14th, Sunday, December, 2003
The scene opens up in the large Dublin arena in Dublin Ireland where the place is brisling with excitement. Trent and Keith are ringside.
TB: Wow Keith I don’t know about you but the HWA hasn’t been this excited since . . . well . . . I don’t know? This is our first pay per view in months, and it is aptly titled Rebirth, because the HWA is back!
KK: That’s right we never went away but this is our return to glory. The HWA is at it’s peak in my opinion Trent, yeah there have been some good times but this is the first pay per view from Ireland and I’ve never seen such supportive fans.
TB: That may have to do with this being the hometown of Tristan Wolfe, who is a huge fan favorite these days. I think he may-
Suddenly though the HWAtron goes on interrupting him. A dark green Porsche pulls up to the wrestler entrance of the arena. The custom license plate reads Masters1. A man standing about 6'5" steps out of the car and heads into the arena. The HWAtron goes off.
KK: Well I’m not sure why we were shown that. I don’t recognize that man. Maybe the debut of a new wrestler tonight? Who knows.
TB: There is a lot of things we don’t know about Keith. Chief among them is who is that damned masked man who attacked everyone last week?
Almost as if on cue “Purple Haze hits the PA as David Jackson and the masked man walk out to massive boos.
KK: Dammit I want to know who that masked man is. The way Jackson talks about him it’s someone who we all know, and it will shock the world to find out whom!
They walk down to the ring as the boos almost drown out the music. They get in and Jackson has a mic. He is about to speak when the masked man stops him. Jackson looks at him like what and the masked man points at the mic as if he wants it.
KK: What is this? The masked man wants to talk to us? Maybe we’ll find out who he is.
Jackson shrugs like ok and hands the mic to the masked man.
Masked Man: (speaking through the mask, his voice is muffled and you can’t recognize it, although it sounds oddly familiar)HWA . . . you have no idea what hell you are in for. How could you forget me . . . you will pay for this dishonor. In just a short time you will all realize the folly of your ways . . . and in that time a new dynasty will arise . . . and you will rue the day . . . Craven . . . watch your back . . . Conner . . . Blue Thunder . . . the HWA World title is rightfully mine . . . as it always was . . . fools.
The crowd is booing loud all throughout this speech at the words.
TB: Keith that was damn cryptic! I’m more scared of this guy now, especially after we saw him go toe to toe with the likes of Grimjack, Sett, Judge, Tristan Wolfe and Blue Thunder last week! What kind of man can do that, and wants to destroy the HWA so bad?
KK: I’m not sure . . .
The masked man tosses the mic to Jackson. Even Jackson seems a little scared of the masked man after that.
Jackson: Now you can see why I chose him! Along with his strength and my brains, we will restore order to the HWA! Ever since I returned as HWA president last month, I have gotten absolutely no respect. I try to rid the HWA of drug addicted fiends, I get derided for that. I try to reorganize the tag team division, the tag team I create fights itself. That makes the HWA look ridiculous. I try to return some dignity by bringing the HWA from the dirty south to a place of culture, London England where I grew up, and wrestlers bitch and moan to me. Two weeks ago Judge comes out here and tries to tell me that I’ve run the HWA into the ground, all the while he is hanging out with the HWA’s number one loser at life, Grimjack!
Cheers for Judge and Grimjack.
Jackson: I tried to ignore all this. I thought, the Lord my savior has placed obstacles in my path to test me, and to make me stronger.
TB: I didn’t know Jackson was a religious man.
Jackson: But the kicker was last week when that piece of trash Sett had the nerve to try and tell me that he is the rightful president of HWA! As if he can pop in and out of here whenever he wants and do as he pleases. Well I have finally had enough of this impudence. As president I am out here to make a match. Sett and Judge both want to be in charge of the HWA? Well I’ll let them fight for it!
TB: Sett versus Judge? No way!
The crowd is going nuts at this.
Jackson: Wait I haven’t finished. Now they’ve both made it known to me that they have no intention of wrestling. Not surprising given the bloated wastes of life they have become. So I will give them this option, and they must choose! They must each choose a wrestler to represent them in a match, and the two will face each other to determine who gets to stay in office as my vice president, Sett or Judge. This will unclutter the staff! Ha ha ha!
Suddenly November Rain hits and Judge steps out with a mic as the crowd is cheering him loud. He waits for the cheers down and begins to talk while at the top of the ramp.
Judge: Wait just a damn second Jackson. Who said I wanted anything to do with being vice president. I’m just fine being the commisioner! As for you, mr. Masked man “I’m too scared to show my face”, I should fire you on the spot!
Jackson and the masked man are pissed as the crowd is loving it.
Judge: As for making matches, I had an idea for a good one myself! David Jackson versus Grimjack! Winner is HWA president!!!
The arena goes absolutely insane at this, people are just screaming oh shit in the aisles.
TB: What! Can Judge do that!
Jackson: Shut up! Judge, I’ve had enough of you shenanigans. I’ve played along long enough, but this is the last straw. I’m sorry but you’re fired!
Loud boos and Judge is shocked.
Jackson: And no hiring yourself back, because you lost that power when you got fired! NOW GET OUT OF MY BUILDING!
"Remedy" by Cold hits suddenly and Sett comes walking out to loud cheers.
TB: My God I think this is the greatest start to a pay per view ever!
Sett walks past Judge looking confident and stops midway on the ramp. He looks dead at Jackson and the masked man and pulls up a mic.
Sett: Judge is rehired . . . by the real HWA president!
KK: He can’t do that he’s not president!
The crowd is somehow able to go even more nuts at this.
Sett: Jackson . . . you’re fired!
Jackson is pissed.
Sett: GET OUT OF MY BUILDING!
The crowd is loving it when suddenly “Cicatriz ESP” hits and Grimjack comes walking out wearing sweat pants and a polo shirt. He stops by Judge and has a mic.
Grimjack: You can’t fire Jackson Sett.
Boos at this.
Grimjack: You can’t fire him . . . because I want that match! I want it right now!
The crowd is going nuts as Grimjack runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. He starts lighting up Jackson with punches and hits the Exodus on him out of nowhere as flash photography is going off everywhere. But then the masked man is there and starts laying into Grimjack and grabs him and hits a whip power bomb and Grimjack is devestated. But Sett and Judge run and slide in and start double teaming the masked man. They are both larger than him but he battles back somehow and double clotheliens them both over the top rope turnbuckle. Suddenly Dan Sawyer comes running down the ramp and the boos are the loudest of the night.
TB: Here comes the HWA’s most hated man. It figures he would.
Sawyer grabs a chair and before Sett and Judge can get up he brings it down on their heads one at a time. The booing is massive. Meanwhile in the ring the masked man has pulled Grimjack to his feet. Sawyer slides the chair into the ring. The masked man grabs Grimjack’s throat and looks around at the crowd as if he dares anyone to stop him.
TB: It was a damn set up! Don’t do it! Not a chokeslam on the chair it’ll kill him!
The fans are booing loudly when suddenly it turns into cheers as the home town boy himself Tristan Wolfe, who was standing at ringside but with a hood on to disguise himself, hops the guardrail and slides into the ring. The masked man sees him coming and goes for a big boot but Tristan ducks and rolls, gets up bounces off the ropes and hits a flying cross body block sending the masked man down. But then Sawyer is in the ring with the chair and hits Tristan with it and the boos are loud.
TB: I can’t believe it, what a setup. Look Jackson is up and congratulating Sawyer and the masked man.
Sawyer is trying to give the masked man a high five but then the masked man gives Sawyer a kick to the gut and then a brainbuster that destroys him.
KK: What is this guy doing this is reckless behavior!
TB: Ha even this guy hates Sawyer!
Jackson is in the masked man’s face like what are you thinking? The masked man ignores him and starts to walk back up the ramp with the ring still in disarray and the fans booing.
TB: We’ll be right back with the first match of the night!
Commercial Break.
TB: Folks we’ve been informed that Evan Blane is sick with the flu, and the Mexican Dream had problems with his passport, so neither of them could make it here tonight! But we have a stellar match lined up with the veteran Alex Mysterio going up against the newcomer Ryan Marshall.
"Self-Proclamed Messiah" by Gardenian hits and out walks Ryan Marshall to moderate applause and he gets in the ring.
KK: A win here gets you an international title shot, that would be a big boost for the career of Marshall, so far the only thing of importance he has done is attack Jason Craven and he paid dearly for that.
TB: I don’t think Ryan actually did that Keith he doesn’t seem the type to randomly attack someone. He seems like a good kid.
"Hit The Floor" by Linkin Park hits and out comes Alex Mysterio. He gets in the ring and faces Marshall. He offers to shake Marshall’s hand and he accepts.
TB: This should be good.
The bell rings and they circle. Ryan goes for a clothesline that connects but Mysterio is right back up and Marshall can’t believe it. He bounces off the ropes going for another but is met with a knee to the gut that makes Marshall flip. Mysterio pulls Marshall up and irish whips him into the turnbuckle. Marshall stumbles before he hits and almost flips over but hits his back on the turnbuckle upside down in a tree of woe situation. Mysterio charges and goes for a baseball slide to the head but Marshall drops down and catches Mysterio’s legs with his and turns it into a leglock submission. move.
TB: Fast paced so far but suddenly the rookie has the advantage with a submission maneuver.
Mysterio refuses to tap and Cunningham is asking him. Marshall uses the ropes for leverage and at first Cunningham doesn’t see but the fans are booing and he sees. He starts trying to tell Marshall to let go and finally he does. Mysterio is holding his leg in pain. Before Mysterio can get up Marshall locks on a double arm crippler crossface.
KK: What kind of move is that?
TB: Unlike you I do research and Marshall’s bio calls that the Last Rights.
Mysterio is in pain and Marshall is pulling with all his might. Mysterio gets desperate and hits a headbutt. Marshall lets go and falls back holding his forehead.
TB: Last ditch by Mysterio there. I never knew he was so good at submissions.
Mysterio gets up and shakes the cobwebs out. He pulls Marshall up and executes the Requiem’s Exodus (Snow Plow) on him.
TB: That was sure out of nowhere.
Mysterio covers . . . 1 . . . 2 . . . 3. He gets up and is celebrating. But suddenly the masked man runs down the ramp and slides in. Mysterio is ready and they trade punches but Mysterio is tired and falls victim to a kick to the gut and huge powerbomb.
TB: Why? Why attack Mysterio?
Marshall is up and attacks the masked man from behind with axehandles. The masked man turns around and gives him a chokeslam for his troubles.
TB: Will no one stop him?
KK: That’s what they get for not bringing backup. You need allies in today’s HWA.
The masked man walks back up the ramp satisfied as the boos reign down.
The HWATron comes alive with an image of Grimjack as the fans in Dublin give a rousing ovation for him. The former HWA President is sitting on a chair, fooling around with his guitar as he appears to be struggling with something.
Grimjack: Come on damn it, how does that go again?
Grimjack pauses and thinks for a second and then his eyes light up.
Grimjack: Ah yes.
Grimjack begins playing an acoustic version of U2's "Where The Streets Have No Name" as the fans in Dublin go crazy, even start up a "Grimjack" chant... along with a "U2" chant. As Grimjack continues playing on his guitar, the camera pans out aways to see, none-other-then Dublin's own, Tristan Wolfe. The fans go into a euphoria as Tristan is seated next to Grimjack, an irish beer in his hands as he listens to Grimjack's "free-styling."
Tristan Wolfe: 'Tis not bad lad.
Grimjack: Not bad? This is the shit right here.
Tristan Wolfe: No, no, no... THIS is the shit right here.
Tristan reaches off camera as he pulls a life-size cardboard cut-out of HWA President David Jackson. The fans boo as Tristan and Grimjack laugh to themselves.
Grimjack: Oh yeah, he's the shit Tristan, as in... he's an actual piece of shit!
The fans pop huge for Grimjack as Tristan the cardboard cut-out up and down.
Tristan Wolfe: I dunno 'bout that lad, he's not really THAT bad.
The statement is enough to 'cause Grimjack to lose focus and mess up on his song as he looks over at Tristan in disbelief.
Grimajck: Are you serious!?
Tristan looks over at Grimjack, as a smirk comes across his face.
Tristan Wolfe: I'm just fuckin' with ya lad, of course Jackson's a piece of shyt. But ye know who else is a piece of shyt?
Grimjack: Kevin Conner?
Tristan Wolfe: Who?
Grimjack: You know, the HWA World Champion?
Tristan Wolfe: Oh, yeah, that mother fucker. Yeah, he's a piece of shyt as well... but I was referring to Football Dan.
Once again, Grimjack looks over at Tristan with a strange look on his face.
Grimjack: Who in the hell is Football Dan?
Tristan Wolfe: Ye know, Dan Sawyer... the bastard that I once called mah friend?
Grimjack: Oh... oh! You mean "Baseball Dan!"
Tristan Wolfe: Fuck man. Football Dan, Baseball Dan, it's all the fucking same... the only thing wrong with those nicknames is that the fucker has no balls to begin with.
The crowd laugh along with this little "performance" by two of the HWA's top stars as Grimjack nods his head.
Grimjack: Yeah, well speaking of not having any balls, who do you think that masked man is that appears to be helping David Jackson?
Tristan Wolfe: Fuck if ah know man, ah do know this though... he packs one hell of a punch. And, trust me lad, ah'll definetly think twice about leaping off a fuckin' turnbuckle to tackle that big fucker. I mean, who'd think that a spanish announce table could break so easily? Tell ya what, they sure as hell don't make tables like the Irish, that's for damn sure.
Grimjack: Yeah, well Tristan, you're off to a great start here in the HWA and I project great things for you in the future.
Tristan Wolfe: Ye really think so?
Grimjack: How the fuck should I know, I can't see into the future!
Tristan and Grimjack laugh as the crowd laughs along with 'em, while small chants of both men's names rise up from the crowd, more-so in Tristan's favor as he is the hometown hero.
Grimjack: Anyway man, I think we should really think about forming an alliance.
Tristan Wolfe: Whoa, whoa, whoa... hold on there lad. Now, I got no problem with your Legacy Department and everything... hell, Sett taught me the whole "legacy" of that stable, no pun intended. In fact, if anything, I'm grateful that you managed to bring that old bastard out from hiding but do ye really think that a person like me is going to fit in with the likes of you, Judge, and Sett?
Grimjack: It's got nothing to do with fiting in and everything to do with Jackson.
Tristan Wolfe: Aye lad, I know ye're hatred runs deep for the man and, believe me, he's not exactly mah favorite person in the world... but ah'm not ready to risk everything and go to war with the man.
The fans booed at this as Grimjack nods his understanding.
Tristan Wolfe: But, believe me lad, if push comes to shove... then ye can bet ye're ass that Tristan Wolfe will fuck Jackson and any one of his little underlings up.
The booes changed to cheers as Tristan smirked over at Grimjack.
Grimjack: Fair enough Tristan, I just hope... for your sake... that the rumors aren't true.
Tristan looked at Grimjack with a weird look on his face and appeared to be about to question what he meant by it when Judge walked into the locker room.
Judge: What the fuck!? What are YOU doing in here!? Tristan and Grimjack exchanged looks and then looked around them and then up at Judge who was eyeing them both. Trying to explain themselves, the two, unwittingly, began speaking at the same time.
Grimjack: Well, I was playing guitar...
Tristan Wolfe: Well I was just enjoying a beer...
Grimjack: And he was just having a beer...
Tristan Wolfe: And Grim was just playing a song on his guitar...
Grimjack: And then Tristan started talking about David Jackson...
Tristan Wolfe: And then Grimjack talked about how Jackson was a piece of shyt...
Grimjack: And then I called Jackson a piece of shit...
Tristan Wolfe: And then I told Grimjack that I thought Sawyer was a piece of shyt as well...
Grimjack: Then I think we started talking about football or baseball, or some sport like that...
Tristan Wolfe: Did I mention that I was drinking a beer?
Grimjack: I was just playing a song on my guitar.
Judge turned his head and looked straight at the camera, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head as the crowd was laughing hysterically as Tristan and Grimjack exchanged un-easy glances. Judge shook his head and looked back over at the two, turning his attention upon Tristan.
Judge: Don't you have a match tonight?
Tristan Wolfe: Do ah have a match tonight? Do ah have a match tonight!? Wait... do ah I have a match tonight?
Grimjack: Yeah, remember, the whole Sawyer thing...
Tristan Wolfe: Oh, yeah, that's fucking right! Ye bet ye're arse that I have a fuckin' match tonight! After all, we are in my hometown of Dublin, Ireland!
The crowd popped huge for the "cheap pop" as Tristan continued his uplifting speech.
Tristan Wolfe: And tonight, right here in front of all my friends and family, ah'm gonna beat Dan Sawyer and Jason Craven and become 1/2 of the Tag Team...
Judge: Yeah, that's great, get out of here.
Tristan Wolfe: I was just on ma way out!
Tristan got up from the seat and walked off screen as Judge watched Tristan exit the locker room before turning his attention to Grimjack.
Judge: We need to talk.
Grimjack: It’s about the Legacy Department isn’t it? You think it’s “played” out. Well I don’t see how an establishment that will go down in history as the greatest stable in HWA’s time can ever be played out. But if you really feel that way then fine.
Judge: Whoa. Where is this coming from?
Grimjack: Judge . . . the last time I honestly felt happy . . . I threw it all away.
Judge: You’re talking about Mexico aren’t you. You never told me what happened there.
Grimjack: You want to know what happened, well I basically lived a paradise life. Spent the day chilling in the sun. Making love with the woman of my dreams. Smoking the greatest bud on earth.
Judge: That sounds pretty sweet man. Ha ha. Why’d you come back?
Grimjack: Judge . . . you know how I used to . . . hear things?
Judge: Are you? Again?
Grimjack: No . . .I mean I wasn’t . . . but I was. In Mexico. I can’t concentrate unless I’m in the HWA . . . working. I think I need it to keep my mind occupied or something. I don’t even need to smoke anymore, it all feels like a clean slate. But when you called and said you had talked to Neil about coming back too, at first I was excited. I was in a good place so we didn’t have to be enemies again, I mean that was stupid last year. But something about you returning, it triggered something in my brain. Back from when we first met. When we first.
Judge: Are you saying I’m the cause of whatever’s going on in your head?
Grimjack: No. I’m just saying that maybe one of us should go. And you’tr much more valuable to the HWA than I am. I couldn’t stop Jackson, I think you can. I—
Judge’s cell phone rings.
Judge: "Hello....Yeah you're here......Alright man I'll meet you out back give me a minute."
Grimjack: "Was that him?"
Judge: "Yea that was him, I'm gonna go meet him alone and bring him back here. Grim . . . you seem to be having some problems. I wish I could help you, but I’m not a psychologist. I’ll see you later."
Judge walks out and the scene fades out.
KK: Great it looks like we may see the return of the weird Grimjack who makes no sense. I didn’t understand a word of that nonsense.
TB: Well the tag team match is next!!!
Commercial Break
The HWATron sparks to life as we see Tristan Wolfe, full wrestling gear and all, walking down the halls.
TB: Well there ya see him folks, Tristan Wolfe, and his re-match for the Tag Team Titles, which is up next!
KK: Yeah, but this time he'll be teaming up with Syren! Yaa-hoo!
Tristan continues walking down the halls when a large shadow is cast over him. Tristan comes to a halt and looks off camera, his head tilting upward so that he could see the person who stood before him. The camera pans out and we see Sett leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest as he is staring straight at Tristan. The crowd pops for the big man as he walks up to Tristan.
Sett: Hey, Tristan.
Tristan Wolfe: Hey boss... ah mean, sorry. Forgot that ye aren't in control again.
Sett: Yeah...don't worry about. I do too, sometimes.
Sett cracks a grin, which is soon returned by Tristan.
Sett: So, you feelin' alright? Up for your match?
Tristan Wolfe: Aye lad, ye can bet ye'r ass that ah'm ready to become the new Tag Team Champions... with Syren, of course.
Sett: Ah yes, Syren. First Abbrianna, and now her? You dog, you.
Sett winks, but Tristan does not look so cheerful at that.
Tristan Wolfe: Yeah, well Abrianna choose Chase over me... imagine that, eh? But I dun care anymore, like ye said, I've got Syren.
Sett: Eh, well, Abrianna's been through more men than you have women, I'll wager, so don't feel too down. Syren's a much better catch anyway, if you ask me. You're a lucky man. Speaking of luck, how are you enjoying the trip back to your homeland?
Tristan Wolfe: Well lad, 'tis ma home... but, as happy as I am to be back in Dublin, there's still a lot of pain and anguish I have to endure from my younger days. Demons, if ye will and I'm sure ye know all about them now, don't ya lad?
Sett: Haha, 'aye', as you say, I do know much about them, and I can understand your feelings right now.
A quiet moment of hesitation passes between them.
Sett: Alright, look, Tristan, I didn't just stop you here for small talk. There's more serious matters I need to discuss with you.
Tristan Wolfe: Aye, like what?
Sett: It's about Jackson. I've seen that you two had some sort of dealings going on. Yes, I know recently you blew him off, but I wouldn't put it past him to not just shrug that one off. I don't trust him, Tristan, and neither should you. Just...watch your back, alright?
Tristan Wolfe: Yeah lad, Jackson and I have had dealings in the past... but 'tis all over now. He wanted me to take out Dominek and, though ah wouldn't mind getting a measure of revenge on him for stealing Abrianna away from me, ah'm not going to do it on Davey's terms. But ye needn't worry about me lad, ye forget that I learned this business from one of the best.
Tristan flashes a smirk over at Sett, assuring him that he'll be fine. Sett nods and smiles, acknowledging Tristan's assurance.
Sett: You're right. Just remember what I told you, and that, if need be, I will have your back. With that said...
Sett extends a hand toward Tristan, offering a handshake. Tristan accepts it as the crowd goes wild for these two favorites whiley they shake hands.
Sett: ...good luck getting those Tag straps...not like you'll need it, though.
Tristan Wolfe: Aye lad, thanks. I'll see ya after the match, we've got some catching up to do.
And, with that said, Tristan winks over at Sett and walks away, making his way down towards the ring.
TB: Have we ever had tag team partners who were “In love” Keith?
KK: I don’t know. I don’t think so. But we may here, if Craven and Sawyer can’t get their act together.
”Cobra’s Hood” hits and Jason Craven comes walking out by himself.
KK: Where is Octavian?
TB: I talked to Craven before the show and he said Octavian couldn’t make the flight, he wouldn’t elaborate. So it looks like he’s on his own tonight.
KK: Damn.
TB: What are you advocating foreign interference?
KK: No but you know Sawyer will use it . . . in their match later.
"Enter Sandman" by Metallica hits and Sawyer comes walking out to loud boos.
TB: Keith I thought you loved all things Sawyer.
KK: Sawyer annoys me just like everyone else. I just like that he’s smart enough to work for Jackson.
Sawyer gets in the ring. He and Craven stand in separate corners and don’t look at each other as they wait for the match to start. “"The Jump Off" by Lil Kim” hits and Syren and Tristan Wolfe come walking out hand in hand and the fans go nuts for their hometown hero Tristan not to mention the beautiful Syren and chants for both their names start.
TB: Nice show of unity for this team to come out together when the tag team champions themselves came out separate. And nice of Tristan to have them use Syren’s music, shows how much he respects her.
KK: Zebras don’t change their strpies. Tristan is after one thing and we all know what it is.
The two get in the ring and are talking over some last minute strategy and the bell rings.
TB: It looks like it’s been decided that Sawyer and Tristan will start. This should be a classic tag match folks!
Tristan and Sawyer circle each other. Sawyer goes to lock up but at the last minute hits a knee to the groin that the ref doesn’t see and the fans are booing loud as Tristan goes down in pain. Sawyer is posing and sneering.
TB: No surprise that Sawyer goes right to the cheating.
KK: Sawyer showing he has more experience than Tristan. In fact Sawyer and Craven both have a lot more experience than Tristan and Syren. This one should be over quick.
Sawyer pulls Tristan to his feet and gets him on his shoulders. He goes for a brainbuster but Tristan is able to slip off his shoulders. Sawyer bounces off the turnbuckle and goes for a clothesline but Tristan takes him down with a drop toe hold. Then he tags Syren who immediately goes off the top turnbuckle and hits a leg drop to the back of Sawyer’s head and the fans are loving it.
TB: I’d say that Syren is currently the top aerial artist in the HWA.
Tristan gets out of the ring and Syren bounces off the ropes and hits a springboard into a back elbow on Sawyer who had just gotten up. She goes to pull Sawyer up but he punches her in the gut and she barrels over. Sawyer gets up and stumbles over to Craven looking to tag but Craven steps off the apron. Sawyer is yelling at him but Craven ignores him.
TB: What? Why doesn’t Craven want to tag in?
KK: Good strategy here. Craven probably could care less about the tag titles, he’s going to make Sawyer tire himself out for the International match.
TB: That’s . . . despicable. That’s something I’d expect from Sawyer, not Craven.
KK: Craven is the most calculating mind in the HWA. He’s looked at this from all angles.
Meanwhile Sawyer has given up on tagging and gone back to Syren. He stomps on her with hard kicks. Tristan can’t watch and gets in the ring to stop him but Cunningham gets in the way threatening to disqualify him. Sawyer uses this to get in some illegal choking on Syren.
KK: Sawyer is no slouch at stretegy either.
Tristan gets out of the ring and Sawyer stops choking. He pulls Syren to her feet and starts gloating. Then he wraps his hand around her throat like it’s time for the Death Drop chokeslam. He lifts her up but on the way up Syren kicks him in the balls and Cunningham doesn’t see. He drops to the mat holding his groin and Syren falls to her knees.
TB: Syren knows strategy too it would seem. And don’t you dare complain about cheating.
KK: Shut up.
Syren takes this opportunity to cover Sawyer for a pin. Cunningham counts . . . 1 . . . 2 . . . but no Craven is in and breaks up the count. Tristan starts to get in but Craven leaves the ring immediately so he Cunningham gets in his way.
TB: I guess Craven isn’t ready to give up the tag straps just yet.
KK: Or else he just wants to give Sawyer more time to wear himself out.
Syren is angry and pulls Sawyer up. She grabs his head and sets him up for a DDT but out of desperation Sawyer turns it into a belly to belly suplex and bot he and Syren are down on the mat. Tristan starts slapping the ropes and puts his hand out to tag and the crowd starts to cheer.
TB: Both are down . . . wait here they are starting to get up.
They are both reaching out to tag at the same time. Syren finally makes it to Tristan and tags him in. Sawyer makes it to Craven but as soon as he does Craven steps off the apron again and smiles at Sawyer deviously.
TB: What a double cross!
Tristan is in the ring and the legal man now. He runs over and grabs Sawyer’s leg and pulls him into the middle of the ring. Tristan starts to lay into Sawyer with heated punches.
TB: Sawyer never should have made those lies about Tristan and Syren. He’s paying for them now!
KK: No Tristan is letting his emotions cloud his judgement now. This will work against him.
Tristan pulls Sawyer up and whips him hard into the turnbuckle. Then he charges and hits a jumping kick on him and Sawyer collapses to the mat. Tristan is in the zone and he pulls Sawyer up. But out of desperation Sawyer pushes Tristan into Cunningham and they collide knocking the ref out.
KK: Man Sawyer is coming off like a wily veteran in this match. When all else fails, knock out the ref. Classic move.
TB: Keith you’ve become so jaded over the years.
Sawyer is starting to choke Tristan since the ref is out. But Syren hops on the turnbuckle and leaps off with a double corscrew moonsault on him and the crowd is chanting “OH SHIT”. But suddenly the Patriot theme “Kurt Angles music” hits and 8 burly looking men come running out. They are obviously American due to their look and dress “wearing Tshirts with pictures of George W Bush, NFL teams, and the american flag on them. And the man in front is waving an american flag. The crowd is booing like crazy.
TB: Who the hell are these guys?
KK: Looks like Sawyer had a backup plan.
All 8 men slide into the ring. Syren rushes them but they toss her aside. Then they all start stomping on Tristan like mad. The man with the flag beats him with it. This whole time the crowd is booing.
TB: I can’t believe this. I am ashamed to be an american at this point Keith.
KK: Yeah . . . this is a bit much . . .
The man with the flag pulls out a mic.
Man: Dublin this is what you send to the United states? I am disgusted!
At this the patriot music hits and all 8 men leave the ring and walk back up the ramp, waving the flag proudly. The ref is still out. Tristan is laying in the ring beaten to a bloody pulp. Syren is attending to him. Sawyer is up and is standing their making fun of her. She looks at him angry Meanwhile Craven has been watching the whole thing unfold. He stands on the apron. Syren has had enough and rushes Sawyer. He isn’t ready and she spears him down to the mat. She starts laying into him with punch after punch. Sawyer pushes her off and tries to gather himself but she’s back and hits a spinning heel kick. Then she goes to the top turnbuckle and hits the Breakdown on Sawyer.
TB: My God Syren just destroyed Sawyer! This despite Tristan still being out cold.
Syren is covering Sawyer but the ref is still out. Craven starts to get in the ring thinking maybe he should stop this pin when suddenly Ryan Marshall runs over from the crowd and blindsides Craven knocking him off the apron with a flying tackle.
TB: What the . . . Marshall? What is he doing here?
KK: He has beef with Craven still . . . Craven attacked Ryan last week along with Octavian. I bet Craven wishes he brought Peter now!
Marshall starts hammering away at Craven with punches. Then he grabs a steel chair and bashes it down on his head and Craven is out. Marshall leaves yelling curses at Craven. Meanwhile in the ring Syren has helped Cunningham up. Sawyer is starting to get up now too. He grabs Syren from behind and puts her in a sleeper hold. But suddenly out of nowhere Tristan gets to his feet and the crowd is going nuts. Sawyer hears the chearing and it distracts him just enough for Syren to give him an elbow to the ribs and he lets her go. He turns around right into the Celtic Cutter from Tristan.
TB: The Celtic Cutter! The Celtic Cutter!
Tristan covers Sawyer . . . 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!
TB: New champions! We have new champions and it was due to the Celtic Cutter!
KK: They got lucky. It was in Craven’s interest to not fight in this match and make Sawyer wear himself thin.
TB: Craven couldn’t have helped if he wanted because Marshall took him out! I guess Craven’s great plan didn’t account for Ryan Marshall!
Craven is up and sees what has happened and is pissed. Sawyer is up too and also pissed.
TB: What a hell of a tag team competition we just witnessed, no doubt one of the best I believe I've ever witnessed.
KK: Meh, it was alright.
TB: These four individuals put on one of an amazing tag team bout here, all in the name of the Tag Team Titles, and the fans are letting 'em hear it.
The fans rise up in a standing ovation for the participants as they look at the crowd reaction in shock. Sawyer snaps out of his daydream and turns his sights on Syren. Suddenly, without warning, Sawyer charges and drops Syren to the mat with a hellacious Clothesline!
TB: My God what a Clothesline! Why the hell did Sawyer do that!?
KK: Why the hell does Sawyer do anything Trent... because he can!
The crowd starts booing Sawyer as Tristan sees this and charges over at the big man. Seeing Tristan approaching out of the corner of his eye, Sawyer turns as Tristan meets him with a series of hard rights which gets the big man reeling. The crowd cheers for the hometown favorite as he lays it into Sawyer, knocking him back against the ropes.
TB: Tristan, now, coming to the aid of his tag team partner here and the crowd is loving it!
Tristan attempts to Irish Whip Sawyer across the ring but Sawyer puts on the brakes and spins around, using his momentum to his advantage in an attempt to Irish Whip Tristan across the ring. But Tristan manages to counter this move as he, too, puts on the brakes, and then pulls the big man into him as he throws Sawyer's arm over his shoulder and looks out at the crowd.
TB: Tristan's got Sawyer set up for the Wolfe's Bane!
Realizing he was in trouble, Sawyer battled out as he delivered some stiff shots to the side of Tristan's head. Tristan stumbled away as Sawyer stalked behind him. Tristan turned around as Sawyer wrapped his hand about Tristan's throat.
TB: Oh no! Sawyer's got Tristan set up for the Death Drop!
Sawyer lifted Tristan high into the air and sent him slamming down to the mat with a vicious Chokeslam!
TB: Damn it! Damn it! Sawyer connects with the Death Drop, damn-near breaking the hometown hero in half!
The crowd booed loudly as Sawyer glared down at Tristan. He then turned away to see Craven charging at him. The crowd's boos turned to cheers as Craven connected on a Clothesline to Sawyer, sending the big man toppling over the top rope and to the outside!
TB: What a Clothesline by Craven as he, unwittingly, came to the aid of Tristan and Syren!
The crowd cheered Craven's actions as he glared out at Sawyer who dusted himself off and got up to his feet, angered at being embarrassed by Craven. Walking around ringside, he went over to Erin Wallace and threw her off of her chair. The crowd booed again as Sawyer picked up the steel chair and folded it as he looked over at Craven with a sadistic smirk on his face.
TB: Now what the hell is Sawyer doing!?
KK: I don't know Trent but I have a feeling things just got interesting.
Sawyer rushed the ring as he slid in with the steel chair. But Craven, wisely, slid out the other edge of the ring and began to back-peddle up the rampway as the crowd booed once more.
TB: Well Craven doing the wise thing by getting out of Sawyer's way but, at the same time, he's leaving Tristan and Syren completely defenseless.
Sawyer glared over at Craven as Craven smirked back at him and made a gesture with his hands around his waist, indicating that it would be all about the International Title later on tonight. Sawyer watched Craven all the way up to the stage until he disappeared behind the black curtain before he turned his attention back on to the two remaining in the ring. Tristan was just staggering up to his feet after the devastating Death Drop as Sawyer stalked behind him once more. Tristan re-gained his footing and began to stumble over to Syren when he turned into Sawyer who blasted him right across the face with the chair!
TB: Oh my God what a chair shot by Dan Sawyer and Tristan's been busted open!
The crowd stared in silent disbelief as Tristan lay flat on his back, blood rolling from a huge gash on his forehead as Sawyer held the steel chair up with one hand and looked at the impact, the chair nearly bent in two. He smiled at the sight as he held the chair high above his head as the crowd booed him once more, a small "Asshole" chant building up from the Irish crowd.
TB: The match is over for God's sake! Somebody stop this!
Syren, still ailing from the Clothesline shot, turned on the mat to see her boyfriend lying in the middle of the ring. She crawled her way over to him as Sawyer paced around the ring, soaking in the crowd reaction with a huge smile at his face. Sawyer then turned around to see Syren crawling her way towards Tristan. Sawyer tilted his head and began to laugh silently to himself as Syren lay beside Tristan, checking on him. Walking over to Syren, Sawyer grabbed a fistful of her hair and, with one arm, pulled her to her feet!
TB: Oh God, you've got to be kidding me! Now what is Sawyer doing!?
KK: Hey now, I'm all for a good beatdown but that's a chick he's got there! A hot chick, at that!
Sawyer held tightly onto Syren's hair as he got right in her face, trash talking her as he waved the chair around with his other hand. Syren tried to reason with him but he appeared to not be buying into it as he let go of her hair and pie-faced her down to the mat. Syren landed hard onto the mat as she looked up at Sawyer as he raised the steel chair high above his head.
TB: Oh come on now, that's a woman for God's sake! Don't do it!
Before Sawyer could bring the steel chair down, David Jackson ran out onto the rampway with a mic in hand.
David Jackson: Whoa, whoa, whoa... Sawyer, don't you move an inch!
Sawyer froze as and Syren glanced up the rampway at Jackson. Jackson hurried down the rampway and slid into the ring as he looked over at the bloodied Tristan Wolfe and then turned his attention to the scene in front of him.
David Jackson: Now I am sorry to interrupt this little fiasco here Sawyer but this wasn't part of our arrangement. The deal was for you to take out Tristan Wolfe, not Syren. And, as you can clearly see, there is still life in Tristan yet!
Jackson and Sawyer directed their attention over to Tristan as had now rolled onto his side and was feebly trying to push himself to his feet.
David Jackson: Now, if you don't mind Sawyer, I'd like for you to finish what you started and THEN you can have Syren!
The crowd booed loudy as Jackson smiled over at Sawyer while Sawyer simply nodded his head. Syren went to stop the assault but Jackson quickly grabbed ahold of her and restrained her as Sawyer stalked over to Tristan. Raising the steel chair high above his head, Sawyer drove it down into his back, causing Tristan to scream out in pain! Syren's pleas fell on dear ears as Sawyer drove the chair down again and again into Tristan's back until he was motionless!
TB: My God this is sick! Tristan is being brutally tortured here right before our very eyes and Jackson and Sawyer are loving it!
KK: I guess this just goes to show you Trent, Jackson's one boss you do NOT want to get on the bad side of.
The fans were booing, throwing trash, and chanting "Asshole" at the two men standing in the ring as Sawyer threw the chair aside. Sawyer turned and smiled over at Jackson as Jackson released Syren as she dropped down to her knees on the mat, her hands going to her face as she fought the tears back. Jackson reached down into his pants pocket and then pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Jackson then threw them to Sawyer as he caught them with ease and then looked over at Tristan. Walking over to him, Sawyer dragged his limp body to the nearest bottom rope and then attached the handcuffs to them in such a way that the bottom rope kept him from going anywhere.
TB: And now Tristan has go no where to go, thanks to those handcuffs. But what else can these two sick men possibly do? Haven't then done enough to Tristan!?
KK: I don't think it's Tristan I'd worry about now Trent.
Sawyer turned his attention back to Syren who looked over at the helpless Tristan and then up at Sawyer. Jackson pulled Syren up to her feet and shoved her in Sawyer's direction as Sawyer wrapped his hand around her throat.
TB: Oh no, he's not going to do it!
KK: I think he is Trent, I think he is!
TB: Not the Death Drop, for the love of God!
Sawyer overpowered Syren with his firm grip on her throat as she dropped down to her knees as Jackson brought the mic back up to his lips.
David Jackson: See, I know many of you out there are upset with me and Sawyer right now but, the fact is, the one you should be angry with is right over there, lying in a pool of his own blood!
Jackson pointed over at Tristan as the fans booed the HWA President.
David Jackson: You see, I gave Tristan the chance to return to the HWA as a wrestler, just so long as he did one thing for me... take out Chase Dominek. Now I don't need to explain to you Irish-folk why I hated Chase, all you need to know is that I simply did. With that said, Tristan and I seemed to be on the same wavelength, what with the fact that he was still bitter about the whole fact that Chase was Abrianna's first love. And everything seemed to be going fine. Tristan made his return to the HWA and the mind-games with Dominek began. But then something happened, something changed. All of a sudden, Tristan started to have second thoughts on our arrangement and do you want to know why? Because of you fans!
Jackson pointed out at all the fans as they cheered Tristan and flicked off the HWA President.
David Jackson: All of a sudden, Tristan cared about what the fans thought of him. He didn't like the fact that he was being booed so he decided to spit in my face and do his own thing. Well, look at where that got him! Here we are, in his hometown of Dublin, Ireland, and he's lying here, in my ring, a pathetic broke-down mess! And over here, his new girlfriend Syren, completely at the mercy of "The Deadly One" Dan Sawyer. I tell ya folks, things are not looking too good.
Jackson looked over at Tristan and shook his head.
David Jackson: All you had to do Tristan was take Dominek out, that's it. Then you could've gone off and done whatever the hell you had wanted! But, no, you have to defy me! David Jackson! HWA President! I have all the power you stupid son-of-a-bitch, not you!
The crowd booed once more as Jackson calmed himself down.
David Jackson: So here we are Tristan, you lying at my feet once more and me standing above you. You see folks, this is what happens when you cross the boss. Because of Tristan, I had to take matters into my own hands. That's right, it was I who took out Chase Dominek last week and, from what I've been told, we won't be seeing him anytime soon.
Jackson laughs to himself as he looks over at Sawyer who is still choking the life out of Syren.
David Jackson: Jesus man, have you been choking her all this time!? Just give her the Death Drop and end it already!
Tristan appears to still be conscious as he begins struggling against his bonds when he hears those words from Jackson. Jackson merely laughs as Sawyer shrugs his shoulders and lifts Syren high into the air. Syren is still frantically kicking and squirming but Sawyer has a firm hold of her.
TB: Don't do it Sawyer! Don't do it!
Sawyer show-cased his strength as he walked around the ring with Syren suspended in the air. Tristan screamed at Sawyer as Sawyer glared into Syren's eyes and then Chokeslammed her down to the mat!
TB: Oh my God no! The Death Drop on a defenseless woman!
Tristan watched in disbelief as Syren lay motionless on the mat as Sawyer glared down at Syren.
TB: That sick son-of-a-bitch could've killed her!
David Jackson: Yes! Yes! That's what I'm talking about Sawyer!
Jackson laughed at this sight as Sawyer turned his head and looked over at the HWA President as Tristan struggled against the handcuffs once more.
David Jackson: Oh, you don't like that Tristan!? Well too bad, 'cause it's only going to get worse! Sawyer... you know what to do!
Jackson stepped aside as Sawyer leaned over and grabbed a fistful of Syren's hair once more. Again, he pulled her to her feet and then tossed her lifeless body over his shoulder. Tristan was swearing like no tomorrow at the two as he continued to trying to break free, the handcuffs already beginning to cut into his flesh. Sawyer drapped Syren up on the top rope, her back facing towards the ring.
TB: Oh God no, Jackson can't be serious!
KK: There's only one move that involves Sawyer going to the top rope with his victim Trent, and we all know what that move is!
TB: God Sawyer, don't do it! Enough is enough! You've made your point!
Sawyer slowly began climbing the ropes up to the top, taking his time so as to torture Tristan longer. However, Sawyer's lack-of-speed seemed to work in Tristan's favor as Tristan, with all his might, broke the chain of the handcuffs as the crowd went into a frenzy. With wrists bleeding, Tristan pushed himself up and stared down Jackson. Jackson was amazed at the sight and quickly hightailed it out of the ring.
TB: Tristan is free! Tristan broke free of the handcuffs! I don't believe it!
KK: That must've hurt like hell!
TB: But it probably won't hurt as bad as the beating that Sawyer is about to get!
Tristan stumbled over to Sawyer, who was setting Syren up for The X Plex, completely oblivious as to what was happening behind him. Tristan stumbled over to the corner and delievered a well placed Low Blow, causing Sawyer's face to contort into agony as he fell backwards off the turnbuckle, clutching his lower extremeties!
TB: Low Blow by Tristan and let the beating commence!
The crowd began chanting "Tristan" over and over again as Tristan leaned against the ropes, obviously in a large ammount of pain.
TB: It's any wonder that Tristan is even standing at this point Keith.
KK: It's probably adrenaline, no doubt.
Tristan taunted for Sawyer to get up as Sawyer slowly began to push himself up. Turning towards Tristan, Sawyer was met with a firm kick to the face, dropping him down to the mat. Having taken all the energy that Tristan seemed to have left, he, too, fell to the mat as both men lay there.
TB: Tristan with a Super Kick right to the face of Sawyer and both men are down now!
KK: Looks like the adrenaline ran out for Tristan.
Upon Keith saying this, Tristan rolled over onto his back and nipped right back up to his feet, drawing a huge reaction from the crowd.
TB: Or perhaps his adrenaline boost has just started!
Tristan stalked behind Sawyer as Sawyer shook his head, trying to shake loose the cobwebs. Slowly, Sawyer pushed himself up to his feet as Tristan stayed poised behind him, waiting for the ample opportunity to strike. Turning around, Sawyer turned into Tristan who grabbed Sawyer's neck and then leapt into the air, allowing all his free weight to fall down to the mat, along with Sawyer's neck!
TB: Celtic Cutter! Celtic Cutter! Tristan with the Celtic Cutter on Sawyer and good night Sawyer!
The crowd was absolutely crazy right now as Tristan began to pull himself up, using the ropes. Getting to his feet, Tristan turned and looked up the rampway at Jackson staring in disbelief, his hands on his head. Tristan then turned his attention to Syren who was now standing up on the top turnbuckle. Without giving it a second thought, Syren flipped off backwards, landing chest-first onto Sawyer with a picture-perfect Top Rope/Moonsault!
TB: Breakdown! Breakdown! Syren follows up Tristan's Celtic Cutter with the Breakdown and, my God, what a turn-a-round!
Tristan leaned over and helped Syren up as both were ailing from the after-match beatdown. The two fell into each other's arms as they held on tightly as Jackson paced nervously on the rampway.
TB: It looks like Jackson's plan has backfired here...
David Jackson: Tristan!
Tristan and Syren broke off their embrace as the two glared up the rampway at Jackson.
David Jackson: You may have bested Sawyer but I assure you, this is far from over! In fact, it's only the beginning!
"Irish Pub Song" by Flogging Molly hits the loud speakers as the fans go crazy.
TB: What the hell!? What is this!?
St. Patrick emerges from behind the black curtain as the fans go crazy for the return of the HWA Superstar!
TB: It's St. Patrick! It's St. Patrick! St. Patrick's back!
The cheers quickly turn to boos though, when Patrick shakes hands with David Jackson.
TB: Oh no, don't tell me he's got St. Patrick now too!
KK: That's 2/3's of the IRA, Trent!
Jackson hands the mic over to Patrick as Tristan glares down his former friend.
St. Patrick: I can tell by the expression on your face that you're surprised Tristan but, I'm curious, why? Why would you, of all people, be surprised? I mean, after all, we've only been talking to each other through-out the entire week. The thing is, while you were feeding me these lies of us becoming a team again, I had David Jackson on the other line... giving it to me plain and simple. Now, before I come down to that ring and give you the Irish beating that you deserve, I just want to thank David Jackson, here, for giving me the opportunity that you passed on Tristan. Except the target's not Chase Dominek this time, oh no... see, Jackson already handled. No, this time Tristan, the target is you!
St. Patrick pointed at Tristan as taunted Patrick to just bring it.
St. Patrick: So, Jackson...
St. Patrick extends his hand to Jackson as he continues speaking.
St. Patrick: I just want to say "thank you" for giving me this opportunity...
Jackson laughs and shakes hands with St. Patrick.
St. Patrick: and, also, "fuck you!"
Jackson's eyes light up as St. Patrick delivers a stiff kick to the gut of Jackson. Jackson keels over as Patrick shoves Jackson's head in-between his legs!
TB: What the!? Oh my God! Patrick just pulled a quick one on Jackson!
KK: Hey! He can't do that to our president... can he!?
TB: I don't think he gives a damn Keith!
The fans go crazy as Patrick hooks Jackson's arms behind his back and then drops down to the stage, sending Jackson face-first into it with a Pedigree-type move!
TB: King's Cross! King's Cross! St. Patrick hits the King's Cross on Jackson and this place has exploded!
The fans are chanting "Patrick" over and over again as St. Patrick stays on his knees, looking down at the motionless body of his, now, boss. Tristan and Syren help each other out of the ring and, as best as they can in their condition, quickly make it up the rampway to stand beside Patrick. Patrick stands up and stares at Tristan for a second before the two embrace in a hug, sending the crowd into euphoria once more. Some "IRA" chants break out as the two break out of their embrace and raise each other's hands in the air as they stare back at the ring where the other former IRA member, Dan Sawyer, is laying on the mat, glaring up at them.
TB: St. Patrick has returned to the HWA and, my God, what a bombshell he and Tristan just dropped on David Jackson!
KK: Jackson's not going to like this Trent, this is the second time that Tristan has fooled him!
TB: And, if Tristan continues to have things his way, it may not be the last time either! We’ll be back with Craven versus Sawyer for the International title!
TB: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our next match of the evening!
KK: Boy, is this one gonna be a doozy!
TB: You couldn’t be more right, Keith. They may be partners, but there is NO love lost between these two men. It’s kind of unfair to put them in a match after the hellish match they were just in, but we’re doing it anyway!
KK: I should expect Craven to be in better shape. He took some lumps from Ryan Marshall but that was nothing compared to what Syren and Tristan did to Sawyer.
A video package plays showing clips of both Craven at Sawyer at their best, fighting both together and against each other. One particular clip shows them winning the tag belts, and then ends with Sawyer holding the International Title. The rest of the clip fades out, showing only the belt as pyros shoot off.
KK: Here comes the challenger of this match, Jason Craven.
“The Cobra’s Hood” by Buckethead plays as Craven walks down to the ring, slapping hands with a few of the fans on his way into the ring.
TB: He seems very determined here, Keith.
KK: Well of course he is, Trent, he obviously blames Sawyer for the loss of his Tag gold and feels he needs to exact his revenge and leave Dublin tonight with a title.
“Enter Sandman” by Metallica hits as Sawyer comes running to the ring, sliding into the ring and throwing punches at Craven as the bell rings.
TB: And here we go!!
KK: Looks like Sawyer’s decided to get the jump on ‘im here!
TB: Remember folks, this is a submissions match, to win the International title, one man must make the other tap out.
KK: Sawyer remembers that, look!
While the two were talking, Sawyer had taken down Craven and applied an arm lock on him. Craven looks as if he’s feeling it a little, but not near enough to make him give.
TB: Jason isn’t giving up that easily, obviously.
With a little adjusting of his weight, Craven uses the arm that’s being locked to throw Sawyer over his shoulder, floating straight into a sleeperhold immediately afterward. Sawyer grabs his arm and stands the both of them up, twisting Craven’s arm into a side armlock.
TB: Interesting little show of technical ability there by both men.
KK: But still, Sawyer’s out on top.
Craven, tired of all the rolling around and putting submission holds on each other, turns to face Sawyer and clotheslines him to the ground. Bouncing off the near ropes, Craven comes back with a big elbow drop to Sawyer’s throat.
TB: Ouch.
Craven gets up and jumps in the air for another one, but Sawyer moves and Craven elbows mat. Sawyer gets to his feet and kicks Craven while he’s down, then stomps him for good measure. He then grabs Craven’s leg and lifts him up before dropping him back down, knee first, onto the mat. Craven says “Ouch” and grabs his knee. Sawyer kicks him in the knee again.
KK: Ouch.
TB: Looks like Sawyer’s working on that knee of Craven’s.
Sawyer backs off to taunt to the fans, who boo him. He gets a pissed look on his face at the crowd’s reaction, and turns to find Craven standing up again, right in his face. Craven throws a right at Sawyer, followed by a left, then again by another right. He continues this until Sawyer is backed up against the turnbuckle. He then punches a few more times for good measure, then lifts him up to the top turnbuckle. Craven climbs up himself, and punches Sawyer another time before setting up for the superplex.
TB: Superplex coming up…
KK: This is gonna hurt!
Craven lifts up Sawyer and falls back, dropping them both to the ground with a superplex. Craven rolls back into a pin, but the referee does nothing, seeing as it’s a submissions match. Craven then gets up and shakes his head, dropping a knee into the back of Sawyer’s neck, followed by another. Sawyer gets up, grabbing his neck and wincing. Craven goes for another big right, but Sawyer ducks it and does a low dropkick into Craven’s knee. Knees just don’t bend that way, and Craven falls over, grabbing his knee. Sawyer capitalizes by doing a few stomps onto the knee, making Craven cry out in pain.
TB: Sawyer’s doing a good job on that knee, this could be it.
Craven slowly gets back to his feet and limps toward Sawyer, who quickly turns and kicks him in the back of the knee, making Craven drop down to one knee. Sawyer bounces off the ropes behind him and comes back with a diving clothesline, taking Craven down to his back. Sawyer gets up and throws both hands in the air triumphantly.
TB: Watch out Sawyer, you haven’t won the match yet.
KK: But he’s about to!!
Sawyer grabs Craven’s legs under his arms and turns him over onto his back, applying a Boston Crab.
TB: Well looky there, a Boston Crab. I wonder what former HWA Superstar used that move in his career.
KK: HALL OF SENSATION! HALL OF SENSATION!!
TB: Good job, Captain Obvious.
Craven cries out in pain, but doesn’t give in. The referee checks him to make sure he’s still conscious, and goes back to watching the move for illegal actions. Meanwhile, Craven begins to drag himself to the edge slowly. Seeing the ropes so close, Sawyer tries to drag him back away, but Craven has a sudden burst of energy and throws himself forward, grasping the bottom rope. The ref makes Sawyer break the hold, which he does grudgingly, getting up and mouthing the ref. Meanwhile, Craven lays at the edge of the ring, dazed. The ref is standing up to Sawyer, not about to take any crap from a guy who’s known as Chewbacca. Sawyer rears back to punch the referee, but the referee ducks under the blow. The mouthfest begins anew. Meanwhile, Craven has come to his senses, and finds a chair from underneath the ring. He pulls it out and stands up while Sawyer throws another punch at the ref, who again ducks, setting Sawyer up for a chair shot right to the back, in full view of the ref, who just smirks and shrugs.
KK: How dare he! That referee should be fined for bad judgment!!
TB: I don’t see the bad judgment there, Keith. Sawyer assaulted him and got his just desserts.
KK: But…but…
Craven raises the chair and brings it back down on Sawyer’s head and neck area. Suddenly, Ryan Marshall comes running down to the ring. The referee runs over to stop him from entering the ring, giving Craven another chance to inflict a chair shot upon Sawyer. Meanwhile, Marshall had climbed up onto the ring apron and decked the referee, who fell over, unconscious. Marshall steps into the ring as Craven turns around with the chair ready, but Marshall dropkicks the chair, impacting it into Craven’s face as he falls as well. Marshall yells a few taunts down at Craven, stomping him a few times, then leaving.
TB: And what was that?!
KK: It looked to me like Ryan Marshal.
TB: Well, of course, but why?
KK: Craven did attack him last week.
TB: …as much as I hate to admit it, you’ve got a point. But once is enough dammit.
Meanwhile, both men are lying out, unmoving. Finally, the referee begins to stir first, slowly rising to his feet. Next, Craven starts up, using the ropes to pull himself back up. He looks over, sees the referee walking over to them, and sees Sawyer waking up as well. Craven smiles as he leans against the ropes, waiting for Sawyer to fully regain consciousness. Sawyer slowly does so, getting back to his feet, and not seeing Craven. He looks around, but before he can check behind him, Craven knees him in the back and then grabs his head and pulls it back into a Dragon Sleeper. Sawyer, taken completely by surprise, taps out quickly, as the ref rings the bell.
TB: And there you have it, folks! Jason Craven makes Dan Sawyer submit and takes his International Title!!
KK: I can’t believe it...I just can't believe it.
Craven lets him go and Sawyer is still in pain despite the release. Craven is handed the International title by Cunningham and looks at it like he’s finally happy. Then he looks down at Sawyer and there is hatred in his face. But validation.
TB: Craven is finally rid of Sawyer, and he doesn’t have to listen to him saying he got him the tag team belt anymore. Craven is an HWA champion, and deservingly so. Well we have to take a break but when we return it will be the culmination of the Fudge Breeze feud!
"Paranoid" by Black Sabboth hit’s the P.A System and the fans go into a frenzy of boos, as Breeze takes a step from the back, a huge grin on his face. Breeze stands at the top of the ramp, with a look of complete determination in his eyes, and a grin of confidence to match. As the fans boo, Breeze simply walks down to the ring, looking out to the people and almost laughing at them. Breeze makes it down to the ring and walks to the steps, climbing them as he reaches them. Upon entering the ring Breeze taunts the crowd once, and then turns around and stands in the center of the ring, looking right back at the entrance way, waiting for Fudge
TB : This match is going to be off the chart with hatred. The fans should not expect to see the calm and collected Fudge that they usually see, and they definately shouldnt expect Breeze to show any remorse
KK : What the should expect is one hell of a match. . .
TB : And a whole lot of blood!
"Whisper" hits the loud speakers as the fans in arena rise to their feet for Fudge. The screams over power the sound of Fudges music as he waits behind the curtains to hold the anticipation a little bit more. As Fudge steps from behind the curtains Breeze takes a step forward and begins to warm up, as Fudge teases him by standing there, without a smile. Fudges eyes have a fire in them as he starts walking towards the ring, the fans extend their arms but Fudge ignores them as his eyes lock with Breezes. Fudge gets the the protective mats and runs at the ring but as he slides in Breeze has slid out to get him, as Breeze turns Fudge jumps to his feet and runs back at the ropes elevating himself all the way over them effortlessly and taking Breeze down. The Bell Rings.
KK : My god, Fudge has got this thing started fast, he is mounting Breeze and using rapid right hands to wear the bigger man down
TB : Fudge wont let up, Breeze is doing all he can to defend himself but it isn’t doing him any good!
Fudge continues the beat down on Breeze. As Breeze seems like he cant take much more in the way of right hands, Fudge lets up. Fudge takes a step backwards and allows for Breeze to get to his feet, when he does Breeze sprints at Fudge who takes him down with a drop toe hold. Fudge then springs back to his feet, as Breeze too gets up quickly. Fudge looks at Breeze before running at him. Breeze grabs Fudge and lifts him into the air by his legs over Breezes head. Somehow while in mid air Fudge has the know how to hit the barricade and balance on it, springing backwards Fudge connects with a super kick type move, staggering Breeze. As Breeze goes down, Fudge looks out to the crowd and taunts them
TB : How did he do that?! He floated all the way over Breeze and landed on a piece of metal that must be an inch and a half thick!
KK : Breeze is going to get very angry, very fast!
Fudge turns around and as he does Breeze has made it to his feet. Breeze meets Fudge with a right hand, and another all the time backing Fudge into the barricade. Fudge seems to be getting taken back when Breeze whips him towards the steal ring steps, however as he does Fudge reverses it and sends Breeze crashing into them with his back taking the biggest part of the impact. As Breeze slowly gets up Fudge sprints at him and again Breeze lowers his body and elevates Fudge over his head, and again Fudge lands like a cat. Landing on the middle ring ropes, Breeze turns around just in time for Fudge to leap off with a moonsault, however Breeze anticipates this and catches Fudge before dropping him face first on the steal ring steps
TB : My god, Breeze is so strong... Fudge has to take that into account!
KK : Its too late, Breeze will own Fudge now!
Breeze looks down on Fudge and laughs before lifting Fudge to his feet and whipping him across the ring front and into the padded barricades. Fudge puts a dent in the barricade and even more so as Breeze sprints at him and clotheslines him forcing the barricade to move back at least three inches. Fudge flops to the ground as Breeze begins to stomp Fudge
Breeze takes a step back and then lifts Fudge to his feet. Breeze drags Fudge to the ring and rolls him in, then he grabs Fudges leg and drags him to the ring post. Once at the ring post Breeze rips on Fudges legs and Fudge snaps to the ring post
KK : Obviously Breeze doesn’t want Fudge to have any children
TB : That move will slow anybody down, but I don’t think Breeze had only that intention
Breeze releases Fudges left leg and then takes two steps right while holding Fudges right leg. Breeze usues all his power to slam Fudges leg against the steal ring post, as Fudge screams out in pain. Breeze grabs Fudge by the leg again and rips the knee brace off Fudges leg, and once again slams his leg into the post, throwing the knee brace into the ring. Fudge screams in pain and rolls to the side and out of the ring, clutching his knee. Breeze looks down on Fudge and then lifts him to his feet, Fudge drops to his knees
TB : Breeze has taken out Fudges knee, he knows he cant stand now
Breeze lifts Fudge again and throws him into the barricade again. Breeze takes several steps back and as Fudge gets to his feet, with great difficulty, Breeze sprints at Fudge and goes for the Lightning Strikes Gore, but Fudge uses his arms to raise his body above Breeze, but as Fudge holds the barricade Breeze hits it, which stuns Fudge and he falls backwards into the crowd. Breeze is lay on the floor holding his head as Fudge gets up fairly quickly, still with a noticable limp. Fudge reaches over the barricade and grabs Breeze by the hair lifting him up and over the barricade. Keeping hold of Breeze, Fudge begins to punch Breeze and also drag him through the crowd
KK : This match is a normal, rule oriented match, and yet I havent seen one rule enforced!
TB : They're headed to the back, right through the fans. We have a camera on standby...
Breeze begins to fight back, punching Fudge in the ribs, but Fudge replies with a right of his own and it soon becomes less of a drag and more of a fight through the crowd. Breeze gains the upper hand and foces Fudge backwards and into a wall, Breeze begins to hit quick body shots on Fudge, who spits blood into Breezes face as he folds in half after a particularly bad right hand. Breeze, seeing blood capitalizes and lifts Fudge to a vertical base again, before pushing him backwards into the wall with all his might. Fudge bounces back at Breeze who grabs Fudge by the hair, spins around and drives Fudge head first into the wall, causing Fudge to practically split at the seem as blood pours from Fudges head
TB : Fudge cant seriously continue to fight back in this match, Breeze has too much power
KK : Breeze was always going to win, and Breeze knew it
As Fudge begins to drop down Breeze keeps him up and then throws the dead weight of Fudge over his shoulder like a child. Breeze begins to carry Fudge around the edge of the crowd until they reach a locked door. Breeze takes a couple of steps back and then charges at the door. Mere inches before the door Fudge drops behind Breeze and pushes him into the door, using Breezes own momentum against him and sending him crashing through the door
TB : I dont know how Fudge can even move
KK : Do i really have to explain this?
Fudge begins to crawl through the door as we see that Breeze was pushes into some metal carrier crates. Breeze is folded over the crates, seeing that he can capitalise, Fudge does so. Getting to his feet with all his strength, Fudge wiats for Breeze to lift his head just a little and as he does Fudge runs at Breeze, leap frogs over Breezes back and drives him head first into the metal carrier crate with an amazing bulldog, busting Breeze wide open
TB : My god, now Breeze is bleeding!
KK : This match is everything that it ISNT supposed to be!
Fudge gets back to his feet as Breeze stumbles backwards from the crate, not falling just yet. Breeze sees and tastes his own blood, we can see the anger rushing through Breezes body. Fudge looks at Breeze, Breeze looks at Fudge and then the two run around the crate and begin another vicious fist fight, this time Fudge gains the upper hand and whips Breeze into a wall, following him in Fudge connects with a gut wreching dropkick which sends the back of Breezes head into the wall, Breeze falls face first to the ground, as Fudge gets up showing signs of wear
TB : These two men have taken it out of themselves
Fudge grabs Breezes arm and begins to drag him somewhere. Fudge reaches a wooden palet that is on wheels and hoists Breezes limp body onto it. Fudge looks up and sees a glass window, he bends down and grabs Breezes shoulders, sprinting towards the wall with amazing speed, but as he gets close to the wall Breeze reverses the grip and launches Fudge into the air and straight through the glass window, and crashing into the wall that must be four feet opposite of the window
KK : WHAT THE HELL?!
TB : STOP THIS NOW!
Fudges body is a bloody mess, and his attire is shreaded, however Breeze doesnt care about this. Breeze gets to his feet and climbs through where the window once was, grabing Fudge he lifts him and begins tossing him from wall to wall, bouncing Fudge of the two walls. Breeze stops and we can see that Fudges whole body has by now gone limp, so Breeze lifts Fudge to his shoulder and climbs back out of the room. Breeze walks towards the locker room area and as he does he drives Fudges head into the walls along the way. Breeze then reaches the fourth or fifth locker room along and drives Fudge head first through the door, releasing Fudge as he does. The door comes clean off its hinges as Breeze stands, regaining his breath, Fudge is down, and doesnt seem to be getting up
TB : What has Fudge gotten himself into?!
KK : A world of pain by the looks of it!
With Fudges body a broken down mess Breeze slowly walks into the locker room, and it is now that we see whose locker room it is. It is Fudge and Christines locker room. As Breeze lifts Fudge to his feet, he is stopped by a young woman jumping onto his back, Breeze smirks, knowing who it is. Breeze drops Fudge onto the leather sofa as the blood begins to soak it through. The woman is Christine, she had seen them coming. Breeze reaches his hand back and grabs Christines hair, as he tries to throw Christine off his back, she locks her legs around his body and he cant. Breeze turns around, leaving his back to Fudge, who by now is somehow managing to get to his feet. As Fudge gets up Christine drops from Breezes back, Breeze swings around to hit Christine but she ducks and Fudge elevates himself into the air and nails Breeze in the side of the head with an extreme right kick
KK : That little whore!
Breeze is rocked by the blow, and he stumbles from the locker room, Fudge slowly gets back to his feet and walks at Breeze who comes straight at Fudge with a right hand, which Fudge ducks and nails two of his own, and then kicks Breeze in the stomach. Breeze staggers back, and begins walking away from Fudge, who follows. Fudge runs at Breeze and dives on him, taking him down and connecting with some serious rights to the back of Breezes head. Fudge then stands up and begins kicking Breeze. Fudge then walks a few steps away and leans over a table, regaining his composure
TB : Fudge is very worn down, I dont know if this is going to be enough to beat Breeze
KK : They arent even in the ring!
Fudge waits for Breeze to get up and when he does Fudge runs towards the wall and runs across the wall nailing Breeze with a cross body, and taking Breeze down again. Fudge this time gets up and lifts Breeze, trying to be fast. Fudge then grabs Breeze by the hair and drives him between the two walls head first, which severely dazes Breeze, who drops to a knee, only to receive several kicks to the head and gut. Fudge grabs Breeze by the head and lifts him to his feet, dragging him to the public area. We see the fans all around us as Fudge and Breeze step through the door
TB : Well the fans are going to get closer to these two than they had expected
KK : This thing is one hell of a match
TB : And is anything going to end it? These two dont want to stop!
Fudge drags Breeze straight to the hot dog stand and whips him into it, making the hot dog stand move as it is on wheels. Fudge leans over for a split second and then follows up grabbing Breeze by the hair he lifts him up, but as he does Breeze nails Fudge with a low blow, Fudge crockles over, as Breeze slowly gets to his feet and throws Fudges head between his legs. Lifting Fudge into the air, Breeze looks to powerbomb Fudge on the floor, but Fudge punches Breezes head and knocks him backwards. Breeze is now lying on the steaming hot metal that the hot dogs are being cooked in, scorching Breezes back. Fudge jumps off and Breeze falls forwards and turns to his back, arching it away from the floor and screaming out in pain
TB : Breezes back has been scortched
KK : This match cant get anymore extreme
TB : Oh yes it can!
As Trent says those words Fudge has grabbed a folding chair, and he is walking towards Breeze. Breeze is slowly getting up, as Fudge steps closer Breeze jumps to his feet and begins to fight Fudge, punching and kicking him, right over the the merchandise stand. Fudge drops the chair as Breeze nails a big right hand. Breeze waits for Fudge to stagger backwards into the front of the merchandise stand, and when he does Breeze sprints at him at hits Lightning Strikes straight over the tables, and sending both men into the merchandise stand
TB : My God! What power!
KK : By the way fans, those two arent for sale
The two men muster all their strenght and drag themselves to their feet using anything that they can. Breeze grabs Fudges head and drives it backwards into the wall, Fudge falls forward on to the tables, and Breeze pushes him over them and out of the merchandise stand. Breeze follows
TB : Are they going to head back here now?
Breeze grabs a hold of Fudge and Fudge nails a right hand, shocking Breeze. The two begin to fight trhough the absolute mound of fans that have surrounded them by this point. Fudge drops to a knee as Breeze begins to pound on him even more then before. Breeze rips Fudge up to his feet and forces him towards the fans entrance of the arena
TB : They're coming this way!
KK : Breeze must be ready to finish Fudge off
Breeze drags Fudge in the way that is closest to the ramp. Once the two have entered back into the arena, Breeze takes Fudge straight to the barrier and throws him over it, he then climbs over it himself. Fudge is trying to crawl but Breeze gives him a stiff kick to the ribs, causing Fudge to roll on to his back. Breeze then picks Fudge up and takes him to the steps that take them back to the entrance way. Breeze lifts Fudge above his head and slams him down hard, as he does Fudge grabs his back. Breeze then lifts Fudge and elevates him into a vertical suplex, however Breeze drops him face first onto the steal
TB : What the hell?! I thought he was bringing him back here!
KK : Maybe he needs to make him weaker
TB : Fudge cant BE any weaker!
Breeze leans over and grabs a hold of Fudge and takes him to the top of the ramp, Breeze nails a hard right hand and as he does Fudge flies backwards and begins rolling down the ramp, stopping after only a few feet. Breeze walks down smiling, perhaps knowing that the match is in the bag. Fudge tries to get back to his feet but its too hard, he makes it to his knees, but Breeze runs in and hits a big boot to the side of Fudges head sending him rolling another few feet. Fudge rolls straight back onto his knees and as he coughs the blood up, Breeze brings him to his feet and throws him into the barrier, causing Fudge to drop down in pain
TB : Why does Fudge fight for so long? Breeze clearly has him beat now!
Breeze stalks Fudge, who slowly gets to his feet, as he does Breeze lunges is with a knee to the abdoman, and then whipes Fudge over to the ring steps, but Fudge reverses it and with all his strength he has left throws Breeze into the ring steps, dropping to his knees in the process. Fudge gets to his feet and staggers over to Breeze, who by now has managed to get to his feet. Fudge nails a big right on Breeze then rolls him into the ring. Fudge rolls in after him, and takes a second to lie on his back and recover
TB : Well Fudge must be drained now, he has lost more blood than we can imagine, its already staining the mat
KK : How weak is he now? Weak enough for Breeze to beat, no doubt
Fudge grabs the ropes and gts to his feet, walking over to Breeze. As Fudge reaches Breeze he is greeted by a right hand to the stomach, and then another, but Fudge nails a right of his own, then a left and then a big kick. Breeze begins to fight his way up, and Fudge begins to back away and drive harder fists to the face of Breeze, which stagger him back into the ropes as he reaches his feet. Fudge sprints over to Breeze and dives at him with a high cross body, but Breeze catches him and thows him backwards over his head and to the concrete below
TB : He still has plenty of power
Breeze follows Fudge out, and Fudge has made his way back into the crowd. Breeze seems angry but follows him none the less. Fudge however seems to be leading Breeze somewhere. Fudge makes his way to right behind the announcers table and stands there. Breeze walks around and when he meets Fudge, he is met with a right boot to the stomach and then a right to the face, backing Breeze into the little aisle that is created in the crowd, as Breeze is dazed Fudge reaches over and grabs a chair from behind the barrier and with Breeze running at him, Fudge swings the chair full force nailing Breeze between the eyes and sending him about six rows back
TB : They're right behind us, and believe me when I say the camera did not do that chair shot justice!
KK : Fudge has Breeze down and now he is coming back to the ring?
TB : Yeah, Fudge just jumped the barricade, he is getting in the ring
Fudge stands in the center of the ring, seemingly waiting for Breeze to get up. Breeze slowly does and he is six rows into the crowd. He stumbles forward a row or two and holds his head, meanwhile Fudge sprints at the opposite ropes bounces off them, runs back dives up and springboards off the top rope, straight over the commentators heads and right on to Breeze, taking him down with a vengeance
KK : HOLY SHIT!
TB : How did he do that?!
KK : I have never seen anything like that!
TB : If Breeze ISNT dead then Fudge for damn sure IS!
Fudges body has been folded up and broken down, and Breeze has ended up underneath the wreck that is Fudges body. Fudge slowly rolls off Breeze and with help from a couple of fans he gets up to his feet, and grabs Breezes leg and begins to drag him towards the ring. As Fudge has his back pressed on the barricade Breeze kicks him in the face with his free foot, sending Fudge over the barricade and straight behind Keith Kincaid and Trent Brown
TB : Woah! Keith I think its time for us to move...
KK : I'm all for that plan
The commentators move, Breeze gets to his feet, and Fudge is still down but beginning to get up. Breeze climbs over the barricade and grabs Fudge, lifting him he rolls him on to the commentators table. Breeze then walks to the ring and jumps on the apron. Breeze accends to the top ropes, however he hesitates with the move, and that hesitation gives Fudge time to get up to the ring apron and drive a fist into the sternum of Breeze. Fudge then climbs to the top ropes, beside Breeze
TB : This is bad either way!
KK : This is going to destroy somebody
Fudge somehow leaps to Breezes shoulders, looking for a hurracarana, however Breeze dives forward and delivers a hellacious sit out powerbomb through the announcers table. As Fudges head bounces off the table, and he lies there a bloody mess, Breeze drops backwards, and the two lie entangled in wires, shards of wood and each others broken bodies
TB : Stop the match, somebody please stop the match!
Neither man move, and the medics make their way down to the ring, it seems that the match is over with both men destroyed on the outside of the ring, underneath the table that has just exploded on impact
KK : This brings back memories of when Morgoth drove Fudge down through a table, with that exact same move
TB : Last time this happened, Fudge was sidelined for some time. We can only hope both these men are okay...
As the medics attend to both men, Breeze starts to come around, he drags his own body out of the group of medics and forces himself to the apron of the ring, grabbing it and using it to bring himself to his feet and roll into the ring, where he lies motionless
TB : Fudge still isn’t moving, he's been through hell already... I think Breeze has done what he claimed he could, I think he has ended Fudge
KK : We've seen Fudge in two states before, battered and bloody... And driven twenty feet down, now all we see is the impact of both combined, and it doesn’t look good for the Five time HWA World Champion...
Fudge is about to be lifted on to a stretcher when he reaches out and grabs a medics arm, telling him to move, the medic does as Fudge asks, and Fudge slowly drags himself to the ring, lying outside it for a few moments trying to find the strength to get to his feet, trying to find a way to continue in the match. Fudge reaches his hand to the apron and then it drops back down
TB : He hasn’t got anything left, why has he got to be the hero, why cant he just quit?!
Fudge reaches up again, this time his hand stays on the apron (side skirt) Fudge reaches his other hand up to the apron, and with all the strength he can muster he drags himself up until his chin is on the apron, at which point Breeze sees him and gets to his feet, running at Fudge with a baseball slide. Fudge ducks down and Breeze slides out of the ring, as he turns around Fudge throws his arm up and nails a huge low blow, sending Breeze back a few steps, and dropping him to his knees
KK : I’ll give him his due, he isn’t quitting!
Fudge then forces himself up and into the ring, where he grabs the ropes and again forces himself up. Fudge releases the ropes and stands up on his own, staggering to the center of the ring. As he does Breeze gets up and gets back into the ring, Fudge goes straight after Breeze nailing him with everything he has left, as a last ditch effort. Fudge backs Breeze into the ropes, Breeze bounces back at Fudge with a vicious clothesline but Fudge drops to the mat and Breeze nails the referee, taking him down
TB : This can NOT be good!
Fudge gets to his feet as Breeze checks on the referee. Fudge grabs the knee brace that Breeze ripped off him before and as Breeze turns around Fudge throws it to him, Breeze makes the catch. Breeze looks down at the brace and throws his entire body into nailing Fudge with the knee brace, but he misses, and as Breeze is turning back around Fudge leaps in to the air and sweeps Breezes legs out from under him with his left leg, and at the same time he connects with the knee brace, and Breezes face with his right leg, knocking the brace out of the ring, and Breeze out cold as another referee is already on his way down
TB : THE FUDGE U!!
KK : And straight into the knee brace, Breeze has to be out cold!
Fudge falls on to Breeze, and into a cover as the new referee slides into the ring and counts
TB : One....
KK : Two...
TB : THREE!!
Fudge rolls off Breeze as Breeze lies practically unconcious on the mat. Fudge sits up against the turnbuckles and looks at Breeze, feeling the blood all over his body. Fudge drops down to his back and rolls out of the ring, Fudge walks to the fans and slaps hands with some of them as he walks to the back with the last drop of strength he has left
TB: What a match!
Brasdon: Thunder, any words before your match starts?
Thunder: What kinda words were you looking for, kid?
Brasdon: Anything you have to say about the match or about your opponent and such.
Thunder: Sure, I could stand here and talk all day long just like Kevin Conner does with his time. But from watching him I see how painfully boring that is, so I won't, I'm just gonna to out there, kick this guys ass back to wherever the hell he came from, pick up my title, hold it far above my head and come back here. I'd rather settle my issues in the ring than on the mic. How does that sound, kid?
Brasdon: Sounds great, Thunder. Good luck.
Thunder: Thanks.
[Thunder begins to walk away then turns and walks back]
Thunder: You know, kid, I never got your name.
Brasdon: Brasdon. Tyler Brasdon.
Thunder: Brasdon...okay. Well, Tyler Brasdon, I have to go teach this idiot some true respect, and some true talent. Talk to you some other time.
Brasdon: Will do. Later, man.
Thunder: Sure. Be sure to watch the match, you might learn something.
[Thunder walks off-screen.]
"Fear" by Disturbed plays as Blue Thunder comes walking out to challenge for the HWA world title.
TB: You know, Thunder has come across as supremely confident, maybe even a little arrogant, ever since he joined the HWA again. But with a win here he becomes the HWA champion, and all of those boasts instantly become validated.
KK: This guy is huge but I know Conner and he’ll find a way to win.
”King of My Way” hits and the champ walks out to loud boos. Conner holds the HWA title held high and points to Thunder like you’ll never get this when he gets in the ring. Thunder just looks at him like let’s get this underway shall we?
TB: Thunder isn’t fooled by Conner’s false bravado.
KK: False bravado? That bravado is all real my friend.
The bell rings. Conner is unsure how to start yet again, just like in the match that ended in a disqualification for him. He bounces off the ropes and hits a clothesline but Thunder doesn’t fall. Thunder reaches to grab him but Conner runs away. Conner bounces off the ropes again and it looks like he’s going for another clothesline but at the last second slides into a dropkick to the knees and sends Thunder toppling down.
KK: Did you see that? That first clothesline was just a set up to get Thunder to drop his guard.
Conner gets up thinking he has the upper hand but Thunder is up quick himself. He grabs Conner by the head and drives it into his knee.
TB: Thunder showing surprising quickness for such a large guy.
Thunder pulls Conner up who is woozy. He irish whips him hard into the turnbuckle and Conner comes stumbling back to him, almost out on his feet. Thunder grabs Conner by the throat. He says some last words to Conner that we cannot hear and then delivers a brutal chokeslam to him. Thunder covers 1 . . . 2 . . . 3.
TB: New champion! Blue Thunder just utterly obliterated our HWA World Champion! Can anything stop this force???
KK: Man . . . what a let down for an HWA main event.
Suddenly the HWAtron flickers on. We see Dan Sawyer backstage in his locker room, facedown in a pool of blood in his locker room. EMT workers are getting on the scene to attend to him. They turn him over and are horrified to find, carved into his chest and bleeding, the words “My Path is Defined”. The HWAtron immediately goes off as if whoever was in charge of it realized children may be watching and shouldn’t see such ghastly images.
TB: What the . . .
KK: What the hell happened to Sawyer? Someone carved him up like a Thanksgiving Day turkey!
TB: I can’t believe this folks . . . someone brutally attacked Dan Sawyer . . . we don’t even know if he’s alive.
KK: I can’t believe this . . . who would . . .
TB: Wow . . . this almost seems unimportant now, but I’ve just been given some information on some matches for next week. Since Alex Mysterio is number one contender for the International title now, he will get his shot against the new champ Jason Craven! And Evan Blane will finally get his World title shot owed to him by being third to last man out in the battle royal last month, he will face Blue Thunder for Thunder’s first defense. And get this, there will be a battle royal to determine a new world title number one contender! Looks to be good.
Suddenly “Purple Haze” hits as David Jackson comes waltzing out with a mic.
TB: Why did I think that Rebirth could end without this guy getting his final words in?
Jackson gets in the ring and is looking smarmy as the boos rain down on him. He brings the mic up to talk but before he can even get a word out "November Rain" hits and Jackson gets a look of disgust on his face. Judge steps out onto the ramp with a microphone is his hand.
Judge: "Jackson what are you bitching about now? I mean really everyone is so sick of your crap. Hell why do you think I was hired, because you are nothing more then a whining bitch who can't handle it."
Jackson: "You are making a huge mistake Judge. I got guys on my side, guys who could take old timers like you, Grimjack, and Sett out."
Judge: "I figured you would, that's why I went out and got a little backup of my own. I mean I can hire and fire anyone I want without having to consult you first, so that's exactly what I did. Ladies and Gentlemen meet my new army."
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!"
The man from the opening of the show appears on the ramp, cracking his knuckles 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 the man holds the ropes open for Judge who slides in, the two then wait, all smiles as if the world is an inside joke and only they know the punchline.
Judge: "Ladies and Gentleman meet Draven Masters. Oh and Jackson, meet your new worst nightmare."
Jackson: "He doesn't look so tough, guys come destroy this piece of shit."
Nobody comes out to help Jackson.
Jackson: "Guys, hello come destroy this sorry no talent sack of shit if you want to keep your job."
Judge: "If anyone comes out of the dressing room considered yourself fired immediately."
Jackson: "If they don't come out I'll fire them."
Judge: "Then I'll re-hire them. Jackson you can't win, face it."
Jackson "you piece of SH...."
Masters doesn't let Jackson finish as Masters charges him and plants him with a spear that look as though it could have broken Jackson in half. Draven then picks Jackson up and places his arm behind his back, Draven holds Jackson's arm back behind him and picks him up in a vicous chokeslam driving all of Jackson's weight down on his arm trying to break the arm. Jackson writhes in pain as Judge and Draven Masters laugh
TB: I wonder why Dan Sawyer or the masked man didn’t come out to help Jackson? Judge may fire them but Jackson could just rehire them. They really cancel each other out.
Suddenly the masked man comes running out full speed looking like he is on a mission and slides into the ring. Judge and Draven Masters are ready and start trading blows with him. They double irish whip him across the ring but he hits a double clothesline on both of them. Masters is first to get up but the masked man gives him a tilt a whirl back breaker. Judge gets up but the masked man somehow lifts him on his shoulders and gives him a DVD.
TB: How the hell can he do that???
Suddenly though “Cicatriz ESP” hits and Grimjack is running out gangbusters and slides into the ring. He starts trading punches with the masked man and they battle all over the ring. Grimjack starts to get the better of him when the masked man eye gouges him. Grimjack is stunned and the masked man spins him around and gives him an orange crush to the back of the head and Grimjack is down.
KK: I really want to know who this guy is now . . . he’s destroying people!
The masked man bends down to check on Jackson who is starting to regain consciousness. Suddenly Draven Masters kips up though. The masked man doesn’t realize. Masters measures him up and hits a lethal super kick to the back of the skull. The masked man is down now. Judge is up and he and Masters hold the masked man down. Judge gets a mic.
Judge: Let’s unmask this asshole and find out just who has the balls to take us all on!
The fans go nuts at the thought of finding out who it is. Masters nods his head and while Judge holds him Masters rips the mask off. But the face isn’t one anyone recognizes.
TB: What? All this hype? I’ve never seen that guy in my life?
KK: Yeah, he’s a young punk. I was imagining someone important, an HWA legend. Danny Starr, TCO, Hollywood D, Ryan Maxem . . . I don’t know! Anyone but some damn rookie! What a let down!
Suddenly though the masked man’s strange trippy music hits and out from behind the curtain walks a masked man, another masked man who looks exactly the same as the one from before.
TB: What? Who . . . wow . . . shit . . . wow.
KK: I knew it! A decoy masked man!
Judge and Masters stand up and look towards the ramp at the man in shock. Grimjack is starting to pull himself up. Meanwhile David Jackson and the unmasked man slide out of the ring unnoticed. The masked man on the stage has a mic and starts to talk in his muffled voice.
Masked Man: Fools . . . did you think I could be foiled so easily. You may have succeeded in unmasking my partner . . . Dylan Wolfe . . . but I remain unknown. And you will be shocked to find out just who I am . . . but that will wait. Until I say it is time.
TB: I can’t believe it . . . tell us who you are dammit!
Judge grabs a mic.
Judge: Reveal yourself you coward! And come down here and face us if you’re so powerful!
Masked man: Do you really think I would waste my time in a physical fight? Grimjack and Judge . . . two of the three people Jackson desires to be rid of, standing in the ring together. My plan has worked perfectly. Your “legacy” will remain perhaps . . . but your lives are over . . .
TB: What is he talking about Keith? . . . I don’t like the sound of this . . .
The masked man pulls a remote control device out of his pocket. It’s a small black box with a button and an antenna.
Masked Man: I’ve rigged the ring with explosions . . .
Grimjack, hearing this and thinking fast pushes Draven Masters and Judge out of the ring. The masked man had planned on continuing to talk and gloat but sees this happening and pushes the button and the ring immediately explodes.
TB: OH MY GOD HE JUST BLEW UP THE RING!!!
KK: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT MYSELF!
The crowd is in shock and everyone is rushing to the exits to get out. Only the ring has exploded but it seems that some people have been injured by shrapnel. Judge is bleeding from the arm and leg, Masters has a bloody wound on his back, they are the worst off for being closest to the blast. Some fans in the front rows are injured as well. Security guards are rushing to take charge of the situation.
TB: This is chaos Keith . . . I don’t know what to say. The masked man, Jackson, they are nowhere to be seen. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is getting everyone to safety. My God, the ring is a charred hole in the ground . . . nothing is left . . . I don’t think Grimjack got clear in time.
KK: I don’t see him anywhere. I see Masters and Judge, they’re hurt bad but I think they’re alive.
Security guards and EMT workers are seen attending to injured people. Tristan Wolfe and Sett are seen volunteering to help people.
TB: I just realized something Keith . . . this is almost exactly one year to the day of HWA Jam . . . the riot in Mexico . . . when Grimjack disappeared.
KK: What a terrible coincidence. I know I’ve said some disparaging things about Grim but I’m going top pray that he somehow made it and survived that blast . . . but it doesn’t look good.
TB: I’m sorry that we have to leave all of you HWA fans on such a sad note . . . this is a tragedy for sure . . . . hopefully the HWA can survive this . . . this is Trent Brown for Keith Kincaid signing off. We’ll see you next week for Survival . . . hopefully.