~N.A.C.W.~
Pay-Per-View NetCast
"N.A.C.W. World Tour II"
Airing from the Nakajima Sports Arena in Sapporo, Japan
Date: May 29, 1999
Steve White: Tonight, we have eleven action packed matches for those of you who purchased this pay-per-view...
Tony Davis: Even for those of you watching is scrambled...
White: Though that's not a good idea. Anyone who has seen the lineup knows we have some great talent on the card. We have four, possibly five main-event caliber matches on the show. Of course, we have two in Classon/Russell-Deegans and Blottie-Soriano, but Brooks-Zachary and Kitching-Rhodes could easily be there as well.
Davis: Also, for those of you who bought the pay-per-view in hopes of seeing Kid Rock, well, you're in bad luck, because that long-haired bastard cancelled on us, but that's okay, because we got ourselves a good band to replace them, but to find out...you'll have to wait until later in the show.
White: Battle royal's up next, so let's go to Drew Fortesque!
~NACW~ Opening Match: Battle Royal
Written by: Alan Soriano
T.D: I've just been handed a note from Paul Davidsons offices, and it says that the winner of this battle royal will recieve a shot at the NACW Television title! So, quite a bit at stake here, Steve!
*DING*
(Nobody comes out)
S.W: Well, it says here Jermaine Hester is the first man to come out, but hes not there!
*Ding*
S.W: And theres Pablo Miguel coming to the ring...
T.D: Man, hes getting as big as his brother!
S.W: Jiggling all over..geez...
*DING*
T.D: Now here comes Bronco to the ring!
S.W: First action for Bronco, and he is pounding on the younger Miguel in the corner..30 seconds coming up now..
*DING*
S.W:And Jaguar now sprinting to the ring, JUST AS BRONCO HAS THROWN PABLO MIGUEL OVER THE TOP ROPE! PABLO IS ELIMINATED!
T.D: Actually, Steve, Pablo tried a running spear, and Bronco used all that momentum to throw him over! And Jaguar attacks Bronco from behind...But Bronco nails a kick to the gut..SPinning neckbreaker!
*DING*
S.W: And here comes Guapo! All 330 lbs of him!
T.D: Dear God, hes wearing a Mexican flag Speedo! God help us all!
S.W: God, whats that smell? Tony, did you..
T.D: DONT LOOK AT ME! Look at what just passed us to get in the ring!
S.W: Oh God, and he has beans all over his mouth..Oh good lord!
*DING*
T.D: And one half of The Ghetto Boyz, Mister Muscle, is running into the ring..And cleaning house! Knocking down Bronco, now Guapo, AND JAGUAR! And Muscle brawling down on Guapo!
*DING*
S.W: Now VooDoo coming down to the ring! The former partner of Chris Widmayer is in the ring and has attacked Mr. Muscle! 5 guys in the ring now....
T.D: Soon to be six..
*DING*
S.W; And theres Wrench, the other half of the Ghetto Boyz..And he goes right for VooDoo!
T.D: Big Mistake! VooDoo has just clotheslined Wrench over the top rope! Wrench HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
S.W: The others brawling amongst each other..Kind of looking pathetic...
*DING*
T.D: And the most electrifying man in the NACW, or so is his gimmick, Shock makes his way down to the ring and joins the fray!
S.W: All the men brawling now, no real alliances, Muscle doing well, as is Bronco...But Shock getting nailed by Guapo! Now Guapo...CLimbing the turnbuckle?
T.D: OH MY GOD, HES GONNA CAVE IN THE RING!
S.W: Looks to be setting up for a GuapoSault...But SHock is up! Guapo is only on the second turnbuckle..That fat ass is taking too long! And SHock..PUSHES HIM OVER! GUAPO FLIES OUT AND LANDS ON HIS NECK!
*DING*
T.D: Here comes Rasta Farian! And hes going into this with a vengance! Jaguar slumped in a corner..FARIAN GOES FOR HIM! Grabs him by his stupid mask..AND THROWS HIM OVER THE TOP! Now Shock over..AND FARIAN THROWS HIM OVER AS WELL!
*DING*
S.W: Bi Polar Bear wobbles to the ring now, And slides in, now VooDoo starts in on him as well as Muscle...And Farian now getting beaten on by Bronco
*DING*
T.D: And the last competitor comes to the ring in Jeremy Houston..AND LOOK AT THIS! Grabs Bronco by the hair...THERE HE GOES! Now he clotheslines Muscle from behind..AND MUSCLE GOES OVER THE TOP! Houston really taking over! But Rasta comes over and lays an axehandle into the back of Houston!
S.W: VooDoo and Bi Polar Bear brawling in the corner...Houston and Farian brawling...Now Farian...Whips Houston into the corner..AND HOUSTON HITS BI POLAR BEAR AND VOODOO! Now Farian with a running start...BIG AVALANCHE!
T.D: Hes from Jamaica mon, it doesent even snow there...Houston and VooDoo fall down, Bi Polar Bear stuck in the corner..And Farian..Grabs him..AND THROWS HIM OUT! Its down to three!
S.W: This has been a great way to start the show, the fans appear to be into it!
T.D: Man, if the crappiest match on the card is this good, imagien the rest of the card!..Wait, did I just say that?
S.W: VooDoo and Farian double teaming Houston..BUT HOUSTON APPLIES DUAL LOW BLOWS FROM HIS KNEES! Farian and VooDoo are doubled over..Houston up..grabs VooDoo..And..TOSSES HIM OUT! Farian still doubled over...Houston hooks him...standing scissor..And piledrives him! Houston Now..holding up Fairan in a bodyslam position...AND THROWS HIM OUT! THATS IT! HOUSTON WINS! HOUSTON WITH A SHOT AT EITHER CRUSHIN RUSSIAN OR OBEDIAH FOR THAT BELT! Great match, folks, and more soon to come, much more!
~NACW~ Official Result
"Hell's Angel" Jeremy Houston wins, last eliminating Rasta Farian.
White: Houston suffered a loss in his first match, against the Crushin' Russian, though there is a debate about whether or not he scored a three-count that was waived off, but now, if Russian beats Obediah tonight, then he'll get his chance to prove himself again!
Davis: Hey, I'm in the majority on that issue. Houston got the three, but the damn ref called it off. He's probably a commie.
White: Our next match featured two rivals, as Shaun McWhirter is looking to make up for the embarassment that he suffered a couple of weeks ago when he appeared to have been inducted into the Blood Brothers, onto to get savagely beaten. Let's head up to the ring.
~NACW~ Revenge Match
Josh Walters v. Shaun McWhirter
Written by: Brandon Williams
<"Iron Man" by Black Sabbath plays... The crowd doesn't quite know what to do.>
Drew Fortesque: Ladies and Gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. weighing in at 267 lbs., Shaun McWhirter!
<"Bitter Sweet" by Fuel plays...>
Drew Fortesque: His opponent, weighing 245 pounds, Josh Walters!
Tony Davis: Here comes Josh Walters....
Steve White: Yeah, here he is, that's for sure.
Tony Davis: These two are sizing each other up.
Steve White: McWhirter, as Walters has his back turned, tries to clothesline his opponent from behind, but Walters ducks... And nails him with his own! Picks Walters up, and just shoves him down, but picks him right back up, and front slams him. He takes the leg of McWhirter and... Yes, using the old Funkin' Spinning Toe Hold on McWhirter. Will McWhirter submit?
Tony Davis: I don't think so, but of course that's what I think about alot of people.
Steve White: McWhirter counters it with an inside cradle. One, two, kickout. That pissed Walters off. Walters stomps away at McWhirter. McWhirter feeling the effects of trying to sneak it in.
Tony Davis: Sneaking doesn't prove you're superior, but maybe sneakier.
Steve White: I guess, but you need to get in that top 5 in the NACW, that's what you need to do!
Tony Davis: No, Steve. You need to get in the Number One position.
Steve White: Tony, right now, that position is inaccessible to both of these, but we'll in the months to come.
Tony Davis: Yeah.
Steve White: Anyway, McWhirter is just getting beat down with elbowdrops and fistdrops by his opponent, Josh Walters.
Tony Davis: When will he go for the cover?
Steve White: I wouldn't day McWhirter is ready yet!
Tony Davis: Well do you know?
Steve White: Got a point. Walters picks McWhirter up, no... He's just putting him in a sleeper. He's going to wear him down.
Tony Davis: That's good! We like to see a well-drawn out match sometimes. I mean, a whole card of it, that's boring. The NACW gives you tons of this, tons of brawling, tons of hardcore, tons of high flying... We don't single out any style.
Steve White: McWhirter tries to get up... Yes, back to his feet. He throws off Walters, but Walters counters! My god! He countered a push off, kind of an Irish Whip, right into a bulldog. Cover!
Tony Davis: Amazing.
Steve White: One, two, kickout. Barely.
Tony Davis: Close call.
Steve White: Yup. Walters on his feet. Waits... Waits for McWhirter to get back too. McWhirter is looking at the crowd... Having a little word with a guy in the crowd. I don't know why he has his eyes off Walters. That's not right!
Tony Davis: Walters, over there, is ready to just cream him from behind. He's going to wait until he...
Steve White: My god!
Tony Davis: Turns around.
Steve White: That was a brutal spinning heel kick by Walters. He waits for McWhirter again. He gets back up. Walters goes for a kick to the midsection, which is caught... And, is it--- enzuigiri!
Tony Davis: Oh, I see what he's doing.
Steve White: We all know now, those are two of Owen Hart's moves. Owen Hart, who as you all know sadly passed away on Sunday in a freak accident.... Condolences to the Hart Family, Martha, Oje--
Tony Davis: Look what he's doing now!
Steve White: It looks like... the Sharpshooter! Is he going to give up?
He's got no chance except to... ropes... He got the ropes. That was all
but luck. He wasn't quite in the middle of the ring...
Tony Davis: Actually, it was very not in the center!
Steve White: Yeah. He could have got the ropes immediately, but we'll never know why he didn't. Maybe he just didn't realize where he was.
Tony Davis: Probably why.
Steve White: Back to the action. Walters picks the hurting McWhirter up. Fireman's... Samoan Drop by Walters. Cover, One... Two... but the shoulder lifts up.
Tony Davis: He lifted the shoulder.
Steve White: Cover again. One, two, kickout this time.
Tony Davis: Like he'd win like that! Do some more moves, Josh!
Steve White: Josh Walters, clearly dominating to this point.
Tony Davis: McWhirter gets up!
Steve White: McWhirter misses a roundhouse punch, and receives a European uppercut, comes back and gets a fist to the face by Walters. McWhirter, off the ropes, and Walters DDT's him off the ropes, if you can see that.
Tony Davis: He sort of twisted around and DDT'ed McWhirter.
Steve White: Cover again, but kicks out does McWhirter, immediately.
Tony Davis: An Alert Wrestler is the best wrestler.
Steve White: A Wrestler who isn't really the best at all... Or could even make it here in my view. Walters sets Shaun up on the top rope... Walters' back is towards the camera, so its not the Walt Assault. Superplex, and on the impact, he flips over right into the pin. One, two, kickout again. McWhirter just won't stay down.
Tony Davis: Credit him.
Steve White: I did!
Tony Davis: Say "I credit Shaun McWhirter for kicking out."
Steve White: Ugh. I credit Shaun McWhirter for kicking out. Happy?
Tony Davis: Yeah.
Steve White: Sleeperhold applied by Josh Walters, again trying to wear down his opponent, Shaun McWhirter.
Tony Davis: We've got some real good matches tonight, don't we?
Steve White: Yeah, alot. Alot as already gone down!
Tony Davis: That's for sure.
Steve White: Walters releases. That's odd, people don't usually release sleepers. Cover by Walters one, two, th-- no!
Tony Davis: That was two?
Steve White: Yup. Walters picks up McWhirter. McWhirter dazed.
Tony Davis: Real dazed.
Steve White: Walters sends McWhirter for the ride. McWhirter rebounds and Walters hits a spinebuster slam. Great move. Cover. One, kickout. Waltes picks up, no, he just slams McWhirter's head to the mat. Cover again. One, two, kickout. Now he's slapping him around, just playing with Shaun McWhirter. Walters sets him up on the turnbuckle. And there's the Walt Assault, top-rope powerbomb. Goes for the pin and the one..... two.... three. Josh Walters is your winner.
Tony Davis: There was no doubt here.
Drew Fortesque: Here is your winner, Josh Walters!
<"Bitter Sweet" by Fuel plays, as Josh Walters leaves to boos and trash thrown at him.>
~NACW~ Official Result
Josh Walters wins via pinfall following the Walt Assault.
Davis: Jesus, McWhirter's really messed himself up lately. You'd think he'd come in gangbusters because of what's on his resume, but he has really sucked.
White: McWhirter's just one of those cases where he needs something to wake him up to get him started. Looks like he hasn't found it yet.
~NACW~ Extreme Submission Match
Vaggy Magoo v. Rob Trainor
Written by: Alan Soriano
S.W: Well fans, next up for you we have a unique kind of match..An extreme submission match!
T.D: Thats right..And since Bryan Storm was severely injured at the hands of "Big Dog" Justin Russell, theres no telling who might replace him..
S.W: Well, Davidson sent us a note saying there is a replacement, so lets get to the ring!
Ann: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS EXTREME SUBMISSION MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST..
("So What" by The Anti Nowhere League plays...)
Ann; WEIGHING IN AT 325 LBS..ROB TRAINOR!
(Trainor comes out looking pissed, saying something about Metallica...He storms to the ring and prepares...)
Ann: AND HIS OPPONENT, WEIGHING IN AT 240 LBS...VAGGY MAGOO????
S.W: WHAT???
T.D: THE MYTH! THE LEGENDARY VAGGY!
(No music, just a guy in a purple sweatshirt and green sweatpants with fucked up Gallagher like hair under a derby hat coming out from the back..He takes the hat off for a second and shows hes really bald...The fans cheer, and laugh..He points to Trainor and asks for a mic...)
S.W: Oh God...
Vaggy: You know Mister Rob...Mister Trainor...Im Vaggy...Thats right..Vaggy...He suck does Vaggy..Sucks a bit quite does Vaggy...Im Vaggy..He suck...
S.W: What the fuck?
Vaggy: No Vaggy talk to you...Vaggy talking to you and you listen when Vaggy talk about how much you are Rob Trainor and he suck!
T.D: Good lord! Trainor is holding his head..Now Vaggy enters the ring! Theres the bell!
*DING*
Vaggy: Vaggy say another thing...Rob Trainor no like cabbage..He no give Rob cabbage..Vaggy love cabbage..Vaggy eat cabbage today..He eat raw cabbage...Vaggy make cole slaw in his pants...
S.W: And the dry heaves start for Trainor as Vaggy has just shown Trainor the cole slaw!
T.D: Good God all mighty!
Vaggy: See Vaggys slaw? Vaggy like slaw...Pants keep cole slaw warm just the way Vaggy like it!
S.W: Oh God! Vaggy has pulled some rancid looking white crap from his pants and is eating it in handfulls! And Trainor..HAS THROWN UP!
T.D: Oh man! We gotta leave, this is atrocious..Go to a promo or something!
S.W: Trainor heaving and Vaggy looks at him in a questioning way...
Vaggy; Vaggy ask Rob Trainor if he okay...Vaggy offer some slaw to Trainor..
T.D: HE SHOVED THAT RANCID SLAW INTO TRAINORS FACE!
Vaggy: You no like Vaggys slaw? Vaggy no like your slaw..He suck! Vaggy no eat your slaw with a butterknife..
S.W: The fuck?
Vaggy: Vaggy love slaw..Slaw love Vaggy..Oh, you standing up Mister Rob...Where doe sRob go? Rob leave Vaggy in the ring?
S.W: And Trainor grabbing the mic now! Whats this?
Trainor: Man, you are sick! I give up..I cant work under these conditions..
T.D: WHAT? TRAINOR SUBMITTED! HE SAID HE GIVES UP!
Vaggy: Vaggy right! He say that right! Vaggy suck and you suck too!
T.D: The fans laughing at Trainor as is Vaggy! As am I! HA HA HA! THERES THE BELL AND VAGGY WINS! THAT WAS GREAT! HA HA!
S.W: pay per view has gone to an all time low!
~NACW~ Official Result
Vaggy Magoo wins via submission following cole slaw from the pants and, basically, annoying the poor son of a bitch to submission (wouldn't you feel the same way?).
~NACW~ Tag Team Match
The Rebels v. The Cali Connection
Written by: Brandon Williams
Steve White: Well, we've got our next match, tag team match up next. This should be great. This should actually be a classic here at World Tour II in the Nakajima Sports Arena.
Tony Davis: The Rebels, we've seen alot of tension from these two. And they haven't been on the hottest of streaks since losing the big belts. One may speculate that the Rebels tonight are actually no match for the Cali Connection when it comes to overall tag team co-ordination and co-operation.
Steve White: They have been a tag team for years, but yes, there is alot of tension, and well... I for one doubt at this point they can defeat the Cali Connection and I hope the Cali's can defeat these two.
Tony Davis: Steve, you're actually going to root for the Cali Connection?
Steve White: The Rebels, look Tony, they are two of the most worthless pieces of scum on this Earth. Blaze and Coast shall really take it to them.
Tony Davis: I'm really going to agree with you.
<"Southern California" by Wax plays as Johnny "Sun" Coast and Johnny Blaze come down to ringside. Some boos, some cheers. They come out carrying surfboards.>
Drew Fortesque: This tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall. Making their way to the ring, from California, at a total combined weight of 433 pounds, Johnny "Sun" Coast, Johnny Blaze... The Cali Connection!
Steve White: Well here they are. The Cali Connection.
Tony Davis: We're just waiting for their opponents.
Steve White: Yeah. The Cali Connection came up short of the NACW Tag Team Championships on Sunday. Whichever team does infact win this match may actually be put into an upcoming Tag Team Title Match with either the Deegans, the champions... or in our Co-Main Event, it could turn out to be Justin Russell and Billy Classon. This is, however, just speculation.
<"Soul Rebels" by Bill Marley and the Wailers play... The Rebels make their way to ringside, the Revenger walks straight in and the Cali Connection rolls to the outside. The Revenger then grabs the microphone off of Drew Fortesque. Blood Boy is slapping hands still.>
The Revenger: The Japanese... You idiots were held in concentration camps in World War II... And damn, I wish every single one of you was still in there. Blood Boy, get the hell in here.
The Revenger: Hahaha... Japan... Wong Chang Chong Yang. [Writer's Note: I guess he gets China and Japan confused.] Ohhh... I had a Suzuki once, but it fell apart after three weeks. Blood Boy, do you have any words for Japan?
Blood Boy: Yeah. You guys, I'm sorry for what he says... The Rebels are here, and hell, we want our belts back!
Steve White: Well, there you have it. Two men at it now, Blaze at 243, Blood Boy twenty or thirty pounds lighter. Blaze charges at Blood Boy, Mexican Armdrag by Blood Boy. Blaze again, same result, same move.
Tony Davis: I'm surprised the fans actually get along with Blood Boy.
Steve White: He almost seems anti-Revenger.
Tony Davis: Almost?
Steve White: Johnny Blaze gets up and takes to Coast. Coast runs at Blood Boy, and gets dropkicked to the outside. Blaze gets back in. Are we going by Lucha Libre rules here?
Tony Davis: Almost. I think I saw a tag when he flew out, though. In mid-air.
Steve White: Okay. Revenger here is yelling for the tag. Blood Boy is deciding, and he'll tag his partner in. The Rebels... The Cali Connection here at World Tour II. Revenger runs at Blaze, and Blaze with his own Mexican Armdrag, and he repeats it! That's a good move for 243. We don't usually see that from him. We just saw the same thing. Revenger is getting on to the referee about the hair, I don't know WHY, but while he's doing this, Blood Boy is telling the referee just to make him get back to wrestling.
Tony Davis: I like Blood Boy. He wants the match to continue. However, Revenger.....
Steve White: Anyway, he just tags back to Blood Boy, and for the third time, we have Blood Boy vs. Johnny Blaze here. This one is a slow starter.
Tony Davis: That's for sure!
Steve White: They lock up. Blaze with a side headlock applied, Blood Boy pushes him off, Blaze runs, Blood Boy ducks to the ground and Johnny hops right over, comes back and Blood Boy leapfrogs him, comes back again and gets a monkey flip from Blood Boy. Blood Boy picks him up, throws him into the buckle. Blood Boy charges, and does a somersault kind of move off his chest.
Tony Davis: Oh, clap, clap.
Steve White: And clotheslines him to the outside.
Tony Davis: Revenger goes to the outside, what's he doing?
Steve White: He takes Johnny Blaze, throws him into the guardrail, and now... he's going for a chair, but Blood Boy goes out and takes Blaze back in.
Tony Davis: Blood Boy wants wrestling, Revenger wants to cheat. We've established that, as well as that they are at odds.
Steve White: Blood Boy takes Blaze... leaps up, he's goi-- Powerbomb! Blaze powerbombed Blood Boy when Blood Boy was going for a hurricanrana I presume.
Tony Davis: That was a good powerbomb! He weighs alot more though.
Steve White: And for a counter. You'd usually get a better one if you were doing it for the first move, not the counter. He almost could have turned that into the Blaze Blast.
Tony Davis: He still buried him, allowing him to take to "Sun" Coast.
Steve White: Right, Johnny "Sun" Coast and Blood Boy. Two lightweights. Dropkick by Blood Boy, stuns Coast. Coast dropkicks Blood Boy and he's stunned, and they both... Double clothesline! Both men down. Revenger comes in, Blaze threatens to come in and chases him out.
Tony Davis: What a wimp! He's 270, 6'5" and afraid of a smaller man!
Steve White: Every man is equal size given the opportunity, Tony. Now, Referee laying the count on... well the two men laying, and both men up at exactly the same time. Punch by Coast, Blood Boy blocks and delivers his own. Coast slides under Blood Boy's legs, but Blood Boy... WOAH! He kind of did a reverse dropkick to the head, or a baseball slide. I've never seen that! Coast, though, still gets up, though effected. Blood Boy runs off the ropes and from behind... MAN! REVERSE HURRICANRANA TO JOHNNY COAST! Cover... One, two, broken by Blaze. That could have been all. Revenger after Blaze. Blaze back to the apron, as is Revenger.
Tony Davis: That was a great move though.
Steve White: Certainly was, Tony. Blood Boy picks up Coast, Irish Whip, reversed and Blood Boy goes straight into the NACW official.
Tony Davis: Not good, not good for anyone.
Steve White: Revenger's got the chair. He goes into the ring. Blood Boy's trying to stop him. Revenger wants to use it... but Blood Boy's blocking him. He... Revenger shoves Blood Boy out of the way while holding the chair in the other hand! There certainly is something here between the Rebels. Revenger nails Coast, Blaze, and hits them both while they're down! He's telling Blood Boy to get one. Blood Boy is shaking his head.
Tony Davis: He's going to play by the rules.
Steve White: Blood Boy has head enough, he takes the chair off Revenger, he tosses it out of the ring. Revenger wakes up the referee... Sweet Revenge on Johnny Coast. That Reverse DDT. He nailed it. Blood Boy does not know what to do.
Tony Davis: I wouldn't be surprised if he just left.
Steve White: Well he wakes up the Referee some more... That Referee is out of it! Referee getting senses back. Revenger's covering Coast. Blood Boy, to the top... Bloodsquirt on Blaze! That's on amazing high-flying... Mexican move. The Referee sees Blood Boy's pin. One, two, three. The Revenger is sort of upset that he didn't get the pin. Blood Boy seems even more upset he had to resort to an illegal object, but I think he knows that its the only way.
Tony Davis: He didn't want to.
Steve White: He didn't.
Drew Fortesque: Here are your winners, The Rebels!
<"Soul Rebels" plays.>
Steve White: Revenger kicks the Cali Connection out of the ring. He asks for the mic, which is thrown to him.
The Revenger: What was that all about?
Blood Boy: I didn't want to have anything to do with the chair. I'm sorry.
The Revenger: Sorry? Look, you should have used the chair like I did. Come on! You got no referee, who's gonna care?
Blood Boy: I am.
The Revenger: You are? You're not the referee!
Blood Boy: I had a hard time taking the win, maybe I should have just let you get the pin there, Revenger.
The Revenger: No, that's nothing. We won. We're en route to the titles, Blood Boy.
Blood Boy: Its my problem, not yours. I had a hard time accepting victory like that. Wrestling should just be, well, Revenger, wrestling. Two men using nothing but what they have on 'em to score submission or pinfall. And not like brass knuckles in the tights.
The Revenger: Come on! You're sucking up to the people again, aren't you? They're not people, they're Japanese!
Blood Boy: And that makes them what? Dogs? Cats?
The Revenger: Japanese.
Blood Boy: You just don't get it, do you?
The Revenger: Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Chairs are illegal. I'll try my best to remember that.
Steve White: Well that was just...
Tony Davis: I know. We have some trouble, don't we?
Steve White: Alot! Red Leaf has alot to do with the Rebels, lets see if he has anything to do with them when he wrestles the Flying Scotsman for the Toughman Championship, shortly here on World Tour II.
~NACW~ Official Result
The Rebels win as Blood Boy pins Johnny Blaze.
~NACW~ Toughman Title Match
The Flying Scotsman (c) v. Red Leaf
Written by: Brian J. Blottie
SW: This has been an amazing card thus far, and it can only get better now, as we have a Scaffold match set� but several men have come down to the ring with tables, led by World Champion Brian J. Blottie, U.S. Champion Jeremy Rhodes, and the Toughman champ himself, The Flying Scotsman. They are directing these men to set the tables up in the ring� AND LIGHT THEM ON FIRE?!
TD: Ummm� I think the word "Toughman" just took a new meaning. This is an INSANE championship match!
SW: The Flying Scotsman is climbing up to the top of that rigging, onto the Scaffold, as Red Leaf is coming out from the back, interested in what's happening at ringside. Leaf looks into the ring, and that's a look of utter terror!
TD: I'd be terrified too, if I looked into a ring and saw burning tables inside of it, and a Scaffold I'd be fighting on above it!
SW: Red Leaf is trying to go to the back, but officials are blocking the way, and the remaining two Blood Brothers are making their way towards him, telling him to go to the ring or "suffer the consequences". Red Leaf is very slowly making his way to the ring.
TD: Who blames him? The big man is going in against one of the best hardcore wrestlers in this sport, and the ring is filled with flaming tables! I wouldn't even step into that ring. Injury is a VERY mean thing. I know.
SW: Finally, Leaf is climbing onto the rigging, and up to the top. Drew Fortesque is too awed to even announce these two, as he is staring at this amazing sight the same as we are. And if you ordered the pay-per-view, you know who both Red Leaf and The Flying Scotsman are. Finally, the bell rings, and Red Leaf is just staring down, a look of fear spread across his face. Scots rushes at him, but Red Leaf delivers a lariat, driving Scots to the ground. Red Leaf is now moving towards the center of this scaffold, trying to stay away from those sides. The Flying Scotsman is back up, rubbing his jaw. Red Leaf goes to deliver a big stomp, but Scots catches it and lifts up, throwing Red Leaf hard onto the wooden scaffold.
TD: There is no spring back on that scaffold like there is on the ring, so that has GOT to hurt. This is a very dangerous match, and even though it's been lowered from the normal 20 feet high to 8 feet, because of the Owen Hart incident, this is still incredibly risky for both of these combatants.
SW: And the fact that the ring is now basically on fire doesn't make it any safer. Red Leaf is pulling himself slowly to his feet, but Scots doesn't allow him up. Scots putting the boots to him, and now motions down to his Brothers at ringside� Rhodes just tossed a chair up there! WHAT A THROW! Scots catches it, and is backing Leaf up with it. Leaf looks behind him, seeing how close to the edge he is, and now sits up, on his knees, lowering his head. He WANTS the chairshot!
TD: Better than plummeting onto those tables!
SW: True. And Scots plants that chair onto the top of Leaf's head! AND IT'S BENT IN HALF! Scots again signals to his Brothers, and Blottie this time tosses� THE WORLD TITLE BELT! Scots looks at it, admiring it a little, then turns it around and nails Red Leaf, who looks up, right between the eyes! Leaf is clutching his face, and Scots now tosses the belt back down to Blottie, who catches it. Scots dragging Red Leaf back to his feet� and Red Leaf is begging off, forgetting where he is! Scots dropkicks him� OH MY GOD! RED LEAF JUST FLEW OFF THAT SCAFFOLD! THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLES! RED LEAF IS DOWN, AND WRITHING IN PAIN ON THE MAT!
TD: The Flying Scotsman wins this one, but look who's coming to the ring� Revenger!
SW: Blottie and Rhodes are busy smiling at the ring, as Revenger nails both of them into the backs with a chair! Both men go down, as Revenger drops the chair and starts climbing up the rigging. Scots is not looking, as he's just looking down in amazement that Leaf actually fell through those tables. Revenger comes up from behind� AND TOSSES THE FLYING SCOTSMAN OFF THE SCAFFOLD! Scots just went sailing through a flaming table of his own!
TD: Red Leaf is back up, and rolls out of the ring, clutching his back. He just grabbed the Toughman Title! And he's escaping from the ringside area to the back, as Blood Boy is coming down past him. Blottie gets up, shaking his head, and starts hobbling to the back, title in hand. Big Daddy Brooks, Brian J. Blottie's personal bodyguard, runs to the ringside area, helping Rhodes up, and now they are both attending to the fallen Flying Scotsman. Blood Boy is confronting Revenger, who just got down from that rigging� and Revenger shoves Blood Boy away, into the railing! Tension between the Rebels!
SW: Man� that match didn't last long, but what a turn of events! Let's go to the back, where we hear something is happening�
~NACW~ Official Result
The Flying Scotsman wins to retain the title, throwing Leaf off of the scaffold.
*Open backstage, where an interviewer has approached "The True Living Legend" Brian J. Blottie*
Interviewer: Excuse me, Mr. Blottie�
*Blottie shoves the interviewer, and walks into his lockerroom. The interviewer follows*
Interviewer: Mr. Blottie, can we get some comments about your match tonight?
*Blottie looks up, smirks, and walks over to the interviewer� and shoves him out the door, slamming it shut. You can hear a click as it locks*
Interviewer: I don't know what the champs problem is, but he seems to have his game face on for the World Title match tonight�
*As the camera fades out, you can hear the interviewer murmur�*
Interviewer: Stupid prick�
~NACW~ Light Heavyweight Title Match
Bob Booreng (c) v. Big O
Written by: Alan Soriano
S.W: Well, my usual partner has left the announce table, and you know what that means!
N.B: He had to use the little boys room?
S.W: No, its time for Bob Booreng to come out and fight for a title! God, I never thought Id ever say Bob Booreng and title in the same sentence...
N.B: Its a shock for all of us, Steve. But, the show must go on!
(The theme to 'WIld America" starts up..)
Ann; LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR
THE NACW LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD! INTRODUCING FIRST, ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY RUNS WITH THE PACK, WEIGHING IN AT 217 LBS...BIG O!!!
(Big O comes out in a new orange hunting vest...He shoots off his blanks from his shotgun, and walks to the ring with a purpose..Runs With The Pack follows...A sBig O slides in the ring...)
S.W: Ladies and gentlemen, we are told that something is happening backstage...
(A group of security officers is seen speed walking through the halls of the backstage area...Finally, they come to a door that says "JANITOR" and underneath it, a small name plate that says "booring" on it...The men knock on the door....And wait...)
S.W: Whats this all about?
N.B: I dunno..Maybe one of NACW's marketing ploys...
(From the door across from the one the men are at marked "Mens",Bob Booreng steps out, zipping up his pants..Tony Davis shows up..)
T.D: Hey! What the hell is all this?
Booreng: I dont know...
Officer: Follow us, Mister Booreng..
(Suddenly, "The Gladiators March" aka a certain bald WCW employees theme, is heard playing in the arena..The camera follows Booreng and Davis, who sneak down another hallway from the security officers...)
T.D: I dont know what this is, Bob..
Booreng: Wheres the entrance to the ring?
T.D: I think its this way...
(Meanwhile, the scene changes to the entrance, where the security guards look all confused...Then, a record scratching sound is heard, and "A Hard Days Night" by The Beatles plays, and Booreng stumbles out of the doors with Tony Davis, and steps forward..The fans give him a huge pop..Then, as Booreng goes down the ramp, just enjoying the fans, a single pyro blast sends the whole security crew flying and scattering..Bob is oblivious..Tony Davis tries to psych Bob up..)
Ann; AND HIS OPPONENT, WEIGHING IN AT 225 LBS..BOB BOORENG!!!
S.W: Well, Bob is in the ring..But, wait a minute...
(Suddenly, "Kashmir" by Led Zepplin starts up, and Chris Widmayer comes out with an ice pack wrapped to his head and the Light Heavyweight title on his shoulder..The fans go nuts..Widmayer rolls under the bottom rope and, with some help from Tony Davis, gets to his feet..He grabs a mic from the outside..)
Widmayer: Bob, Im gonna make this quick. Tonight, I was gonna face you for this strap, but obviously...Heh, I cant do that due to a little severe concussion! So tonight, I give this belt to you..
(Loud Pop..Booreng takes the belt, and hugs Widmayer...Widmayer doesent return the hug, but instead rolls out of the ring and leaves..The bell sounds..)
*DING*
S.W: Tony takes the belt, and we are undderway! Collar elbow tie up..ANd Big O just shoves Booreng straight down!
N.B: Big O maybe small, but has tremendous power for a light heavyweight. And Booreng back up, dusting himself off...
S.W: Is that toilet paper on the bottom of his boot?
N.B:(Chuckling)Yep..This guy is a crack up, I tell ya..
S.W: Another tie up...And Big O overpowers Booreng to the corner...Keeping him there..Now nailing him with kneelifts! And Booreng coughing now...Big O lets up..And Booreng..Falls..over..
N.B: Booreng not moving, Steve..Big O now kicking him a bit..ALmost taunting him..Davis trying to get Booreng to get up...Now Booreng turns over..AND JUMPS UP! Something spooked him!
S.W: It was Runs With The Pack! Scared him straight up! ANd now Booreng up! And SLAPS BIG O! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND YET AGAIN! HES BITCHSLAPPING HIM!
N.B: Runs WIth The Pack on the apron trying to interfere...Booreng over..AND RUNS AWAY FROM RUNS WITH THE PACK! Right into Big O, who catches him and bodyslams him!
S.W: Tony Davis pulls Runs With The Pack off the apron! Now Big O over to see whats going on...Booreng still down...And Davis trying to keep O's attention...But Booreng wont budge...
N.B: The strategy is not working, it appears..
S.W: WHAT THE HELL? A fan threw a cup of soda in the ring and it hit Booreng...AND BOORENG SPRINGS UP!
N.B: HES UP! The soda hits him in the head and he springs up!
S.W: Booreng..Behind Big O..SMACKS HIM ON THE BACK OF THE HEAD! O turns around..BOORENG BACKHANDS HIM! O shocked! Booreng..WHips O into the ropes..Springboard..BURRITO TIME! HE NAILED BIG O! COVER....
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S.W: NO! Big O kicked out of the Burrito!
N.B: NO WAY! HOW CAN SOMEONE KICK OUT OF A FLYING BACK ELBOW?
S.W: Now Booreng on fire! Climbing the turnbuckle...On the second turnbuckle..Big O up..Booreng leaps..BOORENG BLAST! THAT FLYING SHOULDER BLOCK! But..Booreng..Is..out cold? He landed on his face!
N.B: Booreng not moving, Steve...Wait..One arm is..Drapes over Big O..
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S.W: THE STREAK CONTINUES! WHOS NEXT IN THE REIGN OF TERROR THAT IS BOORENG!
(As White rambles on, Davis is seen lifting a listless Boorengs arm up in victory ..Big O leaves the ring pissed with Runs With The Pack as the announcement is heard..)
ANn: HERE IS YOUR WINNER..AND STILL NACW LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...BOB
BOORENG!!!!!
S.W: Ladies and gentlemen, The Bob, the most galvanizing man in sports internetment!
(The scene shows Booreng being carried out over the shoulder of Tony Davis, still out cold..)
~NACW~ Official Result
Bob Booreng wins to retain the title via pinfall following the Booreng Blast from the middle rope.
Paul Davidson: Ladies and gentlemen, we promsied Kid Rock for our show, but since he decided that he was too good for us, we decided to fly in an even better group...straight from Ozzfest '99 for one night only...please welcome....GODSMACK!
~NACW~ Television Title Match
The Crushin' Russian (c) v. Obediah
Written by: Alan Soriano
S.W: Id like to welcome my broadcast partner back to the announce position here at ringside, Tony Davis....Congratulations on your..um..Protege's win...
T.D: See how he just manhandled Big O? That was great!
S.W: Oh, by the way, how is Bob?
T.D: Hes recovering nicely after a bump on the head. Hes in the back watching cartoons and drinking Yoo-Hoo..A satisfied man..
S.W: Well, next up fans, we have a Television title match between The Crushin Russian and Obediah, so lets get to the anouncements...
(Some down home fiddlin is heard)
Ann: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR
THE NACW TELEVISION TITLE! INTRODUCING FIRST, THE CHALLENGER, FROM THE AMISH COUNTRY, WEIGHING IN AT 195 LBS...OBEDIAH!
(Obediah comes out to a decent pop, but by himself. He just walks to the ring with an old style bible in his hand, and slides underneath the bottom rope...)
Ann: AND HIS OPPONENT...
(Suddenly, boos are ehard as Patrick Gottsegen walks down to the ring..)
S.W: Whats this all about?
(Gottsegen grabs a microphone from Fortesque, the announcer, and begins to speak..)
Commish: Right here, on my shoulder, is the Television title that Crushin Russian will NOT be defending tonight!
S.W: What?
Commish: Due to his recent arrest for assault, he is serving 75 days in a state pen back home in Cleveland, Ohio. So, I have no other choice but to rule that the winner, by forfeit, and NEW NACW TELEVISION CHAMPION, OBEDIAH!
(The fans boo this and some cups and peanut bags are thrown into the ring...But, Obediah takes the title, shakes Gottsegens hand, and starts to leave..All of a sudden, the lights go out..)
S.W: What..Whats going on?
T.D: I cannot see a thing!
(The lights go back on, Obediah is sprawled out in the ring with the Television title on his chest and..A horses head next to him..Its still bloody at the stem...Obediah starts to stir..On the horses head, it says "Compliments of Hells Angel.")
S.W: My God, whats this? Oh good lord!
T.D: Obediah stirring, looks over..Oh man! Hes screaming..
S.W: Keeps saying..Thats Jed..Thats Jed! THATS JED!
T.D: Thats his horses head! Oh man, Houston may have gone too far here..
S.W: Now Obediah, tears in his eyes, is taking the head to the back along with the Television belt..Oh my word...But the show must go on, right Tony?
~NACW~ Official Result
Obediah wins the title via forfeit.
T.D: Well now, our next bout should be..Wait a second..Theres a disturbance in the crowd...Some young man is making his way through the crowd...Now hes reached the security railing...The security guard trying to stop him..BUT HE KICKS HIM IN THE GUT AND STUNS HIM!
S.W: Thats no ordinary stunner..I recognize that move...
T.D: Young man over the railing...
S.W: I recognize him..ITS LOST METAL! THE REAL LOST METAL! Hes climbed into the ring now.. But now, coming down from the back is the fake Lost Metal, running into the ring as well..Oh man..A standoff..
T.D: You know, they dont look that much alike..How could we all be so stupid...
S.W: Metal..Kick to the Gut..SPIKE DDT! THAT SNAPS THE HEAD BACK OF THE FAKE LOST METAL, WHO IS ROLLED OUT OF THE RING BY SECURITY, AND THE FANS GO NUTS!
(Metal, who wears a Metal Militia t-shirt, a pair of torn jean shorts, and a pair of 20 hole Doc Martens, demans a mic from the outside, in which case, they toss it to him..He begins to speak...)
Metal: NACW, I may look like just a stupid metalhead, but I know my rights! In my contract, it stated a no firing clause! And yet you still FIRED ME! Not only that, you brought this pathetic piece of work in to be my replacement, and jobbed my name and character TO HELL! So, I just came out here to say, NACW, you ass is gonna be sued for all its fucking worth!
(Gottsegen and Paul Davidson run down from the back to the ring, slide in, and both get mics from the outside..)
Metal: What the hell do you want?
Davidson: Look, Metal, we know we screwed you..
Metal: Damn straight!
Davidson: But listen, I am willing to make it better..
Metal: Gonna hire me back?
Davidson: You have to do one thing: You have face and beat Shock at the Owen Hart Memorial Slam Masters on June the 6th in order to make your contract valid once again!
Metal: Well..I like it when I have to prove myself..You got yourselves a deal..But IF YOU SCREW ME ONE MORE TIME..I MAY DO MORE THAN SUE!
(Metal drops the mic to a big crowd pop and leaves through the crowd...)
S.W: LOST METAL IS BACK! Davidson and Gottsegen look like they just dodged a major bullet for the company...let's go to the ring!
~NACW~ United States Title Match
"The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes (c) v. "The Deal" Chris Kitching
Written by: Brian J. Blottie
SW: MAN! What a night of pro-wrestling action we've had so far, and it's only going to get better, as up next is our U.S. Title match pitting "The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes against "The Deal" Chris Kitching.
TD: In my own personal opinion, this is going to be the match that makes or breaks this pay-per-view. Whereas the Russell/Classon versus The Deegans match will basically be domination by the two big men on either team, and the main event will be a brawl from the way things are shaping up between those two men, this should be a pure wrestling match, and a damn entertaining one at that. Rhodes has the overall advantage, in speed, agility, experience, and stamina in the squared circle, but for pure wrestling ability, strength, and drive, I'd have to say that Kitching has the edge on those fronts. Overall, this is set to be one of the best matches the NACW has seen in a long time, if not the best ever.
SW: I'd have to agree with you, Tony. Let's get down to the ring, as Drew Fortesque has our ring introductions.
DF: This next match is set for one fall�
*Suddenly, the lights go out, and Drew stops speaking. Lights begin to revolve around the ring enterance, and a brilliant flash of light radiates from the enterance ramp. Out steps "The Deal" Chris Kitching, as you hear his voice over the intercom*
Kitching: Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages. You are about to witness the most amazing spectacle of your life. Get out of your seats, because you're not going to need them, as "THE DEAL" HAS ARRIVED!
*The crowd begins to boo as Kitching makes his way to the ring, and climbs inside. He grabs the mic from Drew, and addresses the crowd*
Kitching: Go ahead and boo, you worthless peons. You're looking at pure 100% wrestling talent, and I'm going to prove that to each and every one of you by kicking the crap out of your "hero" Jeremy Rhodes and taking that gold strap from around his waist and putting it on mine. If you think you've seen some "great" matches so far� you ain't seen nothing yet.
*Kitching drops the mic as "Look At Me" by Geri Halliwell plays over the loud speakers. Out first, gaining the biggest pop of the night so far, is Leah Singleton, making her return at the side of Jeremy Rhodes. She is wearing a sexy looking business suit, with a VERY short gray skirt. She steps aside, and lets her man pass, as out comes Jeremy Rhodes, in his British flag skirt and long blonde hair. He moves a strand of his hair out of the way, as he makes his way to ringside, the seductive Leah leading the way (hey, that rhymed!). ["Leah" and "way" don't rhyme...at least not the way this version of the word "Leah" is pronounced. - Justin] Rhodes enters the ring, and grabs the mic*
Rhodes: Listen, Chris. I know that you're basically new around here, and you've been given a lot of "perks" by the boys up top because they think you're the next "True Living Legend". But I have news for you, kid. You're far from being Brian J. Blottie. And you certainly aren't anywhere near "The Lobo". So take your cocky, self-centered, pompous ASS�
*Rhodes stops and looks around, as the crowd pops HUGE for this*
Rhodes: � and get it into your corner so I can KICK IT!
*Rhodes tosses the mic outside of the ring, as Leah catches it*
Singleton: By the way, "Chris". Where's Vanessa? Or is she too scared that a REAL woman is at ringside?
*The pop starts, then grows as Vanessa, Chris Kitching's valet, runs out from the back, in a VERY slinky looking dress. Leah meets her halfway, and the two women go at it, slapping and beating on each other*
TD: CATFIGHT! CATFIGHHHTTTTT!!!!
SW: Excuse the copyright enfringement, folks, Tony gets a little overexcited sometimes�
*Jeremy and Chris both run to the outside, and grab their respective woman, and scream at each other. Suddenly, they let the girls go, and rush each other, a brawl ensuing*
SW: HERE WE GO! Man! This certainly isn't the "technical masterpiece" you made it out to be at the start, Tony!
TD: Hey, how was I supposed to know that Kitching was going to get the goat of Rhodes? But neither of these men are giving an inch, as Kitching just grabbed Rhodes head, and tries throwing him into the steel post� but Rhodes blocks and slams Kitching into it instead!
SW: Kitching is down, clutching at his nose, and begging off. Rhodes is approaching, a smile on his face� KITCHING SPRINGS UP TO HIS KNEES, CROTCHING RHODES IN THE PROCESS!
TD: Rhodes isn't smiling anymore�
SW: Kitching groins him again� AND AGAIN! Finally, Kitching throws Rhodes into the ring, and the bell is wrung, but Kitching already has an immediate advantage.
TD: Advantage?! He just destroyed "The Lobo's" testicles!
SW: Um� yeah. What he said. Anyway, Kitching is stomping away at the back of the head of Rhodes, keeping him grounded. Very smart strategy, as Kitching can't compete with Rhodes' aerial style, and Rhodes can't take to the air when he's lying on the mat. Kitching now down with the rear chin-lock. Grinding on it to make sure that it's on tight.
TD: I always wondered why athletes put on a rear chin-lock. They know what's going to happen. The other guy is going to fight to his feet, elbow him, and then take the advantage.
SW: Speaking of the devil, we're witnessing that right now! Rhodes is fighting to his feet� but Kitching kicks the back of Rhodes' right knee, taking him back down. Rhodes again fighting� and again the kick by Kitching.
TD: Nice thinking by Kitching!
SW: Rhodes is fighting again� but this time he moves his knee, and Kitching kicks air! Rhodes swings his leg back� AND HE GROINS KITCHING!
TD: What's good for one man is good for another!
SW: Rhodes spins around, grabs the bent over head of Kitching, and sits with it, driving Kitching's head hard to the mat. Rhodes is now up, and delivers a spinning legdrop to the back of the head of Kitching. Kitching clutching at his face again, as that has been what Rhodes has concentrated on all match.
TD: Setting him up for the Lobo Snap, no doubt.
SW: Rhodes pulling Kitching to his feet, and delivers a big right hand! Kitching is rocked backwards, as Rhodes kicks Kitching to the stomach, grabs him, and delivers an Ace Crusher!
TD: Rhodes with the pin!
Referee: 1�
SW: Immediate kickout by Kitching, as he's far from finished in this match.
TD: Smart thinking, though. Never too soon to try a pin, if you ask me. You never know when you can catch your opponent by surprise.
SW: Rhodes is again picking Kitching up off the mat, again boots him to the stomach, and now an Axe Kick to the back of the head! Kitching driven face first to the mat! Kitching grabs onto his nose, which is now bleeding.
TD: It's a Jeremy Rhodes match. You KNOW someone is going to bleed!
SW: Rhodes grabs him by the hair, but Kitching drives a fist into the stomach of Rhodes. Rhodes bends over, leaving him open to a knee lift by Kitching! Rhodes tips over, about to fall, but Kitching catches him, spins him around� INTO A NECKBREAKER!
TD: Man! Both these men are wrestling smart, trying to work over the areas their finishers affect the most!
SW: Kitching wipes the blood off his nose and smears it into the eyes of Rhodes. He now lifts Rhodes up, a knee to the stomach, and delivers a nice piledriver on Rhodes.
TD: Rhodes' neck snapped back off of that move, and he may be hurt.
SW: Kitching right back to the attack, lifting Rhodes up again� and putting him on the top rope! This may turn bad for Kitching, as that is Rhodes' home away from home. Kitching follows him up, hooks him� T-BONE SUPLEX FROM THE TOP! Driving the already weakened neck of Rhodes into the mat!
TD: Kitching with a beautiful move there. You can tell that Kitching has been training quite a bit recently. We're seeing some new moves from the youngster.
SW: Kitching is now flaunting to the crowd, pulling Rhodes to his feet. He's going to try for the Spike already! He has him up� BUT RHODES REVERSES IT! Rhodes grabs him under the chin, runs at the ropes, climbs them, spins� KITCHING THROWS HIM OFF! Rhodes sails across the ring, smacking hard against the mat. Rhodes tried turning that Spike attempt into the Lobo Snap, but Kitching had the presence of mind to know what was coming. And now Kitching lifts Rhodes up off the mat� Rhodes turns it into a roll-up!
Referee: 1�
SW: Another quick kickout by Kitching. That's pin number two by Rhodes.
TD: It doesn't matter how many pins you get your opponent in, Steve, it matters whether you can hold him down for the three.
SW: Too true, Tony. And I think Kitching knows that, as he is stomping away at Rhodes neck now, a smile on his face. He's enjoying making Rhodes suffer here. And now he picks up Rhodes, who is clutching his neck, spins him around, and locks him into a full-nelson� OH MY GOD! HE PULLED IT OVER, INTO THE DRAGON SUPLEX!
TD: Kitching really snapped the neck of Rhodes on that one, and Rhodes is down and seemingly out. Kitching takes this opportunity for the pin.
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SW: BARELY A KICKOUT! Rhodes is now on the mat, clutching at his neck, as Kitching gets into the ref's face, screaming that the count was slow.
TD: The count actually seemed FASTER than usual, though.
SW: WHAT!? Rhodes just sprang to his feet! Runs at Kitching, Kitching turns� INTO THE SPINNING HEEL KICK! Rhodes takes Kitching down, and though he is still holding that neck slightly, he's laying boots into the face of Kitching, who is trying to cover up. Now Rhodes turns around� standing moonsault onto Kitching! Rhodes back to his feet again, hits the ropes� SOMERSAULT SENTON SPLASH! And Rhodes rolls with it, again running, hitting the opposite ropes, AND A ROLLING SPLASH! The pin!
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TD: MAN! Kitching barely kicked out! Amazing set of moves by Rhodes, who strung that offense together like a true champion!
SW: And he's not done yet, as he's going to the top. Kitching struggling to his feet� WHAT THE� FROG CROSS BODY BLOCK! Rhodes just created a move in mid-air! Rhodes rolls, back to his feet, climbs the opposite ropes, to the top� FROG SPLASH ONTO KITCHING! And Rhodes AGAIN rolls through with it, back to his feet, runs at the ropes, leaps onto the top rope, into a moonsault! Rhodes springs up, and bows to the crowd, who are all on their feet!
*The crowd begins to chant "RHODES IS GOD� RHODES IS GOD!!!"*
TD: I'd have to agree with the fans here! Rhodes just leapt to the top rope, without anything to help him up, balanced there, and turned the momentum around into a moonsault! It WOULD take a God to be able to pull that move off!
SW: Rhodes now hits the opposite ropes, and tries for another somersault senton splash� but Kitching gets his knees up! Rhodes' back smacks against those knees, hurting both himself and Kitching! Kitching is holding onto both his knees with one hand, his chest with the other, as he makes his way to his feet. He looks almost dead in there! But he's back up, as is Rhodes. Rhodes tries for a chop, but Kitching blocks it and delivers a chop of his own!
*With each consecutive chop from here on, the fans go "WHOOO"*
SW: Kitching with another chop! Rhodes with one of his own! The welts are starting to form on both men's chests, but neither is giving an inch! Rhodes with another chop attempt, but Kitching ducks it, Rhodes spins around, Kitching grabs him� into a side suplex!
TD: Kitching again going back to that neck! You'd think Kitching was a ring veteran the way he's working in that ring!
SW: And Kitching lifting Rhodes up to his knees� side kick into the neck, and another! Kitching picks Rhodes up to his feet, knee to the stomach, and a spike DDT! Rhodes neck went straight into that mat, as Kitching is now laughing! He grabs his chest, and grimaces. He may have some broken ribs.
TD: Who wouldn't, after that chain of moves earlier by Rhodes?
SW: Kitching again picking up Rhodes, this time lifting him up into the vertical suplex position� DROPS HIM ON HIS HEAD WITH THE BRAIN BUSTER! Kitching is having fun here, lifting Rhodes back up. This time it looks like he's setting him up for a Reverse DDT� but he picks him up! What's this going to be? Front-face Suplex? NO! REVERSE BRAIN BUSTER! Rhodes is convulsing on the mat after that move, his neck compressed into his spine!
TD: Kitching is unrelentless. I have never seen a man this sadistic, or this good, in a long time. I want to hate him� BUT I CAN'T!
SW: Kitching again lifting Rhodes up, who is totally limp in his arms. Kitching taking Rhodes to the top rope, his back to the ring. Kitching follows, and grabs him� NO! HE CAN'T DO THIS!!! UH! REVERSE BRAIN BUSTER FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!
*The crowd lets out an "OHHHH" that can be heard throughout the arena. The crowd goes deathly silent, as Rhodes does not move off the mat*
TD: THAT SADISTIC SON OF A BITCH! HE JUST BROKE RHODES' NECK!
SW: Kitching is not done, either! He's lifting Rhodes up, and setting him up for the Spike! THERE IT IS! IT'S OVER! Kitching with the pin!
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SW & TD: NO WAY! RHODES KICKED OUT! RHODES KICKED OUT!
SW: Kitching is in disbelief, as are all of us! There's no way Rhodes' neck WASN'T broken off of that Reverse Brain Buster from the top! And then Kitching Spiked him! But Rhodes is STILL in this match!
TD: STOP THE MATCH! STOP IT, REF! BEFORE KITCHING KILLS HIM!
SW: Not again! AGAIN Kitching takes Rhodes to the top, setting him up for another Reverse Brain Buster. If he does this again, there will be nothing left of Rhodes to pin! Sets him up� OH MY GOD! RHODES RODE IT THROUGH AND REVERSE DDTS KITCHING FROM THE TOP! The back of Kitching's head hit that mat with a dull thud, and Kitching is out! Rhodes can retain the title, if he can pin, but he can't! He can't move!
TD: This is a shame, because Kitching looked as if he had Rhodes as good as dead, but Rhodes amazingly came back, and now for this to happen! Rhodes DESERVES the win for taking that much abuse and coming back!
SW: Kitching is the first man up, and now he's grabbing the back of his head, angrily. He can't believe Rhodes stamina, but he's out to finish this man once and for all! Kitching picking up Rhodes� RHODES WITH A KNEE INTO THE STOMACH! RHODES RUNS WITH HIM, RUNNING UP THE ROPES, SPINS� HE NAILED IT! HE NAILED THE LOBO SNAP! RHODES WITH THE PIN!!!
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SW: AH! KITCHING KICKED OUT! HOW ARE THEY DOING THIS!? HOW ARE THEY STILL
ALIVE!
TD: Both these men have shown both us and the fans that they truly are the best in the NACW. Forget Blottie, forget Soriano, HELL forget RUSSELL! THESE ARE THE TWO BEST ATHLETES IN THE WORLD!
SW: Man, Tony. You're giving these two a lot of credit�
TD: DID YOU SEE WHAT THEY JUST DID IN THE RING?! THEY DESERVE IT!
SW: Speaking of in the ring, Rhodes and Kitching are both struggling against the ropes, to their feet. The ref isn't even counting these men out, for he wants to see these two finish this one clean. Rhodes up first, and runs at Kitching� KITCHING CATCHES HIM IN THE SPIKE! BUT THE REF GOT NAILED IN THE FACE! SPIKE! HE HIT THE SPIKE!
TD: It's over!
SW: Kitching lifting Rhodes up again, though! AND ANOTHER SPIKE! HE COVERS! BUT THERE'S NO REF TO COUNT! KITCHING COUNTS HIMSELF! ONE, TWO, THREE! KITCHING GETS UP AND GRABS RHODES AGAIN! ANOTHER SPIKE! HE'S TRYING TO KILL THE U.S. CHAMP!
TD: NO! Leah is getting into the ring to try and stop this! Vanessa cuts her off from behind� AND SPIKES LEAH! LEAH JUST GOT SPIKED!
SW: KITCHING AGAIN WITH RHODES UP� SPIKE! RHODES IS NO LONGER MOVING, AND THIS CROWD IS GOING NUTS, COVERING THE RING IN GARBAGE!
TD: HERE COMES THE SCOTSMAN! THANK GOD! SCOTS TO THE TOP!
SW: BUT KITCHING SEES HIM COMING� HE LIFTS UP RHODES� AND TOSSES HIM AT THE SAME TIME SCOTS DIVES FROM THE TOP!
TD: OH MY GOD, NO! RHODES WAS AIRBORNE AS THE FLYING SCOTSMAN HIT THAT
FLYING DROPKICK! RHODES GOT TURNED INSIDE OUT! AND HE LANDS ON HIS NECK!
RHODES IS DEAD! RHODES IS DEAD!!!
*The crowd lets out the biggest pop of the night, as Rhodes is hit by the dropkick. "OHHHHH" radiates throughout the arena, as dead silence follows this*
SW: AND NOW KITCHING GRABS RHODES AGAIN!
TD: But Scots is doing something� NO!!! ANYTHING BUT THAT!
SW: HE PULLS OUT HARRY DILDO! HARRY DILDO IS IN THE HOUSE!
TD: Scots rushes at Kitching, the dildo in hand. Kitching tosses Rhodes back to the mat� AND DUCKS THE MANDIBLE DILDO ATTEMPT! Scots spins� AND GETS BOOTED INTO THE STOMACH! SPIKE! SPIKE BY KITCHING ONTO THE FLYING SCOTSMAN!
SW: And now Kitching is going after Rhodes� lifts him up AGAIN� SPIKE! And the pin! The ref is up�
Ref: 1�
2�
3!
SW: WE HAVE A NEW U.S. CHAMP! THANK GOD THIS MATCH IS OVER!
DF: Here is your winner of this match, AND NEW NACW UNITED STATES CHAMPION, "THE DEAL" CHRIS KITCHING!!!
TD: These fans are apparently not too happy about this, as the boos are too loud for us to even think!
SW: A great match by both men, but Kitching proves to be the better, and more sick, of the two!
TD: If the next two matches even come close to being as good as this, then we have to call this the greatest NACW pay-per-view of all time!
~NACW~ Official Result
Chris Kitching wins the title via pinfall following *SIX* Spikes and a Flying Scotsman missile dropkick.
Davis: Singleton and Rhodes are both in the ring right now, as Rhodes is holding his head. I'm amazed he's conscious.
White: Scotsman sits up, gets to his feet...it looks like he's trying to help Rhodes up, but Rhodes doesn't look like he wants any of it.
Davis: Uh oh...trouble in paradise.
White: Rhodes opts to roll out of the ring instead of letting Scotsman help him up, as he and Singleton are headed to the back. Scotsman is just standing in the ring, stunned slightly.
Davis: Man...Rhodes is probably upset that Scotsman accidentally dropkicked him in the head.
White: Let's head to the ring.
~NACW~ Grudge Match
Big Daddy Brooks v. Paul Zachary
Written by: Patrick Gottsegen
["A.D.I.D.A.S" by Korn begins to play over the sound system.]
[The entire arena goes black, except for the entrance ramp on which the sides light up with a blue light that travels downward on both sides, next to the guard rail.]
#Oh I'm gonna see, somehow it always seems
#that I'm dreaming of something I could never be.
#I doesn't bother me cause I will always be the pimp that I see
#in all of my fantasies.
[Through the curtain steps Big Daddy Brooks, to the boos of all the fans in attendance. He stands between the lights, staring into the crowds, as they show him no mercy. He throws his hands into the air, and shoots off a couple of middle fingers, inciting the crowd to attempt to get under his skin even more.]
#Screaming at me,
#the only way that I can truly be free from my
#fucked up reality.
#So I dream and stroke it harder
#cause its so fun to see
#my face staring back at me.
[Brooks continues to stalk down the aisle, taking his sweet time, just laughing at the fan response. He makes it to the ring, and hops onto the apron, turns to all the fans, and flexes his left arm for them, pointing to it as he does it. At this point, he even gets a beer thrown at him, which he laughs at.]
#All day I dream about sex.
#Yes all day I dream about sex.
#And all day I dream about sex.
#Yes all day I dream about sex.
[Brooks stands on the second rope on the inside, leans forward, and tosses his arm into the air, making a fist, yelling something along the lines of being invincible. Finally, the music fades.]
White: Well, Brooks makes his first *legal* NACW entrance here.
Davis: Wow. I feel so honored now. Where the hell is Zachary?
[At that, "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC starts up over the sound system.]
White: Alan Soriano's mystery man!
[Zachary, all 300 somewhat pounds of him, makes it out, and stands at the entrance way, smiling to the cheering fans. He points up into the rafters, where a sign reads "TREMOR IS DEAD!" and gives the man a thumbs up. He then begins his walk down the aisle, pointing at Big Daddy Brooks, shaking his finger, yelling words that cannot be heard very well. He then storms down the aisle, slides under the bottom ropes, but recieves kicks in the head for his trouble.]
White: I guess we're on here!
Davis: Referee Mikey Johnson has them ring the bell, and we're off! Zachary is covered up under the bottom rope, getting kicked in the head over and over, and there's not much he can do now.
White: Considering Zachary's position under the bottom rope, should Johnson NOT be pulling Brooks away?
Davis: You go out there and pull that big man away!
White: Hmmm. Point taken.
Davis: Finally, Brooks backs off, and Zachary gets onto a knee and retreats to the corner where he pulls himself...
White: BROOKS STRIKES AGAIN! AVALANCHE, AND THAT WAS QUICK!
Davis: Zachary crumples and hits the floor! Brooks grabs him by his hair, and drags him into the middle of the ring!
White: Zachary lifts Brooks now, and slams him right into the middle of the ring! He quickly hits the ropes, comes back, elbow drop to the sternum.
Davis: And Brooks latches a reverse chinlock onto Zachary. I wonder, with two big men like this, how important the opening minutes will be.
White: Not to mention the emotion here. It's obvious these two are going to be huge stars. But we all know that Zachary is pissed off to all hell about Brooks jumping him.
Davis: Good point. Zachary struggling to pull out of the chinlock now, on his knees, and snap mares Brooks over his head! Zachary stands, as does Brooks, and Brooks runs in with a clothesline, nothing but air!
White: Zachary turns, and... DROPKICKS! A DROPKICK! That is _TOTALLY_ unexpected by the former Tremor!
Davis: The dropkick sends Brooks into the corner, where he sits, and Zachary follows him in, Irish whip, and Brooks nails the corner! Zachary pulls him out, lifts him with one arm, BACKBREAKER!
White: Zachary quickly right back to the attack, sends Brooks to the ropes, Brooks comes back, SPINEBUSTER! The back of Brooks must be melting away!
Davis: Quickly now, Zachary grabs the arms of Brooks, and hooks on an anchor, pulling back the arms while shoving his knee into the back of Brooks! That's painful on the ol' spine, right there.
White: Not to mention the arms.
Davis: Well, yeah, those too.
White: Brooks is completely _SCREAMING_ in pain! It's bellowing throughout the arena!
Davis: Hmm. Much like Mazin's wails!
White: Hey now. We don't need those kinds of pot shots.
Davis: And why not?
White: Focus on the match! Zachary releases the hold, and lifts Brooks, sends him to the ropes, drops his head, and...
Davis: Gets a double axhandle to the back of the head from Brooks!
White: And Brooks quickly falls to his knees in pain. Brooks looks at Zachary, slowly standing, and then himself stands. Zachary stands, turns, and gets decked with one of the most viscious lariats I have _EVER_ seen!
Davis: Brooks quickly pulls Zachary to his feet, and tosses him into the corner! He follows him in with a shoulder to the gut!
White: He points to the top rope?
Davis: Brooks puts Zachary on the top rope, and heads up there with him. He lifts him onto his back... SAMOAN DROP FROM THE TOP ROPE!
White: Brooks with the first cover on the match...
1...
2...
KICK OUT!
Davis: Brooks lifts Zachary to his feet, tosses him to the ropes, follows, clothesline, both men spill over the top rope!
White: Brooks on his feet first, goes to whip Zachary into the railing... REVERSED! Brooks' back that Zachary has been working on was just whipped into the railing!
Davis: Zachary follows him in, grabs him, and tosses him head first into the post! He now slides back into the ring, and heads to the otherside, allowing Mikey Johnson to restart the count!
White: And Brooks isn't really moving too well after that shot.
Davis: He's... conscience. He's on a knee now, and he looks at the ring, pulls himself up...
White: ZACHARY BASEBALL SLIDES HIM INTO THE AISLE!
Davis: Johnson admonishes him, but Zachary will have none of it! He grabs the top rope, shoots over, PESCADO!
White: Impressive from the former Tremor! He tosses Brooks back in, and scampers to the top rope...
Davis: He awaits Brooks to stand... Brooks does so, and Zachary flies... POWERSLAMMED!
White: But that took a lot out of Brooks' back!
Davis: Brooks covers anyhow!
1....
2...
Thre- NO! KICK OUT!
White: Brooks now, back on the attack... notice both men working over the upper body?
Davis: I have, actually. Brooks continues this trend, lifting Zachary, and lifting him over his head, military press, and dropping him on his back!
White: Grabbing his own in pain afterward...
Davis: Brooks now, shutting out the pain, stands with one foot on Zachary's face... And rakes the face!
White: Insult, right there. Nothing more than an insult.
Davis: Brooks hits the ropes, comes back, splash! Stays on for a count!
1...
2...
Kick away. No hooking of the legs.
White: Brooks is getting a tad frustrated now. He lifts Brooks, sends him to the ropes, catches him in an elevated bear hug position coming back... falls back, and hangs Zachary throat first across the top rope!
Davis: Brooks once again covers!
1...
2...
THREE!
White: Two.
Davis: Two?
White: Two.
Davis: Ok. Brooks lifts Zachary now, hooks him in a standing head scissors position... lifts... PILEDRIVER!
White: Wow. Zachary just went _SPLAT_ on his own head.
Davis: Cover again by Brooks!
1...
2...
Three... NO! KICK OUT AGAIN!
White: Brooks lifts Zachary once more, sends him to the ropes, waits for Zachary... Zachary leaps around his back, confuses Brooks, BACKSPIN DDT! BROOKS JUST WENT DOWN HARD!
Davis: Both men are lying on the mat now, and a double count ensues!
White: Zachary is crawling toward the ropes! He grabs the bottom rope, middle, pulls up, top, and stands! Brooks on his own crawls to his feet!
Davis: Brooks runs at Zachary, Zachary catches him... SIDEWALK SLAM! Zachary quickly hits the ropes, comes back, SENTON SPLASH!
White: Zachary is making the big come back now! Brooks in on his feet, and Zachary with a right! A left! A right! A left! Brooks into the corner! Zachary takes a step back, and runs in, clothesline in the corner!
Davis: Brooks stumbles out of the corner, lifting in a fireman's carry... tossed over the head of Zachary and lands right on his back, HARD!
White: Zachary hits the ropes, comes back, knee to the midsection! Brooks is hurting now! Cover!
1...
2...
NO!
Davis: That'll slow down the pace of Zachary.
White: Zachary lifts Brooks now, sets him up for a vertical suplex, lifts... Brooks slides out of the back! Waste lock, GERMAN SUPLEX!
1....
2....
NO!
Davis: DAMN! That was close.
White: Brooks locks Zachary in a Dragon Sleeper now!
Davis: Zachary is waving his arms about, but he's going down!
White: Johnson may have to check his arm soon...
Davis: He does so, once, it falls!
White: Twice, it falls!
Davis: Thrice... Falls... other arm pops up!
White: Zachary now, to his knee, one knee, feet...
Davis: Brooks drops back down in an INVERTED DDT!
White: That'll do it. Zachary's finished.
Davis: Cover!
1...
2...
Three!
White: TWO! TWO! GOOD LORD, HOW DID HE KICK OUT?!
Davis: He lifts Zachary again, and... oh no...
White: Down the aisle...
Davis: The man getting a title shot tonight, Mr. Alan Soriano!
White: Brooks looks down the aisle, and Zachary stands, Mikey Johnson checking on him!
Davis: Soriano on the apron! Ref detained! Brooks swings, and misses!
White: Soriano rakes Brooks' eyes! Brooks turns and doubles over! Zachary leaps in, standing head scissors, lifts, holds..
Davis: POWERBOMB!
White: With the beating Brooks' back took, I don't know if he can get out of this one!
Davis: He holds the powerbomb with a pin!
1...
2...
THAT'S IT! THREE!
White: With an assist from Alan Soriano, it looks like Mr. Paul Zachary, formerly known as Tremor, has taken this thing...
~NACW~ Official Result
Paul Zachary wins via pinfall following interference from Alan Soriano and a power bomb.
Davis: Paul Zachary showing that he's shaken off most of the effects that Tremor had on him; low stamina, low mobility, low talent...
White: Zachary takes a good one...I wonder if that's foreshadowing what's going to happen in the main event?
Davis: Who knows...it has the potential to be a classic. If Blottie-Soriano is as good as Kitching-Rhodes, we'll have another great match that really gives these fans their money's worth.
White: Our next match is a co-main event, and it's going to be for the tag team titles. Let's ehad to the ring.
~NACW~ CO-MAIN EVENT! Tag Team Title Match
"Big Dog" Justin Russell/Billy Classon v. Jason and Eddie Deegan (c)
Written by: Alan Soriano
S.W: Fans, the excitement here is electric as 4 NACW legends will be in the ring at one time!
T.D: Thats right, Steve. Eddie and Jason Deegan take on Billy Classon and Justin Russell for the Tag Team straps! Oh this should be great!
S.W: Deegan and Russell have always been enemies, and tonight, an old rivalry renewed! SO far, it has been an interesting night full of surprises and great action! Now, lets get to Drew Fortesque!
Ann; LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS TAG TEAM MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR THE NACW TAG TEAM TITLES! INTRODUCING FIRST, THE CHALLENGERS..
("Gone SHootin" by AC/DC starts to play and the fans go nuts..)
Ann: AT A TOTAL COMBINED WEIGHT OF 458 LBS...BILLY CLASSON...AND
BIG DOG..JUSTIN RUSSELL!!!!!!
(The two come out and the fans are just exploding over Russells appearance..No matter what, it seems this guy gets a great pop..They reach the ring and begin talking strategy as "SHoots and Ladders" by KoRn starts up..The fans pop again..)
Ann; AND THEIR OPPONENTS, THE CHAMPIONS! WEIGHING IN AT A TOTAL COMBINED
WEIGHT OF 480 LBS! JASON "ICEFIRE" DEEGAN, AND EDDIE "EL DIABLO" DEEGAN!!!!
(Both guys come out in Smashing Pumpkins T-shirts although J. Deegan wears jeans, and E.Deegan, long shorts...They both have the belts over their shoulders, and rush the ring, throwing their titles at the ring girl and sliding under the bottom rope..)
*DING*
S.W: And we are underway here! What a combo in the ring here!
T.D: The NACW's best!
S.W: All four men brawling..Russell has cornered Deegan and starts chopping him with big rights, while the light weights battle..Classon..scales the turnbuckle..AND NAILS A SPINNING HEEL KICK! Meanwhile, Jason Deegan has turned the tables and set Russell to the outside! So, by default, the legal men are Eddie Deegan and Billy Classon!
T.D: Lightning quick action in the ring here..Classon..kick..ducked...Deegan..clothesline.. ducked.. wrap around by Classon..reversed into a full nelson by Deegan..Classon flips out of it, and nails a dropkick to the knees of Eddie Deegan!
S.W: Deegan recovering but Classon off the opposite ropes...FLIPS OVER A STANDING DEEGAN! And nails a crescent kick to the back of his head! WOW!
T.D: Tag now made to Big Dog..and the fans going crazy! Russell..Lifts Deegan up by the hair..Eddie on his feet! Russell..Whips Eddie into the ropes..Clothesline..Ducked..Eddie slides underneath Russell...And hits him with a dropkick that barely phases him! Eddie off the ropes..Cross body attempt..STupid move..
S.W: Russell caught him..big powerslam! Now Russell over and tags Billy Classon...Billy heads straight for the top turnbuckle..Turns..Standing Moonsault..CONNECTS! Bridges it! And only a one count! Classon goes off the opposite ropes..But Jason Deegan hits an axehandle which slows the swift Classon down! Eddie up quickly...And starts stomping down on Classon..Tag is made to Jason Deegan, the bigger of the team..Now Jason..Picks up Classon..Scoops him up..And nails a runing shoulder breaker on Classon!
T.D:Jason Deegan wasting no time here, dropping continuous knees onto the forehead of Billy Classon! And..quick elbow! Cover....And only a one!
S.W: Good job by The Deegans of isolating Classon as Jason makes the tag to Eddie, who climbs up onto the top turnbuckle..Double team maneuver coming here..Jason places a limp Classon on his shoulders..
T.D: Possibly the double-team Flight 800? That would finish this quick!
S.W: But wait..Classon recovers..And nails punches on Jasons head! Rolls back..REVERSE HURRCANRANA! Jasons face smashed into the mat with that one! And now Eddie flies across the ring and nails a flying forearm! Than sends Classon down! But here comes Russell in! Catches Eddie...URANAGI TIME!
T.D: Jason chopblocks Russell to make the save on Eddie! The ref trying to get control! No control here! Classon back up...FLYING HEAD SCISSORS ON EDDIE DEEGAN SENDS HIM THROUGH THE ROPES AND TO THE OUTSIDE! Now Russell is holding Jason Deegan!
S.W: Classon climbing to the top turnbuckle...Back facing Russell...SPinning Heel..
T.D: DEEGAN MOVED!
S.W: AND RUSSELL JUST GOT HIT IN THE CHOPS BY CLASSON!
T.D: That was totally an accident..Classon shocked...And Icefire picks Russell up..But Russell...Comes to..Choke hold on Jason..AND FLINGS HIM INTO THE CORNER!
S.W: He did that like it was nothing! Now Russell stalking Classon, whos leaning on the turnbuckle, trying to calm down.....Russell..From behind...PICKS UP CLASSON! GORILLA PRESS!!
T.D: Oh my God..And Russell has just said.."I CALL THIS GENOCIDE..."
S.W: Call what?
T.D: THAT! HE JUST THREW CLASSON STRAIGHT DOWN INTO HIS HEAD! THAT'S THE MOVE THAT BROKE BRYAN STORM'S NECK! THAT'S "GENOCIDE"! THAT MOVE HAS A FUCKING NAME NOW!
S.W: Oh God..Oh no..
T.D: I heard a break...GET SOME MEDICS OUT HERE!
S.W: Classon isint moving, Tony..His neck is bent..his chin at a 75 degree angle from his head..
T.D: No way can he not have a broken neck! Oh Dear Lord..
S.W: And Russell is leaving..Not even looking back....Here comes Team Classon, trying to talk to Russell...Russell grabs Joshua...Oh no..HE THREW HIM INTO THE STEEL GUARD RAIL!
T.D: What has happened to Russell? A few fans are finally booing Russell..Meanwhile, the ref has called for the bell..And Eddie and Jason Deegan..They are looking over Billy Classon..Good God...
S.W: Fans,one tragedy already happened this past weekend, here is another it appears..
T.D: There is no way he couldent have broken his neck...Russell was supposed to drop him on his back, because that's the Suicide Solution, a gorilla press slam into a Michinoku Driver, but
instead, that TWISTED BASTARD, landed him on his head...Classon's neck is much more fragile than Storm's, because Storm has a 20-inch neck. Classon's is only about 15 and a half inches.
S.W: Billy Classon is seriously hurt....You..you can hear a pin drop in this arena...Here comes the medical team, Team Classon hovering over him..As are Jason and Eddie Deegan, now out comes Paul Davidson, Patrick Gottsegen...Fans, this is horrific...
(Silence from the announcers as Classon is placed in a neck brace and placed onto a stretcher..Just before he is loaded into an ambulance that has driven into the arena, Classon is seen giving the thumbs up, to which the fans go crazy...The ambulance drives off..)
S.W: Oh God...
~NACW~ Official Result
No contest (Classon suffers broken neck: the Deegans retain the title).
White: We're all in a bit of shock here. Classon's still alive, thank God, but Russell has snapped mentally.
Davis: Let's go to the back, where Russell is with Adam Pulsford.
Adam Pulsford: Justin Russell, that was probably the most disgraceful thing I have ever seen. What did Billy Classon ever do to you?
"Big Dog" Justin Russell: Do you just realize what the hell you just said? Where was I for two months, huh? Sitting at home with a torn fuckin' groin thanks to that little dumbass, that's where! I said I was going to keep hurting people until I get my title shot, and since you're so damn stupid, why not you?
Russell: I want my title back, and this isn't going to stop until I get it!
Davis: BAN THAT MAN! BAN THAT MAN FOR LIFE!
White: RUSSELL JUST TOOK OUT THE LEGENDARY ADAM PULSFORD! That's like someone power bombing Gordon Solie!
Davis: To hurt wrestlers is one thing, but to attack innocent announcers...SHIT!
White: Well, let's calm down here...our other main event is next, and it doesn't need hype. Let's go to the ring.
~NACW~ CO-MAIN EVENT! World Title Match
"The True Living Legend" Brian J. Blottie (c) v. Alan Soriano
Written by: Patrick Gottsegen
[An instrumental version of "Enter Sandman" by Metallica begins to play over the sound system.]
[The sounds of a motorcycle revving up can be distinctly heard behind the curtains. Suddenly, through the curtain drives none other than the challenger, Alan Soriano, dressed in a long, leather trenchcoat and a pair of dark sunglasses, not to mention his normal wrestling gear. His hair also is tied back in a pony tail. Sitting behind him is a red head, in tight black leather pants and a twist tie button down shirt. As Alan drives out, the place absolutely explodes, in support of the former champ.]
White: Ladies and gentlemen, there he is, going for his second world title tonight, challenging Alan Soriano!
Davis: With quite the woman behind him...
White: Which makes me wonder something. Is Alan just out to prove to Blottie he doesn't need Alexa, and all the mind games are finished?
Davis: Who knows. Alan's probably just out to prove he can nab himself a hot red head with an ass...
White: That's quite enough.
["Enter Sandman" fades, and "Head Like a Whole" by Nine Inch Nails takes its place over the loud speaker. The fans immediately head into boos.]
[The arena dims to a black state, and a spotlight shoots down from the heavens. The curtain opens, and into that spotlight steps Brian J. Blottie, sporting a new T-shirt reading "Simply Legendary" on the front with Soriano holding the world title in the air and "Simply Suicidal" on the back with a picture of Soriano laid out on the mat on the back. As the spotlight shines upon him, he looks into the booing crowd, and smiles with admiration. He glares into the camera, and then rubs his hands over the NACW World title belt around his waste, with the spotlight gleaming off of it. He then looks up, and sees a sign reading "The TAX MAN is coming!" and begins to yell, scream, bitch, and moan, until the secruity ask the fan to put it away.]
[Out from behind him steps none other than Alan's former manager and so much more, Alexa. She's dressed in the same T-shirt as Blottie, but it's so long that if she's wearing anything under it, no one at ringside will know. She slides up next to Brian, and tries to calm him down after the unfortunate incident with the sign in the crowd. Brian slowly makes his way down to the ring, and as he walks up the steps, Mikey Johnson has to do everything in his power to restrain Alan Soriano from jumping Blottie.]
[Blottie finally makes it up the steps of the ring, and walks across the apron to the center of it. He steps through the ropes, steps into the ring, removes the title belt, and stands on the second rope holding it in the air.]
Drew Fortesque: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a one fall match, with a sixty minute Time limit, and it is for the NACW World Heavyweight Title!
[The fans absolutely erupt.]
Fortesque: Standing at my right, weighing tonight at two hundred...
[Fortesque is cut off by Alan Soriano, who steals the microphone.]
Soriano: We all know the stats. We all know we're me and Blottie are coming from. First, I'd like to introduce you all to my new girl, Katrina!
[The crowd goes nuts.]
Soriano: Next off... Brian... Alexa... the title is coming home!
[Soriano tosses the microphone away, and calls Blottie to bring it on. Blottie, taking his time, hands the title belt to Mikey Johnson, holds the ropes open for Alexa, and stretches some.]
White: Here we are. The feud between Alan Soriano and Brian J. Blottie commenses. The two of them have been through an awful lot.
Davis: Blottie won number one contendership after defeating the Blood Brothers in a triple threat match.
White: Soriano took the title from Billy Classon, thanks to Justin Russell.
Davis: We all remember the piledriving of Alexa.
White: And forcing Alan to become tag partners for one night only, with a stipulation saying that if Alan touches Blottie, the match is over and Blottie is champion.
Davis: Blottie manipulated Patrick Gottsegen with that stip, and ended up champ.
White: Then laid out Alan Soriano. With Justin Russell the next week, he defeated Alan once again thanks to a blundering on the part of the team of Zachary and Soriano.
Davis: Blottie has been one step ahead. Will that trend remian this week? We'll see.
*RING!* *RING!* *RING!*
White: The two men circle each other in the ring. This goes so much beyond the world title. These two men are out to destroy each other.
Davis: Lock up, neither man is getting an advantage... and Soriano breaks the hold.
White: Lock up again. Another stalemate! This time Blottie tosses the collar and elbow.
Davis: Alan puts his hand up for a test of strength!
White: Blottie laughs, and accepts! The men lock hands, and begin the test!
Davis: Blottie with the advantage, Soriano bridges down! Soriano comes back up... and gets a small advantage...
White: And gets kicked in the gut by Blottie! Blottie turns into an arm bar, float over into a side lock, but Alan tosses him off and into the turnbuckles!
Davis: Blottie slams into them, tumbles back, rolls, and is on his feet! Alan charges in with a clothesline, but Soriano ducks and leaps on Alan's back! Crucifix attempt? This is what he beat him in that tag match!
White: Alan is trying to stop it... and falls back! Samoan drop!
Davis: Alan up, lifts Blottie tosses him to the ropes, back drop!
White: Blottie grabs him back, as Alan meets him with a snap legdrop to the jaw!
Davis: Alan quickly lifts Blottie, sends him to the ropes again, Alan heads the other way, flies with a shoulder block...
White: And catches air! Blottie rolled out of the way!
Davis: Blottie stands, walks over Alan, and spits on the back of his head! Quickly, he leans down, and pulls Alan into a camel clutch!
White: Alan is on the ropes, but Blottie won't let go! Johnson is counting, but I doubt he'll DQ Blottie for that...
Davis: If he did, the entire place would riot, including myself.
White: Blottie has Alan's back almost perpendicular with his waste! He's not trying to beat the man, or even injure him! He's trying to kill him!
Davis: Johnson finally pulls Blottie away, and Blottie shoves him down! He walks right back to Soriano, and kicks him in the skull!
White: Blottie sure is using that champion can't lose the title by DQ stipulation to his advatage.
Davis: Johnson is up, and he's badgering Blottie, but Blottie just pushes him aside, lifts up Soriano, and puts him back down with a blatant right hand to the skull!
White: He's telling Johnson right now that he's the champ, right now. The cockiness flows.
Davis: Blottie lifts Alan again, tosses him to the ropes, catches him, pulls him into the air, holds him a minute... SPINEBUSTER!
White: Blottie on his knees now, and says this thing is over! No way it ends this quick.
Davis: Blottie lifts Soriano, standing head scissors, pulls him vertical... PILEDRIVER!
White: Cover by Blottie!
1...
2...
NO!
Davis: Blottie is quite confused there! He heads to outside of the ring, and comes back in... WITH A CHAIR!
White: Johnson tries to take it.. AND TAKES A CHAIR TO THE SKULL!
Davis: Now THAT should be a DQ! Blottie tosses the chair to the ground lifts, Soriano..
White: MICHINOKU DRIVER II ON THE CHAIR!
Davis: Soriano is busted open! That has to be it!
White: No one to make a count! Blottie lifts Soriano, lifts up the chair, tosses it to Soriano, Soriano catches it, Blottie fakes a kick to the head, Soriano instintively ducks, and Blottie uppercuts the chair into Soriano's face!
Davis: Soriano just went down, and I don't expect him to get up! Notice, however, Blottie shaking out his hand... that could have broken a finger or two.
White: Blottie now lifts Alan to his feet, tosses him into the corner near the entrance ramp, follows him with a clothesline attempt... SORIANO BACK DROPS HIM OVER THE ROPE!
Davis: Alan, woosy, hits the ropes, leaps, pushes off the top rope... SOMERSAULT PLANCHA! And I mean that was a somersault plancha! He was sailing into the crowd had he been a cruiserweight!
White: Blottie is looking almost stoned that hit so hard!
Davis: Alan up first, checks his head... heads under the ring, and pulls out some sort of tape...
White: And covers up his head!
Davis: Alan now takes Blottie, and tosses him onto the guard rail!
White: Alan follows him in, Avalanche, and both men tumble over the railing! They're wailing on each other in the crowd! Soriano kicks him in the gut, DDT on the OUTSIDE!
Davis: Soriano runs toward the railing now, leaps atop it, MOONSAULT! NAILED BLOTTIE!
White: This is _NOT_ the same Soriano.
Davis: Soriano lifts Blottie now, and tosses him back over the railing! Alan leaps over the railing, and nails A LEGDROP!
White: Alan now slides back into the ring, and checks on Mikey Johnson... the man is out. We need a new referee out there.
Davis: Well, who?
White: I don't know. Is Kulash around?
Davis: Funny.
White: Alan turns back to Blottie, and reaches to grab him over the top rope, but Blottie trips him! Blottie climbs onto the apron, Alan stands, and Blottie decks him!
Davis: Quickly follows, Alan stunned, springboard, DROPKICK!
White: Blottie quickly back on the offense, lifts Alan, and shoves his head into the mat! He lifts him to his feet, waste lock, German suplex!
Davis: No referee to make the count!
White: Wait... down the aisle... That's Pato!
Davis: In a referee uniform!
White: He dives in!
One....
Two....
Three... NO! ALAN Slides out!
Davis: And Blottie is all in the face of the Pato now!
White: Alan from behind! Schoolboy roll up!
1...
2...
BLOTTIE KICKS AWAY!
Davis: Blottie gets up quickly, and Soriano rolls back! Both men are now on their feet! A staredown ensues!
White: We're some twenty-someodd minutes into this match, and both men are standing. Soriano is bleeding through this tape on his head, and Blottie has been hit with so much he looks like he's been shooting up heroin.
Davis: Alan grabs the chair sitting in the ring from earlier! He challenges Blottie to bring it on!
White: Blottie charges, Alan swings, but Blottie slides under with a dropkick to Alan's knee!
Davis: Quickly Blottie goes back on the attack, SPINNING TOE HOLD! And AGAIN!
White: Blottie quickly back to work, slamming his boot into the knee of Alan!
Davis: Blottie is going take out the wheels of Soriano, and that'll easily help him retain!
White: He lifts Soriano, atomic drop, holding the knee, KNEE BREAKER!
Davis: Blottie in the middle of the messy ring, with an apparently DQ rule waved, Soriano on the mat, it's looking good for the champion here tonight!
White: Blottie wraps around the knee of Soriano, FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK! Could that be it?
Davis: Soriano is taking it! He's just sitting there, wincing, trying not to scream, focusing on flipping it!
White: Unsuccessfully, might I add.
Davis: Yeah, Blottie's got that thing on real tight.
White: Soriano is going to lose it! Blottie is screaming at him to give it up!
Davis: Soriano's shoulders hit the mat!
1...
2...
Soriano pops up!
White: But he can't flip it! And the ropes won't matter, because we know Blottie won't break it.
Davis: Soriano is _REALLY_ feeling it now! He hits the mat again...
1...
2...
UP!
White: And Soriano just can't take this much longer.
Davis: Soriano is doing everything in his power to get out of this... but..
White: Wait..
Davis: Huh?
White: Well, Soriano just spit at Blottie! He's flipping it!
Davis: BULL SHIT.
White: He's flipping it! He's halfway over!
Davis: How the hell?
White: Soriano shoots it the other way... and can't make it over!
Davis: Back the other way... SORIANO HAS FLIPPED IT!
White: Incredible! Blottie quickly squirms out!
Davis: Blottie back to his feet, and Alan tries to get on his, but stumbles some! Blottie just laughs!
White: Blottie hops up behind Soriano... CHOP BLOCK!
Davis: That'll slow ol' Alan down, all right.
White: Alan hits the mat, and his knee is obviously injured. Pato in there, however, won't, no, _CAN'T_ stop this match.
Davis: Blottie lifts Alan now, whips him into the corner. Follows him in with an elbow to the jaw, which knocks Alan back, forward, and Alan ends up backward in the corner.
White: Blottie puts him on the top rope... heads up with him... inverted Face lock...
Davis: INVERTED SUPERPLEX!
White: Well, that's that. Soriano has passed out. He must be dead. That can be used as a legit finisher on the _GROUND_.
Davis: Blottie covers, lateral press...
One...
Two...
THE CHAMP RETAINS!
White: NO! ALAN SNUCK HIS RIGHT SHOULDER UP!
Davis: Say What?
White: Alan got up! Alan isn't quite finished yet!
Davis: No fucking way.
White: Blottie now, extremely unamused, gets a hold of that chair, puts it on Alan's knee, climbs to the top...
Davis: Leaps... Alan slides out of the way!
White: Blottie comes crashing, elbow first, into the steel chair!
Davis: We've got both men down here, Soriano with a busted up knee, Blottie with possibly a shattered elbow after that, and a couple broken fingers from earlier in the match when he punched the steel chair.
White: Erm, Blottie got himself to the ropes, and he's trying to pull himself up, and Soriano is starting to move. Blottie is up, holding onto the ropes, and now Soriano has gotten up...
Davis: Blottie runs in, and catches a leg sweep from Soriano! Blottie falls face first into the second turnbuckle! Soriano immediately from behind, hooks Blottie in a full nelson...
White: DRAGON SUPLEX!
Davis: THAT'S GOTTA BE IT!
ONE!
TWO!
SORIANO'S KNEE BUCKLED AWAY!
White: He _HAD_ Blottie there! Had Blottie not totaled Soriano's knee, this match would have been over!
Davis: Soriano stumbles to his feet, lifts Blottie, front face lock, walks him over to the chair...
White: Lifts, SPIKED DDT ONTO THE CHAIR!
Davis: Blottie now is flowing from the head!
White: Soriano slides outside the ring now, onto the apron, climbs the turnbuckles, Alan leaps...
Davis: NAILS A FROG SPLASH!
White: Who the hell is this? This _NOT_ Alan Soriano in the ring.
Davis: Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
BLOTTIE ROLLS THE SHOULDER!
White: Blottie is invincible tonight!
Davis: Soriano, wasting no time, lifts Blottie, tosses him into the ropes, DROPKICK!
White: Blottie reels onto the ropes, and Alan charges... CROSS BODY! BOTH MEN STUMBLE OVER THE TOP!
Davis: Soriano stands, however, and takes Blottie... tosses him right by the entrance ramp onto the steel railing!
White: Soriano now walks up to Blottie... and catches a right to the jaw!
Davis: Soriano answers with a left! Blottie's right eye is blackening!
White: Pato isn't even making a count! The two men are brawling up the entrance ramp!
Davis: Fans, this is insane! They're up the entrance ramp now, and remember, that's a ramp! They're roughly 15 feet up!
White: Soriano hops down to the ground level next to the ramp, and sets up a table in the area!
Davis: Blottie right above him, catches his breath... Soriano pulls him feet first down!
White: Soriano lays him onto the table, climbs back up... NO! ALAN, YOU'LL BREAK YOUR KNEE!
Davis: Alan runs forward, somersault, SOMERSAULT SENTONS BLOTTIE THROUGH THE TABLE!
White: And neither man is going to be moving for quite some time...
Davis: That was _INSANE_ right there.
White: Blottie looks like a bowl of jello, Soriano looks like a man beaten and left in the alley...
Davis: This is what we expected it to be and then some.
White: Pato runs down the aisle, he's checking both men...
Davis: And he doesn't want to end this thing!
White: Alan is slightly moving...
Davis: He climbs up onto the entrance ramp! And lays there!
White: Now it's Blottie's turn! Blottie, blood flowing all over, rises!
Davis: He pulls up onto the entrance ramp as well!
White: Soriano stands first on the ramp, and lifts Blottie to his feet...
Davis: Soriano kicks him in the gut, and sets him up for a powerbomb! He lifts...
White: BLOTTIE REVERSES! FACE PLANT ON THE STEEL!
Davis: BUT LOOK AT BLOTTIE! HE HIT SO HARD HE'S ROLLING DOWN THE ENTRANCE RAMP!
White: Discombobulate the man! That'll do it!
Davis: Soriano is laid out on the top of the ramp, Blottie is laid out on the bottom of the ramp, and I don't know what to make of this.
White: Blottie slowly stands, dizzy as hell, and is stumbling around on the entrance ramp!
Davis: And he's gonna head back up to attempt to take Soriano to the ring! But he's really, really stumbling...
White: Soriano is still laid out, and here comes Blottie! Blottie pulls Soriano up by his hair.
Davis: Soriano tosses out his arms, and pulls him down in a jawbreaker! Blottie flies back, and tosses a back somersault sliding down the ramp AGAIN!
White: This time, Soriano limps after him! Soriano pulls him up by the hair, next to the ring, and.. AIRPLANE SPINS HIM! HA!
Davis: He finishes the spin, and tosses Blottie through the 2nd rope! Slightly dizzy himself, Soriano climbs into the ring, and lifts Blottie...
White: But Blottie will have none of it, and kicks him in the gut! Lifts Alan on his shoulders, AIRPLANE SPIN OF HIS OWN!
Davis: Blottie drops him, and now looks so Dizz he's almost drunk looking.
White: But he calls for Simply legendary! Is he nuts?!
Davis: Well, Blottie climbs to the top rope, and...
White: He's stumbling!
Davis: BLOTTIE FALLS OFF THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR!
[Steve White attempts to say something, but can't contain the laughter.]
White: Soriano is standing in the middle of the ring now, and looks out, looks at Pato...
Davis: Pato is explaining what happened, and Soriano is getting quite the chuckle!
White: Blottie now stands on the outside, and Soriano is shaking his head... he runs, BASEBALL SLIDE DROPKICK!
Davis: Blottie bounces into the steel railing!
White: Soriano now is scaling the ropes on the inside, he's up, he leaps...
Davis: Blottie moves! Soriano goes throat first into the steel, and falls back!
White: He is _NOT_ getting up after that one! Blottie slides into the ring, and demands that Pato counts!
Davis: And he does so...
One...
Two...
Three...
White: Soriano is still hung over the railing!
Davis: Four...
Five....
Six....
White: Soriano is _STILL_ hung over the railing!
Davis: Seven...
Eight....
Nine...
White: SORIANO SUDDENLY TURNS AND DIVES INTO THE RING!
Davis: Where Blottie covers!
One!
TWO!
THREE!
White: NO! SORIANO WITH A FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Davis: Talk about frustrastion! Blottie doesn't know what to do now! In fact, there's not much else he can do.
White: Simply legendary?
Davis: That's about all I can think of.
White: Blottie lifts Soriano, tosses him to the ropes, Blottie goes the other way, comes back, FLYING FOREARM! Right to the bloody, taped up face of Soriano!
Davis: Blottie quickly to his feet, and hits the ropes, SOMERSAULT LEGDROP! Can we call that a Mini Simply Legendary?
White: I guess so! Cover!
1...
2...
THRE... NO! ALAN IS OUT!
Davis: Blottie is annoyed, now! Blottie lifts Soriano to his feet, flings him over his shoulder, moves to the far corner...
White: And comes out with a running powerslam!
Davis: Blottie quickly over to the legs of Soriano... KNEE BAR! KNEE BAR! KNEE BAR!
White: That'll put Soriano out with that bad knee of his!
Davis: This is insanity! He'll break that knee!
White: Soriano is doing everythign in his power to pull out, but he can't!
Davis: Soriano is pulling toward the ropes!
White: He's sliding, and sliding!
Davis: He got them!
White: But Blottie won't let go!
Davis: Soriano is screaming, but Pato can't make Blottie release!
White: Blottie is wrenching that knee over, and I think Alan's passing out!
Davis: Pato can't get him to break it! Alan's fading!
White: I think Alan is out!
Davis: So does Blottie! He breaks the hold, and drags Alan to the middle of the ring!
White: The match can't end like this!
Davis: Blottie heads to the apron... he takes time out to pose for the fans.
White: Blottie is scaling the ropes... second rope... top rope..
Davis: THE CHALLENGER WAS PLAYING POSSUM!
White: Soriano dives at the turnbuckle, and crotches Blottie! Soriano on the mat, standing, pulls Blottie's face toward him...
Davis: DDT! ALAN JUST DDT'ED SORIANO OFF THE TOP ROPE!
White: Blottie _MUST_ be finished if Alan can make a cover here!
Davis: Wait... Alan's going for that damned chair!
White: Alan sets it up on the mat, and lifts Blottie to his feet... Fireman's carry! It's ANNIHIDRIVER TIME!
Davis: BLOTTIE TURNS IT INTO A CRUCIFIX!
White: Alan rolls over this time, however, caught!
ONE!
TWO!
THR... WAS THAT IT?
Davis: TWO! A LONG, LONG, PAINFUL TWO!
White: Soriano and Blottie both stumble to their feet, and they're circling!
Davis: Both men are looking for the other man to screw it up! I doubt that'll happen at this point the match, however, possibly the greatest NACW match to date.
White: Soriano snaps at the legs of Blottie, but Blottie backs off! Blottie goes for an arm, but Alan shrugs off!
Davis: Alan throws a clothesline! Ducked! Blottie runs in... HIP TOSSED! Blottie again... HIP TOSSED AGAIN!
White: Blottie up a third time, JAPANESE ARM DRAG! Alan goes right back to the arm... flips Blottie onto his back, ARMBREAKER APPLIED!
Davis: That Arm bar breaker, pulling the arm straight up and back could easily end a match!
White: Not to mention Soriano positioning in the legs around the other arm of Blottie! Could we call this the Rings of Alan?
Davis: You can call the _END_!
White: Blottie is kicking his feet wildly, trying to bring the pain elsewhere! He's screaming so loudly that I think his vocal cords are going to fall out!
Davis: And you can thank Steve White for that image!
White: Soriano is snapping! He's gonna break both of Blottie's arms!
Davis: Blottie's a thinking man! He needs to find out how to get out of this!
White: Blottie is trying to spin his body, or something. Whatever he's doing, it's not effective.
Davis: I think he's jsut squirming!
White: Blottie spins and kicks and spins and kicks, but Alan has that thing clamped!
Davis: Blottie kicks up again... SORIANO RELEASED! He tumbles over and clutches his knee...
White: Blottie knew the whole time how to get out! Soriano has a bad knee, so he slid it across the mat until Alan couldn't take the pain anymore!
Davis: So Soriano wasn't snapping, he was just in pain?
White: More or less.
Davis: Hmm. Damn.
White: Both men down, Alan with his knee and Blottie checking his bad elbow. This thing may go the full sixty minutes.
Davis: Well, we're almost there...
White: Alan is up first, and he walks up to Blottie, DOUBLE LEG TAKE DOWN! Blottie holds the legs, and falls back, CATAPULT! Soriano catapults into the ring ropes, and gets shot straight back!
Davis: Blottie standing over Soriano now, KNEE TO THE FACE! AND AGAIN!
White: Blottie hits the ropes, leaps, ASAI MOONSAULT! NAILED! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
SORIANO ROLLS THE SHOULDER AWAY!
Davis: How on earth does the man do it?
White: I don't have a clue.
Davis: Blottie is pointing to the top! Again! Could this be it?
White: Blottie begins to scale the ropes!
Davis: He's on the second rope...
White: Now he's on the top!
Davis: Blottie throws his arms in the air!
White: He leaps!
Davis: Somersault...
White: Coming down with the leg...
Davis: SORIANO SITS UP!
White: Blottie lands butt first on the mat!
Davis: Alan slides the chair into the middle of the ring!
White: Blottie springs to his feet! Alan knees Blottie in the gut!
Davis: Alan drags him into a fireman's carry!
White: AND DROPS! ANNIHIDRIVER! ANNIHIDRVIER IV! THAT'S IT! COVER, BOTH LEGS HOOKED!
[At this point, the entire arena kicks in]
_ONE_!
_TWO_!
_THREE_!
[The entire arena loses it. Everyone begins screaming and hollaring, totally into the Soriano win. Katrina runs into the ring, and gives Alan a big hug, as Pato goes to the outside and grabs the title belt. Drew Fortesque steps into the ring.]
Fortesque: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOU'RE WINNER AT A TIME OF FIFTY-TWO MINUTES AND THIRTY-NINE SECONDS...
...NOW A TWO TIME AND _NEW_ NACW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
"ANNIHILATOR" ALLLLLLLAN SOOORIANOOOOOOOOO!
White: Fans, week in and week out the man was tricked, beaten, insulted, and screwed, but REVENGE IS HIS! ALAN SORIANO IS NOW A TWO TIME HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!
Davis: AMAZING! THIS IS JUST TOTALLY AMAZING!
White: What a classic to end this Pay Per View! You're never gonna see anything like this ever again!
Davis: Brian J. Blottie is laid out in the middle of the ring, but that's not the story! ALAN SORIANO IS YOUR _NEW_ NACW WORLD CHAMPION!
~NACW~ Official Result
Alan Soriano wins the title via pinfall following the Annihidriver IV after a missed Simply Legendary.
Paul Davidson: Ladies and gentlemen, Paul Davidson here. Justin Russell has made one demand to stop his reign of terror here in the NACW...he wants a title shot, and he's getting his shot, June 6th, against new champion Alan Soriano, in Sydney, Australia, at the Owen Hart Memorial Slam Masters. Brian J. Blottie will get his rematch on July 10th, as he, along with both Russell and S