16th October 2005
Las Vegas, Nevada
16th October 2005
Las Vegas, Nevada
The video then goes on to bring us up to date with the various angles going in to tonight's Pay Per View. Blue Thunder's obsession with becoming considered a legend, driving himself over the edge, and subsequently into the path of Sett. Kevin Conner struggling to hold on to his International Title, with the Exiled, Bigg Money and Nate Hartman all in contention for it. Nate Hartman in fact stole Conner's belt, but Conner almost seemed not to bother, concentrating instead on a family crisis. The Race for the Title competition ending contraversially, with Starr winning and then conceding his win to second placed Syren. This then left turmoil as to who she would face, Hartman or Fudge. In an incredibly close match, Hartman got the upset victory and will face Syren tonight. Then in the main event, it's Michael Diamond v Danny Starr. Best friend versus best friend. So much politics has been played in this match, Ron Royalty, David Jackson and his henchmen, Anderson and many more have shaped this match, which will undoubtedly be a contender for the match of the year award. The video ends and the Pyrotechnic display begins, as the crowd pop huge. Trent Brown and Keith Kincaid make their way to ringside, and we prepare to begin.
Krstin Thomas: "Kevin, Kevin! We all know what has happened to you this past week, and we all here at the HWA feel for you deeply, and many of us at the HWA are truly surprised you came here to the arena to wrestle your match. I cant imagine what is going through your mind."
Kevin Conner: "Well there is a lot that is going through my mind, all of you do know my business and that's fine. But I don't want everyone to feel sorry for me, there is a time for business and a time to reflect, I had the whole week to reflect and now its time for business."
Kristin Thomas: "Well, your are going to be handling your business in the first ever Celtic Cross Match for the HWA International championship, and we know you left last week early and blew your chance at the HWA World Heavyweight Championship, do you have plans for the HWA World Title?"
Kevin Conner: "You know Krstin, one thing at a time! First I have to do this HWA International Match, then comes whatever the future has instore for me, but if the future doesn't hand it to you, then you take it from the future.'
(Conner walks away and Krstin looks confused.)
The HWA-tron lights up and another vignette featuring the exploits of Anderson airs....
"Its been two nights now in the Garden City of Lights, Kuala Lumpur…"
"Which also literally means the City of Mud or some shit…"
"Doesn't look terribly muddy to me, unless it's raining of course"
"You do know that you're dead as soon as we're done with this fiasco don't you?"
"You do know that you've left the cap on again don't you?"
"F[bleeped]king hell"
The scene gradually brightens up to reveal an array of lights emanating from various sources ranging from street lights to neon signs and all sorts of other night-time establishments. The camera shifts left to reveal Anderson's face, with a wide-smile and an enthusiastic 'thumbs up gesture' directed at the camera. Frank, the 'cameraman', responds with 'the finger', flashed momentarily on-screen. Anderson then lifts up a tin of Tiger beer, as if proposing a toast directly at the camera and proceeds to gulp some of the alcoholic beverage before putting the tin down, wiping his mouth quickly with the back of a hand in the process.
Anderson: It's great isn't it? Nothing much like this anywhere in the west! Beautiful, enjoying a beer in an open-air market at about 3.30 am in the morning after a glorious night of club-hopping…
An audible groan can be heard coming from the direction of the cameraman.
Frank: I'd rather be miles away from you, contemplating a brick wall
Anderson: A mere two hours ago you were four sheets to the wind and a bees-dick away from getting 86'ed.
A louder groan which sounded more like a suppressed scream can be heard from Frank's direction.
Frank: Bastard, you kept feeding me those evil mixes…
Anderson lifts a hand to interject.
Anderson: I led you to the spring, it was your choice to drink
Once again, Frank delivers the one-fingered salute of resentment directed towards Anderson.
Frank: Led me!? You were the one going on about manhood and getting hammered! Which reminds me, what in the hell are we doing here anyw…
Anderson leaps to his feet, the jolt of the camera reflects a possibly startled reaction from Frank. Grabbing his beer in hand, he walks briskly towards the indoor section of the hawker centre. Frank attempts to keep up, the increasing frequency of motion indicates that he's making a genuine effort to match Anderson's increasing speed. Soon, it becomes a jog and then a brief run. Finally, Anderson grabs hold of another man's shoulder. He turns around to face Anderson, probably the only other Caucasian man in the hawker centre. The other man's hair is graying, his skin tanned, perhaps middle-aged but his body shows signs of regular exercise through a muscular form. Anderson greets him with an impromptu grin.
Anderson: Hello old friend…
The stranger attempts to shrug him off but as soon as he does, Anderson reaches for his other shoulder with another hand.
Stanger: I don't know you
Anderson has a solid grip on the man's shoulder, although his voice is jovial and his demeanor fairly relaxed, there is a hint of a serious undertone in his voice.
Anderson: Come on now; is this any way to treat me after all those years? Alright, let me buy you a beer at least…
The stranger takes a deep breath, a resigned sigh, averting his eyes momentarily to the floor before looking back at Anderson.
Stranger: I know what you want. You don't even have to say it and I know what you want. Why else could you be bothered to get your ass all the way down here?
Anderson smiles and nods.
Anderson: Perceptive as always, that's why I never underestimated you for a second. However, the question isn't really what I want but more like WHO I want..
The stranger nods in return, he scratches the back of his head in a momentary silence, as if reflecting or thinking about something briefly before replying Anderson.
Stranger: It's not as easy as that, you see, he doesn't want to be found. He's covered his trail pretty good…
Anderson snaps his fingers and points directly at the stranger.
Anderson: That's exactly why I came looking for you. If he wanted to be found I would've done it myself.
The stranger sighs deeply, Anderson offers his can of Tiger to him. After a moment's hesitation, he takes it and gulps down a mouthful. He returns the can back to Anderson, pulling a plastic stool from a nearby vacant table and taking a seat. The stranger looks at Anderson and speaks in a softer tone, almost as if trying to plead with him.
Stranger: Can't you respect his wish? He's been through enough already, he's done his share and he's shouldered what's never meant to be the sole burden and responsibility of one man
Anderson nods, almost understandingly, before knocking down the rest of his beer and scrunching the can with a hand.
Anderson: I've actually given this a lot of thought, contrary to popular belief…
He casts a look towards Frank with a smirk before shifting his attention back to the middle-aged stranger.
Anderson: Believe me when I say it wasn't easy but who else was left out there?
Anderson pauses, signaling to one of the Hawker centre staff. He asks for two cans of Tiger that are brought to him almost instantaneously. Anderson offers a can to the stranger, who accepts.
Anderson: Listen to me, they're back, they're all coming back, at least the ones who put their names on the marquee….
The stranger interrupts Anderson, moving in closer to speak.
Stranger: So why would you need him for?
Anderson pulls the tab on the can and breaks the seal with the familiar sound. He takes a gulp, putting the can down with a loud breath of satisfaction before replying.
Anderson: There's got to be a balance. You know it, I know it, everybody with an ounce of sense knows it, hell, even Frank sitting down over there with his handycam knows it.
The cam shifts momentarily as Frank shrugs his shoulders, Anderson looks at him with a grin before resuming.
Anderson: But at the end of the day, after all the hoop-la and fanfare, somebody has to draw a line somewhere. And who could do it better than him?
The stranger opens his cold can of Tiger and takes a sip from it as well, briefly contemplating Anderson 's words before looking back up at him and replying.
Stranger: You're asking for a lot, probably too damn much. What makes you think you're going to talk him into it?
Anderson drinks deeply from his can before putting it down. There is a loud sizzling sound emanating from a stall nearby, probably a cook stir-frying noodles or some other form of fried local food. Anderson grins confidently at the stranger.
Anderson: If I know him, he'll definitely listen to reason. All I've got to do is to get him to hear me out and he'll be back on board. Trust me, there's enough fight left in these old dogs yet…
The stranger nods, perhaps a gesture of approval and relenting.
Stranger: I got to give it to you Anderson, you still haven't lost it. Try Tawau, a fishing town around Borneo; get you some real R&R, nothing like this city.
He winks at Anderson, who winks back at him. Both men lift their beers and toast.
Stranger: To strange meetings in unlikely places…
Anderson laughs heartily as their beers clink.
Anderson: To old friends and older dreams.
As both men drink deep from their cans, Frank interjects momentarily.
Frank: So what now, another screwed-up adventure?
Anderson looks towards him with that familiar wide, toothy grin and the thumbs up.
Anderson: We're heading off tomorrow afternoon.
The camera fades to black with both Anderson and his old friend drinking up their beers while Frank's voice can be heard, swearing incomprehensibly.
KK: I don't know Keith, but I have a sneaking suspicion we may find out tonight!
TB: In addition, The first round matches for Last Man Standing begin this coming week, what impact will THAT have on tonight's preceedings?!
Nate Hartman comes down to the ring, holding Conner's International Belt above his head.
KK: He shouldn't have that belt, it's not right.
Hartman kisses the belt before handing it to Senior Official Wallace Cunningham.
Next, Bigg Money hits the ring to the sounds of "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails. He is resoundly boo'd.
TB: Bigg Money not popular with the locals here.
KK: I think he has some dental hygiene issues to be honest.
The eXiled then begins his descent down the ramp, getting a polite amount of cheers. Lastly, the crowd pop huge as "Not Listening" by Papa Roach hits, and the Celtic Warrior Kevin Conner walks down to ringside, slapping the hands of a few fans on the way.
TB: This is a celtic cross match. As we can see now, Wallace Cunningham is hanging the belt in the centre of the two diagonal metal structures, which form the X of the cross above the ring.
KK: How high up is that X, Trent?
TB: Looks to be about 15 feet up I think.
KK: We should see some exciting moves in this match, especially with those metal girders above the ring.
The bell rings and straight away, all four men go to a corner each, ascend their respective corners, and start using the hand over hand technique to make their way along the girders, hanging underneath. They meet in the middle. eXiled hooks his legs around Bigg Money, and Conner hooks his legs around Nate Hartman. In perfect symmetry, Conner and eXiled release themselves off the girders, and hang below Biggz and Hartman. Unable to hold their own weight plus another person's Biggz and Hartman fall to the floor.
TB: Wow, what a way to start the match!
Hartman recovers, bounces off the ropes, and drop kicks Biggz who was just getting to his feet. Biggz falls in towards Conner, and Conner drops Biggz with a DDT.
KK: Whats this? Hartman and Conner working together?!
TB: I don't think it'll last.
KK: Conner gets the DDT in on his rival Biggz. Biggz claimed earlier in the week that he was the father of Jasmie, Conner's supposed daughter!
TB: I'm not sure I believe that, surely Conner's ex wife Claire isn't like that!?
KK: Ha, she slept with me!
TB: Dream on Keith.
Several minutes later and Biggz is in the ring with Nate Hartman. Biggz attempts the clothesline, Hartman ducks, turns and takes Biggz down with a hurricanrana.
TB: Wow, Big time athletic move from the big man!
Without pause for thought though, Hartman is rocked back onto the ropes via a spear from the eXiled who had just arrived in the ring. Hartman though stops him with an elbow to the forehead.
KK: Ouch! That would hurt!
TB: But look! Conner has snook along the top whilst nobody was looking!
15 feet above the ring, Conner has walked along the top of one of the girders, tightrope style, and is now trying to find a way of getting down to the belt which is currently underneath him. He looks down and sees eXiled, Hartman and Biggz battling below him.
TB: What is Conner going to do here?
Conner, abandoning the chance to get the belt, hits the Soul Searcher (Downward Spiral), from 20 feet up, sending the bodies of eXiled, Hartman and Biggz scattering seemingly in all directions.
KK: WOW! WHAT A MOVE!
The crowd start a holy shit chant up.
TB: But what damage has that done to Conner's body?
Conner rolls over, and out of the ring, giving himself a chance to recover. Nobody moves for about 30 seconds, the crowd getting their breath back. Nate Hartman is the first to rise. He uses the ropes to help him stand up, he falls back to one knee but manages eventually to find his feet. Bigg Money shows signs of recovering, but Hartman sees and drops a knee onto Biggz's face.
TB: Oh my, thats HARSH!
The camera zooms in on Biggz and 4 of his front teeth have been knocked out! Blood is gushing from Biggz's mouth. He tries to cover his mouth with his hands, but he continues to cough up blood.
KK: Thats a horrible injury to Biggz, I'm not sure if he'll be able to continue this match or not.
Hartman surveys the scene. He sees Conner on the outside, eXiled still down and out, and Biggz trying to stem the flow of blood. Hartman climbs the turnbuckle, and then the vertical pole, and tries to make his way once more, hand over hand, to the centre of the ring where the two diagonal girders meet.
TB: This is it! Hartman is well on the way to getting the International Title!
But Conner is back in the ring. Hartman speeds up, heading for the center. Conner tries to grab Hartmans legs, so Hartman instead pulls his legs upwards, and wraps them around the girder too, above his hands.
KK: Great athletecism there from Hartman.
TB: Yes, but the flipside is that while his legs are wrapped, he can move neither forwards or backwards, he can only stay in that position.
Conner looks over to eXiled, who is starting to come around, and then at Biggz, who is being tended to by the ring side medic.
KK: Conner doesn't know what to do now, if he tries to climb up one of the turnbuckles, he'll waste valuable time that Hartman could use to grab the belt and win. If he stays there though, he won't be any nearer the belt either.
The eXiled returns to the ring and approaches Conner. Conner points to Hartman as if to say "if you fight me, he wins". eXiled looks up at Hartman's position, and in that split second, Conner leaps upwards, and in a feat of balancing genius, lands on eXiled's shoulders, before leaping again, up to Hartman, grabbing himself around Hartman's waist.
KK: HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT IN MY LIFE!
TB: KEITH!!!! Easy on the swearing!
The crowd start another Holy Shit chant.
TB: But now Conner is stook again, holding on to Hartman.
KK: No wait, Hartman is running out of juice!
Sure enough, Hartman seems to be struggling. Conner gives him a hard tug and Hartman starts to slip, Conner senses this and reverses Hartman's momentum. Conner ends up giving Hartman a 10 foot high powerbomb!
Another holy shit chant erupts as Conner leaps to the turnbuckle, and starts to scale the vertical pole. He then uses the hand to hand technique to reach the middle. He is about to grab the belt, when Biggz and eXiled arrive and start to try and pull him off. Conner though, despite the attempts of Biggz and eXiled, grabs the belt, but can't unhook it.
TB: So close but yet so far.
Conner is hanging off the belt hook, still with Biggz and eXiled hanging on to his legs. He manages to free a leg, and he gives Biggz a kick to the head with it. Biggz clutches his face once more. Conner hooks both legs around The Exiled's head, and in one fluent motion manages top both unhook the belt, and put a hurricanrana on the eXiled. The bell rings, the crowd go wild, and Kevin Conner is STILL your International Champion!
TB: Wow, what a match, and what a way to open Crash and Burn!
"Purple Haze" by Jimi Hendrix hits, and David Jackson makes his way out to the ring. He enters with a grin on his face.
DJ: Good evening folks! Welcome to lovely Las Vegas, and welcome to CRASH AND BURN!
Jackson actually gets a rare pop for this.
DJ: I have a little news to share with you all. And it concerns that meddlesome commisioner you've been seeing for the past couple of weeks. Thats right, Anderson, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW!
The crowd laugh, as there is no response from the back.
DJ: ANDERSON, I'm DEMANDING YOU----------
The camera suddenly cuts to the back, where Awesome D Anderson is seen walking out of his limo, with 2 beautiful women on each arm. The crowd cheers, and the camera fades back until we see David Jackson watching intently.
Anderson: Davey boy! Listen, I'd love to stay and chat, but uh... you know. You can see, I brought some guests to entertain tonight!
Jackson: That's wonderful Anderson, really. These women can watch when I screw you tonight for getting involved last week, and making the Starr/Diamond match!
Anderson: Whoa whoa, let's not give these girls the wrong idea! You, Mr. Jackson may want to screw me... but all I want is to play around and have a little bit of fun with these ladies tonight!
Jackson: Keep it up, Anderson. Tonight, I've got a surprise for you that's going to knock your socks off even more so then these sluts you tramped back here tonight.
The scene switches back to that of David Jackson standing in the ring. An asshole chant has started, clearly directed at Jackson. He steps into the ring and the fans let him hear it!
Jackson: All of you... GO TO HELL!
TB: I think these fans are telling Mr. Jackson he can do the same!
DJ: You know, Crash and Burn was the very event in which I made my debut in back in 2002. Crash and Burn has a lot of happy memories for me, none more so that how tonight will pan out.Last week Anderson decided he would one-up me and give Starr Diamond tonight. So Danny Starr still gets to keep his little contract and still gets Diamond. Fine Anderson, that's all well and good. You gave these fans what they wanted, so tonight, I'm taking something away... TWO things in fact!
KK: I think he's making idle threats now, what on earth could Jackson do?
Jackson: We all know as commissioner, I can't touch because you were appointed by Ron Royalty...
The crowd goes nuts at the mention of the HWA founder!
TB: I can't believe the deafening noise made by these people for Royalty!
Jackson: SHUT THE HELL UP, ALL OF YOU!! Anderson, get your ass down here and learn what happens when you get in my way! You've disrespected me enough, and now you're going to pay!
Anderson comes strutting out of the back with the girls on his arms and poses for the cameras. The lightbulbs go off nonstop, and Anderson smirks his way down to the ring. Jackson is actually smiling now, and Anderson goes toe to toe with Jackson. The two men jaw at one another, and Jackson lifts the mic to his mouth.
Jackson: Anderson, I know I can't so much as touch any of your work... but that's alright. Because tonight, my surprise to you... to all of you in this arena... is someone who NO ONE but myself can touch. You fucked with me Anderson, and well... WHAM BITCH, BIG JOKER!
Anderson looks at Jackson and just laughs, the crowd goes into a riot, and Jackson lifts the mic again.
Jackson: Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor, and great privelege to introduce to you one of the FOUNDING members of the HWA, former President, a Hall of Famer, former two time World Heavyweight Champion...
"Stand Up" by Trapt hits the speakers and the crowd looks to the ramp...
Jackson: THE CHOSEN ONE, DAMIEN MICHAELS!!
The Chosen One walks from the back of the arena and out onto the ramp to a thunderous applause from the crowd.
TB: OH MY GOD, IT'S TCO!!! TCO IS BACK IN THE HWA!!
KK: This crowd is going ABSOLUTELY nuts, it's like they've seen a ghost!
TB: Look at TCO, we might actually be looking at a ghost!
TCO walks down the ramp slowly without acknowledging the crowd. His blond hair has grown out long and his face looks like it hasn't been shaved in weeks. He's got his old Aftermath bat in hand, and steps into the ring with applause from Anderson.
Anderson: Whoa whoa whoa, Jackson. You must be on crack man, this is The Chosen One, if anything he's going to kick the shit out of you!
KK: Anderson is right, why is TCO out here at the request of David Jackson??
Jackson: Mr. Michaels... has something to say.
TCO takes a mic and looks at Anderson.
TCO: Anderson, I'm sorry. I don't have a choice but to do this. I hope someday you'll be able to forgive me.
Anderson: What the fuck are you talking about?
TCO: As acting President of HWA Enterprises, you are hereby suspended from your duties as HWA commissioner... indefinitely.
TB: OH MY GOD! TCO JUST SUSPENDED ANDERSON!
Anderson's eyes grow huge as Jackson laughs, and security comes down to escort Anderson out of the building. The crowd starts to boo loudly, and Jackson takes the mic again.
Jackson: Wow! What a surprise eh, Anderson?! Who'd have though it, The Chosen One! Now, as I said before, I can't fire Anderson, or suspend him as a member of staff, but one thing I can do, is change his job title! Thats right, Anderson - I'm throwing YOU into the Last Man Standing tournament! Oh, and The Chosen One, Damien Michaels will be joining you in the very same tournament! How I do hope that the two of you meet up sometime before the final!
The crowd boos louder then before, and TCO stands in the middle of the ring. All of a sudden, Sett runs down from the back and jumps in the ring, and gets into TCO's face.
Sett: Damien, what the hell man? What are you doing?? This ain't the TCO I remember, the TCO that these people remember!
Jackson: Shut the hell up, Sett, AND GET OUT OF MY DAMN RING!
Sett goes to swing at Jackson, but TCO catches Sett and turns him right into an Aftermath DDT! The crowd boos and starts to throw trash at the ring and TCO stands over Sett's lifeless body and just looks down.
TB: Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know what to say... but The Chosen One is now David Jackson's hired gun, and just knocked out his old friend and took Awesome D down too!
KK: TCO used to be one of the HWA's golden boys, and now it looks like he's come back to destroy it... oh man, why TCO, why??
KK: You're not wrong. Both of these men are fighting today for an extremely prestigious award. Something you can only do once. Thats become a member of the highly elite HWA3000 Hall Of Fame!
Sett comes out to a big pop and slaps the hands of a few of his fans on the way to the ring.
Next, "Hell" by disturbed hits, and Blue Thunder pauses at the top of the ramp. The crowd actually show him a little respect, despite his actions of late.
TB: Wow, I guess Thunder is being given props to be where he is right now, and for how much he has done for the HWA.
Thunder nods and raises one arm aloft before spitting out some water and making his way to the ring.
The two men stare each other out for what seems like an eternity. Sett offers his hand. Thunder scowls and stares at the hand. He looks out at the fans who cheer their approval. Thunder instead hits Sett with the big boot. Sett doubles over. Thunder gets some momentum in off the ropes, then floors Sett with a huge clothesline. Thunder goes for the early pin 1-2-kickout.
TB: You don't get rid of Sett THAT early!
KK: Sett has GOT to be pissed at Thunder's actions back there.
Sett indeed is. He shakes himself off, and approaches Thunder. The two meet, and both run into each other, their chests heaving, trying to force the other back. Sett backs off for one second, and slaps Thunder on the cheek, extremely hard. Thunder pauses, grabs his cheek, and glares at Sett.
KK: Uh oh, I think Thunder just got a little angry!
Thunder's anger manifests itself in an attempted spear. Sett telegraphs it though, and Thunder ends up flying out of the ring between the first and second ring ropes.
The crowd roar their approval. Sett climbs out of the ring, and looks underneath the ring for a weapon. He drags out a couple of tables and throws them in the ring. He then grabs a nearby chair. Folding the chair up, Sett plants a couple of chair shots onto Thunder's head. Thunder is down, and a deep gash is etched across his forehead.
TB: Thunder really taking some abuse here.
Minutes later and the two men are back in the ring. They grapple up, and Sett manages to lay Thunder out once more. This time with the DDT. Sett then proceeds to set up the two tables. He does this, and places in them next to each other. Sett then picks up the carcas of Thunder.
KK: Sett is picking Thunder up! My God! Is the ring strong enough to support both of these men!? Can Sett do it?!
Sett indeed picks Thunder up and puts him through the tables prompting a Holy Shit chant from the fans. Sett covers Thunder and get the win with the 1-2-3.
TB: Powerbomb through the table! Sett makes the Hall of Fame.
KK: Fully deserved, what a legend
The crowd goes crazy as the audience splits apart, letting in an exceptionally muscular man with flaxen hair
KK: Breeze! Its unbelievable
TB: The unstoppable has returned
The white tiger moves into the ring and low blows Sett from behind, he turns him round and hits the Breeze Bomb
KK: Breeze BOMB!
TB: Sett's nose is busted open, such power. Has that guy ever lost!
KK: His power is unmatched
Breeze moves out of the ring and grabs a chair before giving a fan the finger, he moves into the ring picks up Thunder laying the chair on the floor. He then delivers the Breeze Bomb
KK: Again!
TB: Inspiring! They're nothing to him, pure wrestling perfection
The lights dim down
KK: Another Breeze trick
A cloaked man starts to walk from the entrance as the lights flicker on and off at a high rate
TB: Must be Breeze's new partner
Breeze looks over with a faint grin
KK: Is it Fudge? Are we seeing a reunion
TB: The HWA will be in trouble if this happens
KK: Its Fudge it has to be
The cloaked figure reaches the ring and slides in, his face covered up to the eyes in a black mask. Breeze looks slightly confused
The lights come on as the man stands a few feet from Breeze
TB: Is this Fudge?
KK: Is this for reconciliation or revenge?
Breeze turns round to hit Biggs with the chair yet again, he turns back round and stares at the man
KK: A friend of Sett? An ally of Thunder? Diamond, Starr? Who!?
TB: Reveal yourself, this is too much suspense
The mans arm comes up as the crowd audibly groan in suspense, he signals to Breeze to come for him
Breeze laughs
TB: What a mistake, this guy must have a death wish
Breeze smacks the man across the side of the body with the chair
The man staggers back but doesn't fall, only to laugh
TB: That's a chilling laugh
KK: Is he made of steel or something!?
Breeze lunges at the man again but the enigma ducks the chair shot only to punch Breeze in the face, they go toe to toe but Breeze seems to be totally outclassed
KK: Am I seeing straight?
TB: I don't know, I must be dreaming
Breeze hits a kick to the groan, the man doubles over. Breeze grabs him and puts him in the Breeze Bomb position
KK: Hes about to feel the hate!
The man throws Breeze off with resounding force, Breeze staggers into the ropes and runs for a clothesline. The man ducks only to hit a mid kick and set Breeze up for the Pedigree type Breeze Bomb
KK: Oh NO! Not that, dont be that insulting
Breeze tries to struggle but the man seems to strong, he jumps high in the air dropping Breeze head first
TB: Breeze is knocked out!
KK: What the hell is going on?
The man picks Breeze up yet again, lifting him for a piledriver and dropping him on the chair, there is an audible crack, amplified by the mics round the ring
KK: Oh My Lord Almighty, that neck has been shattered
TB: He can't do this, he can't...
The man stares down at Breeze then slowly around at the crowd, he steps out of the ring and walks slowly back up the ramp. The parademics rush past him on the way
KK: He can't just do that and leave
TB: No, this isn't right
KK: Who could do that? Who could treat Breeze like an ameteur, this is out of this world, Im not seeing this
TB: It's real alright, Breeze is out he must be! LMS has one more place left
KK: Who will fill those shoes?
TB: I can only imagine Keith
KK: I don't think I Want to Trent
[OOC: This segment should have been the final vignette re-introducing a character back into the HWA, but it was never received by the management. The vignette revealed that Anderson's trip to the far east was in search of none other than The Real Hero. The Real Hero was scheduled to make his return at HWA Crash and Burn but is now for some reason out of contact with us. Apologies for those that were enjoying this angle]
KK: Oh I always love it when Syren's in the ring!
TB: This time she's going for the big one though Keith!
KK: So I've heard.....
"Point of No Return" by Immortal Technique hits, and Nate Hartman is given a neutral reaction, a few cheers and a few boos. Flames accompanies him to the ring. Syren gives Flames a bitchy stare.
KK: Could be a bit of girl on girl action here tonight!
TB: Only if you're lucky Keith!
Flames exits the ring, the bell sounds and we are underway. Referee Wallace Cunningham raises the HWA World Heavyweight Championship belt so that all present can see what is at stake.
KK: Syren obviously a former HWA champion, but I think this is Hartman's first title shot, though I could be wrong.
TB: Syren a firm favourite with the crowd here, but she clocks it at less than half of Hartman's weight, so she's got to do a lot of work here tonight.
KK: Something in Syren's favour though is that Hartman has already had one match tonight. That may well end up working against him.
TB: I'm sure he won't use that as an excuse though.
Hartman shoves Syren, and Syren gracefully turns a cartwheel backwards. She lands gracefully back on her feet and gives Hartman a mock bow. Hartman approaches her again. This time he grabs her and lifts her high, before throwing her into the turnbuckle.
KK: Hartman not taking any prisoners this time around!
Hartman runs towards the turnbuckle, lifting a knee at the last second, but instead of connecting with Syren, he connects with turnbuckle pad, Syren having slipped out of the ring at the last possible second.
KK: Crafty move.
Instead, Hartman's skull is introduced to a steel chair which Syren brandished over her head. Hartman goes down in the ring, but Flames comes flying around the corner, and drop kicks the chair onto Syren's head.
KK: Flames getting physically involved there.
TB: I hope this doesn't keep up, it would ruin a great match.
KK: Oh I hope she DOES keep it up!
TB: Keep it in your pants for Gods sake Keith.
Flames taunts Syren some more, but Syren grabs a hold of Flames' hair and shoves her head at the ring post. Flames crumbles to the ground in a heap.
KK: Out for the count!
TB: Well yes, technically she would be, if technically she was in the match!
Syren gets back inside the ring, and is met by a charging Nate Hartman. Hartman connects and Syren is floored. Hartman gazes into the crowd and looks to drop a knee on her face.
TB: Oh no, Hartman is going to drop that same knee he dropped on Biggz earlier tonight. Surely he's not going to re-arrange Syren's face too?
KK: Oh My God, that isn't right. Hartman, NO!
Hartman thinks better of it though and changes his mind. Instead, he lands an elbow drop, and then a second. He tries a third but Syren rolls, and Hartman eats the canvas. Syren quickly leaps to the top turnbuckle, and leaps off, landing on top of Hartman with a 450 splash. The crowd stand and cheer at a great move.
KK: Man, I'd love to be Hartman right now!
TB: You had your chance! She mentioned you in a promo a couple of weeks ago!
KK: Yeah, I nearly had a heart attack!
Syren makes the pin 1-2-kickout by Hartman. Syren returns to the top turnbuckle, but she is too late this time. She dives off and Hartman catches her, before exectuing a textbook fall-away slam.
TB: Hard landing for Syren.
KK: Yeah but she got them bazookas to protect her!
TB: If anything Keith, I think that'd HURT her more.
KK: Whatever.
Hartman advances, and picks up Syren, he positions her for the Phenomenon.
TB: Oh My God, not the Phenomenon!
Hartman goes to piledrive Syren, but Syren reaches downwards and inbetween Hartman's legs. She reverses the move into a hurricanrana!
KK: OH MY GOD! I've NEVER seen THAT done before!
The crowd show their appreciation once more. Syren quickly acknowledges them before returning once more to the top turnbuckle.
KK: Somebody better notify air traffic control!
Syren gracefully leaps through the air, first forwards, and then reverses into a feet first missile drop kick, getting the extra momentum with the shift, and she lands both feet right in Nate Hartman's midriff. Nate hits the deck. Syren makes the cover. 1-2-3.
TB: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have our new HWA Champion, and her name is SYREN!!!!!!
Syren holds the belt high above her head, her eyes slightly welling up with emotion. She holds the belt aloft in each of the four directions the fans are in, saluting each section as she does. Suddently, a man is running down the ramp way. He enters the ring.
TB: It's Danny Starr!
KK: What the hell does HE want, surely he's not going to ruin Syren's moment?
Danny approaches Syren. Syren looks at him quizzically. She holds the title in her left hand to one side.
KK: Don't do it Danny, don't do it.
Danny turns to the crowd and gives them a lopsided grin, before opening his arms and huggigin Syren. The two of them embrace and Danny holds Syren's hand in the air.
TB: Wow, Kodak moment folks!
Danny straps the belt on Syren, before giving it a shine with his shirt sleeve! Danny and Syren hug once more before heading to the back.
KK: Trent, I can't cope with this, I think i'm overcome with emotion!
TB: Lust probably...
We're backstage once more and Jim Otis is with David Jackson.
JO: David Jackson, you've already revealed TCO, The Real Hero and Anderson to be two surprise entrants into the Last Man Standing tournament tonight, can you confirm the final line up yet?
DJ: Of course! It is my duty to entertain the masses, so let me see....
Jackson pulls out a scruffy looking piece of notepaper out of his pocket.
DJ: Right then, group 1, as we already know from www.hwa3000.com contains Bigg Money (if his teeth aren't poking at a jaunty angles of course) and The sultry Godess Syren. They will be joined by The Real Hero, and the guy who we saw earlier take out Sett, Thunder AND Breeze. This man folks, is called DECADO! What a group that'll be!
JO: You're not wrong Mr Jackson, thats quite some line up!
DJ: Why of course it is! I don't book any old crap you know!
JO: So what about the second group?
DJ: Patience Jim, Patience. In the second group, we already know about Nate Hartman and Blue Thunder, but joining them are the veteran independant wrestler Gary Katzenmoyer, and also joining them will be THE CHOSEN ONE!
JO: Another GREAT line up Mr Jackson!
DJ: I know, I'm good. Now in group 3 we know about Conner and Danny Starr, joining them will be two familiar returning faces: Dylan Wolfe, and Brooklyn!!
JO: Wow! Two more HWA veterans there in what should be a tough group.
DJ: Certainly. And finally, last but not least, in group 4 joining the already announced Fudge and eXiled are new kid Sean Oliver Scott, and our very own favourite "Awesome D" ANDERSON!! Now excuse me, I have a date with Anderson's ladies!
Jackson shoves Otis out of the way, and heads to his dressing room.
[OOC: This is a really shit way to end this Pay-Per-View, but the match was meant to be written by Michael Diamond and has not been received. Doubtless this would have been a long, classic match between Diamond and Starr, but I don't have the time now to begin writing it. Hopefully Migz will send it in and I can replace this OOC with it. Basically, at the end of the match Starr wins and injures Migz to the extent that Migz cannot now compete in the Last Man Standing Tournament. Much hype would then have been given to the first round of LMS, which starts immediately after this event!]