July 13, 2004
Skate West
Cresthill, Illinois

(The camera fades into Skate West where the fans are ready for some tremendous wrestling action. They are on their feet, chanting "Glory! Glory!" in anticipation for the innaugural PWG event. We cut away to see Ron Martin and Vincent Coltraine standing in front of a PWG backdrop. Take it away!)

Ron Martin: What a night it is going to be, Vincent! We have seven great matches, including one featuring the stars of Super Japan Pro Wrestling!

Vincent Coltraine: This just shows you how badly people want to be a part of this event. You've got international press here, you've got photographers from all over the world - these guys from Super Japan Pro Wrestling have all arrived in Crest Hill - and they've all come to see Vincent Coltraine!

RM: I think you're missing the point a little, Vincent... whether its Pro Wrestling Glory, or Super Japan Pro Wrestling - that is exactly the name of the game: pro wrestling. We aren't about frills, we aren't about over the top characters, we aren't about overplayed pregnancy angles - we're about giving those athletes in the back the chance to prove themselves inside a PWG ring.

VC: I couldn't have said it better myself, Vincent.

RM: *astonished* Wow! Agreeing with me, Vincent?

VC: Shut up, Ron, I was just reading the cue card. Can we start this thing already? I don't feel like standing anymore.

(With that, Vincent drops his mic on the ground and walks off-screen. Ron looks around, a bit confused.)

RM: Well, I guess its time to head down to the ring and get Legends Are Born underway!

(We cut away from Ron to the ring, where "Soldier" by Eminem hits. The Vipers come out to the ring. Justin Payne grabs the microphone.)

Payne: HELLO CREST HILL.

(Crowd cheers!)

Payne: Tonight, we have a tag team match, a triple tag team match to be exact.

Bane: It's also the first ever tag match in PWG history. (sniffs)

(Crowd cheers!)

Bane: Hey Justin, what's that smell?

Payne: I must've forgot to tell you. Crest Hill is Chicago's landfill. This is where Chicago dumps all it's garbage.

(Crowd boos!)

Payne: That's why we have a hotel in Chicago, not this dump.

(Crowd boos louder!)

Payne: Well, anyway, tonight we face two teams in one match. One team is Rebellious Youth.

Bane: I can't believe we're facing the team of Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera.

Payne: I don't think it's Britney and Christina, because the Youth have flat chests and look like boys and they're stepping in the ring with us men.

Bane: You know, I'm not sure about that.

Payne: Trust me, it's not them.

Bane: Ok, but I think you're wrong. Anyway, the other team is Kruel Intent. Even though Shayne Williams is from our neck of town, we're not gonna go easy on you. We are gonna show you the true meaning of cruelty.

Payne: Tonight's event is called Legends Are Born. We are living legends. Our legacy has already been written. We are multi-time tag team champions. Win or lose, we are already legends. For us, this night should be known as Legends Are Reborn.

Bane: And when we are through with you four, even dental records won't identify you. In the past, we were a hardcore tag team, and we don't mind using weapons to get an advantage.

Payne: Before we leave, we want to give you a warning: Viper bites are venemous.

(The Vipers await their competition inside of the ring.)

VC: Ha-haaaah, there ya go, boys! These guys know how to stir up a crowd, and I can't wait to see them destroy the Kewell brothers.

RM: That remains to be seen, Vincent. As The Vipers stand in the ring, here come Rebellious Youth!

[The lights goes on and off, and a siren blows. Then a voice is heard loud.]

VOICE: THE REBELS ARE COMING! THE REBELS ARE COMING!

[Then the initial riffs from "Breaking All The Rules" by Peter Frampton begin, and smoke fills the entrance. As Peter starts to sing the lyrics, the duo of Jeff and Harry appears at the entrance. The duo exchanges a high five and starts walking down to the ring. On the way to the ring, they exchange high fives, clap hands, even get some kisses from the fans.]

VC: Oh my God, come on! Just get in the ring and FIGHT, you nerds!

RM: Hey, Vincent, just because you could never attract that kind of attention doesn't mean you need to take your anger out on others!

VC: *pause* Touche, old man... touche.

[When the duo reaches the ring, they both catapult themselves using the top rope. They then go to the center of the ring and raise their arms, and then they go to their corner.]

RM: These young brothers are ready for action here tonight, but perhaps it will be this next team who takes the victory.

["Another Body Murdered" by Faith No More begins to play, and Kruel Intent appears from behind the entrance curtain. They raise their arms to the crowd, grinning on their way to the ring. They hop up onto the apron and go to opposite corners, standing on the second rope and raising their arms to the fans once more.]

RM: These three duos definitely have what it takes, Vincent. I've got my money on Rebellious Youth - how about you?

VC: Hands down, no question - The Vipers. Look at the size, Ronny - they'll crush 'em!

All three teams are in the ring, and the members of each team exchange handshakes with one another. Ring Announcer Troy Griffin steps into the ring.

Troy Griffin: The opening contest for Pro Wrestling Glory is scheduled for one fall, and is a tag team match! Introducing first, weighing in at a total combined weight of 528 pounds, from St. Louis Missouri: Justin Payne and Bane, The Vipers! *the crowd showers the team with boos, while they glance around the arena* Their opponents, first, at a combined weight of 517 pounds, hailing from Tampa, Florida - Harry and Jeff Kewell: Rebellious Youth! *the crowd explodes as Jeff and Harry jump onto the ropes, playing up to this wild Crest Hill crowd* Lastly, weighing in at a combined weight of 399 pounds, "Amazing" Ryan Storm and "Timebomb" Shayne Williams: Kruel Intent! *a mixed reaction from the crowd, who doesn't quite know yet how to react to these youngsters, who are keeping their eyes on their opponents*

It looks as though Bane, of The Vipers, and Ryan Storm of Kruel Intent will be starting things off.

VC: *laughing* Ohhh, baby! This is gonna be fun to watch!

Bane and Storm are in the center of the ring, staring each other down before getting this match going. They look intent on just ripping each oth-OH! Storm just slapped Bane across the face!

RM: WHOA!

VC: What a moron!

RM: And now he's on the run!

Bane charges at Storm - he dodges and smacks Bane in the head! Bane lunges at him again, but this time Storm dives out of the ring and he's calling Bane out to the floor!

RM: I'm not too sure that this is a smart move, Vincent.

VC: Yeah, no crap! Storm may want to just hang it up already - he's gonna die when Bane gets a hold of him!

Bane is chasing Storm around the ring, and Storm finally slides back in. He charges to the far side, while Bane slides back in. He's getting up to his feet - dropkick to the face from Storm! Bane is knocked into the ropes, and now Storm tags in his partner, Shayne Williams.

RM: Quick tags, that's the way to do it.

They whip Bane to the ropes and he comes charging back - double dropkick, each man dropkicking one of Bane's legs! He faceplants and now Storm jumps onto Bane's back, pulling him up with a single arm camel clutch. Williams comes off of the ropes - he connects with a big dropkick straight to the face! Storm rolls out of the ring, while Shayne stomps across the neck of Bane.

RM: I can't believe how these two have grounded Bane - he's seven feet tall!

VC: Its a travesty, I tells ya, a travesty!

RM: What it is, Vincent, is showing everyone that in Pro Wrestling Glory, its not just about size - speed, skill, endurance - countless attributes make up an all-star wrestler.

He's lifting Bane up slightly - and hits a kick to the face. Bane is starting to get up here, and Shayne charges into the ropes. He comes running back - Bane leaps up - shoulder tackle! Shayne just got knocked right out of his boots! He was nearly turned inside out by Bane, who shakes the effects of those shots to the head away and yanks Williams up to his feet. He whips him hard to a neutral corner - Williams hits hard and flies back onto the canvas. Bane tags in his partner, Justin Payne, who comes in looking to take control.

VC: Yeah, baby - fresh man!

He pulls Williams to his feet and nails him with a forearm. Williams is dazed from that Bane whip, clearly favoring his back. Payne locks Williams up in a headlock - and connects with the point of his elbow to Shayne's head. Shayne is stumbling around, trying to regain his composure, but Justin grabs him by the waist of his pants and yanks him back to the middle of the ring. He connects with a forearm blow to the lower back, bringing Shayne down to his knees. Payne takes the chance to lock on a chinlock submission, twisting Williams head in a quite unnatural direction. Storm is shouting words of encouragement to his partner, trying to get him back to his feet. It doesn't exactly seem to be working, though, as Payne continues to twist Williams' neck. He drives an elbow into the side of Shayne's head, and then goes right back to the chinlock. Shayne is reaching his arms up, looking for something to grab onto to help himself out of this hold. He grabs a hold of Justin's hair with one hand - and he hits an open hand palm strike with another!

VC: CHEATER! Hair pulling is cheating!

RM: Well it certainly is, Vincent, and Shayne will surely be warned of that.

He hits a second one, and now Justin lets go of the hold, holding his jaw for a moment. Shayne is back up on his feet and grabs Justin, dragging him back to the Kruel Intent corner. He tags in Storm, holding Justin in place. Storm leaps over the top rope and comes down with a forearm to Justin's stretched-chest.

RM: And now, Vincent, it is Kruel Intent with the fresh man in the ring.

Storm backs Payne into the ropes and whips him to the far side. Wait, a blind tag from Jeff Kewell!

RM: Nice thinking from Jeff Kewell!

Storm is continuing his charge, but Justin moves - Jeff flies over the top rope and nails a slingshot Thesz Press! He rolls off of Storm, who quickly gets to his feet - spinning heel kick! Storm goes down, but gets up again, this time a little off balanced. Kewell whips him to the far corner and charges in - a hard clothesline, trapping him in the corner. He turns Storm around and hops up to the second rope. He looks across the crowd, yelling at them to signal for... a tornado DDT! He connects hard and goes for the cov... wait, his brother is shouting something at him. Jeff looks towards his corner - and Storm hits a quick snap kick from his back, connecting to Jeff's head! Storm rolls to his corner, holding his neck, tagging in Williams.

VC: What a couple of stupid morons, Ron! Harry Kewell needs to shut his trap and let his brother operate in there!

RM: You could be right, but nonetheless, Ryan Storm has tagged back in Shayne Williams.

Shayne comes in and pulls Kewell to his feet, connecting with a rough forearm shot. He sends Jeff into the ropes and hits him with a boot to the ribs upon his return... oh! He just took a cheap shot at Harry Kewell! The eldest Kewell brother is trying to get in the ring, but being detained by Andy Petersen, PWG's Head Referee. Shayne picks up Jeff - and drops him across the knee with a backbreaker! He holds him in position and Storm leaps to the top rope - flyyyyyyying leg drop! They nearly decapitated him!

VC: YEAH! Break his head off!

RM: A devastating tag team maneuver from Kruel Intent, and it could spell the end for our tag team brothers!

Storm rolls back out, Harry steps back to the apron, and Shayne hooks the leg for the cover! One - two... Bane breaks it up! He pulls Shayne right to his feet and - WHAM! Short clothesline! He just hammered the life out of Shayne Williams! Bane is ushered back out of the ring, while both men inside the ring try to get back to their feet.

VC: BRILLIANT! He knows its one fall to a finish, and he saw his team's win being taken away from them.

RM: Yes indeed, a smart move from Bane, who brings the match back to square one.

Kewell is definitely in a better position, because Bane just completely clobbered Shayne. Jeff is starting to crawl to his corner, while Williams is barely getting to his feet. Jeff tags in Harry, who quickly enters and pulls Shayne up. A hard whip into the corner and Harry follows behind. He leaps onto Shayne - monkey flip, and he just tossed him half way across the ring! Shayne skids across the mat, and Kewell advances towards him. He stomps him in the chest once, and now again. He sits him up, standing behind him... and drives a knee straight into his spine! Shayne arches his back, and Harry drives another knee into his spine. He pulls Shayne up to his feet again, twisting his arm into an armbar and tagging in brother Jeff.

RM: Another series of quick tags - these young men know how to operate!

Jeff scales the top rope while Harry holds the arm out - and Jeff comes down with a double axe handle to the elbow. The arm snaps down, and Shayne is trying to make a run to his corner... but Jeff collides with Shayne, bringing him to the mat. He brings him back to his feet and whips him to the ropes... reversal from Shayne - flying clothesline on the rebound from Jeff! He kips back up and now he's exiting to the apron. He climbs up to the top rope in the neutral corner, but he's pausing to motion to the crowd that he's going for something big. It may be taking too much time, though, because Shayne is up! He charges into the ropes - and Jeff gets crotched on the top rope!

VC: HA-HAH! Yeah, nerd - we'll see how many female fans you're smoochin' now!

Shayne moves towards Jeff, pulling him off of the top rope. He leaves Jeff's feet on the top and locks him up in a front chancery - OH! A DDT, and Jeff gets positively spiked into the mat!

RM: Oh, that is it! He's finished!

VC: No way, Jose - Shayne just tagged in Storm, and they're gonna punish him some more!

Storm jumps back in and is going back to work on Jeff. He pulls Jeff up to his feet, who is keeled over in the center of the ring. Storm bounces off of the ropes and hits a swinging neckbreaker. He pulls Jeff back up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Storm flies off of the ropes as well and charges at the returning Kewell - flying, spinning forearm to the face! Storm gets back to his feet - ohh! He just slapped the chest of Bane, and I mean a BIG open hand slap! Bane looks like he wants to destroy Storm for that, but its a legal tag, and its now Bane and Kewell in there.

VC: Oh, so smooth! He gets the big guy angry enough that he wants to kill a man, only to leave him in there with someone else!

RM: A smart match thus far from all sides, Vincent.

Jeff is trying to reach for his brother, but Bane grabs him by the hair and pulls him back towards the center. He pulls Jeff to his feet, clubbing him across the chest with a hard forearm. Jeff shies away, holding his chest... but comes back with a kick to the stomach! Bane feels it for a moment, but quickly grabs Jeff by the hair - headbutt! Petersen is in there to warn about the hair pull, while Jeff slumps against the ropes. Bane whips him to the far side - and Jeff actually slides out of the ring. A smart move from Kewell, who uses this time outside to regroup. He's walking around the ring while Bane eyes him the entire time. Jeff jumps up to the apron and Bane charges - Jeff drives a shoulder into his stomach. Bane stumbles backwards and Jeff jumps to the top rope - springboard dropkick! He nails Bane hard, and the crowd comes alive! Jeff is crawling towards his corner while the crowd chants "Kewell! Kewell!" all the way. Bane sits up, shaking his head back and forth, and sees Jeff. He quickly charges towards him - but Jeff tags in Harry!

VC: What a nancy! Running from Bane - he started it, he should finish it!

Harry jumps to the top rope - flying cross body block! NO! Bane catches him! Wait - legsweep from Jeff! Harry rolls off of Bane, running to the corner and Jeff drops a knee onto the big man's face. He backs into the corner nearest Bane. Harry charges - wait, he jumps right over Bane??

RM: What in the World.... Harry jumps into Jeff's hand - he springs him into the air... OH!! a 270 degree splash onto Bane, and the brothers call that Rebellion!

VC: WHAT THE?!?! Okay, okay - THAT was amazing!

Harry covers - but only gets a two count. Jeff exits the ring while Harry stomps away on Bane. Harry backs up - and falls into Bane with a hard headbutt. Harry shakes the pain from that move away and is trying to pull Bane to his feet. He's having some trouble picking the big man up - and he takes a page out of Ryan Storm's book and slaps Bane across the face! Bane looks up, furious, and lunges at Harry. Bane is up and charges at him - Harry runs and slides under the Kruel Intent corner... and Bane hits hard against the turnbuckles! The members of Kruel Intent look around - and Storm tags in!

RM: Once again, everyone is using Bane's size as an advantage here.

Kewell slides back in and Storm jumps into the ring - and they two meet in the center! Chop to the chest from Storm, returned by Kewell. Once again! Storm raises a knee into the ribs of Harry and sends him into the corner. He runs in and connects with a flying body attack, sandwiching Kewell between himself and the corner! Bane has rolled out to the floor and Storm charges at Payne - he knocks him off of the apron, and into his own partner!

VC: Oh, what a filthy move!

Shayne comes running in now - and he knocks Jeff Kewell off of the apron! Storm is sitting Harry on the top rope now, and Shayne charges over to that corner. Both men are climbing to the top... they're going to hit Evil Intentions! They've got him locked up... no, here's Jeff! WHAM! OHH! He nails Williams, and he flies out of the ring and to the floor!

VC: SHAMEFUL! You never interrupt a man when he's going for his finisher - especially one as cool as Evil Intentions!

Jeff positions himself under Storm - powerbomb into the ring! He twists him around and now Harry is kneeling on the top rope. Jeff is climbing up the ropes... and up his brother?! What are they doing?? Harry is slowly standing up - what a show of balance! HURRICANRANA!! Jeff hurricanranas Harry, and he lands right on top of Storm!

Both: HOLY CRAP!

RM: I mean, uh - *tries to regain his composure* - what a move!

He hooks the leg and covers - one! Two! NO!

RM: Huh?!

VC: Bane!

Bane just reached in, and slapped the back of Harry Kewell - and the ref says its a legal tag! Bane steps in and grabs Harry... he throws him right over the top rope! Justin slides into the ring and picks up Storm - he whips him into the ropes. He lifts Ryan into the air - and Bane hits a HUGE DDT! He rolls him over and covers him - one! Two! Three! They got 'em!

Troy Griffin: Here are your winners: The Vipers!

VC: HAH! Yes! The Vipers take the win! What a brilliant, brilliant move by Bane at the end there, Ron!

RM: I couldn't agree more, Vincent. Now, Andy Petersen is gathering all of the team members into the ring-

VC: He's like a sheepdog or something..

RM .... sure, Vincent. Kruel Intent and Rebellious Youth have just shaken hands, and now they're extending the hands to The Vipers.

VC: Don't do it! You don't need it!

RM: They certainly do, its part of The Pillars of Glory! And there ya go! A hand shake for each team, and now the victors are left to celebrate in the ring.

VC: As they should!

RM: The crowd not warming up to these two at all, Vincent-

VC: Well, duh, Ron - you heard their interview earlier... and everything they said was true! This place IS a dump!

RM: *sighs* Ugh... you are hopeless...

Camera Fades in to reveal Shawn Braxton sitting in a chair in the PWG locker room. Dressed in full wrestling attire, he looks into the mirror.

"This is it. Legends are Born. Tonight I start my quest to become the PWG Champion."

Begins to primp his hair

"Braxton my boy, you look fine."

Braxton then reaches down to grab something. We see it is a picture. He holds it up, but the face can not be seen.

"Now let me go over this again. If I can get him to sign a match with me, I am pretty much set."

Taking a deep breath, Shawn stands up.

"Play it cool for now and take care of the kid tonight."

Taking one last look in the mirror, Shawn grabs a box of Kleenex and heads to the ring

RM: This kid is going to ruffle some feathers, Vincent.

VC: Maybe he can ruffle that hair piece of yours to the trash can over there - you look ridiculous, Ronny!

RM: What are you, 12?

VC: WET WILLIE!!

RM: GET THAT OUT OF MY EAR!! Just go to the ring!

As Shawn makes his way to ringside, he is handing out Kleenex to fans. Upon entering the ring, he grabs a mic and begins to speak.

"Well well well, it's finally here. The debut of PWG and you fans get to see the most beautiful wrestler there is."

Heavy boos

"Now let's get right to it. Tonight I am facing Emo. A man or should I say...kid, who is"

Shawn begins to mockingly cry while using the kleenex to dry his eyes

"In touch with his emotions."

"Joe, get out here! It's time for you to grow up. And what better place to do it then right here, right now at Legends Are Born."

Throwing the box of kleenex down

"Now quit your crying and come out here and face a real man."

Shawn drops the mic and waits in a crouched position.

RM: Braxton is certainly getting into the head of Emo Kid Joe here, but we'll see how things pan out when this one gets underway.

"Song I Scream" by State of Shock blasts over the PA system and after a few seconds, Emo Kid Joe emerges.

The house lights glint off his familiar 'Emo Glasses' as he makes his way slowly to the ring, with his head bowed.

VC: This guy is super emotional, Ronny... I tell ya what, if he can parlay his emotions into physicality, he'll have one heck of a career in PWG!

He reaches the ring and rolls up into it, before standing in a corner and breathing in and out heavily, seemingly pretending to cry. Then he throws his 'Emo Glasses' into the front row and climbs the turnbuckle to hold his arms up to the fans who respond with boos and jeers.

Climbing down, he slumps moodily in the corner and awaits the opening bell.

RM: You know, these guys seem perfect for each other... what a couple of maroons.

VC: I'm telling them you said that! I'm close personal friends with these guys - they adore me!

RM: Adore you like the plague...

Troy Griffin: This next contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, to my left... he weighs in at 232 pounds, and comes to us from Midland, Texas. He is Shawn "The Beauty" Braxton! *a solidly negative reaction from the crowd, while Shawn taunts the crowd from the second rope* And his opponent, to my right; weighing in at 176 pounds, from Albuquerque, New Mexico - Emo Kid Joe! *Joe pulls himself up out of the corner, while the crowd showers him with jeers as well. He looks around, wipes away a tear, and gets ready for the match*

They shake hands in the cnter of the ring - Braxton pulls Joe in, and now the two of them are jawing with one another in the center. They let go of the handshake, still yacking back and forth - and Braxton shoves Joe! Joe comes back and rocks Braxton with a forearm shot, and Shawn responds with the same! They're going back and forth - oh, a rake to the eyes from Braxton!

RM: This guy's ALREADY fighting dirty!

He connects with a forearm shot, while Joe backs off, rubbing his eyes. Shawn grabs him by the hair and slams a big arm over his back, as Joe continues to walk around the ring. Shawn hits a quick kick to the back of Joe's leg, causing The Emo One to limp a bit. This serves two purposes, as it not only keeps Joe grounded, but also sets up for Shawn's "Heart Attack" leg submission hold. He hits another swift kick to the back of Joe's knee - but Joe spins around and connects with a kick of his own to Shawn's leg! Shawn kicks him in the thigh, and Joe responds with a kick of his own! Another kick from Shawn, and Joe comes back with yet another one! A third kick to the thigh from Shawn - but Joe opts for a forearm blow, catching Shawn off guard and sending him reeling back.

VC: Smart, smart move from Joe. Maybe his Emo-Sense knew Braxton wasn't going to be expecting a forearm.

RM: Excuse me... "Emo-Sense?"

VC: Yeah, you know... like Spidey Sense, except for Emo Kid Joe.

RM: *heavy sigh* Lord help me...

Joe moves in for another one, knocking Shawn into the corner. He whips "The Beauty" into the far corner and charges in, hitting a flying splash! Shawn stumbles out of the corner - and Joe runs at him, nailing a huuuuge kick to the back of his leg! Shawn falls down on his back and Joe drops an elbow - Shawn rolls out of the way! He gets up and drops a knee - but Joe rolls away as well! Both men are up and Joe charges - Shawn ducks a clothesline. Joe runs through to the ropes and comes flying back - he ducks under Shawn's leapfrog, and springs onto the second rope! He flies back with a back elbow - but Shawn nails a dropkick to the back!

RM: WOW! Rapid fire moves from Joe and Shawn, showing these fans just what Pro Wrestling Glory is all about!

VC: But look at Shawn, Ronny - he's favoring that leg Joe was working on.

RM: Correct, Vincent - the damage in this one may already be done.

Shawn yanks Joe up by his hair, getting a warning from referee Johnny Pizzuto. Braxton mouths off to the ref, continuing the hair pulling, until Joe is up to his feet. He connects with a boot to the ribs and now a knee to the chest of Joe. He grabs him by the arm and whips him into the far side. Joe comes back - sleeper hold from Braxton! Not quite a move that we expected to see here, as these two men have been going nonstop in the opening moments of this contest. It appears, though, that Braxton wants to wear down Emo Kid Joe. Joe quickly shifts the weight, and drives an elbow into the stomach of Braxton. One is all he decides, though, because he wraps his arms around Braxton and... a big backdrop suplex! Shawn hit flat on his back there, putting his weight down to keep Joe from dumping him on his neck.

VC: Quick thinking from Braxton!

RM: Certainly. He shifted his weight so he would land flat on his back, rather than getting spiked on the back of his neck. Very smart.

Joe shakes the effects of those last couple of moves off, and pulls Shawn up to his feet. He sends him flying into the far ropes and connects with a big leg lariat! Shawn goes down hard and comes back up to a sitting position. Joe runs off of the ropes and returns - he hits a big dropkick to the base of Shawn's neck!

VC: Well, Shawn can forget about saving his neck now!

He pulls Shawn up to his feet again and whips him into the ropes. Joe comes back and Shawn puts his head down - Joe flips over Shawn, back-to-back, and lands on his feet. Shawn spins around - standing hurricanrana from Joe! Shawn gets thrown right out of the ring, and now Joe hits the far ropes! He charges back at Shawn - suicide dive!!

RM: Goodness gracious! He just risked his life to take out his opponent!

VC: These guys are top notch, Ronny, top notch!

RM: Their attitudes aside, I must agree with you, Vincent - these two are outstanding athletes.

Both men are down on the ground, but Joe is getting up first as the crowd applauds his athleticism... and he's screaming at them! Joe claims to be the most emotional wrestler in the sport, and this may be some sort of mood swing. Joe pulls Shawn up to his feet and locks on a front chancery... front layout suplex onto the steel railing! Shawn gets planted stomach first and now Joe is rolling back into the ring. He's climbing the top rope! He's a mad man! The crowd stands up, waiting to see what Joe has in store... he jumps down??

VC: *laughing hysterically* BWAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! Tremendous! Truh-Men-Dus!

RM: Joe is certainly getting into the heads of these fans, and into the head of Shawn Braxton.

The crowd is really letting him have it now, as he moves towards Shawn and drives a forearm uppercut into his face. Shawn lands on his feet in the crowd and Joe quickly pulls him back over the railing, smashing side-first on the ground. Joe picks him up and whips him - WHAM! Right into the steel railing! Joe charges in - Shawn jumps out! He drives his shoulder into Joe and lifts him up - OHH! Hotshot on the steel railing! Joe's throat hits hard on the railing, knocking him down to the ground.

RM: Man, Joe could be out of it! You can't take too many moves like that, Vincent.

VC: Well, duh... that's throat against steel, of course you can't!

RM: And now, once again using his head, Shawn rolls into the ring and right back out to break the count.

VC: Brilliance here from Braxton, Ronny.

He rolls Joe back into the ring, who is now clutching at his throat. Shawn climbs the ropes, spreading his arms out and playing to the crowd, who reply in a negative fashion. Shawn jumps into the ring, slowly moving towards Joe. Joe is starting to get up to his knees, coughing and trying to get air flowing again. Shawn stands over him - he just slapped him across the face! What a show of disrespect! Another slap to the face! Joe is just taking it right now - and now Shawn pie faces him down to the mat. Shawn just laughs to himself, walking around the ring, totally ignoring Joe. He steps up onto the middle ropes, raising his hand and yelling at the fans in the front row, who are yelling right back at the self-proclaimed "Beauty" of PWG. He might want to start paying attention, though, because Emo Kid Joe is getting up behind him!

VC: Shawn! SHAWN! Turn around!

RM: He is making a HUGE mistake, Vincent!

Shawn comes off of the ropes, backing into the ring - and he bumps right into Joe! His facial expression just completely changed and he slowly turns around... only to be met with a huge forearm strike from Joe! Another! A third! Joe is unleashing on Shawn! These are some rapid fire shots from Sha-OH! Braxton just hit an open-hand thrust to Joe's throat! The referee warns Shawn about that shot, but nonetheless, he just took the wind out of Joe's sails once more.

RM: While his tactics may not be the best, Shawn once again takes the upper hand.

He grabs Joe by the head, standing him up, and nails a forearm. He pushes Joe back, then whips him to the ropes. Reversal! Shawn goes in and comes charging back, and Joe drops down to the canvas. Shawn runs over him and Joe pops back up - dropkick to the face of the returning Braxton! Shawn stumbles back up to his feet, while Joe gets up as well. Shawn wobbles towards Joe - boot to the stomach... DDT! Joe plants Shawn and covers - one... two... th.. no! Shawn gets his shoulder up. Joe lifts him back up and bends him down - he's gonna piledrive Shawn! This could be it if he hits it! He lifts Shawn - no, he's kicking his legs and grounds himself again. He pushes Joe's legs, shoving Joe off. Shawn stands up and Joe charges back at him - OH! Shawn just swung a closed fist, but stopped at the last second!

RM: WHOA! Braxton almost violated one of the major Pillars of Glory - he nearly hit Joe with a closed fist!

VC: Its the heat of the moment, Ron, what do you expect??

RM: Well he had better get himself straight again, Vincent, because he almost cost himself BIG.

Johnny Pizzuto is reminding Shawn of the rules - and here comes Joe from behind... hangman's neckbreaker! Shawn gets snapped down, and now Joe is lifting him back up. He's positioning himself by the ropes - he lifts Shawn up... Dashboard Driver '03, coming up - no! Shawn wiggles out of Joe's grip and lands on his feet behind him! He shoves Joe away with a foot, and Joe spins around, charging in - The Rip Off! NO! Joe catches Shawn's superkick attempt and spins him around - waistlock... German suplex, with a bridge! One! Two! THREE!? Joe gets the win out of nowhere!

RM: Joe pins him!

VC: That was nuts! He just hit that suplex out of nowhere, Ron!

Troy Griffin: Here is your winner... Emo Kid Joe!

A rather negative reaction for Emo Kid Joe, who is... he's crying in the corner?! What a ham! Braxton is furious about his loss, and he should be - he got caught out of nowhere, but nonetheless, it was a clean victory.

VC: Man, Braxton is not happy... but then again... is Joe?? He's like a leaky faucet over there, Ronny!

RM: I'm not sure if he's happy he won, or if he's having some sort of mood swing, but that kid needs to see a professional!

VC: You don't know what you're talking about - he's just emotional!

Referee Pizzuto is overseeing this post match situation, where both men finally shake hands, before Shawn makes his quick exit.

VC: A nice show of sportsmanship here, while Joe continues to... well... celebrate, I suppose, inside the ring.

We cut away and Dune is seen sitting on the cement floor of the locker room with his legs sprawled out. Head shots of Bobby Skylark, Troy Fenix and Adrian Lauderdale are in front of him lying on the cement. Dune looks at each of their faces, quickly shifting his focus to a different photo and back at the one's he's already looked at frantically.

Dune: Oh, you're all going to be sorry...

Dune's breathing pattern becomes erratic.

Dune: I'll bet you thought you'd never see my face again, but you were all wrong. You see, I hunted you down. Who knew you'd all stick together after everything that happened... so foolish.

Dune stares down at the headshot of Adrian Lauderdale and picks it up. His hand trembles, causing the picture to shake. Dune begins to speak as blood rushes to his face and a vein begins to protrude from his forehead.

Dune: Dr. Mullin... It was all a game to you. You'd drug me up for your own amusement. Another booster today, Lawrence, you would say with a smile. I may not remember what all you did to me while I was drugged, Mullin, but I remember the laughter, and NOBODY!...

Dune's forehead wrinkles and his eyebrows drop. His nostrils flare and his eyes begin to show the sharp hint of tears. Dune squints his eyes to stop the tears from coming, and says calmly...

Dune: Nobody laughs at me.

Dune drops the picture and picks up the next one over, which is of Bobby Skylark. Dune is deeply disturbed.

Dune: You were always looking out for me huh, Dr. Benson? You were gonna fight for me, get me out of there. We were a team, and you were the only one on my side, but how greed can turn the most noble of men treacherous... You accepted money to desist from proceeding with my claim that I was admitted unjustly... and you left. You quit. You left me on my own... and tonight you pay the price for doing so.

Dune sets down the picture of Skylark, and picks up the one of Troy Fenix. Dune sneers at the picture.

Dune: You were such a man, McKinsie, to attack the defenseless. If there was ever a need for security, you wouldn't be there, because you were too busy abusing the inmates. We were too orderly for you, and there wasn't enough excitement, so you had to make your own. You know I promised you that you would bleed by my hands one day...

Dune takes a deep breath. A grin curls up Dune's left cheek, and tension eases.

Dune: And I've got you all in one ring with me, and today just happens to be...

The grin subsides and Dune slams his right fist into his open left hand providing a loud clap as he says with unbreakable seriousness...

Dune: DUNE'S DAY.

Cut back to the ringside area

VC: Ron?

RM: Yes, Vincent?

VC: He scares me.

RM: Who, Dune?

VC: Yes, Dune! Who else would I be talking about??

RM: Oh, calm down, man! Just don't get on his bad side... he seems just a tad bit unstable for my tastes.

VC: Maybe we can convince the officials in this place to tranquilize him or something...

RM: We'll see, Vincent... let's get up to the ring!

"Hail Mary" by 2Pac begins playing over the PA system, while the crowd awaits "Blockbuster" CJ Rowell. He comes out from behind the curtain, spreading his arms out and receiving a mixed reaction from this audience. He makes his way to the ring, clad in his ring gear and a black hoodie.

VC: I'm not too sure about this guy, Rugged Ronny.

RM: "Rugged Ronny?"

VC: Yeah, that's my name for ya... I figure, you're a pretty old guy so I should endear myself to you before you die. I mean, you probably don't have that many friends, so I suppose I could try and be one.

RM: *clearly not amused* Gee, Vincent... thanks.

VC: Now as I was saying - I'm not sure about Rowell yet, and neither is this crowd. He needs to do something that's gonna either make me hate him, or make me love him.. like this next guy - he killed a ref!

Rowell slides into the ring, taking off his hoodie, getting prepped for his opponent. With no music whatsoever, "The Thailand Murderer" Wreck makes his way out from the back. There is a portion of the crowd applauding Wreck, while the rest of the place is just staring at this intense monster.

RM: He has his sights set on Rowell, Vincent!

VC: This guy could be something special, Ronny - as I said before, he killed a referee in Thailand!

RM: It was an accident, Vincent! His opponent dodged a kick and he hit the ref. killing him.

VC: He's banned there now, y'know.

RM: Yes, I know, I've read all about him.

VC: I think this guy and Dune should meet... that'd be interesting. Interesting and creepy...

Troy Griffin: This contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in tonight at 240 pounds, coming from Boston, Massachussetts: "Blockbuster" CJ Rowell! *a mixed reaction from the crowd, as Rowell raises his hands to the audience* And his opponent... weighing 309 pounds, and fighting out of Port Arthur, Australia: "The Thailand Murderer" Wreck! *the crowd gives another mixed reaction - this time its awed silence mixed with applause, while a small portion chants "Murderer" at Wreck, who keeps his eyes focused on Rowell*

RM: They're led into the center of the ring, where they have a quick handshake before this one gets underway.

Rowell is circling around, it looks as though he wants to start this one with a standard collar and elbow tie up. Wreck, on the other hand, is just staring him down, not budging an inch. Rowell charges in at Wreck - and gets grabbed by the throat! Wreck is choking CJ, pushing him back into the corner. He yanks him out - OHH! He just threw Rowell across the ring by the throat! Rowell crashes and burns on the canvas, as Wreck slowly walks over towards him.

VC: WHOA! What a beast, Ronny!

He picks him up and slams one of those huge arms down across CJ's back. He drops to his knees, but Wreck pulls him back up and backs him into the ropes. He whips him to the far side, but CJ ducks a clothesline! He runs through to the far ropes and Wreck turns around - met with a shoulder block that moves neither man! Rowell hits the ropes again and goes - another shoulderblock, but nobody moves! CJ hits the ropes again and charges back - OH! Roundhouse kick out of nowhere from Wreck! He extended his leg waaaay up there and connects straight with the head and chest of CJ

RM: There it is, the kickboxing background of Wreck is already coming out!

Rowell is down on the mat, clutching his head, but Wreck pulls him back up to his feet nonetheless. He hooks his arm - and nails a huge hiptoss, sending Rowell halfway across the ring! Rowell rolls through to his feet, clutching his lower back... but here comes Wreck! BAM! A straight thrust kick to the back of the head, and Rowell eats canvas!

VC: *chuckling, impressed* What a monster, Ronny! This guy is just taking control!

He axe kicks the back of Rowell, who rolls towards the ropes. He exits the ring, and Wreck just stands inside, this mountain of a man awaiting his opponent's re-entry.

RM: Smart from Rowell here, who is taking some time to get himself together.

VC: Not a bad idea - but listen to these people!

RM: They're chanting "Murderer" at Wreck, but he's not sure how to take it.

VC: That's a lot more people chanting than it was before, too, Ronny.

RM: Wreck seems a little thrown off, not sure if these chants are to get behind him, or to get under his skin.

Wreck has placed his hands on his ears, trying to drown them out... and that's the perfect opportunity for Rowell! He slides in from behind Wreck and hits a running knee to the lower back! He quickly spins Wreck around, and he's unloading with forearm blow after forearm blow to the head! Wreck is dazed, and now Rowell whips him into the ropes. He comes back - falling, charging clothesline from Rowell! Wreck hits the mat hard, and CJ is immediately up, running to the ropes - hiiiiigh leg drop! He got some serious air on that one, but he's up to his feet again! This time he bounces up to the second rope and leaps off - oh! A double kneedrop, perfectly placed to the head of Wreck! CJ pops up and lets out a scream, while this crowd applauds a firey comeback!

RM: Man, Rowell has this crowd eating out of the palm of his hand!

VC: Well, most of them, Ron...

RM: That's true... a number of these fans are still solidly behind Wreck, booing the efforts of CJ.

He pulls Wreck to his feet, who is doubled over at the moment... oh! A knee strike from CJ, taking a page out of Wreck's kickboxing book. He hits a second one, and Wreck breaks away, stumbling towards the ropes, holding his face. Rowell stays on him, though, grabbing him by the head and connecting with a powerful European uppercut. Wreck is finding himself in a position here that I'm not sure he's too used to, but CJ is definitely taking full advantage of the situation. He grabs Wreck's arm and applies an armbar, stepping on the back of the big man's knee to bring him down. CJ keeps a foot on the leg, applying more pressure with some leverage. OH! Out of nowhere, he just kneed Wreck in the face!

VC: MAN! Rowell is relentless!

RM: Maybe he should have been a little more cautious, Vincent - that knee just snapped Wreck out of this momentary slump!

Wreck just reached up with his free arm and grabbed CJ by the throat! He's powering up to his feet now and... he lifts CJ into the air - chokeslam! Wreck is angry now, and he's going to take out some more frustrations on CJ Rowell! He pulls him up to his feet, and he's going for a suplex - a stalling vertical suplex! Wreck is holding him up there - waita.. what?! OHH! He just turned a stalling vertical suplex into a backbreaker across his knee!

RM: My God! What a devastating maneuver!

VC: This crowd is getting behind Wreck more and more... what a dweeb, Ronny!

RM: A dweeb?! Why??

VC: He needs to harness that anger and use it, not try and get these fans to like him!

RM: I don't think Wreck really cares either way, Vincent - he's just out for blood.

Wreck whips him into the corner and he hits hard. Wreck charges in - running Yakuza kick! Rowell is out on his feet, but Wreck grabs him and presses him hiiiiiiigh over head! He turns around for the crowd to see and now - drops him into a quick powerslam! Wreck pops back up to his feet and backs into the ropes. He comes back and drops his elbow across the chest of CJ, going for a quick pin. Rowell gets out at two, and "The Thailand Murderer" brings him back to his feet. Wreck just slaps CJ across the face now, connecting with those big hands. He slaps him again, and now he whips him to the ropes. WRECKING BALL! NO! Rowell ducks Wreck's big boot, and he grabs Wreck's other leg - he pulls the big man face-first onto the mat!

VC: Nice counter, CJ!

RM: He's hooking Wreck up now... Muta Lock on the big man!

VC: CJ is well traveled, Ronny, and he's using a move he must have picked up during one of his tours of the Orient.

RM: A vicious submission situation for Wreck, and it may just be a matter of time now.

CJ is certainly putting the hurt on Wreck here, and I'm not so sure that he can find a way out of this hold. Rowell is definitely determined to either make Wreck submit here, or just damage his body and weaken him. The ref is in there, checking to see if Wreck wants to throw in the towel, but he is staying strong.

RM: Oh, now I don't understand this at all - CJ let go of the hold!

VC: That's gonna be a mistake, Ron... mark my words.

CJ kicks him in the back, then drops an elbow across his spine. It certainly looks as though Rowell is softening up Wreck for his Running Colt .45, if he can actually lift the big man up. CJ brings Wreck back to a vertical position, and he locks him in an abdominal stretch... no, an octopus hold! He's got Wreck tied up once again, trying to force the former kickboxer to give up. Wreck is already trying to wriggle out of this one - CJ is off balance, and has to take his leg off of Wreck's head and neck, and place it back on the ground... to which Wreck uses a hip throw to break the hold! CJ gets up quick and runs at Wreck - and gets met with a spinning back elbow! Wreck lifts him again and whips him into the ropes - a spin heel kick to the ribs doubles CJ over, and Wreck runs to the ropes. He charges back, right at Rowell - knee strike!!

RM: Wreck uses those legs like weapons, Vincent! Any more of those shots to the head, and Rowell is going to be done for!

CJ collapses to the mat, and Wreck is standing proud above his fallen opponent! He drags a thumb across his throat - he's telling us that its over! This crowd is chanting "Mur-Der-Er" at Wreck once again, and he's losing his focus! He's pointing into the crowd, screaming at the fans!

RM: No, Wreck - focus! I think they're showing admiration for the big man, not hate!

VC: What a big goof, Ronny! He's losing his mind!

RM: He needs to regain his composure - CJ is getting time to recover

Wreck snaps out of it and sets his sites on CJ, but what started as a small section is now most of the building chanting at Wreck! He's waiting for CJ to stand up, he looks poised to go for that Wrecking Ball, big boot - the move that killed a referee in Thailand. CJ gets up and spins around, facing Wreck - he charges... wait, he just stopped and spun around, glaring into this crowd again!

VC: Oh, just give it up! You're hopeless!

Wreck turns around... STUTTER KICK! Rowell hits his superkick, and it takes the big man down! He hooks both legs and covers... one - two - three! Rowell gets the win!

VC: HAH! Yeah, baby!

Troy Griffin: Here is your winner: "Blockbuster" CJ Rowell!

RM: I've got to think that's an upset win for Rowell, Vincent!

VC: Pssshhh, whatev... Wreck's a moron - he can't keep his head straight for more than two minutes.

RM: Well, let's see if he keeps things straight here. He's starting to get to his feet, and Rowell is waiting for him.

VC: This big goon better uphold The Pillars, Ronny...

RM: Rowell extends his hand - and Wreck excepts!

VC: That surprises me.

RM: Wreck immediately gets out of here, though - he is not happy with his loss, Vincent!

( We find ourselves backstage, with "The Original Gangster" Adrian Lauderdale, and his fiancee Lena D., and it looks like Lena is trying to prepare Adrian for his matchup. )

Lena D: Are you ready for this, baby?

Adrian Lauderdale: Ready? I'm more than ready to take on these little chumps, that call themselves worthy of Pro Wrestling Glory. There's nothin' that's going to throw me off. Not now. I've come too far for this, yo. Way too far!

Lena D: That's the attitude you need. *she paused a moment* Did you get a hold of....well, you know?

Adrian Lauderdale: You bet I did. *Adrian smirked* He's comin' here, tonight. He'll be here at 'Legends are Born', one way or another.

Lena D: *Smiles* I can't wait.

Adrian Lauderdale: I ain't fully focused on him though, I know what he's gunna be doin', boo. I'm concernin' myself with these dudes who think they have this match won. Sure, we're all in it for one reason, glory. But honestly, who needs more glory? The Original Gangster already is a legend! This is just goin' to add to it. I still have trouble believin' these guys think they stand a chance against me...it's insane!

Lena D: You know what you're capible of. Don't you worry, you've got it won before you even go out there!

Adrian Lauderdale: You're cocky, boo, I think I'm feelin' that...

( Adrian put his arm around Lena, as our scene fades out. )

VC: Awww... now what a sweet couple that is, Ronny...

RM: What on Earth is a "boo?!"

VC: Yo, Ronny, you be outta touch, broham... ya'll needs ta find yoself-

RM: Alright, alright... just stop it.

VC: Pssssshhhhhh...

RM: Seriously, though, Vincent - who is this man Adrian said is coming here tonight?

VC: Ronny, ya'll think I be tellin' ya'll that? Pssssshhhh, you be straight trippin', dawg...

RM: I hate you, Vincent...

We go up to the ring for our next contest. The arena lights dim and a red spotlight shines down upon the entryway. "Jump In The Fire" by Metallica starts jamming throughout the arena as Bryan Summers steps out from the curtain and into view. Summers stretches his arms out to the crowd, and now begins high-fiving along the way to the ring.

VC: Oh, what a cheeeeeeesy way to get some fans. Yes, let's give high fives! Maybe next he'll give away a pair of sunglasses...

RM: You have a real problem, don't you?

VC: The only problem I have here, Ronny, is a hundred fifty pound lump of old skin who smells like some strange mixture of moth balls and tomato soup.

RM: *long pause* You're talking about me, aren't you?

VC: You got it, baby!

Summers reclines against a turnbuckle in the corner, and "Bad Little Doggie" by Gov't Mule begins to play. Out comes Mark Sherrick, with no frills whatsoever. He pauses to survey the crowd, and then begins to walk to the ring.

RM: This young man is all business, Vincent.

VC: That's why Captain Wonder here is gonna dismantle little Bryan Summers.

RM: Captain Wonder?

VC: You don't research the talent at all, do you, Ronny?

RM: As a matter of fact I do, but this "Captain Wonder" monicker is a thing of the past.

VC: So're you, but you're still around.

RM: I hate you...

Troy Griffin: This contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing 257 pounds and hailing from Woburn, Massachusetts - "Wildfire" Bryan Summers! *the crowd cheers for Summers, who turns around and raises his hands to them* His opponent, weighing in at 206 pounds, from Hartford, Connecticut: Mark Sherrick! *Sherrick remains focused on Summers, not budging, while the crowd showers him with boos*

RM: Summers is the bigger man, Vincent, and he needs to use that to his advantage.

VC: Sherrick is more focused than Summers ever could be, Ronny - "Wildfire" doesn't stand a chance.

RM: We'll see about that. They shake hands in the center, and we're off!

They're circling in the center of the ring, sizing each other up before making any physical contact. They lock it up, but Summers quickly shoves Sherrick down to the mat.

RM: There's the size, Vincent...

Sherrick gets back to his feet and the two men begin circling once more. Another tie up - no, Sherrick ducks behind. Waistlock, and now he slides down, taking Summers' legs out from under him. Sherrick twists the legs of Summers, and now he applies an STF in the center!

VC: And there's the focus, "Rugged" Ronny!

Summers is trying to push out of it, but as he does, Sherrick applies more pressure to the hold. Summers is trying to reach towards the ropes, but even at his size, he just can't grab them. He's reaching up towards Sherrick now... and he's pulling Sherrick's arms off of him! Before Summers can get too far, though, Sherrick releases the hold, leaps to his feet, and drops an elbow across the neck of Summers. He picks Bryan up to his feet and whips him into the far ropes. Summers comes back - and Sherrick connects with a big dropkick to the knee!

RM: A wise move that serves dual purposes; one, to take the big man off of his feet, and two, to setup for the Hunter Breaker.

Sherrick is up and grabs the leg of Summers, twisting it with spinning toe hold. He's putting the pressure on Sherrick again here, who finds himself in an awkward position, grounded by a smaller man. Sherrick spins around with it again, wrenching on the knee. Summers reaches up - he's able to grab Sherrick's head and pulls him close - BAM! He connects with the point of his elbow!

RM: This guy is big, Vincent!

VC: He was just able to reach and elbow his way out of a spinning toe hold... he's freakish! Get him outta there!

Sherrick stumbles back as Summers gets to his feet, favoring his left leg. He nails Sherrick with a hard elbow shot to the jaw, knocking him into the corner. He reaches in and grabs Sherrick, whipping him to the far side. He hits hard and Summers charges - connecting with a devastating back elbow in the corner! He runs to the opposite ropes as Sherrick stumbles into the center of the ring. Summers comes flying back - flying clothesline! Sherrick gets rocked with that one, and Summers gets back to his feet. He pulls Sherrick up and drives a big boot into the stomach. Summers is locking up Sherrick - he's going for a pumphandle slam! He lifts Sherrick up - OHH! He just nailed him with the Back Draft, his pumphandle belly to back suplex!

VC: What?!

RM: It's gonna be all over, and early!

Sherrick lands hard with that one, and Summers floats over for the cover, hooking the leg. He gets one - two - and Sherrick gets the shoulder up.

VC: Yes! Sherrick stays alive!

Summers pulls Sherrick up and sends him into the far corner. Summer charges in - Sherrick sends him up and over the top rope! Summers manages to land on his feet on the apron - oh! Sherrick just smashed him face-first into the metal connecting the turnbuckle and the post! Sherrick runs to the ropes and comes back - he jumps to the adjacent middle rope... springboard and a twist out to Summers... tornado DDT!! He just DDT'd him off of the apron, and to the arena floor!

RM: Oh my word! What a blow!

VC: "Oh my word?" You are such a huge tool...

RM: Nevertheless, Sherrick is back in the ring, while Summers is still down outside.

VC: He's not, uh.. he's not moving, Ron...

RM: He certainly isn't...

The ref jumps out of the ring now, checking on Summers... oh no, he's calling for more help. The other referees are running down, with EMTs behind them. Sherrick is just looking on from inside the ring while the tend to Bryan Summers on the floor.

RM: This is bad... this is very bad, Vincent.

VC: We were going so good here tonight, and yeah, I reem these guys in and out when they're out here, but no one wants to see this..

RM: Vincent, that's a great thing to say-

VC: SUUCCCCCKKKKEEEERRRRRR! Get that gimp outta here - we got some wrestling to do!

RM: Oh, come on! You are sick! You're sick!

Troy Griffin: *a little thrown off* Here is your winner, by way of forfeit... Mark Sherrick!

RM: This one has ended tragically, folks. Hopefully Bryan Summers has not sustained any career or life threatening injuries here. He's being taken to the back on a stretcher, with EMTs and owner of Pro Wrestling Glory, Corey Collins, right by his side. The crowd is just stunned at what they've seen here, and Mark Sherrick is just in awe.

VC: I would be too! He just took a man out, Ronny - he's dangerous! Mark Sherrick is the most dangerous man in Pro Wrestling Glory!

RM: Oh, give it a rest! A man is injured right now!

VC: And its all because of Mark Sherrick! Get doooooown with yo bad self, Marky!

RM: You really are troubled, Vincent...

{The scene cuts backstage to Chip Masters, who is jigging up and down, psyched up and angry!! He seems to have a lot on his mind.}

'The American Champion' Chip Masters:- ...Last week, in Japan, where I, Chip Masters, staked my reputation, I DID NOT LOSE TO THAT SKYFART!!! It was the biggest rip off, I have ever seen in my life. You see, that's the one major problem, that these Japanese feds have, is that they tend to edit their footage. Now, what actually happened was, admittedly, Skywalker gave me a great match, he showed me some interesting moves I haven't seen in some years...BUT...HE DID NOT BEAT ME!!! The footage that you people saw was boycotted, it was...it was edited to the extreme, because I clearly saw that kid tap out in front of the Japanese population!!! And I will be appealing my case to the board of directors here, because there is no way, that I am going to have my blood, sweat and tears, flushed down the toilet, by some amount of foreignly freaked footage!!! 

But that's beside the point, because anybody who knows Chip Masters knows, that I am not a man for complaining, oh no!! I can cut the fat with the fit, and I will make sure, that although I was bothered by what happened out in Japan, although I was upset, that you people were forced to watch a lie on your own televisions screens, involving yours truly, that makes more of a man out of me. That means, I will work doubly hard, to make the parents, the children, the fans of Pro Wrestling Glory, that much more proud, of Your American Champion!! *Chip feeds a milk drinking grin*

AND IT STARTS TONIGHT!!!

Joshua Frampton, protégé of Johnny "I get high on Beta Blockers" Storm!! Let me just say, right off the bat, that if you're anything like your master, if he has you on a lead, and has taught you all of the tricks he knows, then you better not bother showing up tonight. I'm sure John has told you a thousand times in training..."Oooh I beat Chip once!! Yeah I made him tap out!! Oooh it was the happiest day of my life, until I discovered Vaseline!!" Well, he beat me, yes, it's true. But beat me once, shame on you, beat me twice, shame on me!! You see, when Storm beat me, I followed him up, I learned his A-Z's, I figured him out punch for kick, hold for submission. I made sure to study Jon Storm, until I was more familiar with him, than he was himself. I pre-empted his moves, I discovered his style, his likes and dislikes, I studied what he was studying, and I would be doing it months before he was. I am a true student of the game, and let me tell you something, if you're just Jon Storm CC, then I suggest you C yourself out of the arena, before you are humbly humiliated!  

{Chip glares at the camera, his eyes filled with intensity...}

'The American Champion' Chip Masters:- ...Tonight, I'm going to teach you things, that Jon Storm could only have dreams about. I'm going to show you how to wrestle...I'll give you the 411, and you know the best part about it...it'll be all free.

Welcome to a Chip Masters Class!!!

You're about to graduate, with a signed and certified...

...MASTERS DEGREE!!!!!!!!!

{Chip sniggers once more and then makes his way to the ring...}

We're back in the arena now, where "Keep Away" by Godsmack begins to play over the PA system. Chip Masters appears at the entrance way, and this crowd is already on his case. He's making his way to the ring wearing a huge grin on his face, while this crowd boos him the entire way. He leaps into the ring, and now he's yelling out to the fans, trying to get them to stand up... they're not doing it, though!

VC: Oh, how disrespectful! Stand up! Show some respect!

RM: For what? He's a loud mouth jerk who pushes people around!

VC: Well, that's America! He can afford to be a loud mouth, because he knows he's the best in the World!

RM: If he's so good, why did he lose to Bobby Skylark in Japan?

VC: You heard him! That tape, that film was doctored! He's a Real American Hero!

RM: No, that's GI Joe...

VC: Your mom's GI Joe...

RM: *terribly confused* Wha???

[We cut backstage, and right before his entrance, we see Joshua Frampton quickly throwing on his elbow pads, before stretching out each arm and shoulder quickly, and we watch him leave the locker room, heading towards the entrance, just in time for "At The End Of August" by 36 Crazyfists begin to play. Joshua walks out, quickly joined by Hilary Bennett. The two make their way down the aisle, slapping hands with the occasional fan.]

RM: Now here's a guy we can get behind - he's just a pure athlete trying to make it in the big time, Vincent.

VC: Yeah, plus, he's a complete moron.

RM: You have a real problem...

VC: This guy's a joke! Just wait and see - he's gonna get stretched by Chip Masters tonight!

Troy Griffin: This contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 215 pounds, from Greenwich, Connecticut... *suddenly, Chip Masters rushes over to Troy, whispering in his ear. Troy seems a little taken back as Chip backs away, keeping his eye on the announcer* He... he is the "Greatest American Example Alive Today"-

RM: Oh, come on!

Troy Griffin: *Masters now has the World's biggest smile on his face* This is "The American Champion" Chip Masters! *the crowd SHOWERS Masters with boos, which he soaks up in the ring. He's trying to get them to rise to their feet and respect him, but the crowd wants nothing to do with that* His opponent, accompanied to the ring by Hilary Bennett... he weighs in at 240 pounds and comes to us from San Luis Obispo, California: Joshua "The Purist" Frampton! *the crowd cheers Frampton, who keeps his eyes locked on Masters. Hilary exits the ring*

RM: These two are staring each o ther down in the center of the ring. They've got to shake hands before starting here, though.

VC: Of course Chip will shake - he's an American role model!

RM: Well, Frampton has his hand extended, but Masters isn't shaking!

VC: Give him time, he's looking for an opening.

RM: An opening for a hand shake?

VC: Yeah - see! There he goes, he shakes Frampton's grubby hand!

The two shake - oh! Back leg trip from Masters, keeping a hold of that arm. He rolls Frampton over and turns it into a hammerlock, grinding Frampton's face into the mat. Masters is really wrenching this hold on, as Frampton swings his leg up, planting his foot and rising to his feet. Back to a vertical standpoint, Frampton reaches back and grabs Chip's head. He leaps into the air - snapmare take over! Masters hangs onto the arm, though, and now he chicken wings Frampton's other arm on the mat!

RM: Tremendous technical prowess from Masters!

Masters lets go of the hammerlock, instead opting for a half nelson while he continues the chicken wing on the left arm of Frampton. Joshua is getting up to his feet again, looking for a way out of this predicament. He's power that right arm out of the half nelson!

RM: Joshua will not be denied - he's got to be evenly matched with Masters!

VC: NOBODY is evenly matched with The Chipper, old man!

He spins around Masters and now has him in a back waistlock! He lifts him into the air, slamming him back down to the mat, chest first. Frampton floats over into a front facelock, trapping Chip on the mat. Masters is getting up, or trying to at least... Frampton is just laying there! Chip is on his feet, but Frampton is on the mat, forcing Chip's head and neck into an uneasy position. Masters comes back down to his knees, while Frampton comes up to one knee. Chip wraps his arms around the waist of Joshua, standing up once again, bringing his opponent with him this time. He lifts Joshua up in an attempted Northern Lights Suplex, but Joshua tightens the lock on the front facelock and stays on his feet! Joshua lifts a knee, driving it into Chip's chest. He nails him a second time, and Chip lets go of Frampton. Joshua quickly lets go of Chip and takes him down with a drop toe hold. He rolls over Chip's back and into a headlock on the mat, once again trapping "The American Champion."

RM: A round of applause from this crowd, appreciating the abilities of both men.

VC: What Chip is doing here, Ronny, is allowing Frampton to fall into a false sense of security.

RM: Oh, really?

VC: Yeah, and that's when he'll break loose and tear the kid apart, limb from limb!

RM: We'll have to wait and see how that turns out, Vincent.

Chip swivels his hips, moving to his side and swings his legs up - headscissors locked on Frampton. Joshua is trying to snap himself out of the hold, but Masters has his legs tightly locked around the neck of his adversary. Frampton rolls over onto his feet, standing up in front of Masters with his head still locked in the hold. Frampton is pushing down on Masters' knees, trying to separate them and break from this hold... and he does! Basement dropkick - no, Masters swerves out of the way! Frampton crashes and burns that time, as Masters gets back to his feet. Joshua is quick to follow but gets cracked across the face with a big Chip Masters forearm. A second one connects, and now Masters drives a knee into the stomach of Frampton. He runs to the ropes and comes charging back - flipping neckbreaker on Frampton!

VC: Ha-haaah, see?? I told ya!

RM: You may be right, Vincent.

A well-crafted move from Masters, who rolls Frampton over onto his stomach and slaps on an armbar. He's pulling back pretty hard on this one, trying to snap Frampton's elbow! Joshua is trying to squirm out of it, but Masters has a severe leverage advantage here, using his veteran knowledge to keep Frampton planted. Masters swings around and turns this armbar into a top wristlock, placing a boot on the back of Frampton's head. He's just adding insult here, folks! He's got the arm locked up and he's driving Joshua's head right into the canvas. Masters is taunting Frampton now, verbally assaulting him while he holds him down on the mat. This crowd is trying to get behind Frampton, as his manager Hilary leads them in a chant of "Let's Go Frampton!"

VC: Oh, come on! How pathetic!

RM: What's pathetic??

VC: That broad at ringside, get her out of here! That shrill voice is killing my ears!

RM: Maybe you should just focus on the match at hand, Vincent - because Frampton is getting back up!

Frampton pushes himself up with one hand, and Masters still has his boot on the side of his head! Joshua is lifting Masters right leg along with his own body, and now Masters slams the boot down on the mat. Frampton is up on his feet - standing backflip breaks the hold - and a quick dropkick to Masters' lower back! Chip flies forward, crashing to his knees. Frampton charges into the ropes and right back at the rising Masters - flying back elbow! Masters goes down, and Frampton kips up to his feet!

RM: How's that for a false sense of security??

VC: It's all a part of the game plan, Ronny...

Joshua pulls Chip up and sends him into the corner, letting him hit hard chest first. Chip is stumbling out, and Joshua charges in - OH! He just cleaned Masters' clock with a charging forearm shot to the jaw! Masters got hit so hard, he flew right back into the corner and now he collapses to the mat! Frampton is dragging Masters to the center of the ring. He looks across this arena and shouts "It's over!" He picks up Masters and double underhooks him - J-DRILLER!

RM: Some game plan - it's all over, Vincent!

VC: Liar!

One - two... no, Masters BARELY gets out before a three count!

VC: Yeah, Ronny! *nervous* All a part, uh, all a part of the plan! He'll get him! Just you wait and see!

RM: *chuckling* Right, Vincent...

Frampton pulls Masters up to a sitting position and runs to the ropes, behind "The American Champion." He comes charging back - flipping neck snap on Masters! Chip is rolling around, holding the back of his neck, while Frampton gets to his feet once again. He yanks Chip to his feet and connects with an open-hand uppercut. Chip falls back into the ropes and Frampton whips him to the far side. Chip comes charging back and ducks Frampton's attempted crescent kick! He floats behind Frampton and waistlocks him - release German suplex! Frampton just got planted on the back of his neck, and now both men lay on the canvas!

VC: There it is! Just when you think he's out, Chip pulls something out and gets right back in!

RM: Well he better be able to pull out more than that, Vincent, because the referee is laying down a ten count on these two.

VC: Now why would he get up right away? He's smart - he's gonna lay there and rest up before he has to get to his feet.

RM: Well, that is certainly an idea I never thought of before, and if that actually is Masters' intention, then more power to him.

Masters gets up at the referee's seven count, and stumbles over towards Frampton. He grabs him and rolls him back towards the center of the ring. Wait, what's he doing?? He's sticking his head out of the ring and jawing back and forth with Hilary!

RM: Now come on, what's the point of this??

VC: She's annoying, Ronny - he's gonna do us all a favor and shut her up!

RM: OH! He just shoved her!

VC: BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!

RM: Disgusting! That is disgusting! He should be fined for those actions!

VC: Oh, get off it, Ronny! She's at ringside, she knows the risks of getting involved-

RM: But she didn't DO anything!

VC: She's with Joshua Frampton - that's enough to warrant any kind of physical repercussion.

RM: That's just what Masters is gonna get - Frampton is up inside!

Masters comes back inside and turns around - Frampton charges! WHAM! Frampton charges at Masters, and with a scream, nails him with a diving forearm, taking both men to the outside! Frampton immediately gets up and goes to check on Hilary, who assures him that she's fine. He turns his attention back to Masters, pulling him up to his feet. A grab of the arm and - bam! Masters gets up close and personal with the steel ring post! He stumbles backwards, towards Frampton - and gets met with a hard forearm shot to the base of the neck! Masters crumbles to his knees, and Frampton quickly shoots him back into the ring. Joshua slides back in as well, once again hurrying to pull Masters to his feet. He connects with a forearm shot, and now drives his shoulder into Masters stomach. He runs him back into the corner, and now he lifts him up, sitting him on the top rope. Frampton is scaling the ropes, and stands on the top. This entire building just rose to its feet! Frampton carefully hooks both arms of Masters up.. he's going for a butterfly superplex!

RM: If he hits this, it'll be all over!

VC: Not a chance - not gonna happen!

RM: Masters is blocking it-

VC: Attaboy!

RM: OH! A back headbutt from Masters into Frampton's stomach and chest - and now he shoves Joshua back into the ring!

Joshua is getting back to his feet and Masters leaps - flying clothesline from the top rope! He just completely flipped Frampton over - he landed on his stomach! Masters leaps back up to his feet and grabs a hold of Frampton. He rocks him with a forearm shot, and another quick one as well. Frampton is whipped into the ropes and comes flying back - met with a big Chip Masters spinebuster! Masters stands back up, hanging onto Frampton's legs... he positions himself and - slingshot into the corner! No! Frampton lands on the second rope! Masters gets back to his feet and Frampton leaps off - twisting cross body block! No, Masters catches him! He turns him around, positioning Frampton over his shoulder. He backs into the corner and charges out - running powerslam... no, Frampton drops behind - full nelson... OHH!!! Tiger suplex!! He hit it out of nowhere! Masters is dazed, but rolled right over from his neck to his knees. Frampton hurries over towards him and takes hold... powerbomb - into an Ace Crusher! He calls that Purity, and he just cleaned Masters' clock! Frampton covers - one! Two! Three!!

VC: NO!!

RM: YES! Frampton gets the win!

VC: LIE! CHEAT! Foot on the rope!

RM: They're in the center of the ring!

VC: Shoulder up!

RM: He's out cold!

VC: He pulled the tights!

RM: Vincent, he did no such thing - Frampton beats Masters, who is now 0 and 2 against PWG superstars!

Troy Griffin: Here is your winner: Joshua "The Purist" Frampton!

Hilary is helping Frampton up, who is spent after an amazing battle against Chip Masters. Masters is slowly getting up, favoring the back of his head.

RM: He's gotta shake, Vincent..

VC: Yeah, yeah...

RM: Frampton is waiting - and there it is!

VC: See, a man of honor! A man of prestige! A man of - OH! *Vincent begins laughing*

RM: Oh, come on!

Masters suckered Frampton into a reverse Russian legsweep, and now he's got Frampton Seein' Stars and Stripes in the center of the ring!

RM: The match is over, get out of here!

VC: Tremendous!

Hilary is trying to pull Masters off, and he finally lets go when Referee Alex Kimsey gets in his face. Masters stares down Hilary, chuckling to himself, as he leaves the ringside area.

Troy Fenix can be seen pacing in his locker room. His jaw clenched tight and his face locked in mental preparation. He tosses a piece of foil on the ground and slips a thin green piece of gum into his mouth and begins chewing it, still very focused, chewing almost angrily. He continues pacing, breathing steadily.

Tonight. Tonight marks the inaugural event for Pro Wrestling Glory. Legends Are Born, here tonight. I am here for my love of this sport, to meet the very best this sport has to offer. And here I am, moments away from a match with three other men, who couldn't even lick my boots clean. I am here for Pro Wrestling. To better myself. To go down in history as the greatest professional wrestler of our time. Those three are here for Glory. Not least of those, Bobby Skylark. He wants to be flashy. He doesn't respect this business and those that came before him. He chose to start a fight with me. A fight is exactly what he's going to get. Both tonight, and at Smashed Into Pieces. After him, it'll be all about the PWG Title. From the ashes, a Fenix is born. And that Fenix…is me.

RM: Alright, folks, we're gonna hand this one over to our colleagues from Super Japan Pro Wrestling to call this next contest. Its a tag team grudge match, and its coming right up!

Ken Otaku: Greetings fans! I am Ken Otaku, and with me is my fellow broadcaster, Akira Ono. We are honored that Super Japan Pro Wrestling was invited to be a part of this groundbreaking event, and hope we have a great tag team contest for the fans here in Illinois tonight!

Akira Ono: You're right Otaku! We didn't just pick two teams at random for this event. Super Japan chose two teams that have some history behind them. Kagawa & Nishida represent Team Tiger, a large group of wrestlers who were trained at the Team Tiger Dojo in Tokyo. These men fight for honor in the ring, while their opponents, The Crush Crew, do not. These men are both second generation stars who feel that Team Tiger has eclipsed their own glory, and so they joined the Disciples of Despair, a cult-like group revolving around the Gaijin wrestler Despair, who currently holds our Gunryo championship. Add in that Kagawa & Nishida defeated the Crush Crew once all ready in Japan, and this match should be quite volatile!

Otaku: Very true Ono-san. Both teams are not friendly with each other, and plan on taking their opponents to the limit!

Ono: As much as I want to see Kagawa & Nishida pull 2-0, The Crush Crew do have an edge in experience as a tag team. I suspect they are going to pull out a win tonight!

[The camera pans to the ring, where the ring announcer is standing]

Ring Announcer: This next contest is a tag team challenge, featuring the stars of Super Japan Pro Wrestling! Introducing team number one, They both hail from Kyoto, Japan, and weigh in at a combined weight of 525 lbs....TSUTOMU KOBAYASHI & BOTAN NAKTAONI......THE CRUSH CREW!!!!

[As "Brutality" by Urban Voodoo comes over the PA, Kobayashi & Nakatoni come out from the back, sneers on their faces. They head to the ring, ignoring the boos of the fans. Both men enter the ring, and get up on the corners, raising their hands up in the air, illiciting more boos from the crowd...]

Otaku: It's obvious that the fans do not like the Crush Crew!

Ono: Obviously...

["The Way of the Warrior" by Hammerfall replaces "Brutality" over the PA...]

Ring Announcer: Their opponents, representing the Team Tiger Dojo, They hail from Shinjuku and Nagoya respectively, and weigh in at a total combined weight of 525 lbs, they are...MAMMOTH KAGAWA & NOBORU "RAGING BULL" NISHIDA!!!!

[The crowd applauds as the masked Kagawa comes out, followed by Nishida. Both men stalk to the ring, their eyes focused on their opponents. They slide into the ring, and get in the faces of their opponents...]

Otaku: This could break down all ready!

Ono: Not really. The referee is making both teams back off, and reminds them they have to shake hands. This is Pro Wrestling Glory, and we have to follow their regulations....

[Kagawa & Nishida offer their hands, and Kobayashi & Naktaoni reluctantly shake their hands]

Otaku: You were right Ono-san. I suspected the Crush Crew was going to pull something there, but they didn't

Ono: The Crush Crew are second generation wrestlers. They know they have to show some respect to the promotion they are competing in.

Otaku: Kobayashi & Kagawa are going to start for their respective teams. Both men lock up, struggling for position... Kobayashi backs Kagawa to the ropes, and the referee calls for a break...Kobayashi breaks clean...BACK ELBOW TO THE FACE OF KAGAWA!!!

[The crowd "ooohs" as Kagawa recoils from the elbow, then comes off the ropes, shoving Kobayashi, who shoves him back]

Ono: Both men showing their tempers here...Kagawa attempts a lariat, but Kobayashi ducks under...Kagawa goes to the ropes. rebounds...knee to the gut by Kobayashi, who runs to the ropes...swinging neckbreaker sends Kagawa to the mat...Kobayashi up now, and he lands a stiff elbowdrop to Kagawa's chest...cover...



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Otaku: Kickout! [crowd applauds]. Kobayashi tags in his partner, and the Crush Crew drag Kagawa to his feet, and send him to the ropes....double back elbow staggers Kagawa...double kick to the gut doubles him over....Kobayashi sets him for a piledriver, and Nakatoni grabs his ankles....SPIKED PILEDRIVER! Nakatoni covers....


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Two!!

Ono: Kickout! [crowd applauds] Nakatoni drags Kagawa to his feet, then rocks him with a European Uppercut. Kagawa staggers back, only to catch a dropkick from Nakatoni...Kagawa sags on the ropes, and Nakatoni takes him over with a snap mare... *SMACK* [crowd "oooohs"]

Ono: Stiff kick to the back! That had to hurt!

[Nakatoni drags Kagawa to his feet, and attempts an irish whip, only for Kagawa to reverse it. Nakatoni rebounds, and Kagawa catches him with a lariat that sends him to the mat. Kagawa goes to the ropes, and Nakatoni stays down, and Kagawa goes over him to the ropes. He rebouds off, and Nakatoni attempts a hiptoss, only for Kagawa to block it, and level him with another lariat. He drags Nakatoni to his feet, and drags him to his corner, where he tags in Nishida. The "Raging Bull" comes in, and he and his partner whip Nakatoni to the ropes. Both men catch Nakatoni on the rebound, and hit a double flapjack that drives his face into the mat. The drag Nakatoni to his feet, and hit a double suplex before the referee makes Kagawa go back to his corner...]

Otaku: Good team work by Kagawa & Nishida! Nishida tags in Kagawa, then whips Nakatoni to the ropes...BIG Powerslam by Nishida, followed by a legdrop off the ropes by Kagawa! Kagawa tags Nishida back in. and they whip Nakatoni to the ropes..double back bodydrop sends Nakatoni hard to the mat! Nishida sets himself as Nakatoni gets to his feet...LARIAT!! [crowd "ooohs"] Nishida with the cover....






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Ono: Kickout! [crowd applauds] Nishida drags Nakatoni to his feet...He grabs him from behind...Nakatoni with a back elbow...another...another...Nishida breaks the waistlock, and Nakatoni goes to the ropes...running forearm staggers Nishida back...he rebounds off the ropes....Nakatoni catches him...OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY!!! [crowd "ooohs"]

Otaku: Nakatoni up, and he tags in Kobayashi! He goes and grabs Nishida, and whips him to the ropes....Manhattan Drop by Nakatoni, who holds Nishida, and lifts him off the mat as Kobayashi goes to the ropes....LARIAT by Kobyashi literally decapitates Nishida! [crowd "oooohs"]

Ono: Kobayashi has Nishida up...he goes behind him, and locks his arms....TIGER SUPLEX!!! He dumped Nishida on his head!

Otaku: But Nishida is right back up, and he catches Kobayashi with a LARIAT!!! [crowd "oooohs"] Kobayashi staggers back to the ropes, rebounds...YAKUZA KICK by Kobayashi! [crowd "ooohs"] Nishida staggers back, then charges....into a POWERSLAM! Cover...


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Otaku: Kickout! [crowd applauds] Kobayashi drags Nishida up, and starts to blast him with forearm shivers to the side of his head....Nishida firing back with forearm shivers of his own...neither man is backing up!

[Both men continue to pepper each other with forearm shivers, and the crowd doesn't know who to root for. Finally, Nishida changes tactics, and drives a knee into Kobayashi's gut, doubling him over. He hammers his back with a double axe handle, then runs to the ropes as Kobayashi drops to one knee....]

Ono: SHINING WIZARD!! [crowd "ooohs"] Cover by Nishida....

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Two!!

Otaku: Kickout! [crowd applauds] Nishida drags Kobayashi to his feet, and slaps on a Full Nelson...FULL NELSON SLAM!! [crowd "oooohs"] Cover...

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Ono: Kickout! [crowd applauds] Nishida drags Kobayashi to his feet, and drags him to his corner. He tags in Kagawa, and they whip him to the ropes...double shouldblock sends Kobayashi to the mat! Kagawa drags him back up, and whips him to the ropes...blind tag to Nakatoni...Kobayashi rebounds as Kagawa doubles over...BIG KNEELIFT!

[Kagawa staggers back from the kneelift, and Kobayashi hits a lariat that sends him to the mat. Nakatoni starts to lay into him with stomps to his body. Kagawa blocks them as best he can. Nakatoni eventually gives up stomping Kagawa, and drags him to his feet, only to rock the masked man with a stiff European uppercut. Kagawa staggers back on wobbly feet, and Nakatoni moves in, hoisting him up into a fireman's carry, then dropping him down into a shoulderbreaker. Nakatoni drags Kagawa back to his feet, grabs his waist from behind, and takes him to the mat with a falling backdrop suplex. He drags him back up, this time hitting a backdrop driver! The crowd "ooohs" as Kagawa lands on his head and flips over face down, only to get right back up! The crowd "ooohs" as Nakatoni turns and sees him, and he attempts a lariat, only to catch a Yakuza kick to the face! Nakatoni staggers back to the ropes, blind tags Kobayashi, rebounds, and gets caught with a shoulderblock. Kagawa whips Nakatoni to the ropes, only for Kobayashi to nail him from behind. Kagawa staggers forward, right into lariat from Nakatoni! Kagawa staggers back from the lariat, and Kobyashi catches him from behind in a waist lock, and lifts him up for a backdrop suplex, with Nakatoni catching him coming down with a neckbreaker...]

Otaku: This could be it; it looks like the Crush Crew are ready to finish Kagawa off!

Ono: Kobayashi whips Kagawa to the ropes....ASSAIKI!!! [crowd "oooohs"] They hit their version of 3D!

Otaku: Just so our American fans know, Assaiki means "Crusher" in Japanese...

[Nakatoni nails Nishida on the apron, causing him to fall to the floor. Kobayashi hooks Kagawa by the leg, and the referee drops to count....]


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Three!!!

*DING* *DING* *DING*

Ring Announcer: The winners of this match as a result of a pinfall....THE CRUSH CREW!!!!!

[Some of the crowd applauds as the referee raises Kobayashi & Nakatoni's hands. Some fans start chanting "DoD! DoD!", while Nishida slides into the ring and checks on his partner. He helps Kagawa to his feet, and the two men stare at the Crush Crew. Kobayashi & Nakatoni walk over to Kagawa & Nishida, and extend their hands. Kagawa & Nishida shake them, then Nishida helps Kagawa out of the ring, while the Crush Crew bask in the applause of the crowd...]

Otaku: Once again, the Crush Crew going against type as they shake hands with Team Tiger members.

Ono: As I said before, they do know how to obey the rules, and here, the obey the rules of Pro Wrestling Glory!

Otaku: Too bad they don't do that in Super Japan! Well, that's all for us tonight! Many thanks to Pro Wrestling Glory for having us at their inagural show, and we look forward to more cooperation in the future! For Akira Ono, I'm Ken Otaku! Sayonara!

The scene faded to the locker rooms, where the one and only "Skyhigh" Bobby Skylark could be seen, sitting forward on the bench, preparing for his main event match tonight. He was lacing up his blue and black boots, tying the laces together slowly- with his concentration was as intent as ever. This was undoubtedly the biggest night of his entire young life, regardless of how the outcome was to culminate. So, it goes without saying that complete concentration to the bout that was mere moments away was a necessary ingredient for an awe-inspiring display of American style cruiserweight action. By hook or by hook, Bobby was going out to impress. Aside from improving his abilities, that was his purpose. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Skyhigh" Bobby Skylark: So this is it, eh? The big dance? My first main event match in professional wrestling... against a couple of other cats who are probably making their main event debut as well. To that? All I gotta say is DAMN it feels good to be a pro-wrestler.

Bobby finished lacing up his boots and then swung his head upwards. This caused his long blonde hair, which has been moistened down considerably, to whiplash upwards. A long stream of water shot out at the camera from his head, and soaked the lens with only five dots of water- all slanted upwards in a forty-five degree angle. Bobby then stood up from the locker room bench, and started pacing back and forth. The magnitude of this main event match were starting to make its effects felt across Bobby's psyche.

"Skyhigh" Bobby Skylark: I hope everybody in this match is as prepared as I am. I am just coming off of the biggest victory in my life- and it was on the biggest stage I have ever wrestled on. Japan. And I beat the bona fide mainstream star in Chip Masters... which, to be honest, is something I never expected to happen in my wildest of dreams. To me, that is the exact swift kick in the crack that I need to get myself ready for Pro-Wrestling Glory. Because I won't be wrestling in front of thousands... and I sure won't be wrestling in a foreign country that treats this sport as its creed; as its first and foremost means of faith.

Bobby continued pacing, looking up at the camera every now and then.

"Skyhigh" Bobby Skylark: But I'll tell you who I WILL be wrestling in front of. I'll be wrestling in front of the fans that I adore. The people who pay their hard earned money to see athletes beat the hell out of each other for nothing more than sheer competitiveness. I'll be wrestling in front of some of the smartest fans in the world, who convict bad wrestlers with a loud chorus of dispiriting chants. And that is what I am aiming for here, gentlemen in the match- to be anything but the "bad wrestler" in this match-up. I just want to go out there, shake the hands of the men I will be facing, and see if I can outdo my display in Japan. Believe you me, that task is going to be a tall one to take home.

His pacing stopped, and he looked up at the ceiling of the locker room. More importantly, he looked up at the heavens above and put his hands together in a silent prayer. After a few moments, Bobby removed his hands, and then looked at the camera, kissing the gold of a cross necklace he had been wearing around his neck.

"Skyhigh" Bobby Skylark: From this day forth, each and every time I step out onto the mat, that is going to be my goal. Improving upon my efforts from last time. And I will continue making that my purpose, until there is nothing left to improve upon. But, as anyone would know who dawns the consciousness of a wrestler- there is ALWAYS room for improving, even if you're old and gray and full of dismay.

Bobby chuckled for a moment, and then put the both of his thumbs inside of the black trim of his light blue wrestling singlet, adjusting its fine fitting. He then took his hands and rubbed the black "cloud" insignia on his sternum and nodded his head.

"Skyhigh" Bobby Skylark: So take that into consideration, boys. Especially you, Troy. Because I'm not going to let your "bad boy" banter effect me in this match-up. Neither yours, or anything Dune and The O.G. might have to. This match is too important for me to lower myself down to your level, because this is my chance to emphasize the business of lightweight wrestling- to drum in the true essence of being under two-hundred pounds and STILL be able to captivate the crowd like the heaviest of heavyweights.

Completely geared up to wrestle in this much anticipated main event, and equipped with a bright smile no less, Bobby Skylark began making his way to the locker room's door.

"Skyhigh" Bobby Skylark: It's time to fly skyhigh, gentlemen. See you in the ring... WOOO!!!

With that said, Bobby makes his black and blue exodus from the locker room, and the scene fades.

RM: We've got to thank Ken and Akira for running the play by play, plus the superstars of Super Japan Pro Wrestling for that last match - incredible!

VC: Yeah, it was pretty good...

RM: Ungrateful... folks, let's head up to the ring - its main event time, and its the Scramble Relay!

"Around The Fur" by Deftones suddenly hits the PA system, and the crowd absolutely EXPLODES. Bobby Skylark comes bouncing out from the back, smile of smiles upon his face. He makes his way to the ring, slapping hands and enjoying this response the whole way.

RM: We're looking at who could be the crowd favorite here, Vincent.

VC: Well that's great, but I know for a fact that the boys in the back think this guy is a no-talent hack!

RM: And who did you hear that from?

VC: I have it on VERY good authority, from my inside sources.

RM: Of course you do...

Skylark is in the ring, and "Gigalo" by Nick Cannon kicks in. The crowd's cheers immediately turn to boos as Adrian Lauderdale, Lena D - and... some other man walk out from the back. Who is this guy?? Lauderdale seems focused on the ring, but I guess this is the man that Lena and Adrian were talking about before?

VC: Well, I suppose that's the mystery man, Ronny.

RM: I guess so. Any information on him, from your "inside sources?"

VC: Oh, tons!

RM: Let's hear it!

VC: It's a secret.

RM: Oh, you don't have any information at all!

VC: Says you...

Lauderdale is inside now, as the third entrant's music hits. "Invincible" by Skillet begins to play and the crowd turns their attention from Lauderdale and his crew, to Troy Fenix at the entrance. He's smugly making his way to the ring, while Bobby Skylark eyes him from inside the whole time.

RM: This is a volatile situation with Skylark and Fenix, Vincent.

VC: It is, and I can't wait to see Fenix destroy that punk tonight, then again next month at Smashed Into Pieces!

RM: Seeing is believing, Vincent, and I guess we'll have to wait and see just what happens.

VC: I just told ya what's gonna happen, fool. Troy is gonna leave Skylark in the dust.

Dune walks out from the back focused on his opponents in the ring. "Brain Stew" by Green Day begins in the background. Dune looks towards Bobby Skylark, and his eyebrows sink. His head snaps to the right, and he stares a hole through Adrian Lauderdale, Dune's nostrils begin to flare. Dune quickly shifts his eyes to Troy Fenix, and Dune's upper lip begins to curl up. His breathing intensifies, and we can hear an aggravated moan spew out his nostrils as he exhales. His face becomes flush...

"On my own, here we go."

Dune charges the ring and dives in.

RM: Well, there we have it - all four men are in the ring!

Troy Griffin: This contest is scheduled for one fall, and is the main event! *pop* It will be wrestled under Scramble Relay rules. The rules are as follows: two men begin in the ring. After five minutes, a new wrestler will enter. That wrestler must throw an active competitor over the top rope and to the floor before becoming the legal man.

Now, introducing first... weighing 199 pounds and hailing from Ocean City, Maryland: "Skyhigh" Bobby Skylark! *the crowd ERUPTS again for Skylark, who soaks it all in* Second, at 248 pounds and coming from Brooklyn, New York... he is accompanied to the ring by Lena D.; this is "The Original Gangster" Adrian Lauderdale! *the crowd gives Adrian the exact opposite of the Skylark treatment, but he remains focused* Third, weighing in at 187 pounds and fighting out of Phoenix, Arizona - this is Troy Fenix! *another chorus of boos for Fenix, who motions to Bobby Skylark in the ring* And lastly, at 240 pounds, hailing from Hollywood, Florida - Dune! *more boos for this man, who seems unphased by it all*

VC: Well let's get it down to two! Who's starting this thing off??

RM: Well, Fenix quickly exits the ring... Dune reluctantly - VERY reluctantly exits...

VC: Oh yeah! We're gonna see Adrian Lauderdale teach that punk Skylark a lesson!

RM: We'll see about that, Vincent! They shake hands in the center, and we're ready to go - Scramble Relay action in the main event!

A collar and elbow tie up in the center, and Skylark gets trapped in a side headlock. Lauderdale wrenches down on it, but Bobby quickly shoots him off to the ropes. Adrian comes back and knocks Bobby to the mat with a shoulder block, looking down at the fallen Skylark with a cocky grin. He darts to the ropes and comes running back - but Skylark is up and connects with a picture perfect standing dropkick!

RM: Skylark with a beautiful dropkick!

VC: Pssshh, beginner's luck.

RM: He only gets a two count, and that's a smart move here. Bobby, or the others, need to try and get a win early before they're stuck in that ring for too long.

Skylark keeps Adrian grounded, locking on a cross arm breaker in the center of the ring. Lauderdale locks his hands together, though, making it hard for Bobby to apply full pressure. But WHAM! Skylark slams his leg right onto Adrian's face! And again! Lauderdale reaches for his nose - and now Skylark has the hold completely locked! He's got Adrian in the center of the ring, and again, it could be all over in a matter of moments! Skylark is really putting it all into this hold, and Lauderdale is squirming around, trying to get out of it. Lena D is yelling inspiration to Adrian, while his bleach-blonde mystery guest watches on beside her. Lauderdale rolls it over, turning Skylark onto his stomach, and now gets to his feet. Skylark is relentless, though, keeping this hold locked on. OH! Lauderdale just kicked Skylark in the ear with the toe of his boot!

VC: OH! Nasty!

RM: I guess that's just some of Adrian's "street style" that he brings to Pro Wrestling Glory. What a kick!

Adrian shakes his arm a little bit, making his way over towards Skylark. He picks him up by the head and pushes him back into the corner. BAM! A big open-hand chop to the chest by Lauderdale! He whips Skylark into the corner - he hits chest first! Bobby stumbles out backwards - OH! Lariat to the back of the neck from Lauderdale! He may be weakening Bobby's neck for that B-Unit Death Valley Driver maneuver, but that remains to be seen. He backs up from Skylark and slowly moves towards him - kneedrop to the back of the head. Skylark rolls towards the ropes again, but there is no sanctuary as Lauderdale continues his assault. He pulls Bobby up and whips him into the ropes - Skylark darts under Adrian's legs! He pops up to his feet and drives a knee into the spine of Lauderdale! Adrian arches his back - standing neckbreaker, landing the back of Adrian's head on his knee, from Skylark! What a move! He goes for the cover - BZZZZ!

RM: Uh oh! The first five minutes is up - and in comes Dune!

VC: Who's he gonna toss out, Ronny??

RM: WHOA! Gorilla press to the arena floor - he just flattened Skylark!

VC: Well, I guess its Dune and Adrian for the next five.

RM: Skylark is down! He could be OUT!

Dune turns his attention to Lauderdale now and immediately picks him up - boot to the stomach... front layout suplex from Dune! He pulls Lauderdale to his feet again and violently throws him into the corner. He charges in - clothesline! Dune is a mad man in there, and he is taking his frustrations out on "The Original Gangster!" He whips him to the far corner and comes charging right behind - another huge clothesline from the big man. Adrian falls to the mat, while on the outside of the ring, Bobby Skylark is still down! He's holding his ribs and chest, and he does not look to be in very good condition. Troy Fenix, on the other hand, has the grin of all grins on his face as he glares at the fallen Skylark.

RM: What an arrogant young man, this Troy Fenix. He doesn't care that Skylark is hurt at all!

VC: Why should he? Skylark deserves it!

RM: Oh, ridiculous!

Back in the ring, Dune rocks Lauderdale with a forearm shiver to the jaw. Adrian falls to his knees, crawling along the ropes as a worried Lena watches on. Dune backs up a little bit - straight running kick to the side of Adrian's head! The bottom of his boot just caught flush with Adrian's cheek, bringing him down to his back. He lays in a huge stomp to the neck of Adrian, and now he stares out at the unappreciative crowd for a moment. Dune certainly came into this one with a gameplan, and he is laying it out to perfection.

RM: For weeks, Dune has been talking about the doctors that treated him badly in the institution - and he doesn't see three PWG superstars right now, he sees those doctors in the ring!

VC: What a flipped out, crazed, out of control animal..... he's awesome!

He pulls Adrian back up to his feet, who at this moment is almost lifeless. He double underhooks the arms of Adrian - spinning sitdown double underhook DDT! Dune plants Adrian face first - but wait... he's picking him back up, in the same position, and nails a standard double underhook DDT! He's not done, though! He picks Adrian up AGAIN and now - OH! Tiger Bomb into a backbreaker across the knee! Dune is picking apart Lauderdale, but does not go for the cover. Dune backs up and bounces off of the ropes - driving the point of his elbow into the chest of Lauderdale! He picks up his fallen prey once again, this time right by the throat. Referee Andy Petersen is in there again, but Dune quickly lets go of the choke, only to drive his elbow into the forehead of Lauderdale. Adrian wobbles backwards - OH! A short, charging clothesline from Dune rocks Lauderdale! Dune looks around, once again turning his attention away from his opponent and to the crowd. Wait a minute... he's going out to the apron... he's going to the top rope! What's he doing up ther- BZZZZZ!

VC: What's he thinking?!

RM: The buzzer sounds - in comes Fenix! OH! He just dropkicked Dune out of the ring!

VC: BUH-RILLIANT!

RM: Indeed! He keeps the spent Lauderdale in there for another five!

Fenix is strutting around the ring with a cocky grin on his face, relishing in the fact that he is the top dog in the ring right now. Outside, Dune is furious and Skylark is just starting to get back to his feet. Adrian is starting to get to his feet, getting up on his knees. Fenix is right behind him, though - BAM! A kick to the back catches Adrian by surprise! Fenix looks to the crowd, shouting at them while they shower him with jeers. He is taking his sweet time in there, slowly picking up Lauderdale. Taking his time, though, may prove to be a smart move, because now that the initial rotation has finished, any man can enter the ring when that buzzer sounds. He shoves Adrian into the corner - OH! What a show of disrespect, he just slapped Adrian in the face! He can't even come back from it, he's just so worn out! Another slap, and now Adrian walks away from Fenix, using the top rope as his support. Lena once again encourages her man, while the mystery guest looks on silently. Fenix walks slowly behind Adrian and just shoves the back of his head... OH! Adrian responds with a knife edge chop to Fenix's chest!

RM: Outta nowhere!

VC: Fenix's chest has a big ole handprint on it!

That one caught EVERYONE by surprise, but now Fenix charges at him - Adrian ducks and Fenix hits the ropes. He comes back - hiptoss from Adrian! Fenix comes back - deeeeep arm drag! Fenix charges again - OH! Thunderous spinebuster onto Fenix, but that series took about all of the energy Adrian had in him!

RM: A great series of moves from Lauderdale, but now both men are down.

VC: No biggie - as long as Skylark doesn't come out of this thing on top, I'll be happy.

RM: Who knows WHAT Bobby Skylark will be doing after that toss from Dune earlier.

VC: Hopefully he'll be doing a lot of laying around and recovering from injuries - we don't need a punk like that sullying the good name of Pro Wrestling Glory!

RM: Sure, Vincent. Fenix is now back up to his feet, while Adrian is still down.

Fenix is going out to the apron slowly, certainly taking his time while Adrian still lays motionless. He grabs onto the top rope and looks across the crowd with another cocky grin before springing up to the top rope... flying splash - NO! Adrian rolled out of the way and immediately pops up to his feet! He must have been playing opossum! Fenix jolts up to his feet, holding his stomach - WHAM! Clothesline from Adrian! And an immediate follow up elbow drop! He jumps to his feet and runs to the ropes - flyyyyyying kneedrop to the face of Fenix! Adrian is taking complete contro-BZZZZZ!

RM: Just as Adrian takes control, there's the buzzer!

VC: Dune is coming back in, baby!

RM: He takes down Lauderdale - and throws Fenix out! Another genius move from Dune!

VC: Man, at first, you might think this guy is just an unsafe loony with no brain or mental abilities - but he's a real smart guy in that ring!

RM: I should tell him you said that...

VC: What?! No! I was reading a direct quote from Skylark!

RM: Right, Vincent..

Dune turns his attention to Adrian, quickly picking him up to his feet. He whips him to the ropes - boot to the stomach. Dune bounces off of the adjacent side - oh, what a move! A falling headbutt to the temple of Adrian! He falls to the mat in, for lack of a better term, an ugly heap. Lena immediately brings her hands to her face, because it looks like that move may have actually taken Adrian out of this contest for good.

VC: Oh, now that's no good...

RM: THAT'S no good, but Summers getting taken out earlier on a stretcher is??

VC: But this guy's COOL!

RM: *deep sigh* Petersen is checking on Lauderdale - no, Dune's not allowing it! He's going right to work on Adrian again!

VC: I think I have a new favorite, Ronny!

Dune puts himself between the two and pulls Adrian's limp body to his feet! Well, actually, Dune is kind of holding Adrian up, while his legs dangle underneath him. He shoves him into the corner, wrapping his arms over the ropes to keep him up. Dune backs up and charges back in - big boot to the side of Adrian's face! Lauderdale once again slumps down to the mat, but this only seems to encourage Dune. He drops a knee to the head and neck of Adrian, who doesn't even move from the impact. He could be faking his opponent out again, but if that's the case, Adrian Lauderdale deserves an Academy Award! Dune pulls Adrian up to his feet again and drags him into the center of the ring. He lifts him up - backbreaker? No - a spinning powerbomb!

RM: Whoa, nelly! Adrian gets spiked on the back of his neck!

VC: C'mon, get Skylark in there - beat HIM up!

Dune immediately jumps up and runs to the corner. He exits to the apron and climbs to the top - flying headbutt! This time he wastes no time, and connects with pinpoint precision to Lauderdale! Dune is going back out to the apron - and another flying headbutt! He connects once again to Lauderdale, who is still pretty much out of this one. A bit of good news, though, as Bobby Skylark seems to have shaken the cobwebs and is back to his feet outside of the ring. He still looks a little worse for the wear, especially compared to the relatively fresh Troy Fenix on the other side of the ring. Nonetheless, Dune continues his assault on Adrian in the ring. Dune is just toying with him now, as he positions Adrian against the ropes. He runs to the opposite side and charges towards Lauderdale - BZZZZ!

RM: Buzzer time, and Dune stops dead in the center!

VC: Fenix comes running in, right at Dune!

RM: He ducks - OH MAN! Fenix just took Adrian out of the ring! He's put himself in there with the beast, Dune!

VC: Oh, baby... this could get good!

Headbutt from Dune, and Fenix wobbles! He whips him into the ropes - Fenix slides under the legs - sweep from Fenix, and then a kip up! He charges to the ropes as Dune gets back up - a kick to the side of the jaw! Fenix runs through to the ropes again and Dune is getting up. He goes for a clothesline on Fenix, who ducks under and runs through... springboard on the middle rope and Dune spins around - OH! Just in time to catch Troy coming off with a big time kick to the face! Dune is rocked and flies into the ropes, staggered. Fenix charges in at him, but slides through his legs again. He pulls the legs of Dune out from under him and yanks him to the arena floor! Dune lands on his feet and again swings a big arm towards Fenix. Troy ducks and quickly spins around - hard kick to the back of Dune's thigh! Dune shakes it off quickly, but now Fenix kicks him in the front of the same leg! Dune lifts the leg up, standing on one foot - OH! Fenix dropkicks Dune's only leg, and Dune faceplants on the floor!

RM: Fenix takes out the legs of Dune, bringing him to the arena floor.

VC: Smart moves from both of these guys so far, Ronny.

Fenix rolls into the ring and spreads his arms out, soaking up a small chorus of applause from this crowd, appreciating his abilities. Dune is getting up on the outside and Fenix charges at him - dropkick to the face! Dune flies into the steel barricade, wrapping his arm over it to support himself. Fenix looks around with a grin on his face, and then jumps up to the top rope! Without hesitation, he leaps off - oh no! Dune moves, and Fenix comes crashing down chest-first on the railing! Dune immediately grabs him by the head and whips him back into the ring. Dune slides in after him and pops up to his feet. He grabs Fenix and sharply lifts him up as well, connecting with a harsh European uppercut. Fenix rocks backwards, taking more damage to that chest that just met cold steel outside of the ring. Dune backs off and waits for Fenix to turn around - a big boot straight into his heart! Fenix collapses to the mat, clutching his chest - oh! Dune just leapt into the air and came down with a giant double stomp onto Troy's chest!

VC: OUCH! That's a big man coming down on your chest, Ronny!

RM: It certainly is, and Troy would be lucky to stay in this one after a move like that.

He pulls Fenix to his feet and pushes him into the ropes... oh, he's tying up his arms! The referee is begging Dune to stop, but he won't! Fenix is locked in the ropes... and now he rocks his chest with a big boot! Dune backs up from Fenix - a flying headbutt!? He just headbutted the man in the chest! He rocks him in the chest with a knee lift now... another! Another! Repeated knee lifts-BZZZZ!

RM: HERE COMES BOBBY!!

VC: Skylark is in?! Get outta here!

RM: WHOA! He just dumped Dune over the top - it's Skylark and Fenix!

VC: Oh, COME ON! Fenix is all tied up, this is NOT fair!

Skylark has Fenix right where he wants him - prone and trapped! WHAM! Forearm to the jaw! Another! A third! Bobby runs to the far ropes and returns - flying dropkick, not to the chest, but to the FACE of Troy Fenix! Skylark gets up to his feet, spinning around and ring and letting out a yell while this crowd just eats it up!

RM: Skylark is back, and he is on fire!

VC: Thank you, referee! He's got Fenix out of those ropes...

RM: A good move from our head official, but Skylark isn't slowing down a bit.

He pulls Troy up - forearm to the face! Another! He whips him to the ropes and charges at him - running knee to the ribs and Fenix flips over to the mat! Kneedrop to the collar bone, and Skylark rolls to the apron. He jumps to his feet and grabs the top rope - slingshot, twisting splash onto Fenix! He stays on for the cover - no! He swivels and mounts Fenix, driving forearms into his jaw! OH! Fenix just kneed Skylark in the spine! He flies into the second rope, as Troy slides out from underneath Bobby. He gets to his feet - another kick to the spine! A double impact with that one, as the kick rocks Skylark's back, but also drives his throat right into the middle rope. Fenix charges the far side and runs back towards Skylark - BAM! 619! Skylark flings back into the ring, as Fenix follows him intently. He picks him up by the hair - short kick to the face! Another! Another! He's turning Skylark all around the ring, hitting rapid fire kicks into his face! He finally lets go, and Skylark falls to his back. Fenix pulls Skylark up and whips him into the far corner. Fenix backs into the corner and starts charging - cartwheel... a leap! BAM! Fenix connects with a variation of Tidal Krush! Both men fall to the canvas, but its Fenix who gets back up to his feet in a heartbeat. He takes a second to play to the crowd, but then turns to Skylark, pulling him to his feet again. He whips him into the ropes and puts his head down for the rebound - sunset flip from Skylark! He's trying to pull Fenix down, but Fenix drops to a sitting position on Bobby's chest! He quickly rolls it over and - whoooooaaaaaa! Skylark is standing up, bring Fenix with him! He's going for a powerbomb - no! Fenix hangs on tighter than expected, and pulls Skylark over with a hurricanrana... but Skylark is hanging onto Fenix's waist! He spins over again and lifts Fenix up once more - OHHH! Tremendous sitdown powerbomb! That one shook the entire arena! Skylark rolls out of the ring and leaps to the top rope in a single bound! He motions to the crowd then leaps - FALLING SKIES! NO!!! Fenix moved!! BZZZZZ!

RM: Oh no! Bobby bites the dust, and the buzzer sounds!

VC: Dune in - Fenix out!

RM: Dune once again keeps the injured man, this time Skylark, in the ring.

He picks up Skylark and slaps on a reverse keylock. Dune is going for a submission win here, putting the pressure on Bobby in the center of the ring. Skylark took a nasty spill, missing Falling Skies, and now Dune is really putting the torque on him here. Adrian Lauderdale looks anxious outside of the ring, while Troy Fenix makes his way back to his feet. Petersen checks on Skylark, who does not give it up. Dune gets impatient and breaks the hold, pulling Bobby to his feet. He whips him into the ropes - big boot! No, Bobby ducks it and runs towards the ropes... springboard off of the second rope, and Dune spins around - Asai Moonsault! Skylark takes Dune down, and it looks like he may have caught him in the face with his knee! Skylark runs to the ropes and charges back with a snapping elbow drop, connecting to the heart of Dune... well, if he actually has one. Bobby is trying to pull Dune up here, but he may not have the strength in him to yank the big man to his feet. He opts to land a kick to the chest instead, knocking Dune down to a sitting position. Skylark hits the ropes and charges - fllllyyyyyyying basement dropkick!

RM: Skylark is back in it again, Vincent!

VC: Dune'll get him - just watch...

He caught Dune flush on the chin with that one, and he covers... but only gets a two count, and a big kickout from Dune. Dune is rolling up to his feet as Skylark charges - flying forearm shiver to the jaw! Dune is rocked and Skylark charges into the ropes again, coming back with a flying spin heel kick! Dune drops to a knee and Skylark charges the ropes again, returning... sprining enziguiri, coming off of Dune's leg! He connects with a big blow to the side of Dune's skull! Skylark covers, hooking the leg - another two count. He wastes no time in dragging Dune to his feet. He whips him into the far ropes - no, a reversal! Skylark comes back.. headscissors - no, what?? Skylark lands on his feet next to Dune... side Russian legsweep!

RM: Amazing! A corkscrew into a side Russian legsweep!

VC: Wait, he's going to the top rope!

RM: You're right - Skylark is on the top rope! He looks around - FALLING SKIES!! He hit it!

VC: NO!

RM YES! One!







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VC: HAH! Yes! Fenix just pulled him out of the ring! AND he floors him with a forearm!

RM: Oh, he just stole this match from Bobby!

VC: All's fair in love and war, Ronny - OH! Even that, a move Troy Fenix calls "From The Ashes!"

RM: This isn't fair - Skylark is out!

Fenix rolls him back into the ring, where Dune is just barely starting to move. I've got to believe that Bobby had this match won, and Troy Fenix just cost him a huge win! Dune is starting to get to his feet, while Skylark shakes the cobwebs out. Dune is in the corner, backed in, and Skylark charges at him - running tiger wall flip! Skylark lands on his feet and charges back in for a huge clothesline, doubling Dune over in the corner! BZZZZ!

RM: There it is, and Adrian slides in quick!

VC: Out goes Skylark!

RM: In COMES Skylark!

VC: Huh?!

Wait, Bobby slides right back in! He charges across the ring - Lauderdale dodges. WHOA! Skylark leaps onto the back of the bent-over Dune and - OH MY GOD!! SOMERSAULT PLANCHA!

RM: SWEET SASSY MOLASSY!

VC: WHOA! Skylark is NUTS!

RM: Lauderdale even notices - but he's fixated on Dune in a heartbeat.

He whips Dune to the far corner and charges in with a flying knee to the chest! Dune gets rocked and Adrian grabs him in a headlock - running bulldog in the center! Dune rolls over to his back and Adrian quickly runs to the corner, leaping to the second rope. He flies off - legdrop! Adrian is turning up the tempo on Dune, taking complete control! He yanks Dune back up to his feet and connects with a hard forearm shot to the jaw. Dune gets whipped to the far ropes and charges back - leaping clothesline from Adrian... no! Dune catches him! Dune's got him locked and loaded - he's going for Dunesday! He lifts Adrian into the air - OH! Adrian spins and snaps Dune down, slapping on a Fujiwara Armbar! He pulls back hard on the hold, but quickly releases it, jumping to his feet. And look on the outside, Fenix and Skylark are tearing each other apart! They got to their feet, and they're brawling on the arena floor! Two referees have run down to pull them apart, but its just not working - these two want to kill one another! Back in the ring, Dune gets up, favoring his right arm. He charges at Adrian - clothesline! No, Adrian grabs his wrist! He spins it around into an armbar and pulls Dune in - B-UNIT!! He hits his Death Valley Driver out of nowhere! He hooks the leg and covers - one! TWO! THREE!!! Lauderdale wins it! Lauderdale wins!!

Troy Griffin: Here is your winner: Adrian Lauderdale!

RM: Adrian wins it!

VC: Yeah! Man, what a match!

RM: That was positively phenomenal!

VC: And now, here come Lena and that guy into the ring to celebrate.

RM: Skylark and Fenix have stopped fighting long enough to realize this one is over, and now they're being separated and forced to the back. Smart move right there!

VC: Adrian is up and stumbles over to Dune - he's still out! That B-Unit is a vicious move!

RM: He shakes the hand of the out-cold Dune!

Lauderdale and company celebrate in the ring, while this crowd showers them with boos. They slowly make their exit, bragging the entire way up the aisle.

Dune stays in the ring, sitting with his back against the ropes. He stares, expressionless, looking out towards the entranceway. The referee tries to help him up, but Dune swats his arm away with his right arm. Dune just sits, as the camera catches the expressions of people in the crowd, who look as confused as the PWG ring crew.

( Fade in, where we see a trio walking down the corridor. It's Adrian Lauderdale, and Lena D, with their friend - new to the Pro Wrestling Glory roster - Mac Diaz. )

Adrian Lauderdale: See Lena baby, I told ya Mac wouldn't bail on us...

Mac Diaz: I love the whole, being virtually unknown thing. *Smirks* It raises so many idiotic questions, my man.

Adrian Lauderdale: Which is why we kept it all on the downlow, bro. *Adrian smirks a bit himself* It just sucks for these all now, that we're back together. They don't know what we be playin' at... they don't know anythin' about us!

Lena D: Boy are they going to be shocked. *She giggles* Too hood is going to make these other tag teams look cold, man, it's just straight up, they can't mess with us.

Mac Diaz: It's goin' to be gold, ya know, absolutely gold. What can really stop us, ya know? You gotta know about your opposition to be succesful against them. I learned all that a long time ago.

Adrian Lauderdale: We're goin' to celebrate, to the demise of the opposition, and to reigning in the PWG! And here's to takin' out any tag team or singles competitor who steps in our way...

Mac Diaz: Holla, let's roll.

( Mac, Lena, and Adrian started out, as we fade on the trio. )