HWA Sunday Night Survival kicks off with a video package of ReBirth, highlighting the main moments of last week’s PPV. In the first match, we see Syren beating Bigg Money with the Breakdown off the top rope. Up next are images from Nate’s “phenomenal” match against Dylan Wolfe, with Hartman impressively picking up the victory. Then, we see Sett beat the returning Fat Larry White to become the #1 Contender to the International Title. The next series of shots, we see the brutal feud between Kevin Conner and Dexil Midnight in which Conner saves Erin Wallace from a horrible situation. We then see the intense Battle Royal as superstar after superstar is eliminated until it’s down to the final four. Danny Starr eliminating Michael Diamond is shown, followed by the controversial finish in which both Starr and Conner fell over the ropes and landed on the outside basically at the same time. The shocking announcement that Ron Royalty is no longer in charge of the HWA is revealed as both he and Michael Diamond are escorted from the arena. We then see Danny Starr and Kevin Conner valiantly fighting off the odds as we see a collage of images, culminating with Starr locking Jackson in the Halls of Sensation and Conner getting the pin. The return of Fudge is highlighted, followed by Michael Diamond’s turn on Danny Starr. The HWATron fades to darkness as fireworks and pyros erupt from the stage. The camera pans around the arena as we see the fans packed in for yet another exciting HWA event. Among the many fans in attendance, some of the signs read: “Syren, Will You Marry Me?”, “Jackson Fears The Sensation”, and “WWF: We Want Fudge!”
TB: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another edition of Sunday Night Survival! I’m Trent Brown and, as always, alongside me is my partner Keith Kincaid!
KK: Don’t say the word “partner” like that Trent, people might think that we’re gay. Actually, let me re-phase that, people might think that I’m gay.
TB: Well as Keith figures out what sexual orientation he is, it appears we’re kicking off Survival tonight with a word from the HWA President, David Jackson!
David Jackson: Hello all, and welcome to HWA Sunday Night Survival!
The fans boo as Jackson basked in all the negative energy.
David Jackson: That’s right, it is I… YOUR HWA President! Please, please – hold your applause.
An “Asshole” chant starts up as this seems to have penetrated Jackson’s hallucination of being popular as he glares out at the crowd, a snarl on his face.
David Jackson: Say what you want, but I’m the man around here now! Royalty is gone for good and you know what that means!? That means that I’m in complete control! That means that I’m the one who calls the shots! So you best show me some damn respect right now!
The fans boo in response as Jackson seems to take that as the respect he needed, for a smile came across his face.
David Jackson: Now then, if you all don’t mind… I’d like to get a little something off my chest. You see, despite my best efforts, I was unsuccessful in keeping all you low-life fans from spending your hard earned cash on watching something as worthless as HWA television! As a result, the PPV was actually rather quite profitable. Not that I’m complaining, I can always use a little extra cash in my pocket.
Jackson laughed as the fans started up another “Asshole” chant. Rather then let them get under his skin, Jackson simply ignored the fans this time around.
David Jackson: Still, ReBirth was rather quite the eventful evening. Not only did I bitch-slap Ron Royalty right in his backyard of England, I also rid the HWA of “Your Hero” Michael Diamond.
Hearing his name, the fans cheered loudly as an enormous “Diamond” chant started up among the crowd, forcing Jackson to stop.
TB: Rousing ovation for Michael Diamond.
KK: Yeah, I hope he can hear it all the way back in his mansion in Hartford.
Jackson sneered out at the disgusting fans as the chant went from “Diamond” to “We Want Diamond”.
David Jackson: Since when did I ever give a fuck about what you wanted!?
The fans booed as a smirk came across Jackson’s face.
David Jackson: Now then, where was I? Ah yes, now that I have disposed of Royalty and Diamond, it’s time I turn my intentions to another individual who continues to defy my supreme power. So, Syren… if you would please get that pretty little ass of yours out here.
The fans cheered at the mention of the name “Syren” as Jackson stood impatiently in the ring, looking up the ramp.
TB: Syren? What does he want with her?
KK: I think we’re about to find out.
“Sweet Dreams” plays over the sound system as Syren emerges from the back, a nervous look on her face. Walking down the rampway, Syren waves to her adoring fans, acknowledging the positive crowd reaction. Sliding under the ropes, Syren pushes herself up to her feet as she comes face-to-face with Jackson. Her music cuts off as a small chant of “Syren” starts up among the crowd.
David Jackson: Syren… Syren… Syren… whatever am I to do with you, hmm?
Jackson begins to pace around her, like a lion stalking his prey.
David Jackson: I mean, you’ve been back for what… two weeks now? And already you have all of the men back in that locker room pussy-whipped!? That’s rather quite impressive.
Jackson stops behind her, running a finger down the base of Syren’s spine, sending a cold shiver through her body. Jackson smirks at this as he walks back to the front of Syren.
David Jackson: Well I got news for you missy, David Jackson is no one’s bitch!
Jackson gets right in Syren’s face as Syren backs off a bit, not sure if she should be preparing herself for a fight with the HWA President.
David Jackson: Still…
Jackson seems to regain his composure, backing away from Syren and pacing around her once more.
David Jackson: … there’s no denying that you have talent; talent that is – how should I say? – not limited to the inside of this ring?
Syren cast Jackson an evil glare as a smirk came across Jackson’s face.
David Jackson: Oh come now Syren, we all saw your little lap dance for the now defunct Ron Royalty. And though I admire your technique in acquiring a job within the HWA, I’m afraid that you got the short end of the stick.
Jackson laughed to himself as Syren looked around her, worried what it was that Jackson had in store for her.
David Jackson: You see Syren… I have a dilemma.
Jackson reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. The fans, reminded of Michael Diamond’s firing, began booing once again as Jackson unfolded the piece of paper.
David Jackson: This piece of paper that I’m holding in my hand, it’s your HWA contract. Now on this contract is none-other then Ron Royalty’s signature – a signature that no longer holds any power here in the HWA. So you see, I have a tough decision ahead of me. I can either keep you on board as a superstar in the HWA…
The fans cheered this action as Jackson brushed aside a string of Syren’s locks, leaning in close to the blonde beauty.
David Jackson: Or… I can fire you!
Syren seemed near tears, her dream on the verge of coming to an end. She backed away from Jackson as an evil grin came across Jackson’s face.
David Jackson: But I’m a fair man, Syren. I’m willing to give you a shot at keeping your HWA contract. The only question is… how far are you willing to go to keep your job in the HWA?
A look of sheer horror crept across Syren’s face as Jackson grinned again.
TB: Oh come on now, just what exactly is Jackson trying to do to this poor girl?
Syren looked out at the crowd, looking for answers. She found none, the fans shocked at Jackson’s demeanor. She appeared defeated, her once-strong spirit broken. Syren reached her hand out, asking for the mic. The smirk still present on his face, Jackson gladly handed her the microphone as he backed up, waiting for her answer.
Syren: Jackson… I…
Syren choked up, struggling to get the words out.
TB: This is just sick! I can’t believe Jackson is doing this to Syren!
KK: We knew we were in trouble when Jackson assumed full control of the HWA, Trent. Though I can’t blame Jackson’s intention for getting together with Syren, I must say that even I’m shocked he’d go about it in this manner.
The fans chanted “Syren”, assuring the former HWA World Champion that no matter what her decision, they were behind her. Mustering up her strength, Syren raised the mic to her quivering lips once more. But before she even had a chance to respond, “Points of Authority” by Linkin Park hit over the loud speakers.
TB: What!? No! It can’t be!
The fans nearly erupted into a thousand flesh particles as Michael Diamond emerged from behind the curtain and he walked down the rampway, a look of sheer determination in his eyes. Jackson appeared mildly annoyed by this as everyone else, including Syren, were happy to see “Your Hero” back.
TB: It’s Michael Diamond! Michael Diamond is back!
KK: But how is this possible!? Jackson fired Diamond!
Diamond rolled into the ring and immediately got in Jackson’s face, glaring intently at the HWA President. Jackson stood his ground however, acting as if he had some sort of immunity. Diamond tore his gaze off of Jackson as he walked over to Syren, speaking a few reassuring words to her before politely taking the microphone from her.
Michael Diamond: I’ve heard enough out of you, Jackson!
The fans cheered in response as Michael got in Jackson’s face again.
Michael Diamond: This was not part of our agreement!
The fans cheers died, the crowd in shock. Syren, too, appeared shocked at the words that had come out of Michael Diamond’s mouth.
TB: What!?
KK: I knew it! I knew it! Michael Diamond sold out!
Michael Diamond: I explicitly remember you telling me that if I signed under your name, Syren would be granted immunity. Now are you backing out of that agreement, Jackson?
The fans didn’t know what to think as Jackson shook his head and walked over to the ropes, requesting a mic so that he could counter-act Diamond’s statement.
David Jackson: Unlike Ron Royalty, I’m a man of my word Diamond. Syren’s tenure here in the HWA is safe… thanks to you.
Jackson seemed displeased at this but Syren, and the fans, couldn’t be more happier.
David Jackson: Still, you forget your place Michael! You work for me now!
The fans booed in response as Diamond glared at the HWA President.
David Jackson: And as per our agreement, you’re not allowed to touch me! So you best back the fuck up!
Jackson got straight in Diamond’s face, challenging him to do something. He may have, too, had Syren not grabbed Diamond’s arm and pulled him back, restraining him.
David Jackson: But since you decided to come out here and spoil my fun, I guess it’s down to business. As some of you may or may-not know, Ryan Maxem is no longer with the company.
Most of the fans booed, never liking the former HWA World Champion much anyway. Some of the faithful, however, cheered at the mention of “Maxem”, showing that there was still support for the big man from Wisconsin.
David Jackson: Now Dylan Wolfe, one of the few faithful employees I have, expressed his concern to me about this earlier in the day. As much as I admire Wolfe’s compassion to stick up for his troubled friend, the fact of the matter is this… I brought Maxem in to do a job – a job he, subsequently, failed. Not one to tolerate failure, I fired his ass quicker then the Green Bay Packers could pick up Brett Favre’s-heir apparent.
Jackson laughed to himself as Diamond and Syren cast glances at each other while the fans remained quiet.
David Jackson: What… no one follows football anymore? Anyway, I’ve decided to make it up to Dylan Wolfe tonight as he has the opportunity of a lifetime.
Jackson laughed again as he turned his attention to Syren.
TB: What’s Jackson up to now?
KK: I have a feeling that whatever it is, we’re not going to like it.
David Jackson: Tonight, Dylan Wolfe will go one-on-one with Syren! And since you seem to have an affinity for men with the last name “Wolfe”, if Dylan beats you tonight… you get the absolute privilege of spending one full night with him.
The crowd, along with Syren, was shocked. Diamond, on the other hand, was irate.
Michael Diamond: Jackson, you son-of-a-bitch, you can’t expect Syren…
Jackson reared back and hit Diamond across the face, drawing “oohs” and “aahs” from the crowd. Diamond’s head hung to the side as a smirk came across Jackson’s face. Diamond lifted his gaze as he stared intently at Jackson, wanting nothing more then to rip his head off. Syren, however, got between Diamond and Jackson as she placed her hands on Diamond’s chest, keeping him from advancing on Jackson’s position.
David Jackson: You’d be wise to not interrupt me again, Diamond! Now then, as I was saying, if Dylan wins – he wins Syren. However Dylan, it’s like I said earlier – I do NOT tolerate failure. So since this is such a generous reward, there will be dire consequences if you are to fail. Therefore, if Syren wins tonight, you will be forced to spend one full night with Fat Larry White!
The fans, for a change, actually cheered Jackson’s decision.
KK: Ha, ha, ha! That’s great! What a match! I can’t wait for Syren to beat Dylan Wolfe tonight!
TB: Talk about your extra incentives. Win, and you get Syren. Lose, and you get Fat Larry White.
KK: If I was Dylan, I’d stop at nothing to win this match tonight… especially with the stipulations the way they are.
David Jackson: As for you Diamond…
Jackson glared at Diamond as Diamond glared straight back, the hatred seething through both men’s veins.
David Jackson: … tonight, you’re going to do ME a favor! Because tonight, in this very ring, you’re going to go one-on-one with Kevin Conner!
TB: My God, Kevin Conner and Michael Diamond! What a match!
KK: Eh, it’s alright… can we go back to talking about Syren now?
David Jackson: And Diamond, if I were you… I’d try and make a good impression. After all, it is your first day under the Jackson regime.
A smirk came across Jackson’s face as Diamond dropped his head, perhaps contemplating his decision on returning under these grim circumstances. Syren seemed to try and console “Your Hero” as David Jackson stepped through the ropes and walked down the steel steps. Jackson made his way up the rampway as Diamond looked up after the HWA president, fire in his eyes.
KK: Well the match is underway already, both men looking for weapons.
Nick Fury dives under the ring and pulls out a kendo stick, Hartman opting for a trash can. They return to the ring. Fury tries to hit Hartman's hand, forcing him to drop the trashcan, but Hartman instead tosses the trashcan at Fury. Adopying a defensive posture, Fury avoids most of the contact, but subsequently doesn't see Hartman flying over the top of the can with a flying clothesline. Down goes Fury.
TB: Excellent start to the match here by Hartman.
KK: Yeah, The Phenomenal One is showing how good he is right here.
Nick Fury manages to get some offence in on Hartman, but the man the short hand refers to as TPO:NH makes another come back. He grabs a chair off a fan and goes to work on Fury's skull. Fury is bleeding profusely. Returning to the ring with his own chair, Fury tries to mount a come back. Unfortunately for Fury, Hartman in the mean time had been pouring lighter fluid all over his own chair. With a grin at Fury, Hartman pulls out a zippo lighter, and the chair is ablaze. Fury takes a step back, regaining composure, before diving in with a spear. Hartman goes down, but holds the chair over the back of Fury whilst doing so. In what seems to be an almost delayed reaction, Fury realizes his back is burning. He leaps around before starting to roll around on the floor trying to lose some of the lighter fluid which transfered to his back.
TB: My GOD! Nick Fury is BURNING!
During this time Hartman has stood up and is standing over Fury. He launches a flurried assault, before hitting the phenomenon. 1-2-3 and it's over.
KK: Impressive victory for Nate Hartman here, although Nick Fury did make a good showing.
TB: Keith, I'm hearing there's something going on in the back...
(The camera turns on in the back and focuses on the HWA International Title center plate. It comes out and shows Conner stretching for his match. Erin Wallace comes in.)
Erin Wallace: "Wow, Jackson is taking control over the whole HWA, he's nuts"
Kevin Conner: "Yeah, but I got my skill, and while my match isnt against him. And its against Diamond, its fine with me, he needs an ass kicking."
Erin Wallace: "Yeah but remember I got a surprise announcement for you outside in the ring before your match. And I can tell you that you're gonna LOVE it."
(Erin smiles and walks out and Conner looks down in a state of confussion. Then go back to ringside.)
TB: What could Erin's special announcement be do you think Keith?
KK: Beats me.
Just then, a limo rolls up, and the cameras are right on it.
TB: Who is this now?
KK: Beats me.
TB: Seems like everything does!
The cameraman walks around to the side door of the limo, which slowly opens...
TB: ANDERSON!
KK: HOLY SHIT!
TB: Awesome "D" Anderson is HERE!
Anderson looks into the camera, and grins, before reaching a hand inside the limo. On the other end of the hand emerges an extremely hot girl. Anderson gives her a quick kiss before the two of them disappear down a coridoor.
KK: Wow, Anderson sure has some good taste!
TB: But what is he doing here?
KK: What is SHE doing here!?
TB: Yes Keith, it should be a great match-up.
KK: Well no, I was thinking more about whether Dylan gets a night with Syren, or Fat Larry White!!
Syren comes down to "Sweet Dreams" once more, the crowd going crazy for her. Dylan Wolfe follows, but to mostly boos. Then, Barry White's deep voice fills the arena, and there at the top of the ramp, wearing possibly the largest referee's shirt the HWA has ever seen, is Fat Larry White.
TB: *Laughing* Now things just got interesting in a hurry!
Larry orders the bell to ring, and begins his walk to the ring.
KK: My God, will he actually MAKE it to the ring before the match is over?!
Larry continues to waddle towards the ring, but the match is underway. Syren quickly has control of Dylan. Via a Hurricanrana, then a DDT, Dylan is spending most of the time on the mat. By this point, Larry White is about a third of the way towards the ring.
TB: Good grief, if he takes this long to get to the ring, we could be seeing the longest match in HWA history!
Dylan Wolfe is back up. He takes a couple of swings at Syren, but she is far too fast for him. She rewards him with a inzeguri kick to the back of the head. He falls down again, face first. Syren looks up towards Fat Larry and shouts encouragement for him to hurry. He indictates that he is going as fast as he can! She gives him a seductive look, and runs her hands slwoly down her thighs before blowing him a kiss. Larry's pace seems to quicken ever so slightly!
After a commercial break, Larry is almost ringside. Dylan has had his ass handed to him thoroughly, by Syren. Seeing Larry's big, black and sweaty body approaching him, Dylan seems to be reinvigorated though and he starts to corner Syren. He gets her into the corner and slaps her, hard, on the cheek.
TB: Ow, thats GOT to hurt.
KK: What the hell does he think he's doing? Thats not part of the sport, thats just all wrong.
He slaps her again, Syren looks PISSED. She holds on to Dylan whilst climbing backwards up the turnbuckle.
TB: Do you think she is....
KK: Yes, I do....
TB: BREAKDOWN!
Syren hits her finisher, the breakdown, on wolfe just as Larry makes it into the ring. Larry slaps his hand onto the mat, 1-2-3.
KK: It's over, it's over! Dylan Wolfe has to spend the night with Larry White!
Larry heads straight for Wolfe. He picks him up, before pinching him on the ass. Wolfe turns around really slowly, the colour drained from his face.
TB: My God, look at Wolfe! The realisation of what is to happen has just hit him!
Larry White scoops up Wolfe, like a husband scoops up his wife for the very first time, and carries him out of the ring. For perhaps the first time in his life, Fat Larry White gets cheers!
The HWATron comes to life as we see Michael Diamond sitting in his locker room, taping up his wrists and hands in preparation for his match later in the night against Kevin Conner. A knock sounds from the door, prompting Diamond to respond.
Michael Diamond: It’s open!
The sound of the door handle turning and opening is heard as Diamond keeps his focus on taping up his hands.
Woman’s Voice: Hello Michael…
The familiarity of the woman’s voice brought Diamond out of his trance as he slowly lifted his head and looked off to his right. The camera followed his gaze, revealing Erin Wallace.
Erin Wallace: … it’s been a long time.
A smile came across Michael’s lips as he stood up and went to greet Erin with a hug. But as he drew near, he hesitated, knowing the history between them.
Michael Diamond: How… uh… how are you, ya know, holdin’ up?
Erin Wallace: I’m doing alright; you?
Michael Diamond: Things could be better.
Erin Wallace: Yeah…
An awkward silence fell over them, neither really knowing what to say to the other.
Michael Diamond: Erin, I… I’m sorry. Ya know, about what happened.
Erin Wallace: It wasn’t your fault Michael…
Michael Diamond: But I should’ve been here; I could’ve protected you.
A slight smile came across Erin’s face as she placed a hand up against Michael’s cheek.
Erin Wallace: Always playing the Hero.
Michael Diamond: It’s all I have left – that, and revenge.
As much as it pained him to do so, Michael pulled Erin’s hand away from his cheek as he turned away from her.
Erin Wallace: Is that why you really come back, Michael?
Michael Diamond: At first, no. Ron convinced me that the HWA needed me…
Michael turned back and looked at Erin, grief in his eyes.
Michael Diamond: … that you needed me.
Michael quickly looked away, avoiding Erin’s regretful gaze.
Michael Diamond: But I know better now. The HWA is in good hands, even without “Your Hero” apart of it. It’s time for me to fulfill a promise to an old friend – a promise long kept overdue. If that makes me selfish, then I guess I’m selfish. You and the fans can look at it however you like Erin – it matters very little to me. This time, what I do… I do in the name of justice.
Michael turned around, looking Erin directly in the eyes as the intensity and fire seen in him in the past week or so re-emerged deep within Michael’s soul.
Michael Diamond: I’ve officially challenged Danny Starr to a match at the next HWA PPV. Terms and stipulations will come later; first… that evil son-of-a-bitch has to accept my challenge. Once he does, then there’ll be no turning back – for him, or for me. He’s got until the end of the night to give me his answer.
Erin Wallace: What if he doesn’t answer your challenge?
Michael Diamond: Believe me Erin, that won’t be a problem. One way or another, I’ll make him answer it!
With that, Michael stormed off as Erin looked after “Your Hero”, seeing a change in the normal, charming, soft-spoken man that she had fallen in love with so long ago. In his place, was a man full of vengeance and hate – these emotions just waiting to be unleashed on someone or something.
TB: My God! Can you believe it, Keith!? Michael Diamond has challenged Danny Starr!
KK: About damn time, I’ve been wanting to see those two beat the hell out of each other for years.
TB: But will Danny accept Michael’s challenge?
KK: What a stupid question, of course he’ll accept! A man like Danny’s not just going to let what Diamond did to him at the end of ReBirth go unpunished.
FixXxer by Metallica hits and the fans cheer, but Danny Starr does not emerge at the top of the ramp. Jim Otis (the ring announcer) gestures into his headset to the production team to play the music again. It does, and after another minute or so, Danny Starr appears. He looks slightly dishevelled and concerned about something.
TB: This isn't the Danny Starr we know Keith, I think that challenge from Diamond has really thrown him.
KK: Yes I think you're right. He doesn't look on his normal game plan here at all.
Starr climbs through the ropes and makes a half hearted attempt at warming up.
TB: I tell you something Keith, with the way Starr is here tonight, Bigg Money has to fancy his chances of pulling off the upset.
KK: It'll be interesting to see what happens, for sure.
Bigg Money gets the match underway and is quickly on the offensive. He goes for the early chokeslam, but Starr is more alert than he looks and a sharp elbow sends Bigg Money reeling. Starr tries to follow this up with an abdominal stretch, but Money reverses this and hits a clothesline.
TB: Right on the money there from Biggz, I think this match is going to be a close one.
After a couple of minutes of 50/50 action, Money goes for the Money Shot, but this time Starr reverses the move and instead hits the Pride of Hartford. The referee counts, 1-2-kickout by Money and the match continues. Money hits the sidewalk slam, but before he can follow it up, the lights go out.
KK: Good Lord, not this again.
"Like Light to Flies" by Trivium hits, and a figure walks quickly down to ringside. The lights come back up and in the ring stands a guy of around 6 feet, and around 185lbs or so.
TB: Who the hell is this?
The young looking man turns towards Bigg Money. He grabs himand kicks him in the gut to double him over, a kick to the face from this position to pop him back up, an elbow strike to the face to turn him around, finishing with a superkick to the back of the head.
KK: I'm getting word from the back that this guy, he's called The eXiled, and that move right there, is called The Blind Eye!
TB: Wow, impressive stuff!
The eXiled takes one look at Danny Starr and nods. Danny does not respond, then the eXiled leaves the ring and exits through the crowd.
KK: Very very strange indeed. Due to the HWA being a hardcore federation, that will NOT count as a disqualification for Starr though unlike some places. I'm not sure Starr knew what to make of all that.
TB: It's certainly not going to help his head all that much!
Starr looks out at the audience, shrugs, and then simply picks up Biggz, hits the Obliteration, and gets the easy pin 1-2-3.
TB: Wow, a match certainly steeped with controversy there.
KK: What the hell is going to happen next?!
TB: Wait, who is this now?!
Syren runs down to ringside, she climbs in to the ring and raises Danny Starr's hand.
KK: Always great to see Syren of course, but what is this display all about?
Starr looks even more bewildered than ever, but seeing Syren, he gives her a hug, and the two leave together.
Backstage, and we are in the HWA locker room. Several wrestlers are standing around, when in walks "Awesome D" Anderson. Several of the guys shake hands with Anderson, and some brief conversations ensue. After a few moments, Anderson raises his voice.
ADA: Guys, it's great to see you all, and you've all given me a terrific reception. This isn't just a social visit though, no. I have come to inform you all that I'm your new commisioner! Thats right, I'm the guy that'll be booking the matches from now on!
The guys cheer, knowing the Anderson will certainly be a far better option than Jackson.
ADA: Now, I know you'll be thinking, how the hell did I get this position, but all i'm saying is this: David Jackson, welcome to your worst nightmare!
An even bigger cheer from the guys this time and we return to ringside.
TB: This deserves to be an awesome match.
KK: You mean Awesome, as in, "D, Anderson"?!
TB: Well no, but it certainly is great to see Anderson back!
KK: How the hell did he manage to become commisioner!? Jackson would have never allowed him that, he's WAY too popular!
TB: I guess we'll have to wait and find out like everyone else Keith!
"Whisper" by Evanescence plays and the crowd go wild. Fudge appears at the top of the ramp and looks to be in pristine shape. He ripples a few of his muscles, before setting off down the ramp. He leaps over the top rope and prepares for his opponent.
For a brief second, the crowd shot focuses on a familiar face at ringside.
TB: Hey look, it's Sett!
Sure enough, Sett waves to the camera, nursing his broken arm which is clearly causing him pain.
KK: Get well soon, big man.
Blue Thunder comes down to the ring, largely to boos. A small minority of the crowd still cheer him, understanding that he is not working for David Jackson out of choice.
The two men quickly get the match underway. Clearly, Thunder almost twice as heavy as Fudge, proves quickly to be the more powerful of the two. With clubbing blows, it looks like Fudge won't be any match for Thunder, but Fudge has other ideas. Fudge ducks a couple of powerfull lefts, and throws himself around Thunder's waist, spinning around to his back. Fudge then leaps and locks on a rear naked choke onto Thunder. Thunder fights it and fights it but Fudge's resilience is winning the competition. Thunder goes down to a knee and the crowd cheers. This brings Fudge back to his feet, and so he takes a couple of steps backward, then jumps, lands on Thunder's shoulders, jumps again and hits a reversed drop kick right into Thunder's chest. The crowd start a "Holy Shit" chant.
TB: Wow, this is vintage Fudge! He's reminding us why he is as revered as he is!
Not used to this kind of attack, Thunder doesn't quite know what to do next, he turns to face Fudge, but it is clear that the big man can't compete with Fudge's pace. Suddenly, "Purple Haze" hits and the crowd groans. David Jackson comes down to ringside. Thunder's face develops into a half grimace, and a half smile - thinking that Jackson will help him out in this match. Fudge tries to keep half an eye on Jackson, but prepares to continue his assault on Thunder. Fudge circles Thunder and goes for the neck once more. Via the top turnbuckle, Fudge leaps once more and hits a huge Tornado DDT on the big man. Thunder is down once more. Jackson starts scurrying around on the outside of the ring. He grabs a chair.
TB: Jackson with a chair, this can't mean anything good for Fudge. But WAIT! Sett's climbing over the barricade!
KK: What the hell?!
Jackson looks first to Blue Thunder in the ring, then Fudge, then Sett. Sett approaches Jackson, indiciating that Jackson should hand over the chair. Instead, Jackson throws the chair to the now recovered Blue Thunder. Thunder catches it, but then a blur shoots past the screen.
TB: HOLY FUCKING HELL!
KK: OH MY GOD! Fudge just hit the Van Fudginator, on a moving chair!
Sure enough, Fudge had leapt off the top turnbuckle, and planted the moving chair which Jackson had thrown, right into the face of Blue Thunder.
Thunder collapses in a heap, and Fudge goes to cover him. Jackson slides into the ring to intervene, but Sett pulls him back out again much to the audience's delight. Fudge makes the pin and the referee counts - 1-2-3 and it's over!
TB: Just LISTEN TO THIS CROWD!
Sure enough, the crowd are going ballistic over Fudge and his performance in the match.
Fudge poses for a couple of moments, then turns to acknowledge Sett, but Sett seems already to have gone.
Erin Wallace: I would like to thank you all for supporting me and Kevin for setting me free from the grasp of David Jackson. But I have something to say to Kevin Conner, Kevin, will you please come out here.
Conner music hits and Conner comes out to a huge amount of cheers, Conner smiles towards the ring and walks down holding his HWA International title. Conner gets in the ring and gets a microphone for himself.
Erin Wallace: Thanks for coming down here Kevin, I know you have a big match for tonight.
Kevin Conner: Yeah, but you know i'd do anything for ya, what did you need to say, I know you had a big announcement to tell me what is it?
Erin Wallace: Well this is kinda hard to say, I mean I've said it before but this is just different, because when I was locked up with David Jackson and on watch forever, I was going through a trying time and had no one to talk to. So I had a lot of time to think. So Kevin, in front of this sold out crowd, in front of everyone watching home, and most importantly in front you of you here tonight, I was to tell you, that Kevin Conner, I lo....
Erin is then cut off Kevin who puts his hand.
Kevin Conner: Like spending time with me? I like spending time with you too, Erin. But its a complicated time in my life right now, maybe things shouldn't go so fast or say something that you will regret and that might throw me off my game.
Erin Wallace: Im more than sure about this, but Kevin I have to say I lo...
David Jackson: (coming out) Whoa, whoa, whoa we don't got time for this soap oprah bullshit!
The crowd goes into a loud amount of boos
David Jackson: See I don't got much time, and time is money my friend, speaking of money. A good way to make money is by having a main event! Speaking of main events, its about that time of the show. So Conner, you look like your in your gear, and Diamond is ready for his match, no matter what! So lets get it on!
"Points of Authority" by Linkin Park hits and out comes Michael Diamond, to a fairly mixed reaction. He bypasses Jackson and gets straight into the ring. He and Conner circle each other for a few seconds before tying up straight away.
TB: No messing about in this match, both men ready for it.
Diamond gets the upper hand in the early moments, but Conner manages to match him, move for move, hold for hold. Conner attempts to put Diamond in the Career Killer early on, but Diamond has none of it, reversing the move immediately and rolling Conner up into a pin, 1-2-kickout by Conner.
KK: Conner will think twice about trying the early submission on Diamond again!
TB: No kidding, it nearly cost him the match right there.
Several minutes pass, and the match is fairly level. Diamond gets the upper hand after hitting a Diamond Cutter, but it's once more, not enough to put Conner away and he powers out. Then, on the outside, Jackson grabs Erin Wallace. Conner quickly exits the ring, but can't go too near Jackson, otherwise it's clear he'll hurt Erin.
TB: This is just NOT right folks.
KK: Conner doesn't know what to do for the best.
Diamond comes flying out of the ring with a crossbody, and all four of them; Jackson, Wallace, Conner and himself, lie in a heap on the floor. The crowd start their second "Holy Shit" chant of the night.
Conner and Diamond recover and start going at it on the outside of the ring. Conner grabs a chair, Diamond grabs a table.
TB: Right then, which of these two men are going to walk out of here with all of their limbs still attached?!
They reach the ring, and Diamond sets up the table. Conner tries to hit Diamond over the head with the chair, but Diamond counters and Conner's skull ends up connecting with the table. Recovering quickly though, conner hits Diamond in the ribs with the chair. Diamond doubles over. Big mistake, as Conner hits Diamond over the back with the chairs. Diamond lunges forward, and ends up leaning on the table. Conner signals the upward direction to the crowd, who cheer with anticipation. Conner climbs to the top turnbuckle, and hits his top rope leg drop, sending Diamond's body crashing through the table.
The third holy shit chant of the night ensues, and both men lie motionless, the pieces of the broken table scattered around them.
TB: What a freakin' match! I'm not disappointed by this at all, it's certainly living up to all the hype!
KK: What hype? It was only mentioned earlier tonight, it was meant to be Jackson remember!
Conner manages to drape an arm over Diamond and the referee counts 1-2-3-NO-KICKOUT!
KK: What the hell?! That was three!
TB: I'm not sure Keith.
The replay comes up on the big screen and sure enough, Diamond got his arm up on what must've been the last possible millisecond.
Diamond gets to his feet gingerly, and rests his hands on his knees catching his breath. Conner also gets up slowly, and the match continues
KK: I can't believe they're still wrestling after all that just happened!
Sure enough, they continue to wrestle, Diamond getting the upper hand once more. After a further ten minutes or so, Diamond hits the cutting edge (crippler crossface). The crowd go wild, forgetting Diamond's recent actions and cheering one of their favourite moves. Conner is stuck in the middle of the ring, and tries to crawl towards the ropes. He is in the move for a good thirty seconds before realising he is trapped. The realisation hits him, and he looks like he might tap, but instead, he tries to turn Diamond over. He tries one way then the next, but to no avail. Instead, he leans IN to the move, at considerable pain. He manages to use his hands, sweat gushing down his face, to remove one leg. He succeeds!
TB: Of all the things that are holy!
KK: Conner just untied himself from the cutting edge! I've NEVER seen that before! That must've practically KILLED Conner.
Diamond can't believe it, and the two of them are still connected. The tables are turned, and Conner stands up leaving Diamond on writing on the floor, their legs still intertwined!
TB: My God, look what Conner did!
KK: It's the CAREER KILLER!
Diamond finds himself in the career killer (walls of jericho) and like Conner earlier, is unable to get out of it. Having used up all his energy on the Cutting Edge, trying to keep Conner in it, he now has nothing left. He starts to fade. Jackson tries to get into the ring to help him, but Erin Wallace herself spears Jackson to the ground much to the crowd's delight. Sensing his legs breaking and with no help in sight, Diamond taps. The crowd go wild once more. Conner releases the hold and embraces Erin.
TB: What a match, what a simply amazing match!
Diamond staggers to the outside. He looks for Jackson to give him a hand out of the ring, but Jackson just looks at Diamond in disgust and promptly makes his way back up the ramp. Diamond turns to see Conner and Erin still celebrating in the ring and he demands a mike. Michael Diamond: *slightly out of breath* Starr, get your ass down to the ring.
TB: Diamond wants Starr right now!
KK: Good Lord, are we going to see the match now?
TB: I wouldn't have thought so, Diamond is done for right now.
Diamond re-enters the ring, Conner ushers Erin to one side, and stands in front of her, unsure of Diamond's intentions.
MD: Come on down Starr you son-of-a-bitch!
Starr still doesn't appear, and so Diamond looks over at Conner and Erin. He launches himself at the two of them. He hits Conner over the head with the mike and then grabs Erin around the throat. Erin starts to go purple.
MD: Danny Starr, I swear if you don't...
"Fixxxer" by Metallica hits which triggers the entire audience to stand to their feet awaiting Danny Starr's entrance. Michael Diamond releases Erin; Kevin Conner is unable to even stand to his feet. Michael looks to Danny in hopes in finding an Answer to his previous challenge. Danny stares at Diamond from a safe distance with a microphone in his left hand.
TB: Oh No, here he comes!
KC: There he is!
Danny Starr: Stop this, Michael! Stop this, right now!
The fans pop
Danny Starr: You are mad at me, fine but Kevin Conner and Erin Wallace do NOT deserve this at my behalf. Let them out of the ring, Michael and I'll give you your answer.
KC: An ultimatum from the Sensation!
Michael Diamond looks at Conner, then back at Danny Star
Danny Starr: Let him out.
KC: Since when does he care about Kevin Conner's welfare?
TB: This is a NEW Danny Starr!
KC: Maybe, Trent, Maybe!
Diamond pulls conner up as he drops Erin and throws him out of the ring onto the outside mats.
Danny Starr: People have been asking me; if I'm going to seek revenge on Michael Diamond for his betrayal; if I'm going to accept your challenge.
TB: STOP PAUSING!
KC: Calm down, Trent; let the man talk!
The crowds pops
Danny Starr: You were like a brother to me.
TB: Oh no, here comes the water works.
KC: Very strong history; these two men have had.
Danny Starr becomes silent as he looks at Michael Diamond as if he just lost his best friend. As Diamond awaits Danny's answer, a loud crashing sound of Danny's microphone dropping to the steel flows throughout the arena startling the crowd. Danny merely shakes his head 'No' slowly as he looks down, then turns around with his back to Michael Diamond to help Kevin Conner to his feet, he then puts his arms around Conner's back and helps him and Erin walk out of the arena to the safety of the locker room.
Michael Diamond starts kicking at the bottom ropes and tries to get out of the ring but is not in time to catch Danny Starr nor Kevin Conner.
TB: I guess that's a no, then!
KC: Michael Diamond does NOT like that!
TB: I am starting to like Michael Diamond! Danny Starr is losing the aggression that made him a name!
KC: How would you feel if your best friend stabbed you in the back, even though there were problems, and accusations?
TB: That's a good enough reason, they were EXTREME situations, and we ALL know Danny Starr was the reason.
KC: Still, Danny claims to be changed!
TB: Well folks, what a night we've had tonight. Don't forget to tune in next week for more mayhem! Oh wait, we're just getting word from the back that Danny's match choices after winning his match tonight are in. Yeah, he's booked Conner v Hartman for the International Title, and wait, Michael Diamond is the referee!!!
KK: See you next week folks!