Post by Leonard Fox on Sept 16, 2012 21:13:01 GMT -6
DATE: 9-16-2012
LOCATION: Newark, New Jersey
ARENA: Prudential Center
NOTES: Collision is going to be an excellent show here tonight. We have two very huge singles matches with Lex Sense taking on Andrew Jacobsen and Xander Famularo facing off against Alex Jones in what is going to be two huge contests leading into Battle Grounds. We’ll also see The Williams sisters in a tag team match and in our main event a sure to be classic Collision contest, Joe Everyman versus Mike Laszlo versus Roberto Verona. This is going to be a show to make sure you don’t miss.
COMMENTATORS: Dave Holland, Eric Hardy and Willy Carter
THEME: "Have it your Way" by Mudvayne
{Before Collision officially begins, Andrew Jacobsen can be seen walking in the parking lot area of the arena for the week. He has his bag slung over his shoulder and Danielle Chase is walking right next to him, talking on her phone when...}
Man: Sweet cheeks!
{What sounds like a catcall comes from behind the couple and Danielle gets this disgusted look on her face as she slowly turns around.}
Danielle Chase: Excuse me?!
{She immediately looks shocked as she sees a giant man whose face is covered underneath a hood. She immediately runs in front of Andrew. He pulls the ear buds from his ear as he turns around and prepares for the worst.}
Andrew Jacobsen: What the hell do you want?
Lex Sense: To wish you luck. It must be hard out there in this world when you're all alone. Ain't that right, Charlie?
Charlie Velez: It really is.
{Andrew looks to the side and sees he's now flanked by both Sense and Velez.}
Charlie Velez: You've got a big match tonight, don't you kid?
Andrew Jacobsen: Against a giant moron, yes.
Lex Sense: That's not nice, Andrew. What if he heard you?
{The two men begin inching closer as Andrew drops his bag.}
Lex Sense: Woah, woah, woah... Settle down, mate. After all, it wouldn't be fair. Being as it's two against one.
Falcon: I would say it's two against two.
{Now Falcon appears out of nowhere, standing next to Andrew. All four individuals take a moment before Sense and Velez smirk towards each other.}
Charlie Velez: It's still not fair.
{Sense and Velez back off as they walk past Falcon and Andrew. Both men turn to see where Sense and Velez went and as they do, the notice the World Champion standing next to Kelly Fox. Andrew and Falcon continue to look on as Charlie, Lex, Harold and Kelly all walk into the arena together, plotting. Before they disappear, Kelly turns her head and blows Falcon and Andrew a kiss.}
Andrew Jacobsen: Kiss of death? That's just not right.
Falcon: Don't worry about that. Just worry about Sense.
{Andrew nods in agreement as Falcon hands him his gymbag.}
Danielle Chase: Talk about unfair.
Falcon: Things rarely are around here.
{The camera cuts back to ringside where the fireworks are going off on stage as "Have it Your Way", by Mudvayne blares through the speakers. The crowd shoots to their feet as the camera pans them holding up their signs before coming to rest on the A-Team of commentating.}
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MATCH ONE
Caleb Lockwood vs.Will Washington
Singles Match
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{The lights in the arena go dark and the crowd anticipation amplifies. ‘Battle of Heroes’ by John Williams hits throughout the arena, giving us an epic feel, before a single spotlight shines down at the top of the ramp. Will Washington steps out into the spotlight and soaks in it’s rays. After a moment of this, Will throws a punch and an explosion of pyrotechnics goes off on each side of the spotlight, and the arena lights come back on. Will looks to both sides of the crowd before smirking and starting down the ramp.}
Amber Ashe: “Making his way to the ring..... From Cambridge, Massachusetts..... Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-two pounds.… ‘The Patriotic Paragon’… Will Washington!”
{Washington walks down the ramp with a certain swagger as the feeling of superiority washes over him. He reaches the arena steps and walks up them before turning around to play to the crowd. Our hero turns back around and wipes his boots on the outside ring apron before stepping through the ropes. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and smirks out towards the fans before dropping back down and removing his dog tags, handing them to someone at ringside. Washington looks backs into a corner and stands there, getting loose while waiting for the match to start.}
Dave Holland: “Will Washington, the master of mind games. Always impressive to see him out here.”
Willy Carter: “Washington is one of the best superstars in the back, yet he’s focusing on Joe Everyman. It’s like a Shark fighting Special Needs Kids.”
Eric Hardy: “That’s not fair, Joe Everyman is….okay?”
Dave Holland: “Expert Analysis Eric. Good stuff.”
The drumbeat of "Rise Above" sounds over the PA, and the sound of harsh guitars ushers in Caleb Lockwood. He smirks, bouncing on the soles of his feet and shouting at the crowd, shaking his head. He fixes his gaze on the ring and grins, charging down. Lockwood leaps into the ring, kipping up and playing to the crowd. His music dies down as he moves into his corner, awaiting the bell
Dave Holland: “And the always surprising Caleb Lockwood.”
Eric Hardy: “Training under the Ace, is a blessing in disguise.”
Willy Carter: “You are the biggest idiot I’ve ever met.”
The ref checks both men for foreign objects, as the two approach each other the ref calls for the bell, and the match starts. Washington starts it off sending a hard right, catching Caleb off guard. Caleb staggers back, but Will keeps the offense going, grabbing Caleb by the back of the head jerking him forward into a high knee to the stomach, which flips Caleb over, who lands on his back looking up at the lights.
Dave Holland: “Washington wastes no time getting the beating started.”
Willy Carter: “Looks like Lockwood wasn’t expecting this right off the bat.”
Eric Hardy: “Seems like he didn’t prepare as well as he should have, let’s see if he can pick up the pace.”
Washington keeps the offense up, putting his foot on the throat of Lockwood, the ref quickly counts, Will lets it go to 3, before stepping on the throat quickly, before walking away from Caleb. Lockwood clutches his throat, rolling around the center of the ring in pain. Will smirks, leaning down, saying some words of encouragement to Lockwood, who is finally managing to get up. Will quickly follows him around, taunting him.
Dave Holland: “Washington looking to get the mind games in early. If Caleb falls for it, then this match is already over.”
Eric Hardy: “You take him for a fool, he’s been trained by The Ace, there is no way he’ll fall for petty tricks.”
Willy Carter: “I forget, how hard can I actually laugh into my headset, that was hilarious. Eric you must try stand up comedy at some point.”
Will slaps Caleb in the back of the head, who staggers forward. Will grabs him, but Caleb throws a hard jab to the midsection, followed by a left, clipping Will in the chin. Caleb quickly runs forward hitting a hard forearm that knocks Washington down, but Will pops back up. Caleb meets him with a drop kick that floors Washington again, this time he’s slow to get up.
Eric Hardy: “And Boom! Lockwood changes momentum.”
Willy Carter: “It had to happen eventually I guess, Lockwood isn’t going to get squashed.”
Dave Holland: “Truth, not many people get squashed. Looks like Will got caught off guard a bit, maybe it’s from wrestling Everyman all the time, he’s used to such lackluster opponents.”
Caleb leans against the ropes, catching his breath for a moment. Though this allows Washington to return to his feet. Holding his jaw, it seems Caleb had a little more torque on the punch then original seen. Caleb charges forward, Will side steps, throwing Caleb into the corner, Caleb turns around in the motion as his back smacks against the corner. Lockwood slowly steps out, Washington grabs him again. Hitting a reverse Atomic Drop, but Washington isn’t done, he musters his strength throwing Lockwood into the air, catching him with a cutter, nailing his combination move ‘Stunned Silence.’ Washington sits up, making a slashing motion across his throat to signal the end of the match.
Dave Holland: “Washington with a little cockiness. It’s always a good thing, as long as it doesn’t consume him.”
Eric Hardy: “This looks really bad for Lockwood….”
Willy Carter: “You mean stepping into the ring with the Patriotic Paragon wasn’t a bad idea?”
Washington gives Lockwood a hard kick for good measure, before eyeing the top rope. Climbing up to the top quickly, he stands at the top for a moment, slapping his chest and pointing towards the sky. He leaps forward and hit’s the Guerrero Splash. But Washington isn’t done, lifting himself up, clutching his stomach the impact hurting him as well. He grabs Lockwood by the legs, stepping over, then crossing Lockwoods leg’s before dropping backwards locking in the Enhanced Interrogation Tactics.
Dave Holland: “Oh god, it’s got to be over!”
Eric Hardy: “Fight! Fight Lockwood!”
Willy Carter: “That submission is vicious!”
Caleb tries to fight it off, but the squirming only forces Will to wrench the hold harder, eventually Lockwood gives in to the pain and slaps the mat. The ref calls for the bell.
Amber Ashe: “And your winner. Will Washington!”
Washington holds the lock, a little longer, as Lockwood scream out in pain. Will refuses to let go, the ref tries to break them apart but is no use. Lockwood finally goes limp, as Washington stands to his feet holding his arms up. Getting a mixed reaction from the fans. He looks around for a moment, a smile etched on his face.
Dave Holland: “What is Washington doing?”
Will kicks Caleb Lockwood in the side, before pushing him out of the ring with his feet. He eyes the entrance ramp.
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SEGMENT
Will Washington/Joe Everyman
Funeral
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Will Washington: Funeral For An Enemy
{As we come back from commercial, a group of stagehands are in the ring, finishing setting up the set for the funeral of Joe Everyman. Will Washington towels some sweat from his forehead as a young, female worker runs down with a gimmicked suit. Will puts his arms through the sleeves of the suit, and the woman comes behind him and velcros the back together.}
Dave Holland: “Welcome back to NCW where it appears we’re about to experience a funeral… for someone that isn’t even dead.”
Eric Hardy: “I’ve heard of burying the competition, but this is ridiculous!”
Willy Carter: “Show some respect, Hardy!”
{A priest solemnly makes his way down the aisle, followed closely behind by six men in suits carrying a casket. Washington drops his head and looks down as the men carefully get the casket into the ring and in place before exiting the ring. Washington wipes some more sweat from his brow before tossing the towel into the crowd and grabbing a microphone from Amber Ashe at ringside. The crowd boos relentlessly as Washington brings the microphone up to his mouth, causing him to pause for a moment.}
Will Washington: “I know I speak not only for myself, but for the entire Everyman family when I thank you all for joining me in a celebration of the life and career of Joe Everyman.”
{Loud booing.}
Will Washington: “I reached out to Scotty Callaway, trying to get him to come tonight, but unfortunately Burger King wouldn’t let him off his shift.”
{Will walks over next to a portrait of Joe Everyman holding the NCW National Title.}
Will Washington: “Joe was a hero to all of you. The common man stepping out into the big world of professional wrestling, living out his dream. He represented the average everyday American every time he came through that curtain. Joe Everyman was just what he always claimed to be…. He was average.”
{More boos from the crowd.}
Will Washington: “But really though. That’s okay. The world needs people like Joe Everyman, because believe it or not, they do serve a purpose. Joe Everyman and every single one of you average, good-for-nothing fans were put on this planet to make people like me look even better by comparison!”
{A raucous response from the crowd brings a smirk to his face.}
Will Washington: “And that was the power of the Everyman. His ability to always make whoever he was in the ring with look like an absolute champion of Earth. Joe never met a man who he couldn’t lose to, and that’s the greatest gift he gave us. He’s made all of the real stars of NCW into superstars just by failing time and time again to beat them. It takes real talent to try and falter that many times, and for that, we pay great thanks to you Joe.”
{Washington slowly steps over and puts his hand on the casket, leaning over it.}
Will Washington: “After all that you’ve given us, Joe, it’s now time to say goodbye. You’ve been doing your thing for far too long, and the act has worn thin. These people may think you’re as great as you ever were, but let’s be honest… You were never that great in the first place. Now? It’s just sad. So like that old dog that can barely walk, we’re finally putting you out of your misery. It’s time to bury the memory of Joe Everyman, and move on with our lives. You had a run… not a good run, but a run nonetheless… and now that run comes to an end. The struggle is over Joe. Stop fighting.”
{The crowd hushes a bit at the severity of those words. Will motions to the reverend with his free hand.}
Will Washington: “Reverend. If you will….”
{Before the reverend can speak, ‘Live to Rise’ by Soundgarden hits in the arena and the crowd pops wildly. Joe Everyman steps out into the entrance area with a microphone in hand. He makes his way down the ramp as his music cuts off and he starts to speak.}
Joe Everyman: “Haven’t you heard, Will? I’m not dead yet!”
{Loud pop from the crowd.}
Will Washington: “Wow. Joe Everyman has done the unthinkable. He’s managed to ruin his own funeral. Congratulations!”
Joe Everyman: “You know something? This is all too hysterical to me. I mean… I haven’t gotten this much airtime in years! You’re so focused on burying me and my career, that you’re actually making it hotter than ever! And you just know now that I’m going to get all kinds of sweet endorsement deals from casket companies.”
Will Washington: “Hey. Chazz Reinhold. Nobody invited you out here, so stop crashing funerals?”
Joe Everyman: “Oh come on. How are you going to have a funeral without the guest of honor? That’s pretty rude, even by your standards.”
Will Washington: “Jesus Christ, man. Why won’t you just go away?”
{Joe climbs up the ring steps and through the ropes. At this point the minister backs up and cowers in the corner.}
Joe Everyman: “Where’s the fun in that? It’s much more fulfilling for me and everyone out there in the audience, to see how much you hate it that you’re getting upstaged right now. Did you really think I’d set back there and let you get by scot-free? You should know better than that by now.”
Will Washington: “Alright, Joe. Maybe it’s even better this way. Now you get to witness your own funeral up close and personal. How many other people can say that?”
Joe Everyman: “I know! I’m so excited to see what you have planned.”
{Joe stands with his arms folded, holding the microphone up next to his face. Will slowly opens the lid on the casket and we see the emptiness inside. He looks down into the casket and Joe steps over next to him, looking down as well.}
Will Washington: “This, Joe, is where your career goes to die. Figuratively, of course. Everything you’ve done and haven’t done… Your accomplishments and failures…. It all fills up the emptiness of this wooden box. And when it’s lowered into that cold, dark ground…. It’s only a matter of time before you’re forgotten completely. The train will roll on, and Joe Everyman will be nothing more than a blip on the radar of NCW.”
Joe Everyman: “Ominous. I like it.”
Will Washington: “You say that now, but when the time comes for you to hang it up, you won’t be so smug.”
Joe Everyman: “Oh no, Will. I fully understand my place in the lexicon of NCW. I know this company and business are much bigger than me. I know that things will go on long after I’m retired, and I’m sure some people will forget me. I’ve accepted that. The question, however, is whether or not you’ve accepted that fact about yourself?”
{Washington clearly thinks about this before shaking it off.}
Will Washington: “Well that doesn’t really matter, does it? Because this isn’t about me, Joe. We’re here to remember you! Roll the video!”
{Everyone turns to face the tron as a commemorative video featuring Joe Everyman’s greatest moments is played. We see clips from Joe’s first match in NCW against The Ace and Showtyme… We see Joe winning his first title, the Xtreme Title from Dr. Pepper….We see clips from every time Everyman has won the National Title… and then we see clips of Joe getting brutalized. Clip after clip of Joe getting pinned… Joe tapping out… Then we see, in quick succession, every time Washington has beaten Joe Everyman in NCW. The clips ends with a still of a posed Joe Everyman. As the crowd boos wildly, Everyman turns to see Washington wiping away a fake tear from his eye.}
Will Washington: “Memories, eh? Touching. Simply touching.”
Joe Everyman: “I enjoyed it.”
Will Washington: “And now it’s time we say our final adieu to you, Joe. So if you’d do us all a favor and hop on up in this casket….”
{Washington pats the soft lining of the casket, but Joe doesn’t budge.}
Joe Everyman: “I would. I really would, but I just had an idea that I think would be a lot better than that.”
Will Washington: “Really? What’s that?”
Joe Everyman: “How about instead of ducking me and weaseling out of giving me a rematch, you man up and face me at BattleGrounds?”
{Will laughs at the very thought of it. Holding his gut, he brings the mic back to his mouth.}
Will Washington: “Now why exactly would I do that? I’ve beaten you time and time again. You saw the video! The facts are right there in front of you! There’s absolutely nothing for me to gain in giving you a rematch.”
Joe Everyman: “Oh but that’s where you’re wrong! You’re so gung ho and burying me? You’re set on getting me in that casket? Well now is your chance. You and me…. BattleGrounds. Casket Match.”
{Joe steps forward and extends his hand for a shake.}
Joe Everyman: “What do you say, pal?”
{Washington considers the offer before slapping Everyman’s hand away. At this point the priest scurries out of the ring.}
Will Washington: “It’s a tempting offer…. How often do you get to literally bury Joe Everyman?…. I tell you what. I’ll think about it. You’ll have your answer by the end of the show.”
{Joe looks over at Washington and nods.}
Joe Everyman: “Well here’s a little something to make your decision a little easier.”
{Joe drops his microphone and hits Washington with a big right hand that catches him off-guard. Everyman connects with a series of quick punches that find their mark on the former soldier’s face. Washington responds with a surprise knee to the gut. Everyman takes a step back towards the casket, and Will hit’s the opposite ropes and comes charging with a big Lariat. Joe ducks down and grabs Washington, spinning and drilling him into the open casket with a Leviathan Spinebuster! Joe reaches up and slams the lid shut as the crowd goes absolutely bonkers. Joe bends down and picks up his microphone again before slapping the lid of the casket.}
Joe Everyman: “Make the right decision. I know you will!”
{Joe taps on the lid again before dropping his microphone as his music hits. The crowd roars with approval as Joe steps through the ropes and out of the ring. He walks up the ramp, high-fiving the fans as he passes by.}
Willy Carter: “Joe Everyman just sent a BIG message to Will Washington tonight! He’s not going to let Will embarrass him again!”
Eric Hardy: “Not to mention the fact that Joe laid down the official challenge for BattleGrounds…A Casket Match!”
Dave Holland: “He promised an answer by the end of the night, but I think there’s only one real option. Will’s gotta accept the challenge.”
{Joe gets to the top of the ramp and stares back at the ring as we fade to the next scheduled segment/match.}
Eric Hardy: Next up, four amazing Starlets in tag team action. Women's champion Jenny Williams and her sister in law Crystal, take on a likely #1 contender for Jenny's title in Mercedes Vargas and Crystal's best friend in the Homeless Herald.
Dave Holland: I still can't get used to calling her that.
Willy Carter: None of us can, Dave.
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MATCH TWO
Jenny and Crystal Williams vs. Homeless Herald and Mercedes Vargas
Tag Team Match
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{Smile by Avril Lavgine begins to blast all over the speakers and as it does we are treated to Jennifer Williams along with Crystal emerging from behind the curtain. She grins as she bounces out clapping the hands of the fans that are cheering her on as Crystal just supports her walking down the aisle closely behind. Crystal walks up the steps as Jenny quickly slides in the ring. She slowly walks to a turnbuckle where she lifts one foot over it. She seductively moves her body to the side before throwing her arms up in the air pulling herself away. She takes her hate breeder t shirt off and throws it into the crowd as she bounces around bubbly waiting for her opponent.}
Eric Hardy: Crystal and Jenny with a little team unity here, coming out together.
Dave Holland: Without unity, a tag team is just two parts. Need to find that glue that comes together, and they may have it.
Willy Carter: Meee-ow..
{"Face to Face" by Siousie & the Banshees starts from the PA system as Mercedes appears on the entranceway, hand on waist.}
Amber Ashe: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing 135 pounds...MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
{Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks along the ring apron, she straddles the top rope, facing the crowd before she walks the rest of the apron and climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight}
Eric Hardy: Vargas may have come in second in the fan voting last month, but she's definitely made a case for her chance at the Starlet's title in recent weeks.
Dave Holland: That's what you need to do, show them that you not only want it, but deserve it.
{The Humbling River begins to play as the majority of the light sin the arena cut out. Smoke fills the ramp and Sydney walks to the ring slowly, not reacting to the crowd, music, or anything. She steps into the ring, heads towards a corner and sits down, waiting for the match to begin, uncaring.}
Eric Hardy: It's sad to see her reduced to such an uncaring automaton.
Dave Holland: I agree. But there's still a fire inside her, I can tell. Once she's free of Kelly's control, there will be hell to pay, that I can guarantee you.
Willy Carter: Amen, brother.
{Crystal starts the match for her team, and after a stern look from Vargas, Herald shrugs and let's her start. Vargas and Crystal lock up in the center of the ring, and quickly asserts control, twisting in a side standing wrist lock. Vargas leans in, driving an elbow down onto the shoulder repeatedly. Crystal tries to roll through to escape, but Vargas keeps a tight vice like grip on her wrist, pulling her in and sending her straight to the canvas with a lariat. Mercedes holds on, pulling Crystal to her feet by her wrist, and pulling her in to set up for a suplex. She makes a not so subtle pointing gesture at Jenny on the apron, before lifting Crystal up and planting her down with a vertical suplex.}
Eric Hardy: Mercedes showing off her intentions tonight, she wants that title Jenny has.
Dave Holland: Message received as well no doubt.
Willy Carter: Hard to miss something like that.
{Vargas steps in between Crystal and Jenny, motioning to her waist as if something's missing. Jenny ignores Mercedes, shouting encouragement at Crystal. Crystal pops to her feet, grabbing Vargas and nailing a side russian leg sweep. Crystal is up and running, springing off the second rope and twisting in midair to nail a guillotine leg drop. Crystal leans over for the pin. 1....2... Kickout at 2. Crystal lifts Mercedes to her feet, irish whipping her into the corner. She tags in Jenny, then she runs to the corner, hitting a monkey flip, sending Vargas end over end. Jenny completes the combo by springboarding into the ring, landing on Vargas with a diving body splash. She holds for the pin. 1.....2...Kickout at 2.}
Eric Hardy: Jenny and Crystal showing some good team effort here. The kind you only have when the bond these two have.
Dave Holland: Something I know a little bit about.
Willy Carter: Yea, like Hall of Fame little.
{Jenny lifts Vargas to her feet and whips her into a neutral corner. Jenny charges in for a diving splash, but Mercedes moves out of the way. Jenny bounces hard out of the corner and Mercedes lifts her end over end with a vicious german suplex. She bridges it for the pin. 1....2.... Kickout at 2! Mercedes half drags Jenny to her corner, and tags in Herald. Herald lifts Jenny up to her feet, then kicks out at her knees, dropping Jenny down to one knee, before viciously hitting a spike DDT. She rolls Jenny over for the cover. 1....2... Kickout at 2! Crystal begins shouting across the ring.}
Eric Hardy: Looks like Crystal is still trying to get through to her friend.
Dave Holland: I don't blame her. You never stop trying to help the ones you care about.
Willy Carter: Like Eric and his real life doll..
Eric Hardy: I don't have one of those.
Willy Carter: Not yet.
Dave Holland: Wait.. what?
{Herald stops to look across the ring. She hesitates, and turns away, ignoring Crystal for the most part, but that allows Jenny the time to recover and make her way across the ring. This causes Vargas to start shouting at Herald to stop stalling and finish the match, but she just glares back. Vargas holds her hand out in frustration, a gesture that says if you don't want to do this I will. And Herald shrugs and tags her back in. Vargas gets into the ring at the same time Jenny manages to tag in Crystal! Vargas charges across the ring, but Crystal drops down with a drop toe hold and Vargas gets hung up on the middle rope, the rope knocking the breath from her chest. Rather than follow up, Crystal turns her attention to Herald, pleading with her.}
Eric Hardy: Though I admire her efforts, this probably isn't the best time for this.
Dave Holland: Especially with a wrestler like Vargas just a short space away, and Jenny not in much shape to help after what she's been through.
Willy Carter: It's all downhill from here.
{Herald just ignores her, shaking her head and refusing to listen. Vargas recovers and turns around, ready to strike. Herald points over, warning her friend of what's coming, and Crystal turns in time to be grabbed and lifted up and then planted down with a Black Rose Overdrive inverted death valley driver! Vargas rolls Crystal over for the pin, staring daggers at Jenny. 1.... 2.... Jenny gets up, diving to break it up, but is a half second too late. 3!!!!!}
Eric Hardy: Vargas capitalizes on the distraction, and picks up the victory.
Dave Holland: As a wrestler, you have to be aware of your surroundings, Crystal just let herself get caught up in the moment, and didn't realize it until it was too late.
{Vargas celebrates the win, motioning to her waist, while Jenny checks on Crystal. Herald shakes her head sadly, then drops off the apron and heads up the ramp.}
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SEGMENT
Jacobsen/Faclon
“Strategy”
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{We come back from commercial break and Andrew and Falcon are walking down the halls, talking amongst each other.}
Andrew Jacobsen: You know they're all going to be out there supporting Lex Sense.
Falcon: I know. That's why I'll be out there supporting you.
Kelly Fox: No you wont.
{Kelly appears behind them as they turn around to face the C.E.O. of nCw.}
Falcon: You can't possibly be serious?
Andrew Jacobsen: Of course she is. She does whatever the hell she wants.
Kelly Fox: Come on now, boys. I just want to show you that I'm unbiased here. That's why Falcon will be banned from ringside tonight for Andrew's match.
Falcon: Figures.
Kelly Knite: Don't worry though. I want to make things fair and square so there will be nobody allowed to stand in Lex's corner as well.
Andrew Jacobsen: What are you up to?
Kelly Fox: Nothing! I just want to prove that I'm all about right down the middle so I've also assigned a special guest referee to the match to ensure that everything is Even Stevens.
Andrew Jacobsen: Don't tell me. Is it...
Kelly Fox: Oh don't you worry about that. It's going to be a surprise until your match starts. Good luck, Andrew. I'll be rooting for you.
{Kelly goes on her way as Andrew shakes his head at Falcon.}
Andrew Jacobsen: i don't think I like where this is going.
Falcon: Neither do I.
{They continue on their merry way when from around a corner, a man in a purple sweater appears as if out of the shadows. He just stands there, purple hood over his head and stares at Andrew and Falcon as they walk away.}
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MATCH THREE
Curtis D. Kanyon vs. Xavier Williams
Singles Match
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{The intro of "Gasoline" starts as the lights fall low, as spots lights blink around the arena.
"I check you like I might quit, comin out ya damn mouth
catch you while tha cameras off, show up to ya damn house
'Like excuse me MA’AM where such & such ride hard no buckle up'
All left hooks, right uppercuts, shoot you like the beat then **** you up"
Xavier emerges on the ramp as the crowd gets loud. Black hoodie, hood up, and black skull bandanna covering his face. Xavier walks to the side of the stage, as he just looks up into the stands. He walks back to the middle and drops to a knee, he looks out into the crowd and a pulls down the bandanna, he looks up and a smirk comes over his face, he stand up and lets out a loud yell as he makes his way down the ramp. He slaps hands with some of fans at ringside, before sliding into the ring. He stands on the middle rope and looks out into the crowd. He points up to the fans in the upper decks, then pounds his chest. He does his trademark 'X' across his chest, before doing his signature gun taunt toward the camera before hopping off the ropes and going into the corner as the music starts to die down.}
Willy Carter: There's my boy, Xavier Williams, the dark messiah, the black jesus!....
Dave Holland: Xavier is a former world champion and a man who loves what he does.....
Eric Hardy: And since he's dark skinned Willy Automatically becomes biased....
{Rage in my heart crossing the forest riding my black horse
Across the valley along the river where the hot blood flows.
Over the lakes and over the hills I follow the call of the wind uphold the legend and for my princess I will fight and win
"Lord of the Thunder" by Rhapsody hits the speakers as Curtis D. Kanyon emerges from the curtain. He has a sledgehammer slung over his shoulder.
Holy flame burn again for eternity burn my heart to win.
The holy war is awaiting another fiery king
Curtis pounds his chest with his fists then raises the hammer in the air. He walks down to the ring, nodding to the fans. He grabs a sign from a fan in support of his cause, and shows it to the camera!
Lord of the thunder please be my guide
before and after my last ride
I'll be your soldier serving the light
riding forever alive and proud
Curtis then climbs into the ring and goes to the turnbuckles. He climbs a turnbuckle and pounds his chest, then screams "The archangel is here! Prepare for the glory of battle!" He points to the crowd with his hammer, then hoists it straight up into the air and yells "BANG!" He then gets down and awaits the match to start.}
Eric Hardy: Curtis Kanyon beleives the norse god Thor came to him in a vision and is leading him with higher power....
Willy Carter: Wait wait wait, the god or the comic book charecter?....
Dave Holland: I loved the Avengers, great flick.......
{Thew bell rings and Xavier looks down at the shorter Kanyon. He laughs and looks at the crowd pointing at Kanyon making jokes about his height. Kanyon laughs to and then kicks Xavier in the stomach and hits a right hand, Xavier stumbles back as Kanyon runs forward clotheslining him over the top rope to start the match.}
Dave Holland: I don't think Kanyon took kindly to Xavier's joking.
Eric Hardy: Let's face it, Kanyon is short.
Willy Carter: But he is strong....
{Xavier gets onto the ring apron and back into the ring looking steamed, he gets in Kanyons face. He shoves Kanyon back and then Kanyon comes forward hitting Xavier with a hard right hand. Xavier responds back with a right of his own, Kanyon swings wildly, Xavier ducks and hooks Kanyon in an STO drilling him down. Williams then hooks Kanyon's arm and spins his body locking in a hammerlock on the ground rolling Kanyon to his stomach, he holds Kanyons arm with one hand and starts slapping Kanyon in the back of the head showing disrespect.}
Eric Hardy: Are you kidding me?...
Willy Carter: That's right X show him who's boss
Dave Holland: This is embaressing........
{Xavier lets Kanyon go and pulls Kanyon to his feet holding his arm. He goes for a short arm clothesline, Kanyon ducks and spins under grabbing Xavier by the waist, he picks Xavier up in a german suplex and dumps Xavier on his head, Kanyon releases it and stands up, Xavier gets to his feet holding the back of his head, Kanyon runs at Xavier going for the Bang!. Xavier dives out of the way and Kanyon goes through the ropes to the floor.}
Eric Hardy: Kanyon almost ran Xavier williams over!
Dave Holland: That spear he calls the Bang is deadly
Willy Carter: Can't beat a black man's speed.
{Kanyon gets to his feet and slides in going right back after Xavier, he runs in for a clothesline, Xavier drops to one knee, gets back to his feet and picks Kanyon up in the double A spinebuster, he slams Kanyon down and then gets to his feet. Xavier runs to the ropes and hits a springboard moonsault going for the pin 1...2...Kanyon kicks out, Xavier pulls Kanyon up by his hair, he whips Kanyon to the corner and slaps his leg before running in for a Yakuza kick, Kanyon ducks out of the way and Xavier gets tied up in the ropes with his leg.}
Dave Holland: Kanyon has a chance!, Xavier is hooked up!
Willy Carter: NO!....GET OUT OF THERE X
Eric Hardy: Holy Crap!
{Kanyon attacks Xavier hitting him in the ribs and on the back with vicious stiff forearms. Kanyon trips X over causing him to hang out of the corner by his leg. Kanyon attacks the leg like a rabid dog kicking kick knee, the referee counts and then pulls Kanyon away before freeing Xavier. X crawls along the mat in pain as Kanyon stalks him, X gets to his feet holding his knee, Kanyon runs and leaps up hitting a Kanyon cutter! he goes for the pin 1...2...X kicks out!}
Willy Carter: That's my boy X!
Eric Hardy:Xavier's knee has to be killing him.
Dave Holland: Such a physical match
{Kanyon sits in the corner calling for X to get up. As X does Kanyon goes for the Bang again, Xavier leaps forward hitting the buster wolf knee's to Kanyons face, Kanyon goes down looking out cold, Xavier lays on his back unable to capitalise. Xavier gets to his feet and says "that's it" before picking Kanyon up, he sets up for the tiger driver 98! as he hits it the crowd screams "FATALITY", Xavier goes for the pin 1...2.....3}
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