9-2-12 : Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

[Leonard Fox]

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DATE: 9-2-2012
LOCATION: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
ARENA: Consol Energy Center
NOTES: A very good Collision awaits you this week NCW fans. We have several good matches and even what is sure to be the sauciest bikini contest in the history of professional wrestling. To top of the night of action that will include a huge six person tag team match that will pit father versus daugther, we have two of NCW’s most beloved Stars squaring off in our Main Event. Andrew Jacobsen and Falcon are sure to blow the roof off the arena in Pittsburgh, so don’t miss out.
COMMENTATORS: Dave Holland, Eric Hardy and Willy Carter
THEME: "Have it your Way" by Mudvayne

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{Collision comes flying on the screen after the opening video and the fans are on their feet with excitement and anticipation for the night’s show. We head to Dave Holland and the gang who are all ready to call the night’s events.}

Dave Holland: Welcome once again NCW fans, once again we have a huge show for you here tonight and once again we can’t wait to show you what we have in store for you.

Willy Carter: What is with all the “once agains”?

Dave Holland: It adds a sense of this is the norm for this company. Which it certainly is.

Eric Hardy: That couldn’t be a more accurate statement. We have such an amazing lineup ready for tonight.

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MATCH ONE
Xavier Williams vs. Caleb Lockwood
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.}

Amber Ashe: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall.... Now making his way to the ring.... From Atlanta, Georgia.... Weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds.... 'Black Jesus'.... XAVIER WILLIAMS!"

{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.}

Eric Hardy: "We're starting the show off right with a former World Champion, Xavier Williams. Not a bad way to get things rolling, eh Dave?"

Dave Holland: "I'm actually really excited for this match. Any time we get to see 'Black Jesus' in action, it's a special night. He's really going to showcase his talents here tonight."

Willy Carter: "Being that Dave is a former World Champion as well... and I'm black... If you could put us together, you'd get Xavier Williams!"

Dave Holland: "What are you implying, Willy?"

{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.}

Amber Ashe: "And his opponent.... From Oakland, California.... Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds.... He is 'The Master of Gravity'.... CALEB LOCKWOOD!"

{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.}

Willy Carter: "And here comes that boy Caleb Lockwood! He flies through the air... WITH THE GREATEST OF EASE!"

Eric Hardy: "He's one of our most exciting performers on the roster. His win-loss record isn't all that impressive, but his high-flying skills are second to none."

Dave Holland: "Lockwood has been uber impressive over the past few months, and I really think he's got a chance to do something big here tonight."

Eric Hardy: "This is sure to be a fast-paced, hard-hitting showdown! I can't wait to get it started!"

{Referee Johnny Lei gets the match started as the timekeeper rings the bell, and the two wrestlers immediately start to move about the ring. They lean towards the center and slap hands in a show of respect, before moving in a circular pattern, jockeying for the first move. Xavier reaches out to grab Lockwood, but he ducks under and behind Xavier, grabbing him around the waist. Williams reaches down and unhooks Lockwood's hands, before pulling him forward into a Side Headlock. Lockwood quickly pulls his head free and grabs Xavier's arm, wrenching it to the side. Caleb attempts an Irish Whip, but the bigger man can't be moved. He Whips Lockwood into the ropes and ducks down, going for the Back Body Drop, but Lockwood rolls across his back and lands on his feet. As Williams straightens up, he turns, and Lockwood hits the ropes, coming off with a Leaping Leg Lariat. Williams catches him mid-move in the Powerbomb position, but Lockwood quickly turns it into a Hurricanrana that sends Xavier flipping to the mat. Xavier is up immediately and goes for a Back Elbow shot that Lockwood ducks, and hits the ropes again. Lockwood comes running in and Dropkicks Xavier low in the shin, causing him to drop to a knee. Caleb hits the ropes again and flies in, hitting Williams in the head with a Shining Wizard. He drops to the canvas and Lockwood quickly dives on the pin. 1.... 2. Williams powers out and sends Lockwood flying into the air. Caleb lands on his feet and immediately turns his body one hundred and eighty degrees, before jumping in the air with the Standing Moonsault. Xavier gets his knees up, and Lockwood's ribs collide with them, knocking the wind out of him.}

Dave Holland: "Oh man! This action is coming fast and furious right out of the gate."

Eric Hardy: "Caleb Lockwood is buzzing around the ring like a gnat, and Xavier Williams is matching him counter for counter."

Willy Carter: "Lockwood is moving like he's on fast forward! My boy 'Black Jesus' needs to slow him down."

Dave Holland: "Those knees to the gut can do just that. It's hard to leap and jump when you can't catch your breath."

{Xavier is up quickly, and Lockwood stumbles forward while holding his gut. Williams grabs him and spins around, planting Lockwood down hard into the mat with a Double A Spinebuster. Williams backs into the ropes and comes off with the Senton across the prone body of his opponent. He lays his back across Lockwood and reaches back, hooking the leg. 1.... 2.. Caleb kicks out and Williams goes back on the attack. He pushes up to his feet and drags Lockwood up by an arm before putting a boot in his gut. Xavier pulls Lockwood in and hoists him up with ease into the Brainbuster position. Lockwood brings a knee down into the top of the head of his opponent... and another. Xavier looses his grip and Lockwood looks his head and rolls him down to the mat into an Inside Cradle. 1.... 2.. Xavier powers free. Both men are up quickly, and Williams catches Lockwood with a Knee Lift to the chest that staggers him backwards, before following up by pulling him in to an STO. Williams looks down at Lockwood before running up and stepping on the second rope and springboarding back for the Lionsault. Lockwood gets his knees up to block the move, but having done the same thing earlier, Xavier sees it coming. The former World Champion lands on his feet and watches as Lockwood sits up. Xavier rebounds off the ropes and looks to score big with his Sliding Elbow Strike he calls 'The Kill', but Lockwood drops back to the mat and avoids it. The smaller wrestler kips up to his feet and runs to the ropes, stepping up and jumping, nailing Williams with a Springboard Roundhouse Kick just as he makes it to his feet!}

Willy Carter: "It looked like Xavier was in the driver's seat when he went for The Kill, but Lockwood turned it around on him."

Dave Holland: "That Springboard Roundhouse was picture perfect, and it took the big man off of his feet. Mission accomplished."

Eric Hardy: "Now it's up to him to follow up."

{Williams is flat on his back as Lockwood gets to his feet. He looks out towards the crowd and steps through the ropes, preparing to head to the top rope. Williams begins to stir, so he stops and watches from the apron. As Xavier spins around, Lockwood jumps to the top rope and springboards forward, hitting Williams in the chest with a Springboard European Uppercut. The move sends Xavier to the mat violently, and he rolls towards the ropes, and out to the apron. 'Black Jesus' gets to his feet on the outside of the ropes and Lockwood goes in for the attack. He charges the opponent, but Xavier ducks his head and sends Caleb over the top with his shoulder. Lockwood shows impressive balance by grabbing the top rope and landing on his feet, on the apron, next to his opponent. Xavier steps to the side before coming forward with a Side Savate Kick to the shoulder that nearly knocks Lockwood to the floor. Williams steps through the ropes, back into the ring, and grabs for Lockwood. The quick wrestler drops and delivers a well-placed shoulder to the gut, keeling over Williams. Lockwood then steps on the bottom rope and sends himself over, looking for the Slingshot Sunset Flip Pin. The smaller man tries to pull Xavier down into the pinning predicament, but Williams' superior strength keeps him up right before he drops straight down to his knees, atop Lockwood's arms. He reaches back to grab a leg for the pin. 1..... 2.... Lockwood brings his other leg up under Xavier's arm and rolls him backwards in a pinning situation of his own. 1.... 2.... Williams breaks free and gets to his feet. Lockwood quickly follows and Williams swings wildly at him. Caleb ducks and gets behind Xavier, before jumping up and looking for the Reverse Hurricanrana. As he jumps, Xavier reaches back and grabs hold of his legs, powering him up and trapping him in the Torture Rack!}

Dave Holland: "The Torture Rack!? It's been a while since we've seen this move. It's an oldy but a goody, and it's always effective."

Eric Hardy: "With Xavier's size and power advantage, he could tear Lockwood in half with this submission hold."

Willy Carter: "I bet that's exactly what he wants to do!"

{Caleb finds himself trapped in the center of the ring, tortured by one of the greatest submission holds ever. Xavier bounces up and down, doing damage to the spine and back of his opponent, searching for the submission victory. Lockwood yells out in pain, refusing to tap out, desperately trying to break the hold. Caleb is able to get a leg free and spin around, grabbing Xavier by the head and drilling him in the mat with a reversal DDT. Both men are lying flat on the mat as the referee starts to count them out. The crowd begins to cheer both men on, with duling chants for both individuals. Williams and Lockwood reach their feet at nearly the same time, using the ropes for balance. They look across the ring at one another before releasing the rope and charging one another. Xavier ducks under Caleb and ends up behind him, grabbing his arms and instantly driving him back to the mat with a Straight Jacket Suplex. Xavier gets his bearings on the mat and crawls over, going for the pin on his opponent. 1.... 2..... Lockwood gets his shoulder up!}

Eric Hardy: "What Lockwood lacks in size, he makes up in heart... and he's showing a lot of heart in kicking out from that move."

Willy Carter: "Both of these boys are incredible! This match could go either way at this point."

Dave Holland: "Never underestimate the heart of a champion."

{Xavier pushes up to his feet and guides Lockwood up as well, catching a European Uppercut from the smaller man as he does, causing him to take a step back. Lockwood kicks Williams in the side, once, twice, and as he goes for a third, Xavier catches his leg and pulls him into Belly-to-Belly position. Xavier tosses Lockwood overhead with the Release Belly-to-Belly Suplex, but the parkour master lands on his feet. Xavier gets to his feet following the move just as Caleb runs by him in a blur. Lockwood does a handspring into the ropes and comes flying back at Williams with a Handspring Back Elbow as he turns around. Williams ducks his head and lifts his arms, flipping Lockwood over his back as he goes for the elbow. Lockwood again lands on his feet, but Xavier turns around quickly and powers him up and down across his knee with a spine-rattling Uranage Backbreaker. Williams gets to his feet and looks down at Lockwood before patting his elbow pad. He slaps the pad again and again as Lockwood starts to stir to his feet. As Caleb gets up, Xavier spins and looks to take his head off with the Roaring Elbow, but Lockwood is able to duck it, before leaping up and catching Williams in the chest with a Reverse Roundhouse Kick.}

Dave Holland: "If Xavier had nailed that big Roaring Elbow there, this thing could have been over.

Willy Carter: "And Lockwood's head would have probably ended up in the crowd!"

{Williams stumbles back from the maneuver, but stays on his feet, using the ropes to keep upright. As 'Black Jesus' steps out from the ropes, Lockwood dives at him with a Cross Body Block, but the bigger man is able to catch him in mid-air, and shift him around. Xavier carries Lockwood, running and driving him spine-first into the turnbuckles. Williams quickly strikes away, lighting up Lockwood's chest with a rapid-fire series of Knife Edge Chops. Xavier then quickly moves back to the opposing corner and prepares to strike, yelling out 'ARE YOU OKAY?'. Xavier runs in flies at Lockwood, looking for the Buster Wolf Knees in the corner. Lockwood drops to the mat and avoids the move, sending Xavier crashing into the turnbuckles, knees-first. Williams turns around in the corner, holding his knee as Lockwood runs in and drills him under the chin with a Running Knee. Lockwood keeps Xavier in the corner, grabbing his head and following up with a Running Bulldog that sends his the former World Champion into the mat.}

Eric Hardy: "Again Lockwood narrowly avoids disaster and strikes back with a big move of his own."

Dave Holland: "These guys are giving it all they've got here tonight. That's something I like to see."

Willy Carter: "Nobody wants to lose!"

{Lockwood rolls Williams over and goes for the pin. 1.... 2..... Xavier gets his shoulder up! Lockwood takes a moment to assess the situation, before grabbing the bigger man by the arm and leg and dragging him towards the corner. Caleb then grabs the top rope and looks for the Split-Legged Moonsault, but Xavier pops up as he jumps, and crotches him on the top rope. Xavier steps up to the second ropes and grabs Lockwood, preparing to send him flying off with a Super Back Suplex. Lockwood tries to block the move by delivering a big back elbow to Xavier's head, stunning him momentarily. Lockwood sees the effect and quickly strikes another... and another... and another. Caleb connects with a fifth back elbow to the skull, sending Williams falling back hard to the mat. Lockwood stands up on the top turnbuckle, gaining his balance before looking back at the prone body of Xavier Williams. He quickly turns his head back around and leaps, performing two full rotations... and nailing the Skyscraper Press! He lands on top of Williams and stays there are the referee drops down to the mat. 1..... 2..... 3!}

Amber Ashe: "Here is your winner by pinfall.... CALEB LOCKWOOD!"

{Caleb Lockwood's theme hits as he cautiously pushes up to his feet, holding his sternum. Referee Johnny Lei comes over and raises Lockwood's free hand in victory as the crowd roars for him.}

Eric Hardy: "Caleb Lockwood has pulled off the upset! The kid just beat a former World Champion!"

Dave Holland: "I knew he had it in him. Both men were entirely game for the fight, but Lockwood was the better man tonight."

Willy Carter: "It looks like he can hardly believe it!"

{Lockwood drops his arm and looks around before running up the turnbuckles and standing on the top rope, raising his arm out towards the approving crowd. He jumps down and over the top rope, out to the arena floor. He backs up to the security railing and the fans give him a congratulatory welcome. Xavier Williams gets to his feet and looks out at Lockwood, giving a small nod. Lockwood runs up the ramp, high-fiving all of the outstretched hands of the fans.}

Dave Holland: "That was a fast-paced and exciting match to start out the show, and I'm sure the rest of Collision will deliver as well."

Eric Hardy: "We've only just begun, Dave. There's much more exciting NCW action to come. And that main event? It's going to be a wrestling clinic."

Willy Carter: "I wouldn't miss this show even if you weren't paying me to be here, so you fans shouldn't either!"

Dave Holland: "All of your favorite NCW wrestlers are going to be on display tonight, so don't miss a minute!"

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SEGMENT
Kelly and Simon
“Teasing”
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{Sydney stands in front of the door to Kelly’s office, guarding it like she was told when the sight of Simon Daye walking towards her causes her to turn her head and not look at him, however that doesn’t stop him from approaching.}

Simon Daye: Hey Syd.. I’m sorry I haven’t returned your calls or texts all week. I kinda lost my mind this week... and I just wasn’t thinking clearly... and... what’s wrong?

{She shakes her head and still refuses to look at him.}

Simon Daye: Look I know I was stupid, and I thought you hated me and I thought what I was doing was all for nothing, but I realized that’s a stupid way to think....

Sydney: Stop.

Simon Daye: What? What did I do?

Sydney: I saw you with those two girls, I saw them go into your hotel room.

Simon Daye: You saw that? How?.... Kelly. Ok I get it... but I promise you, I kicked them out of the room before we did anything. Which is what I was trying to say, I lost my mind, I went crazy... I don’t know what I was thinking. I really do care about you, and I want to fight for you.

Sydney: Wh... what... really? You... oh god no... don’t tell me that.

{Sydney wraps her arms around her stomach and looks like she’s about to throw up as she leans against the wall and slides down until she’s crouched against it with her torso between her legs.}

Simon Daye: Syd, are you ok? What’s wrong?

{Just then the door to Kelly’s office and Kelly is standing there staring at the two. Kelly smiles as Simon glares at her.}

Kelly Fox: Ahh Simon, I take it you’re here because she’s breaking the news to you?

Simon Daye: What news?

Kelly Fox: Oh I’m sorry... she didn’t tell you yet... allow me.

Sydney: Kelly don’t.

Kelly Fox: No come on Sydney, he should know about NCW’s latest couple.

Sydney: We’re not a couple!

{Simon steps back, possibly putting two and two together and glares at Kelly.}

Simon Daye: What are you talking about?

Kelly Fox: Well I hooked Sydney and Cyrus up on a date and lets just say... one thing led to another... and apparently Syd with a stomach full of wine becomes really easy. Maybe you should have tried that instead of this Superman act.

Simon Daye: She wouldn’t do that... right Sy...

{Sydney lowers her head and closes her eyes, a reaction that speaks louder than any words.}

Simon Daye: I... I...I’m going to go.

{Simon in complete shock drops his head, looking at the floor. Kelly stops him as she calls out to him.}

Kelly Fox: Before you go... it was fun playing this game with you Simon... best of luck.

{Kelly smiles devilishly as Simon just keeps walking and Sydney puts her hands behind her head trying to hide from the world, we fade back to ringside for the next match..}

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MATCH TWO
Will Washington and Curtis Kanyon vs. Ken Davison and Joe Everyman
Tag Team Match
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{Live To Rise by Soundgarden starts blasting over the PA system. Pyros are going off on the stage all over the place. Joe Everyman then comes out onto the stage. Joe walks down the ramp while holding their arms up towards the crowd, who has a mixed but mostly face reaction.}

Amber Ashe: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Washington, DC, weighing in at 252 pounds, Joe Everyman!

Eric Hardy: Joe Everyman said he wasn’t going to say everything he had to say about Will Washington this week. Do you think that it’s a smart strategy to save some of his words for another time?

Dave Holland: Maybe. It’s a risky move. If he’s holding back, it had better be good.

{Joe then comes to the end of the ramp and does a standing jump onto the apron. Joe then climbs into the ring through the ropes and looks around in the crowd and hold up his arm. Then loud blue pyros shoot from the ring posts. Joe then stands and waits.}

Amber Ashe: And his partner…

{The lights go down as “God's Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash fills the room. With each clap in the song, the lights come up and disappear. The spotlight focuses on the entrance way as a man underneath a hooded trench coat walks out with his hands folded in front him. He walks down to the ring, entirely focused on the task at hand.}

Amber Ashe: From Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 219 pounds, he is the nCw X Champion, “Godly” Ken Davison!

Eric Hardy: An uncharacteristically quiet week from the X Champion. Seems he’s decided to focus wholeheartedly on the match before him.

Willy Carter: Ken Davison is a calculating man. After whooping up on Mike Laszlo in that Pawn Shop match and his own partner last week, he’s gotta be hungry for the hat trick.

{Davison slides into the center of the ring and shrugs his jacket off his then extends his arms as a laser circles the arena. It centers on Davison's forehead before the sound of a gunshot cuts off the music. The lights come up, with Davison still standing in the middle of the ring.}

Amber Ashe: And their opponents…

{"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. Curtis pounds his chest with his fists then raises the hammer in the air.}

Amber Ashe: Introducing first, from Asbury Park, New Jersey, weighing in at 260 pounds, Curtis Kanyon!

Eric Hardy: Curtis Kanyon back in action after missing last week, and he’s ready to put that hammer down on Joe and Davison.

{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! 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.}

Amber Ashe: And his partner…

{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 its 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 232 pounds, he is the Patriotic Paragon, Will Washington!

Willy Carter: Aww BABY! Red, White and BANG! are in the house! You gotta LOVE IT!

Dave Holland: It’s a catchy name, but I’d like it more if you hadn’t been raving about it ALL NIGHT during the breaks.

{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.}

Eric Hardy: Looks like Curtis and Joe starting for their respective teams…and here we go!

{The bell rings and Curtis immediately rushes Joe, looking for a clothesline. Everyman dips, hooking Kanyon’s arm, and brings him over with a crisp arm drag. Curtis bounces to his feet and tries again, meeting with the same result. Everyman stands, grabbing Kanyon’s arm and twisting it around into a hammerlock, and sets him up for the Pepsi Twist! Joe spins, but Curtis ducks under easily, hooking his arms into a full nelson and bringing him crashing down to the mat with a full nelson slam!}

Dave Holland: Joe started out strong there with those deep Ricky Steamboat-like arm drags, but he tried to go too fancy, too soon, and Curtis Kanyon’s veteran instincts allowed him to drop Joe with that brutal full nelson slam.

{Curtis lays the boots into Joe, roughly hauling him to his feet. He delivers a stiff right hand, staggering Everyman, and Irish whips him to the ropes, catching Joe with a brutal powerslam! Curtis stands, barking “WHO DA MAN?!” to the crowd, and Will Washington signals for a tag. Kanyon drags Joe over by his arm, and tags in Will. The men whip Joe to the ropes again, delivering a double hip toss, and follow up with a crisp double elbow drop! Joe clutches his sternum as Will covers immediately. 1! 2! And Everyman throws his shoulder up!}

Eric Hardy: Impressive teamwork from Washington and Kanyon so far, keeping Joe Everyman isolated and out of his corner.

Willy Carter: Of course! After all, this is Red, White and BANG! They ooze teamwork and skill!

{Will hits a brutal stomp to the gut of Everyman, causing Joe to double over in pain, and he follows up with a Sudden Impact clothesline! Joe hits the canvas hard, and Will covers again. 1...2…and another kickout from Joe Everyman. Will shakes his head, pulling him up to his feet, and hooks in a standing dragon sleeper! He wrenches back on the hold, as Johnnie Lei asks Joe if he wants to submit. Joe shakes his head, struggling in the hold, and Will wrenches back on the sleeper! Joe refuses to tap, throwing punches towards Will, and Washington just looks at him, shrugging before hauling him up and spiking him on the top of his head with ISHMAEL’S REVENGE! Cover! 1! 2! And Joe once again powers out of the pin attempt, as Will appears to be shocked!}

Eric Hardy: What a kickout! What resiliency, what fortitude being shown by Joe Everyman!

Dave Holland: Will Washington’s words must have gotten under his skin somehow, but he’s fighting through it nonetheless!

{Will angrily hauls Joe up off the mat, front facelocking him and dragging him to his corner. Kanyon tags in, and Will puts Joe into a modified abdominal stretch, as Kanyon starts laying in with rights and lefts. Lei starts counting, and Washington releases the hold, stepping back onto the apron. Curtis grins, hitting a knee lift to Everyman’s midsection, and stuffs him between his legs, setting up for the Lanced! Joe, surprisingly, kicks off, backdropping out of the move, and when Kanyon gets to his feet, Joe leaps and plants him face-first into the mat with the AURORA DRIVER! Both men are down, as Will and Davison signal for the tag!}

Eric Hardy: An incredible counter by Joe Everyman, and this looks like the opening he needed! Will he be able to capitalize?

Willy Carter: Let’s hope not. MAKE THAT TAG, CURTIS!

{Kanyon forces himself to his elbows, getting enough leverage to put a foot under himself. Joe, for his part, is struggling back to his feet. Curtis glances behind, and he springs to his corner, tagging Will. Washington immediately moves to springboard in, but Everyman, as if sensing him coming, jumps forward, tagging in Ken Davison to the roar of the crowd! Will manages to drop into the ring on his feet, incensed.}

Willy Carter: Look at that coward Joe Everyman! Running so he doesn’t have to get his ass whooped by Will Washington again! Baaaawk bawk bawk bawk bawk!

Dave Holland: As a veteran tag team wrestler, I take offense to that. He wasn’t chickening out, he was doing what’s smart: tagging the fresh man in so that you have a better chance of winning.

{Will charges, but Davison ducks under his clothesline attempt, hitting the ropes and delivering a thunderous elbow strike which drops Washington to the mat. Will rolls to his knees, only to be met with a brutal Shining Wizard! Ken keeps moving, climbing the near turnbuckle, and signals to the crowd before coming off with a big double stomp to the chest! Washington doubles over, holding his sternum as he gets to his feet slowly. Davison readies as he stands, delivering first a brutal kick to the leg, then a rolling savate kick to the gut, which doubles him over. Ken lets out a loud shout, stepping back and nailing a BRUTAL muay thai roundhouse kick to the head to complete the TRIFECTA! Will slumps to the mat, and Davison hooks the leg tightly!

1!

2!

THR—NO! Kanyon hits a diving axe handle to Davison to break the three count!}

Eric Hardy: An explosive comeback from Ken Davison, and it looked like he might have had Will Washington there after that offensive sequence!

Dave Holland: Curtis Kanyon was on top of things there, breaking the cover just in time. I’d expect nothing less from a former member of a tag team like Dirty Deal.

{Ken and Curtis stand, trading rights and lefts, as Will slowly gets to his feet. Johnnie moves to separate the two, and Joe Everyman steps between the ropes to try to break up the fight between his partner and Kanyon. Will thinks quickly and takes advantage of Lei’s distraction to deliver a crushing right hand to the family jewels of Everyman! Joe drops to the mat, and Washington quickly shoves him onto the floor! Kanyon and Davison continue to exchange shots, and Lei tries to interject himself again, but he eats a big right from Kanyon and is knocked to the canvas!}

Eric Hardy: Looks like referee Johnnie Lei tried to get in there and break things up, but he eats an errant shot from the Archangel and now both he and Joe Everyman are the victims of illegal shots from Kanyon and Washington.

Willy Carter: I’d be amazed that Will could even hit a target that small, but the man’s a former Army Ranger. He’s got aim like a HAWK!

{Will struggles to his feet, and Davison catches Curtis with a big kick to the gut, scooping him up into position for the FALCON ARROW! Washington springs forward as he lifts, however, and plasters him in the back of the head with the CAMBRIDGE CALLING! Ken drops Kanyon, falling to the mat. Curtis lands, wobbling, and Will shouts to get his attention, pointing to the turnbuckle and gesturing upwards.}

Dave Holland: Will Washington directing traffic, but…I don’t get it. Is he asking Curtis to go to the top rope?

Eric Hardy: That’d be a very uncharacteristic move for Curtis Kanyon, but this is the man who ran around for months with a wig on his head…

{Curtis shakes his head, and Will shouts for him to climb again. Kanyon pauses before nodding, walking to the turnbuckle. He very slowly begins to climb up as Washington hauls a groggy Davison to his feet. Will stands him up, ducking down and bringing the X Champion up in the electric chair position. Kanyon hesitates before stepping up to the top, struggling to maintain his balance. Washington rolls his eyes at Kanyon’s hesitance, shouting “I DON’T HAVE ALL DAY!” at his erstwhile partner. Curtis nods, shakily getting to his feet, and his eyes lock on Davison, coiling his body and leaping off the turnbuckle to deliver a Doomsday BANG!}

Eric Hardy, Willy Carter and Dave Holland: HOLY S***!

{Kanyon hits the mat hard, and Davison appears lifeless. Washington quickly drops down and hooks the leg of Davison as Lei stirs to make the count!

1!

2!

3! Washington stands, Lei raising his hand as “Battle of Heroes” plays over the PA.}

Amber Ashe: Here are your winners, Curtis Kanyon and Will Washington!

Eric Hardy: An impressive victory for Will Washington, rebounding from a count-out loss to the last challenger for the X Title by pinning the current champion, even if circumstances were suspect.

Willy Carter: And that Doomsday BANG! What a move! I tell you, Red, White and BANG! are the real deal, no pun intended. Next tag champs, baby!

Dave Holland: They had solid chemistry as a team, but I’d be concerned about two powerful egos like that coexisting. Nevertheless, Eric’s right. A tremendous win here for both men.

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SEGMENT
Team America/Crystal
“Not Done Trying”
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{We head backstage where we see Simon Daye and Gib getting ready for their match later in the night when Crystal Hilton barges into the room, looking bubbly and ready to go... but dressed in gear identical to the stuff Sydney used to wear as Zelda.}

Crystal Hilton: Alright, you guys ready, I think Z seeing us like this together. Her father, best friend, and boyfriend all caring about her, we can really get through to her this time.

Gib: Why are you dressed like that?

Crystal Hilton: To show my support for her, to show her how much I care.

Simon Daye: That’s stupid. Besides, I’m not her boyfriend... and I all I care about is beating the hell out of those two.

Crystal Hilton: What are you talking about? You’re the one who got her to start talking again right?

Simon Daye: Yeah... and but she’s the one who decided to **bleep** Cyrus Daniels, so that really doesn’t matter now does it?

Crystal Hilton: She did what? She wouldn’t...

Simon Daye: She did, like some two bit slut, she doesn’t give a crap about me, she’s willing to stomp my chest in and then rip out my heart, fine, then I don’t give a crap about her either. Let me make this clear... you better be focused on winning this match! If you aren’t, then we’re better off without you!

Crystal Hilton: I’m trying to help my friend... I’m not giving up on her.

Simon Daye: **hmph** You won’t be singing that tune when she caves your head in after stabbing you in the back.

{Simon stands up, his boots half laced and pushes past Crystal and out the door. Crystal turns to look at Gib and shrugs her shoulders.}

Crystal Hilton: What’s wrong with him?

{Gib walks over and puts his hand on Crystal’s shoulder.}

Gib: He’s just hurting Crystal... I believe the scientific term is sand-in-vaginitis...

Crystal Hilton: I think it’s a little more than that Gib...

Gib: Either way. Lets focus on this match tonight.

{We head back to ringside as Gib pats Crystal on the shoulder once more and we fade out.}

Dave Holland: Well fans... this next match certainly could be called... something..

Eric Hardy: A sham comes to mind... Kelly forcing Verona to go two on one here, just because she can.

Willy Carter: That’s Kelly for you, she doesn’t play coy, She just tells you you’re going to jump through her hoops and you’re going to have to do it to get anywhere.

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MATCH THREE
Roberto Verona vs. Team Africa
Handicap Match
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Amber Ashe: The following match is scheduled for one fall…

{The sounds of African ritual chants could be heard as the crowd looks on. Suddenly, "Africa", by X Plastaz hits the PA. Tafari and Jason then come out, holding up an African flag as they take pride in their country. They then dance down the aisle in an African art known as Kupigana Ngumi.}

Announcer: Introducing first from the continent of Africa…The are Ebony and Ivory…Team Africa

Eric Hardy: Well here is a match that is not for any pure competitive reason but more of a disciplinary action.

Will Carter: You can say that but let’s face it Roberto Verona keeps asking for it when he displays such rudeness to our boss Kelly Fox. Besides it sounds like you have no respect for this team here.

Eric Hardy: No, I know they are a fine team but I am just going over the circumstances as to why they are going into this match 2 against 1 against Roberto Verona.

{Tafari and Jason hop onto the apron and enter the ring with dual leap frogs over the ropes. Tafari then gets to a knee in the middle of the ring and outstretches his arms as Jason stands behind him, holding up the African flag.}

Announcer: And their opponent….

{The spotlights in the arena dim as the entrance screen flicks with static for a few moments and red and white lights begin to flash before "Smash the Control Machine" by OTEP erupts from the PA system causing the crowd to pop as Roberto Verona appears slowly and methodically from behind the curtain.}

Announcer: Coming here by way of Chicago, Illinois this is Roberto Verona.

Dave Holland: Well like him or hate him here is the man that always says his opinion of Kelly Fox, especially when he is in the presence of her.

Willy Carter: Well, he may seem courageous to you, but I just call him stupid. You know if he would just shut up he might actually get himself a title shot sometime soon.

Eric Hardy: Yeah well right now Kelly Fox seems to enjoys playing games with this man.

{Ebony decides to start the match as Roberto tries to take account of his two opponents. Suddenly as Ebony gets ready to square up in the center of the ring Roberto strikes first with a series of blows to Ebony’s face, sending him into the corner opposite of his tag partner. Trapping him in the corner Roberto lands another series of punches to Ebony’s head and body. Hearing the count from the referee beginning Roberto heads back into the center before charging the corner and hitting Ebony with a well-placed knee to his jaw. Roberto takes Ebony from the corner and snapmares him then runs to the ropes and hits Ebony with a dropkick to his head on the rebound. Roberto immediately goes for the cover…1..2.. Ebony kick out.}

Eric Hardy: Roberto Verona taking no time in getting this match started early.

Dave Holland: Roberto trying to take the advantage as quickly as he can since you don’t know if you are ever going to get it again.

Willy Carter: He is just going to wear himself out that is all.

{Roberto picks Ebony to his feet and flips the bird to Ivory standing in the corner riling Ivory up.}

Willy Carter: Really? Was that necessary?

Eric Hardy: Well Roberto always loves to play the mind games and show how confident he is.

Dave Holland: Unfortunately Verona’s confidence can become arrogance causing him problems in situations like these.

{Roberto then slams Ebony before doing a series of stomps to the head and extremities of Ebony. Roberto once again goes to the ropes and lands an elbow drop on his rebound. He once again goes for the pin 1..2. Ebony kicks out.}

Eric Hardy: Roberto hoping for the early win but not getting it.

Dave Holland: Unfortunately for him the longer this match goes on the greater the odds against him.

Willy Carter: Boy you are a genius aren’t you.

{Roberto then gets Ebony up to his feet by his hair and sends him to mat with a hard European uppercut. Roberto once again gets Ebony up to his feet by his hair and sends him back down to the mat with another European uppercut. Roberto once again picks up Ebony by his hair and whips him into the corner. Roberto then charges into the corner with a spear but eats the ring post.}

Eric Hardy: That might be the turning point of the match.

Willy Carter: Well I hope that Roberto enjoys beat down, because that is what is going to happen from here on out.

{Ebony realizing he needs to make a tag literally crawls his way to make the tag of his partner. Ivory comes in charging at Verona hitting him with several elbow shots while telling his partner to get up. Once Ebony is up Ivory stands Roberto in the center of the ring as both his the Batuqe (hi-low dropkick) sending Roberto face first into the ring mat . Ebony then leaves the ring as Ivory takes over. Ivory picks Roberto to his feet and tries to Irish whip Roberto into the ropes but is reversed but as Roberto tries to go for the hip toss Ivory turns the tables by going up and grabbing Roberto’s head and driving it into the mat with a DDT. Ivory goes for a pin 1..2. Roberto kicks out.}

Eric Hardy: What a reversal by Ivory.

Willy Carter: Yeah what can I say those are my boys right there.

{Ivory sits Roberto up before delivering a swift kick to the face whiplashing his head back to the mat. He sits Roberto up again and delivers another kick to his face. Ivory bends over and sits Roberto up again before backing up and delivering a charging drop kick to his face. Ivory goes for the cover 1..2. Roberto kicks out.}

Eric Hardy: Roberto sure has taken some punishment but has no quit in him.

Willy Carter: Hey that’s what you get for being arrogant.

Dave Holland: Well Roberto has to do something if he hopes to survive in this match.

{Ivory picks Roberto up and whips him into his corner and follows it up with a splash. He tags his partner in as Ebony sets Roberto up with a backdrop as Ivory hits a leg drop for their Testa maneuver. Roberto writhes in pain as Ebony goes for the cover 1..2. Roberto kicks out. Ebony goes over to the corner and tags in his partner. Ebony sits Roberto up near the corner the goes runs at Roberto and delivers another dropkick to his head followed by a springboard leg drop on Roberto by Ivory.}

Eric Hardy: Team Africa using quick tags to neutralize Verona near there corner.

Willy Carter: I bet you Verona wishes he didn’t cross the boss now.

Dave Holland: I bet you he also wishes he had a tag partner now.

{Ivory goes for the cover again 1..2. Roberto kicks out again. Ivory calls for the end of the match and tags in his partner Ebony who prepares for the finale by putting Roberto on his shoulders as Ivory goes to the top turnbuckle. Roberto out of pure instinct shimmies himself off of Ivory and runs over to Ivory pushes him off of the turnbuckle and into the barricade behind him. Ebony trying to stop this burst of momentum tries flying into the corner with a splash but Roberto sidesteps it as Ebony badly misses. Roberto then stalks Ebony until he is turned around and his him with his Requiescat in Pace. Quickly Roberto moves in for the pin 1..2…3. Roberto wins.}

Eric Hardy: Wow what a turn of events for Roberto Verona.

Dave Holland: Verona always has been a great opportunist and that really show with that last series of events.

Eric Hardy: You look speechless there Willy.

Willy Carter: I can’t believe it not only did my boys lose but we got to hear it from Verona all next week. This SUCKS!!!!

{Roberto has his arm raised in victory as he stares at the ramp just waiting for something to happen. When Kelly Fox steps out, he expects the worst and braces himself but instead all he gets is a small condiscending golf clap as the two glare at each other and we head to the break.}

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[Leonard Fox]

Eric Hardy: Put the teenage boys to bed for this one...

Dave Holland: Yeah. Time for the Megan Sanderson and Nina Watts bikini contest. Nina let Megan do what she wanted to do this week and this won out.

Willy Carter: Ain't y'all excited for this?! One extremely hot hottie, Megan, and one nottie, Nina.

Eric Hardy: You're more biased about this then anyone else I think. That's why we found a guest host to judge the crowd's reaction.

Dave Holland: I heard who it was earlier tonight and lets just say that, well, he'll be quite biased himself but it is up to the crowd to decide who wins.

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MATCH FOUR
Nina Watts vs. Megan Sanderson
Bikini Contest
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{Everyone waits for the guest host to come out as "No End In Sight" by Killswitch Engage begins to play. The crowd jumps out of their seats as Brad Kane comes out from the back with a smile on his face. He looks ready to host the bikini contest between his new wife and ex-wife. Brad walks up the steps and enters the ring with a microphone waiting for him.}

Brad Kane: Good evening everyone and welcome to tonight's bikini contest between the greatest woman in the world, Nina Watts, and the worst woman in the world, Megan Something or other.

{The crowd laughs at the joke as he continues on.}

Brad Kane: Now I'd like to make it clear that I am not the judge of this contest. I was simply asked by the front office to host this here tonight with my vast knowledge of seeing both women naked. Then again most of the locker room can say that about Megan.

{More laughter from the crowd as Brad motions them to calm down. They do as he looks at the entry way.}

Brad Kane: So at this time could Nina and Megan please make their way to the ring so we can get this started!

{All the men cheer their heads off but quickly turn to boos as "Milkshake" begins to play. Out comes Megan in stripper heels and a robe to cover whatever she has on under it. She gets in the ring glaring at her ex-husband before taking a microphone.}

Megan Sanderson: God I hate you.

Brad Kane: Feeling is mutual. Now shut the hell up and let me get on with this.

Megan Sanderson: Not until you admit that you're going to be completely unbiased when it comes to this.

{Brad looks out into the crowd like Megan didn't pay any attention to the rules at all.}

Brad Kane: As I said before, cock breath, the people decide who wins, not me. I'm simply out here to raise the hand of the winner.

Megan Sanderson: Cock breath?! Really?! Thats the best your stupid mind can come up with?

Brad Kane: Hey at least mine isn't back up with the semen from the cast of Good Burger.

{The crowd laughs loudly again at Megan as she's livid right now. She looks to say something else but is cut off by "Call Me Maybe." Here comes Nina in a pair of flip flops and a robe covering her attire for the contest. She enters the ring and gives a big kiss to her husband.}

Megan Sanderson: Hey she can't do that!

{Nina takes Brad's microphone and glares at her rival.}

Nina Watts: He's not the judge so I think I can.

Megan Sanderson: Cannot!

Nina Watts: Can too!

Megan Sanderson: Cannot!

Nina Watts: Can too!

{Brad puts himself in the middle and takes Nina's mic.}

Brad Kane: Whoa, ladies please. I think we're all ready to see you show your stuff. So, boys, get ready to set your DVRs to record it.

{Men go wild ready to see what these women brought to the contest. Megan shoves Nina aside wanting to go first as the lights dim down, a lone spotlight on her. "Milkshake" begins to play again as Megan is trying to be seductive taking off her robe. Once she does, holy crap. The mothereffing whipped cream bikini. Every single male in the arena is pitching a tent while the women are completely disgusted by this. Megan smiles as she walks around in the whipped cream before reaching down and putting some on her finger, licking it off. Safe to say any boy watching on TV probably passed out Her music stops as Megan picks the microphone back up.}

Megan Sanderson: That's how a real woman looks in a bikini honey.

{Nina simply rolls her eyes as it is now her turn. "Call Me Maybe" is her song to show her stuff for as off comes the robe. The crowd's singing along as she's wearing a very sensible bikini. Doesn't show much but just enough to make you drool over her. Nina goes over to Brad and gives him a kiss before telling Megan to kiss her ass. Music dies down as Brad stands between the two.}

Brad Kane: Alright, alright. Now that you've seen what they got on, let's hear it. How many people think Megan looked better in her slutwear?

{Some guys cheer but every single woman in the arena drowns them out. Megan looks pissed as she's stomping around trying to get them to cheer her. Not working too well.}

Brad Kane: And now lets hear it for Nina!

{Crowd explodes for her as she smiles. Brad looks thrilled as he raises her arm high into the air.}

Brad Kane: Your winner, Nina Watts!

{Nina smiles as Megan kicks Brad right in the dick before tacking Nina to the mat. Everyone begins to boo while Megan tries to rip off Nina's clothes! Megan's screaming at Nina.}

Megan Sanderson: Quit trying to get naked you stupid twat!

{Booing continues as Megan keeps trying to take Nina's top off. Refs run down to the ring and pull Megan off before she's able to complete her quest. Nina backs off into a corner supremely pissed off as Megan is dragged out of the ring. This doesn't stop Nina from running and jumping over the ropes to dive on Megan. Nina's pissed as she's hitting Megan repeatedly as more refs run to the ring to pull the two women apart again. Megan's laughing still as she keeps calling Nina a slut for trying to get naked. Nina rolls back into the ring to check on her husband who's holding onto his groin in pain while Megan keeps laughing with most of the whipped cream off of her bits. So many pictures going off as she's pretty much naked.}

Eric Hardy: I'm surprised nothing flopped out for Megan. Good lord that was skimpy.

Dave Holland: No, that was less the skimpy. It was a disgusting display of trying to slut it up in order to gain favor with the men. Didn't work too well.

Willy Carter: I'd give Megan my ten inches of love right now. ***damn she drivin' me crazy in that whipped cream. I'd give her a batch of Willy's own cream right now on that face again.

Dave Holland: Well I'm not sleeping tonight.

Eric Hardy: Either way, Nina beat Megan in her own game before Megan let that new found mean streak kick in and snapped.

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SEGMENT
Rose Acanthia
“A Word”
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{This vignette begins in black and white, with Rose sitting on a bar stool with a Rose in her hand with the shadows covering half of her face. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before she speaks.}

Rose Acanthia:I have known Mr. Nate for almost a year now. We have become close in that time in the sense that we are the only thing that resembles family that each of us had in a long time. In that time I have come to know and accept one thing about him.

He is a man of many contradictions.

He is confident but he can be ussure.

He is sure but he is uneasy.

He is laid back but he doesn’t put up with any flack.

He is always one to help out others but often neglects to take care of himself.

I can go on ad nauseum about Mr. Nate and his contradictions, but I do know about Mr. Nate is how ready he is to do the right thing and he has a belief in me. I couldn’t ask for a better person to be my big brother and even with his contradictions I will always be there following him, and at times guiding him.

This faith I have is not blind, but what I do have with him is a bond. A bond and belief that within in him is a pure heart…but one that would not be afraid to wreck his reputation if if goes to a greater good. Anyone who knows him knows he is a naturally good person and that as a friend or foe he will always do the right thing.

Now while these contradictions have in a way given him strength they ultimately can be his greatest weaknesses.

Recently Mr. Nate had the once in a lifetime chance to collect his first gold belt in New Championship Wrestling. For whatever reason, whether he was not good enough, or whether he choked or a combination of the two Mr. Nate came up empty handed…again.

This lost opportunity took an immediate and hard effect on Mr. Nate’s psyche. He just had to get away. So with the blessing of Miss Kelly, when she was nice, Mr. Nate got his release.

From there Mr. Nate and I did some traveling, but I saw something in Mr. Nate. He was doing that thing once again, questioning himself. While he had to get away, I could see in his eyes himself questioning that decision, questioning whether he needed to come back. It was something unresolved with it…but Mr. Nate, being Mr. Nate, not wanting to burden anyone but himself, never said a thing. I could see it but he didn’t say a thing.

Then one day I saw him turn on Collision and let me just say it was not pretty. What Mr. Nate saw, and in turn what I saw, in terms of the dramatic change Miss Kelly went through I could see how angry he was. I saw Mr. Nate right in front of me clench his fists and gnarl his lips. I understood it even if he didn’t say it outright. He was angry that the woman he supported against so much would change the way she did.

To him it would’ve been better if she slapped him in his face…but instead what she did ate him from the inside.

Mr. Nate then looked at me and I looked at him and we both know what was coming back. Mr. Nate had to return, and it wasn’t for gold belts, and it wasn’t for fame or glory or money but it was to fix what Mr. Nate had created. To clean up the mess that Mr. Nate had put in place.

Yes, we may have not have signed a new contract but Mr. Nate and I are coming back. I am following Mr. Nate without qualms or quarrels. I have faith in him to do the right thing and set his mistakes right. We are setting out in the darkness where not much is known but we are coming back and until change or death we are going to ensure that change is made.

Organized Chaos was supposed to take off a while back, but you can believe with this set of unfortunate events it will emerge and it will be targeted directly at the offices of Kelly Knite.

You misters and misses may laugh us off, you may not care but you do so at your own peril. We are coming and we will be bring Chaos with us.

{Fade out to commercial break.}

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Dave Holland: Our next match... has to be one of the more interesting scenarios on the card...

Eric Hardy: Well there is no arguing that... just for the simple fact it’s father versus daughter, in a match I don’t either really wants, let alone all the other angles headed into this.

Willy Carter: For example Criminal Intent holding onto the tag team titles that they don’t rightfully have a right to also.. the situation between Cyrus daniels, Sydney, and Simon...

Dave Holland: Don’t forget Crystal Hilton’s new obsession...

Eric Hardy: There is certainly that as well.

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MATCH FIVE
Team America and Crystal Williams vs. Criminal Intent and Homeless Herald
6 Person Tag Match
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{Criminal Intent’s theme hits and the fans begin to boo loudly. The two Australian ex cons make their way out and right behind them with her head lowered, trying not to be noticed is Homeless Herald, following several feet behind them. They all make it to the ring where Criminal Intent get the crowd fired up some and Sydney just sits down on the ring apron.}

Dave Holland: Well these two men sure seem confident lately.

Willy Carter: Well after the rumored “date” between Sydney and Cyrus... you can’t help but understand why he has such a cocky smile on his face.

Eric Hardy: And why Simon Daye is so pissed off.

{Born in the USA begins to play as Simon and Gib walk out waving their America flags. They head towards the ring and slide in to the fans applause. Simon walks by the corner of Criminal Intent and Sydney and glares at his raven haired opponent and her tag team partners before heading towards the corner.}

Dave Holland: Simon glaring down Daniels and Sydney there.

Eric Hardy: Yeah... kid isn’t happy, we can see that.

Willy Carter: It’s better to love and lost than to never have loved at all... as they say... but I don’t think that applies here... Simon just wants to kick some teeth in.

{Everybody in the ring perks up and stares at the ramp when “Call to Action” by Piller begins to play, they all seem confused, and then Crystal Hilton comes sprinting out decked out in very familiar ring gear... the kind used primarily by Sydney when she was Zelda Knite. Decked out in Lime green, arm warmers, and triforces on her gear Crystal makes her way to the ring high fiving the fans and slides under the bottom rope ready for the match, the whole time with Sydney glaring at her unamused.}

Willy Carter: What in the world is Crystal Hilton doing here?
Dave Holland: looks like she’s coming out as a tribute to her best friend... and her “best friend” doesn’t look to happy about it.

Eric Hardy: I’m afraid Crystal might be poking the sleeping bear here. I understand where she’s coming from, but clearly Sydney is not happy about it.

Dave Holland: Well either way. Here we go, looks like Simon and Kingsley are starting this off.

Eric Hardy: It appears Simon really wanted another crack at Daniels... but he gets Stephen instead.

{The match is underway as Simon and Kingsley lock up in the middle of the ring, Simon puts a side elbow to the head of Kingsley and pushes him back before toe kicking him in the stomach. Simon grabs Kingsley by the head and snap suplexes him over, Simon flips Stephen over and brings him back to his feet, he lifts Kingsley into the air and holds him there with a stalling vertical suplex that he holds for several seconds before dropping Kingsley on his back. Simon flips over and mounts Kingsley and begins hitting the mounted punches but after two Kingsley puts his feet under him and flips Simon over onto his back and reverses it, he grabs Simon by his head and hits a mounted head butt, then another. Kingsley rolls off and grabs Simon by the head and pulls him back to his feet, he whips Simon across the ring and catches him on the way back with a spinning powerslam. Kingsley isn’t done with his attack yet, he grabs Simon, lifts him up again, and lifts him inot the piledriver and hits the move on day in the middle of the ring. Kingsley goes for the cover 1..2. but Simon throws the arm up.}

Dave Holland: Simon came out fighting, but Kingsley quickly reversed that.

Eric Hardy: He did and now Simon seems to be in more trouble as Kingsley goes to bring in the bigger man, Cyrus Daniels

Willy Carter: Yeah, the big man... which is amazing considering how big Kingsley is, this very well could be the largest tag team in NCW history.

Dave Holland: Which all the more doesn’t bold well for this team of Gib and Simon.

{Kingsley heads to the corner and brings in Daniels the two men make their way over to Simon and pull him up, they both take an arm and whip him into the ropes, when Simon rebounds they lift him up and then bring him down with a huge double spinebuster. Kingsley exits the ring and now Daniels makes the cover. 1..2... but again Simon throws the arm up. Cyrus grabs Daye and hoists him into the air before bringing him down across his knee with a backbreaker. Cyrus holds onto the move stands up and then throws Simon up and over with a fallaway slam, combo. Simon arches his back in pain as Daniles stands up and mocks him with a light kick to the side pushing him over onto his stomach. Daniels stands over Daye and grabs him by the back of the head pulling him straight up to his feet. He wraps his big arms around Simon and lifts him into the air and throws him over with the German suplex! Simon lands hard, but turns over and tries to push himself back to his feet. Cyrus calls for the end of this game as he stands back and waits the stumbling Simon to turn around. Simon turns around and Cyrus charges with the Brogue Kick, but Simon ducks under the move and sprints to the ropes, He comes rushing back and when Daniels turns around, Simon leaps and catches Cyrus with a cross body. Daye rolls over and goes intot he corner where he brings Gib into the match.}

Eric Hardy: The fans are on their feet cheering, you know what that means... here comes Gib!

Dave Holland: The fans love the old timer, and rightfully so, he’s earned their respect over the years.

Willy Carter: He better be careful... or he’ll break a hip.

Eric Hardy: I think he knows the limitations of his body, Willy.

Willy Carter: He should know the limitations of a retirement home.

{Gib lumbers into the ring as the fans go crazy, Daniels is picking himself up and just as he does, Gib charges and nails him with an old school shoulder block. Daniels hits the mat and turns over to get back to his feet, where Gib waits and brings him down with an equally as old school hip toss. Cyrus lands on his buttocks where Gib holds him up, Gib lifts his elbow and brings it smashing down into Cyrus’s shoulder blade several times. Gib finally lets go and the hurting Daniels again turns over and tries to get back up, while holding his shoulder in pain. Gib charges at him and brings him down with a clothesline now and he’s in full control of the situation. Gib grabs Daniels and goes to pull him but Daniels finally manages to break the offense with several quick punches to the stomach. Gib steps back and the two giants charge at each other, this time with Daniels getting the upper hand in the test of the shoulder block and sends Gib to the mat. Daniels grabs Gib by his bald head and forces him up, he points at the corner at Stephen before whipping Gib in. Kingsley grabs both of Gibs arms and holds him there as Cyrus winds up and starts to deliver several stiff body shots to the old timer alternating between rights and lefts while Gib remains defensless. As the referee tries to break this up, Cyrus winds up for one final big punch as he brings his arm back, he swings and catches Kingsley right in the face as Gib breaks free! Daniels looks shocked, but turns around right where Gib is waiting with a head butt that sends the big man down!}

Dave Holland: They thought they had Gib right where they wanted him but Gib breaks free and what a misque.

Eric Hardy: Gib is no spring chicken... but he knows how to fight, two on one... not good odds against him in a brawl.

Willy Carter: I can’t believe he’s still awake.. figured he’d need a nap by now.

{Gib grabs Cyrus and pulls him up, he wraps his arms around Daniels waist, lifts and throws him over with the overhead belly to belly suplex. Gib turns over and heads back to the corner where he tas Simon Daye back into the match. Gib points for Simon to go to the top, which he does and Gib goes back to Daniels. Gib lifts Daniels up and using an impressive display of power throws Daniels as high into the air as he can as Simon leaps off the top and hits the dorp kick, completing thei APOLLO SPACE PROGRAM! Daniels hits the ground and Daye makes the cover while Gib exits the ring. 1...2...NO! Daniels throws the shoulder up.}

Dave Holland: Great show of power from Gib, but that tag team move wasn’t enough to keep Daniels down.

Eric Hardy: It takes a lot to put Criminal Intent away, Team America is finding that out.

{Simon stands back up as Daniels is trying to turn over and get back to his feet. He looks across the ring at Sydney, then smiles as he reaches back and makes the tag to Crystal, the whole time not taking his eyes off Sydney.}

Eric Hardy: Crystal Hilton getting into the ring... and Sydney doesn’t look happy.

Dave Holland: Crystal however looks pleased... I don’t understand.

Willy Carter: Nobody claims to understand Crystal at times...

{Crystal jumps into the ring and calls for Sydney to jump into the ring and join her. Sydney steps through the ropes and stares at Crystal. Crystal calls for everybody to stop yet again.}

Willy Carter: oh lord, not this again.

Crystal Hilton: Everybody wants you back Z! Did you hear them cheer when your music hit? Come on, give these fans what they want, tell Kelly “no more”! We want you back! I don’t want to be you, I don’t want to dress like this... I want you to. Here... put these on...

{Crystal rips off the Triforce branded arm covers and lays them in the center of the ring. She then begins throwing her arms into the air to get the fans up to their feet cheering and chanting.}

Crystal Hilton: Listen to them, come on.... ZELDA, ZELDA ZELDA

{The fans begin chanting alongside Crystal, but Sydney seems to only get angrier as she grabs the side of her head and grits her teeth.}

Dave Holland: Crystal is going all out here... really pulling for Sydney to rip that mask off.

Willy Carter: This is futile... she can’t even legally take it off can she?

{Crystal makes the motions for Sydney to rip the mask off her face and calls for her to put the arm covers on, Crystal picks them up off the mat and walks over to Sydney and stands in front of her Crystal extends them to her and Sydney suddenly swipes with the back of her hand and sends them flying away as she angrily retorts.}

Sydney: STOP IT!

{Crystal holds out her arms in disbelief, confused at Sydney’s reactions.}

Crystal Hilton: Zelda what are you...

Sydney: Don’t call me that!

Crystal Hilton: It’s who you are! Come on...

{Crystal grabs her friend’s hand and tries to pull her into the middle of the ring with her, but Zelda pulls Crystal’s arm and pulls her back where she hits the CONTRA CODE! Crystal holds her head in pain as Cyrus and Stephen jump into the ring. They rush across the ring and knock Gib and Simon off the apron and then yell and point at Sydney to make the pin. Sydney, looking anguished at what she’s done, does as she’s told. She flips Crystal over and covers 1...2..3!}

Dave Holland: Again... Crystal Hilton pays the price for her trying to save her best friend.

Willy Carter: Kelly’s claws are deep in Sydney Knight, she needs to quit this ridiculous quest.

{Sydney rolls out of the ring, lowers her head and goes up the ramp towards the back as her music plays. Criminal Intent grabs the tag team title belts and make a hastey retreat as Simon and Gib are trying to regroup. Gib and Simon chase up them up the ramp as we head to commercial break.}

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Dave Holland: Here we go boys... our main event against two of NCW’s most loved wrestlers. Falcon and Andrew Jacobsen.

Willy Carter: I think instead of “loved” you mean two of NCW’s biggest boy scouts.

Eric Hardy: Why are you going to run them down for doing the ring things?

Willy Carter: Because that’s what pansies do?

Dave Holland: Did he ever call me a pansy like that?

Eric Hardy: A few times, I’m sure.

Dave Holland: Lets have a talk after the show Carter...

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MAIN EVENT
Falcon vs. Andrew Jacobsen
Singles Match
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Amber Ashe: “And now, hailing from the great white north of, Minneapolis, Minnesota. Weighing in at 235lbs, and standing at a height of 6’2. The North Star….ANDREEEEW JACOOOBSEN!”

{A loud air raid siren splits the air as the main guitar riff of "Indestructible" hits, and Andrew Jacobsen comes striding out onto the ramp. He takes a few steps forward, looking to either side. Andrew looks dead ahead at the ring, making a gun shape with his hand, and pulls his thumb across his throat as a mass of red and green pyro goes off behind him. Jacobsen walks down the ramp, staring dead at the ring, and pulls himself up onto the apron. He climbs through the second rope and walks to a corner, checking his gloves as he waits for the match to start.}

Dave Holland: “This is going to be a big match up for Jacobsen, fighting against one of the more talented men on the nCw roster.”

Willy Carter: “Very true, after losing in his World Title shot, Jacobsen needs to win this match to get some momentum heading into Battlegrounds.”

Eric Hardy: “This will be one of the few instances in nCw where Jacobsen will have the height, and weight advantage, I wonder how big of a role that will play tonight?”

Dave Holland: “As a veteran and Hall of famer, let me tell you, in a normal fight, having height and weight advantages plays a huge role, but Falcon is a different beast. In reality, if there was a real ‘David’ that would be Falcon. He’s a speedster, and a high flyer.”

Eric Hardy: “Jacobsen will have to keep this bird grounded tonight.”

Amber Ashe: “And now, his opponent. Standing at 6’0 even, and weighing in at 220lbs. Ladies and Gentlemen…FAAALLLCOOON”

Count down the days until the end of the world...

{Smoke filters up from the exit to the back. The song begins, blasting right out of the gate. Falcon emerges from the smoke as the dual guitars blast sonic waves into the arena. He runs to the left on the stage, throwing his hands up, urging the crowd to their feet. He runs back to the right, feeling the energy and feeding off it. More gestures, the crowd is near frenzied by this point. He runs back to the center, then down the ramp. Sliding nimbly into the ring, moving to the corner and leaping from the canvas to the top turnbuckle. He drops down, moving to the ropes on no particular side, and standing on them, half on the bottom, half on the middle, arm raised in the devil horns. He turns from the ropes, getting ready for the match.}

Willy Carter: “Falcon seems quite focused tonight guys.”

Eric Hardy: “Well, I’m sure he’s looking forward to playing a huge part in Battlegrounds at some capacity, a win over Jacobsen tonight will give him that kind of push.”

Dave Holland: “Falcon wants to be on top again, this will be a great match to show everyone he’s still got the funk.”

Willy Carter: “The funk?”

Eric Hardy: “Come to think of it, I’ve never seen Falcon dance. Ever.”

Dave Holland: “Let me tell you, that man can cut a rug.”

{The two men begin circling each other, as the ref rings the bell to start the match. Jacobsen starts clapping his hand, as the crowd follows him, the arena starting to deafen with cheers and claps. Jacobsen lunges forward, looking to lock up, but Falcon ducks, and gets behind The North Star. Sending a forearm smash into the back of Jacobsen who falls forward, clutching his back feeling the pain from the strike, Falcon wastes no time, charging towards the ropes, using them to springboard, he turns roughly 180 degrees before nailing Jacobsen with a springboard drop kick. Looking around, Falcon quickly runs at the ropes again, and attempts a lion-sault, landing directly onto the midsection of Jacobsen, Falcon goes for the quick cover.}

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2..

{Jacobsen kicks out at 2.2}

Eric Hardy: “Look at Falcon go! He must have had piss and vinegar for breakfast.”

Willy Carter: “That is disgusting. He almost caught Jacobsen off guard at the start of the match, he needs to focus up.”

Dave Holland: “Falcon needs to keep this momentum going, back to back springboard moves, this is classic Falcon we got here tonight, and this is going to be a treat.”

{Jacobsen quickly returns to his feet, putting some space between himself and Falcon. Falcon cracks his neck, as he bounces off his feet looking spry. Jacobsen just smirks a bit, before charging out aiming a clothesline trying to catch Falcon off guard. But the sly veteran quick ducks allowing Jacobsen to rebound off the ropes, and get caught in a snap arm drag. Jacobsen quickly bounces back up to the mat, but Falcon hits a hip toss now, sending his opponent back to the ring. But Jacobsen just bounces back up, as the two finally lock up in the center of the ring. Jacobsen overpowers Falcon, getting him into a headlock. Wrenching down on the hold Falcon is lightly slapping Jacobsen trying to find a place to get a hold to try to push himself out of the hold. Finally Falcon is able to push Jacobsen forward into the ropes, Falcon leaps into the air looking to nail a drop kick, but Jacobsen is wiser this time around, holding onto the ropes as Falcon crashes to the mat.}

Dave Holland: “Look at Jacobsen, very good play on the part of him.”

Willy Carter: “Falcon fears no man, but Jacobsen did his homework, he’s not the same green-horn he used to be.”

Eric Hardy: “You have to say, a win over Falcon tonight, could put Jacobsen back in the title talk.”

{Jacobsen quickly keeps his momentum brewing, giving Falcon a friendly help back to his feet, before clobbering him with a hard right. Falcon looks dazed as he staggers back. Jacobsen takes a step back, planting his foot as he charges forward aiming a vicious clothesline, but Falcon ducks the attack out of sheer will. Jacobsen turns around, only to be caught my a swift kick to the stomach. Falcon then follows up with a kick to the knee, dropping Jacobsen, before finishing The North Star off with a spinning-enziguri}

Fans: ICHI! NI! SAN! ICHI! NI! SAN!

Dave Holland: “This just in, Pittsburgh is full of Japanese people.”

Eric Hardy: “Vintage Falcon on display tonight. The ball is in his court now!”

Willy Carter: “What the hell does Itchy Knee Shawn mean?”

Dave Holland: “That was the nickname Falcon had in Highschool…”

Willy Carter: “That poor, poor man. It’s bad enough he could be a stunt double for Keanu Reeves.”

Eric Hardy: “William Carter, you are an idiot.”


{Falcon quickly exits the ropes, standing on the apron as Jacobsen seems to be out cold in the center of the ring. The fans get to their feet as Falcon starts to shake the ropes, getting into the danger zone. Clutching the ropes with both hands, leaping into the air his feet hit the top of the ropes, as he springboards into the air. With the grace of the species of bird he calls his own, Falcon rotates in the air 450 degrees, landing directly onto Andrew Jacobsen. Falcon clutches his stomach, as the move has it’s draw backs, however his veteran Falcon-sense, he lays an arm over Jacobsen as the ref goes down to count the pinfall}

1…
2…

{Jacobsen throws his shoulder up, refusing to go down}

Dave Holland: “Lord, I thought it was over.”

{Eric Hardy stands to his feet}

Eric Hardy: “ANDREW JACOBSEN!”

Willy Carter: “Sit down and shut up.”

{Falcon holding his stomach, eyes the top of the turnbuckle. Getting to his feet, Jacobsen tries to stir but it seems the little bit of energy he had left was used to get out of that pin fall, as he collapses back to the mat. Falcon stumbles over into the corner, slowly ascending to the top of the ropes. }

{Falcon finally reaches the top, watching Jacobsen stir to his feet, Falcon adjusts himself, waiting for The North Star to turn around, aiming something risky and dangerous, Falcon hunches down, almost looking like a perched bird of prey. Finally Jacobsen turns around, and Falcon leaps from the top. But in some kind of last ditch effort, Jacobsen catches Falcon with the ‘Lights Out’ superkick. The impact echoes through the arena as both men fall down to the mat. The ref checks both men, before starting the count}

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2…
3…
4…

{Jacobsen begins to stir, Falcon is spread out.}

5…
6…

{Jacobsen has roll over to his stomach, pushing himself up with his arms trying to desperately get to his feet. Falcon has managed to grab onto the ropes, forcing himself to climb upwards.}

7…
8…

{Jacobsen and Falcon both get to their feet at the same time. The fans erupt in cheers, split directly down the middle for the two superstars.}

Dave Holland: “Good Lord, Falcon is able to stand after taking that vicious super kick!”

Eric Hardy: “Does Jacobsen have anything left in the tank?!”

Willy Carter: “USA! USA! USA!”

Dave Holland: “That doesn’t even make sense!”

{Falcon steps forward, but he isn’t able to process a thought as Jacobsen quickly sends a ‘Lights Out’ superkick his way. Falcon either falls, or it’s just the veteran savvy, to duck the super kick and somehow counters into the a roll up. The ref goes down for the pin fall}

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3..

Falcon quickly leaps up, as the ref calls for the bell. Jacobsen gets to his knees, holding his head in disbelief. The ref raises Falcon’s arm in victory}[/color]

Dave Holland: “Vintage Falcon ladies and gents.”

Eric Hardy: “Oh god, is he doing this again?!”

Willy Carter: “What could this mean next for Falcon, with this huge win tonight?”

{Falcon reaches down and helps Jacobsen to his feet and the two share a handshake followed by a quick manly hug as the fans around the ring stand up and clap and cheer even more for these two competitors.}

Dave Holland: A great show of sportsmanship here, this is what it’s all about.

{Suddenly however this moment is ruined by Lex Sense who sends the fans into a booing frenzy as he slides into the ring, Jacobsen and Falcon turn to look at him. Falcon however is caught off guard by the blitzing clothesline from Sense, Jacobsen looks to help defend Falcon but that is cut short by the sounds of more booing when World Champion Homeless Harold clocks him in the back of the head with the world title belt.}

Eric Hardy: What the hell is this about!? Come on!

Willy Carter: This is what “it is” all about now.

{Velez waits as Falcon tries to make his way back up and as Falcon is getting to his feet.. THE BACK TO THE FUTURE! Meanwhile Xander pulls Jacobsen back to his feet, he lifts him up and nails the MUSHROOM CLOUD! Velez and Xander stand above their fallen victims, then their glaze turn up and look up at each other. They don’t blink, they don’t try to attack, all they do is smile at the carnage that they have caused, while the sight of Charlie Velez walking tot he ring causes the fans to erupt into even louder boos. Velez rolls under the bottom rope and looks down at the wreckage and begins to slowly clap at the two fallen men.}

Dave Holland: What is Charlie Velez even doing out here now? This is such an odd scene...

Willy Carter: He claims the winds of change are blowing through NCW... it sure looks that way with the wreckage that is inside the ring.

Eric Hardy: This is a disgusting sight, i don’t care what he expects to change.

Dave Holland: Well fans, that’s all we have for tonight, we’ll see you here next week and maybe we’ll get some answers to all this insanity! Until then.

{Collision fades off the air as the three men stand center of the ring, smiling at what they’ve done.}