Bryce Jordan Center, State College, PA < > Fans, we are off to another wild start here in the Elite Wrestling Council! Isaac Cross here with "Prime Time" Jeremy Byron and we're starting off with a firecracker of an opening match, as two-thirds of the Power Supply, Curtis "C-Jack" Stone and the reigning TV champion, "Nuclear" Nick Duncan are about to face down Dr. Destructo and the North American champ, Damien Omega. $$$$$$$$$ (Flashback to last week's Power Supply beatdown of Dr. Destructo, $EWC CAM$ followed by Damien Omega's save with a steel chair, sending all three $$$$$$$$$ men flying) And what we're about to witness here is the complete and systematic destruction of Destructo. You see, Isaac, Destructo is *FAR* from being the primary target here. Omega and his bleeding heart goody two-shoes crap couldn't WAIT to get in that ring, big red cape flying behind him and his spitcurl blowing in the wind. But you see, what that did was draw Omega into a fight where he's going to be pulled in one on one with either Stone or Duncan, maybe even Owens, and that North American title's gonna be on the line.... < > [Stone] Eyes forwarded and mouths shut, Penn State -- the C-Jack's got some words for the back, and I want to make SURE Dr. D and Nurse Damien can hear me! Last week, C-Jack proved to everyone the cold, hard, truth -- the Doctor Formerly Known As Destructo has taken up residency in the has-been suburb of Gone Soft, populatio....most of you! < > See, you look at me, and you see the epitome of athletic perfection, 21st century excellence brought to you a year early, quite simply the prototype for years to come. [Stone] If he's so advanced, how come he doesn't know the 21st century isn't for another 2 years, in 2001? Greatness isn't always in the details. Now finish eating your Tasty-Klair and let the man talk. I look at you, Doc, and I see a man who's lost his edge. I see a man who wakes up in the morning and doesn't recognize the man he sees. I look at you, and the worship is gone ... the respect is gone ... the fear is gone. So I'm not even gonna give you the kind of match you might still dream of -- you're going to have to face me right here, in the middle of the ring, and watch how a REAL wrestler goes to work. And of course the worst of it is, once upon a time, you'd have come after me and tried to rip me apart with your bare hands. But you have to hide now behind Damien Omega. You think you can avoid another embarrassment just because you got yourself a champion, because you got yourself some mighty wrestling god to do your work for you? Well, guess what, Doc ... the guy that's got the C-Jack's back tonight? He's a champion too ... and here he comes ... the rightly opinionated ... recently coronated ... and newly recaffeinated ... oh, why not just go to the map? MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL, WHO'S GONNA ANSWER C-JACK'S CALL? < > [Virtual Stone] To find a man who Damien fears, the earth you need not scour ... Just call on "Nuclear" Nick Duncan and he'll supply the power! [P/A SYSTEM] "Gimme Fuel Gimme Fire Gimme that which I desire...." <> [Nick] Well, it looks like the birds have all come home to roost. You see, I knew you two were in cahoots in that match. You pulled the old double team on me, cost me the title. But what you didn't count on was that Nick Duncan is the rebound king! *holds up the TV Title as the crowd boos loudly* Now, you guys cost me a title, I plan on costing you a title. EWC may say I can't challenge for that title, but my partner can. So what will happen tonight is that we're going to soften you up. Now, Doc, I know you're head is soften enough already, so we mind just take you out and then take you out of the picture Omega. It's going to be lights out when the Power Supply pulls the plug on you! +++SHORT REPORT MODE ON+++ Destructo out first for the good guys to "Funeral March", and charges the ring, hitting chop blocks and low shoulder tackles to the legs of both men. Destructo sends Stone to the ropes, Stone leapfrogs and Destructo runs *RIGHT* into a Duncan clothesline that nearly 360's him in the ring. The heels start laying the stomp on Destructo.. [P/A SYSTEM] *REAL*, REAL, Real....what it means to be real... MATCH #1: Curtis "C-Jack" Stone/Nick Duncan vs. Damien Omega/Dr. Destructo MEGA-POP as Omega sprints down to the ring and *NAILS* Duncan with a STIFF roundhouse kick that sends him tumbling over the top rope, then whips C-Jack into the far ropes in time for Doc to stand up and for both to deliver a double flapjack that causes Stone to bounce off of the ring ropes. Stone gets up, Destructo and Omega do stereo bounce off the ropes..and hit a simultaneous Front knee tackle/Enziguri combo that drops Stone on his face. Cover by Omega for a two count. From there it settles into a more classic tag team encounter. Omega works on the legs of Stone with kick combos while standing and leg twists when he was down. After about 30 seconds of this, he tags Dr D. and Destructo does more of the same, hitting a rolling hamstring stretch before settling into a half crab. Tag to Omega, who executes a slingshot elbowsplash on the back of Stone, then yanks him into the center legfirst. Tries for a figure four, but Stone kicks him into the far corner, where Duncan is waiting for a couple hard right hands. Tag out to Duncan, and Nick fires a couple of forearms into the back of Omega, then sends him to the ropes...but Omega fires back with a Thesz press for a 2 count. Omega up and BACK DOWN AGAIN when Duncan hits a running forearm smash. Duncan with a backbreaker out of a bodyslam position for a 2 count. Tag to Stone. Stone with a couple of kicks to the back, whip to the ropes, spinebuster. Stone talks trash to Destructo, which naturally draws him in and allows some double teaming followed by the illegal tag. Duncan with some forearms to the back, picks him up in a nice belly to back suplex. Duncan picks Omega up in an over the back backbreaker, tags in Stone, Stone climbs to the second rope, then falls down with a reverse DDT out of Duncan's backbreaker position...2 count. Stone picks up Omega in a high angle bodyslam, then bounced off the far ropes to tease a shoulderblock..but instead hit a flying shoulderblock on Destructo, sending him off the ring apron into the crowd. Stone got up, very pleased with himself...and ran right into a russian leg sweep by Omega that led into a two count. Both men up, Omega with a couple of headbutts on Stone, followed by a knee to the stomach, but Stone with a low blow to even the odds, followed by a short arm clothesline...only to have Destructo charge the ring with an UGLY clothesline that flattened Stone. Fortunately, referee Ray Chapman forced Destructo out of the ring while Stone tagged out to Duncan. Duncan picking him up for a gutwrench suplex, but Omega reverses into a backdrop. Omega staggers around, Duncan tries for the running forearm smash again but Omega ducks under, Duncan comes back off, Omega with a STIFF roundhouse kick that sends Duncan to the corner. Omega to the opposite corner for a Muta-esque handspring elbow.. but Duncan steps out and CATCHES HIM IN MID LEAP ...SNAP BELLY TO BACK that makes Omega go limp. Cover...2 3/4 count. Duncan then links his hands together and makes a suplex motion, and sets up for the "Chain Reaction"...but Omega twists around and lands a Tomikaze. Both men lay motionless for a few seconds. They do the crawl... Duncan tags Stone, who gets to Omega before he makes the hot tag, yanks him back, and puts him up for a running backbreaker....but when he flips Omega down, Omega rolls over, lands on his feet, and hits a dropkick that not only knocks Stone back, but sends him into his own corner, where the hot tag is made. Destructo is ALL OVER both men for a minute with chops and fists, then grabs Stone and nails a belly to belly before Duncan hits a boot right across the face. This draws Omega in with the bulldog and we've got a pier six. After a brief tussle, Duncan with a knee to the gut and an attempted double underhook DDT, but Omega escaped and backdropped Duncan out of the ring. Meanwhile, Stone sends Destructo to the turnbuckle and tries for the shouldertackle, but Doc dodges, and Stone goes shoulder first into the steel ringpost. Destructo yanks him out, hits the shoulderbreaker, tags Omega, then goes outside to head off Duncan. Omega off the top with a splash..but Stone rolls with it and grabs a handful of tights for the 1 2 3. *WINNER*WINNER*WINNER*WINNER*WINNER*WINNER*WINNER* * Duncan/Stone, via pinfall 10:22 * *WINNER*WINNER*WINNER*WINNER*WINNER*WINNER*WINNER* Postmatch, Stone and Duncan beat a hasty retreat, but not before Destructo got his hands on a mic..... [Destructo] "Well, it seems somebody has a problem with the Doc. And just to be sure, he's got his two goons at his side to help him out. Stone, you have any idea how many times I've been beat on by three people? If I had a dollar for every time that happened, I could have your mother for a night, and plenty left over. But here's my main problem...I saw the replay of our match. I heard your little comments. Someone who looked up to me as much as you has to know this: I NEVER NEEDED ANYBODY. My first tag match in wrestling, I got stabbed in the back by my partner. It taught me a very valuable lesson. I based my career on one thing: To rely only on myself---my skill and my determination. The only time I ever worked with anybody was to help out "Sweet" Jimmy Lowe in the USeW. That was as much for fun as it was for business. Stone, are you this eager to have your career ended? You really want me to rediscover my roots? Son, you have no idea what you're asking. I'm willing....if you've got the guts to accept my match..." Destructo laying out a challenge to Stone, and Stone's pointing at him, telling him that he's on!!!! Folks, next week, Stone vs. Destructo one on one. When will this idiot learn? His team just lost. In fact, the North American Champion was pinned CENTER RING by C-Jack! And you know that that's gonna mean title bout in the near future.... Omega's a fighting champion, and I'm SURE he's ready and waiting for all challenges..wait, something going on in the back? @@%%@@%@%%@%@%@%@%@%%@%@%@%@%@%@%%@%@ <> [Solo] "Strutter, what can you tell us about what happened last week between you and Joshua Collins? Is there trouble..." {TR Parker parts his way past Solo, ignoring the question and takes a look back to the Hummer.} [TR Parker] "Who drove the Hummer?" {The crew looks perplexed as no one seems to know, and in the confusion "The Strutter" TR Parker disappears into the arena.} %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% (Camera shows the legs and hands of a man pulling on a pair of wrestling boots.) Athletic Gear: $24.95 (Camera shows the hands and arms of a man as he wraps his hands and forearms in adhesive tape) Medical Supplies: $6.79 (Camera, from the back, shows a man rubbing liniment on his shoulder, which has several visible scars against the tan.) Surgery to re-attach torn biceps muscle: $11,500 (Camera shows a curtain, through which comes EWC wrestler "Crazy" Jay Gillette enters. Camera then pans to show the crowd that is givng up a huge pop for Jay's entrance.) The roar of the fans: Priceless Some things money can't buy.... ...for everything else, there's MasterCard. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% MATCH #2: "STUNNING" STEVIE MAURITZ vs. Bean Martinez Martinez was already in the ring as "Unbelievable" by EMF started up, the lights were toned down and yellow stars circled all over the audience. From the back came the former Stevie M., now billed as "Stunning" Stevie Mauritz, a moniker he was constantly throwing at the camera. Mauritz was now wearing a white amateur singlet with some black writing on it. The camera zoomed in to see what it was...) Oh, will you believe this? "Who's The King, Baby?" I can't believe the arrogance of this jerk. Who does he think he is, Elvis? He's got one thing up on Elvis...he's alive, and he's skinny. OK, so that's two things. Despicable actions last week as Mauritz assaulted his FORMER best friend and tag team partner Tommy B. Cool, and now apparently he's out for one thing....himself! (After jawwing a bit with the fans, Mauritz climbs into the ring and the referee rings the bell...) Both men made their way to the center of the ring to start the match, but Mauritz refused to lock up with a "midget". He spent the first minute or so arguing his case with the referee, despite being only 6'1 to Beans 5'10. At one point, Mauritz even got on his knees, offering to wrestle the match from there. After Bean responded with a dropkick to the mush, Mauritz abandonded that strategy. The first couple of minutes was pretty even. Bean hit some midgrade high flying, Mauritz responded with some mid grade tech stuff and it basically evened out. One high point was Bean getting a two count off a quick rollup, other than that, even down the middle. The major turning point came in the 3rd minute, where Bean managed to setup Mauritz for a top rope frankensteiner. Before he could finish the move, however, Mauritz interrupted it with a top rope inverted atomic drop! From there, Mauritz made swift work of Bean, polishing him off with a standing enziguri followed by the Ratings Grabber, a slingshot hurricanrana for the 3 count. *WINNER*WINNER*WINNER*WINNER*WINNER*WINNER*WINNER* * "Stunning Steve Mauritz, via pinfall, 3:45 * *WINNER*WINNER*WINNER*WINNER*WINNER*WINNER*WINNER* @%@%@%@%@%@%@%@%@@%@% [We cut to the backstage area where Adrienne Solo is pacing, apparently waiting for someone to head towards the ring. Just when he begins to appear frustrated Mike Powers bursts onto the screen clenching a bunch of papers--he seems very excited.] [AS] Mike Powers, with your challenge of last week having been accepted, you're about to face off against the insane luchadore Militar de Furia. Any comments? [MP] You know, up until a few days ago my answer would have been a resounding _NO_. I would have told algae like you to just keep your eyes on the ring and get ready to applaude move after move. *waving the documents in hair* But now, that's all changed. [AS] Okay, you keep waving around those papers, practically begging me to ask about them. I'll bite, what exactly do you have there. *goes to look at the documents* [MP] UNH, UNH, UNH!!! You are not going to ruin MY big announcement...my fulfillment of an OBLIGATION to bring each and every one of my fans filling all of those seats in this arena and watching in bedrooms across the country this BREAKING NEWSFLASH!!! [AS] Will you just get on with it!?! [MP] All this week, I'm studying tapes for my upcoming match trying desperately to understand why Militar is such a terrible wrestler. I watch more tape, I make some phone calls, and I even sink to going on-line--but still, something doesn't add up. Nothing explains why he's just so bad. But then, like a message from above, it hit me. I did a little more legwork and then everything made sense. My dear fans, I hate to be the one to tell all of you, but Militar de Furia is a fraud. [AS] What did you just say? [MP] Hey don't shoot the messenger sweet-cheeks. You heard me--Militar is a FRAUD. The reason why he wears a mask, the reason why he's so desheveled and out of sorts, is because he is NOT a luchadore. In fact, he's NOT EVEN MEXICAN!!! That man's real name is SAUL ROSENFELD and he's _actually_ from BOCA RATON, FLORIDA!!! [AS] WHAT!?! [MP] SAUL, tonight it is time for you to COME OUT. Abandon your fraudulent life! Admit who you are! Stop trying to ride the coattails of the latino-salsa craze. Quit trying to be Ricky Martin, end those dreams of nights with Jennifer Lopez, come clean already and end this charade. I'm telling you...no, I'm BEGGING you, everybody out there is begging you...for your own good, just be true to yourself. 'Cause if you won't, then I'm going to have go out there and make you. (before AS can ask anything else, the opening chords of Limp Bizkit's "Break Stuff" starts up and Powers, after shaking those papers one final time, walks off camera towards the ring)