TEAM EPICENTER: SuperShow VI

[TH]

[The scene opens with Tom Holzerman standing in front of the big screen, this time showing Nova and James Irish slugging it out in the middle of the ring.]

TH V/O: Three months ago, these two men were battling it out for the right to be in that very ring. Tonight, they were among the four vying for the richest prize in all the land. That, and five tag teams, plus one really pissed off Wolf went at it for new gold. All that and more, on EPICENTER!

[Cue up "Down" by Stone Temple Pilots.
Cut to JASON PAYNE, shouting out in primal fury with a man's blood as his war paint.
Cut to ROCKO DAYMON whipping ULYSIS SOLIAN off the ropes.
Cut to RAVAGER rolling out of the way of a ROB FRANKLIN top rope headbutt.
Cut to MUNSON MONSOON tossing HIGH FLYER out of the FREE FOR ALL~! ring.

Cut to DAN RYAN hoisting the Merrit Trophy, then flash cut to NOVA with the Harvard Avalon Memorial Trophy held by his side, then flash cut to Team NEW hoisting the Dupree Cup.

Cut to: The Epicenter logo once more, fading into Tom Holzerman and Steve Murray at the EPICENTER desk.]

TH: Four Championships on the line and another match to decide who'd be the next person to challenge for the biggest title of them all were the order of the night, and even though SuperShow VI was held in Denver, the stakes were high enough to be held in a city a few hundred miles to the southwest. Hello everyone, I'm Tom Holzerman...

SM: And I'm Steve Murray. Welcome to EPICENTER. Let's dive right into the highlights, shall we?

[Cut to a close-up of Murray with a CoC inset behind him, all four competitors, each in a corner of the graphic.]

SM: It was almost like a who's who of the Wrestler of the Year candidates so far. Lindsay Troy, spending the first half of the year on top of two different promotions and this here interfed. Dan Ryan and Nova making their waves both here and in their home federations. And then you have James Irish, whom many people would say is the odd man out, but he earned his way into this match by defeating the guy who'd go on to win the Tournament of Champions at SuperShow V. There was no shortage of heavy hitters in this match to say the least.

[Cut to the Pepsi Center ring, Lindsay Troy whipping James Irish into the ropes.]

SM V/O: This match was one topsy-turvy affair right from get-go one. Everyone was on everyone at some point. Here, Lindsay Troy whips James Irish into the ropes, and on the flipside of that, a hurricanrana.

[Cut to Irish with Nova in the front trapping underhook.]

SM V/O: And here, James whipping out one of his signature moves early on in the match, the Headbanger's Ball. Ringing the ToC winner's bell early there.

[Cut to Nova with Dan Ryan in a grapple position.]

SM V/O: Nova then goes on the offensive, here with the big man, Dan Ryan, all locked up, he's driving the knees right into Ryan's solar plexus. Yep, you can't really move around that well if you're coughing up blood.

[Cut to Troy running the ropes.]

SM V/O: Now it's Ryan's turn to get the offense in. He's got the Champion of Champions off the ropes and then delivers a BRUTAL powerslam. Troy's resilient and she kicked out of the ensuing pin attempt.

[Cut to Ryan with Nova in a front waistlock.]

SM V/O: Ryan bringing the pain on Nova this time, showing that the big man can pull off some pretty nifty technical maneuvers. Slick overhead belly to belly suplex here.

[Cut to Troy with Irish in a cobra clutch.]

SM V/O: And here, James gets the wrath of the Queen again, as Troy decks him with that cobra clutch Russian leg sweep.

[Cut to Irish chopping Ryan's chest.]

SM V/O: James would bounce back though, putting the red in Ryan's massive pectorals there, and then when Ryan is backed into the corner, James just hops right on up the turnbuckle and nails the Ego Buster with one of his patented DDTs, this variant a tornado.

[Cut to Nova with Troy in a fronal standing position.]

SM V/O: And here, Nova just plants Troy with that T-bone suplex.

[Cut to Troy on the top rope.]

SM V/O: The Queen does get herself a little revenge here, nailing the Risen Star right in the mush with that missile dropkick. Nova may need some reconstructive surgery after that one.

[Cut to Nova in Cutter position on Troy.]

SM V/O: But things wouldn't stay so peachy for the Champion, as Nova plants her with No Value [Diamond Cutter into a reverse DDT]. Game over for the Champion, and we're guaranteed that someone new is walking out of the Pepsi Center with that Championship belt.

[Cut to Ryan with Nova by his throat in the air.]

SM V/O: For awhile there, everyone thought it'd be Dan Ryan. Here he is with Nova up for the big chokeslam. Add chiropractor to the list of things Nova needs after this match.

[Cut to Ryan with Irish running the ropes.]

SM V/O: And here, HYOOOGE spinebuster on the Mad Genius.

[Cut to Irish on the top rope.]

SM V/O: But that same Mad Genius would get the last laugh. Funk Number Forty Nine [somersault leg drop] draped across the Ego Buster's throat, and James Irish gets the pin. So now it's down to two, the same two who fought for contendership at the last SuperShow.

[Cut to Irish with Nova in a front facelock.]

SM V/O: James would get out of the gate here first, DDT on Nova and a beaut.

[Cut to Irish with Nova in another front facelock and the leg hooked.]

SM V/O: And here, he nails the PerfectPlex, but can't score on the pin.

[Cut to Nova running the ropes.]

SM V/O: Now Nova on the offense, getting momentum back in his favor and landing the calf kick right across James' chest.

[Cut to Nova with Irish doubled over.]

SM V/O: And this move used to be Nova's finisher, Dying Star Drop [FameAsser] and Nova looks like he's in cruise control.

[Cut to Nova with James in a rear facelock.]

SM V/O: Nova going to finish this match, but James elbows him twice in the gut, breaking free of that hold he was in. He turns around quickly, kick to the gut and DDT, EvenFlow style. James looks to capitalize on that...

[Cut to Irish with Nova in a rear facelock.]

SM V/O: He's looking for the Air Check [Osaka Street Cutter] and the finish, but midair, Nova gets his balance and lands on his feet behind James. Before the Mad Genius can turn around, Nova grips him and BOURBON FOR BREAKFAST! He gets the pin, and Nova is our new Champion of Champions. Nova putting the exclamation point on his last two months, and I don't think there's anyone hotter right now.

[Cut to the ring again, this time, Rocko Daymon and Yori Yakamo, Jr.]

TH V/O: I'd be inclined to agree with you Steve. Let's look at the match that would decide who would face our new Champion next. Rocko Daymon and Yori Yakamo, Jr. Rocko started out like a house on fire, landing right after right after right. Maybe he's using the Waterboy techinique of imagining that Yori is Caitlyn?

[Cut to Daymon sizing up a dazed Yakamo.]

TH V/O: Daymon continuing with the fists, this one, a discus punch that sends the sexiest Yakamo reeling.

[Cut to Yakamo running the ropes.]

TH V/O: Yori cannot catch a single break early on. Daymon sends him careening into the ropes and on the rebound, Samoan drop, and I have to think that Yori might have a busted rib there.

[Cut to Daymon grappling Yakamo.]

TH V/O: Yori would make a small counteroffensive, with the counters being various grades of illegal. Here, Rocko goes for a grapple, and Yori, plain as day, gouges his eyes. Referee Jimmy Louis doesn't even look at Yori cross after that.

[Cut to Daymon running the ropes.]

TH V/O: That advantage short-lived, as Daymon comes rushing in like a freight train, leveling the ULTRATITLE runner-up and probably evacuating his bowels in the process. Poor little Yakamo.

[Cut to Yakamo on one knee, Daymon about to pick him up.]

TH V/O: But once again, if you can't beat him, then cheat your ass off. Yori with the low blow to Daymon, and it looks like Rocko and Caitlyn are only going to be kicking the crap out of each other tonight. All foreplay and no sex. Poor guy.

[Cut to Daymon now on one knee.]

TH V/O: Yori now finding new and innovative ways to cheat, as he comes up bigtime with a shining throat punch. If he spent half the time being dedicated to actually learning to wrestle as he does to devising ways to break the rules, he'd be the best in the world probably.

[Cut to Daymon with Yakamo on the top rope.]

TH V/O: Daymon back in control of the match, and here he just levels Yori with that superplex.

[Cut to Yakamo begging off from Daymon.]

TH V/O: And just when you think you've got Yori licked... well, on second thought, that was a bad choice of metaphor. Still, Yori once again showing he knows how to cheat. Thumb to the eye as Daymon comes at him menacingly.

[Cut to Yakamo on the apron holding the neck of Daymon, who's still in the ring, across the top rope.]

TH V/O: Technically, this isn't cheating since everyone does it, but it's a cheap move nonetheless. Yori drops to the outside, and Rocko's throat has yet another number done on it. He's pissed, and you know what misogynists do when they're pissed?

SM V/O: Hit a woman?

TH V/O: That's just wrong. I did set that one up though.

[Cut to Daymon with Yakamo in Russian leg sweep position.]

TH V/O: Anyway, this misogynist takes it out on Yori with one, two, three side Russian leg sweeps.

[Cut to Yakamo in the corner.]

TH V/O: Daymon, looking to finish this one off. He's going for the Phantom Train [back-first corner splash], but Yori moves at the last second. He then scoops up the stunned Daymon and... YORI=AWESOME! [inverted Emerald Fusion]. The pin is academic after this, and surprise, surprise, it's an ULTRATITLE rematch for the Championship of Champions. Now coming up...

[Holzerman is interrupted by Murray. Cut back to the desk.]

SM: Tom… I’m being told we have a reporter backstage right now with one of tonight’s competitors, who apparently has a big announcement for all of our viewers concerning the Dupree Cup Tournament?


TH: Oh really? Who is it?


SM: It’s Rocko Daymon.


TH: …is his wife with him?


SM: Probably.


TH: Is security there to split them apart if they start going at it?


SM: I’m hoping so.


TH: Then lets go backstage where Mike Gosling is waiting with the Daymons.

[We CUT backstage to a TEAM backdrop, where Mike Gosling stands with a microphone, taking up a reporter’s position. Next to him stands ROCKO DAYMON, in a High On Fire t-shirt and jeans. Over his shoulder is his tight-faced wife Caitlyn, who seems to be listening for something on her cell phone.]

MG: Thank you, guys. I’m standing now with the man who competed tonight for a banked shot at the Championship of Champions. Okay, Mr. Daymon, what’s this big announcement?

RD: This is gonna turn your brain into ****, Gooseling!

MG: That’s Gosling…

RD: Whatever. Here’s the deal… ALL WEEK, I’ve been hounded with phone calls and letters and e-mails and pigeon carriers from various federations, all them specifically requesting the presence of ROCKO DAYMON to participate in their team in the second season of the Dupree Cup tournament!

MG: I guess you’re a hot commodity in today’s world of wrestling.

RD: You’re damn right I am. You’ll see a bit of that first-hand when I step into the ring later tonight.

MG: So what’s the story? Which federation will you choose to be a part of in the push for the Dupree Cup?

RD: An interesting question, Goose-****! Every federation has its own pros and cons… and I find myself at a place of indecision! I simply CANNOT decide on who I want to win that Dupree Cup for!

MG: Have you tried asking your wife, Mrs. Daymon?

RD: Well yeah, but one, she’s a woman, so her opinion’s kinda moot, and two, she just says the same thing to every question I ask her. Right, babe?

CD: I’m glad I spit in your Cheerios this morning.

RD: Love you too. But back to what I was saying, Godsmack… while I’ve received a lot of requests, I HAVEN’T received very man offers. And I feel if any of these teams TRULY wants me to step up and serve as their prime talent, there should be a bit of compensation involved, wouldn’t you agree?

MG: Well, as a matter of fact, I’m under the understanding that the other federations are looking for talents who are willing to volunteer their services out of loyalty for the federation…

RD: Yeah, that sappy “loyalty” crap sounds great and all, but I’m approaching this from a strictly business standpoint. So it’s pretty simple… I sent out responses to every one of the federations that requested my presence, asking for a simple offer.

CD: Of course when he says “I sent out responses”, he really means “My wife did it all and I sat on my ass watching Sponge-Bob and eating Doritos”.

RD: Don’t put words in my mouth, woman! I was eating FRITOS, and watching AQUA TEEN!

MG: So what kind of offers are you looking forward to?

RD: Very simple and humble offers, I assure you; I merely asked for a shot at each of their very prestigious World Heavyweight Titles!

MG: You requested TITLE SHOTS?! Just to be on their team for the Dupree Cup?

RD: Well, if everybody WANTS Rocko Daymon, then the way I see it, I am a key factor in winning that Dupree Cup! If any of those respective federations WANT that Cup, they’ll have to show that they want a TRUE professional wrestler representing their company!

MG: But a title shot? Isn’t that going a little too far?

RD: Well, maybe it is. I didn’t rightly specify what offer I’m willing to accept. Maybe someone will offer me a pay raise or other special liberties. Maybe my own private locker room or a book deal. Who knows? It’s up to THEM to decide.

MG: So basically, you’re auctioning off your services to the highest bidder?

RD: That’s the gist of it, Gobbles. Later tonight, we should be hearing back from the other federations, and then we’ll finally announce WHICH TEAM Rocko Daymon will fight for in the Dupree Cup tournament!

MG: Well… I guess we’ll be looking forward to that announcement. I’m sure we’ll have more to report on this as the night goes on. Tom, Steve… back to you guys.

[CUT back to Tom Holzerman and Steve Murray at the Epicenter desk.]

TH: Well that was... odd.

SM: To say the least.

[Cue up Led Zeppelin, "No Quarter." Cut to a shot of Mike Randalls' foot connecting with Cameron Cruise's face.]

SM V/O: Alright, this event was titled Lethal Lottery, and the Lethal Lottery Championships were decided. Who'd take them home? Find out after the break.

[Cut to a commercial for Toyota.]

 

[TH]

[Cut right back to the EPICENTER desk.]

SM: Alright, I'm getting word that our situation with Rocko Daymon has come to a head. Mike, have you gotten the latest on that?

[We CUT to the backstage area, where Mike Gosling again stands ready with a microphone. Nearby is Rocko Daymon, now dressed in his ring gear. His wife Caitlyn stands nearby, sifting through a pile of letters and punching through messages on her cell phone, apparently the responses received throughout the night.]

MG: I apparently do, Steve. Okay, Mr. Daymon. What’s the verdict?

Rocko Daymon: Well let’s find out, Mike!

[Rocko turns to his wife. Figures, that she’d be doing all the work.]

RD: Okay, Caitlyn! The fans have waited long enough! It’s time to see which team has the HONOR of employing ROCKO DAYMON to take home that Dupree Cup! So, what was New Era of Wrestling’s offer?

CD: Uhm… when I talked to Laroque on the phone, he didn’t make an offer. They already have their team decided.

RD: WHAT?!

CD: Yeah, because they won last year, they’re apparently trying to stick to their former team members, which, consequently, doesn’t involve you.

RD: BAH! Screw those guys! Okay, so what did Dan Ryan of Empire Pro Wrestling have to say?

CD: Sent him an e-mail, and he was quick to send back. Dan didn’t agree to give you a title shot off the bat. He did, however, promise not to inadvertently cripple your career for the next year or so, which he’s been doing so well at for nearly half of your career.

RD: Well screw him too! What about A1E? Nathan Houston knows talent when he sees it…

CD: I texted him about an hour ago. And… Houston offered you a ham sandwich.

RD: A HAM SANDWICH?!

CD: They opted for Troy Douglas instead. You know… the NEW Cyber Champion?

RD: …can they make it a BEEF JERKEY sandwich with honey barbecue sauce?

CD: No, their offer stands. And there’s no such thing as a beef jerky sandwich.

RD: ****!! What about NFW?

CD: I received a fax from them. It read, “Who the hell is Rocko Daymon?”

RD: Those fools. Okay, so it looks like all of my top choices are taken. That just leaves… EUWC.

CD: The wire I got from them didn’t include an offer, but they DID threaten to sue TEAM over who has the rights to using the “Dupree Cup”.

RD: Wait a minute… so NONE of the other teams gave me an offer? Who am I supposed to side with?

CD: Apparently, you turned a lot of people off with this auction publicity stunt. The teams are looking for more of actual TEAM PLAYERS as opposed to jack-asses who think they can win this thing on their own.

RD: Are you telling me I am WITHOUT a team for the Dupree Cup? How am I supposed to win it then?

CD: You’re NOT. It’s a team-based event. That’s why the place is called TEAM.

[Rocko looks to the backdrop behind them in disbelief.]

RD: I always thought that stood for Turbo-Electric Action Wrestling, only they made the W upside-down for dramatic effect.

MG: Looks like your plan to auction yourself off sorta back-fired, Mr. Daymon…

RD: Bah! EACH and EVERY ONE of them will live to regret it! NOBODY gets that Dupree Cup without the help of Rocko Daymon! This year, they’ve got the added stipulation where you can join as your own private team, right?

MG: Right.

RD: Then everybody in the Dupree Cup Tournament will come to fear TEAM DAYMON!!

MG: You’re planning on entering your own team into the tournament? Sounds intriguing. Who do you have in your service thus far?

RD: …well, I haven’t really figured that part out yet. As it is, I guess I’m the only one signed up for my own team, but that will change soon enough!

CD: OOH! Can I be on your team?

RD: …I’ll think about it.

CD: Think about it? Come on, I kicked your ass at Wrestlestock, so what makes you think I can’t kick ass in the ring?

RD: Caitlyn, you’re a MANAGER, remember? It’s what you asked to be, and it’s what you’re gonna be!

[Caitlyn’s cell phone bounces off the side of Rocko’s head. He scowls.]

RD: I’m just going to pretend that was a wayward carrier pigeon that went on a crash course as it passed through the cloud of hormones that surround you, woman. Still, I’ll THINK about it. Now, enough of this foolishness. I’m going to go into this and show what EVERY ONE of those federations will inevitably miss out on in the Dupree Cup!

[Daymon stomps out of frame and toward the ring. Caitlyn lingers a moment longer with the commentator.]

CD: Twenty bucks says he gets a dildo slapped across his face tonight.

MG: He already lost to Yori without that happening. I think your ship's sailed.

CD: Oh, I wasn’t talking about YORI doing it, I was… bah, nevermind.

[Caitlyn follows Rocko toward the ring, leaving Mike Gosling standing with a bewildered expression as we CUT back to Tom Holzerman and Steve Murray at the Epicenter desk.]

TH: ...I can't wait to see that team's application. Aaaannyway...

[Cut to a close up of Holzerman with a Lethal Lottery inset behind him.]

TH: Six teams and one goal, the TEAM Lethal Lottery Championships. So, with all the teams involved, would you believe that one man by himself almost came out with the titles?

[Cut to the ring, The Sergeant and Rob Franklin grappling.]

TH V/O: First match, The Sergeant and Adam Cash taking on Rob Franklin and Cameron Cruise. Things started out great for the Sarge and Wrestling's Paris Hilton. Sarge here nailing Rob Franklin with that vertical suplex.

[Cut to Cash behind Cruise.]

TH V/O: And Cash nailing the back suplex on Cruise.

[Cut to Cruise running the ropes.]

TH V/O: Cruise and Franklin would bounce back though, here the Crippler nails Sarge with a big clothesline.

[Cut to Franklin on the top rope.]

TH V/O: And Franklin to the top... ICEBREAKER! [flying headbutt] He gets the pin, his first in TEAM competition, and his team moves onto the next match to face off against Mike Randalls and Matthew Kurtis. One problem though...

[Cut to a wide shot of the ring, featuring Randalls, Cruise and Franklin... but no Kurtis.]

TH V/O: ...there was no Matthew Kurtis to be found. Randalls went it alone, and Kurtis was later found lying in a pool of his own blood backstage. When he came to though, he was fine.

[Cut to Franklin whipping Randalls into the ropes.]

TH V/O: The future of the business in the ring with the past... freaky stuff. The future got a leg up on the past early, as Franklin nails Randalls here with a clothesline.

[Cut to Cruise behind Randalls.]

TH V/O: And the Crippler here, wearing down the cagey veteran with that sleeperhold segueing nicely into the sleeper drop.

[Cut to Franklin behind Randalls.]

TH V/O: And Franklin again on Randalls, this time with a German suplex.

[Cut to Randalls running the ropes.]

TH V/O: But Randalls somehow finds the will to fight back, one against two. He levels Franklin with that spinning heel kick right to the jaw. Franklin goes reeling out of the ring.

[Cut to Randalls behind Cruise.]

TH V/O: And for the coup de grace here, Randalls giving Cruise an ATOMIC wedgie. The look on Cruise's face there is priceless. He follows that one up with a bridging tiger suplex, and this match is improbably over.

[Cut to Randalls in the ring with Hiroshi.]

TH V/O: Randalls in a bad way again at the beginning of this match against Kin Hiroshi and Harley Douglas. The NFW World Champion plastering Randalls with those kicks to the face and then knees to the gut. Just peppering the legend with those shots.

[Cut to Douglas and Hiroshi trying teamwork on Randalls.]

TH V/O: But one bad mistake from Harley Douglas costs the team the match. Douglas ducks too early on the 3D attempt, and Randalls stops short, telegraphs the move and kicks Douglas' face from there halfway to Aspen. Hiroshi then turns around too late and finds Randalls' foot in his face, this time in the form of a cyclone enzugiri. He calls that one the Bad Moon Rising, but I call it an improbable second handicap victory for Mike Randalls.

[Cut to Randalls in the ring with Dan Ryan.]

TH V/O: Third test for the Wolf, and it's a doozy. Troy Douglas and Dan Ryan. Tall order for Randalls, but he's up to the task early on in the match. Here he tags Dan Ryan in the face with that roundhouse kick. He may be one of the veterans of this circuit, but he can still get that foot up right in your face.

[Cut to Randalls in front of Douglas.]

TH V/O: And here, he hits a picture perfect Northern Lights suplex. Ryan breaks up the bridge, but Randalls just won't be denied here.

[Cut to Ryan with Randalls over his shoulder.]

TH V/O: The momentum would switch to the numbers later on though. Ryan planting Randalls here with this powerslam.

[Cut to Douglas chopping Randalls into the ropes.]

TH V/O: Douglas here getting in on the action, giving Randalls' chest the Flair treatment, into an Irish whip and a HARD elbow right to Randalls' chin.

[Cut to Randalls with Ryan dazed.]

TH V/O: Randalls though, comes back, and it looks like he's got this match won. Dan Ryan is dizzy, and Randalls looks to give him the Bad Moon Rising! He connects, but before he can make the cover, Troy Douglas sneaks up behind him and rolls him up. It turns out that Douglas was the legal man in the contest, and he pulled a fast one over on the Wolf. Randalls was not pleased at this, but really, it was his third handicap match in a row.

[Cut to Otaku and Troy Douglas grappling.]

TH V/O: That set up the final match. Douglas and Ryan taking on Beau Michaels and newcomer and jWo refugee Otaku. Otaku gets a leg up early, and I do mean leg up. Out of grapple is a whip that Douglas reverses. Otaku runs into the ropes and then plants his foot right in Douglas' jaw. Yakuza kick and a beaut.

[Cut to Ryan whipping Otaku into the ropes.]

TH V/O: The cosplayer wouldn't be so lucky on this go-around, as Ryan takes him out of the whip and absolutely crushes him with a powerslam.

[Cut to Michaels running at Ryan.]

TH V/O: Beau would get into the action here, nailing Ryan with a rolling scissors kick. With Ryan on the ground, Beau makes a pretty lewd gesture, but Ryan swings at him wildly from the canvas and yells something about WrestleBowl to him. That gave Beau some pause.

[Cut to Douglas behind Michaels.]

TH V/O: But Beau would get his. Troy Douglas on the offensive now, nailing the Bisexual One with a reverse DDT...

[Cut to Ryan with Michaels in a standing headscissors.]

TH V/O: And for the final word on this, Dan Ryan, Humility Bomb. It's over. Ryan and Douglas win the gauntlet and are your first TEAM Lethal Lottery Champions.

[Cue up Led Zeppelin, "No Quarter." Cut to a shot of Stone Zellor brawling with Dusk.]

SM V/O: FREE FOR ALL~! madness next, plus, a falls count anywhere Challenge Championship affair. Stay tuned!

[Cut to a commercial for Sonic.]

 

[TH]

[Fade back into the EPICENTER desk, close up of Steve Murray with a FREE FOR ALL~! inset.]

SM: Harley Douglas had a really bad night tonight. You saw his flub in the Lethal Lottery Gauntlet, but his FFA~! Match didn't fare much better.

[Cut to the ring, all the competitors in it. Focus on Munson Monsoon and Harley Douglas.]

SM V/O: That's right, the Champion's night would end early as the Big Bear, Munson Monsoon just tosses him over the top rope like a rag doll, ensuring someone new is coming out of this match with the strap.

[Cut to Jason Cruise with Dusk.]

SM V/O: One of the new faces, Jason Cruise, on one of the familiar ones, Dusk. Cruise hammering away at Dusk, jab, jab and haymaker. Dusk goes flying into the ropes, but he avoids getting tossed.

[Cut to Monsoon tussling with Larry Tact.]

SM V/O: Larry Tact now feeling the wrath of the Big Bear. Monsoon trying to use his immense weight to force Tact towards the ropes, but the first ever NEW Champion holds on with all he's got... until Monsoon knees him in the gut and cracks him over the back with a double axehandle.

[Cut to Stone Zellor spinning around at Cruise.]

SM V/O: DY-NOOO-MITE Stone Zellor here working over Jason Cruise, and Zellor comes in with the discus clothesline, dropping Cruise right down. Zellor has little time to celebrate as Dusk plants him with a dropkick right after.

[Cut to Tact and Monsoon grappling again.]

SM V/O: Monsoon forver trying to get Tact out of this match, but this time, Tact has other ideas. Monsoon comes in with the lariat, but Tact ducks and almost sends Monsoon flying over the top with a dropkick of his own. Monsoon holds on though and doesn't tip over the top. Great dexterity for the big man.

[Cut to Zellor and Cruise brawling.]

SM V/O: Now it's time for an elimination, and it's Zellor taking the fall here as Jason Cruise decks him with a roundhouse right cross to the skull. Zellor goes flying over the top.

[Cut to Tact whipping Cruise into the ropes.]

SM V/O: Cruise has very little time to celebrate, as Tact sends him packing with this back body drop over the top rope.

[Cut to Tact and Monsoon grappling again.]

SM V/O: Once again, Munson Monsoon trying to get Tact out of this match. He winds up for the big punch that'll send the prone Tact against the ropes over them. He fans on the shot as Tact ducks out of the way, but waiting in the wings is Dusk. He shoots a dropkick right into Monsoon's back and the Big Bear stumbles over the top rope.

[Cut to Tact and Dusk sizing each other up.]

SM V/O: A grueling match for both men, Tact and Dusk seemingly at wit's end. Dusk says to hell with it and goes all in. He goes for his variation of the superkick, a move he calls Broken Glass. Tact catches it though, swings Dusk around and in one last gasp, grabs him and back suplexes him out of the ring. Dusk doesn't fall to the floor though! He grabs the top rope and is hanging on by one hand. Tact turns around before Dusk can get a foothold, he charges in and knocks Dusk to the floor. The bell sounds and we have another new Champion in TEAM. This time, it's Larry Tact holding up the FREE FOR ALL~! gold.

[Cut to the Pepsi Center receiving area.]

TH V/O: Finally, we get to the Challenge Championship match, falls count anywhere, and we mean anywhere. This match barely had any time in the ring, and we see here Loonie going for blood early on, throwing Professor Tremendous into some crates here in the receiving area.

[Cut to Prof in the back of an opened trailer, Loonie laying down on the sidewalk below right outside of receiving.]

TH V/O: Prof gets momentum back his way and drops an elbow from the back of an 18-wheeler's trailer onto the street where Loonie was prone.

[Cut to a local bar.]

TH V/O: Don't count out the Champion just yet though. Yes, Ravager was involved in this match, and it was no more evident then when it spilled into a bar across the street from the arena. Ravager with an empty mug in hand, leaps from the top of the bar and smashes the mug right on Loonie's skull.

[Cut to Ravager holding Prof's head down on the bar, face up.]

TH V/O: And how about this for a drink? Ravager orders a Jersey Turnpike from the bartender, and for those not in the know, the Jersey Turnpike is the contents of the bartender's rag wrought out into a shot glass. Guess whom Ravager made drink that heinous concoction? Yep, the Prof heaved on one of the patrons after having to forcefully imbibe that one.

[Cut to the alley behind the bar.]

TH V/O: The action spills out into the back alley, and here's where Prof gets his revenge. He whips Ravager into the fence, and then takes one of the trashcans and dumps the garbage all over Ravager before clocking him over the head with it. Then, Loonie comes flying into the picture, but Prof oles him at the last second, and Ravager instinctively rolls over and lets Loonie catch the fence. Ravager reaches for something in the garbage on him, grabs an empty beer bottle and smashes it on Loonie's already busted open head.

[Cut to Prof and Ravager grappling at an Applebee's.]

TH V/O: The action inexplicably spilled into this Denver area Applebee's restuarant. The Prof and Ravager are trading blows, and Prof reaches for something behind him. It's a bowl of piping hot soup that he throws right on Ravager's chest. The Champion holds his chest and rolls away, but Loonie, still bloodied and partially blinded from those glass shots he took storms right back into the picture and DECKS Prof with a forearm. Prof is down, and Loonie clears off a table where a nice family of four was having dinner. He leaps off and nails Prof with a modified Money Shot. Loonie rolls off the Prof and stands up, holding his ribs. He's looking for something else to use, but he doesn't count on Ravager coming up behind him and stabbing him with a fork. He literally stuck a fork in the Canadian Loonie! Loonie turns around to face his attacker, and that gives Ravager all the time he needs to nail Loonie with a DDT on a plate of fajitas that Loonie knocked on the floor. He gets the cover and retains the Championship.

[Cut back to the EPICENTER desk.]

SM: Alright, that's going to do it for us. I'm Steve Murray.

TH: And I'm Tom Holzerman. Make sure you join us for all the Dupree Cup action as it happens right here on Alternative Sports Network. Until then... good night everyone!

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Credits

Shortforms and judging: TH
The Daymon break-ins: Ryan Strawsma