Collision 5-5-13 : Lubbock, Texas

[Leonard Fox]

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DATE: 5-5-2013
LOCATION: Lubbock, Texas
ARENA: United Spirit Arena
NOTES: After tonight there remains only one NCW Collision left until the closing of New Championship Wrestling. The Stars and Starlets of NCW have vowed to make this an incredible show and the card can prove that. We have Gib and Xavier Cross set to brawl it out in a Hardcore match, we have former World champions squaring off in Andrew Jacobsen and Philip Burns and in our Main Event Roberto Verona's tour of the NCW legends continues with a huge match against the first ever NCW Triple Crown winner: Spike Kane.
THEME: "Have it your Way" by Mudvayne

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TRAUMA

Singles Match
Joe Everyman VS A.C. Douglas VS. Stephen Kingsley
Winner: Joe Everyman

Singles Match
Shelly Jones VS. Kathleen Conway
Winner: Kathy Conway

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{After Trauma ends the opening video and music for NCW’s collision begins to play and we are whisked away to the next to last Collision show. The camera pans the roaring crowd as pyros and explosions blasts into the air before we settle in on Dave Holland and the guys who are ready to call the match.}

Eric Hardy: Tonight we open up Collision with a special treat, two former world champions going head to head in the opening match.

Dave Holland: Both Andrew Jacobsen and Philip Burns are renowned mat technicians so this is sure to be a scientific match.

Willy Carter: Meaning it will be boring.

Eric Hardy: If you have the attention span of a gold fish, maybe.

Dave Holland: We are in for a technical treat as far as I'm concerned.

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MATCH ONE
Philip Burns vs. Andrew Jacobsen
Singles Match
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{ The opening of "Move" by TFK blares over the PA system and a spotlight shines on the stage with a glow as Philip Burns is being raised from a hidden hole in the stage; He is wearing a red ragged leather jacket that hangs all the way to below his knees with his logo on the back. He takes a few steps forward. The spotlights follows him as he journeys down the ramp, taking a second to pose in front of the ring for the cameras. He rolls into the ring and removes his jacket. Burns then stand in his corner, ready for the match to begin. }

{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.}

Willy Carter: You know neither of these guys have been able to hit a stride heading into AnTR so I'm thinking both are looking to score a big win here tonight.

Eric Hardy: Very in depth of you, Willy, I wasn't expecting that.

Willy Carter: Just pointing out the obvious, dingus.

{ The bell sounds and both Andy and Phil move around the ring, sizing each other up for a moment before they move in with a lock up. Phil tries to move in for a head lock but Andy moves around his back with a waist lock. Andy goes for the take down but Phil drives an elbow into his face and twists around and grabs Andy with the rear waist lock. Phil goes for the take down but Andy locks his legs around Burns' legs and twists out of the hold with a rear wrist lock. Phil backs Andy up into the corner but Andy won't let go. Burns begins to drive a series of elbows in the face. Burns breaks free from the hold but Andy presses forward with a forearm to the face. Burns stumbles back and Andy grabs him by the waist for a belly to belly suplex. Andy gets right back to his feet, Burns is pretty quick to his. Andy grabs him from behind and begins the first suplex in the hat trick. Phil is staggered after all three german suplexes and Andy is looking to be in firm control of the match. }

Dave Holland: Picture perfect suplexes by Andy here tonight.

Eric Hardy: Burns looks a little out of it tonight. He's got to get his head in the game.

{ Phil gets back to his feet and takes a swing but Andy grabs him by the arm and sends Burns into the corner. Andy runs in after him with a running drop kick. Andy gets back to his feet and drives his shoulder into Phil's stomach three times before hositing Burns onto the top rope. Andy steps up there with him and hooks the arm for a SUPER PLEX! Andy covers but Burns kicks out at two. Andy gets to his feet and so does Phil but Burns walks right into the Gordie Howie special that he follows up with Cut the Strings! Phil is completely out of it as he gets back to his feet. Andy drives him in the jaw with the LIGHTS OUT SUPER KICK!!! Burns goes flying backward and rolls through the ropes and out of the ring. }

Dave Holland: Jacobsen just leveled Burns with that super kick.

Eric Hardy: He knocked him clear out of the ring.

Willy Carter: That would have been a jaw shattering conclusion to this match.

Eric Hardy: That was almost funny.

{ Burns lays on the floor for several moments before getting to his feet. Jacobsen grabs a hold of the ropes and uses them to catapult himself out of the ring with a cross body but Burns steps out of the way and Jacobsen crashes and burns on the arena floor. Phil rolls back into the ring. Jacobsen gets to his feet and Burns uses the ropes to swing his feet through the ropes and knock Jacobsen into the ring barrier. Phil gets to his feet and runs across the ring, he rebounds off the ropes and comes flying back and goes for the suicide dive through the ropes and right into Jacobsen on the outside, both men crash against the barrier as the crowd goes absolutely wild. }

Eric Hardy: This match has just kicked it up a gear as these men are putting their bodies on the line.

Dave Holland: They both could use a big win heading into NCW's final show.

{ Burns gets to his feet and pulls Jacobsen up. He whips Andy into the apron and then rolls him into the ring. Phil rolls in as well. Andy gets to his feet and Burns comes off the ropes with the back cracker! Burns gets back to his feet and gets some momentum going as Andy stumbles his way up. Phil grabs Andy for his own version of the hat trick triple german suplex. On the third one Burns gives a good yell before dropping Andy. Burns turns him around, stands him up and hoists him for the stalling vertical suplex, allowing the head to rush to Andy's head before laying him out on the mat. Burns makes a quick cover but Andy gets the arm up at two. Phil shrugs it off and pulls Andy up to his feet. He sends him into the ropes and hits a big hip toss on Jacobsen before locking him in a rear chin lock. Burns begins to send a number of knees to the back of Andy's skull before throwing him down onto the mat and locking in the STF! Andy claws for the ropes and just barely gets there, breaking the hold. }

Dave Holland: Phil has turned this match around on it's heels and taken full control.

{ Jacobsen rolls out onto the apron. Phil charges him but Andy catches him with a forearm and uses the ropes to sunset flip into a pin. Burns kicks out at two. They both get to their feet and Phil catches Andy with a kick to the stomach, wrenches him up into the air for the power bomb and sends Andy flying into the corner. Andy's head bounces off the turn buckles. Phil drags him out of the corner and covers again. Andy just kicks out. Burns pulls Andy up to his feet and says it's time for the Burn Notice but Andy manages to block it. Phil responds with a vicious head butt and whips Andy into the corner. Phil runs in with a clothes line. He scoops Andy up for a sit down pile driver and plants Jacobsen! Phil covers. ONE! TWO! Andy gets his foot on the ropes. }

Willy Carter: Burns is on FIRE right now.

Eric Hardy: Clever.

Dave Holland: If Phil can nail his finisher this match may be all over.

{ Phil looks ready to try the Burn Notice again but Jacobsen rolls to the apron. Phil reaches for him and Andy drives a his fingers into the throat of Burns. Andy climbs up, uses the ropes to fly into the ring with a big forearm smash to the forehead of Philip Burns! Jacobsen and Burns both get back to their feet, Jacobsen grabs Burns for the Borealis Suplex! Jacobsen just drops down on top of Burns but Phil kicks out again at two. Both men get back to their feet and Andy drives his right hand into the face of Philip Burns, hits the ropes and comes back with a clothes line but Phil ducks under neath and grabs Phil with a choke hold! Phil begins swinging Andy around in the choke hold and brings him down to the mat. The ref is checking on Andy as he seems to be fading out. Burns tightens his grip on the hold but suddenly Andy begins shaking his fist and the crowd gets behind him as he starts to fight his way out. Andy gets back up to his feet and starts driving some serious elbows into Burns' mid section, he breaks the choke hold and hits the ropes. Andy comes flying back with a big cross body and a cover. But a kick out at two. }

Eric Hardy: Jacobsen is trying to swing this match back in his favor.

Dave Holland: Both men are starting to look worn, it could go either way.

{ Andy gets to his feet and looks for another Lights Out super kick. Phil drags himself to his feet using the ropes. He turns and Andy pulls the trigger but Phil just ducks it and connects out of no where with the Burn Notice! }

Eric Hardy: BURN NOTICE!

Willy Carter: Oh snap, it's over.

{ Phil is beat, he takes his time throwing his arm over Andy, the ref drops down and counts. ONE! TWO! THREE!!! }

Amber Ashe: Your winner... PHILIP BURNS!!!

{ Burns helps Andy to his feet as his music plays and shakes his hand. }

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SEGMENT
CrossKnite
Lets go steady
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{After the commercial break we come back to see Xavier Cross and Zelda Knite backstage in a nondescript locker room. Zelda sits right up against Cross on the locker bench with her head pressed against his upper arm.}

Zelda Knite: Good luck tonight against my dad. I hope you guys don’t beat up on each other too bad.

Xavier Cross: Yea. It was a good movie.

Zelda Knite: Hmm.. X are you listening to me?

Xavier Cross: Sure I could go for some brisket.

Zelda Knite: Xavier!

{Zelda pulls away and shoves Cross in the arm, looking at him in shock that he has not been hearing a word she’s said. Cross however looks back at her confused.}

Xavier Cross: What did I do?

Zelda Knite: You’re ignoring me. What is going on?

Xavier Cross: I was just thinking...

Zelda Knite: What about?

Xavier Cross: You and I.

Zelda Knite: Go on.

Xavier Cross: Well...

{Cross stands up as he fidgets with his hands, he heads towards a locker in the room and opens it up and then turns around with his back against the open door and his hands behind him. Zelda stands up and tries to peak but he refuses to let her.}

Xavier Cross: Zelda, I want to make this official. We’ve been teasing this for too long.

{Zelda smiles wide and blushes.}

Xavier Cross: I want you to wear my senior ring.

{Zelda giggles as Cross holds out a golden North Shore Yellow Jackets senior ring for her to take.}

Zelda Knite: We’re grown adults, isn’t that more for...

{Cross quickly turns around and reaches in the locker and pulls out an old jacket.}

Xavier Cross: Will you wear my letterman jacket?

{Zelda cocks an eyebrow.}

Zelda Knite: Why is there a Coldplay patch on the sleeve?

{Cross turns back around to grab something else out of the locker, but Zelda puts her hand on his shoulder.}

Xavier Cross: Well I got...

Zelda Knite: Xavier. You don’t have to give me anything, we’re not kids.

Xavier Cross: Sorry. Haven’t done this in a long time and didn’t know where to start.

Zelda Knite: The answer is “yes”.

{Cross’s eyes light up as the camera pulls away and we see Simon Daye stepping into the locker room, unbeknownst to the couple inside. He stands in the door way and in shock watches what is unfolding.}

Xavier Cross: Wai... what?

Zelda Knite: I’ll be your girlfriend. *giggles*

Xavier Cross: YES! Xavier Cross - 1, those jerks in the Equestrian Club - 0.

{Zelda laughs as he steps closer towards Cross and looks up at him with her big blue eyes.}

Zelda Knite: Just...

{Before she can finish that sentence Cross takes her in his arms and the two begin to kiss. In the doorway Simon grits his teeth in pure anger as he glares at what is happening here. He clinches his fists together before suddenly punching the wall next to him and turning around to exit the room. We fade out back to ringside for the upcoming match.}

Dave Holland: Wow... Simon Daye doesn’t look happy about this.

Willy Carter: Why would he be, he sees Xavier Cross butting right in on his woman.

Eric Hardy: Well maybe he should have thought of the consequences of his actions and this wouldn’t be happening to him.

Willy Carter: Whatever, we all know Xavier Cross is nothing but a womanizing jerk.

Dave Holland: Where do you make this up at?

Eric Hardy: Lets just move on, we have a great match up next. Jasmine Barrera who almost became Starlets Champion at Sovereign taking on a former champion in Emma Danielson

Dave Holland: My sources backstage have told me that Jasmine ever since losing that match to Kathy Conway however hasn’t been her normal self. She’s been aloof, silent and in a state of depression.

Willy Carter: Well she needs to get over it, she just can’t run off and leave matches like she did last week just because she’s sad.

Eric Hardy: I guess we’ll see here tonight, because Emma Danielson is an amazing wrestler in that ring if Jasmine isn’t at the top of her game Emma can make quick work out of her, so she better hope she’s ready for this.

Dave Holland: Emma Danielson is scheduled to take on Jasmine Barrera, but after Jasmine's actions last week, who know's what we're going to see tonight.

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MATCH TWO
Emma Danielson vs. Jasmine Barrera
Singles Match
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{"Tell Me Where It Hurts" plays over the PA as Emma Danielson saunters out onto the ramp amid boos from the crowd. She smirks, dismissively waving off the crowd as she struts towards the ring. As she reaches the foot of the ramp, Emma speeds up, jumping and sliding beneath the bottom rope. She rolls to her feet, walking over to the corner, and leans back, closing her eyes and letting the crowd boo her as she waits for the match to begin.}

Eric Hardy: Well, Emma's ready to go.

{"The best out" blares over the arena's loudspeakers, as the lyrics begin, Jasmine appears from behind the curtain to the boos from the audience, she pauses at the top of the ramp before walking down the aisle,casually walks up the steps and in between the middle and bottom rope before She backs herself into a neutral corner and does some light stretching before the match.}

Eric Hardy: I know that a shot at the Starlet's title meant a lot to Jasmine, but this is just sad.

Willy Carter: You don't understand what she's going through, Hardy.

{ The bell rings as Jasmine stares at Emma, who looks eager to lock up. Emma calls for Jasmine to come out and face her, Jasmine remaining stoic, staring at her. }

Eric Hardy: This is so strange.

Dave Holland: Jasmine Barrera has simply lost the will to compete.

Willy Carter: Why should she? She has nothing to gain.

{Emma continues to call Jasmine in for a lock up. Jasmine finally takes a few steps towards Emma, but then she lays down on the mat.}

Eric Hardy: What in the world?

Willy Carter: Wow. She really doesn’t care.

Dave Holland: This is ridiculous.

{Jasmine motions for Emma to cover her, Emma give the referee Norman Dafoe a confused look. Jazz lays herself out on the mat and again calls for Emma to pin her.}

Eric Hardy: I can’t believe Jasmine Barrera is doing this.

{Emma finally shrugs and lays on top of Jazz, the referee counts 1...2...3.}

Eric Hardy: And…I guess that was the match. Emma Danielson wins.

{Jazz then stands up and exit’s the ring as the fans boo. Emma still looks confused as Dafoe raises her hand and her music plays.}

Dave Holland: Jasmine Barrera once again just…gives up. Last week she didn’t compete in that tag match, and now this week, she…she just lays down for Emma Danielson.

Willy Carter: This…this was her dream, and now it’s gone. She feels like she doesn’t need this anymore.

Eric Hardy: Folks…I don’t know what to make of all this, we’ll be right back.

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SEGMENT
The Internationals
Death before dishonor
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{We cut backstage where Chad Lights is running somewhere.}

Chad Lights: I've heard we have a development brewing over--

{Suddenly, El Dragon de Valor comes flying through the window right in front of Chad. Glass flies everywhere. Dragon hits the floor hard and coughs. Chad stops and looks over. Bushido stands on the other side of the now broken window and says something in Japanese that sounds very forceful and angry. Then he pauses.}

Bushido: Death...to he who dishonors me.

Chad Lights: Guys! Guys we need help! Someone get the medics!

{Chad checks on El Dragon as he lays on the floor, lacerations all over his body.}

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SEGMENT
Kanyon/Everyman
No.. me
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Willy Carter: Next up on Collision it will be the tag team match, Rob Diamond and Simon Daye versus The Ace and Curtis D. Kanyon!

Eric Hardy: This one is going to be explosive!

{We get a split screen showing Rob and Simon walking toward the ring for the match. And then a split screen of The Ace and Curtis walking towards the ring. Suddenly, Joe Everyman walks up to Curtis in his half. The screen goes full n Curtis as Joe starts to talk.}

Joe Everyman: This just keeps bugging me, I need you to tell me I injured Lance Ryan!

Curtis D. Kanyon: I cannot do that. I injured Lance Ryan!

Joe Everyman: I injured Lance Ryan!

Curtis D. Kanyon: I injured Lance Ryan!

Joe Everyman: I injured Lance Ryan!

Curtis D. Kanyon: I injured Lance Ryan!

Joe Everyman: I injured Lance Ryan damnit!

{Joe slaps Curtis across the face. Curtis is stunned in shock for about two seconds before he snaps his head back in Joe's direction wide eyed and full of anger.}

Joe Everyman: Um...that may have been...a little over the--

{Joe quickly turns and runs like hell. Curtis just stands there fuming.}

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MATCH THREE
Gib vs. Xavier Cross
Hardcore Match
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The song "I Wanna Rock" starts to play from behind the curtain comes Gib, pumping his fist to the music, his bicep flexing and relaxing to the music. He runs half way down the aisle before stopping to slap the hands of his fans, he switches sides running around the entire outside of the ring before sliding under the ropes and climbing the turnbuckle, posturing for the crowd...

Dave Holland: “Does anyone put on a match like Gib? The Veteran of nCw and professional wrestling.”

Willy Carter: “He’s just an O.A.N.”

Eric Hardy: “oh Racism at it’s finest…”

{The nCw-tron with a black screen, we then see Xavier Cross standing there. A bead of sweat drops off his face, and slowly drips. The camera zooms in as the bead falls into a small puddle, the lights in the arena grow dark. Then the music begins. We hear words spoken through the introduction part of the song.

"I am the shadow, and the smoke in your eyes
I am the ghost, that hides in the night."


Boom-lay boom-lay, boom!

On the 'Boom!' part we see Xavier Cross step out from the back throwing his arm up, as the fans stand up in unison exploding with cheers. He begins his decesent down towards the ring. The rest of 'Diamond Eyes' by Shinedown plays as Cross high fives some fans before sprinting into the ring. He looks around, before ascending the turnbuckle pointing out to the fans who cheer madly. He kisses his tapped wrist that bare "CC" on either side, before pointing towards the sky. Leaping down from the turnbuckle, he leans backwards against it stretching while waiting for the bell to ring}

Dave Holland: “Always nice to see Cross, when he’s focused he’s one of the best.”

Eric Hardy: “I’m a little surprised he hasn’t had a title shot, he’s been back for what, thirteen days?”

Willy Carter: “He does have that money in the bank shot just waiting…”

Eric Hardy: “And apparently banging Zelda Knite…”

The two men begin to circle each other, like two lions ready to duel for territory. The ref calls for the bell to start the match. Gib immediately steps forward attempting a clench. Cross ducks out of the way using his lateral quickness, sending a hard jab to Gib’s side. The old man flinches a bit, but uses the fact that Cross is closer to send an elbow to the side of his head. This strike staggers Cross, Gib immediately turns and charges forward with a clothesline. Cross ducks, but Gib follows through bouncing off the ropes. Cross turns around, aiming a clothesline off Gib, who is now coming back full force. His arm connects across the collarbone of The Legend, but Gib stands there almost grinning. Cross steps back immediately putting distance between the two.

Dave Holland: “Gib showing his ring strength. You’re aren’t gonna beat him in a stand up.”

Eric Hardy: “Cross is giving it his best shot though!”

Gib holds his hand up, immediately showing signs of a challenge to a test of strength. Cross shakes his head, but agrees anyway, throwing his hand up, as both men connect, and the struggle begins. Immediately Gib gets the advantage, almost driving Cross to one knee. The entire arena is split between the two men, cheers erupt as Cross fights back, almost returning to his feet. Gib adds more pressure which drops Cross to both knees, letting out a groan of agony. The entire arena is on their feet, clapping and cheering, Cross tries to fight back, getting to one knee, then back on his feet. But Gib delivers a hard kick to the midsection.

Willy Carter: “Cross is an idiot, he should have tricked Gib and just kicked him.”

Eric Hardy: “It seems Cross is trying to earn Gib’s respect here and now.”

Dave Holland: “He’s probably trying to…how do your people say it Willy, ‘wife’ Zelda?”

Willy Carter: “You know a black man ain’t tryin to marry no hoe.”

Eric Hardy: “Can’t turn a hoe into a housewife Willy, cannot indeed..”

Dave Holland: “That was the whitest thing I’ve ever heard..”

Gib immediately steps forward, grabbing Cross, and lifts him up into a suplex, holding it to show his power for a brief moment, before stepping forward and dropping Cross to the mat. There is a loud thud, as Cross clenches his back, rolling back in forth in pain. Gib slowly sits up, looking around a smile still on his face. Gib returns to his feet, and exits the ring, motioning to a kid in the front row to throw him his chair. The kid obliges but throws the chair too short, this annoys Gib who has to walk over, bend down and pick it up. Giving the kid a glare, he turns around chair in hand. But almost as soon as he turns around the crowd is going crazy as Cross has ran to the turnbuckle, leaped onto it, and springboard-ed himself at Gib. Who calmly steps out of the path, and sends a hard chair shot to the falling Xavier, who is barely manages to adjust himself midflight to block some of the chair shot.

Dave Holland: “Vicious. Cross went for it, and ate everything imaginable in the process.”

Willy Carter: “Just like yo momma.”

Eric Hardy: “I really hate you.”

Cross crumbles to the ground with a hard impact, Gib laughs a bit, before raising the chair over his head, and slamming it across the side of one Xavier Cross. He repeats the process multiple times. Before eventually dropping the dented chair, lifting Xavier back to his feet. But this doesn’t last long, as Gib grabs him by the back of the neck, and pushes him forward into the ring post. His head ‘pings’ off it, as Cross clutches his face, falling to the floor once more.

Dave Holland: “That’s a concussion…”

Willy Carter: “That is a very loud ping…”

Gib raises his arm, before continuing his assault of Xavier Cross, a swift kick to the ribs. Before leaning over to pick Cross up. Who in a desperate action, pokes Gib in the eye, causing the Veteran to stumble backwards, clutching his eyes. Cross picks himself up, in a lot of pain, finding the chair Gib dented around him. He immediately chucks the chair at Gib, it connects with his forearms, enough to cause a bit of pain and make Gib stagger into the security rail. Gathering what energy he has, Cross charges forward and using his security barrier, connects with a huge Shining Wizard. The impact echoes through the arena, as Gib crashes to the floor. Cross is holding himself up with the barricade.

Eric Hardy: “The impact of that kick! Sweet Black Jesus!”

Willy Carter: “Whoa…now”

Cross keeps his momentum going, helping Gib to his feet, only to whip him directly into the steel steps. The impact is loud, as Gib goes shoulder first crumbling down. Cross runs up the steps, as Gib’s head is laid on the very top. Cross steps on it, followed by a hard kick to the face. Gib falls back, clutching his face. Cross stays on the ring apron, springboard off the ropes aiming a moonsault on the downed Gib.

But Gib rolls just out of the way, and underneath the apron as Cross crashes on the floor below, clutching his stomach. Gib slowly rolls back out into view, in his hands he clutches a metal chain. A sadistic grin makes its way across his face, as he stands to his feet. Cross slowly stands up, as Gib is wrapping the chain around his already dangerous right hand. Eyeing Cross for a moment, before charging forward he swings. Cross manages to leap out of the way to avoid it, return to his feet the two men have a stare down.

Dave Holland: “The dangerous right hand just became deadly.”

Eric Hardy: “That was mad cheesy”

Cross motions for Gib to ‘come at him bro’, Gib shakes his head stepping forward. Cross immediately swings, but Gib ducks it, sending a hard right hook into the stomach of Cross, stumbles forward the air being knocked out of him. Gib follows this up with an uppercut with the same dangerous right hand, connecting with Cross’s chin, who stumbles back into the ring post. Cross let’s out a painful scream clutching his face. Gib doesn’t let off the onslaught, charging forward Gib aims a hard right hook, but Xavier manages to just fall out of the way, as Gib nails the post with his hand.

Willy Carter: “DAMN!”

Xavier aims a hard kick to Gib’s leg, trying to chop the tree. Gib manages to hold his ground, but is still clutching his injured hand. Cross’s jaw is visibly hurt but he’s managing to fight through the pain. The chain has fallen off of Gib’s hand, and Xavier quickly snatches it up, before the veteran can recoop. Using it as a metal whip of doom, Cross lays a hard slap with the chain across Gib’s back. Who staggers forward, letting out a painful groan. Cross quickly wraps the chain around Gib’s neck, before pushing him towards the ring apron, sliding in, clutching the chain and proceeds to hang Gib with the metal chain.

Dave Holland: “We had to cut Willy’s microphone off for this, something about Roots and stuff..”

Cross is channeling whatever strength he can muster, as Gib’s face starts turning various shades. In a last ditch effort Gib tugs down on the chain, placing his foot on the ring apron, his momentum vaults Cross over the ropes tumbling to the floor below. Gib quickly follows to the ground, clutching his throat gasping for air. The impact has Cross dazed as the man struggles to his feet, falling against the announce table. Gib struggles to his feet also, still clutching his throat.

Eric Hardy: “Again, sweet Black Jesus Cross may be trying to kill Gib!”

Willy Carter: “Really N-“

Dave Holland: “Again, we had to cut Willy’s microphone off...”

Cross quickly grabs the small television hooked to the announce table, quickly charging at Gib. But one of the wires, obviously not made in china, stays connects, jerking Cross back a bit. Gib takes this window of oppritunity to charge forward using his Battering Ram technique to knock Cross sideways and onto the Spanish announce table. Cross is clutching his ribs, as Gib quickly climbs onto the announce table, helping Cross to his feet. Xavier quickly hits a jab to the gut, catching Gib off guard, before hooking Gib’s arms and nailing the Crossifixion through the Spanish Announce Table to the chagrin of the Spanish-american announce duo.

Dave Holland: “Diego Santiago and Cláudio Galeno Escobar are not going to be pleased.”

Eric Hardy: “Woops, we forgot to turn Willy’s microphone on…”

Cross manages to get an arm over the fallen Gib, the ref slides out of the ring and makes the count.

1…2..

Gib manages to roll a shoulder up at two, as Cross rolls over exhausted. Both men bring their bruised bodies to their feet, staring at each other. Both men take a step forward and exchange punches. Each one getting their licks in. Gib quickly gets the advantage though, throwing a combonation that sends Xavier Cross into the security barricade. Clutching his head, Gib makes his way over to his downed opponent, before his eyes get big, seeing one of the nCw vendors holding a T-Shirt gun. Gib quickly rips it out of the man’s hand, aiming it at the now staggering Cross, who manages to look up just in time as Gib fires a T-shirt directly at Xavier, who literally leaps out of the way with seconds to spare. The T-shirt flies into the third row, hitting an older woman in the chest.

Dave Holland: “There’s a lawsuit…”

Gib, still armed with a T-shirt gun, decides what the hell, and starts firing into the crowd. With all the accuracy of Jay Cutler, he proceeds to maim and injure at least three other people before running out of ammo. Cross has hidden himself under the ring to avoid being shot by a high powered t-shirt gun, which is going to obviously reopen government legislation into T-Shirt guns. Xavier has reappeared on the other side of the ring holding two Kendo-Sticks, sliding into the ring, Gib meets him in the middle as the two men have easily the twelfth stare down of the match. Cross tosses Gib one of the Kendo Sticks, Gib catches it in one hand and starts to swing it around like he knows what he’s doing.

Gib: There is no escape! Don't make me destroy you. Cross, you do not yet realize your importance. You've only begun to discover your power! Join me, and I will complete your training! With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict, and bring order to the galaxy.

Cross: [angrily] I'll never join you!

The two men clashes with their swords in an epic battle, neither one giving an inch. Both men Hop backwards, before the connect low, high, midsection, block each attack from the other.

Gib: If only you knew the power of the Dark Side. Jimmy Turner never told you what happened to your father.

Cross: He told me enough! He told me you killed him!

Cross in anger, starts viciously attacking Gib, who manages to block it with ease before ducking and sliding out the ropes to the floor, Cross follows as Gib makes his way up the entrance ramp, the two men clashing once more. The referee looking a little confused and annoyed, follows them anyway.

Gib: No, I am your father.

Cross: [shocked] No. No! That's not true! That's impossible!

Cross swings, and misses, throwing his sword into the crowd, probably injuring yet another fan. But hey, souvenir. Gib immediately hits Cross’s hand twice, causing him to stagger onto the edge of the top of the ramp, falling but catching himself with his other hand. Gib stands above him, pointing his Kendo Stick downwards at the barely hanging on Cross.

Gib: Search your feelings, you know it to be true!

Cross: NOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO!!!

Gib: Cross, you can destroy Jimmy Turner. He has foreseen this. It is your destiny! Join me, and together, we can rule the galaxy as father and son! Come with me. It is the only way.

Cross proceeds to let go of the ramp, falling onto the floor below. Gib tilts his head a bit, before hopping down the two foot drop it was, slapping Cross with the stick as he plays possum below. Cross quickly leaps up clutching his arm where Gib hit him, scurrying off the to back, Gib, the camera crew, and the referee in hot pursuit.

Dave Holland: “And then there’s another lawsuit…”

Cross stumbles through the back, where Joe Everyman, still hanging around after Trauma, is eating off a platter of sandwiches. Gib is right behind Cross, raising the Kendo Stick. Joe has a mouth full of food that he tries to speak out, spitting all over Cross’s shoes, which annoys Xavier greatly, who leans down to clean them off. At this moment, Gib swings, missing the ducked down Cross, and whacks Joe Everyman over the head. Cross looks up to see Joe fall into the lunch table, sending a bowl of punch flying in the air, dumping all over Emma Danielson, who freaks out, and starts crying. Gib and Cross eye each other for a moment, before carefully sneaking away from the scene.

Gib is chasing Cross through the hallways with the Kendo Stick, swinging left and right, missing just by inches. A door opens in the hallway, as Jimmy Turner, the man, the myth, the asshole, steps out having just taken a nap in the back. Clutching a broom, that has a picture of the former Miss Megan Kane to the brush end. Cross quickly grabs it away from the man, pushing Turner at Gib.

Jimmy Turner: “OH NO MY WIFE!”

Gib quickly dispatches the Janitor with a switch hit with the Kendo Stick, immediately busting Turner’s head open, as he faints to the ground. Cross looks at the broom awkwardly, before throwing it like a spear. It hilariously misses Gib, spearing through the Cardboard cut out of Vertigo Dirtmurder. Turner looks up from his bloody mess at the cut out.

Jimmy Turner: “OH NO MY OTHER WIFE!”

Gib and Cross again, look at each other with an awkward confusion, before carefully making their way down the hallway, outside to the parking lot. Cross gets out first, having gained some distance on Gib, where he sees a line of cycle rickshaws for some reason. Quickly getting on one of the bikes he peddles away just as Gib has exited the arena, to watch Cross take off. He throws down his kendo stick in anger before stealing a rickshaw of his own, pursuing Cross once more. The Referee and Camera Crew watches for a moment, before the Referee gets on the bike, and the camera crew hops in the cart, peddling after the two men.

Dave Holland: “We’re experiencing technical difficulties down here at the-“

Cross kicks at the cart, trying to lose the extra weight. He manages to break the cart off, as it slides infront of Gib, who manages to barely miss it. The impact hits his cart, destroying and knocking it off as well. This causes a multiple car accident on the busy highway they were peddling through. Gib eventually catches Cross, as both men bump into each other. Ignoring the yellow construction and caution signs, the two peddle off into a bridge being renovated. Cross manages to bump Gib just out of the way, hitting an open portable bathroom door, taking it off it’s hindges, Gib doesn’t lose much momentum, clutching the door over his handle bars. The two clash once more on the bikes, as Cross reaches over. Grabbing Gib’s handlebars. Both men manage to look up at the same time to notice a dirt pile making a ramp that lead to the ten foot drop to the water below. There wasn’t much time. As the two launch off the dirt ramp and into the deep water below.

The two men struggle to keep afloat and fight. Gib proceeds to dunk Cross under the water. The camera crew and ref, still riding their cycle rickshaw, follow the road alongside the river, documenting the action. The portable bathroom door is the only thing consistently floating as Gib is in the process of trying to drown Cross. Gib’s face turns red, as Cross pops up from underwater, clutching Gib’s wrestling trunks in one hand, and using the other to grab onto the floating door, pulling himself up. Gib quickly swims over, bare assed. Grabbing the trunks from Cross, and holding onto the other door. Gib with a little bit of effort manages to slide his trunks back on, before hitting Cross across the face. This almost forces Cross of the floating door. It is at this time, a small whirlpool begins to suck Gib in, but Cross in just the knick of time, grabs onto Gib keeping him afloat.

Xavier Cross: I promise.

Gib: Never let go.

Xavier Cross: I promise. I will never let go, Gib. I’ll never let go.

The two once again stare at each other, awkwardness between the two, as they look up to see a medium sized waterfall, yes medium sized. Their screams echo through the valley as the two men fall down, a splash is heard as the Referee peddles a little faster.

Along the shore, Cross and Gib have washed up, wet, tired, and almost out of movie references. Gib sits up, looking over at Cross, picking himself up looking around trying to figure out where this stupid fight has brought them. He looks around, and realizes they are a few feet behind the arena, the river having brought them back around.

The referee and camera crew make their way back to Gib and Cross, who are now exchanging blows by the back entrance of the arena. Both exhausted, and soaking wet. Cross falls through a hole in the fencing, as Gib pursues him once more. Cross staggers through the parking lot, as Gib throws a trusty Right Hook, catching Cross in the jail, sending him onto the hood of a car. Gib quickly steps onto the top with him, Cross tries to return to his feet, but Gib catches him, before sending an elbow to daze Cross, and out of no where hits his Backdrop Driver on the hood. The ref quickly runs to the car as Gib pin’s Cross.


1…2..

Cross kicks out, forcing Gib to roll off one side of the car, and himself the other side. Both men stand up, using the help of the now broke card. Gib quickly in Dukes of Hazard fashion slides across the car, giving himself a wedgy in the process, this opens Gib up to a series of kicks to the side of the leg, followed by a left jab, right jab, European upper cut, then after Gib has landed on his back, a standing shooting star press. Cross immediately covers Gib.

1…2…

Gib manages to kick out. Cross shakes his head in fusteration before grabbing Gib by the arm, helping him up and pushes him forward to the arena back door, which security opens for the two as they start brawling through the top of the crowd. The fans begin to go nuts, Gib trips a bit, grabbing onto Cross as both men tumble down the steps, back to where it all began. The ring.

Dave Holland: “We’re back ladies and gentlemen! I’m sure you missed our voices. Obviously you’ve watched the action at home. Gib and Cross have taken a short tour of the city, and have now made their way back to the ring!”

Cross is the first to his feet, as he hops over the security barricade, grabbing a ladder barely covered by the apron. Picking it up, he almost takes out on of the camera men. He swings around, forcing the ref to duck out of the way. Cross immediately throws it over the ropes and into the ring, Gib is now on his feet stumbling over to Cross, he goes to ball up a fist, and throw a punch. But Cross quickly in classic fashion pokes Gib in the eyes. Gib blocks it with a karate like open palm before stepping on Cross’s foot and then slapping him in the back of the head. Cross stumbles forward with a frustrated look. Hitting Gib on the top of the head, going for the eye poke again, Gib blocks again, but Cross comes over with both fingers poking Gib in either eye.

Eric Hardy: “Nyuck Nyuck…”

Willy Carter: “Why wasn’t there a black stooge?”

Gib stumbles around holding his eyes, Cross begins laughing before getting back to his original plan. Leaning down, he slides a folding table into the ring. Cross slides into the ring, as Gib continues to hold his eyes. The ref checking on him. This allows Cross to set up the folding table, and the ladder. Looking up giving the fans at home a wink through the camera.

Dave Holland: “Cross still managing a little show man ship.”

Eric Hardy: “Wasting time, but I don’t like this set up.”

Gib slides into the ring, meeting Cross in the middle, it seems both men have a renewed signs of energy. Exchanging punches, Gib get’s the advantage again, before irish whipping Cross into the corner. Gib immediately charges forward in his battering ram fashion but Cross manages to use the bottom ropes to leap into the air, forcing Gib through the ropes and into the turnbuckle headfirst. This manages to break the skin, as Gib is now opened up.

Willy Carter: “It’s hard to believe it took this long for blood to be spilled…”

Eric Hardy: “Well, Jimmy Turner…”

Willy Carter: “JIMMY TURNER ISNT A REAL PERSON!”

Cross lands on his feet behind Gib, pulling him out and dropping him with a DDT. Cross goes to get out of the ring to find another weapon, but Simon Daye has ran out from the crowd, tag title belt in hand. Running up, he clocks Xavier across the head with the belt, sending him fall backward, the blood begins pouring out of Xavier Cross. Daye stands there for a minute, as Gib begins to sit up. The two men make eye contact as Simon gives Gib a thumbs up, out of pure instinct Gib gives Simon the middle finger.

Dave Holland: “Simon Daye may have saved his tag partner, and managed to get some jealous revenge in the process.”

Cross is still out, as Gib rolls over putting an arm over the downed Cross. The ref drops to count the pin.

1…2..

Shoulder up! Cross manages to get out of the pin, Gib rolls over clutching his bleeding head. Both men are worn out. Gib looks up at the ladder Cross had set up earlier. Looking down at Cross, he begins to climb the ladder, looking to put the nail in the coffin. Cross begins to stir, as the tired Gib misses a rung, slipping but not falling off the ladder. Cross gets to his feet, barely, making his way up the other side of the ladder.

Dave Holland: “Cross manages to get out! But it looks like Gib is going to end this, one way or another…”

Both men meet at the top, exchanging rights and lefts. Gib quickly gets the advantage in the fist fight, using his remaining strength, he ascends up one more rung of the ladder, turning Cross around. Lifting him into the air, before both men plummet to the ground, through the table, in the ring. The impact causes the ropes to shake violently. The fans are going nuts.

Gib manages to drape an arm over Cross. The ref goes down for the pin.

1…2…3

Eric Hardy: “Gib does it! Gib wins!”

The bell rings, as Gib gets to his knees full of agony and victory. Standing to his feet, he doesn’t allow the ref to hold his hand up. He leans down, picking Cross up once more. Putting Cross’s arm over his shoulder. Cross begins to open his eyes, grinning a bit as the two men start laughing. Cross manages to find his legs, as he hold’s Gib’s arm up in victory, pointing at the veteran. Both men dripping with blood, laughing.

Cross suddenly goes limp, as Gib manages to hold him up, calling for EMT’s.


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MATCH FOUR
Rob Diamond and Simon Daye vs. The Ace and CDK
Hardcore Match
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THE ACE AND CDK WIN

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SEGMENT
Jasmine/Zelda/Kathy
World title depression
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{We open backstage to see Jasmine Barrera sitting down in the middle of the hallway with her back against the wall and her head in the palm of her hands. She isn’t saying anything nor bothering to acknowledge anybody who walks past her, until we see Zelda Knite come skipping past her with a giant smile on her face. Zelda stops, turns her head and stares at Jasmine in wide eyed wonderment and doesn’t seem to notice that Jasmine is in the dumps.}

Zelda Knite: Oh my god, this is so great... me and Cross are finally an official couple. I’m so happy right now. He tried to give me his senior ring like we were in High School or something, but it was so cute I couldn’t resist.

Jasmine Barrera: Why are you telling me this? Can you please just leave me alone?

Zelda Knite: Well that was a bit rude...

{Zelda looks down at Jasmine closer and notices Jasmine’s unamused, unhappy and sullen face.}

Zelda Knite: Are you down? You seem kinda grumpy.

{Jasmine looks up at her unamused, this is the woman she left in the ring alone in their tag team match last week.}

Jasmine Barrera: It’s nothing.

Zelda Knite: Come on, you can tell me... did Jimmy Turner try to hit on you? I mean if that’s it, he’s done it to all of us.

Jasmine Barrera: It’s nothing like that.

Zelda Knite: Well then, what is it?

{Jasmine rolls her eyes realizing that Zelda isn’t going to leave her alone and quietly lets it out.}

Jasmine Barrera: It’s just that NCW is closing soon and I never really got that chance to make a name for myself. I lose to you in that Coliseum match when I just almost had it and then I lost to Kathy and now... I have nothing to do. No title match, nothing. I really, really wanted that match. Every since then I just have had no desire to do anything but I have to keep working and I just don’t want to anymore, I don’t care anymore without that shot at the Starlets title.

{Zelda looks at her sympathetically, nodding her head in agreement and relating to her plight, until a light bulb goes off inside her head.}

Zelda Knite: Hey wait a minute... You left me to fight that tag team match alone two weeks ago! Is this why you did that?!

Jasmine Barrera: yea...

Zelda Knite: You know that was really annoying!

Jasmine Barrera: Yea, so?

Zelda Knite: You know what... I am not going to let that go... I am going to give you a title match at A Night to Remember, Me you and Kathy.

Jasmine Barrera: Wait... really?

Zelda Knite: Yeap! You’re not going to get away with that, so I’m punishing you with a match against me for the World title! How do you like that?!

Jasmine Barrera: I love it... it’s precisely what I wanted.

Zelda Knite: Maybe that will teach you not to turn your back on me.

{Jasmine stands up smiling now, excited about her title match but suddenly both Jasmine’s and Zelda’s attentions are drawn by the screechingly mad voice of one Kathy Conway who has walked up on their conversation.}

Kathy Conway: Wait a damn minute, you can’t do that! I beat her fair and square for a match against you and I refuse to have her involved in this.

Zelda Knite: No see, it’ll be ok. I’ll just let you pick the stipulation for the match and it’ll all be cool.

{Kathy turns her head to the side in disbelief.}

Kathy Conway: No it won’t be “cool”! I won’t stand for this, that is a match I earned, I deserve and I fought for and you can’t just stick Jasmine in it for no other reason than “you want to”!

Zelda Knite: Sure I can. I’m the champion and I just won’t wrestle the match if Jasmin can’t be in it.

Kathy Conway: Do you realize who I am!? My husband is the head of the Starlets Division, he’s over you and that belt and if you think for a second that he’s going to stand for something like this then you’ve lost your mind! I’m going to go to him right now and tell him what you’re planning and he’ll bring the hammer down on you so fast it’ll make your head spin! I promise you, you won’t get away with this!

Zelda Knite: You wanna bet?

Kathy Conway: Yeah come on, test me... you always think you can do whatever you want with no regard to anybody else around here and I’m putting my foot down.

{Zelda puts her index finger up as she pulls out her cell phone, she quickly hits a few buttons then brings the phone up to her ear.}

Zelda Knite: Hey Adam... *in a sweet, begging, whining voice* Can I pleeeease give Jasmine a World title match at A Night to Remember, I really REALLY wanna. You’d be the bestest big brother ever if I could and I’d mean so much to me.

{Kathy rolls her eyes and Jasmine anticipates the answer, smiling as she does.}

Zelda Knite: Really!? You mean it!? Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re the best ever! I’ll see you later ok? Love you big bro.

{Zelda hangs up the phone and turns back to look at Kathy but doesn’t say a word. Instead she just smiles at Conway as she crosses her arms in front of her chest, cockily glaring at the wife of Ace.}

Kathy Conway: This is ridiculous... I’ll see you at A Night to Remember.

{Zelda and Jasmine nod their heads as we fade out and head to commercial break.}

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MATCH FIVE
Alex Jones VS. Mike Lazslo VS. Will Washington
Three Way Match
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Amber Ashe: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH! Introducing first…

{The lights shut off as the theme song from SAW comes overt the PA, as we come to the height of the song the song it suddenly stops.

BREAK!

Blue Smock Nancy's "Unsettling Differences" blasts out as a spotlight shines on the entranceway. Alex Jones emerges wearing a black shirt with "Prince Of Perfection" written on it.}

Amber Ashe: From Dallas, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, the 2013 NCW Gladiator, ALEX JOOOONES!

{He walks down to the ring and leaps onto the apron sliding across it before getting into the ring and leaping onto the second rope instigating the crowd. }

Willy Carter: This douche caused Roberto to lose last week.

Eric Hardy: Like Verona has never cheated to win.

Dave Holland: It’s only cheating if you get caught. Last week, Alex wasn’t caught.

Willy Carter: I CAUGHT HIM!

Dave Holland: So?

Willy Carter: Shut up.

Amber Ashe: His opponent…

{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.… Will Washington!”

{Washington walks down the ramp with and acknowledges the fans. 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 looks 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: The last number one contender to fall at the hands of Roberto Verona.

Willy Carter: Yeah, just like the otha crackas in dis match have or will.

Dave Holland: Willy, I believe we’re on network TV, watch what you say.

Willy Carter: OH YEAH!? I’M COMING FOR YOU NI…*BEEEEEEEP*

Eric Hardy: Real professional…let’s go back to the ring.

Amber Ashe: And now for the final participant in this contest…

{"This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage hits the sound system as Mike Laszlo walks out onto the stage, followed by Alexis Caffrey, to a favored reaction from the crowd. The two come close together and kiss before Mike turns to survey the crowd. A smirk comes over his face as he heads for the ring with a slow confident walk, ignoring the fans along the isle who want to slap his hand, Alexis at his side, hand in hand.}

Amber Ashe: Making his way to the ring, accompanied to the ring by Alexis Caffrey, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing 237 pounds, MIIIIKE LASZLOOOOO!

{Mike slides into the ring under the bottom rope before posing for the crowd who give him another favored reaction, as Alexis ascends the stairs and enters the ring. Backing into the corner Mike clasps his hands and loosens his wrists waiting for the start of the match.}

Willy Carter: Look at that *BEEP*! She thinks she’s something.

Eric Hardy: Would you knock it off?

Dave Holland: Anything more like that and I’ll call security to escort you from the table.

Willy Carter: That’s right, call the man to hold my ass down. Prick.

{The bell rings as the three men look across the ring, their eyes shifting between each of their opponents. Mike is first to act as he heads for Washington, causing Washington to take a swing in defense, but it comes to no avail as Laszlo leans back while kicking Washington right in the gut. Alex watches as Laszlo continues the onslaught in the corner on Washington, eventually stomping him into a seated position. Alex then sneaks up behind Laszlo and rolls him with a School Boy cover…

1!

2!

NO!}

Willy Carter: See how sneaky that mutha is? He tried to steal this match.

Eric Hardy: Resourceful move by the number one contender.

Dave Holland: Unfortunately for him, it didn’t work.

{The two get up from the mat and argue with one another before Alex shove Mike. Mike nods before coming back and shoving Alex. The two then lock up in the center of the ring, pushing each other around until it eventually ends up with Mike pushing Alex into the corner. The referee calls for a clean break as the two men stare one another down. The ref gets between and separates them physically, when Laszlo reaches over and slaps Alex right across the face.}

Willy Carter: I ain’t one of Laszlo’s biggest fans, but Alex deserved that.

Eric Hardy: Some disrespect shown by Laszlo to the 2013 Gladiator.

Dave Holland: Look what he’s saying.

{A look at Mike’s lips, show him telling Alex one simple word, “Lucky”}

Willy Carter: Cocky S.O.B.

Eric Hardy: Can you blame him? Some think he should be the Gladiator right now.

Dave Holland: Some could argue that he should be World Champion.

Willy Carter: I could argue that you both shut the hell up.

{Alex, out of anger, charges out of the corner at Laszlo who seems ready for the attack. The two exchange blows in the center of the ring when out of nowhere, Will Washington charges the two men and takes them down with a Double Clothesline. Both get up and are taken back down by another Double Clothesline. Laszlo is first to his feet this time, and he’s met with a third Lariat over the top rope causing him to crash to the floor. Alexis rushes over as Will turns his attention to the 2013 Gladiator.}

Eric Hardy: This should be good.

Dave Holland: Two men who have been named Gladiators staring down one another right now.

Willy Carter: Who cares? Neither of them could or will do anything with that status. It’s only a name.

{The two start talking trash in the center of the ring, and again there’s a shoving match, or a pissing contest if you will. Eventually, Alex gets fed up and punches Washington right in the mouth. The shot causes Will to stumble back a few steps before hitting Alex with a blow of his own. Alex stumbles and returns the favor. Will comes back and swings a bit wildly. Alex ducks and as Will spins back, Jones leaps in the air and hits him with the “AJ-Guri” (Leaping Enziguri). Noticing that Mike was still on the outside of the ring, Jones covers Washington…

1!

2!!

NO!}

Eric Hardy: Resolve shown by Will Washington to kick out of that move.

Willy Carter: What’s so special about that move?

Dave Holland: Many a man have been put down by that kick.

{AJ pulls Washington to his feet and grabs hold of him looking for the “Time to Burn” but Laszlo grabs hold of AJ while he has Washington in his grasp. AJ hits the “Time to Burn” on Washington as he is pulled down by Mike and a Neckbreaker. AJ holds the back of his head, Washington is out cold, and Laszlo is trying to separate himself out of the pile of bodies. He sees the situation and hooks the leg on Washington…

1!

2!!

NO! Alex breaks up the pin attempt.}

Eric Hardy: Just in the nick of time on that one for Alex Jones.

Dave Holland: Laszlo was innovative, and right now Washington is out cold.

{Laszlo and Alex are back to their feet and again start a slugfest as Washington rolls out of the ring, suffering from the effects of the “Time To Burn”. This time it’s AJ who swings wildly and is grabbed from behind by Laszlo who tries to pop his hips to hit AJ with a German Suplex. AJ blocks the move and executes a standing switch putting the two men closer to the ropes. AJ tries to execute a German Suplex of his own but before he can fully attempt it, Laszlo hits him in the face with a few back elbows that loosen Alex’s grip. Alex takes a step back, using the ropes to create some momentum despite the fact that he’s dazed from the elbow shots. Laszlo turns and hits Alex with a kick to the gut before hoisting him high into the air, and dropping him gut first across the top rope. The air escapes from Alex’s body, driven out by the top rope as he hangs in a vulnerable position.}

Dave Holland: That hurts.

Eric Hardy: The air driven from the body of Alex Jones.

Willy Carter: At least now we won’t have to hear him talk.

{Laszlo grabs Jones again by the head and hits him with a sequence of three knee lifts to the face before pulling him forward, Alex’s feet hanging over the top rope. Laszlo then drops down hitting a vicious Hangman DDT, dropping Alex at an awkward angle.}

Dave Holland: He could have broken his neck!

Willy Carter: Please put us out of this misery.

Eric Hardy: That’s just wrong. He could have ended the man’s career with that move.

{Laszlo shoots the half and covers Jones…

1!

2!

NO! Just when you think AJ is out of it, he kicks out!}

Willy Carter: Why won’t he just live to fight another day?

Eric Hardy: He’s not a sniveling coward like you?

Willy Carter: That’s it mutha lova…

Dave Holland: Shut up and sit down.

{Laszlo seems a little frustrated by the fact that Alex just kicked out of that move. He lifts Alex to his feet, and to his surprise, Mike is nailed with a few forearm shots to the face. Alex sends Mike into the corner, but unfortunately for him, before he can capitalize, Washington leaps into the air behind him and drops Jones with the Jumping Reverse Bulldog! Laszlo meanwhile has gone to the outside and begun his ascent.

1!

Laszlo raises his arms in the air eliciting cheers from the crowd.

2!

The pin is broken up by Laszlo who lunges off the top rope, crashing down on both men, Will Washington absorbing most of the impact of the Diving Elbow to the back of his head. Laszlo gets up and signals for the end. He lifts Washington to his feet, high into the air for the Malicious Intent. As soon as his face becomes visible though, Alex Jones hits him with the “AJ-Guri” we saw earlier in the match. Laszlo drops Washington face first into the turnbuckle as he falls backward and out of the ring. AJ gets back to his feet and lifts the dazed Washington up onto his shoulders before hitting him with an Inverted GTS that he likes to call the “TBS” or Texan Brain Surgery. He goes for the cover…

1!

2!

3!!!

The bell rings and the winner is announced.}

Amber Ashe: Here is your winner, ALEX JONES!

Willy Carter: Damn it.

Eric Hardy: Alex put on one hell of a match.

Dave Holland: He had help from the other two in this match. Kudos to them all.

Willy Carter: Let’s all hug shall we?

Eric Hardy: Idiot.

{Alex celebrates the victory as Blue Smock Nancy's "Unsettling Differences" plays throughout the arena.}

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Eric Hardy : After an eventful evening we have our main event; Spike Kane against Roberto Verona, two friends vying to see who is the best.

Dave Holland : Spike has been impressive since his return, can he keep up this winning run?

Willy Carter : That’s if he doesn’t take his ball home.

Eric Hardy : Real original.

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MAIN EVENT
Roberto Verona vs. Spike Kane
Singles Match
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{The arena lights go out and some lights flashe in time with the guitar riff as "My Curse" hits the sound system, strobe lights flashing with the drums as they kick in, the video showing wide shots and arching shots of Spike Kane, before the lone bass drum and guitar riff play the lights black out.}

"YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH-ALRIGHT!"

{As Howard Jones' voice rips through the arena the lights flash wildly, and the tron shows quick flashes of Spike nailing people with the "Thunderstruck" before panning to the figure of Spike Kane standing on the entrance way with his arms outstretched to his side with a slight angle, his palms facing upwards.}

“I watched you walk away
Hopeless, with nothing to say
I strain my eyes
Hoping to see you again"

The strobe lights flash wildly as Spike sprints to the ring with the song continuing in the background}[/color]

"This is my curse (the longing)
This is my curse (time)
This is my curse (the yearning)
This is my curse"

{He rolls through to his knees in the centre of the ring and thrusts his arms into an "X" across his chest, smirking to the crowd, but not acknowledging any of their cheers or taunts.}

"There is love burning to find you
Will you wait for me?
Will you be there"

{He climbs to his feet as the melodic part of the song comes to an end and extends his arms once more at a slight angle, raising his head as if to say 'I'm above you' to the crowd and smirks as the music dies down with Howard's scream and the lights return to normal.}
Amber Ashe : The next match is scheduled for one fall. Entering first, Spike Kane!

Dave Holland: Kane is one of the best to ever grace our ring, can he go out on top?

Willy Carter: No, and he is going to lose tonight to a man who is his superior.

Dave Holland: In your opinion Willy, I think he is a very talented individual from actual experience.

Eric Hardy: Kane can always pull out shocks from left field, tonight he could do it again.

{ The lights in the arena all go out at "King of the World" by Porcelain and the Tramps begins to blare out of the PA system. Spotlights begin to scan the crowd before fixating on a figure at the top of the stage which is revealed to be Roberto Verona, his head bowed towards the floor. As boos being to resonate around the arena Verona raises his head, the NCW World Championship wrapped around his waist, and he begins a slow methodical march down the ramp, the spotlight following him as golden pyro rains down from above on the stage. Verona stares with disgust at the crowd who heckle him as he approaches the ring, but he doesn't react to them. As he reaches the steps he slowly ascends them before walking towards the middle of the ring apron, turning around to look into the crowd one last time before looking up and closing his eyes as he stretches his arms out wide and basks in the abuse. After indulging himself Verona climbs into the ring, raising the NCW World Championship high above his head as he awaits the beginning of the match. }

Amber Ashe : And his opponent, from Firenze, Italy, he is the NCW World Champion and the Saviour of New Championship Wrestling, Roberto Verona!

Eric Hardy: Fantastic, this guy again….

Dave Holland: Verona wasn’t very happy last week after Alex shoved his nose into his business, however.

Willy Carter: Here comes our World Champion, he is going to squash Kane then deal with Alex.

{ The referee takes Spike’s belt from him followed by Roberto’s as both men keep their eyes locked on one another, Verona grinning cockily, before motioning to the floor crew to ring the bell, who duly oblige. The two men stay still, scouting one another out and waiting to see who makes the first move as the crowd begins to raise the noise levels. Loud chants of “Let’s go Kane!” and “Verona Sucks!” begin to echo through the arena as Roberto is clearly not even a little bit daunted, almost revelling in the hatred, as Spike smiles, throwing his arms in the air to pump up the crowd even more as they beg him to beat the hell out of the NCW World Champion. }

Dave Holland: Kane is the firm fans favourite tonight as we all wait with anticipation to see Verona get what is coming to him after some rather debatable actions of late.

Willy Carter: Nobody cares what these fans think, they don’t win matches.

Dave Holland: But they can inspire men to greater heights.

{ As the crowd begins to settle the two men suddenly lunge at one another, locking up as they struggle for the upper hand and an early advantage. As soon as the audience had just begun to quieten down however Spike manages to get Roberto in a headlock before dragging him over his hip and sending him crashing down to the mat on his back with a great display of strength, causing the crowd the cheer as Kane lays a boot into the Italian’s face. The referee pushes Spike away much to the disappointment of the crowd as Roberto grabs his jaw but before he has time to regroup Kane is straight back on him with another boot this time to the spine causing Roberto arch his back as Spike circles him plotting his next line of attack. As Roberto gets to his feet Spike grabs his head, thrusting it below his armpit before delivering a DDT as he rolls on top of Verona and begins to deliver a series of punches into his face. }

Eric Hardy: Spike looking to dominate this match early, he needs to watch out for any devious plans Verona has up his sleeve though because he is more than capable of pulling out a victory from somewhere.

Dave Holland: Kane starting brightly here, but can he maintain this all night?

{ The referee pulls off Spike who nods his head, pushing him aside gently and walks towards Roberto who has crawled towards one of the corner to recollect his thoughts, delivering a boot to the ribs which knocks the wind right out of Roberto. Spike continues to stomp a mudhole into Verona who progressively falls down each turnbuckle with the strikes from Kane, to the delight of the crowd. Spike is once again pulled away by the referee who is slightly concerned about the fans favourite’s assaults, Kane this time deciding to listen for his own good as he nods along in agreement a little more sincerely this time. As the referee backs away Spike paces a few steps back as he lines Roberto up before charging and delivering a running dropkick to the face which nearly takes Roberto’s head clean off, leaving him laying underneath the ropes as Spike paces the ring, pumping up the crowd who are loving this beat down. }

Eric Hardy: Spike is taking this to the World Champion, admirable effort thus far.

Willy Carter: Verona will still win, trust me.

Dave Holland: This match is far from over, I’ll give you that Carter.

{ Spike returns to the prone body of Verona, grabbing his ankle and dragging him out of the ropes and into the centre of the ring, leaving him for a moment before leaping into the air and planting a leg drop aKane his throat much to the delight of the crowd who sound their appreciation. Spike rolls over quickly and goes for the cover, 1….2..NO! Spike sits up before picking himself up and delivering another boot to the face for good measure as Spike is dominant in the early stages. Roberto rolls overs as Spike begins to follow him from behind but as he leans down to grabs Roberto by the head the World Champion delivers a rake to the eyes which causes Spike to clutch his face. Taking his opportunity Roberto staggers to his feet and drops a sharp elbow to the back of Spike’s skull who kneels down clutching his head in pain as the sound of the impact resonates around the arena, and the crowd boos heavily in response as Roberto smiles wryly. }

Eric Hardy: Another cheap shot by Verona, shock horror, he is just lucky this referee didn’t see that this time. This man is meant to be his friend.

Dave Holland: You have to do what you can to win in this business Hardy, Verona spotted an opening and took it.

Willy Carter: Yeah, shut up Hardy. You got told!

{ Roberto shakes off the cobwebs as he races towards Spike, delivering a big knee to the face which forces Kane to roll backwards, but Roberto doesn’t give him time to recover as he launches himself into the air and drops another knee to Kane’ face. Roberto grabs Spike’s head and lifts the champ up, whipping him against the ropes before hitting an elbow to the chest which sends the challenger down to the mat. Realising he can’t give Spike too much time to regroup Verona turns and plants a boot into the face of Spike who has just sat back up, sending him crashing back down to the mat, his head whipping against the mat. Positive he has time to plan his next move Roberto walks alongside the ropes for a few seconds, taking time to rile up the audience. }

Willy Carter: Verona back in charge like a real champion.

Dave Holland: But does he represent us very well?

Willy Carter : Impeccably.

{ Roberto turns around and begins to pace around Spike who is slowly getting to his feet. As he turns around he is met with the flying fist of Verona who catches Kane on the jaw, sending him staggering across the ring towards the other side. Verona gives chase, following Spike and grabbing him by the shoulder, only to be met with a vicious uppercut from Kane who turns and plants his own fist into Roberto’s jaw. The crowd erupts as Spike begins to deliver a series of punches to Verona who is sent backwards with each shot before he is forced into a corner. Spike turns and walks a few steps before charging at Verona, leaping into the air and hitting him with a running knee to the head. Roberto steps forward groggily clutching his chest, taken a little by surprise, as Spike backs off again and runs at Verona, landing a spear to his midriff sending him back to mat. Spike notices that Verona is laid in a perfect position for a high risk manoeuvre and he begins to climb to the top rope. Steadying himself Spike launches himself into the sky, landing a corkscrew elbow drop to the prone Verona who takes the full force of the impact. Spike goes for straight the cover again, 1…2…NO! Verona just about gets a shoulder up whilst pushing Kane off violently, a visibly annoyed look on his face. }

Eric Hardy: Kane displaying some tremendous spirit here tonight, showing he has a lot in his locker even now.

Dave Holland: He is a fine wrestler, anybody who tries to tell you otherwise is a liar.

{ Spike doesn’t waste any time at all, getting up and bouncing off of the ropes to deliver a clothesline as Verona sits up momentarily but is sent right back down. Spike rolls over and gets back to his feet and brings Roberto up with him, whipping him against the ropes and spinning round to catch him in the face with a spinning kick which sends Roberto down. Spike grabs Roberto’s arm, lifting him up, and whips him into the turnbuckle but instead of staying where he landed Roberto hobbles back out and is caught with a bulldog as Spike simultaneously bounces against the ropes. Spike quickly flips over and delivers a quick punch to Roberto’s face before getting up again and hitting a few more kicks to the chest and spine of Verona who grimaces. The referee steps in and Spike pleads his case but the referee ignores him makes him to step away from Verona who begins to pick himself up. Spike pushes his way past the referee only to be met by a massive right hook from Roberto who catches Kane completely off guard. }

Eric Hardy: That was a shocking impact to Kane’s jaw!

Dave Holland : Kane wasted a little time and paid for it, you can’t leave talented guys like Verona a split second to capitalise.

{ Roberto wastes no time as he kicks Spike in the face again before walking around to his side and getting on top of him to deliver a flurry of elbows before he too must be pulled away by the referee, who is incredibly reluctant to place his hands on Verona. Shouting in his face about removing his hands, Roberto simply picks up Spike and drags him over to the turnbuckle, and throws him shoulder first into the ringpost before violently pulling him back out and slamming him into the mat, to a chorus of boos and groans as Kane crumples on the floor. Clutching his shoulder Verona lowers himself down and rolls out of the ring, reaching back in to grab Spike’s arm, pulling him in towards the ringpost until he is in a precarious position. Clutching Spike’s larm Roberto looks around and smiles as he leans back and then violently slams Spike’s shoulder into the ring post, causing him to yelp in pain and clutch his arm.}

Dave Holland: I’ve always wondered why ring posts are legal and weapons aren’t.

Eric Hardy: Roberto isn’t going to pass up the chance to bend some morals if not the rules.

Willy Carter : Go on Roberto, do it again!

{ Roberto soaks up the abuse from the crowd, just smiling as they throw quite abusive language his way before grabbing Spike’s arm and slamming his shoulder a second time into the post with the much more force than before. The crowd emits a groan as Spike slams the mat in absolute agony with his feet. Roberto waits for a couple of moments before going back for a third time but he is met with the fist of Kane’ good arm which buys him some time, sending Roberto staggering into the barriers. Picking himself up Spike crawls away from the corner but Verona recovers quickly, sliding back into the ring at speed and racing to connect a swift elbow to the back of Spike’s bad shoulder, forcing him to emit a yelp. Kane rolls onto his stomach, kicking the mat to try to divert the pain as Roberto grabs his arm. Lifting Spike’s arm up Roberto drives a knee into his shoulder a few times as Spike tries to fight his way free but Roberto slaps away his hands and lands a punch to the back of his head to silence his resistence. }

Dave Holland: Verona is taking that shoulder apart, textbook stuff from our World Champion.

Willy Carter: Once the bell rings, friendship means nothing.

Eric Hardy: I totally disagree.

Willy Carter: You would, you can’t afford to lose any friends.

{ Spike slowly drags himself towards the ropes but before he can get too far he is faced with another elbow to the shoulder by Verona. As Spike lies against the ropes, his arms wrapped around the bottom rope, Verona begins to stomp on his victims weak shoulder with absolutely no mercy, clearly trying to send a message. Roberto backs off before the referee intervenes though he can’t resist telling the official off for going near him, walking over to the other side of the ring.. }

Eric Hardy: It isn’t looking good for Kane right now.

Dave Holland: He is in the ring with a man who is ruthless when he wants to be and sadly for Kane, even though they’re friends, he seems a little annoyed after Alex’s interference last week.

Eric Hardy: Kane could still win this one though…

Willy Carter : Good one Eric, you would make a fine comedian on the homosexual circuit.

{ Roberto finally walks over to Spike, stomping on his shoulder a little as he walks by. Spike tries to pick himself up but he still finds it difficult to put weight on his arm. Roberto then drives forward and places a knee to Spike’s face before coming to a stop at the ropes, grabbing them to steady himself. Verona pauses for a moment, before turning quickly and racing towards Kane but he is caught by surprise as Spike launches himself up, landing a Lou Thesz press, leaving both men on the mat as Roberto didn’t see that offence coming and Spike is still in a lot of pain, too much to take advantage of it. Spike gets onto both his knees as he grimaces in pain and looks at Verona. Lifting himself up he hobbles over as best he can and gets on top of Verona and unleashes a volley of punches with his good, trying this best to stop Roberto from getting back up and returning to dominating this match. Then, all of a sudden, “Skyfall” by Adele blares out of the PA System as Jake Conway comes storming down the ramp towards the ring. }

Dave Holland : Jake Conway?

Eric Hardy : This isn’t going to be good….

{ Spike Kane gets up off of Verona as he diverts his attention towards Ace who is still making his way towards the ring, which draws away the attention of the referee who tries to separate Kane from Jake as the latter gets on the apron and begins shouting and gesticulating in Kane’s direction who, in the meantime, has gotten to his feet and begun to expose one of the metal rings under the turnbuckle pad before feigning injury in the corner to play possum as Kane has had enough arguing with Ace. As Jake continues to lambast the referee Kane spots Verona and runs at him but as he does Verona leaps into action hitting a drop toe hold which sends him face first into the exposed turnbuckle which busts him wide open as Verona sneakily looks around to make sure the referee wasn’t paying any attention. }

Dave Holland : Smart plan by our champion….I can’t condone it, but very smart plan.

Eric Hardy : Disgraceful, Verona is so talented but he resorts to these tactics so often.

{ Verona quickly picks up Spike and in one swift move he plants him down with a Requiescat In Pace which sprays more blood over the ring before he goes to cover the limp body of Kane who has barely moved since he ate metal seconds earlier. The referee finally gets Jake down from the apron, who turns and exits knowing his job here is done, and turns around to see Verona angrily beckoning him over to the prone Kane as he drops to his knees sliding across the ring to begin the three count. 1……2…….3!!!!! Verona gets on his knees whilst smiling before getting up, he pats Spike on the shoulder apologetically. }

Eric Hardy : Damn it, will this man ever play fair?

Dave Holland : It pays off for him, so I don’t see why he would give an incentive to!

Willy Carter : Ha ha! Look at Kane’s face!

Eric Hardy : You’re a bizarre man Willy.

{ Suddenly “Unsettling Differences” blasts out of the PA system as the crowd erupt with a chorus of boos as Alex Jones emerges from behind the curtains with a smirk on his face as his mockingly applauds Verona who leans over the top rope, staring at his opponent for A Night to Remember. }

Dave Holland : This could be about to get interesting…

Willy Carter : Oh great now we have to see this moron twice in one evening?

Eric Hardy : I wonder what Alex has to say?

{ Alex waits for the noise to die down a little before he raises up a microphone clasped in his left hand to his lips. }

Alex Jones : Congratulations on your…less conventional methods of putting your opponents down once again, Verona. See, I will cut to the chase, I was a little worried about the way you always blur the lines between the rules and I don’t want to be the victim of yet another screw job. So, I went to see an old friend of ours, the woman who is still CEO of NCW, Kelly Fox, and I am pleased to announce that at A Night to Remember our match will be a No Disqualification match. Now we can both play as dirty as we like and I don’t have to worry about this company closing on a screwjob in my big moment yet again.

Dave Holland : Well, that’s one way to get around Verona’s manipulating the rulebook!

Willy Carter : He can’t do that!

Eric Hardy : No, but Kelly still can.

{ Verona is clearly unimpressed as he asks for a microphone whilst Alex looks pleased with his work on the stage. Roberto pauses for a moment before smiling to himself. }

Roberto Verona : Congratulations, Alex, you’ve finally become interesting. However, you’re not the only one of us who’ve been to visit Kelly this week. I decided that you’ve had it way too easy in the run up to our match. So, allow me to introduce to you your opponent for next week for one last time…

{ Suddenly the light go out and strobe lights begin to flash around the arena whilst “Again We Rise” erupts from the speakers and a Saviour X logo appears on the screen as the crowd pop and nearly blow the roof off the arena. Suddenly a the lights come back on as Alex turns right around into a giant fist from Angel who plants him to the ground. Before Alex can get to his feet Angel begins to stomp on him furiously as Verona laughs in the ring, before turning round to see the blood sodden face of Spike Kane almost making him fall over. But, rather than attack Verona, Spike stares right through him up at Angel on the stage who ends his assault and returns the favour as the atmosphere visibly changes as the two opposing forces who will face off at the big show of the year stand in silence. }

Dave Holland : Good God, it’s Saviour X! We get to see him go one on one just one more time with Alex Jones next week, this is going to be amazing!

Willy Carter : Time’s up Alex!

Eric Hardy : Next week, the final episode of Collision, promises to go out with a bang, we’ll see you then folks!

{ The camera focuses on the bloody face of Spike before cutting to Angel as the NCw copyright logo appears and Collision goes off the air. }