"The Immortals" by Encounter the Ultimate blasts the stadium as Keith Wildwing makes his way down to ringside, headband tied around his head, a look of determination about his face. He makes his way into the ring. He stops for a moment as the crowd cheers when all of a sudden
"Welcome to My Nightmare" screeches loud as suddenly, suddenly, the lights dim and go out altogether, and a single spotlight scans its way from the rafters...way up high, someone keeps lookout...the coast apparently clear, the lights return.
Biff: What the heck is happening, OH my god Gangrene flies down on a harness from above Wildwing with the Ugly Styk, however Wildwing sidesteps and Gangrene misses. Wildwing, kicks the Ugly Styk out of Gangrene's hands, and it sails back through the entranceway. I guess this match is underway.
Riley: I can't believe Gangrene, man he is creative. The two exchange lefts and rights as they are really tearing into each other. Wildwing tries to whip Gangrene down the ramp, but Gangrene responds with an inverted savate kick that sends Wildwing is staggering back into the back area. Yes Now, Gangrene regains control of the Ugly Styk, Batter up, and begins to go on a tirade of continuous swings and misses on Wildwing.
Biff:It looks like the mighty Gangrene has struck out. Wildwing with kick to the midsection and follow that with a tornado DDT. Gangrene, in frustration, hurls the Ugly Styk and Wildwing,. It connects and Wildwing falls back into a surplus of tables in the for the Hardcore Title match. Wildwing ducks a lariat and Gangrene hits headfirst against the leg of a table. Wildwing frantically climbs up the stacks of tables as a befuddled Gangrene tries to hit him. As Wildwing reaches the third table and Gangrene is at the first, Gangrene reaches down and grabs the Ugly Styk once again. and jams it vertically up at the table Wildwing is standing on. The Ugly Styk makes a hole eventually in the table, and Wildwing jumps back, leaning on the Justice-Tron. Gangrene climbs after him, and now they are exchanging lefts and rights again. , and finally Gangrene nails Wildwing with a low blow with the Ugly Styk. Gangrene laughs at Wildwing and boy do I hate that shit-eating grin he has on.
Riley:Grene now hooks Keith from behind into a Russian leg-sweep position. However, as Gangrene throws himself backwards with force, Wildwing's foot is stuck in the hole where Gangrene poked through with the Ugly Styk. Wildwing is stuck on the table as Gangrene falls Backward into the Justice Tron's screen. . . Chadman's not gonna be happy. That thing just collapsed.
Biff:That was unbelievable Gangrene must have fallen . . from 15 feet backwards, desperately trying to redirect his body. However, Gangrene has hit hard on his side about 1/4 of the way down the ramp. He rolls quickly down the rest of the way before coming to rest in an unconscious heap in front of the ring, halfway on the ramp and halfway on the matting. He isn't moving. We may need help.
Riley:Meanwhile, the camera goes to the back again where Wildwing has fallen from the third table down to the cement, however, he has caught himself a little bit by holding onto the tables on his way down. Wildwing doesn't stir for a few moments as Gangrene is still unconscious in the arena. Wildwing slowly gets up and crawls over to the Ugly Styk that flew off of the tables with him as he landed. He gets up and limps slowly back to the arena, tripping over a loose wire as he falls again.
Biff: It takes Wildwing a few minutes before he reaches the ring, where Gangrene has barely started to move. Wildwing approaches him with the Ugly Styk and brings it up over his head when Gangrene instinctively moves out of the way as it hits the matting and uses his arm to sweep the legs out from under Wildwing. Keith's head hits hard against the ramp way as they get back to their feet and somehow get into the ring. Well finally this match is about to get in the ring , I tell you those MoA guys mean business...they're everywhere! In the rafters...hey, I think just saw Chris Fury in the crowd! With a chair!
Riley: You're seeing things, Biff, lay off the LSD.
Biff: No really! And there's Fai-
Riley: Shut up and commentate! There's the bell! Grene and Wildwing going at it now, both charging into each other OUCH! Grene caught Chickenwing with a knee lift to the gut. Grene pawing at Keith now, lifts him up quickly and turns him...inverted DDT! Right off the start, and Chickenwing is already reeling...
Biff: Yeah, and Styx still watching vigilantly in the rafters, I swear those MoA guys are surrounding us! Wait I'm getting a feed from the back, look the MoA locker room has been blockaded by a dump truck. Grene lifts up Wildwing...SMACK! Keith socks him a good one in the face, grabs his hair and drops...OOOH, facebuster! Sends that greasy monkey straight down to the mat the hard way. Wildwing with a stomp, another stomp, missing with the third as Gangrene rolls out of the way...Grene with a double kick on his back, sends Wildwing against the ropes, he propels himself back just as Grene gets up...he leaps, catching Gangrene by the head OHHH MY! And takes the Dystopian down with a flying neck breaker!!
Riley: I don't know what you're "oh my"ing about, that wasn't that impressive. Look, Gangrene is getting right back up, and ouch! He thumbs the eyes of Chickenwing, sending him reeling. Grene shakes the cobwebs out and charges Chickenwing, leg takedown! And he quickly applies an arm bar...Chickenwing reaches and pulls the hair of Grene, forcing him to break the hold. See, he should prune that oily mop...
Biff: Both men back to their feet now, Grene charges Wildwing and is met with a quick reverse Russian leg sweep! Sends the Dystopian down hard...Wildwing on the attack once more, he lifts Grene up...vertical suplex, but he drops him off over the top rope...he leaps...GUILLOTINE LEGDROP! Caught Grene on the back of the head and sends him toppling over onto the mat. Grene back up now, Wildwing whips him to the ropes, both men thinking the same thing and hit each other with a flying neck breaker! Both men down...what's this?
Up in the rafters, the spotlight starts to move around. The blinded by the glare of the spotlight can't make out its handler, but from the other side of the stadium...The cameras catch a glimpse of the Banshee, the spotlight highlights Banshee's body sitting back upon one of the rafters, long flowing surcoat of black, silver, and gold hanging about his body like a death shroud...he turns his head slightly to look towards the spotlight, face covered by his mane of flowing white hair. He smiles a crooked smile, and quickly slips away into the shadows without a sound, just as mysteriously as he appeared. The spotlight tries in vain to search out Banshee, but Welsh is already lost in the darkness above...the search continues as the match goes on...
Riley: Wasn't that Welsh? Isn't he supposed to be in jail or something?
Biff: Something like that...what's he doing here? The ref, meanwhile making the count in the ring, is up to 8 and both Grene and Wildwing groggily get up after that collision. Wildwing runs...clotheslines Grene back down to the ground, but the Dystopian gets right back up again! Dropkick from Wildwing, sends Grene down, and he springs back up! Another dropkick, another...and Grene wont stay down! Wildwing catches him and goes for a tilt-a-whirl back breaker, no, Gangrene spinning in the air with him, REVERSAL into THE AFFLICTION! This could be over...What is Gangrene doing, he's grabbing his Hurt Styk,
Tommy Riley: Grene, no just cover him, You got him where you want him. What the, The lights have just gone out. It is completely black in the arena.
You can hear Wildwing yell out "Hit it", where out of no where it appears that there are five Wildwings surrounding Gangrene, a spotlight from above is the only light available.
Biff: They appear to be all moving the same as Gangrene swings violently at one of them as they seem to inch closer to him. Gangrene swings again and misses. This is crazy as the Wildwings are attacking Gangrene and finally the lights have been restored, Destruction Driver!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tommy: No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Sweet Lou: Your winner Keith Wildwing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wildwing looks down at a fallen Gangrene and grabs his Hurt Styk, as he hurriedly leaves the ringside area. Fury jumps the rail to attend to Gangrene we'll be right back.
Biff: Next up we have an interesting match up.
Before the announcers can continue on any further a lone figure comes storming out from behind the curtain sparking a huge crowd reaction. If he took a step to the left he'd be forever, If he took a step to the right he'd be the true Charm, but he walks that fine line between both that makes him Jeffrey Drake.
He hits ringside and quickly goes up the steel steps. The crowd booming with cheers around him he pulls a mic from inside a jacket pocket, and gets down to business.
Jeffrey Drake: So I had this idea…this thought. I thought I'd try to add a little pizzazz, flash, and style to the JWA. Not one of more brilliant ideas, but I tried. I tried to sit up a match. A match that combined this federations "superstars" with an impossible young talent…that being me, and well needless to say my idea, my thought, wasn't well received.
I suppose that's what I get for working with small minds. For giving a small minded community another chance…I'll have to stop doing that.
Speaking of communities and its fast coming end let me, if you will, turn my attention upon the darkest smudge upon this "communities" entire history. That smudge being…yes, Styx. Yes, Styx what can I say about him? Well I actually have plenty I could say about him, but it really doesn't take all that much to humiliate him…
He turns his body back towards the entrance way.
Jeffrey Drake: So I see Styx, I see him moving his mouth, but I don't hear him speaking. No, instead I hear my words coming out of his mouth. So you're gonna decide when this community ends huh? Well if you were smart Styx you'd be fighting to keep it alive…considering this community is the only place you ever have any claim to fame. Without this community you aren't a damn thing, but I…I can survive wherever I chose to go…
It's like this. This wasn't Misery's "community" the major brunt of his career took place elsewhere…he just got it on its feet. However, this was Shawn's community,. And I? I will find my own community and shape it how I please, and in this community you and all of your underlings won't exist. You'll be washed away by a "kid"…
"After the Flesh" by My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult hits the arena PA system. The quieted crowd soon launches into boos, as Styx emerges from behind the curtain. He moves quickly down to ringside as Drake watches him come.
Styx hits ringside, slides underneath the bottom rope, and stands to come face to face with Drake…Drake lets the mic fall from his hand with a smile on his face.
Biff Wellington: Oh boy! And this was not scheduled at all tonight. Drake, hits the nail on the head and gets an angry Styx right in his face.
Tommy Riley: Moron…what he wants another ass beating like he got at SoD? Yeah well right now they're just in each other's face talking. Drake, with that arrogant smile…I tell ya I'd love to knock that right off his face.
Biff Wellington: Well Styx throws up his hands in disgust now, and turns away from Drake…And it looks like all we had was bunch of fluff with nothing solid behind it. Styx starts heading for the ropes…WHOA! DROPKICK! Drake hits a dropkick and sends Styx tumbling over the top rope!
Tommy Riley: Little shit! Hits Styx when his back is turned…PLANCHA! Drake over the top rope with a plancha landing straight on the mark. Drake, quickly back to his feet leaps onto the railing nearby and…MOONSAULT! He lands the moonsault and now rolls back into the ring.
Biff Wellington: WOW! Drake with some incredible balance mixed in with pure athleticism. He's now just standing in the center of the ring, and holding his hands up…Counting? Yes he's counting and he's up to 3 now as Styx groggily begins to work his way to his feet…5 now and Styx using the apron as leverage…Drake stops counting and charges…Baseball slide under the bottom rope!
Tommy Riley: NO! Styx hits the splits and Drake goes sliding right over him to land on the floor with a thump. Styx hits a quick thrust kick behind him, connecting with the back of Drake's neck, and rolls into the ring…Styx scoots across the ring to the far side as Drake is back up, and leaps up onto the apron.
Biff Wellington: Styx now using the ropes to pull himself up, as Drake's grabs the top rope and hops over it…Styx off the ropes…lariat…Drake easily dodges that one…WHOA! Not that one though as Styx reaches the other ropes, leaps to the top rope, and comes off connecting with a guillotine leg drop, and that plants Drake's face into the mat!
Tommy Riley: Wait a minute…why are we calling this thing? It isn't even a match on the card…there's no REF! This isn't right.
Biff Wellington: Who cares Tommy? Who cares? Styx, moves off of Drake now still trying to catch his breath. Drake, slowly starting to crawl up to his hands and knees. Styx over to the corner. Leaps up to the top turnbuckle…SHOOTING STAR PRESS!…BUT NO! Drake moving so quick throws his leg up there and hits Styx with a thrust kick to the chest!
Tommy Riley: He should have just moved, as the force of Styx's flying body was still enough to send Drake falling down to the ground, and it appears he may have pulled something in his leg. Styx on the mat grabbing at his chest trying to get some air back into those lungs…But Drake is moving…
Biff Wellington: Drake moving to the opposite turnbuckles, and slowly mounting them really favoring that right leg. He reaches the top turnbuckle, and slowly turns, and uh-oh here it comes…HERO'S FALL! HERO'S FALL AND DRAKE CONNECTS!!!
Tommy Riley: NO!!! So what does that mean? Doesn't matter there's no ref in the ring. This match could have just very well never taking place. Damn…Drake standing now and backing away from Styx…
Biff Wellington: Well I guess we all saw just what Drake can do in a one on one match, but wait. Drake is yelling at Styx. He wants Styx to get up. He wants to run it again. These fans are going nuts. Styx still groggy is raising his head, trying to get to his feet. Drake is still yelling at him, and now he really has this crowd into it. Styx slowly rolls over to his hands and knees, AND DRAKE rushes in with a kick to the gut!
Tommy Riley: Come on boss give the signal…you don't need to prove anything. You already did. Styx rolls away with the kick, and clutches at his ribs. Drake rushes over to Styx, and hits a spinning leg drop NO! Styx is able to push Drake off him as he makes a quick roll out of the ring, and slumps against the apron watching Drake.
Biff Wellington: Drake in the ring now on his belly watching and smiling at Styx. Styx wearily moves around the ring to the stairs, and Drake now counting off again. And Styx slowly ascending the stairs, as Drake finally hops back up to his feet…Styx at the top of the stairs…Drake charging again, he leaps to the top turnbuckle, Styx dives into the ring, Drake with a moonsault, Styx jumping back into the turnbuckle, Drake lands on his feet…THRUST KICK! Styx comes off the second turnbuckle with a thrust kick to Drake's throat, and Drake rolls back, and is now clutching at his throat.
Tommy Riley: See, see, Styx knows what he's doing. Styx picking Drake back up…knee to the stomach, palm thrust to the sternum, ridge hand thrust to the throat, and now he has Drake just fighting for air as Drake stumbles back against the ropes trying to suck in that much needed air.
Biff Wellington: Styx charges now…SWEET DREAMS!!! He hits the Sweet Dreams and rolls with it to the apron. Drake slumps to the ground. Styx with a sling shot dive over the top rope, and hits Drake dead on.
Tommy Riley: Styx flips Drake over…he's counting now…1…2…3!! WHOO HOO!! Yeah that a boy, and Styx just punked Drake for a second time!
Biff Wellington: Kinda like Drake punked him just awhile ago?
Tommy Riley: More like blind sided him…but whatever. Styx to his feet now, and huh? Now he's yelling at Drake to get up. He's motioning to the crowd, and for the first time ever they are responding to Styx. The crowd is chanting Drake's name now as Styx gets in Drakes face and slaps him. Oh, and that woke Drake up real fast as he garbs Styx's neck, and rolls him into the…MISERS GRASP!!! MISERS GRASP!!! NO!!! Styx knows this move too well and how to counter it as he rolls back before Drake can get the leverage, and pushes out of it with a handstand.
Biff Wellington: Styx sees that move a lot as he backs away now eyes wide. Drake still groggy starts to move to his feet. Both those guys in there right now are tired. Styx, looking pissed now as he rubs at the back of his neck charges in at Drake…he spares him!
Tommy Riley: Yeah this thing has went into meltdown as Styx now on top of Drake just pounding away. See Drake you shouldn't have oughta piss guys like Styx off. Styx just pounding away…OWW! Drake jabs Styx in the throat with his fingers, and that sends Styx rolling off Drake coughing.
Biff Wellington: Drake to his feet now, dazed, stumbles back into the ropes. He bounces off the ropes, races over to Styx…Face first Russian Leg sweep! And Drake has just planted Styx with that move, and now Drake getting back to his feet, as he picks Styx up again, and plants him with a Hero's suplex…The crowd is yelling out the count…1…2…NO! Styx just barely able to push himself out of that one, but Drake isn't stopping the attack.
Biff Wellington: He's right back on Styx, picks him up by his…PONY TAIL… pulls him back into an inverted suplex…WAIT NO! Picks Styx up vertically, runs towards the ropes, hits them, and drives Styx's head down hard! And that move could have very well busted something up in Styx's neck. As Drake rolls away from Styx, steps over him, and goes for the turnbuckle.
Tommy Riley: Damn…Drake still dazed a bit starts to climb the turnbuckle slowly, and it looks like we're gonna see his Hero's Juji Gatame. Wait Styx from behind starting to come to. Drake to the top turnbuckle and starts to slowly turn…Styx sees him…he's too his feet. Drake now noticing trying to get in position…Styx leaps at the top turnbuckle, and now he sends both him and Drake tumbling to the outside, and…**CRASH**…right through the Canadian announcers table, and into the railing.
Biff Wellington: They both hit hard on that one, and they're not moving. We have some security starts to move down to ringside along with some EMT's. Drake and Styx tangled together in the mess of that table.
Tommy Riley: Yeah and here comes my posse now. Fury, Jose, Attict, and Grene. I have to go…**CLANK**
Biff Wellington: Well there goes Riley as the M.o.A, the EMT's, and security finally reach ringside. They're now untangling the two from the table, and yes it looks like they're both are moving a little. The paramedics pulling Drake out and putting a neck brace on him, and start to do the same for Styx, but Fury stops them from doing so and starts pulling Styx up…
Well Styx and Drake just gave us a hell of an unscheduled iron-man match. As now the paramedics have Drake onto a stretcher, and Fury and Grene are holding up a groggy Styx. Drake starting to fidget on the stretcher now, and he SITS UP! He leaps off the stretcher, neck brace and all, and rushes Styx. Security quick to act gets in-between Styx and Drake, as NOW Styx starts to pull away from Fury and Grene. And both of these men want each other bad!
But Styx and Drake are being kept apart by the joint force of security and the M.o.A. The M.o.A starts pulling Styx back through the crowd as Drake is pulled back towards the entrance way by security. Folks this night has gotten crazy…We're gonna go to a short break and get things back into place.
The screen fades to black as a promotional advertisement for the new Chad Hazzard t-shirt comes on…
Biff Wellington: That was just amazing and you fans got that one for bonus well we have an interesting hardcore title match as Jon Clark defends against Jack Irons.
Sweet Lou: This match is for the Hardcore Title, your special guest referee is the enforcer of the MoA Chris Fury!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chris Fury makes his way to the ring in his striped shirt, he slides under the bottom rope as he awaits the combatants.
Sweet Lou: The challenger for this match, stands 6 feet 5 and is 300 pounds he hails from Chicago, Ill. He is a member of the Dangerous Alliance, He is Jack Irons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fucking Hostile by Pantera hits the speakers as the fans respond with a mix reaction. Irons comes out with a base ball bat in hand, and a taped set of hands. He is accompanied by Cole and Fast Eddie, Cole with a chair, Fast Eddie with lead pipe. Irons has on his steel toed black shoes, black torn denim shorts and a white T-shirt. He walks around the glass tables that have already been placed at ringside and steps into the ring. Fast Eddie and Cole check around at ringside for any M.o.A stooges, and they find Gangrene and Fury who have been sitting at ringside.
Sweet Lou: And his opponent, The current J.W.A Hardcore Champion, from Lancaster Ohio, He is the master of the Vertical DDT, he is….Jon Claaaaaaaaaaaaaaarkkk!!
The fans pop while Happypill by 16 volt hits the loud speakers. Clark is accompanied by Greg Patterson. He struts down to ringside around the tables and carefully steps through the rings razor wire covered ropes. Patterson is walking cautiously around ringside, taking careful notice to Grene, Eddie, and Cole
Ding, Ding
Biff Wellington: Clark quickly attacks Irons knocking him off his feet with a clothesline, Irons falls to the canvas. Irons quickly gets back up and hammers the former JWA world champion with a stiff uppercut. Clark staggers back towards the ropes but stops before making contact, what's with those taped hands Riley?
Riley: "Well you see Biff, When you're an old man like Irons, You have to be prepared. If you can't wrestle, you gotta cheat. He tried this shit at S.o.D and it didn't work for him. But I guess after all that beer, your memory tends to be a little blurred. I would have to guess he has something hiding in that tape. Clark now grabs his Jaw and shakes it off, then he runs towards Irons and gives him a stiff kick to the abdomen. And hits a DDT, on Irons, but doesn't make the cover. Instead he decides to go for a knee drop to Iron's skull."
Biff Wellington: "I wouldn't say that Irons can't wrestle, I just think he chooses not to. Irons now slowly to his feet as Clark whips him into the razor covered ropes, Look at the look on Iron's face, Maybe he shouldn't have called for such harsh stipulations in this matchup. Irons now escapes the ropes and Clark is there in a hurry, Clark now pushing Irons back into the ropes, and begins to pound away with a fury of rights and lefts to his chin. Irons is cut up early in this match, and with those tables on the outside who knows what is going to happen here tonight"
Riley: "I would have to say Irons maybe the better man in this kind of situation, not because he can wrestle, but because he is an idiot. Idiots don't mind pain, you know how the old saying goes Biff, no brain, no pain."
Biff Wellington: "It is a possibility. Irons staggering back off the razor wire and stumbles towards Clark, Clark nail a beautiful standing drop kick and Irons goes over the ropes and crashes to the outside. Clark does a little strut and climbs his way to the ring apron"
Riley: "Ouch. Irons just busted some glass on that landing, glass when flying everywhere as the old man hits the ground hard. The Enforcer come over to check on Irons, and Irons motions that he is ok, Clark now with a diving cross body onto Irons, and he goes for the pin on the outside…Fury finds himself a glass less location and makes the count"
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Biff Wellington: "Boy, something must be up here, That was a very slow count there by Fury. Clark gets up and he is pissed beyond belief, he stomps on Irons and grabs him by that long black hair. Irons now to his feet and Clark attempts a suplex, But Irons counters and nails Clark with a cobra clutch slam onto one of the other tables. Clark falls down hard and it looks like we have a blood bath on our hands here"
Riley "Irons now reaches up on the apron and grabs his baseball bat that he had left laying, and plants a couple shots to the midsection of Clark. OHHH wait, Patterson just smashed Irons on the back of the head with a chair shot. Irons crumbles down and gets a face full of shattered glass."
Biff Wellington: Look at Irons' face he has blood running down, as he picks a glass shear out of his cheek. Look at one in his forehead as Clark slides him into the ring. He covers
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Tommy Riley: I think Fury had something in his eye, he was rubbing it while Clark was making the count.
Biff Wellington: Oh stop it. Clark now is raking the face of Irons, Fury warns Clark. Who shoots a glare his way. He picks Irons up and climbs him up to the second rope a Tornado DDT no Irons with a German Release Suplex. Both men are down
Tommy Riley: Maybe you were right? Nah Fury making a count
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Biff Wellington: I think he's tired of his shit. Irons up with a straight left on Clark staggering him. He picks him up Sitting power bomb. Irons over to Fury and wakes him.
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Sweet Lou: Your winner Jack Irons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fast Edddie and Cole are battling with Patterson. Irons is staggering as he falls down. Clark pissed tries a clothesline meant for Fury but he ducks and Fury nails him with Frustration. Fury then grabs the belt and he goes over to Irons as if he was gonna present him with it. Instead he clocks him with it knocking Irons out. He then grabs a mic.
Chris Fury: Well, well, well, how the mighty have fallen huh? When Irons wakes up give him this message...We could have been civil about this. I could have let him have his moment as champion, but he just had to resort to the name-calling. So well what happened here tonight is my answer to your threat...live with it."
Fury tosses his mic down, and exits the ring carrying the Hardcore title.
Biff Wellington: We will take a short break as we clean this mess up