March 13th 2004
The scene opens up inside the sold out ARCO arena where the fans are going nuts as it is Last Man Standing, the apex of HWA competition. There are so many signs being held up in the crowd and each person seems to favor a different person to win the tournament. There are signs saying things like “Masters will be Maxemized”, “HWA has a new Master!”, “LWS”, and “Prepare to be devoured by the Wolfe!” At ringside is seen Trent Brown and Keith Kincaid.
TB: Wow it’s finally here, after almost two years Last Man Standing is here!
KK: I literally have goosebumps Trent.
Just as LMS is ready to start and kick off its first match of the night all of the lights in the arena dim, and the large projection screen begins to flash black and blue. Suddenly the words LMS appear on the screen and slowly change. They go from Last MS, to Last M Standing the suddenly the screen begins saying Last Militiaman Standing. The crowd is going crazy seeing this and the LMS arena is filled with a mixture of cheers, and boos.
TB: So is the Militia loved or hated by the crowd?
KK: Hmm…not really sure, some people like the way they do things, others don’t. I don’t think the members of the Militia care anyways.
TB: Shut up for a second Keith, it’s changing again.
The screen changes black and suddenly Dylan Wolfe’s face s seen on the screen. Loud cheers are heard and you hear very little booing.
D. Wolfe: HWA beware, the Militia is coming to LMS finals, and nothing will stop us.
The screen changes to black once again and now Ryan Maxem's face appears on the screen. Loud boos are heard, and some of the fans cheer him on.
Maxem: HWA…it is now time to fear. You will all soon be under the mercy of the Militia. Everyone watch your back, especially you Grimjack, and your little Legacy Department.
Ryan gets a huge pop from the crowd in response to his statement, but once again the camera switches. This time back to the face of Dylan Wolfe.
TB: Imagine how big they would be if their heads were really that big.
KK: I think the whole world would be under control of the Militia.
TB: Damn Keith shut up…don’t you know your interrupting one of the finest production commercials HWA has ever produced.
KK: HWA didn’t even produce these, Maxem had this all planned out.
TB: Keith shut up, Dylan speaks.
D. Wolfe: That’s right HWA, you cannot stop what is already here. We are only going to grow larger and more powerful then you have ever imagined. If you thought the FoS was powerful, you have yet to see the true colors of the Militia.
Dylan gets a large response from the crowd as cheers are heard everywhere. The camera once again switches back to Maxem, and once again there is a mixed reaction from the crowd yet this time there appear to be more cheers then boos.
Maxem: This time, Grimjack. Your little Legacy Department wont be able to stop anything we plan to do. The only thing left for you to do is run…run far away.
The camera now shows half of Maxem’s face, and half of Dylan’s. Ryan’s face is on the left side of the screen and Dylan’s is on the right.(picture two face from batman, only its Maxem and Dylan) They both begin talking at the same time, with perfect timing of their lips when they speak every word.
Maxem and Wolfe: That’s right HWA. It’s only a matter of time…and that time is now. Fear us as one, fear us all!
The lights slowly brighten and the screen changes back to regular. The fans are cheering loud, and can’t seem to wait to kick things off for LMS.
TB: Wow, that was quite a statement. I’m sure they made quite a commotion in back. Especially in the Legacy Department Locker room.
KK: Yeah, that little thing they did got me kinda scared too.
TB: Course it’s going to intimidate pussies like you. I thought you were gona run for your life when they said too. I wonder what’s going through the minds of the HWA roster. Who knows what they plan to do, should be quite a night.
TB: Well, who ever loses this match is out of the HWA FOR GOOD!!!
KK: They haven't been really trying hard in HWA, so this is basically a punishment match for all of them and lets see who will actually win this devastating match.
Revenge's theme music hits as a large amount of boos can be heard. Revenge just ignores the boos as he walks toward the ring and awaits his other opponents.
TB: Revenge doesn't look like he has the passion for this match.
KK: Well what ever he has, he better be ready for his opponents.
Brian Carter's theme music hits as more boos are heard as the fans actually seem bored for this match. Brian Carter walks down the ramp as he accepts the boos and awaits Mental Mark.
KK: Brian seems to be less focused since he was kicked out of The Legacy Department.
TB: I don't know, he has always not been focused on his matches lately…Maybe he will actually prove the staff wrong and make a win.
"Juggalo Anthem" by Blaze Ya Dead Homie hits the arena as fans roar out in excitement for Mental Mark. He comes out with a huge smile on his face as he runs down the ramp and slides into the ring as he clotheslines Revenge out of the ring.
KK: Wow, I have never seen such energy out of Mark like this before.
TB: Of course, he wants to prove to people in the back that he shouldn't be reckoned with.
Brian Carter just seems confused of what to do in the ring so he just stands there watching Mark and Revenge go at it. Mark Irish whips Revenge into the barricade, as fans start slapping Revenge and Mark poses for the camera.
TB: Why the hell is Brian just standing there?
KK: Revenge is getting an ass kicking like no one has ever given him before.
Mark starts smiling as he grabs Revenge's head and starts slamming his head against the barricade. Fans start counting the as Mark starts pounding Revenge's head. 1…….2……..3…..4,5,6,7,8,9,10!
KK: Revenge has to have a huge headache after something like that.
TB: He seems to be busted open, and Mark doesn't even seem to have any compassion.
Mark stares at Brian as Brian looks at Mark in fear. Mark slides in the ring as Brian gives Mark a clothesline and Mark falls straight to the canvas. Brian runs to the ropes as he delivers an elbow drop but Mark moves out of the way as Brian screams in pain.
TB: Mark was playing possum there.
KK: Brian is acting like he is a rookie here!
Mark gets up as he picks Brian up by the hair and stares at him with a sadistic look. Mark smiles as he wraps his arms around Brian's and starts delivering huge head butts!
TB: Brian doesn't even know where he is at anymore!
KK: I am surprised that Mark isn't even affected from his head butts.
Mark stops the vicious head butts as he lifts Brian up and delivers a Breaking Point! Mark looks excited as he looks left than right than left again. He starts dancing and he starts to do the Shock Treatment! He goes up once than down and up again and delivers a huge chop to Brian's neck! Mark runs toward the turnbuckle as it seems he is about to deliver a Mind Blender.
KK: This could end both Revenge's and Carter's career right here.
TB: Can this be it?
All of a sudden Revenge revives from those head shots to the barricade and gets on the apron as he pushes Mark off the turnbuckle. Mark lands head first straight to the canvas.
TB: This can change the whole turnabout in the match.
KK: Smart move by Revenge waiting outside the ring and waiting for the perfect time to do something.
Revenge gets a steel chair as he slides inside the ring as Brian runs up to Revenge only to get a shot to the gut and a steel shot straight across the back. Revenge awaits for Mark to get up.
TB: Why isn't the referee ringing the bell?
KK: Probably the boss just told him not to let someone win like that.
Mark starts getting up as Revenge starts raising the steel chair. Mark turns around as Revenge swings the steel chair and Mark ducks as the chair hits the ropes and hits Revenge. Revenge seems to be knocked out cold. Brian starts running toward Mark as Mark delivers a huge Chokeslam to Brian. Mark puts Brian on top of Revenge as he gets on the top rope and delivers a Breakdown! Mark pins 1,2….3! Mark wins!
KK: What an impressive performance by Mental Mark.
TB: I think the Legacy Department made a huge mistake on releasing him.
Mark rolls out of the ring as he walks up the ramp and both Brian and Revenge get medical attention.
Commercial Break.
The HWAtron goes on. Text is seen: The following advertisement was paid for by Xenocidal Produkshuns:
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By now the entire arena is laughing at the horrible acting and filming. Before it can continue on it’s cut off and Carlos Cross, the star of the film, walks out with a microphone.
Cross: “What? Y’all don’t appreciate my acting? I’m one of the best actors you’ll ever see! Just watch. When the movie hits theatres it’ll be a Hollywood blockbuster! And you’ll all be kissing my ass!” Carlos says looking back and forth between both sides of the ramp.
As he gets ready to continue to talk, Alex Mysterio rushes out and smacks him in the of the head with a chair.
Mysterio: “Shut the fuck up already. No one wants to hear your whiny ass. You’re not even a pro wrestler. You’re just some poser who was given a job because mommy and daddy paid your way into the company. This isn’t acting. Welcome to the HWA, punk.”
Alex says before raising the chair and heading to the back.
KK: Welcome to the HWA rookie.
TB: So now Cross is already slightly hurt for his match.
"My Hero" by Foo Fighters hits as out comes Caleb comes walking out to no reaction as he is new.
KK: Man I wish the last man standing matches would get here this rookie crap is BORING.
Caleb slides into the ring hoping to take advantage of Mysterio’s attack. He charges Cross who is just getting up but Cross somehow hits a massive superkick and the crowd who weren’t paying attention are on their feet for this.
TB: Caleb just got his head taken off!
Cross is still feeling the chair shot and uses the ropes to get up as he fell from delivering the superkick. He gets up and looks surprised that he was able to hit the kick himself. Caleb is getting up and is slightly dizzy. Cross charges him but Caleb tosses him outside the ring but Cross holds onto the ropes and lands on his feet on the apron. Caleb is confused and Cross hits a shoulder to the gut then jumps in and goes for a sunset flip. Cunningham the ref counts the pin 1 . . . 2 . . . but Caleb barely kicks out. The crowd is starting to calm down again and are chanting “boring”. Cross gets up and starts trying to pump the crowd up and is taunting Caleb saying he almost pinned him already.
TB: Yeah this guy is an actor alright look how cocky he is.
Caleb gets up pissed and grabs Cross irish whipping him hard into the ropes. He follows it up with a clothesline and Cross is smashed into the turnbuckle. Caleb starts the boots in the corner. He grabs Cross’s head and rams it into the turnbuckle and Cross stumbles out.
KK: Now this is a proper welcome to the HWA for Cross.
Caleb kicks Cross in the gut and sets him up for a DDT, his finisher the Ring of Fire. The crowd is starting to cheer as they are annoyed with Cross but Cross grabs Caleb’s leg, picks him up and drops him right on his neck.
TB: That may have broken Caleb’s neck!
Cross covers 1 . . . 2 . . . 3! He gets up celebrating and the crowd is in shock.
TB: Wow Cross pulled that one out of his ass. Hmm we may have to watch this guy he may have a future after all.
KK: Maybe.
Commercial Break.
HWAtron comes on. We can see Mr.Garcia walking into the ARCO Arena, with just a ice chest, and wearing regular street clothes.
Mr.Garcia: I'm prepared for you Dylan Wolfe. I'm prepared for your boys also. Try what you must to survive this match, it won't be enough. Let the Militia come in, it won't be enough. Man times people filled their own heads that I am nothing, but they end up being proven wrong in a major way. Your going to be one those pathetic idiots, but like I said before, I'm going to let you live past tonight, so we can continue this game of cat and mouse. I want you to be in the dark about your own life. Anticipate it.
Mr.Garcia gets to the locker room, and slams the door.
TB: Welcome back. Well a match of Johhny Scibelli versus Seth Raines was scheduled but neither have shown up.
KK: Too bad, Scibelli is good. But Raines frankly sucks.
Brooklyn’s music 'Ante Up' M.O.P. hits as out he comes.
TB: Brooklyn is Legacy Department style but this match against Breeze will be a challenge I think.
He is hearing some cheers but also some Grimjack sucks chants due to the Legacy Department connection. "Paranoid" by Black Sabbath hits as some loud booing starts and out walks Breeze.
KK: Breeze would dominate the HWA if he ever focuses his mind. This man is scary.
Breeze goes to shake Brooklyn’s hand and Brooklyn hesitates thinking Breeze is working mindgames according to his M.O. which Brooklyn has researched for this match. Breeze is like fine. The bell rings and they circle. They start to tie up but Brooklyn turns it into a leg take down and then into a headlock. Breeze powers out but Breeze goes right into a small package pin attempt 1 . . .2 . . . Breeze kicks out. Breeze is ticked off but Brooklyn doesn’t stop and gets him in an arm bar. Breeze tries to swing but misses and Brooklyn uses his momentum to further spin his arm around and Breeze is in agony all of a sudden. Brooklyn runs up the turnbuckle still holding the arm and flips off causing Breeze to flip and Breeze’s shoulder is injured and he slides out of the ring to recover.
TB: It is no wonder Brooklyn has run a wrestling school. He is obviously an expert in technical wrestling.
KK: Yeah remember Scott Sanders that kid would have been nothing without his tutelage.
Breeze is rotating his shoulder but acting like it’s no big deal and he gets back in the ring. Brooklyn goes for a tie up but Breeze reverses it getting an armbar of his own. He starts to yank on the arm and the crowd is booing loudly at him and he doesn’t understand why. He grabs Brooklyn by the head with his other hand and hits a suplex right on the arm. Brooklyn is back up a little woozy and Breeze grabs him and hooks both arms. The crowd starts to get riled up in anticipation for the Game Over but Brooklyn flips him back over.
TB: That could have been it I don’t think anyone has kicked out after the Game Over.
KK: I would kick out of it.
TB: You couldn’t kick out of a cardboard box.
Suddenly “Cicatriz ESP” hits and Grimjack is walking out with a mic to loud booing.
Grimjack: What? Why do you boo me? I just want to watch the match that features my LD brother Brooklyn.
Brooklyn looks a little annoyed that Grimjack is out here. Breeze gets up and is pissed. He hops out of the ring and goes after Grimjack and all of a sudden the fans are cheering on Breeze. They are starting to trade punches. Breeze blocks a punch and whips Grimjack into a guardrail. Breeze turns around to go back to the ring but Brooklyn is on the turnbuckle and leaps off hitting a plancha on Breeze to the outside.
TB: Breeze is a master of hardcore styles in addition to the technical!
Brooklyn is a little hurt too but he gets up and pulls Breeze up. Chants of “Brooklyn sucks” start as the fans think he is cheating since Grimjack came out. Brooklyn tries to ignore and tosses Breeze back into the ring. Breeze is slightly tired and rools toward the ropes and starts to pull himself up. Brooklyn grabs him an irish whips him into the ropes where Grimjack is standing on the apron. Breeze reverses it sending Brooklyn right into Grimjack and they hit each other’s heads. Brooklyn stumbles back dazed and Breeze hooks both arms and goes right into the Game Over and hits it. The fans are on their feet cheering as the ref counts 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!
KK: Wow that came out of nowhere. So Breeze picks up the pay per view win.
TB: Grimjack tried to help Brooklyn and it seems to have backfired.
Breeze walks out with his hands up and is actually getting cheered. Grimjack is helping Brooklyn up who seems pissed.
HWAtron goes on. LMS is once again interrupted before it can even start and we go backstage. Walking down the hallway already prepared for his match is Draven Masters himself. He seems well prepared prior to this match and seems to be heading to the ring for his match right at this moment. Walking down the long narrow hallway he stops at a vending machine. He puts in some money and grabs a bottle of water that has fell to the bottom of the machine. He smiles and takes a drink. Before he even knows it, a man dressed in all black with a black ski mask on grabs Masters by the back of the neck. Draven is ready to beat the crap out of the man until he feels the cool touch of a metal blade the slides easily across his neck.
Man: Move another inch and it will be your last senior Masters.
Masters: ……
The man pulls Draven Masters into a dark room. He throws him in and Draven almost falls but catches his balance. Draven stands tall, trying to intimidate his attacker who has a large blade in his hand. Draven's quick moves, and swift attacks may not be enough to get him out of this encounter. The only light in the room is the light that comes from the florescent bulbs in the hall, but even that is not enough to light the large room. When the attacker closes the door the light is nothing more then a small line that the light has penetrated through the cracks under the bottom, and through the sides of the door.
Man: Now you will see Masters…this is what happens when you mess with the Militia. Next time you think of messing with the Militia, just think of this moment, and if that’s not good enough, just wait till I’m finished with you.
TB: Get out of there Draven!
KK: Oh shut up Keith, the Militia is proving to the HWA that when you mess with one of them your messing with an army.
TB: Yeah, and I bet Ryan Maxem is the one in that room with Draven.
KK: You know that’s not the case Keith. The Militia has been doing everything by the book lately. Now why don’t you shut up and enjoy the show?
Loud noises come from the room, and the breaking of wood, and glass seem to echo in the room, but the echo is nothing more then the repeating of wood, and glass that Draven is being beat with. The noises are heard down the entire hall and soon one of the doors open and out step Ryan Maxem from what appears to be the Militia locker room. He peaks his head out the door. He looks both ways and the sounds of destruction are defiantly coming from the south end of the hallway. Ryan goes back into his room leaving the door open.
KK: Told you it wasn’t Maxem!
TB: Well I guess I was wrong then.
KK: Your always wrong.
Soon Maxem appears once again, this time Dylan is with him. The duo walks down the hall to where they hear all the commotion and they stop before the door.
Maxem: This must be the room.
Wolfe: Well what are we waiting for?
Maxem opens the door, and the room is pitch black. Ryan can only see what the light from the hallway allows him to see. Ryan looks down towards his feet to find a vase shattered in hundreds of pieces. Ryan looks over at Dylan and flips on the light switch. In the room there are glass shards scattered everywhere. Draven Masters body lay on the ground in the far side of the room. Draven is moving but obviously shaken. He has a slight cut on his right arm, and he looks as if he just got into some kind of fight.
Maxem: I wonder what ever happened here.
Ryan can do nothing but laugh at the fallen body of Masters.
Maxem: Poor Draven, I hope you’ll be able to participate in tonight’s LMS tournament. Ill get you some help Draven, you’ll be ready again in no time. Lets go Dylan.
KK: You see, Maxem is trying to help Draven.
TB: He’s probably the one who hired that man to assault Draven.
KK: Highly doubtful, Maxem is on his way to get help right this second.
Ryan and Dylan leave the room and they walk down the hall. Both men make their way back to their locker room and shut the door.
TB: I told you they weren’t getting help.
KK: They don’t wana walk to help, Maxem cant waste his energy on anything. Especially if it means helping Draven. Besides there’s a phone in the Militia locker room. I’m sure they are calling for help.
“Land of Hope and Glory” blasts the sound speakers like never before. The fans explode, with every one on their feet, cheering on the leader of the HWA. Ron Royalty walks out, draped in a black flag with the HWA3000 logo in the center. He raises a #1 finger up, and the fans go wild at this. He walks down the ramp with the moniker of a King. He walks slowly up each step. He makes it in the ring, at which point he hands the flag to a member of the crew. He looks to the entrance for Grimjack.
KK: This is going to be big! What a night!
TB: This has been one of the greatest Pay Per Views ever! What a night is right!
“Cicatrez ESP” by The Mars Volta hits. Grimjack walks slowly down to the ring, getting boos from the crowd, as any major heel should be getting. His dreadlocks are hanging back, out of his face, so he can lock eyes with Ron Royalty every step of the way. He slides under the bottom rope of the ring and stands up, never breaking eye contact with Royalty. He goes to a corner and starts stretching, getting ready to fight. Ron Royalty is already loose, and he cracks his neck one final time. The bell rings.
KK: Finally. These guys have been dancing around each other for ages. I hope Grimjack pummels Royalty.
TB: Ron Royalty is back in the form of the wrestler he once was. I doubt Grimjack, who has not been in shape as of late, can pull it off. However, with Grimjack, you are never sure.
KK: This is the greatest night of wrestling I have ever seen.
TB: I am going to agree with you, for once.
Royalty and Grimjack lock up. Grim knees Ron in the stomach and the match begins. He hits a DDT on Royalty.
KK: Nice form on that DDT, I always liked Grimjack.
TB: No small talk, call the match. Grimjack kicks Royalty in the side of the chest, and Royalty is already feeling pain. Grimjack picks Royalty up, and he wrenches his arm. Wow, that looks like it hurts.
KK: Good technique, I never knew Grim to be a technical wrestler.
Grimjack punches Ron in the same spot, over and over, on the side. Royalty suplexes Grim to the canvas awkwardly. Grimjack is pained, and it looks as though Ron Royalty is not going to be getting much help.
Grimjack is holding his shoulder, obviously falling on it weird. Royalty is the first to his feet, but already he is hurting, as he walks gingerly to avoid jostling his side.
TB: Both men hurting, this is turning into a good match.
KK: Hopefully, Grimjack can overcome this obvious cheap shot and win the match.
TB: So a suplex is cheating now?
KK: You better believe it.
Ron walks over to Grimjack and picks him up. He pulls up Grimjack’s shirt. He signals to the crowd, who cheer as he slaps Grimjack hard across the chest.
Royalty: WOOO!
Grimjack clutches his chest. Royalty grabs his arm, throws him to the ropes with an Irish whip, then goes for the clothesline.
KK: Whoa! Did you see that?!
TB: Ron Royalty’s arm was caught! Grimjack is back in the match!
However, it looks as though this was only temporary. Ron picks Grimjack up and throws him with a hip carry.
KK: Oh, I thought Grimjack was going to make it interesting again.
TB: You really are a weasel.
KK: Whatever, Keith.
Ron Royalty walks over to the turnbuckle and begins unlacing it. Stuffing comes out, and the laces and bag hang, exposing the steel corner.
KK: Cheating! Cheating!
TB: I guess anything goes.
Ron Royalty runs up to Grimjack and starts wailing on him. He grabs his arm and goes for another Irish whip, this time into the turnbuckle. Grimjack counters, and throws Ron into the corner.
TB: Oh my god! Ron Royalty was decimated!
Royalty is on the ground, panting for air. Grimjack is now in control. He picks him up, and throws him to the ropes. He holds onto his hand, runs with him, and then tosses him out of the ring.
KK: Royalty in a bad way, here!
TB: No doubt about that, Grimjack is ready to roll!
Grimjack climbs the turnbuckle, and squats on the top one. Ron Royalty starts to get up, first to his knees, then to his feet. Grimjack jumps off the top turnbuckle for a double axe handle.
TB: Here it comes!
Ron Royalty brings an elbow up and hits Grimjack square in the stomach. Grimjack grimaces in pain, and Royalty has regained full consciousness. Royalty puts Grimjack’s head between his legs, and picks him up and powerbombs him onto the Ugandan announce table.
KK: Wow, those guys look frustrated!
TB: It’s going to be tougher to call the match, when you’re part of it!
KK: Hang on, we have a Ugandan announce table?!
However, Grimjack did not break the table, and he is laid out on top of it. Ron runs to the apron, hops on top of it, and starts climbing the top of it.
TB: Here we go again!
KK: I can’t watch!
Ron Royalty jumps, hands and legs outstretched, to the man below. He lands a huge body splash on Grimjack, but he takes some damage too. It was a great move.
KK: Oh no!
TB: Royalty has taken control of this match! Both men have taken serious damage here!
KK: Royalty is taking him to the ring!
Royalty slides Grimjack in the ring. Royalty slides himself in, and goes for the cover.
KK: 1…2…NO! Grimjack still has some left in him!
Royalty picks up Grimjack. Grimjack is still quite unable to defend himself. Royalty tosses him to the ropes. He himself runs to the ropes opposite Grimjack’s, and they both go for huge clotheslines.
KK: Oh wow!!!
Grimjack and Ron Royalty both connect on their clotheslines. The momentum of the running brings both of their bodies parallel to the canvas for a second, before dropping them both on the ground.
TB: What a blow! Both men are sprawled out on the canvas!
Both men slowly get up. Ron Royalty rushes Grimjack with a clothesline but Grimjack ducks and Royalty hits Cunningham the ref on accident knocking him out. Royalty can’t believe it and Grimjack is laughing. Grimjack punches Royalty knocking him down. Suddenly though Tristan Wolfe is running down the ramp and the fans are going nuts.
TB: Tristan? What does he want?
Tristan grabs a chair and slides into the ring. Grimjack sees this and is ready. But Royalty is up behind him and grabs Grimjack from behind and the crowd is cheering for Tristan to hit Grimjack. He goes to hit Grimjack with Royalty holding him but Grimjack ducks and Royalty gets hit with the chair instead.
TB: Tristan hit Royalty! Doesn’t he realize that so much is on the line? Now Grimjack will own the HWA! No!!!
Tristan is looking totally surprised but it almost seems like an act. He slides out of the ring and the crowd is totally confused. Grimjack can’t pin Royalty as the ref is still out. But suddenly “Purple Haze” hits and some of the loudest booing in HWA history is heard as David Jackson is walking out.
TB: This match is already going to hell this is the last thing we need.
KK: With so much on the line you knew he would get involved.
Jackson: This is ridiculous. Can’t you guys have a clean match?
Boos. Grimjack is pissed and calls for a mic which is tossed to him by Erin Wallace the ring announcer.
Grimjack: Jackson if I were you I’d shut the hell up. Actually I’m glad you’re here because I have an announcement that Ron might be interested in as well.
Ron is getting up from the chair shot as well as Cunningham but they want to see what is going on.
Jackson: Do tell.
Grimjack: Hey Neil! Remember when you got kidnapped? Framed? For murder? And me and Conner saved you?
Ron looks confused.
TB: Well Ron says he isn’t Neil . . .
KK: Yeah sure end the charade!
Grimjack: Well I have evidence that Jackson was behind it! That’s right here hired the men to kidnap you! How do you like that? And you still allow him to work in the HWA?
The crowd is booing loud at Jackson for this. He looks shocked but the regains his composure.
Jackson: That’s right you fool! I did but I have a damn contract that—
Suddenly though out of nowhere a shot rings out from the rafters above the scaffolding. No one notices at first but Jackson is shot in the head and he collapses with blood everywhere!
TB: OH MY GOD JACKSON JUST GOT SHOT!
The entire arena is panicking.
TB: Folks this is not fake. This cannot be faked David Jackson of the HWA has been shot . . . we have to go to commercial.
Commercial Break . . . that last a half hour . . .
TB: Ok we are back. Police have cordoned off the area . . . Jackson is being rushed to hospital. A sniper was in the scaffolding . . . he got away. I don’t know what else to say . . .
Grimjack and Ron Royalty are standing in the ring waiting. Suddenly though the music of the Beatles, “Revolution number 9” hits and out comes . . . Neil?
TB: What is this? That is Neil . . . but he looks just like Ron Royalty? So they really are separate people!
KK: This is too weird first Jackson is killed now Neil is coming out?
The man who is Neil is getting cheered but mostly the crowd is confused. He is wearing a pinstriped suit. He gets in the ring and has a mic.
Neil: Hi let me introduce myself I am Neil Williams, owner of the HWA. Now let me first say the HWA will get to the bottom of the murder of David Jackson. But as for now we have decided the show will go on!
Loud cheers.
Neil: So this match will have to finish. Good luck brother Ron . .. that’s right! Ron Royalty is my younger brother, yes we look similar. Ha ha but no we are not the same person. And Grimjack . . . you have done a lot for the HWA but I will be damned if you gain control of it!
Louder cheers for this and Grimjack looks pissed.
Neil: So please Ronald . . . win this match for me! Now with out further ado . . . I bid you adieu!
Neil’s music hits and he turns and leaves walking back up the ramp to loud cheers.
TB: Wow what an honor Neil himself!
KK: Hmm Jackson is hit by a sniper who no one can find and Neil just happens to show up?
TB: What do you think Neil would—well we can debate this later the match is starting back up!
Grimjack and Neil are both tired and start to circle and are about to tie up when red strobe lights start flashing and the Titantron comes to life.
HWA prepare to be......JUDGED!!
"November Rain" hits the PA system and the HWA fans hit their feet knowing that music can mean only one thing. Red pyrotechnics explode from the entrance ramp and the man himself comes walking through the curtain. Judge stands on the ramp taking it all in as Grimjack and Royalty are both up in the ring watching the HWA Hall of Fame member to see what will happen next. Judge comes about half way down to the ring reaching into his trench coat and grabbing a microphone before stopping. The lights come back up as Judge prepares to speak.
Judge: I bet you never thought you'd be seeing me again?
Grimjack looks as if he's just seen a ghost.
Judge: But you see Grimjack when you turned your back on me, when you fired me a couple of months ago and joined David Jackson you didn't honestly think I was going to let that slide did you? The truth is I was just buying my time to make my return and get revenge on you. But when you brought back the Legacy Department I couldn't sit around and wait any longer. See Grimjack the Legacy Department used to be great. When I ran it. And ever since then you've been trying to recreate that glory with what? Jobbers who couldn't lace my boots. The last reincarnation was embarrassing enough but this, this has to stop. See I refuse to sit around any longer and watch you drive something I made great into the ground.
Grimjack is now visibly angry at Judge and starts towards the outside of the ring to get at Judge. Grimjack slides through the bottom rope but Judge is already on top of him. Grimjack tries to fight it but Judge is too strong for him. Judge whips Grimjack into the ring steps, then into the guard rail. Grimjack grabs his back in pain. Judge kicks him in the gut doubling him over. The crowd roars knowing what comes next. Judge sets him up....WRATH OF JUDGEMENT. Grimjack is out as Judge just rolls him back in the ring laughing. Ron Royalty looks down at Judge who leaves Grimjack a mess in the ring.
Ron Royalty goes for the pin, immediately. But Grimjack kicks out at the last possible second. He looks over at Ron, then at Judge and laughs! He charges at Ron, but Ron ducks down and to the left, he grabs the running Grimjack around his waist and pulls him to the ground. Grimjack lands with a hard ‘thud’.
With Grimjack now dazed, Ron looks to the nearest turnbuckle and a smile starts to form on his face.
TB: What the hell is Ron planning
KK: He’s no high-flyer, in fact I can’t even remember a time he went to the top rope!
But Ron drags Grimjack to the turnbuckle and starts to climb, pulling grimjack up by his dreadlocks. He stands on the second turnbuckle and gives a signal to the crowd.
TB: The CROWNING?!
KK: How…. In the Hell?!
Even Judge looks amazed as Ron Royalty hoists Grimjack over his shoulder and then takes two steps upwards onto the top rope.
TB: ROYALTY STANDING ON THE TOP ROPE WITH GRIMJACK ON HIS SHOULDER?! HOW THE HELL HAS HE NOT FALLEN OFF?!
KK: This is a classic Last Man Standing moment!
The camera spins around Ron and we see him standing atop the turnbuckle from every conceivable angle before Ron leaps off the top rope and throws Grimjack beneath him, and landing his elbow right into Grimjack’s face as the crowd start a HOLY SHIT! Chant.
TB: OH MY GOD!
KK: MY GOD!
TB: GRIMJACK HAS TO BE DEAD! Ron pulls himself together and barely, weakly, draps an arm across Grimjack’s prone form.
KK: !---- 2------3!!!!!!!
TB: ROYALTY WINS!!! ROYALTY WINS!!!!
He gets the 1…2…3. Ron stands up and looks to Judge. Judge just stares at him for a second, then turns and leaves.
“Land of Hope and Glory” hits, seemingly ages later, and Ron Royalty’s hand is lifted up. He is the winner.
TB: This match was incredible! Wow, what a finish!
KK: I can’t believe all this! Judge is back too!
TB: Let’s look at the highlights. They show a replay of Judge hitting the Wrath of Judgment on Grimjack. Grimjack jumping off the top rope, getting hit by Royalty in the stomach. Royalty jumping on Grimjack, crashing through the table. The double clothesline, knocking both men to the ground and then finally the final top-rope into hip toss come elbow drop.
TB: That was great. Normally I hate so much interference but that was a great way to end the match. Wow . . . so Grimjack is forced to leave the HWA? What a shame.
KK: I can’t imagine that he has grounds to stay after all that bullshit that happened. Anyway I have to say Judge is a suspect to have killed Jackson as well it is way too convenient that he happens to show up.
Commercial Break.
The camera cuts backstage and we see Draven Masters limping out of the room he was attacked in earlier. The cut on his face has quit bleeding and dried up blood has been left on the side of his face. He looks pissed as hell.
Draven: MAXEM....WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU RYAN!!!
Draven kicks open the door to The Militia dressing room but no Ryan Maxem. Dylan Wolfe is sitting there putting on his wrestling boots when he looks up to see Draven standing in the door way.
Dylan: Wow Masters what happened to you?
Draven not amused charges at Wolfe who doesn't have time to react before Draven takes his head off with a huge clothesline. Wolfe crashes back from his feet and bangs his head on the floor almost knocking him out cold. Draven straddles Wolfe grabbing him by the throat.
Draven: Where's Ryan Maxem?
Dylan: I don't know.
Dylan is screaming out for help but Draven has his throat cutting off the air so his screams barely come out, no where near loud enough for anybody to hear him.
Draven: Not good enough Wolfe.
Draven picks Dylan up and launches him across the room causing his back to go crashing into the wall. Draven runs over and straddles Dylan again wrapping his hands around his throat again.
Draven: Now let's try this again. Where is Ryan Maxem?
Dylan: He went out ok. He had to pay somebody off.
Draven: The guy who attacked me, who was it?
Dylan: I don't know, I didn't set it up.
Draven: Ryan did?
Dylan: I won't say anything else to you.
Draven: Oh but I think you will.
Draven picks Dylan up again and slams him hard to the floor. He then walks over and closes the door leaving himself with Dylan alone. Screams can be heard as Draven takes out his rage and anger on Dylan Wolfe.
KK: Draven Masters has been sent over the edge by The Militia. This could get really ugly before the end of the night.
Grimjack is seen walking down the hall backstage now. He is looking tired and beaten from his match. Erin Wallace runs up to him and gets a mic in his face.
Erin: Grimjack! Please thoughts on what just happened?
Grimjack: Well people you just witnissed the biggest bullshit to ever take place in HWA history! Judge is saying I ruined the Legacy Department so he has to come out and ruin my chance to win? He’s the one who ruined the LD by quitting it, if not for me it wouldn’t even be around so he can shut up!
Erin: So will you retire?
Grimjack: I will tell you one thing when I retire it will not be after a bullshit match like that. Tell me that was fair? Ron probably hired Judge to do that. I will find a way out of this because that was unfair.
Erin: Also any thoughts on who killed David Jackson?
Grimjack: Well as for that it could be anyone. I think you were at ringside so I guess that rules you out, after that we only know whereabouts of myself and Ron, Cunningham, Kincaid and Brown! Anyone in the HWA is a suspect and I will make it my job to find out who because even though Jackson was a douche who had Neil kidnapped he still didn’t deserve to die!
Erin: But before it happened you were saying he had Neil kidnapped, it seems like you had motive to . . .
Grimjack: What are you saying I hired a hitman? That’s just ridiculous!
Grimjack walks away pissed and Erin is just flabbergasted.
With Kamikaze already waiting in the ring Kevin Conner makes his way out onto the ramp. As he begins towards the ring Dan Sawyer comes up from behind and hits him with the belt.
KK: Well it looks like Sawyer's trying to get the lead early.
TB: Yeah, he doesn't want to lose his title.
Wasting no time, Sawyer runs to the ring and slides in. Kamikaze however is waiting for him and begins to stomp him. Sawyer makes his way back to his feet and the two begin exchanging blows. Kamikaze gains the upper hand and suplexes Sawyer hard. Outside of the ring, Conner staggers to his feet and heads towards the ring holding the back of his head. He gets up onto the apron and punches Kamikaze, then leaps over the ropes and hits Kamikaze with a body drop. Sawyer gets to his feet and begins exchanging blows with Conner. Kamikaze uses the turnbuckle to pull himself back to his feet.
TB: Kamikaze just took both men down!
KK: That was a massive blow.
Kamikaze begins stomping Sawyer as Conner gets to his feet. He runs against the ropes and dropkicks Kamikaze, sending Kamikaze through the ropes.
TB: Conner's not going out without a fight.
KK: Everyone in this match wants this title.
Conner hops up onto the top turnbuckle and goes to set Kamikaze up, but notcies Sawyer getting to his feet and dropkicks Sawyer. Conner picks Sawyer up and tosses him against the ropes. Sawyer grabs the ropes to stop himself, but Kamikaze grabs his feet. Conner runs at Sawyer, who bends forward and tosses Conner up and over the ropes. Conner lands on Kamikaze sending them both down hard onto the mat.
KK: That was a great reversal by Sawyer.
Conner and Kamikaze both make there way to there feet and into the ring. Still a little dazed Sawyer capitilizes and begins pounding away at both of them. Kamikaze staggers against the turnbuckles. Sawyer goes to whip Conner against the ropes, but COnner reverses it. Sawyer and Conner both collide with a double neckbreaker.
KK: Conner and Sawyer are down and Kamikaze's still out of his senses.
TB: These men are pushing themselves for this title.
Sawyer shoves Conner and Conner shoves Sawyer and they start brawling all over the ring, until Sawyer falls over Kamikaze and then so does Conner. Conner lands on top though and keeps landing the punches in Sawyer’s face. By this time Kamikaze is up and he’s on the top turnbuckle and jumps off hitting a 450 splash on both the other competitors. He goes for the cover on Conner.
1… 2… Sawyer interrupts to break the count.
Sawyer then low blows Kamikaze behind the referee’s back and then covers Conner himself but Conner kicks straight out and launches a fresh barrage of punches and kicks at Sawyer. Kamikaze sneaks up behind them and bashes their heads together. Both men reeling, Kamikaze takes them down with a double Rock Bottom. He then bounces off the rope and hits a double baseball slide. One foot connecting with each of their heads. This send the out of the ring altogether.
TB: This one is heading out of the ring and fast!
Kamikaze beats down Conner some more and throws Sawyer back into the ring. There he hits a rolling thunder on him before setting him up for the pin.
1… 2… kick out by sawyer.
TB: Kick out but barely!
Conner re-enters and heads to the top rope.
TB: He’s gotta be preparing for the……
KK: ONE OF A KIND!!!!!!
Conner flies through the air and takes down Kamikaze, as well as landing on Sawyer. The referee sees this and counts….
1… 2… 3….!!
KK: Conner did it by God! Conner is the NEW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! What match.
TB: That really was a great International title match!
TB: Well so far LMS has been a show none of us anticipated. But the show is only about to get better.
KK: Yes, with the tag team title match coming up soon, and with the final round of LMS things can only get more exciting for HWA fans everywhere.
TB: That’s right Keith, who knows what will happen next.
Suddenly Circles, by Incubus blares on the p.a. system, and the fans bust out to a frenzy. The fans don’t know whether they should cheer or boo, and there seems to be some commotion in the crowd. There have even been rumors of small fights over the matter. As Ryan Maxem walks out to his music Dylan Wolfe, Apollo, and Brian Knox follow.
TB: The entire Militia is here. Things couldn’t get any better.
KK: Bring out the entire Legacy Department and I guarantee things will get better.
TB: You mean the retirement center.
KK: I didn’t know you favored rookies like Kamikaze.
TB: The kids got potential.
As the Militia make their way out to the ring fans are still going crazy. Camera flash is everywhere and its almost blinding. Maxem walks over the top rope, and Dylan, Brian, and Apollo slide in. Maxem is tossed a mic, and the booing and cheering comes to silence.
KK: You could here a pin drop right now.
TB: If you don’t shut up everyone’s going to watch Maxem and the Militia drop you.
Maxem: Now it seems to me, that the Legacy Department thinks that they are special. Better then everyone in any way. By using people like Mental Mark, and Brian Carter to do their dirty work. Grimjack you think I don’t see what your doing, but I know your every move. You and I both know, the only way you even got your stupid little Legacy Department started is because you lied to them about everything. You said the Militia was using them, and you used that against use to get them on your side. Well congratulations Grimjack. It worked, finally one of your pathetically failed ideas worked, but not quite. By dropping two of your members, and gaining one you figure you still keep the sides even. Well then Grimjack let me introduce to you the newest member of our little family. If everyone will please welcome this new superstar to the Militia.
Maxem points to the top of the stage. All eyes focused on the stage and the people are just dying to see who the newest addition to the already dominant group is. New Locks, by D Lock hits on the p.a. system and the fans are stunned. Kamikaze comes out to a serious of cheers. Making his way down the ramp Kamikaze seems pleased he can now associate himself with the likes of people like Ryan Maxem, and Dylan Wolfe. Two very worthy competitors in the HWA.
TB: I had never expected the Militia to introduce a rookie.
KK: He may be a rookie, but he has been making a mockery of the Legacy Department with his slick comments, and new names.
TB: Yeah, who cares about the Retirement Center anyways. Speaking of retirement when is Sawyer gona leave?
KK: Who knows?
Kamikaze slides into the ring, and Ryan, Dylan, Apollo, and Brian greet him as he shakes hands with the whole crew. Maxem puts the mic back up to his mouth and it seems he has a bit more to say.
Maxem: You see Grimjack, I’m going to show you exactly where you screwed up. By taking Mark, and Carter and giving them the boot you lost two very dedicated members. That my friend was a fatal mistake. You see…
Maxem is cut off as the Legacy Departments music hits and out comes Grimjack. Grimjack begins making his way to the ring with mic already in hand. He stops before the ring with the Militia members just daring him to join them in the ring. Grimjack stops in his tracks not about to fall into one of the Militias traps.
Grimjack: Do you think I’m stupid Maxem?
Maxem: Do you really want me to answer that Grim?
Grimjack: Maxem I practically own this whole place. I’m in charge of what goes on, and I’m the one who gives the final say.
Maxem: From what I remember, you might not even matter to this company after tonight. Don’t forget you and Ron Royalty have some unfinished business you have to take care of in this very ring tonight.
The crowd pops at this, and Grimjack is furious.
Grimjack: Maxem you have made a fool of me one too many times, boys get out here!
Legacy Departments music hits once again, and the crowd awaits Brooklyn and Sawyer. Grimjack looks up the ramp and notices nobody is coming down to the ring.
Grimjack: Boys!
Grimjack defiantly frustrated that none of the members of the Legacy Department are coming out. Maxem puts the mic back up to his mouth.
Maxem: Grimjack, did you really think I didn’t think about this ahead of time? Remember when you said you didn’t want to fall into one of the Militias traps? Lets just see why your little friends aren’t coming down to help you.
The projection screen shows the backstage locker room area. The camera is showing the entire hall and nothing worth wild seems to be going on. Soon the camera turns around slowly showing the other way down the hall. A man in a black mask is seen with a steel chair and a crowbar and he seems to be keeping the Legacy Department all locked up in their locker room. Grimjack is in shock. Grimjack looks over to Maxem who is smiling. Grimjack begins backing up the ramp very slowly trying to avoid any Militia contact, as he knows it would be the end of the road for him. Suddenly Legacy Department music hits and Grimjack is surprised. He turns around and looks to the top of the ramp to find none other then Mental Mark standing behind him. He waves to Grimjack who is slightly relieved. Grimjack stops halfway up the ramp and Mark meets him. The two make their way back down the ramp, and Grimjack looks happier then ever.
Grimjack: You see Maxem, these guys knew it was nothing personal. Right guys?
Mark looks at the camera before nodding his head yes. Maxem is disappointed, and the two step into the ring. The Militia backs away from the ropes allowing them in. Grimjack starts to get cocky now that he has some help. He steps ahead of Mark and points at Maxem.
Grimjack: Don’t you remember last week when I locked on the Six Second Magic on your pathetic ass? Now you think that just because you got some shitty new rookie on your team you actually think your that much better then the Legacy Department?
Maxem is about to step forward and start beating the hell out of Grimjack but Dylan pulls him back, and takes the mic from Ryan. He steps forward, and puts the mic to his mouth.
D. Wolfe: You have a big mouth Grimjack, and somebody seriously needs to shut it!
Huge pop from the crowd for this, and Dylan just smiles.
Grimjack: I guarantee my Legacy Department would easily destroy your pathetic Militia!
Some music that people recognize but they cant seem to remember hits on the p.a. and none other then Chase Dominek in on the stage.
TB: I wonder why he’s out here. Surly he has no problem with the Militia or the LD. I wonder what he wants.
KK: It doesn’t matter what he’s out here for…he’s Chase Dominek have some respect.
TB: Shut the hell up before I pimp slap you Keith.
KK: Before you’re a pimp you need hoes.
TB: I’m pimping your mother, now shut your face and listen to Chase…hey that rhymed!
Chase makes his way down to the ring, and the crowd is going crazy. Chase slides into the ring and stands next to Grimjack. He asks for the mic, and Grimjack gives it to him. Chase looks over to Dylan who stands before him.
Dominek: Well it looks to me like the sides are a bit uneven still.
Mark is still sitting back ready to pounce on the Militia at any second.
Dominek: You know Grimjack I know we have had our problems in the past, but these Militia goons are seriously getting on my nerves!
Wolfe: I don’t know who you think you are, but you need to get beat down.
Dylan and Chase get in each other’s faces and Grimjack is loving every second of it. Suddenly Maxem steps forward and stands over both Chase and Dylan. Suddenly Grimjack steps in and tries to look up at Maxem. Mental Mark, Apollo, and Brian Knox surround them all.
KK: Things are about to get ugly!
TB: Not nearly as ugly as you. Do you ever shut up?
KK: ….
Suddenly out of nowhere everyone in the ring backs away from each other. They all step back and only Grimjack is in the middle of the ring. In no time at all you see Dominek, Maxem, Wolfe, Kamikaze, Carter, Mark, Apollo, and Brian Knox all surrounding Grimjack.
TB: Grimjack looks like he’s about to have a heart attack!
KK: Either that or he will drop from lung cancer.
TB: Grimjack has lung cancer?
KK: I don’t know…probably since he smoke marijuana every day.
TB: All I have to say is…wow.
Maxem takes the mic from Dylan and puts it up to his mouth.
Maxem: This is what I promised you boys. Mark… he’s all yours.
Mark gets an evil, and twisted look on his face and he begins beating on Grimjack like never before. Maxem backs away with the biggest smile on his face. After long minutes of beating on Grimjack, Mark holds Grimjack up. Maxem looks at Grimjack before spitting on his shoes.
Maxem: Your pathetic. Remember when you said you weren’t going to fall into any of the Militia’s tricks? Well you already did pal, and there’s nobody out back willing to save you now. Well…nobody that can save you anyways.
Ryan and Dylan cant help but laugh, and Chase Dominek is back away in his own little corner. Soon he steps forward and walks over to Maxem. Maxem and Dylan both stop laughing, and get serious while everyone else continues the beating on Grimjack.
KK: I wonder if Maxem, and Dominek have some unfinished business.
TB: Are you kidding, he just helped the Militia, he might as well be in the Militia.
KK: Trent you’re a moron.
Everyone stops beating on Grimjack, and they kick him out of the ring. Mark and Carter get out and continue beating on him while the Militia and Dominek stand in the ring. Maxem puts the mic up to his mouth.
Maxem: Your welcome Chase.
The crowd is confused.
Maxem: Your damn right your welcome to join the Militia right now!
The crowd is going insane!
TB: CHASE DOMINEK JUST JOINED THE MILITIA!
KK: I never seen that coming.
The crowd is still going crazy and the Militia is bigger and better then ever.
TB: What a way to introduce Chase Dominek to the Militia.
KK: I wonder if they had this planned.
TB: Of course they did, Ryan Maxem is a genius.
Maxem: You has seen the new age of the Militia. We are bigger, better, and stronger then ever before and nobody will be able to stop what’s soon to come.
TB: He’s right Keith, I mean who can stop a group with big names like Ryan Maxem, Dylan Wolfe, Fudge, Chase Dominek…
KK: Don’t forget their other new guy Kamikaze.
TB: I was getting to him.
Maxem: We are an unstoppable force, and we will prove to the HWA that any one person, or any group that tries to step up to the Militia will be buried in the competition. There’s nothing any of you can do because tonight is the Militia’s night. Tonight you will see why we branded LMS, Last Militiaman Standing!
TB: And the night isn’t even over yet, with so much more to see this is defiantly a night that will go down in history!
KK: All I have to say is I never saw this coming.
TB: You said that already…and I still cant believe what I just witnessed! The Militia is truly a force to be reckoned with in the HWA.
The Militia walks up the ramp and back to their locker room with the fans cheering louder then ever.
TB: Ryan Maxem has defiantly organized one of the toughest stables the HWA has ever seen. Its so crazy in the arena right now, but we must move on. LMS in not over yet, and its only going to get crazier!
TB: Well these two seem to have some heat with each other.
KK: Let's see if Mr. Garcia can truly "Beat" the whole Militia.
Mr. Garcia's theme music hits as there is a mixed reaction with boos and cheers. Mr. G comes out of the black HWA curtains and starts walking down the ramp. He leaves a distinct smile as he slides into the ring awaiting Dylan.
KK: Hmm, Mr. Garcia seems like he is either confident or has something up his sleeve.
TB: Well isn't he related to Eddie Guerrero? Lie, Cheat, Steal?
The lights are dimmed, but not turned off. Mist becomes the platform floor, and the projection screen goes dark. A small dot is seen moving in the middle of the screen, getting larger. As it gets larger, it is a wolf, running at the screen. The wolf gets closer and closer, running with a fiery passion. As it is about to run into the screen, its mouth opens wide, and it consumes the screen. "Reconnect" by Sevendust busts out onto the speakers. Dylan Wolfe, in all his glory, appears from backstage. He wears his NEW ring attire, pants with a design on them, no shirt so you can see tone muscle and scars, cleanly shaven and nice hair. He also has a body length leather jacket, and sunglasses. Loud boo's can be heard knowing that Wolfe is truly hated. He ignores the boos and walks down the ramp as Mr. Garcia stares at him and Dylan doesn't even pay attention to him. Dylan slides in the ring as he walks around the ring taunting Mr. Garcia. Dylan takes off his shades and hands them to the ref, he takes off his leather jacket as well as his music slowly fades away.
TB: We all can tell that this rivalry is just beginning.
KK: Mr. Garcia is a rookie trying to take down a truly powerful group like the Militia.
The bell rings as Dylan and Mr. Garcia walk towards each other. Dylan raises his hand up for Mr. Garcia to raise his hand up. Mr. Garcia raises his hand up and Dylan kicks Garcia in the mid-section as he Irish Whips him and delivers a hard clothesline.
KK: Mr. Garcia fell for such a rookie move.
TB: I have a feeling Mr. Garcia will be making a lot of mistakes.
Loud boos can be heard. Dylan ignores the boos as he picks up Garcia and Garcia grabs Dylan's tights and goes for a quick roll up. 1,2,…..KICK OUT!
TB: Garcia, trying to end this match fast.
KK: It takes more than that to take out Wolfe.
Garcia gets up as well as Dylan. Garcia starts giving Dylan chops straight to the chest. Garcia Irish Whips Dylan as Garcia runs to clothesline Dylan. Dylan ducks and they both run to the ropes again and Garcia does a somersault and delivers a vicious clothesline!
KK: I haven't seen that move in the HWA before…
TB: Garcia seems to have some momentum coming on with the fans.
Garcia taunts to the fans. Garcia picks Dylan up as Garcia picks Dylan up for a Power Bomb. Dylan starts punching Garcia in which Garcia falls straight to the mat.
TB: Nothing seemed to work there.
KK: Garcia needs to stop trying to do these risky moves.
Dylan starts stomping on Garcia till Garcia reaches the ropes and the referee breaks Wolfe off of Garcia. Garcia gets up after the vicious stomps and runs toward Wolfe only to receive a huge boot to face. Dylan spits at Garcia and gets out of the ring as he seems to just be walking up the ramp. TvB: Why doesn't Wolfe pin Garcia?!
KK: Why don't you go up to him and ask him?
Dylan walks up the ramp as Garcia is seeing what happens. Garcia looks extremely pissed as Garcia gets out of the ring chasing Dylan. Garcia knocks Dylan out by clotheslining him from the back. Garcia picks Dylan up by the hair and starts walking up the ramp.
TB: What does Garcia have up his sleeve…
KK: He is probably going to try and feed him a taco?
Garcia punches Dylan at the top of the ramp, over and over. Dylan is starting to lose his footing.
TB: The Xtreme Champion may be headed to the cement floor below!
KK: Oh, no!
Garcia hits one last punch, and Dylan wavers and falls. He grabs the edge of the stage, but Garcia does not notice.
KK: Wow, what a save!
TB: And Garcia doesn’t have a clue!
Garcia turns around and goes to the crowd, taunting the entire arena. The fans are loving it. However, a small group of about one hundred fans, directly 15 feet from the stage, are booing Garcia. On the other side of the ramp, they didn’t notice Dylan was still there.
KK: What happens next?
TB: Dylan gets Garcia, probably.
And sure enough, Dylan Wolfe stands up, and punches Garcia in the back of the head. Garcia isn’t phased, but turns around. Dylan punches him in the gut. He follows with a shot to the side of the face. Garcia is feeling the effects now, the punches are heavy and hit him in all the right places.
KK: The Drunken Irish Fists of Fury! Yes, yes!
TB: Dylan Wolfe with his signature punching combo! Mr. Garcia is wasted!
So he is. Garcia blinks once, then falls down the entire fifteen feet to a table below. Oddly placed, but beneficial all the same. Dylan points to the crowd, who are on their feet in ovation. He slides off, holding onto the side, then drops 9 more feet to the floor, landing nicely. He picks Mr. Garcia up off the floor and points to his group of fans. They start cheering, but are nearly drowned out by the boos of the arena.
TB: Unbelievable!
KK: Unthinkable!
Dylan Wolfe sets up Garcia, with some difficulty, and hits the Punishment Wolfe. Garcia is laid out on the concrete, obviously knocked out.
TB: I can’t believe I just saw that happen!
KK: That was sick! Awesome!!!
Dylan goes for the cover. Cunningham sprints to where they are and counts 1…2…3.
KK: Yes! Dylan Wolfe retains the Xtreme Championship!
TB: Wait a second here comes Breeze!
KK: What does THAT guy want?
TB: He’s got into the ring….
Breeze walks slowly over to Dylan Wolfe’s prone body, lying on the mat. He circles him a couple times and then stops as if caught in thought. He then extends an arm and offers a hand to Dylan.
TB: What’s this all about?
KK: Beats me.
Breeze helps Dylan to his feet and the two men lock eyes. Breeze extends the arm once more, as if asking Dylan to shake hands. Dylan looks to the crowd as if asking for their approval but in that time, Breeze grabs Dylan and places him into the Game Over. Dylan hits the floor once more and Breeze spits on his once more prone form.
TB: What in the hell?
KK: This crowd has descended into a stunned silence….
Commercial Break.
Mr. Garcia is walking in a back hallway, after his match with Dylan Wolfe.
KK: Oh, I've had enough of this stumbling idiot, take the camera off of him.
TB: Why have him on now? His part in this Pay Per View is over. Oh well, let's keep watching.
Garcia is carrying a baseball bat, looking murderous.
Garcia: Those Militia bastards are going to feel the pain of Garcia. They messed with the wrong Mexicano.
Garcia stops right in his tracks, staring past the camera. Dylan Wolfe stands there, kind being held up by Ryan Maxem and Fudge. Garcia pulls the baseball bat up, flexing it menacingly.
Wolfe: You should know, Garcia. You do not fuck with the Militia. I don't care who you are. You mess with the Militia, and we mess you up.
Dylan walks over to the wall and flips a switch.
Wolfe: Now feel the pain that you wanted to bestow upon me, maricon.
Garcia: Oh!
Garcia is hit with a chair by the sound of it. There is a lot of kicking and punching, the packing sounds of skin on skin above all. After about thirty seconds, the lights come on. Garcia is on the ground, in a fetal position, in his own blood. His face is nearly covered in blood.
Dylan kneels down next to Garcia. He grabs him by the hair and pulls his face up to him.
Dylan: You know, I don't like you. I equally don’t like that James Breeze. I am challenging you two to a match on next week's SNS. The match I am proposing is Garcia and Breeze v Myself and my good friend Ryan Maxem. No other match. The reason I do this, is because you have been dissing us more than anyone else and Breeze, well Breeze is just a fucker of mothers. Take it or leave it, I'll be expecting your answer during the week. Later, Papi.
Dylan barely stands up. He starts to walk away. Fudge follows him, but Ryan doesn't. Maxem spits on Mr. Garcia's face. He smiles, then follows the other two.
KK: We’re back at Last Man Standing, and can you believe the events that have unfolded tonight, Trent?
TB: No sir, I cannot. But the second to last match is soon! Syren and Tristan Wolfe will try and regain their titles against the incumbents Hughson and Conner!
KK: I’m not a big fan of either of these teams. I think the Militia should get a crack at the championships.
TB: Very well may happen, especially if the challengers win tonight, Dylan and Tristan are not exactly friends.
KK: Here we go! “
The Enemy” by Sevendust breaks out on the P.A. Tristan Wolfe arrives on stage, alone.
TB: That’s odd, I thought they were still together.
KK: Maybe, maybe not. Who cares?
Tristan looks a bit weaker then normal, but that comes with trouble with women. He slides into the ring, and goes to a corner, not caring about what is next.
“Numb” by Linkin Park blasts on the speakers. The fans, who have been dormant during Tristan’s entrance, are now on their feet, freaking out for their champion. Syren enters the stage, carrying the World Championship belt. She walks down the ramp and hands the belt to an announcer before getting in the ring. She hops into the ring, and goes to talk with Tristan. He is sort of avoiding her, but still in the conversation. Before they can work out the match, the next song hits.
“King of My World” by Saliva busts out on the sound system. Kevin Conner and Tarmen Hughson jog out, pumping up the crowd. They carry their belts, and are bent on keeping them. All the contestants are in the ring, and the match is about to start.
KK: The Tag Championships don’t look like a good match, I’m not a fan of either of these teams.
TB: Are you kidding? Tristan and Syren are great challengers for the KFC and Hughson!
KK: Haha, you liked that Kamikaze crack on Conner too, eh?
TB: I think it adds wind to Conner’s sails.
Syren and Tristan argue over who is in first. Syren secedes, and leaves the ring. Tristan looks at Kevin Conner, who is ready for a fight. The two lock up in center ring, and we are under way.
Cunningham signals the start, and the bell rings. Tristan slaps Conner across the face, and Conner ducks away, clutching his jaw for a moment. He comes back and punches Tristan in the jaw, who also is temporarily shot. Tristan goes for another slap, but Conner ducks and hits a German Suplex.
KK: Whoa! What a move!
TB: Improvements from Kevin Conner, who is the target of many critics these days. Nobody thinks that KC has any juice left, but he is owning Tristan Wolfe in the ring, and Tristan Wolfe is the #1 Contender!
KK: Speaking of Tristan, I sense a mean streak coming on. DDT from Conner.
TB: You are just starting to like him, idiot. You only like someone if they are a heel.
Conner is truly doing a great job on Tristan. He nails Tristan’s head to the canvas with his second DDT of the night. Conner sits on the canvas, clapping. He gets riled up, and stands to face Tristan. He expected Tristan to be awake, but Tristan is not even near getting up.
TB: Is it just me, or is Tristan lagging out there?
KK: Yeah, probably. This idiot is looking stellar, which only means Tristan is wrestling poorly.
TB: Maybe the Guinness is coming back to haunt Tristan Wolfe.
Conner grabs Tristan by the hair and takes him to his corner. He flings Tristan into it, and makes the tag, kicking Tristan in the gut.
TB: And here we see Hughson for the first time. Tarmen Hughson has become a crowd favorite in the past weeks, and was nearly the Xtreme Champion, only Dylan Wolfe came out on top.
KK: Dylan Wolfe is the Xtreme Champion, Tarmen was not going to win.
TB: I don’t know about that, but I agree that Dylan Wolfe has come into his own as a main event wrestler of the HWA.
Conner holds Tristan’s arms over the ropes, and Hughson takes a bunch of swings at him. Tristan is feeling the power of the tag champions.
KK: I don’t know if Tristan has got it left in him!
TB: Don’t count out Tristan Wolfe, he’ll help when the time comes.
Syren is begging for a tag in the corner. Hughson and Conner have been alternating spots, keeping Wolfe at bay, in their corner. Hughson whips Tristan to the ropes, running into the opposite ones himself. Tristan comes back and blows out Hughson with a gigantic clothesline, although the damage has been done, and Tristan is nearly out.
TB: Whoa! Tristan Wolfe may have saved the match there!
KK: Wolfe is trying to get up.
Tristan is inching his way to his corner, weak pull with his elbow over and over. Tarmen gets on his knees, and sees. He can’t do anything, and Tristan tags in Syren. The fans go hysterical.
TB: Here we go!
KK: Champ in the ring! Champ in the ring!
Syren runs quickly and hits a bulldog on Tarmen before he can make the tag. Conner doesn’t care, and he climbs the top rope to hit Syren. Tristan comes out of nowhere and dives on the rope, causing Conner to fall onto his junk.
KK: No more children for you!
TB: I don’t know about that, but the family jewels are going to need polishing.
KK: That sounded like a line from a bad porno.
TB: Whatever.
Tristan rolls out of the ring and onto the floor, leaving Syren alone. Syren sets up Tarmen and whips him to the ropes. She hits her signature Lasso Spinning Kick to Hughson’s face. Conner attacks her, but is caught with a huge Lasso to the chest. He clutches his chest and rolls out of the ring.
TB: Lassoes galore!
Syren hits yet another Lasso on Tarmen. He falls to the ground, but is up quicker than the last time. Syren goes to hit him, but he punches her squarely in the stomach.
TB: Oh, man! She took a shot!
Syren is bent over in pain. Tarmen stands up and boots her in the face. Tristan is nowhere to be seen as Syren falls back onto the canvas. Conner climbs the top rope.
KK: KFC going for the money shot!
TB: His finisher, One of a Kind!
Conner jumps off the top rope with a high altitude. Syren does not see, as she clutches her damaged face. Conner hits the One of a Kind on Syren. He stands up, as he isn’t the legal man, and watches Tarmen Hughson go for the pin.
KK: I don’t believe this!
TB: Syren left high and dry by her tag team partner, who nurses his own wounds outside the ring.
Tristan notices and rushes the ring.
1….
Syren fights the count, but the weight of Tarmen is too much for her weakened self.
KK: 1!
TB: Tristan storms the ring!
2….
KK: 2!
Syren tries to kick her legs up, but Tarmen is still too much.
TB: Tristan can make the save!
Tristan runs for the save. Kevin Conner boots him in the stomach hard.
3!
KK: It’s over!
TB: It’s all over!
Kevin Conner ignores the end and hits the Celtic Cutter on Tristan Wolfe.
KK: Celtic Cutter on Tristan Wolfe!
TB: He did Tristan’s move! And it was on Tristan!
“King of My World” by Saliva hits the sound system. Kevin Conner is in Tristan’s face, but Tristan does not hear a word that is being shouted to him, as he is nearly unconscious from the blow of his own finisher.
TB: Kevin Conner and Tarmen Hughson retain the Tag Team Championships!
Syren rolls over, still in pain from the kick to the face that Tarmen gave her. As they grab their belts from Wallace Cunningham’s hands, they walk over to Syren. Conner gets out of the ring. Tarmen Hughson leans over and taps Syren on the ass with his hand.
KK: Come on, we don’t need to see that crap! Get out of here!
TB: Please do!
Tarmen Hughson steps out of the ring and drops to the arena floor. He walks up the ramp, tag belt in hand, and Kevin Conner next to him. He turns around to look at Syren. Tarmen blows a kiss to Syren, who looks up from the canvas in disgust. Tristan is still laid out in the ring. Tarmen turns around, but instead of seeing a curtain, all he sees is a steel chair. Dylan Wolfe lays out Tarmen.
KK: Wolfe is here!
TB: Dylan Wolfe hits Tarmen! Wait, on Syren’s behalf?
KK: Weird.
Dylan hits Conner in the head with his chair as well, so he can leave without incident.
KK: No, he probably wants the champs to know that he and Maxem are out for those belts - right?
TB: I’m not sure, but stay tuned. Jesus what a tag match
Commercial Break.
KK: Well we are finally there it is time for the Last Man Standing matches.
KK: Now Masters got attacked earlier by Militia men, will he be ready?
TB: Well he seemed ok beating the shit out of Dylan so I think so.
The Pyro's explode in a deafening blast, up above the screen comes to life flashing the words... "If you don't think I'm an asshole...then I'm not doing my job!"
Draven Masters appears on the ramp cracking his knuckles, Zodiac is with him, he makes his way down to the ring with a smirk on his face as the crowd cheers...
"Jump, jump, jump, freeze
Jump, jump, jump, freeze
Jump, jump, jump, freeze
Jump, jump, Give me room to breathe!"
Sliding into the ring Draven pops up looking out at the crowd all smiles as if the world is an inside joke and only he knows the punchline.
TB: I’m getting goosebumps look at Masters he looks like it’s time to fight to the death.
KK: Yeah seriously this is like two warriors from the times of the gladiators.
”Circles” by Incubus hits and Maxem is walking out as the booing reigns down but also a few cheers as the rebellious kids like the Militia these days. He gets in the ring never taking his eyes of Masters. He cracks his knuckles. They meet in the center of the ring and Cunningham is telling them the rules as Erin Wallace is announcing.
TB: Well folks here we are the actual final four has begun.
The bell rings and the arena at ARCO is so loud you can’t hear anything even if you were close to your friend you couldn’t hear him talk. But then it gets even more loud if that’s possible as Masters and Maxem lock up for the first time. They battle for leverage and Maxem being slightly bigger gets the upperhand and gets Masters in a headlock. Masters tries to counter with a backdrop but Maxem is too heavy and he falls off Master’s shoulders. He grabs Masters by the head and throws him hard into the turnbuckle. Maxem not giving Masters any chance to recover charges but Masters hits a big boot. Maxem is stunned and Masters comes right back taking him down with a clothesline.
TB: What force! Yeah, these guys came to fight.
Maxem is back up up but Masters grabs him and irish whips him into the turnbuckle. He follows it up and starts the mounted punches which the crowd counts with him all the way to 10. After this Maxem grabs Masters legs before he gets off and drops him neck first on the turnbuckle.
KK: What was he playing possum? Those weak punches must mean nothing to Maxem.
Masters is holding his neck in pain and Maxem grabs him from behind. Masters then hits a surprise elbow to the nose and opens up a bloody nose on Maxem. Maxem is taken by surprise and falls against the ropes and the crowd loves it. Maxem sees blood on his hand from his nose and is pissed. Masters charges and clotheslines and they both fall out of the ring.
TB: This match is getting brutal these guys are possibly the biggest enemies in the HWA!
They are outside the ring and both slowly get up as the crowd cheers them on. They start trading punches. Maxem getting pissed bullrushes Masters making him hit his back in the ring apron hurting himself. Maxem starts ramming Master’s head into the apron with force then Masters stops it and rams Maxem’s head into the apron. Then he tosses Maxem back into the ring. Masters slides in. Maxem gets up but Masters immediately spears him down and goes into the mounted punches. Maxem looks weary and Masters makes a cover 1. . . 2 . . . Maxem kicks out.
TB: There was the first pin attempt of this match and it was close.
Masters pulls Maxem to his feet and looks pissed. He whips Maxem into the ropes and hits a big boot when he comes back. Masters makes another cover 1 . . . 2 . . . Maxem kicks out again.
KK: Does Masters really think Maxem can be pinned so easily?
Maxem is getting up real slow now. Masters bounces off the ropes going for a running big boot but Maxem ducks it, gets Masters on his shoulders and hits a samoan drop. Both men are down tired and the fans are chanting Masters name.
TB: Now I would expect someone to run down and interfere but it looks like Maxem doesn’t want Militia help, he wants to win clean and I am guessing the same goes for Masters. Zodiac doesn’t look like she will interfere.
Both men are getting up and both are tired they tie up with each other but it looks more like they are using each other for support to stay standing.
KK: This is like a boxing match reaching to the 12th round.
Masters starts to blatantly choke Maxem. Cunningham the ref tells him to cut it out. Maxem suddenly kicks Masters in the groin as if he isn’t above cheating if Masters isn’t. Maxem tries to set Masters up for the Technical Difficulties but Masters reverses it and gets Maxem in a crucifix rollup pin . . . . 1 . . . 2 . . . Maxem kicks out. Masters looks pissed at missing the chance and is slow to get up showing the low blow took its toll. Masters pulls Maxem up and grabs him by the neck signaling for the arm breaking chokeslam. He lifts him up but hasn’t the strength and it takes the breath away from the crowd as Maxem lands on his feet and hits a DDT on Masters. Maxem covers Masters 1 . . . 2 . . . Masters kicks out.
TB: This is getting ridiculous my heart almost stopped right there.
Both men slowly get up. The crowd is getting loud again like at the start of the match and Masters and Maxem start trading viscious blows and blood is flying off of them due to the hits. Maxem almost gets knocked off his feet, regains himself and hits a crushing blow on Masters that a lesser man’s head would have been knocked off.
TB: How can they keep this up? The winner will have nothing left to go to the final!
KK: This is all about pride at this point I don’t think they care so much about LMS as destroying each other.
Both men are out on their feet and seemingly don’t have the energy to raise their arms for any more punches. Masters somehow uses his last piece of energy and takes Maxem down with a massive clothesline and he falls too. Masters gets one arm over Maxem’s chest 1 . . . 2 . . . Maxem kicks out!
TB: . . . How is it possible? They are running on pure adrenaline.
Masters looks like he was just told he had cancer. He thought he had it won. He rolls to the ropes and tries to use the ropes to get up. Maxem slowly gets up doing the same on the other side. They both pull each other up and turn around to see each other standing. They charge and they both hit a clothesline on each other at the same time. They both land in a way that they both have an arm over the other’s chest for a pin.
TB: What they are both pinning each other! But only one man can win!
Cunningham is not sure what to do at first. The match cannot end in a draw. But he knows the rules of a pin and starts to count seemingly for both men to win 1 . . . 2 . . . but suddenly before 3 both men raise their shoulders!
TB: This may be the best match I’ve ever witnissed. Can these two give anything else for a victory? They’re just too evenly matched, this match will go forever with no winner!
The crowd is chanting both their names and it sounds like an amalgam like “Maxters”. It seemingly gives them both strength and they both start getting up. Finally they are both standing and circling with newfound energy and ARCO is as loud as ever. They tie up and Maxem slaps Master’s arms off of him. Maxem grabs Masters by the head and hits a brutal headbutt that opens up a gash but Masters doesn’t falls just stumbles back. Maxem grabs him and hits another brutal headbutt. Masters can barely stand but goes for a punch that Maxem blocks and Maxem hits a huge elbow right to the temple of Masters and the crowd goes to a hush as Masters falls backwards and appears to be out. Maxem drops to his feet like he is out too and covers Masters with one arm. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3! The arena erupts as the match is finally over with Maxem somehow pulling out the victory.
TB: What a match. What a pay per view. Masters gave it his all. I don’t know if I’ve ever witnessed a more closely contested match. Masters has nothing to be ashamed of.
KK: I have to agree this one will go in the history books. But we have to remember, Maxem still has another match now. Will he have enough to continue?
TB: What a match as Ryan Maxem moves on to the finals with a huge win over Draven Masters.
Masters is stirring now as medical attention tries to help him to his feet. He shoves them off and rolls out of the ring under his own powers. Making his way up the ramp he turns and looks down at the ring. He stops for a moment before walking through and to the back. Backstage Draven is looking around like it might be the last time he ever sees everything. When suddenly a camera is stuck in his face by Erin Wallace
Erin: "Draven your dream of becoming World Champion was just dealt a severe set back. What's next for you from here?"
Masters: "I'm leaving."
Erin: "Your leaving, why? When?
Masters: "I need a break, re-evaluate things. I'm leaving now and I don't know when I get straight I might be back."
Draven doesn't wait for another question as he heads out of the building still in his wrestling gear and clutching the back of his head and his ribs.
Commercial Break.
TB: Well Syren and Dylan know who they have to take on if they win here, they have to face none other than Ryan Maxem. Now Syren and Maxem have a history that I won’t go into now and of course Dylan is in the Militia with Maxem so it will be an interesting Last Man Standing final either way.
KK: But they can’t look ahead it means nothing unless they can beat each other.
"Reconnect" by Sevendust hits as out walks Dylan Wolfe and he has a mic.
Wolfe: Let me just congratulate my good friend Maxem on a good victory to move on to the Last Man Standing final. And also of course Masters, I have to give credit to him he took Maxem to the limit. But it will be an honor to face Ryan in the final if and when I beat Syren here and it will be a Last Militiaman Standing!
Some loud cheers at this but then "Numb" by Linkin Park hits as Syren is walking out with the world title around her shoulder and the crowd is on its feet. She sees a fan with a sign saying “Last Woman Standing” and she blows him a kiss.
TB: Wow this will be amazing. Syren doesn’t have much less to prove after winning the world title but winning the Last Man Standing, which has a sexist name, that proves everything. I guess it would have to be called Last Woman Standing in that case.
KK: You know I love Syren but she got lucky against Blue Thunder who had nothing left and Dylan will destroy her here.
They are in the ring and the cheering is almost as loud as with Draven and Maxem. They shake hands to start and the bell rings. They circle for a bit then Dylan goes to tie up. Syren tries to reverse it getting behind him but Dylan goes for a back elbow but misses, she ducks it and gets him in a schoolboy pin attempt 1 . . . 2 . . . but Dylan kicks out. He is holding his groin in pain though.
KK: I saw that! She squeezed his berries while she schoolboyed him! That sneaky little . . .
Syren is smiling as she did grab Dylan’s nether region and he’s in pain, the ref didn’t notice though. It is shown on the HWAtron as a replay and the crowd is cheering it. Syren pull Dylan up and hits him with a forearm to the face and he stumbles against the ropes. He swings back wildly missing a roundhouse and Syren hits a reverse DDT. Dylan is down and Syren leaps onto the turnbuckle and the crowd goes nuts in anticipation for one of her highflying moves. But Dylan rolls over to the other side of the ring and rolls out.
TB: Smart strategy by Dylan stay away from Syren when she is on the turnbuckle she is dangerous in the air.
Syren hops off the turnbuckle and the fans boo and she gestures to them to just wait.
Dylan is outside the ring standing up against the apron catching his breath. Syren runs over to maybe jump out at him but Dylan sees and gets out of the way and Syren just flips through the ropes doing a 619 instead and the fans love it.
TB: Syren is just toying with Dylan at this point he needs to get some offense in.
KK: Oh he will this match is still young.
Dylan slides into the ring and charges Syren. She ducks a clothesline but Dylan bounces off the ropes and hits a spear on the way back. The boos start up although the fans don’t hate Dylan they love Syren. Dylan seems a little annoyed at this. He pulls Syren up by her hair and whips her into the turnbuckle. Then he hits a hard clothesline and Syren collapses down.
TB: Dylan in control her against the world champ.
The HWA comes on suddenly and we see Tristan Wolfe running fast down the halls backstage. The fans start to cheer him. But then as he turns a corner he gets smacked right in the face by Ryan Maxem with a chair. The fans start the boos. Tristan is out and Maxem looks at the camera.
Maxem: Hey Dylan don’t worry no one will interfere I’m making sure! Look forward to taking you on good luck against Syren!
HWAtron goes off. Dylan is nodding like he hopes to meet Ryan in the final too. He goes back to Syren who is just getting up. He pulls her up and sets her up in the air and hits a stalling suplex. The boos are getting louder and Dylan is flustered.
TB: I think Dylan hates getting booed and really he doesn’t deserve it, it’s just that Syren is loved by this crowd.
KK: Well if he was Last Man Standing material he could tune out the crowd and get the damn job done.
Dylan pulls Syren up and whips her toward the ropes but she slides right out of the ring and is catching her breath. Dylan doesn’t waste time and goes for a baseball slide that she dodges. She pulls him out by the feet and he lands on his head. She pulls both legs apart and goes to stomp him in the groin but he blocks it grabbing her leg. He takes her down with his legs and puts her in a single leg lock submission.
TB: Dylan with a quality submission technique there, slow Syren down by working on the leg. But he has to get back in the ring before he’s counted out.
Dylan releases the hold and slides back into the ring. Syren gets up limping slightly and follows before the count of ten. Syren gets up and they tie up. Dylan goes for an irish whip and bounces off the opposite ropes. He goes for a clothesline that Syren ducks, she tries to go for a lionsault off the ropes but her leg gives out and she falls back onto the mat. Dylan comes back and goes for an elbow drop that Syren slides out of the way of and he hurts his elbow.
TB: This match has been great . . . all the reversals the great technical wrestling, this is how HWA should be.
Dylan gets back up but Syren takes him down with a dropkick. She gets on the turnbuckle and the cheers begin. She jumps off hitting a corkscrew 1080 splash.
KK: Holy--!
Syren covers 1 . . . 2 . . . but no a kickout. Dylan springs back up. The last move took a lot out of Syren it seems. He grabs her and hits a jumping knee to the head and she falls back against the turnbuckle. She tries desperately to climb the turnbuckle but he punches her right in the bad leg and grabs her from the turnbuckle and all of a sudden he hits the Lone Wolf Driver off the turnbuckle.
TB: Keith did you see that he just destroyed Syren!
KK: I did I did . . . damn . . .
Dylan looks triumphant and makes a cover 1 . . . 2 . . . 3. Dylan looks like is pleased but ready to go on he is looking around for Maxem. The crowd is booing at first as they wanted Syren but then they start a Dylan chant as they favor him over Maxem.
TB: Well Dylan has a short break and then he will face Maxem next to see who is the Last Man Standing.
Commercial Break.
We return as the two men, the last Militia-Men standing, if you will, make a joint entrance to the ring. They actually stand side by side, and enter the ring together, to the militia’s music.
TB: What a lovely couple…
KK: Jealous?!
TB: Er, no.
The two men make their way to opposing corners, following a handshake. Referee Wallace Cunningham rings for the bell and we’re underway.
TB: Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s the Final of the 2004 Last Man Standing! Who’d have thought it? Dylan Wolfe v Ryan Maxem.
KK: I’ve got my money on the militia taking this one home.
TB: Well, duh.
They lock up in the centre of the ring. Maxem tries to work on Dylan’s already injured back straight away and we can see how Dylan writhes in pain.
KK: After what Dylan endured at the hands of both Syren, Mr Garcia, AND Breeze I’m not surprised that Maxem has gone for the injured back. Makes sense.
TB: Yeah, Maxem is one ruthless SOB at times.
KK: At TIMES?!
Dylan wrestles his way back level with Maxem. He goes for a leg sweep which Maxem avoids. Maxem counters with an elbow which Wolfe ducks. While ducked Dylan connects with a modified spear to the mid-section of Maxem and Maxem bends double in pain.
TB: These men know each other so well it’s gonna be hard for either of them to gain any meaningful impact without the other being ready with a counter.
Dylan follows up his offence with a clothesline and Maxem hits the floor, but before Wolfe can capitalize, Maxem is straight back to his feet. Dylan looks at Maxem like – what are you doing? Maxem shrugs, smiles and hits a standing drop kick on Dylan as the crowd erupt for Maxem’s sudden burst of speed and agility for a relatively big man.
TB: Dylan is sent reeling into the ropes by Maxem’s drop kick there.
But Dylan manages to turn it around, and on his return Irish whips Maxem into the ropes opposite before flipping him up for a high back body drop. Maxem lands awkwardly.
KK: Now it’s Maxem’s turn to get a bad back. Maxem rolls out of the ring clutching his back. Dylan bounces off the ropes and goes for the baseball slide to the outside, but Maxem is too quick and Dylan ends up sailing into the guard rail on the outside of the ring. Meanwhile Maxem has gone under the ring, and returns with a steel chair.
KK: Is this a no DQ match Trent?
TB: It’s at Cunningham’s discretion. I guess we’re about to find out!
Maxem plants the steel chair into the back of Dylan, and Dylan collapses off the guard rail onto the mat. Maxem isn’t done though and places Dylan into the half boston crab.
TB: Look at Maxem, he’s picking every move in his arsenal which will affect Wolfe’s back.
KK: It’s good strategy though Trent, you have to admit it’s been pretty effective so far.
Dylan is screaming in agony on the floor. Knowing he would have to do something soon before he’d pass out from the pain of his injured back, he starts climbing the guard rail, with Maxem and the half boston crab still fully locked on. The veins in Wolfe’s head are almost popping as he has to bend his back even further and strain to get more height and leverage. Eventually Maxem has to release the hold.
TB: My GOD! Dylan Wolfe had to practically sacrifice his CAREER just to get out of that hold, his back could’ve been broken.
KK: You’re not wrong. I guess that shows how much winning Last Man Standing means to people.
Frustrated, Maxem tries to find the chair again without success, but this has given Wolfe vital seconds to regain his footing. He is standing, although crouched beside the rail. Maxem notices this and charges towards Wolfe, who manages to sucker Maxem in, and side-steps at the last possible moment, sending Maxem flying straight over the top of the rail and onto the concrete.
TB: Unhappy landings.
KK: Oh God, Maxem is bust wide open, check it out.
He’s not wrong, Maxem’s nose is bent out of shape, possibly broken and blood is pouring from his nose. This only seems to drive Dylan Wolfe on though. Dylan runs and jumps straight over the guard rail, clears two rows of fans and takes Maxem down to the ground where the two of them start exchanging punches and kicks, scambling to get the better position but neither making much ground.
Wolfe eventually gets to the mounted position and throws two more punches directly onto the face of maxem. The blood literally squirts as his fist makes contact.
TB: This is BRUTAL.
KK: Mums and Dads, better put the kids to bed
Dylan Wolfe gets off though and surveys his damage. Maxem is left a bloody mess. A large puddle of blood quickly forms before Wolfe picks up maxem’s body and drops him back over the guard rail.
TB: It’s all over, Wolfe has this thing won, he just needs to get Maxem back to the ring.
Wolfe climbs over the guard rail himself and drags Maxem up to the side of the ring.
KK: Do you think these two guys can be friends after THIS?!
TB: I would say it would take some awesome kind of friendship to repair THIS damage!
The two men are now back in the ring, and Dylan Wolfe covers Ryan Maxem 1---2---
KK: KICKOUT! KICKOUT! MAXEM KICKED OUT!! MY GOD HE’S STILL BREATHING!
Dylan can’t believe it. He holds his hands up in disbelief, then notices the blood on his hands seemingly for the first time. His friend’s precious life blood. He pauses for a second but that gives Maxem time to react. Maxem gets to his knees and delivers the low blow on Wolfe.
KK: Desperate times call for desperate measures.
TB: By desperate men.
Wolfe goes down clutching his ‘special area’ and Maxem slumps back down as the referee administers his 10 count.
1… 2…. 3… 4… 5… 6… 7…
Dylan Wolfe his to his knees
8… 9…
Maxem is up to one knee. They lock eyes again, neither willing to give an inch. They charge yet again and end up meeting in the middle, exchanging some rights and lefts until Maxem gets a slight upper hand. Maxem bounces off the ropes and hits Wolfe with an elbow to the face. Dylan goes down and Maxem pauses briefly to wipe some of the blood from his eyes. This is when he notices the chair. He grabs the chair, not for the first time in the match and raises it high over Dylan Wolfe. He slams it down, only to be met with a kick from Wolfe and the chair hits Maxem in the face. Maxem spins around a couple of times before hitting the deck again.
TB: This match has got to be stopped before one of these men is killed.
Dylan Wolfe, realising he now has a great chance of winning walks over to Ryan and picks him up, upside down.
KK: The punishment Wolfe!! It has to be!
Dylan positions Ryan in the position which is similar to the tombstone piledriver, preparing for the Punishment Wolfe, but Maxem manages to wrap his legs around Wolfes neck, and his arms around his legs thus rendering Dylan pretty unable to hit the move. Frustrated, Wolfe does the only thing he can from this position and falls forward, crushing Maxem underneath him, but not quite having the impact that the punishment Wolfe would’ve had. Wolfe is pissed and starts to kick Maxem, until suddenly the lights go out. The crowd cheer at this.
TB: Er, what the hell’s going on? This wasn’t scheduled….
KK: Hello, anybody back there, can you hear us?
Then, blue X appears above the ring, you can see Dylan Wolfe trying to figure our what is going on. Two ring-posts suddenly shoot out white flame whilst the other two shoot out blue flame.
TB: Hang on a sec isn’t that…..
KK: Yeah it’s James Breeze’s entrance.
Dylan is looking around for Breeze, pissed that Breeze would interfere in the match. He turns around, but finds not Breeze, but the bloody form of Ryan Maxem hurtling towards him with a spear and Breeze is down. Maxem is down too and the referee once again administers his count.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… And both men raise up to a knee, gasping for breath.
TB: What in the world is it going to take to put these guys away?
KK: Trent, it’s LMS – LAST MAN, or sorry I should say, Last MILITIA man standing! This is pride, there’s such a lot at stake. The winner gets the next title shot remember!
TB: Not like I’d forget Keith, especially with you sat here next to me.
Maxem is up and he stomps a couple of times into Wolfe’s chest. Wolfe rolls over and climbs up with the aid of a turnbuckle. Maxem grabs a hold of him and prepares him for the Technical Difficuties (Spinning Reverse Sit-Down Brainbuster).
TB: ITS ALL OVER RIGHT HERE – WATCH THIS!!!!
As he hits the move, a stray leg from Wolfe clocks the referee and Cunningham goes down. Maxem is unaware off this and goes for the cover. He soon realises he’s not going to get one and looks livid with Cunningham. Another ref runs down from backstage and Maxem goes for the cover again. 1- 2- but Dylan manages to kick out this time after having had the extra recuperation time. Surprised by this, Wolfe takes the initiative and hits the Punishment Wolfe perfectly this time.
KK: MY GOD IT’S OVER NOW!!!
The referee makes the count 1… 2…. 3…!!!!
TB: IT’S OVER, IT’S OVER!!
KK: DYLAN WOLFE IS THE 2004 LAST MAN STANDING!!
The streamers descend from the roof as Wolfe’s music plays and Wolfe can’t believe it! He falls to his knees in celebration, his fists clenched in the sweet taste of victory, when…..
TB: His music’s stopped….
KK: Cunningham is up and he’s pissed. What’s going on here?
Cunningham grabs the other referee and sends him sailing over the top rope!
KK: Cunningham thinks it’s the royal rumble!
TB: But what about this match, Wolfe is the winner… right?
Cunningham takes the mike.
WC: As the HWA Senior official, I am overturning that decision and we are starting afresh. I demand that this match be restarted and resumed with immidiate effect.
TB: WHAT?!?!
KK: HE CAN’T DO THAT!!
TB: HE JUST DID!
Wolfe grabs Cunningham and starts to have a go, but Maxem hits him with the Technical Difficuties for the second time and Wolfe goes down.
TB: TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES – AGAIN!!!!
Maxem covers
1… 2… 3….
TB: WE HAVE OUR OFFICIAL HWA LAST MAN STANDING LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, AND HIS NAME IS RYAAAAAAAAAAN MAXEM!!!!!
Since the streamers and balloons are already littering the ring, Maxem looks up in amusement and shrugs which gets a laugh from the crowd. Mean while Wolfe is pissed and has taken out Cunningham who is lying unconscious.
TB: Ladies and Gentlemen, thankyou for being a part of the 2004 Last Man Standing we hoped you enjoyed the show, here’s a highlight package and we’ll see you next Sunday for Survival! See the fallout from LMS as it happens!
The Highlight package shows
KK: Goodnight everybody!
Just when everyone expected LMS to be over Circles, by Incubus plays for probably like the fourth time tonight. Out comes of course, the Militia. Maxem, Wolfe, Dominek, and Kamikaze. Maxem seems well prepared for tonight and people have to wonder just what does he want now. Maxem gets in the ring as does the rest of the Militia. Ryan puts the mic up to his mouth.
Maxem: Tonight was a great night. Probably one of the greatest nights I have ever had as an HWA wrestler. Of course I have had many other great nights, and Id have to say this night easily compares to winning the World Title against Fudge, and Judge. But tonight, it was something different that made my mind. You have these find gentlemen in front of you. Dylan…Chase…Jason, all of you are very fine men. I can only hope things stay the way they are now because right now, the Militia is on top of the HWA! Right now the HWA is in big trouble, and from the looks of things the Militia is more united then ever. Of course we don’t have Fudge with us, and he is a big player in the game, but you can bet your ass when he’s back the Militia will only grow stronger. You see, as the HWA continues its downfall the Militia only grows stronger. Its called unity my friends, and its this word that truly speaks out for the Militia. Once a Militiaman…always a Militiaman. Of course we have our bad eggs, Grimjack, and Sawyer…and the list goes on.
Dylan steps forward and speaks into Ryan’s mic.
Wolfe: One question…why did we even let Sawyer in the Militia?
The crowd laughs a bit but quickly calms down. All Maxem can do is smile and shrug his shoulders as he looks over to the rest of the crew. Ryan puts the mic back up to his mouth.
Maxem: Dylan brings out a good point, why the hell did we let Sawyer into the Militia.
After a short pause Ryan answers his own question.
Maxem: It was my foolish idea to let Grimjack to some recruiting. Yeah I know it was a stupid idea, and I now realize the only person who should be making the decisions for the Militia are the people who built the Militia. You see, Grimjack I should have known that your ideas would only make the Militia suck! You make decisions like you don’t even have a brain. Remember that time you wanted me to drop Fudge from the group? Yeah…I remember that day perfectly. I also remember the day you broke away and took the so called “rookies and scrubs” but those are the same two rookies and scrubs that beat the hell out of you earlier today, and Id have to say that was about as funny as the time when I made Kevin Conner wear a hot pink thong.
The crowd burst out laughing after hearing this.
Maxem: Actually, lets see which was funnier.
Maxem points up to the screen and it shows Grimjack getting beat up by Mental Mark. After watching this for about a minute the scene switches again. The screen goes black for a minute and then suddenly the camera is zoomed in on Kevin Conner’s face. The screen is kind of blurry, but suddenly it zooms out reveling a high definition picture of Kevin Conner wearing a hot pink thong. Soon the footage rolls, and Kevin Conner is running around with the thong on as Ryan stands in the ring laughing his ass off. Conner is all red, and almost matches the thong. Soon the picture fades away and the screen goes back to normal. Ryan and the rest of the Militia are laughing so hard in the ring Ryan asks the ring announcer for a towel. The crowd also seems to be in tears. Ryan gives the crowd a minute before talking again and soon speaks into the mic.
Maxem: Alright…maybe Conner in the thong was the funniest HWA moment ever, but hey…watching Grimjack get his ass whooped by the guy he just ditched last week was funny too. Whew.
Maxem pauses for a minute to catch his breath from all the laughing he just did.
Maxem: Whew…all that laughing makes me feel like a kid again. Somebody grab Mr. Garcia hoist him up like a piñata and let me beat the hell out of him for making a mockery of the Militia. Wrong group to screw with pal…but tonight, Ill let you slide. Since your new to the HWA let this be your warning, or would you rather have me send you one?
TB: Defiantly not something Mr. Garcia wants.
KK: Defiantly something nobody wants.
Maxem: Now I know I got a bit side tracked and everything, but the object of the boys, and me coming out here tonight was to simply prove a point. The Militia is the dominant group in the HWA and its going to stay that way for a long time. Sure there’s people like Grimjack, and Ron Royalty, and Draven Masters, and Tristan Wolfe and of course the list goes on again. There’s always going to be the selective few that don’t like what people do in the business. Sometimes the reasons are unknown. Draven Masters reason for hating the Militia…who knows. He’s probably jealous of how much talent has come together to get the job done. Then there’s people like Tristan Wolfe who go against me in particular because well…wouldn’t you be pissed if I had sex every day with the girl your dating now?
Lots of ohhh’s and ahhh’s come from the crowd and ones again all the Militia members seem to do is laugh.
Maxem: Well its true…I speak the truth, everyone knows we did it all anyways. So Tristan you don’t have to hate on me brother. I mean I’m Irish too, as is Dylan so I have nothing against you. It wasn’t until you started bad mouthing me that got me pissed, so I have a little suggestion for you. If you plan on keeping that tongue…and ill assume you will since Syren’s gona have you down on her a lot…
Ryan’s speech is interrupted by more loud ohhhh’s and ahhhh’s.
TB: You know what makes this so funny?
KK: What?
TB: The fact that nobody in back can do shit to shut Maxem up.
KK: Well…that is true.
Maxem: I cant help myself tonight..Im sorry people. Dylan…finish this off.
Maxem can barley talk as he is still laughing and he hands the mic over to Dylan who is glad to finish for Ryan.
D. Wolfe: I’m gona make this real short and sweet. You fuck with one of us, your fucking with us all. So Mr. Garcia, Masters, Grimjack, Brooklyn, Tristan…all I have to say to you wana-be's is watch your backs. The future of the HWA is here…the time to be scared is now! The HWA will remember the Militia. We can never be forgotten!
A large white explosion blasts on the stage and the lights go out. Fans are questioning another terrorist attack, but seconds later the lights are back on, and all that is seen in the ring is the mic used by Maxem, and Wolfe and some words written on the HWA projection screen.
Militia Wrestling Alliance!