Post by Prez Shay on Dec 24, 2006 16:53:57 GMT 10
Note: Thanks for all who helped get this rather unofficial show on the road while we’re on hiatus. I liked what I saw from the effort put in, and that only brings the full-time AWO return closer…
I hope you enjoy.
I hope you enjoy.
AWO Special Event # 2 : Survival of the Fittest
The AWO Detroit arena, for the first time in many, many months is almost full. Excited faces gleam out from the hordes of fans, waiting to see their favourite AWO stars for the first time since the AWO closed it’s doors about a year ago, having had their excitement piqued once again by the AWOTV special ‘One Night in Hell’ one month ago. Only selected seats were sold for the event, so many fans missed out… but not this time. This time they’ve all come, and this time they’re out for blood. Tonight, a new AWO Survivor Champion will be crowned, and after the intense feuds that have been shown building on AWOTV these past weeks, the divided crowd can’t wait to see who will come out the victor.
Only one thing is for sure. This is the AWO, so anything can happen, and just might…
The crowd erupts as pyros shoot into the air from the stage, and Survivor’s ‘Eye of the Tiger’ hits, signifying not only a lackluster effort by the sound guys, but the beginning of the event!
Rob: “Hello all and welcome back to the AWO! And boy, haven’t we missed being here! I’m talking of course for my partner in crime here, Mike, as we return to AWO broadcasting for the first time since last year!”
Mike: “And I’ll tell you, if I wasn’t still under contract, I’d be lounging next to my pool in the Bahamas still right now, but what can you do?”
Rob: “That’s funny Mike, I seem to recall hearing that AWO had trouble tracking you down, and eventually found you building the World’s biggest ant farm in your basement.”
Mike: “And moving right along… tonight’s match looks like it’s going to be a huge one.”
Rob: “Damn straight, every available (and willing) competitor in the AWO will be fighting against each other right in that ring in an elimination match to end all elimination matches! And of course, in true AWO style they’ve upped the ante and made this one not only no-holds-barred, but for the Survivor Championship!”
Mike: “No rules. That’s exactly what I love to see. This is going to be a great night Rob.”
Larry takes to the ring, and the rowdy crowd hushes to listen.
Larry: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is an elimination match. Eight men are about to walk down to the ring, and the last man left, who has not been pinned in the ring by another non-eliminated competitor will walk out of here tonight as the NEW AWO Survivor Champion!”
The crowd cheers, being so hyped up they’d probably cheer at just about anything.
Larry: “So without further ado, can you please welcome all of tonight’s competitors… Ivan the Bastard… Scruffy Dog… Fat Guy with Stick… Ron Mathews… Mike Polowy… Maverick… Chris Bond… and of course the current AWO Heavyweight Champion… Nick Polowy!!!!”
As the wrestlers flood onto the stage and down the ramp, one and a time, the crowd continues to cheer. Each wrestler enters the ring and waits for the bell, as Larry hightails it to a safer place.
Mike: “Wait a second… where is Chris Bond?”
Rob: “That’s an interesting question. Could this be some sort of Ego Trip ploy?”
Indeed Chris Bond is absent from the ring, but the other jostle each other, trying to get an arm’s length on either side away from anyone else. Suddenly though, before the bell is rung, and at the height of the tension, ‘Awaken’ by Disturbed hits with a slight boo from the crowd.
Mike: “The President is here! He must be out of hospital! This just makes things even better!”
But the president isn’t here. As the music fades out, the AWO-Tron flares to life, showing Prez Shay sitting up in bed, smiling. The crowd hushes again to hear what he has to say.
Prez Shay: “Hello everyone. Just thought… that being that this event isn’t hosted by Ron Mathews and rather the REAL AWO, it wouldn’t be right for me not to at least make some sort of appearance. But there’s another agenda here tonight. I wanted to award someone who I think has been doing a great job trying to hold things together. You see, I’m talking to you tonight to announce the reinstatement of the AWO Hardcore Championship.
The crowd cheers, because everyone loves more title matches, especially hardcore ones.
Prez Shay: “And instead of having a match for it, since we’re kind of busy right now… I’m just going to award it to somebody who really deserves it. And for taking on responsibility that he didn’t have to in times of crisis, and doing the best he could for this company… Maverick, this title is yours.”
Rob: “Oh come on! There’s much more deserving people than this! What a joke! This is almost the same way Maverick got his Tag Team belt! Is he going to actually have to EARN ANYTHING!?”
Mike: “Oh get over it Rob. Maverick won a match for that Tag Team title and you know it. He’s a deserving, and I’m sure will be a great, champion.”
Insane booing echoes throughout the arena, as Maverick laughs and smiles, delighted. One of the ring staff from behind him gets his attention and hands him the AWO Hardcore Title belt. The booing continues. The other wrestlers in the ring shake their heads.
Prez Shay: “Now be aware Maverick, that belt… that belt has it’s own special rule. You see it’s not EXACTLY 24/7… but anyone who has a referee with them can challenge you for it at ANY time during an AWO event. But I’m confident you can handle that, just like you’ve handled everything in the AWO so well since I’ve been gone.”
Maverick nods his head, and then hands the Hardcore Title back to the man outside to be kept safe.
Prez Shay: “So good luck everyone… and make me some ratings. I’ll see you soon.”
And with that, the AWO-Tron goes black again, and while the men in the ring still have their eyes on it… the bell suddenly rings! The crowd cheers as FGWS gets the first blow by running and clotheslining Scruffy Dog over the top rope, before jumping over it himself and heading to the outside. Ron, not surprisingly, also exits the ring… and actually walks up the ramp, trying to catch things in front of him which clearly… aren’t there.
Mike: “Boy, that Ron Mathews sure has lost it…”
Back in the ring, there are two men who know exactly what their first intensions are. Maverick and Mike Polowy immediately charge at each other, but suddenly both get face-planted as Nick Polowy trips Maverick with a leg sweep and Ivan the Bastard trips Mike Polowy with a drop toe hold. Nick pulls Maverick to his feet, and Maverick swings wildly at him, not appreciating being tripped. To his surprise though, Nick dodges the attacks, and then grabs Maverick’s arm and whips him into the closest ropes. Maverick hits the ropes with his chest, and bounces backwards, as Nick jumps up and dropkicks him right in the back! Maverick topples through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. Immediately he gets back up, however, and glares at Nick.
Rob: “Whoa-oh-oh! Nick Polowy is making a statement here tonight!”
Over in the other side of the ring, Ivan has climbed onto the back of Mike Polowy, and grabbing his head from both sides, is now slamming his face into the ring mat. Mike Polowy eventually manages to weasel his way onto his back, forcing Ivan’s hands to let go, where he punches Ivan square in the jaw. Ivan is sent upwards, reeling, as he stumbles off Mike and to his feet. Mike seizes the opportunity gives Ivan a quick throat thrust. Ivan clutches at his throat, turning to face the crowd and struggling to breath, as Mike Polowy gives him a Russian Leg Sweep back down to the mat.
Mike: “The irony isn’t lost on me Rob!”
Outside the ring, Ron Mathews looks to be completely gone, leaving the fans in wonder about whether he’ll ever be back. Closer to the ring, however, Scruffy Dog and FGWS are trading punches back and forth, in a hypnotizing fashion. Finally, Scruffy Dog breaks the routine by instead opting for a knee to FGWS’s stomach. Unfortunately for him, his knee doesn’t seem to penetrate far past the flab, and FGWS grabs him by the hair and throws him into the ring barricade!
Rob: “Well I tell you, FGWS has lost a lot of weight, but that weight he still has on him does come in handy!”
FGWS then runs up and hits Scruffy with a clothesline, sending them both rolling over the barricade and into the crowd! The crowd runs for cover, as FGWS pulls Scruffy Dog to his feet and then whips him further into the crowd, sending him tripping up and falling into a series of steel chairs! Scruffy Dog is quick to recover though, and climbs back to his feet, grabbing one of the steel chairs as a weapon. He jabs it into FGWS’s stomach and FGWS doubles over. Scruffy then swings the chair above his head, but before he can bring it down, FGWS grabs his legs and trips him backwards. Scruffy’s back hits the concrete with a horrible thud, winding him, but not before he manages to swing the chair, cracking FGWS in the skull. FGWS drops flat onto Scruffy, making Scruffy’s winding worse, and forcing him to drop the chair.
Mike: “Oh dear, that can’t be… wait, what’s this!?”
Rob: “It’s Bond!”
Sure enough, Bond comes charging down the ramp to a mixed reaction to the crowd, his late entrance obviously a ploy to give him an advantageous start to the match. He slides into the ring and runs straight past Maverick and Nick, and heads towards Mike Polowy and Ivan the Bastard. Mike turns, hearing the commotion, and with lightning reflexes he instantly smacks Bond in the jaw with a superkick!!
Rob: “Oh dear! Did you hear the sound of that?!”
Bond stumbles backwards, struggling to regain his bearings after running directly into such a harsh kick. Maverick, seeing this, springs to action and drops behind him, and then rolls him up into a schoolboy pin. The referee wastes no time.
One…
Two…
Rob: “Surely this can’t be…”
Three!!! Bond rolls out of the ring, dumbfounded, as Maverick laughs from the inside, hysterically. He’s laughing so bad, he is in no way prepared for the Super Bulldog Nick Polowy slams him into the mat with, after jumping off the second rope! Bond hurries over to the announce table, and takes a seat next to Rob.
Mike: “Well welcome Bond. What just happened there exactly? Not your best match.”
Bond: “Oh my God, I can’t believe this! Maverick screwed me over again! I never thought I’d have to watch out for my back with Maverick in the ring, but once again… I just wasn’t thinking in realistic terms.”
Rob: “Well you sure weren’t. There’s a lot at stake in this match and I don’t think anyone’s taking sides.”
Bond: “Well maybe just once I’d like to see Maverick actually work with me, and not against us. We’re supposed to be a God-damned tag team…”
Suddenly, the crowd kicks up quite a commotion as something appears amongst them, making most of them move out of the way with haste. After a moment, Ron Matthews appears again… driving a snowmobile through the crowd!!
Rob: “What in the love of…”
Ron looks behind him, seemingly scared of something, and with his fingers in the shape of a gun, shoots at whatever it is he thinks is chasing him.
Bond: “God, that Scruffy Dog cola really messed Ron up…”
Ron rams the snowmobile into a nearby stack of chairs, which get wedged underneath him, forcing him to stop. Ron quickly stumbles out and pushes crowd members down as he stumbles toward the ring.
Mike: “Oh dear, I don’t think he’d wanna head that way!”
On the other side of the ring, however, Scruffy Dog and FGWS are both climbing to their feet. FGWS takes a swing at Scruffy, but Scruffy dodges it, grabbing FGWS by the scruff of the neck and hurtling him into the ring barricade and back into the ring area. Scruffy Dog follows him over the barricade, and then lays a few kicks into him, before pulling him back to his feet. As he does though, FGWS suddenly rakes Scruffy in the eyes, and then whips him hard into the exposed steel turnbuckle!!
Mike: “Whoa, that’s gotta hurt! Did you hear the thud of Scruffy Dog’s shoulder there?”
FGWS then walks over and pulls Scruffy to his feet, before rolling him back into the ring. He follows him under the bottom rope, but he isn’t the only person climbing in. For at the other side of the ring, Ron Matthews hurriedly climbs in as well!
Rob: “I can’t see this ending well for Ron Matthews!”
Mathews turns to the nearest person he can see and reaches out to them for help. Unfortunately, this person is Ivan the Bastard, who doesn’t seem too happy about an American grabbing his shoulder. He spins away from the brawl he was having with Mike Polowy, and lifts Ron Matthews into the air, sending him down with a huge Northern Lights Piledriver!
Mike: “Oh dear God in heaven! He’s not a wrestler!”
Rob: “Oooh, I do believe Ivan calls that “From Russia with Love!”
Ron Mathews isn’t finished though, somehow. In fact, due to his current state, his brain doesn’t seem to know when to quit! Ron climbs back to his feet in a groggy state, and rushes past Ivan, right into an Implant DDT from Mike Polowy!
Rob: “Oh my God! No one can withstand… wait?”
Ron, slowly, climbs back to his feet. His eyes are almost completely shut, and he seems more dazed then ever. He turns, leaving the pair behind, and runs into a foot from Scruffy Dog, before being taken down with a Scruffbuster!!! Matthews actually seems to BOUNCE back to his feet again, spiraling, looking like he’s about to fall down, when suddenly Maverick grabs him and hits him with a MindBender!! Finally, Ron Matthews looks down for the count.
Bond: “My God, maybe that Scruffy Dog cola stuff isn’t so bad after all?”
Bond looks over at the snowmobile parked amongst the crowd, and the memories come flooding back.
Bond: “Actually, I retract my statement.”
The wrestlers look around at each other, pondering what to do now that that excitement has come to a close, when suddenly Matthews jerks wildly. All eyes fall onto him, as he suddenly starts to climb to his knees, his body flailing wildly. Everyone looks on dumbfounded, as suddenly FGWS comes charging past, and smashes his stick directly into Ron’s forehead. Ron does nothing for a second… before finally crashing backwards onto his back. At that moment, Nick dives from the top of the nearest turnbuckle, and hits The Upstage directly onto Ron! Nick rolls off, and Maverick drops to his knees, slowly making the pin attempt without too much effort.
One…
Two….
Three!!!
Rob: “Well thank God that’s over! He’s gonna be hurting when that stuff wears off, I tell you right now!”
Maverick stomps Ron out of the ring, where he is taken away by medics. He turns back to the ring, and suddenly Mike spears him to the ground, signaling the start of the duel everyone was waiting for. The crowd goes wild.
Mike: “Mike Vs Maverick… this is what they all came to see!”
On the other side of the ring however, Ivan the Bastard and FGWS are matching blows. The advantage is going to FGWS however, due to the fact that his blows are with his stick! Ivan stumbles backwards, and then FGWS plants his foot into Ivan’s stomach, sending him down.
Nearby, Nick Polowy has grabbed a distracted Scruffy Dog by the back of the neck, and thrown him right over the top rope! Scruffy lands with a thud on the mats outside. He gets back to his feet, using the commentary table as a support, and then turns as Nick dives off the top rope and hits him with a cross body, slamming both of them back down to the mats.
Ron: “Spectacular display by the World Champion!”
Back in the ring, on the opposite side from Ivan and FGWS, Mike and Maverick are rolling around the ring, trying to get above the other. A few punches are thrown and missed, and the fight is fairly even until Maverick knees Polowy in the balls. Maverick then rolls Mike off him, and jumps to his feet. While Mike recovers, Maverick quickly jumps out of the ring, and scrounging behind the ring apron comes out with a trash can lid. He hurries back in the ring, and attempts to slam it down onto Mike, but Mike returns the low blow, kicking Maverick right where it hurts!
Rob: “Oh come on! What kind of fight is this?!”
Mike: “These two aren’t just hurting each other. They’re hurting every man watching at home!”
Maverick almost drops the trash can lid, but manages to keep hold, and jab the end into Mike’s face before dropping to his knees! Mike stumbles back and falls against the turnbuckle, recovering from his own injury, as the trash can lid falls to the mat.
Back outside, Scruffy tries to get back to his feet, but Nick pummels him with a several kicks to the side and back, sending him back down again. He then drags Scruffy to his feet, and gives him a shoulder thrust, sending Scruffy Dog falling backwards onto the announce table.
Chris Bond: “Well, if watching and participating in wrestling has taught me anything, I know where this is going…”
Nick then grabs Scruffy Dog by the hair again, and drags him off the announce table. He walks him around to just past the corner of the announce table, and then lifts him into the air in a Vertical Suplex stance. Suddenly, Nick spins slightly, no longer aiming for the announce table, and sends Scruffy Dog down right onto Bond!!
Mike: “Oh my!!! It would seem Bond has learnt NOTHING after all!!! Hahahaha!”
The result is a mess of Scruffy, Bond, cabling, and desk chair, as Nick stands back to enjoy his creation.
Back in the ring, FGWS winds up to slam Ivan in the forehead with his stick. Ivan, however, has other ideas and pulls the stick out of FGWS’s hands. He then throws away the stick, rather than opting to use it, and grabs FGWS by the throat. FGWS struggles to get away, but Ivan gives him a swift uppercut which sends him reeling. Wasting no time, Ivan quickly grabs FGWS and hits him with a Siberian Slam (inverted Russian leg sweep)!!!
Rob: “Ooh, good take down!”
Ivan then jumps onto FGWS’s back and traps him into a Capitalist Punishment (Camel Clutch)!!! FGWS struggles hard to get to the ropes, but for some reason Ivan just lets him go, giving up the hold. FGWS rolls onto his back in relief, but the relief doesn’t last, as Ivan lifts FGWS to his feet, and then lifts him into the air giving him a From Russia With Love!!!
Mike: “Oh, what a move! And well done to Ivan for being able to lift that tub of lard!”
Rob: “Hey he’s lost a lot of weight compared to what he was, let’s not forget.”
After slamming FGWS into the ring mat, Ivan covers for the pin, as the nearby referee taps the ring mat from the outside.
One…
Two…
Three!!! FGWS throws his shoulder up, but it’s a second too late. Ivan climbs to his feet and FGWS rolls out of the ring, aching and eliminated.
Mike: “And another one bites the dust! Five men remain!”
Mike and Maverick lock up on their side of the ring, and the struggle to gain power leads them directly to the centre. Maverick seems to be winning, and Mike looks like he’s about to drop to his knees, when suddenly Ivan comes from behind and smashes Mike in the back with a hard punch anyway. Mike falls, and Maverick and Ivan help him back to his feet, and double-suplex him back to the mat!
Rob: “Oh, double team from Maverick and Ivan! What is this?!”
Mike: “Ivan sees an opportunity to ride off the winning man here, and he’s a wise man to take it!”
Ivan and Maverick continue working together to beat down on Polowy, getting a couple more double suplexes in, and then Ivan grabs Polowy’s arms from behind and holds him. Maverick begins sending his fist into the stomach of a defenseless Polowy, while the fans boo like crazy.
Rob: “Oh come on now! He can’t even fight back!”
Maverick smiles sadistically as he sends the sixth punch into Mike’s midsection, causing him to gasp in pain. He then moves closer to Mike and gets right into his face, letting his smile be seen. Suddenly though, Mike reels back and then slams a head butt right into Maverick’s face! Maverick stumbles backwards, holding his face, and falls into the turnbuckle, and Mike stomps on Ivan’s foot! Ivan releases Mike, but Mike grabs Ivan’s arms and then flips him over the top of him! Ivan quickly jumps back to his feet, but only in time to jump right into an Implant DDT from Mike!!! The referee drops for the count as Mike quickly covers him for the pin.
One…
Two… Maverick, moving his hand away from his face, sees what’s going on, but makes no movement or attempt to help the fallen temporary comrade.
Three!!! Mike climbs off Ivan, and Ivan rolls slowly out of the ring, before making his way cautiously back of the ramp, holding his aching head.
Mike: “Well there’ll be no victory for Mother Russia today!”
Maverick gets back to an upright position, taking a few steps away from the turnbuckle. Mike turns, and just as he does, his brother rolls in the ring. The three of them square off, trying to decide who to attack first, when suddenly the lights begin to flicker.
Mike: “Aww, what the hell is this? I swear… if Mr. Semmens didn’t pay the power bill again…”
Those in the ring look around the arena, and eventually determine that the flickering lights mean nothing. Finally all three wrestlers begin to charge to the middle of the ring, and as they do the lights fail completely.
The AWO Detroit arena, for the first time in many, many months is almost full. Excited faces gleam out from the hordes of fans, waiting to see their favourite AWO stars for the first time since the AWO closed it’s doors about a year ago, having had their excitement piqued once again by the AWOTV special ‘One Night in Hell’ one month ago. Only selected seats were sold for the event, so many fans missed out… but not this time. This time they’ve all come, and this time they’re out for blood. Tonight, a new AWO Survivor Champion will be crowned, and after the intense feuds that have been shown building on AWOTV these past weeks, the divided crowd can’t wait to see who will come out the victor.
Only one thing is for sure. This is the AWO, so anything can happen, and just might…
The crowd erupts as pyros shoot into the air from the stage, and Survivor’s ‘Eye of the Tiger’ hits, signifying not only a lackluster effort by the sound guys, but the beginning of the event!
Rob: “Hello all and welcome back to the AWO! And boy, haven’t we missed being here! I’m talking of course for my partner in crime here, Mike, as we return to AWO broadcasting for the first time since last year!”
Mike: “And I’ll tell you, if I wasn’t still under contract, I’d be lounging next to my pool in the Bahamas still right now, but what can you do?”
Rob: “That’s funny Mike, I seem to recall hearing that AWO had trouble tracking you down, and eventually found you building the World’s biggest ant farm in your basement.”
Mike: “And moving right along… tonight’s match looks like it’s going to be a huge one.”
Rob: “Damn straight, every available (and willing) competitor in the AWO will be fighting against each other right in that ring in an elimination match to end all elimination matches! And of course, in true AWO style they’ve upped the ante and made this one not only no-holds-barred, but for the Survivor Championship!”
Mike: “No rules. That’s exactly what I love to see. This is going to be a great night Rob.”
Larry takes to the ring, and the rowdy crowd hushes to listen.
Larry: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is an elimination match. Eight men are about to walk down to the ring, and the last man left, who has not been pinned in the ring by another non-eliminated competitor will walk out of here tonight as the NEW AWO Survivor Champion!”
The crowd cheers, being so hyped up they’d probably cheer at just about anything.
Larry: “So without further ado, can you please welcome all of tonight’s competitors… Ivan the Bastard… Scruffy Dog… Fat Guy with Stick… Ron Mathews… Mike Polowy… Maverick… Chris Bond… and of course the current AWO Heavyweight Champion… Nick Polowy!!!!”
As the wrestlers flood onto the stage and down the ramp, one and a time, the crowd continues to cheer. Each wrestler enters the ring and waits for the bell, as Larry hightails it to a safer place.
Mike: “Wait a second… where is Chris Bond?”
Rob: “That’s an interesting question. Could this be some sort of Ego Trip ploy?”
Indeed Chris Bond is absent from the ring, but the other jostle each other, trying to get an arm’s length on either side away from anyone else. Suddenly though, before the bell is rung, and at the height of the tension, ‘Awaken’ by Disturbed hits with a slight boo from the crowd.
Mike: “The President is here! He must be out of hospital! This just makes things even better!”
But the president isn’t here. As the music fades out, the AWO-Tron flares to life, showing Prez Shay sitting up in bed, smiling. The crowd hushes again to hear what he has to say.
Prez Shay: “Hello everyone. Just thought… that being that this event isn’t hosted by Ron Mathews and rather the REAL AWO, it wouldn’t be right for me not to at least make some sort of appearance. But there’s another agenda here tonight. I wanted to award someone who I think has been doing a great job trying to hold things together. You see, I’m talking to you tonight to announce the reinstatement of the AWO Hardcore Championship.
The crowd cheers, because everyone loves more title matches, especially hardcore ones.
Prez Shay: “And instead of having a match for it, since we’re kind of busy right now… I’m just going to award it to somebody who really deserves it. And for taking on responsibility that he didn’t have to in times of crisis, and doing the best he could for this company… Maverick, this title is yours.”
Rob: “Oh come on! There’s much more deserving people than this! What a joke! This is almost the same way Maverick got his Tag Team belt! Is he going to actually have to EARN ANYTHING!?”
Mike: “Oh get over it Rob. Maverick won a match for that Tag Team title and you know it. He’s a deserving, and I’m sure will be a great, champion.”
Insane booing echoes throughout the arena, as Maverick laughs and smiles, delighted. One of the ring staff from behind him gets his attention and hands him the AWO Hardcore Title belt. The booing continues. The other wrestlers in the ring shake their heads.
Prez Shay: “Now be aware Maverick, that belt… that belt has it’s own special rule. You see it’s not EXACTLY 24/7… but anyone who has a referee with them can challenge you for it at ANY time during an AWO event. But I’m confident you can handle that, just like you’ve handled everything in the AWO so well since I’ve been gone.”
Maverick nods his head, and then hands the Hardcore Title back to the man outside to be kept safe.
Prez Shay: “So good luck everyone… and make me some ratings. I’ll see you soon.”
And with that, the AWO-Tron goes black again, and while the men in the ring still have their eyes on it… the bell suddenly rings! The crowd cheers as FGWS gets the first blow by running and clotheslining Scruffy Dog over the top rope, before jumping over it himself and heading to the outside. Ron, not surprisingly, also exits the ring… and actually walks up the ramp, trying to catch things in front of him which clearly… aren’t there.
Mike: “Boy, that Ron Mathews sure has lost it…”
Back in the ring, there are two men who know exactly what their first intensions are. Maverick and Mike Polowy immediately charge at each other, but suddenly both get face-planted as Nick Polowy trips Maverick with a leg sweep and Ivan the Bastard trips Mike Polowy with a drop toe hold. Nick pulls Maverick to his feet, and Maverick swings wildly at him, not appreciating being tripped. To his surprise though, Nick dodges the attacks, and then grabs Maverick’s arm and whips him into the closest ropes. Maverick hits the ropes with his chest, and bounces backwards, as Nick jumps up and dropkicks him right in the back! Maverick topples through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. Immediately he gets back up, however, and glares at Nick.
Rob: “Whoa-oh-oh! Nick Polowy is making a statement here tonight!”
Over in the other side of the ring, Ivan has climbed onto the back of Mike Polowy, and grabbing his head from both sides, is now slamming his face into the ring mat. Mike Polowy eventually manages to weasel his way onto his back, forcing Ivan’s hands to let go, where he punches Ivan square in the jaw. Ivan is sent upwards, reeling, as he stumbles off Mike and to his feet. Mike seizes the opportunity gives Ivan a quick throat thrust. Ivan clutches at his throat, turning to face the crowd and struggling to breath, as Mike Polowy gives him a Russian Leg Sweep back down to the mat.
Mike: “The irony isn’t lost on me Rob!”
Outside the ring, Ron Mathews looks to be completely gone, leaving the fans in wonder about whether he’ll ever be back. Closer to the ring, however, Scruffy Dog and FGWS are trading punches back and forth, in a hypnotizing fashion. Finally, Scruffy Dog breaks the routine by instead opting for a knee to FGWS’s stomach. Unfortunately for him, his knee doesn’t seem to penetrate far past the flab, and FGWS grabs him by the hair and throws him into the ring barricade!
Rob: “Well I tell you, FGWS has lost a lot of weight, but that weight he still has on him does come in handy!”
FGWS then runs up and hits Scruffy with a clothesline, sending them both rolling over the barricade and into the crowd! The crowd runs for cover, as FGWS pulls Scruffy Dog to his feet and then whips him further into the crowd, sending him tripping up and falling into a series of steel chairs! Scruffy Dog is quick to recover though, and climbs back to his feet, grabbing one of the steel chairs as a weapon. He jabs it into FGWS’s stomach and FGWS doubles over. Scruffy then swings the chair above his head, but before he can bring it down, FGWS grabs his legs and trips him backwards. Scruffy’s back hits the concrete with a horrible thud, winding him, but not before he manages to swing the chair, cracking FGWS in the skull. FGWS drops flat onto Scruffy, making Scruffy’s winding worse, and forcing him to drop the chair.
Mike: “Oh dear, that can’t be… wait, what’s this!?”
Rob: “It’s Bond!”
Sure enough, Bond comes charging down the ramp to a mixed reaction to the crowd, his late entrance obviously a ploy to give him an advantageous start to the match. He slides into the ring and runs straight past Maverick and Nick, and heads towards Mike Polowy and Ivan the Bastard. Mike turns, hearing the commotion, and with lightning reflexes he instantly smacks Bond in the jaw with a superkick!!
Rob: “Oh dear! Did you hear the sound of that?!”
Bond stumbles backwards, struggling to regain his bearings after running directly into such a harsh kick. Maverick, seeing this, springs to action and drops behind him, and then rolls him up into a schoolboy pin. The referee wastes no time.
One…
Two…
Rob: “Surely this can’t be…”
Three!!! Bond rolls out of the ring, dumbfounded, as Maverick laughs from the inside, hysterically. He’s laughing so bad, he is in no way prepared for the Super Bulldog Nick Polowy slams him into the mat with, after jumping off the second rope! Bond hurries over to the announce table, and takes a seat next to Rob.
Mike: “Well welcome Bond. What just happened there exactly? Not your best match.”
Bond: “Oh my God, I can’t believe this! Maverick screwed me over again! I never thought I’d have to watch out for my back with Maverick in the ring, but once again… I just wasn’t thinking in realistic terms.”
Rob: “Well you sure weren’t. There’s a lot at stake in this match and I don’t think anyone’s taking sides.”
Bond: “Well maybe just once I’d like to see Maverick actually work with me, and not against us. We’re supposed to be a God-damned tag team…”
Suddenly, the crowd kicks up quite a commotion as something appears amongst them, making most of them move out of the way with haste. After a moment, Ron Matthews appears again… driving a snowmobile through the crowd!!
Rob: “What in the love of…”
Ron looks behind him, seemingly scared of something, and with his fingers in the shape of a gun, shoots at whatever it is he thinks is chasing him.
Bond: “God, that Scruffy Dog cola really messed Ron up…”
Ron rams the snowmobile into a nearby stack of chairs, which get wedged underneath him, forcing him to stop. Ron quickly stumbles out and pushes crowd members down as he stumbles toward the ring.
Mike: “Oh dear, I don’t think he’d wanna head that way!”
On the other side of the ring, however, Scruffy Dog and FGWS are both climbing to their feet. FGWS takes a swing at Scruffy, but Scruffy dodges it, grabbing FGWS by the scruff of the neck and hurtling him into the ring barricade and back into the ring area. Scruffy Dog follows him over the barricade, and then lays a few kicks into him, before pulling him back to his feet. As he does though, FGWS suddenly rakes Scruffy in the eyes, and then whips him hard into the exposed steel turnbuckle!!
Mike: “Whoa, that’s gotta hurt! Did you hear the thud of Scruffy Dog’s shoulder there?”
FGWS then walks over and pulls Scruffy to his feet, before rolling him back into the ring. He follows him under the bottom rope, but he isn’t the only person climbing in. For at the other side of the ring, Ron Matthews hurriedly climbs in as well!
Rob: “I can’t see this ending well for Ron Matthews!”
Mathews turns to the nearest person he can see and reaches out to them for help. Unfortunately, this person is Ivan the Bastard, who doesn’t seem too happy about an American grabbing his shoulder. He spins away from the brawl he was having with Mike Polowy, and lifts Ron Matthews into the air, sending him down with a huge Northern Lights Piledriver!
Mike: “Oh dear God in heaven! He’s not a wrestler!”
Rob: “Oooh, I do believe Ivan calls that “From Russia with Love!”
Ron Mathews isn’t finished though, somehow. In fact, due to his current state, his brain doesn’t seem to know when to quit! Ron climbs back to his feet in a groggy state, and rushes past Ivan, right into an Implant DDT from Mike Polowy!
Rob: “Oh my God! No one can withstand… wait?”
Ron, slowly, climbs back to his feet. His eyes are almost completely shut, and he seems more dazed then ever. He turns, leaving the pair behind, and runs into a foot from Scruffy Dog, before being taken down with a Scruffbuster!!! Matthews actually seems to BOUNCE back to his feet again, spiraling, looking like he’s about to fall down, when suddenly Maverick grabs him and hits him with a MindBender!! Finally, Ron Matthews looks down for the count.
Bond: “My God, maybe that Scruffy Dog cola stuff isn’t so bad after all?”
Bond looks over at the snowmobile parked amongst the crowd, and the memories come flooding back.
Bond: “Actually, I retract my statement.”
The wrestlers look around at each other, pondering what to do now that that excitement has come to a close, when suddenly Matthews jerks wildly. All eyes fall onto him, as he suddenly starts to climb to his knees, his body flailing wildly. Everyone looks on dumbfounded, as suddenly FGWS comes charging past, and smashes his stick directly into Ron’s forehead. Ron does nothing for a second… before finally crashing backwards onto his back. At that moment, Nick dives from the top of the nearest turnbuckle, and hits The Upstage directly onto Ron! Nick rolls off, and Maverick drops to his knees, slowly making the pin attempt without too much effort.
One…
Two….
Three!!!
Rob: “Well thank God that’s over! He’s gonna be hurting when that stuff wears off, I tell you right now!”
Maverick stomps Ron out of the ring, where he is taken away by medics. He turns back to the ring, and suddenly Mike spears him to the ground, signaling the start of the duel everyone was waiting for. The crowd goes wild.
Mike: “Mike Vs Maverick… this is what they all came to see!”
On the other side of the ring however, Ivan the Bastard and FGWS are matching blows. The advantage is going to FGWS however, due to the fact that his blows are with his stick! Ivan stumbles backwards, and then FGWS plants his foot into Ivan’s stomach, sending him down.
Nearby, Nick Polowy has grabbed a distracted Scruffy Dog by the back of the neck, and thrown him right over the top rope! Scruffy lands with a thud on the mats outside. He gets back to his feet, using the commentary table as a support, and then turns as Nick dives off the top rope and hits him with a cross body, slamming both of them back down to the mats.
Ron: “Spectacular display by the World Champion!”
Back in the ring, on the opposite side from Ivan and FGWS, Mike and Maverick are rolling around the ring, trying to get above the other. A few punches are thrown and missed, and the fight is fairly even until Maverick knees Polowy in the balls. Maverick then rolls Mike off him, and jumps to his feet. While Mike recovers, Maverick quickly jumps out of the ring, and scrounging behind the ring apron comes out with a trash can lid. He hurries back in the ring, and attempts to slam it down onto Mike, but Mike returns the low blow, kicking Maverick right where it hurts!
Rob: “Oh come on! What kind of fight is this?!”
Mike: “These two aren’t just hurting each other. They’re hurting every man watching at home!”
Maverick almost drops the trash can lid, but manages to keep hold, and jab the end into Mike’s face before dropping to his knees! Mike stumbles back and falls against the turnbuckle, recovering from his own injury, as the trash can lid falls to the mat.
Back outside, Scruffy tries to get back to his feet, but Nick pummels him with a several kicks to the side and back, sending him back down again. He then drags Scruffy to his feet, and gives him a shoulder thrust, sending Scruffy Dog falling backwards onto the announce table.
Chris Bond: “Well, if watching and participating in wrestling has taught me anything, I know where this is going…”
Nick then grabs Scruffy Dog by the hair again, and drags him off the announce table. He walks him around to just past the corner of the announce table, and then lifts him into the air in a Vertical Suplex stance. Suddenly, Nick spins slightly, no longer aiming for the announce table, and sends Scruffy Dog down right onto Bond!!
Mike: “Oh my!!! It would seem Bond has learnt NOTHING after all!!! Hahahaha!”
The result is a mess of Scruffy, Bond, cabling, and desk chair, as Nick stands back to enjoy his creation.
Back in the ring, FGWS winds up to slam Ivan in the forehead with his stick. Ivan, however, has other ideas and pulls the stick out of FGWS’s hands. He then throws away the stick, rather than opting to use it, and grabs FGWS by the throat. FGWS struggles to get away, but Ivan gives him a swift uppercut which sends him reeling. Wasting no time, Ivan quickly grabs FGWS and hits him with a Siberian Slam (inverted Russian leg sweep)!!!
Rob: “Ooh, good take down!”
Ivan then jumps onto FGWS’s back and traps him into a Capitalist Punishment (Camel Clutch)!!! FGWS struggles hard to get to the ropes, but for some reason Ivan just lets him go, giving up the hold. FGWS rolls onto his back in relief, but the relief doesn’t last, as Ivan lifts FGWS to his feet, and then lifts him into the air giving him a From Russia With Love!!!
Mike: “Oh, what a move! And well done to Ivan for being able to lift that tub of lard!”
Rob: “Hey he’s lost a lot of weight compared to what he was, let’s not forget.”
After slamming FGWS into the ring mat, Ivan covers for the pin, as the nearby referee taps the ring mat from the outside.
One…
Two…
Three!!! FGWS throws his shoulder up, but it’s a second too late. Ivan climbs to his feet and FGWS rolls out of the ring, aching and eliminated.
Mike: “And another one bites the dust! Five men remain!”
Mike and Maverick lock up on their side of the ring, and the struggle to gain power leads them directly to the centre. Maverick seems to be winning, and Mike looks like he’s about to drop to his knees, when suddenly Ivan comes from behind and smashes Mike in the back with a hard punch anyway. Mike falls, and Maverick and Ivan help him back to his feet, and double-suplex him back to the mat!
Rob: “Oh, double team from Maverick and Ivan! What is this?!”
Mike: “Ivan sees an opportunity to ride off the winning man here, and he’s a wise man to take it!”
Ivan and Maverick continue working together to beat down on Polowy, getting a couple more double suplexes in, and then Ivan grabs Polowy’s arms from behind and holds him. Maverick begins sending his fist into the stomach of a defenseless Polowy, while the fans boo like crazy.
Rob: “Oh come on now! He can’t even fight back!”
Maverick smiles sadistically as he sends the sixth punch into Mike’s midsection, causing him to gasp in pain. He then moves closer to Mike and gets right into his face, letting his smile be seen. Suddenly though, Mike reels back and then slams a head butt right into Maverick’s face! Maverick stumbles backwards, holding his face, and falls into the turnbuckle, and Mike stomps on Ivan’s foot! Ivan releases Mike, but Mike grabs Ivan’s arms and then flips him over the top of him! Ivan quickly jumps back to his feet, but only in time to jump right into an Implant DDT from Mike!!! The referee drops for the count as Mike quickly covers him for the pin.
One…
Two… Maverick, moving his hand away from his face, sees what’s going on, but makes no movement or attempt to help the fallen temporary comrade.
Three!!! Mike climbs off Ivan, and Ivan rolls slowly out of the ring, before making his way cautiously back of the ramp, holding his aching head.
Mike: “Well there’ll be no victory for Mother Russia today!”
Maverick gets back to an upright position, taking a few steps away from the turnbuckle. Mike turns, and just as he does, his brother rolls in the ring. The three of them square off, trying to decide who to attack first, when suddenly the lights begin to flicker.
Mike: “Aww, what the hell is this? I swear… if Mr. Semmens didn’t pay the power bill again…”
Those in the ring look around the arena, and eventually determine that the flickering lights mean nothing. Finally all three wrestlers begin to charge to the middle of the ring, and as they do the lights fail completely.