MATCH #3: DAN RIERSON (of the COA) vs. "Slayer" MARK DAVIDSON @%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%%@ (The lights go out and "The Unforgiven" by Metallica kicks up. Dan Rierson walks out and makes his way to the ring to a chorus of boos. He gets in the ring and Dan gets a mic)Slayer, 3 weeks ago during our match with Mr. Parker and Mr. Byron. We were firmly in control and the lights went out. We got jumped with a chair and were laid out. Now don't think for one moment in your dreadful life that we don't know it was you. So we are not here only on our master's behalf, we're here for personal matter as well. As of now consider yourself, unforgiven. Parker, we met again last week, and while you thought you had everyone fooled, we beat you not for the first time, but for the second time. These were the first to strikes against, and the third, will come from master Sloan. So be prepared Parker, be prepared. And last I talk of you Weapons of Last Resort. You've ignored us again. But we will not do what is expected of us. We will wait till after you rematch at the pay per view to attack. So you have our word Turner and Kensake, we will meet, but it will be after your match at the pay per view. (Dan drops the mic, and heads to his corner) @%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%%@ Following that, "Die, die, die my darling" by the Misfits comes on, and Lilith comes through the curtains in her regular ring attire consisting of her black leather S&M'ish outfit carrying a cat-o-nine tails in one hand and a house mic in the other. The men, of course, pop like fiends over this little display. [Lilith] Hey, Rierson are you ready to smart thing and take a night off or do you actually have something in your shorts resembling a pair? [Rierson] (still holding onto the mic) "I'm not really into your little whips n' chains deal, but if you come down to the ring I'll show you exactly what I've got!" [Lilith] Please, don't embarrass yourself, Commander One-Hander, what I'm getting at is do you have the guts to go hardcore with the Master of Disaster, my Backseat Lover, the Ayatollah of Rock and a Rolla......the Slayer!!! Or are you here in the EWC hoping that this is where the big boys 'play'? This gets Rierson's attention, and he motions to bring it on. This cues "Devil Man" by White Zombie...and Davidson coming out of the crowd, sliding into the ring and spearing Rierson *HARD* onto the campus. Brawling, brawling, and more brawling, as Davidson basically punches and kicks a mudhole into Rierson for the first minute, before yanking him up, booting him in the gut, and bounding off the ropes for a running kneelift that puts Rierson flat on his back. Slayer then runs off the opposite ropes and falls into a legdrop acrosss Rierson for a two count. Davidson picks up Rierson, shoves him into the turnbuckle, and hits several hard rights..before Rierson blocks a right and knees him right in the family jewels, then hits a forearm uppercut that staggers Slayer into the middle of the ring. Rierson then hits a spear of his own and starts wailing away on the fallen Davidson..soon both men roll out of the ring and are continuing to pound on one another. Davidson finally gets the upper hand with a hard uppercut to the jaw. He grabs Rierson and sends him into the ring steps, scatting the steel steps about five feet upon impact. Davidson then picks him up and tries to send him to the other set of ring steps...but Rierson rolls over the top step and lands on the other side...then tries to walk away. Slayer gives chase, until Slayer rounds a corner...and runs right into a baseball bat that Rierson had (but fortunately the referee...Wayne Winans in this case...completely missed) Rierson hits a leg driver DDT on the concrete, then picks up Davidson, gets him in a suplex position, then BRAINBUSTERS him right into the concrete! OWIE!! Rierson rolls Slayer back into the ring and dominates for the next few minutes with bodyslams and stomps to the head/neck area. Rierson picks up Davidson, sends him to the ropes, charges with a leaping avalanche....but Slayer catches him and reverse atomic drops him in a desperation move. Slayer takes a couple of minutes to recover, but when he tries for a clothesline, Rierson ducks it, goes behind Slayer, and hits a reverse DDT. Cover - 2 count. Rierson then picks up Slayer and gets him into DVD position...but instead pushes his legs out behind him and falls in a modified hangman's neckbreaker for a two count. He then grabs Slayer and executes a plum stretch for a minute, with the crowd trying to get behind Davidson as he's in the center of the ring. Finally, Lilith grabs Mark's hand and falls back, pulling him towards the ropes...which Winans also missed. Rierson is forced to let go. Rierson kicks Davidson in the stomach, then goes for a powerbomb... he is flipped up, but Davidson uses the momentum to fall forward into a stylized vertical splash for a 2 count.....Rierson reverses into a sunset-flip style pinning position for a two count. They both get up.. charge...and clothesline each other onto the mat. After the obligatory "ref counts to 10 while both wrestlers writhe on the mat", Rierson gets to his feet first...but as Rierson comes off of the ropes for a clothesline, Davidson catches him and spinebusters him off the ropes. Davidson kicks into third gear here, with several clotheslines on the fallen Rierson, followed by a whip to the ropes and a HARD Yakuza kick onto Rierson. Rierson gets to his knees and crawls to the corner, and pulls himself up...RIGHT into a jumping avalanche by Slayer!!! Slayer whips Rierson to the other ropes...and tries again, but Rierson gets a knee up and backs off Slayer....Rierson then gets Slayer in suplex position..but when he gets him up, he drops down into a modified Michinoku Driver II.......and covers for one...two...ALMOST three. Rierson picks Slayer up...sends him to the ropes, Slayer ducks a clothesline... Rierson tries to backdrop him on the rebound...but Slayer stops short and tucks Rierson's head between his legs...this sets up the "Devil Bomb" by Slayer, and a 3 count follows shortly thereafter. *DING DING DING* ##################################################### # WINNER: "Slayer" Mark Davidson, by pinfall 8:12 # ##################################################### Postmatch, Zach Rierson tried to run into the ring, but Slayer was ready for him...he turned around, caught Zach by the throat...BIG chokeslam. By now Lilith was in the ring, and was getting behind the now rising Dan Rierson...Slayer turned around...and NAILED a spinwheel kick just as Lilith hit a spinning legtrip from behind!!!!! At this point Sebastian Sloan comes out and pulls Zach out of the ring, and proceeds to pull Dan as well....but Slayer slingshots himself over the top rope right ONTO Sloan. Slayer then rolls under the ring, grabs a fire extinguisher, and sprays it right into Sloan's eyes as officials bolt down to the ring to stop the carnage. Dan is up and is checking on both Zach and Sloan as Lilith and Davidson walk to the back staring at the three of them and smiling. From there, they cut to the back. The camera plugs along backstage through a closed door down a hallway in the lockerroom and picks up some hushed tones, ducking around the corner shows Joshua Collins and Mississippi Queen in what appears to be a private conversation. The camera ducks behind the wall partially obscuring the twosome. Joshua Collins speaks almost in whispers as Mississippi Queen smiles and looks down at the floor embarassed. With his right hand, Collins carresses her cheek causing her eyes to meet his and she appears to lose herself deep in his gaze, then smiles and nods. A shared smile ushers Mississippi Queen off to some task, but before leaving she returns to give Collins a peck on the cheek. The camera realizes that it is just moments from being discovered and hightails it out of the room bouncing with each step. They cut to a commercial, and then.... @%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@% {Metallica's "The House That Jack Built" plays as Curtis Stone, wearing black warmup pants, jacket, and cap, makes his way to ringside, detouring to mug for a closeup near the aisle camera ... as he continues on his way to the ring, his music changes to "The Power" by Snap ... he takes an extended time to gloat around the ring before finally climbing inside, grabbing the mic, and bowing his head.} [CS] Friends, wrestlers, countrymen, lend me your ears ... {looks up with a grin} And the rest of you out-of-shape, out-of-luck slobs can shut up and listen, too! You see, we are gathered here tonight, to honor the passing of a gruesome twosome, a pair who have plagued the EWC for only a brief time, yes, but far too long nonetheless ... they were banal, they were boring, and they were BEATEN last week ... of course, I'm talking about the "legend" of Roker Showtime, and the so-called Cinderella story of Damien Omega! {Curtis pauses to allow the crowd to boo him like a fiend, then waves them down} Now, now, now -- no need to thank C-Jack! As much as I'd like to claim credit for the destruction of Damien and the dinosaur, I just can't. All I did was provide a little moral support ... (Some solid chants of "BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT!" are apparent as C-Jack simply stands and chuckles) No, Omega and the Ego were taken out by a force they wouldn't understand, a force they'd never encountered before and will NEVER be a part of ... a TEAM. Which leaves me with just ONE question ... {turns to the Solotron} Mirror, mirror, on the wall ... who's the team that rules 'em all? {The Solotron flares up into the Virtual C-Jack} [VCS] You build houses not of wood or straw, but of brick -- and you build teams with Jon Owens and Nuclear Nick. [CS] {grins} Who am I to argue with the mirror? Ladies and gentlemen, the three greatest athletes of this or any other generation: Nick Duncan, Jon Owens, and yours truly, C-Jack ... THE POWER SUPPLY!! {Metallica's "Fuel" plays as Duncan & Owens make their way to the ring; Owens takes the mic from Stone first} [JO] Roker Showtime, you weren't in any kind of condition to pay attention last week when I proved to the world, once and for all, who the better wrestler was. Well, let me save you a trip to the EWC film room, and fill you in. I TOOK your Showstopper, took the best you had to dish out, Mr. Living Legend --and when it was all said and done, you just didn't have enough in the tank to put me away. Then a REAL wrestler stopped YOUR show for good. End of story, roll the credits, nothing more to say -- from me, anyway. Nick? [ND] Dr. Destructo, I kind of understand why you want a piece of me. I mean, after all, I exposed you and Omega as dinosaurs when I won the IeWS Title, and I can understand that your want it back. But guess what? You're not getting it. Now, you know, EWC is setting up a triangle match at the pay-per-view. So tell you what, I'll put up my belt, Omega puts up HIS belt, and Destructo, you can put up that string you call a belt that holds up your pants. And after all is said and done in Houston, I'm going to be carrying all 3. [CS] Now, apparently, though, last week wasn't enough humiliation for Roker -- there's a contract for tonight with Showtime's name on it, to face the C-Jack Attack mano-a-mano! [JO] Eh. Go for it -- you played football, right? You should be used to a 2-minute drill by now. [CS] No, La-Z-Boy and me are definitely gonna go longer than that, mi compadre. And here's why ... You see, Roker, everybody in this building already knows your gameplan. You're coming out tonight to try and regain some of that glory. You've convinced yourself it wasn't YOUR fault you lost, and you're going to take it out on me. You think you can dazzle C-Jack with a few fancy moves, luck out with a win, and hope your fans forgive you for the fight you didn't give them. Well, never let it be said C-Jack doesn't believe in fair play. I'm going to do you a favor, Roker, and level the playing field. Here's the C-Jack Track for us tonight: the Power Supply doesn't NEED to win tonight. So C-Jack isn't out for a pin, he's out for PAIN. I'm going to play "This Is Your Life" with your most broken-down bodyparts, and make you remember every last injury you ever suffered. I'm going to make the years you've spent in this sport feel like DECADES. You're going to feel upstaged, outdated, and overrated. In other words, the Power Supply isn't giving you TIME to get over the hill, Roker Showtime: tonight, we're putting you out to pasture. And then, whatever's LEFT of you has to see Jon Owens one last time, at Hot Summer Night, where he'll perform the last rites. All of which means there's going to be a Power-Supply Party next week, and you're ALL invited ... Jon the Showtime-Slayer and I will host the festivities, and Nick'll show off his shiny new North American belt. Until then ... you're just not worth our time, folks! @%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%%@@%@%@%@%@%@%@%%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@% The announcers talk it through for a bit, talking about C-Jack vs. Showtime later on tonight. They also make a note that due to travel snafus, Bill Curtis was unable to appear tonight and that his scheduled match with Stevie M. would have to be postponed. They cut to a shot in the back of Stevie M. looking very frustrated and taking his anger out on a locker in what looks to be one hell of a snit fit. They cut to a commercial, and then....... MATCH #4: SUBMISSION MATCH "The Philosopher" MIKHAIL TZSKOVA vs. DR. FEELGOOD. Tzskova comes out to big boos and "Heaven for Everyone" by Queen. He looks INCREDIBLY focused. He enters the ring, removes his sash and gives it to a ring attendant...and then he notices that EWC officials are wheeling down a portajohn...with a star on the door and Tzskova's name under it. Mikhail is incensed. He rolls out of the ring...swings open the door, and catches a boot right into the face by Dr. Feelgood, who was inside the john. They brawl on the outside for a bit, with Feelgood getting the advantage there, before heading into the ring. Feelgood sends Mikhail to the ropes... then drops to his knees and executes a drop toehold to a loud crowd pop. He then proceeds to work the legs for a bit, twisting and pulling at Tzskova's hamstrings, with Mikhail being a bit frustrated. Finally, Tzskova gets to the ropes, Feelgood backs off, and Mikhail gets to his feet and tries a fast boot to Feelgood's gut...but Feelgood reverses it into a dragon screw and goes back to working the leg, this time with the Ken Shamrock memorial anklelock submission. Tzskova gets to the ropes again. Feelgood picks him up, Tzskova elbows him in the gut once, then twice, then he crawls under his legs and flips him backward into a schoolboy..instead of going for the pin, he then flips forwards, yanking on Feelgood's leg with the bad knee on it, wrenching it. From there, Mikail works that knee for all it's worth.. kneedrops, kicks, a half crab...everything in the book. Feelgood tries to get on his feet at one point after hitting a diamond cutter to escape a suplex attempt, but he can't stand on the knee. Tzskova then hits, in succession, a shinbreaker atomic drop, a dragon screw of his own, and finally a posthole (tm Ernie Grendel) onto Feelgood's leg before executing the "Final Word" reverse figure four. Feelgood screams in pain for about a second, then regains his composure, and eventually makes it to the ropes. Unfortunately, "The Philosopher" won't let go of the hold. Referee Gerald Riley warns Mikhail, lays down a five count, and then finally has no choice but to disqualify Tzskova. ##################################### # WINNER: Dr. Feelgood, by DQ 7:12 # ##################################### Mikhail, however, *STILL* won't let go of the reverse figure four..he's very calmly attemping to break Feelgood's legs. The crowd is booing lustily until Titus Moongarden bursts to ringside, grabs Mikhail, and pulls him off of Feelgood and out of the ring. He then lifts Tzskova into a vertical suplex position, and then powerbombs him from that into the concrete...the move known as the "Out of Body Experience". He then goes to check on Feelgood, as paramedics make their way to ringside. They bandage the Doc up and carry him out of the ring on a gurney.. he doesn't look in good shape. Commercial.