal!!! Norcia hollers out in pain as Kostoff falls to the floor. Norcia falls to the floor holding his back as Kostoff gets to his hands and knees. Kostoff pulls himself up to his feet and looks at Norcia. Kostoff whipes the blood from his face and stomps Norcia in the face. Norcia tries to block the boot of Kostoff as Kostoff stomps down again. Kostoff pulls Norcia up and slams him face first into the ringpost. Norcia falls to the floor as Kostoff beigns to get fired up.) (Kostoff pulls Norcia up and drags him over by the broken table. Kostoff knees Norcia in the stomach and DDT's him down to the cement floor!!! Kostoff gets to his feet and walks into the wreckage of the table and grabs a piece of wood. Kostoff walks over to Norcia and pulls him up and puts him in a headlock. Kostoff drives the piece of wood into the flesh of Norcia!!! Norcia hollers out as Kostoff digs the piece of wood into his skull causing blood to spill down the face of Norcia!!!) Solo: Kostoff has finally gotten into this match and he is giving Norcia all sorts of hell!!!! (Kostoff lets go of the head of Norcia. Norcia falls to the floor as blood now pools underneath him. Kostoff stands over the fallen Norcia and kicks him in the ribs. Kostoff pulls Norcia up and drops him with another DDT. Kostoff covers Norcia...1....2.....kickout by Norcia!!!) Solo: Norcia might be a mess, but he won't go down that fast. (Kostoff pulls Norcia to his feet and drags him to the ring and rolls him in. Kostoff climbs in and pulls Norcia up....Low blow from Norcia!!! Kostoff doubles over as Norcia gets to his feet and grabs Kostoff in a full nelson. Norcia gets Kostoff up slams him down with a Full Nelson Slam!!!! Norcia pulls Kostoff up and sends him into the ropes and catches him with a clothesline. Norcia pulls Kostoff and sends him into the ropes again. Norcia goes for the Hand Of God...Kostoff ducks the move. Kostoff turns around and grabs Norcia and gets him up on his shoudlers and drives him to the mat with the Death Finds You!!!! Kostoff falls over as both men are laid out!!!) Solo: If Kostoff could roll over, he has Norcia pinned!!!!! (The ref checks on both men as the crowd goes wild. Dazz comes out from the crowd and gets into the ring. Kostoff gets up and rolls over....Dazz pulls Norcia to his feet and nails him with a steel chair!!!! Norcia falls to the mat in a bloody heap as the ref calls for the bell!!!) THE WINNER OF THE MATCH BY DQ....MICHAEL NORCIA!!!!! Solo: What is Dazz doing?? He cost Kostoff the match!!!! Ricky: Payback (Kostoff gets to his feet as Dazz looks on at the bloody Norcia. The ref raises the arm of Norcia as Norcia pulls his arm away and rolls out of the ring. The crowd is on their feet as Kostoff whipes the blood from his face. Kostoff looks at Dazz. Dazz turns around and glares at Kostoff. Kostoff walks over to the ropes and asks for a mic. The ringside attendent hands him a mic as Kostoff gets in the middle of the ring.) Kostoff: I don't know what the fuck you are doing in this ring, nor do I give a fuck!!! You cost me a win!!! (Dazz looks at Kostoff and shrugs his shoulders. Kostoff nods his head.) Kostoff: Now since you did this, how about a little payback Dazz?? (The crowd errupts as Dazz picks up the steel chair. The crowd goes wild as Skylar Kelly and Lars Michaels come running to the ring and get between the two men. Dazz and Kostoff holler back and forth at each other. Kostoff lifts the mic.) Kostoff: Not now you silly bastard. In 2 weeks, you and me Dazz for that little title that you have!!! How about that kid? (The crowd goes wild as Dazz nods his head. Dazz motions for the mic. Kostoff tosses it to him.) Dazz: You got it son. You and me for the Next Gen title. I'll be ready bitch, hope you are. (Dazz drops the mic and exits the ring with Skylar. Kostoff and Lars are in the ring as Lars pats the back of Kostoff.) [We open up outside a convenience store on Grand Ave. in Oakland, California, as Dazz walks out the door unwrapping a Snicker’s bar. Just as he goes to take the first bite, as Jack Mulcahy walks up with his guitar in a sport coat and tie looking at Dazz, who gives him a “WTF?” type look back.] Jack: Can I help you enjoy that Snickers? Dazz: Huh? Jack: [Playing the guitar now] Happy peanuts soar..over chocolate covered mountaintops…and waterfalls of ca-a-ra-meeeelll…. [Dazz lowers the Snickers and is dumbfounded as this guy is singing to him.] Jack: Prancing nougat in the meadow sings a song of satisfaction to the woooorrrldd…. [Standing motionless, Dazz stares at the guy like he belongs in the looney bin. After a few seconds, Jack pats Dazz on the shoulder and goes to walk away, but Dazz calls out after him.] Dazz: Hey…wait… [Jack turns back with a smile.] Jack: Again? Dazz: No… [He smirks and grabs the guitar from him, throws it into the middle of the street, and then grabs Jack by the back of the head and throws him through the window of the convenience store, sending him crashing to the floor and into a candy bar rack. Dazz smiles at his handywork and looks into the camera, finally taking a bite of his Snickers.] Dazz: Now THAT’S satisfying… [Dazz walks away as it fades into the “Snickers…Satisfying” logo.] NON TITLE MATCH PWX GLOBAL HYBRID CHAMPION DARIN ZON vs KINDRED LONDON Alexis Lace: The following is a Non Title contest, scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit! [The lights flash off in the arena, and a smoke begins to fill the arena. A deep, undistinguished voice comes over the arena and speaks angrily.] “MY GENERATION…..IS….NOW!” [BOOM! Sparks fly as “Hit the Floor” by Bullet For my Valentine hits the arena PA System, playing as loud as possible.] “I see you walking home alone, your face is alive and bright But you can't see how weak you really are 'cause I could end it tonight It's the feeling you get when you think that someone behind is watching you Well I can tell you now, that someone is me and I'm about to make it right” [Darin Zion forcefully pushes the curtains back and walks out proudly holding the Next Generation Championship on his shoulder. The crowd pops and Zion stops in the middle of stage and grins, pointing up towards the ceiling.] “Why do you take it all? Why do I beg for more? I never thought this is how I'd hit the floor Why do you take it all? Why do I beg for more? I never thought this is how I'd HIT, THE, FLOOR!” [Zion continues to walk down the entrance ramp, looking amped for action. As he walks down the aisle he slaps hands with a few fans and then picks up his speed and runs towards the ring.] “I creep up from behind, touch your neck, move down your spine Take a look and breathe so sharp Just a matter of time Don't scream I ask of you, but then you let one out and now it's time to go I come down on you like a ton of brick All over so it's time to go” [Zion runs and slides under the ring ropes, proceeding to pump the floor a couple of times before standing up and moving towards the turnbuckles. He then picks up the GHC Title and holds it beside him pointing at it, yelling out “come get this MOFO if you can!” He then jumps off the turnbuckle.] “Whoa-oah! Whoa-oah! Whoa-oah!” [Zion hands the belt over to the referee and crosses his arms in an X, almost signaling a revolution. He then drops his hands and gives a cutthroat symbol as he waits for the match to start.] Solo: Darin Zion is motivated tonight. He won the Global Hybrid Championship for a second time last week, and now he's looking to destroy this young gun here in PWX... We Taking' Overrrr IF YOU WANT TO, WE CAN SUPPLY YOU .... The lights in the arena blink rapidly, before going out. After seconds, it comes back on, the main section lighting up in blue, as the others remain default, as smoke fog appears from the entrance. As the music blasts through the PA System, the crowd goes raucous as they see through the illuminating and suddenly disappearing fog that it's none other than the true innovator himself, Kindred F'n London. Live in effect, as he comes upon the entrance way, looking at those in attendance with signs. Some in happiness, others in jealousy. If you want to, we can supply you Got enough work, to feed the whole town They won't shoot you, unless you try to Come around and try to stomp on our ground 'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time With all that, London manages to come down the rampway, raising his hands up and down raising more and more cheers from the people in the arena. A silly smirk as he's dressed in his black tanktop with "1-800 - KLO-NDON" across the front, as on the back is a white-lined sketch of London's face on the back, with the title underneath "Simply Innovative" London continues rocking his head to the beat as he makes his way into the ring, by rolling in under the bottom rope. London immediately steps onto the second turnbuckle, pounding his chest, as most of the fans approve, even though he's heel, he's loved by his fellow fanatics. London drops down, flexing his arms back and forth as he bounces off and on the ropes, waiting for his opponent. Ricky: Kindred London is a man on a mission. Impressive debut win last week, and he only can go up from here. [The bell rings-as Zion and London circle the ring. They lock up in the center-as Zion locks London's arm into a hammerlock. He turns London around-and hits a quick snapmare-followed by a stiff shin kick to the spine. London sells the shot-moving to a knee before getting up and holding his back. Zion delivers a pair of strikes to the face-before delivering a kick-doubling over his young challenger. He grabs London's arm and locks in another hammerlock. He keeps the hold locked in-and lifts him up onto his shoulders-only to drop him on the back of his head & shoulder with a modified Riccola Bomb. He goes for the cover: One....... Two..........KICKOUT! Solo: Darin Zion improves every week. Ricky: No doubt, that Archetype training has helped alot. [Zion picks up London-and hits another snapmare-followed up by another stiff drilling shot to the back. He delivers a kick to the chest-forcing London down-and follows up with an elbow drop. He goes for a cover-but only gets a 2 count. The fans cheer as Zion makes a cut throat motion-and throws London to the floor-toward the announce table. He plays to the crowd a bit, before stepping out onto the apron. London uses a metal chair to pull himself to his feet-as Zion hits a top rope Asai Moonsault. London side steps-as Zion lands on his feet. London smirks as he throws the chair at Zion-driving it into his face. He then sets it back up-and drops him with a DDT onto it-jamming the head and neck of Zion into the chair. The fans boo as he smirks and delivers a series of boots to Zion. He picks him up-and throws him into the steel steps, before delivering a few shots to the neck of his foe. He lets Zion stumble out from the steps-and slowly get to his feet as he slides into the ring-and runs back toward Zion-diving over the top rope and connecting with a plancha.] Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME *clap clap clapclapclap* Solo: MY GOD! [Both men slowly crawl to their feet. London holds his back-while Zion holds his neck. London throws an uppercut-as Zion responds in kind. Both shots get a resounding "HEEEYY!!" from the crowd. They repeat this spot a few more times-before Zion throws a knee-doubling London over-and forcing him to a knee. He climbs onto the apron-and goes for another Asai Moonsault-this time from the middle rope. The crowd gasps as the rope breaks-and Zion lands on his head] Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Solo: What the hell? Ricky: Had to be sabatoge. Solo: No doubt about that. Ricky: On the plus side, he can't get much stupider. Solo: I'm not even going there. [London smirks-as the ref checks on Zion. He forces them out of the way-and rolls Zion back into the ring-yelling "This is my match bitches." He rolls Zion into the ring-and makes a cover-but Zion kicks out at two. London smirks and picks him up-and hits him with a quick brainbuster-driving the pressure onto the injured neck of Darin Zion. He goes for the cover-and puts his foot on the rope for added leverage: ONE! TWO! THREE!! [London's music reprises-as he rolls to the floor with an arrogant smirk on his face] Alexis Lace: Here is your winner of this NON TITLE Match...KINDRED LONDON! [London heads up the ramp-and motions for a title as PEP walks out behind him with a mic] PEP: Zion, Zion, Zion...you just never learn do you? I'm glad I forgot to pay the ring attendents this evening-and they threw together that middle rope, because now at your weakest..I have a bombshell to drop...next week, you and your Archetype buddy JPO-will wrestle me and any partner you want to chose for me!..But first...it's payback..... [PEP drops the mics-and boots Zion in the face. The fans cheer as JPO slides into the ring-and makes the save. PEP rolls to the floor-as JPO grabs the mic] JPO: PEP, here's the deal. Any partner we chose? Fine. Next week, it will be The Archetype vs PEP and DAZZ! [PEP looks shocked as the crowd cheers] Solo: OH NO! Ricky: That has 'not good' all over it...... ["No Chance" reprises-and JPO helps Zion to his feer. Fade to commercial] ULTIMATE X QUALIFYER MATCH PAWN vs JAMES HARDING [We open up as James Harding is standing in the middle of the ring, waving to the crowd as his music cuts out.] Solo: And here we go with another match. Ricky: This should be quite the “exciting” match! After all, we have Pawn involved. Solo: Yes, and he should…. [White and blue lights flash at a rapid pace, as yellow lights shine into the middle of the arena. they make numbers, and those numbers are hovering above the ring. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, at this, pretty fly for a white guy hits. (Give it to me baby) Uh huh uh huh (Give it to me baby) Uh huh uh huh (Give it to me baby) Uh huh uh huh And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly for a white guy Pawn dives out of the curtain, and slides down the entrance ramp. the song continues. You know it's kind of hard Just to get along today Our subject isn't cool But he fakes it anyway He may not have a clue And he may not have style But everything he lacks Well he makes up in denial So don't debate, a player straight You know he really doesn't get it anyway He's gonna play the field, and keep it real For you no way, for you no way So if you don't rate, just overcompensate At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake The world needs wannabes Hey, hey, do that brand new thing! Pawn gets up, and grabs a sign from the crowd, one endorsing him. He holds it up, and the fans smatter him with applause. He kisses the sign, and brings it over to a little kid. (Give it to me baby) Uh huh uh huh (Give it to me baby) Uh huh uh huh (Give it to me baby) Uh huh uh huh And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly (for a white guy) he approaches the ring, and grabs the second rope. He pulls himself into the ring, and climbs up on the top rope. he walks all the the way around hte ring, stopping multiple times so that the fans can take a picture of him. He needs some cool tunes Not just any will suffice But they didn't have Ice Cube So he bought Vanilla Ice Now cruising in his Pinto, he sees homies as he pass But if he looks twice They're gonna kick his lily ass The music fades, and Pawn starts to bounce along the ropes. He throes his do-rag into the seats, and the match gets underway.] Solo: And Pawn looks as if he wants to kill Harding. [The referee signals for the bell, and both competitors glare at each other as the bell rings. Suddenly, Pawn belts out and runs towards Harding, delivering him quite the clothesline.] Ricky: Shit, he just floored Harding faster than Paris Hilton on alcohol. Solo: That made no sense! Ricky: Who cares! The point was to convey that Pawn just knocked Harding’s brains out! [Harding tries to get to his feet, but Pawn locks in an armbar on Harding. Hardings screams out in pain as Pawn continues to twist the arm back further and further with each passing second.] Solo: Apparently, he wants to be noticed! Ricky: Who, the screaming rock whore, or the kid who thinks he’s a chess piece? Solo: Don’t you think that’s an old joke? Ricky: Yes, but I love it! [After about a minute locked into the hold, the referee falls down and tells Pawn to release the hold, as he’s being too aggressive. He starts the 5 count… 1… 2… 3… [Pawn shoots his hands into the air and smiles innocently as the referee glares at him; shaking his finger.] Ricky: Apparently, that has to be Pawn’s father! Solo: Why? Because he’s correcting him for almost ripping Harding’s arm straight off the socket? Ricky: Yes! Pawn’s too much of a bad ass to just let a ref tell him what to do. [The crowd boos suddenly as Pawn hits a standing moonsault on James Harding. Pawn bows as the crowd chants for Harding.] Crowd: We want Harding, we want Harding. Solo: They want him, but Harding seems to be almost out cold. Ricky: Geez, what does he think this is… a squash match? [As Pawn taunts the crowd near the ropes, Harding stands up to his feet and charges Pawn, but as soon as he does that, Pawn, almost miraculously ducks down and monkey flips Harding over the top rope. Cockily, Pawn smiles as he watches Harding fall to the floor. James riles over in pain, Pawn plays with his hair, and tries to play off being a bad ass.] Solo: Geez, that was pretty amazing! But Pawn had better watch it! He can’t just keep going on cruise control! Ricky: Yes, he can! After all, it’s ten points for every pedestrian he hits! [Harding climbs back into the ring and watches Pawn continue to taunt the crowd. He slowly sneaks up behind Pawn and prepares to hit a suplex on him. After Pawn notices the crowd cheering, he turns around and is met with Harding’s grapple. Harding lifts him up and…BAM, hits the suplex.] Solo: Damn, finally Harding got some offense! Ricky: He’d better keep this up! After all, this is a Qualifer for the Ulitmate X match. [Harding smiles as he stands up, noting he finally got in an attack. He sits and waits to pounce his prey as Pawn sluggishly stands up. After Pawn regroups, Harding charges him with a huge ass clothesline, and sends Pawn flying over the top rope.] Solo: He just retaliated from the beginning of the match! Ricky: And Pawn’s outside the ring, and he’s standing up. Wait a minute, is Harding going to do what I think he is? Solo: Oh fuck, no! [Harding irish whips into the turnbuckle, jumps, taps the rope gently, and hits a corkscrew splash on….] SPLAT! Solo: Holy FRIGGEN SHIT! He just missed that b-e-a-utiful splash onto Pawn. Ricky: Shit, I think he literally belly flopped to the outside. Solo: How the hell can you miss a corkscrew? Ricky: Be as dumb as Darin Zion? Solo: No, you’d have to be dumber! [Pawn looks as Harding is lying on the ground, almost lifeless. Pawn begins laughing, while searching under the ring for a weapon.] Solo: Isn’t that illegal? Ricky: Hell, fuck that; this is an Ultimate X qualifier; this is NOT a pussy’s match! [Pawn smiles as he pulls out a ladder from under the ring, and slides it into the ring. After that, Pawn smiles as he picks up the lifeless body of James Harding off the ground and rolls it into the ring. Pawn climbs into the ring himself, and rolls himself into the ring. He sits the lifeless body of James Harding onto the ladder and climbs to the top turnbuckle, setting up for the Depletion.] Solo: Shit, I think he’s going to hit it… Ricky: Why is he? That’s a ladder under that guy! Solo: And he’s jumping is he going to land it… …. … .. THUD! [Harding rolls off the ladder as Pawn connects to the ladder.] Solo: Geez, what’s up with the misses tonight! Ricky: I don’t know, but I think Pawn just got checkmated. Solo: You and those dumb chess inferences! [Harding then rolls out of the ring and grabs a trash can. The crowd begins chanting for this match.] Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! [Harding once again rolls into the ring and grabs the trash can and begins to hit Pawn with hit for couple of seconds. After he smashes the trash can against Pawn’s face, he pushes Pawn off the ladder and begins to climb it. ] Ricky: What the fuck! Why the hell is he climbing? Solo: Shit, did we hire Jeff Hardy? Ricky: I sure hope not, after all, this isn’t supposed to be acid valley! [Harding climbs to the middle rung, and points his finger as Pawn continues to lay lifeless on the ground.] Solo: I hope he’s not going to miss like the other times. [Harding reaches the top as the crowd rampantly cheers for him.] Crowd: Let’s go Harding, let’s go Harding, let’s go Harding! [We flash to the crowd for a moment, seeing some of the signs in support for Harding winning the match.] Ricky: Damn, we want to see action! Solo: Oh and we are about to get some, look down at Pawn. [The camera flips back as Pawn stands up and moves the trash can to the side of the ladder while Harding is looking off into the crowd, smiling happily as if he’s going to connect with whatever move he wants to unleash. Pawn creeps up the ladder slowly, smiling sadistically as he does so.] Solo: I think Pawn’s going to ruin Harding for that face shot earlier. Ricky: I don’t know for sure, but I hope that flying idiot turns around before… [We see Pawn tap Harding on the shoulder. As soon as Harding turns around, Pawn nails him in the gut and he keels down. Pawn hoists him in his groin and signals for the X Factor.] Solo: And here they goooooooo…. WHAM! Ricky: Shit, and I think that’s all she wrote for both men. No one could have survived THAT trash can impact with that move. Solo: So would that be Checkmate for Harding AND Pawn? [Ricky chuckles sarcastically as the referee starts to count for a knock out.] 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6.. [Pawn stands up slowly and grabs his butt end.] 7.. 8.. [Pawn rolls out of the ring, smiling as he does.] 9… TEEEEEENN! [The referee signals for a Knock out, as Alexis walks into the ring.] Alexis: Ladies and gentlemen, the next man to qualify for the Ultimate X match……PAWN! [Pawn holds his hands up as he leaves to a chorus of boos.] PWX NEXT GENERATION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH DAZZ (c) vs SCOTT STYLES Alexis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the PWX Next Generation Championship! Solo: We’ll we’re set to see Dazz in his first title defense since gaining the Next Generation Championship at At All Cost – and it’s against former Next Generation Champion Scott Styles! Ricky: Yeah…if you even want to call what he had a title run… Solo: Hey…even if it was for a short time, he HAD the belt! Alexis: Introducing first, weighing in at 268lbs, and wrestling out of Malibu, California…Scott Styles! [The crowd pops, as “In Da Club by 50” Cent begins to play as the lights go out. Green & red fireworks begin to go off as the lights come back on. In the smoke a figure appears as a ring of boos shout out you SUCK. Scott Styles steps through the smoke wearing a black t-shirt saying “Piss Off” on it as he makes his way towards the ring. Scott slides into the ring & holds his hands giving the middle finger to everyone as he turns around for everyone to see. Then he goes into a corner & waits for his opponent.] Solo: Same usual attitude towards the crowd…it’ll be interesting to see what type of response Dazz gets here in Australia! Ricky: It’ll be MORE interesting to see how bad he’s suffering from Jet Lag – he was scheduled to face Steel last night in the first Projekt Kalifornia show, but Michael Norcia had other plans – and Norcia and Dazz ended up in an all out brawl all over the arena! Solo: It was a hell of a show last night, and I’ve heard there’s even more new talent on their way in for a one night championship tournament in just under two weeks! [The lights go completely black inside the Arena, and the crowd gives a mixed reaction response to the imminent arrival of Dazz. After a few seconds, we hear 2Pac’s voice ring out over the PA system.] 2Pac: # Makaveli in this…killuminati, all through your body. # The blows like a 12 guage shotty. uhh # Feel me. # God said he should send his one begotten son # To lead the wild in to the ways of the man. # Follow me. # Be my flesh, flesh and my flesh [A blue glow lights up the stage as it fills with fog, and the background track to 2Pac’s “Hail Mary” kicks in with the chorus.] # Come with me, hail mary, # Nigga run quick, see, # What do we have here now? # Do you wanna ride or die? # La, la la la, la, la, la la [Just as the first verse kicks in, Dazz emerges from the entry and into the blue fog with his one fist clenched down by his side, and one hand holding the PWX Next Generation Title belt by one end, letting it drag on the ground. He stops in the middle of the stage, looking down, and starts nodding his head to the beat of the music, his body dripping with sweat.] # I ain’t a killer, but don’t push me, # Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin’ pussy, # Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted # Peep the weakness in the rap game and showed it # Bow down, pray to god hoping that he's listenin # Seein niggas comin for me, through my diamonds, # When they glistenin # Now pay attention, # Rest me please father, # I'm a ghost in these killin fields, # Hail mary catch me if i go, # Let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a mad man Solo: And there he is! He’s been skyrocketing through the rankings here in PWX since his most recent return! Ricky: He’d definitely been a force in this current run…you’ve got to wonder how long a ten year veteran can keep up the type of pace he’s been on though! Solo: And you’ve got to wonder how the battle he had with Michael Norcia last night is going to affect him here in Australia! I heard he LITERALLY just landed about 2 hours ago at the Sydney Airport! [Dazz finally snaps his head up and begins walking towards the ring with a purpose, wearing a pair of baggy Ecko jeans shorts, no shirt, and a white bandana wrapped backwards around his shaved head, and you can see the bandage from where he was busted open the night before peeking out from underneath.] Alexis: And his opponent…weighing in at 265lbs, and wrestling out of Oakland, California….he is the PWX Next Generation Champion….DAZZ!!!!!!! # Screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies, see me flee # Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame # Set trip, empty out my clip, # Never stop to aim, # Some say the game is all corrupted, # Fuck this shit, stuck, # Niggas lucky if we bust out this shit, # Plus momma told me never stop # Until i bust a nut, # Fuck the world if they can't adjust. # It's just as well # Hail mary. [Reaching the ring, he immediately pulls himself up onto the apron by the second rope and then looks out around to the crowd who’s still giving a mixed reaction. He then nods his head, steps into the ring, hands his belt to the referee and begins pacing as the lights come up and the music dies down, and he immediately locks his sights on Styles as the referee calls for the bell.] Solo: And Styles is wasting very little time in going after Dazz! [Styles charges Dazz and catches him with a boot to the stomach, and begins unloading a series of rights and lefts on him. Backing the champ up, Styles adds in a few kicks, and Dazz is covering up as he is forced into the corner.] Ricky: It’s a smart move! He knows what the past 24 hours have been like for Dazz, and he’s planning on taking full advantage of it as he should! [Styles ends the physical assault and quickly whips Dazz out of the corner, but Dazz reverses and it’s Styles who is sent running across the ring. Dazz charges in, but Styles spins out of the way, yet Dazz is able to stop himself just before crashing chest first into the turnbuckles. Dazz turns around, and Styles is right there charging him with a clothesline, sending Dazz over the top rope and down to the floor.] Solo: And Scott Styles has started out this match taking control! It’s a little unexpected to say the least! Ricky: He’ll show flashes of brilliance…too bad they’re few and far between, and don’t last very long… Solo: Be nice… Ricky: That IS me being nice! [Styles quickly climbs out of the ring and drops down to the floor, as Dazz is trying to pick himself up off of the concrete. He’s up to a knee, and Styles walks over and begins driving right hands right into the bandaged forehead of the Next Generation Champion, and it doesn’t take long for us to see some blood begin to soak through the wound’s dressing. Styles backs off and shakes his head at Dazz, and then reaches back and slaps him across the face, eliciting an “OHHHHHH!!!!” from the crowd.] Solo: A sign of PURE disrespect from Scott Styles here! [And also not the smartest idea, apparently, because the slap seemed to wake Dazz up. He explodes back up to his feet, driving his shoulder into the midsection of Styles, and slams his back up against the ringpost, causing Styles head to also bounce off of it as well.] Ricky: That’s what he gets! [Dazz doesn’t let Styles drop to the floor though, instead hanging on in a bear hug. He carries Styles down the length of the ring, and slams him into THAT ringpost now!] Solo: Someone call a chiropractor…Styles is going to need it after this! Ricky: He’s going to need more than that… [Dazz finally drops him, and Styles falls to the floor reaching around grabbing at his back, as Dazz reaches up and feels his bandage coming off. He pulls it off of his head and tosses it aside before stomping down right in the middle of his back. Reaching down, he pulls Styles back up to his feet, and rolls him back into the ring, and then follows him in. Styles is moving slowly, trying to crawl away, still reaching at his back. Dazz catches him easily though and pulls him up to his feet, hooks him up, and tosses him with a German release suplex, and Styles’ back arches up in pain upon impact with the mat.] Solo: Dazz is going to work on the back of Styles now that he’s gotten him softened up a bit. Ricky: Softened up? Styles is going to need to find out where Boyd got his wheelchair by the time this one’s over! [Dazz stalks Styles and pulls him up again, this time scooping him up and dropping him deliberately across his leg for a backbreaker, but holds it there, turns him so he’s laying facing up, and drives his knee right into the back while pushing down on each end. Styles’ arms are flailing in pain, as Dazz is yelling at him to give it up. When it becomes apparent Styles isn’t going to submit, Dazz scoops him right back up, and tosses him up and behind him with a big fallaway slam!] Solo: Dazz has turned this one around in a hurry, as he is just man-handling Scott Styles right now! [Dazz lays across Styles for a non-chalant pin attempt.] ONE!!! TWO!! Solo: No! Styles gets a shoulder up. Ricky: He should have stayed down… [Getting back to his feet, Dazz pulls Styles up and quickly sends him across the ring with an Irish whip. Styles manages to barely duck under a clothesline attempt, and comes back landing a flying forearm smash to the forehead, knocking Dazz down.] Solo: A desperation move by Styles! [Styles quickly rolls out of the ring to try and recover, as Dazz sits up, shaking his head. He looks around and spots Styles on the outside of the ring, gets to his feet, and heads towards the ropes, but the referee stops him from getting out of the ring, while Styles looks up and taunts him. Dazz shoves the referee aside and tries to lean over the top rope to grab Styles, but Styles jumps up onto the apron, grabs onto Dazz’s head, and drops back down stringing his throat across the top rope and sending Dazz flying backwards and to the mat. Styles laughs as he slides back into the ring and gets to his feet, now walking with a “gangsta lean” mocking Dazz, flashing fake gang signs. Dazz gets up to his hands and knees, and Styles lays a boot to the back of Dazz’s head, flattening him out again, and then quickly lands a leg drop right across the back of his head. Styles then quickly rolls him over and hooks the leg.] Solo: Now Styles with a cover!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! Kickout! Ricky: A strong kickout from the Next Generation Champion. [Styles glares up at the referee and yells something about a slow count, but gets up to his feet and pulls Dazz up with him. He lifts a knee to the midsection, puts Dazz in a front facelock, and hoists him up for a standing vertical suplex, keeping him in the air for quite a while before bringing him crashing down to the mat. He floats over Dazz for another cover.] Solo: Styles for another pin! ONE!!! TWO!!! Kickout! Ricky: And again, Dazz kicks out! [Styles slams the mat in anger and gets up yelling at the referee, but not turning his focus away from Dazz, who tries to sit up. Styles reaches down and pulls him the rest of the way up, landing a punch to the side of his head in the process. He grabs Dazz by the arm and whips him hard into the corner, and Dazz’s back slams into the turnbuckles. Styles smirks and circles back towards the opposite corner before turning around and charging in, but is surprised by Dazz who explodes out of the corner and knocks Styles down with a huge shoulder block. Styles pops right back up to his feet and tries to land a punch, but Dazz blocks it and fires off 3 quick jabs and follows them up with a left hook that sends Styles stumbling away towards the ropes. Dazz stays on him and pushes him off the ropes, whipping him across the ring, and landing a Lou Thesz Press on the comeback, and begins to pound away at Styles some more.] Solo: Dazz has gotten his second wind! Ricky: Wind? More like a tornado! [Getting back up to a vertical base now, Dazz reaches down and pulls Styles back up to his feet, scoops him up into a guerilla press and holds Styles high over his head. He spins him around slowly a couple of times, looking out to the crowd, and then drops down to a knee and drops Styles across his knee for a huge gut buster. Dazz rolls Styles over for a cover.] Solo: This should do it! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE… Solo: NO!! Styles managed to get a shoulder up at the last possible second! Ricky: That HAD to be pure instinct…because he’s in some pain right now! [Dazz just smirks and shakes his head, as he pulls Styles back to his feet. He goes to scoop Styles up for a slam, but Styles slips over his shoulder and lands on his feet behind the Champion, and clubs him across the back of the head with a forearm sending him staggering forward into the ropes. Dazz turns around, leaning back against the ropes, and sees Styles charging him, drops down, and pulls the top rope down.] Solo: Dazz lowered the bridge! Ricky: But look! [Styles was able to save himself from crashing to the floor by grabbing onto the middle rope. Dazz gets up, and Styles drives his shoulder right into the midsection of the Next Generation Champion, causing Dazz to stumble backwards. Climbing back into the ring, Styles grabs Dazz by the arm and spins him around, but is met with a boot to the stomach.] Solo: Uh oh… [Dazz quickly hooks him up in a pumphandle, hoists him up, and sits out the slam for a Dazzler.] Ricky: OH MAN! OUT OF NOWHERE! [Dazz lays across Styles and hooks the leg.] ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! Solo: It’s over! [The referee calls for the bell, and raises Dazz’s hand in victory once he’s back to his feet, and then hands Dazz his belt, to which he just rolls his eyes and lets it hang from his hand.] Ricky: Styles put up one hell of a fight in this one though…you can’t deny it! Solo: No you can’t – it was a hell of a match! But Dazz is STILL the PWX Next Generation Champion, whether he likes it or not! [“Hail Mary” reprises as Dazz climbs out of the ring and heads back towards the locker room.] FOR THE 745th TIME VIOLENT K vs NESS [Get Ya Wicked On" Thunder noises are heard as we are given an earthquake type of feeling around the arena. The lights totally cut to black and the crowd scream and get extremely hyped when a purple flashlights shine towards the entrance way with mist beginning to emerge. The purple spotlight fades out and we are in darkness once again. With a moment of silence, fire blast from either side of the entrance way and dies quickly as Insane Clown Posse's Murder Rap begins to play through the speakers. The lights flash with a purple and white effect when Violent K walks out and begins walking down towards the ring while being given an enormous pop from the crowd. Fans reach out to touch him and to clap his hand but he is to focused and carries on staring at the ring. He slides into the ring and makes his way to the top rope where he throws his arms up into the air.] Crowd: You sold out! You sold out! Solo: What a warm reception for the former PWX Champion. Ricky: Yes, and he sold out many arenas too! Solo: Geez, no, he sold out to the New Blood! ["Terra in Black" by Alisean hits on the PA as Ness walks down to the ring. He smiles sadistically at Violent K as he does so.] Solo: Ness has had quite the impact on PWX ever since returning. Ricky: Yeah, the damn bastard cost Peter Ebdon a shot at the PWX Title. Solo: And apparently he wants that belt himself. After all, he’s been so close to tasting gold before! Ricky: Yes, and kept losing as he keeps disappearing and reappearing! Solo: Of course, it has helped him. [Ness enters the ring and eyes Violent K. Both men stare at each other, almost glaring through the other man’s soul.] Ricky: And for the 745th time…..here we go! [The bell rings as both men immediately go to work and punch each other back and forth.] Solo: Typical beginning to the 745th match these two have been in with each other. Ricky: But isn’t that really exaggerated? Solo: Probably not, after all, they can pretty much dodge whatever they pull against the other.] [Violent K and Ness continue to exchange punches until Ness tries to kick Violent K; however, Violent K grabs Ness’ foot. He holds Ness in place for a minute before Ness attempts to connect with an enzuguri. However, Violent K ducks and Ness misses it, landing on his feet. As Ness goes for the round-about of the move; Violent K drops Ness’ foot and ducks under Ness, and watches Ness fall to the ground.] Solo: See told you! Ricky: Damn, that’s good! [Ness stands up and brushes his shoulder as Violent K charges Ness with a clothesline; however, Violent K misses as Ness ducks under VK and smiles. He then runs and grapples Violent K from behind. Ness tries to lift Violent K into the air, however, Violent K weighs himself towards the ground.] Solo: And again, Violent K is making sure Ness does not one up him. Ricky: And what about Ness? Solo: Geez, same thing. What do you think? They’d miss each other by a long shot? They’ve done this too many times NOT to know the other’s moves. [Ness again tries to lift Violent K into the air, but Violent K turns around and thrusts his elbows into Ness’ ears. After about 5 shots, Ness lets go, and Violent K Irish whips the ropes, and tries to deliver a spinning heel kick to Ness; however Ness dodges and watches Violent K hit the floor. Ness then jumps and dropkicks Violent K in the face.] Solo: FIRST OFFENSE OF THE MATCH! Ricky: I think VK’s lost his touch! Solo: Do you honestly think that’ll keep him down? [As Violent K hits the ground, Ness stands up to his feet and smiles. He then runs towards Violent K and attempts to hit a splash on him, but misses it and connects to the mat. Writhing on the mat in pain, Ness is holding his midsection as Violent K goes on the attack, laying the boots to Ness, who quickly rolls out of the ring to avoid anymore punishment.] Solo: Could be a costly mistake by Ness, but he’s minimizing the damage by getting the hell out of there… Ricky: But Violent K’s not waiting for him! [VK runs the far ropes and connects with a baseball slide to Ness’ back, sending him slamming into the security barrier. Landing on his feet, Violent K grabs Ness, scoops him up, and slams him down onto the concrete, and then brushes his hair out of his face.] Solo: THAT had to hurt. Ricky: Ya think? [Reaching down, VK pulls Ness back up to his feet and whips him so his back slams into the apron of the ring, and then unloads three hard chops across his chest, with the crowd letting out a “WOOOO!!!” after each one, but out of nowhere Ness fires back with a chop of his own that had so much force behind it, it causes VK to drop down to a knee. Ness slowly backs up away from VK a few feet, and then charges, slamming his knee right into the side of VK’s head and knocking him down. Moving quickly to the timekeeper’s table, Ness grabs a steel chair and folds it up, walks quickly back towards VK, who’s trying to get up, and slams it across his back.] Solo: WOW!!! NESS IS LOOKING TO MAKE DAMN SURE HE WINS THIS MATCH! Ricky: Dude…we see chair shots ALL THE TIME…Sit back down before you give yourself a coronary! [Tossing the chair aside, Ness smirks, and grabs VK by the hair, yanking him back up to his feet, and leads him over towards the announcer’s table, where he slams Violent K’s face down onto it.] Solo: Look out! Ricky: Damn it! I think they got sweat on my popcorn! Solo: Maybe it needed some more salt? Ricky: Eww… [VK stumbles away, but Ness stays on the chase, grabbing him from behind and shoving him right into the ring post. VK’s head bounces off of it, and he collapses over the top of the ring steps.] Solo: My god…Ness isn’t just trying to beat Violent K…he’s trying to DESTROY him! Ricky: Hey…do me a favor and go get me some more popcorn. Solo: Huh? Ricky: I need new popcorn! Solo: I’m busy calling a match…LIKE YOU SHOULD BE TOO! Ricky: FINE…..how about at the next commercial break? Solo: NO! [Ness leans over and picks up the chair he had thrown aside just a minute ago, and comes back with it. Yelling profanity at Violent K, he slowly raises it up over his head, but right as he’s bringing it down, VK rolls out of the way and down onto the floor JUST in time, causing the steel on steel impact to rattle Ness’s hands and drop the chair as he tries to shake out the sting.] Ricky: That couldn’t have felt too good… [While Ness is still shaking his hands out, Violent K is pulling himself back up to his feet by the ring apron. Once he reaches a vertical base, he’s a little wobbly, but he reaches into the crowd and pulls a steel chair out of the front row.] Solo: Hey! Where’s that little old lady going to sit?!? Ricky: Who CARES?!? What’s more important? Her sitting, or these two beating the crap out of each other? Solo: Well…she DID pay for her seat… Ricky: She’s got ringside tickets…she should be HONORED that Violent K chose to use HER chair! Solo: You’re an idiot. [Still a bit wobbly, Violent K pulls the chair back in a baseball batter’s type position, and sneaks up behind Ness. Violent K says something to Ness, causing him to turn around, and…] SMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!! Solo: GOD DAMN!!! HE JUST TATTOOED NESS ACROSS THE FACE WITH THAT BASEBALL SWING!!! [Ness is instantly busted open from the side of his head and crashes to the ground. VK throws the chair aside, as in the background we can see an usher getting the lady a new chair, and then he leans down and pulls Ness up, grabs him by his hair in the back of his head, and gets right in his face…] VK: I TOLD YOU THAT YOU WEREN’T GOOD ENOUGH!!! […and then slams his face down onto the edge of the ring, causing him to just crumple down to the floor like an accordion.] Ricky: Good Christ almighty… Solo: I think Ness may be out cold… Ricky: How could he NOT be? [Pulling him up, Ness is basically dead weight to Violent K as he manages to roll him back into the ring, and then slowly walks to the end of the apron and climbs the steps. Ness is bleeding a pretty good amount from his head, as he lies motionless on the mat near the ropes. Violent K steps back into the ring slowly with a smirk, looking down at his handywork.] Solo: Just end the match now! You’ve made your point! Ricky: You heard what he said earlier in the week! He wants to make sure Ness doesn’t EVER come back this time! [Pulling Ness up now, VK quickly ties Ness up by the arms into the top and middle rope, reaches back and smacks him with a backhand, and that seems to wake Ness up, as he quickly starts shaking his head, and instinctively tries to fight to get out of the ropes. But to no avail, he can’t get himself free, as Violent K lands a few vicious kicks to the ribs.] Solo: That’ll take the breath out of you! [Ness tries desparately to use his legs to fend off Violent K, but nothing seems to work. Running off the opposite ropes now, VK builds up a head of steam and comes flying back towards Ness, and JUST in the knick of time, Ness is able to free himself from the ropes, and he pulls down the top rope causing the triple crown champion to go tumbling over the top and crashing down to the floor.] Ricky: Ness just bought himself some time…but I don’t know if time’s going to help him! Look at him…he’s a mess! [Ness pulls himself to his feet, but he can barely stand by his own power, and has to rely on the ropes to stay up. He walks the length of the ropes down the side of the ring and away from where Violent K is getting to his feet on the outside, and ends up leaning back into the far corner, breathing heavily and brushing his blood soaked hair out of his eyes. Violent K pulls himself back up onto the apron with the second rope, and steps back into the ring with an evil glare shot in the direction of Ness, and bursts into a sprint, charging him in the corner, but Ness spins out and nails VK right in the jaw with an elbow, sending him staggering away! Ness fights to stay on his feet too, as VK finally gains his legs again, turns around, and lands a hard right hand to Ness that lays him out onto the canvas. VK drops down for a cover!] ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE… Solo: NO!! NESS GOT A SHOULDER UP!!! Ricky: Damn that was CLOSE! [VK’s head pops up and he glares at the referee…and then pulls Ness back up to his feet, hooks his arms underneath Ness’ while he’s bent over, and lands a double armed DDT. He rolls Ness over and hooks the leg for another cover!] ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE…. Solo: AGAIN NESS GETS A SHOULDER UP!!! Ricky: WOW!!! HE WON’T QUIT! [Obviously agitated now, Violent K gets back to his feet and lets out a yell of frustration, pacing back and forth, as Ness lies on the mat. Taking a deep breath, Violent K goes back to Ness, reaches down, and pulls him back up to his feet, and Ness throws a hail mary punch and lands it, causing Violent K’s knees to buckle! Violent K lunges back with a punch of his own, but Ness blocks it and lands another solid shot to the head of his opponent! VK is stunned, as Ness runs the ropes and comes back with a flying cross body press that had so much momentum behind it, once he took VK down he kept going and rolled towards the edge of the ring!] Solo: Ness has caught fire! Violent K’s in serious trouble all of a sudden!!! [Ness pulls himself back to his feet, looks down at VK on the mat, and then over to the turnbuckles.] Ricky: He’s not going to try it…he can hardly stand on his own… [Ness quickly makes his way to the corner and climbs up to the top rope, having trouble keeping his balance…] Solo: He’s going to fall! Ricky: No shit! [His foot almost slipping off of one of the ropes once, he holds his arms out and manages to regain his balance as he slowly stands up straight, bends at the knees, and launches himself backwards into the air.] Solo: WOW!!! Ricky: FADE TO BLACK ’07!!!! Solo: He hit it PERFECTLY!!! AND NOW HE’S GOT THE COVER!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! Solo: UNBELIEVABLE!!! NESS HAS DONE IT!!! HE BEAT VIOLENT K!!! [The bell rings, and “Terra in Black” begins to blast, as Ness rolls off of Violent K and remains lying on the mat, breathing deep.] Ricky: What a freaking match!!! Solo: No kidding!!! And maybe this IS Ness’ time!!! Maybe he CAN become the PWX Champion on this tour of duty!!! Alexis: Your winner of this match by pinfall….NESS!!!! [Ness finally, and very slowly, rolls out of the ring, and the referee follows him out to raise his hand in victory.] Solo: An unbelievable effort put forth by Ness…wow… The scene opens up with PEP talking to Kelly and Jackson-plotting some strategy for the Tag Team Encounter we're about to witness. Their conversation ends-as they all shake hands and leave their locker room-heading down the hallway. Solo: Our main event is next. Ricky: I can't wait. MAIN EVENT ALL OUT WAR MATCH THE ORDER OF CHAOS vs ANARCHY ASSOCIATED [As The New Blood head toward the gorilla posistion-they're attacked by the Order of Chaos and JPO. A brawl breaks out between all six people-as the fans in the arena hear a bell ring.] Solo: I guess...it's time for All Out War! Ricky: PEP and JPO weren't to be involved though! [Ebdon and Jackson begin brawling-as Ebdon throws Jackson into a steel crate. Knight whips Kelly into the wall-as JPO and PEP brawl into the gorilla posistion. Ebdon grabs a chair-and crashes it into the back of Jackson-sending him reeling further into the back of the arena. Kelly starts fighting back-throwing a knee and DDTing Knight onto the concrete.] Solo: This is chaos incarnate. Ricky: OW! Jackson battling back with a stiff series of forearms to the face-and is following up with a violent exploder suplex-sending the Lord of The Ring down a small flight of steps-taking this match and going deeper into the bowels of the arena! Solo: DANGEROUS!! [Kelly picks up Knight-and drags him toward the catering section. Ref's have now joined both brawls-already in progress-as Kelly drags Knight across the catering table-crashing into boxes of donuts, drinks, and whatnot. Kelly takes a bite of a donut-and spits it into Knights face-yelling "DAS NOT COOL" before putting a series of boots into him.] Solo: Skylar Kelly adding insult to injury here as he picks up Lucas Knight-and smashes his head into a steel coffee maker. Ricky: Thank GOD it didn't break. Solo: Yet... [Kelly repeats this step twice more-bashing Knight's head into the coffee maker. He finally grabs a cup of ice water-before throwing it into Knights face-and connecting with a superkick-sending Knight to the cement floor.] Ricky: On the other side of the arena. Ebdon and Jackson are brawling toward a security office. [Ebdon nails Jackson with a running lariat-sending him to the floor. He smirks as he picks him up-and tries to exploder him through the glass window. Jax blocks it-and throws a knee-doubling Ebdon over. He sets him up for a pump handle-lifting him up onto his shoulders-and catapaulting him into the window-shattering it.] Solo: OH MY GOD! [On the other side of the war zone, Skylar Kelly has Lucas Knight up-and drops him with a brainbuster through a table. He makes a cover: ONE! TWO! THREE!! [The bell is heard ringing as the ref holds up Kelly's arm-and PEP stumbles back into the scene-holding his jaw.] PEP: Damn..Listen here guys. I know you deserve this more, but I want to see something...next week, I'm going to watch the Archetype destroy each other. Got it. Next week I'm adding these two punks to the Tag Team Title match-making it a THREE WAY TLC MATCH! If these two Archetype teams go easy on each other, they'll both be suspended WITHOUT PAY-and not allowed to compete in Civil War. Solo: HE CAN DO THAT? Ricky: Apparently? Maybe? I Don't know-but..we're outta time! Solo: Next week, TLC Match..Tag Titles..WE'LL SEE YOU NEXT WEEK! |