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Pre-Show Four Beans, A Jesus And A Hippie. Pre-Show |
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Written By Emilio Rage, Jacob Cross, Hoyt Williams & Nova |
Nick: The arena is exploding in cheers for Emilio Rage!
Richard: Really? I thought it was for his second-place finish in the PTC Global Title contendership match. You know, the kind of clap they give to retarded kids when they hit a foul ball in little league?
Nick: ...Sometimes I just wish you'd keep your mouth shut.
Richard: Why, we don't go LIVE coast to coast for another ten minutes or so yet.
Nick: That wasn't my point.
The fans show their appreciation as Emilio slowly makes his way out to the top of the ramp. He is unusually dressed tonight, sporting a sharp black tuxedo and matching leather shoes. Rage tops it off with red bow-tie and wears a deep grin across his face as the camera pans in to catch his contagious smile. A long-time Japanese indy star, he's receiving quite an ovation. Emilio spent the better part of the last decade of his life wrestling day in and day out in arenas like these all across the Land of the Rising Sun. The camera focuses to reveal a twinkle in his eye as an "E-ME-LIO!" chant begin popping up sporadically around the arena.
Nick: He's a superstar in PRIME certainly, but he's a legend in Japan.
Richard: Just because his penis breaks the three-inch mark doesn't mean...
Nick: Look! He has company.
Indeed, a small patrol of Asian children pile down the aisle behind Rage, slowly fallowing him to the ring. They are joined by a half-dozen hooded monks, dressed in brown robes. It seems the "Rage Against the Wave" crew will be actively involved tonight, and so another round of applause echoes out as Emilio enters the ring and raises his arms high above his head.
Nick: "The Rage Against the Wave" program has, according to my calculations, raised approximately $20,000 in aid for the Tsunami victims. What a guy.
Richard: You mean God? The dude that made the Tsunami? Actually, Nick, I think that's kind of heartless...
The crowd "ooh" and "ah" as Emilio helps the small children one by one over the top rope and sets them gently in the center of the ring. As the Japanese fans continue their onslaught of appreciation, Emilio takes a microphone from Vince Howard.
Richard: This guy has already tainted me for life on this program. Why doesn't he just give the Ethiopians a check and call it a night?
Nick: Well, for starters, because they're not Ethiopians.
Richard: Yeah? Well you're an Ethiopian!
Emilio Rage: Ladies and gentlemen, I come to you tonight with a plea...
Emilio turns to direct the audience's attention toward the PRIME-A-TRON where a clip of the infamous Tsunami incident begins to play. Houses are show blown away, and entire villages decimated. The clip goes from still-frame to still-frame of dozens of small children, each barefoot and tired looking. Many have lost their parents, and the melancholiness of the situation is made abundant by many vital statistics which roll across the screen. But no one can convert mathematics into raw emotion.
Emilio Rage: As you well know, I've been working on a program named "Rage Against the Wave" for weeks, and things are running rather smoothly. In that time I have managed to collect $20,000 from winnings, defeating two of my opponents. Playboy TV and PRIME have also generously donated an extra $10,000 a piece. Combined with the $43,000 I've raised in general funds from you, the caring fans, $73,000 has been raised in such a short time! All of this money, I promise, will be heading to worthy cause!
The Japanese fans come to their feet and begin roaring in approval for the charitable work by PRIME's Alias Champion.
Nick: I'll tell you what, Richard. Rage has had some good moments so far in his short career in PRIME, but winning the Alias Title, and even winning a shot at the PTC Global Title...I don't think anything has as a big a place in his heart as this right here. If Nosferatu had half the heart...
Richard: Who needs a heart when you can simply take what you need? If Vampir cared for those pitiful souls lost in Southeast Asia, he'd probably rob a bank for them... or put them out of their misery, by burning the remaining straw huts and draining the villagers of blood, I guess it depends what sort of mood he's in.
Emilio Rage: So without further ado!
Blaine Blaire and a PRIME security personnel enter the ring carrying a large cardboard check. Blaine Blaire and Rage exchange grins as they shake each other's hands while the intern gives Emilio the check. Next, one of the monks steps forward and takes a bow. Emilio makes his way over to him, mic in hand, and they each take one end of the check.
Emilio Rage: I'd like to give this check, in the amount of $73,000, to...
All of a sudden, the loudspeakers begin blasting "Something to Prove" by Theory of a Deadman.
Emilio Rage: Uh...
Rage drops the mic and turns to stare down Los Diablos as PRIME's most sinister duo make their way down the ramp. Led by Morales, they nudge their way by angry fans and make a beeline for the ring.
Nick: These fans in Japan aren't taking too kindly to the interruption by these two goons.
Richard: That's 'cause they're racist against Mexicans.
Nick: First off, "Mexican" isn't a race. Secondly...
Richard: It's because Japan thinks they're the kings of cheap electronics. Well Mr. China man, I got news for you...You gringos are loco!
Morales enters the ring with a smile on his face as the camera pans in to catch Emilio perturbed, narrowing his eyes in anger at Los Diablos, a team that gave him his latest defeat. Letting out a sigh, the fellow Hispanic wrestler bends over trustingly and retrieves the mic.
The fans boo. Evidently, Morales has brought one of his own.
Emilio Rage: Look...guys? This isn't about us right now...
He turns and motion toward the poor kids.
Emilio Rage: If you want to settle this later, fine. By all means, the Dual Halo gives us the perfect opportunity. But for now I'd appreciate it if you just took your cheating a...er...(looks toward the kids)...behinds, and marched them back up the ramp.
Nick: Amen!
Morales simply shakes his head no and raises the mic to his lips.
Morales: Finally Senor Rage some real class and Spanish pride has entered this little act of defiance. Senor Rage, we both know that our business will not be over any time soon. I can see that its going to take a little longer than I had hoped to break your defiant behavior and make you put your priorities back in order. Of course, RIGHT NOW, is as good a time as any to start that process.
Emilio Rage: Look, I'm serious. This isn't even about me right now, it's about a good cause. And for the time being I just wish...
Morales: Does it look like I am out here to joke? Senor, you had better damn well believe that I am very serious. I know you wish that you could do what is right, and be giving this money to the poor in Mexico. But that is your problem, Senor Rage, you've been so brain washed by idiocy, politics, and crap from North American fans, that you believe helping these unworthy Asian children instead.
Emilio cracks his neck to the side and motions for the kids to back up. With tears in their eyes, they slowly exit the ring as security personnel begin surrounding the ring in hopes of containing any violent breakout...
Nick: Now look what these FOOLS have done! They're making those poor kids cry!
Richard: Ooh! Look at the one on the left...I think I've met his sister.
Nick: Richard!
Richard: Yeah, vacations to Singapore rock!
Emilio Rage: Enough is enough. If you got something to say to me, then say it.
Morales: You're a disgrace to our heritage. Conveniently forgetting your roots in order to make sure that the "fans" think your cool. Why the hell does it matter what all these gringos think, when it's at the sacrifice of your own people? You sicken me, Senor Son-Of-A-BITCH!
Emilio steps back and squeezes his fists in tight balls. The tension is rising...
When it looks like all hell is about to break loose...
Richard: PA-RAISE HIM!!!
Nick: Oh no...
"Your Personal Jesus" begins playing to the utter displeasure of the Japanese crowd.
Angelus: (To Rage) I have to say this, holmes, you're a damn magnet for unwanted attention.
God's Champion, Hoyt Williams makes his way down to the already packed ring. He's looking good in a white jump suit with gold rhinestones shining bright. On his shoulder is God's Title which Hoyt proudly displays. Security personnel promptly step back as the big man glides graciously under the bottom rope and enters the ring.
Nick: What could this fool possibly add to the conversation?!
Richard: A lot, my son...A lot.
Nick: Deep Richard...
Hoyt suddenly whips out his own mic.
Nick: NOW what!?
Hoyt Williams: Didn't we bomb you people once already?
The comment goes down with the fans like a lead balloon.
Hoyt Williams: Take the dental floss away from your slanted eyes so you can stare at perfection. You see God hates the Japanese, and that's why he let the GREAT AND HOLY UNITED STATES drop a nuclear bomb on your people. I mean, I can tell looking out at the crowd that the radiation has left a definite effect.
The camera pans to a funny looking Asian guy holding up a Boda foam finger, despite there being no Boda around.
Hoyt Williams: The only thing you people are good at is making sneakers and cameras. Please, I will give you a second to take a picture of God's title.
Hoyt holds the gold up high to a flurry of flashes.
Richard: They love him!
Nick: They don't understand him.
Hoyt Williams: Listen. PRIME already owes me money as I'm suing them for sexual harassment and copyright infringement. But right now I'm here to collect funds for the RISP and God's Army. The worst thing you can do is name drop. Bobby DeNiro told me that, but I must anyway. You see, did you know President George W. Bush personally indorses the RISP?
The crowd goes nuts on the mention of Bush with a distasteful hiss.
Hoyt Williams: Will you people stand up while I talk about the RISP? Oh, wait, you're already standing up, it's just that you're just so short I couldn't tell.
Baltasar: Hoyt, holmes, are you fucking insane?
Hoyt Williams: Didn't I pay my lawn bill this month? Why are you little brownies in the ring, huh? Are you here to start a soccer riot or something? Don't answer because I know you little spic and spans don't have the respect to speak God's language of ENGLISH. Well Juan, I have some bad news for you: there are no lawns in heaven, meaning you people serve no purpose in the afterlife. Wipe that smile off your face ,because heaven doesn't have a border for you to sneak into. But as everybody knows, Mexico and Hell are just a shade apart so you're used to it anyway, aren't you...Holmes?
Morales is doing all he can to keep his two boys from ripping the bible-toting wrestler apart. The Japanese fans begin to boo even louder.
Hoyt Williams: You know, I've never felt so sick in my life surrounded by this many foreigners. I feel like I'm at K-mart during a blue light special.
Nick: What a dolt. HE'S the foreigner, this is their country!!!
Richard: No. We won the war, dummy.
Hoyt Williams: For the sake of Jesus, just give me the check so I can go in the back, and take a shower, and wash off all this infidel filth. God hates Mexicans more then cops do, and that, my friend, is a lot of hate. As a matter of fact, the Japs are up their with the rest of the scum, non-Americans. God only blessed one nation and it's the USA. So just give me the check, Emilio Estevez, before I get Mighty Duck-like on your unholy back end.
Angelus: I tell you what, gringo, if you've got that much to say about Spanish people, why don't I just kick your ass right here, and allow my good friend Jorge "Dirty" Sanchez to do as he pleases with you?
Hoyt simply smiles, reaching into his side pocket for his golden bible...
Emilio steps back, stunned at what he's just witnessed. Behind him, the children mope about in sadness, crying their eyes out.
Nick: Can you BELIEVE what this fool just said!
Richard: No...You haven't even given Emilio a chance to speak!
Emilio Rage: You know what, Hoyt? You know what? In all my years, I never...I...uh...Grr!
Emilio suddenly throws down the mic. The fans at ringside cheer wildly as he rips the dress shirt off, exposing his muscles. God's Champion de-robes as well, and Japan looks primed for one hell of a brawl! Bur before anyone can make a move...
"Dude!"
Suddenly, one of the monks begins to randomly throw off his hood...
Nick: Oh my God, it's... it's...
Nova suddenly unveils himself! Staffs in hand, he moves in to take part in the ensuing brawl as the five wrestlers begin to go at it!
Hoyt and Nova begin trading hard rights. Nova knocks Hoyt back against the ropes but is taken down himself by a shot to the back of the head, compliments of Angelus. Emilio is knocked to the mat by a hard left from Baltasar, but then Baltasar is knocked down by a bible-shot from Hoyt! Angelus jumps on Rage as the two begin to brawl it out. Nova gets back to his feet and begins exchanging blows with Hoyt, who he'll soon be facing in a 5-Star Title match later on in the event.
Nick: Security can't manage to break up this brawl as tempers boil over ahead of Culture Shock...and the night has just begun!
Richard: Now this is what I call PRIME-time...Baby!
Finally, Hoyt is knocked over the top ropes by a hard kick from Nova. Rage clotheslines Angelus over the ropes but is jumped from behind by Morales. Peeling Morales off Emilio's back, Nova tosses him out of the ring. Angelus and Morales quickly recover as they pull Baltasar out of the ring. At this point, security takes advantage of the break and finally moves in to separate the angry parties.
Richard: Not fair! They're ganging up on God's Champion...and The Devils!
Nick: Er...anyway...This is supposed to be Emilio's time! They're getting what they deserve. I applaud Sullivan Sawyer and crew...I just wish they'd be a little more timely.
God's Champion angrily makes his way up the ramp, soon followed by the sulky trio of Los Diablos. Morales turns back to the ring...
Morales: We shall meet again, holmes! We shall meet again.
The crowd cheers as Emilio and company stand tall in the ring.
Nova: (after quickly retrieving a fallen mic) Rage, hold up a sec.
Emilio rolls his eyes, amazed at how Nova can go from kill to....er...well, Nova, in sixty seconds. Nova comes out from under the ring with a large suitcase, which he pleasantly hands to Emilio.
Emilio Rage: Look man, I'm glad I brought you out here for protection, but...
Nova: Say no more, say no more! Just open 'er up...She's a gift to your noble cause.
Richard: A gift? NOBLE!? Pfft.
Nick: Well folks, the night just keeps on getting more weird.
Rage slowly opens the case. The camera moves in to peak at its secret contents, but Rage slams it shut, his eyes gone wide, before a clear shot can be taken. The Alias Champ steps back in surprise.
Emilio Rage: NOVA!
Nova: No thanks required. Just do the doob, man. Do the doob.
Nick: Uh...Sorry folks...
Richard: Yes!
Emilio rolls his eyes again, motioning Nova to stop.
Emilio Rage: Well...uh...why don't you sell this... "material," and simply give me a check..er..later...okay?
Nova: I could do that. Or I could roll a joint the size of Hoyt's ego and get so blazed that reality TV becomes entertaining again!
Emilio Rage: Again?
Nova: Touche.
The Japanese fans stare on bewildered as Nova and company leave the ring. The long-haired 5-Star Champ grabs a piece of bread from one of the hungry-looking children on his way back up the ramp. He quickly shoves it into his mouth as tears form in the corner of the child's eyes.
Nova: Sorry, little guy...but the food pyramid tells me I need 6-11 servings of carbohydrates a day. I've only had two so far, and I gotta play catch-up if I'm gonna make quota.
The last shot is of Emilio shaking his head in disbelief while the screen fades to black.
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Introduction |
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Written By Sebastian |
A brief forray back into history will remind us of just how the Dual Halo concept was conceived. Shortly after last years Point of Impact PPV, Toshiaki Motoki was hopitalised as a result of a brutal Hell In A Cell match in which he was an unwilling participant. The isolation and bitterness that followed acted as a catalyst for the former co-owners most memorable and malicious creation, which tonight will see action for only the second time.
To symbolise tonights event in Japan, the production crew have opted to "Manga" up the opening titles, which begin in the form of a Japanese infomercial for the Dual Halo as if it were an everyday product. Dressed in something that ressembles the outfit an airport stewardess would wear, an attractive women of Asian orientation (probably in her later twenties) literally "pops up" in the right hand corner and starts talking. Unforunately it's in the local dialect, but do not fear, because here come the subtitles... although these are also in Japanese. It's like that game you can play if you're bored at home, switch onto of the foreign satellite channels and try to work out what's going on using the imagery. Various manga recreations of PRIME's top superstars appear with their names appearing in Japanese symbols, with the english above in a smaller font. It's all pretty tongue in cheek, with various Japanese architecture used in the background before the Culture Shock logo crashes together in the center of the screen with nearly the whole roster shown behind in all their cartoon glory.
BOOM! BANG! BOOOOOOM! The insides of the Sapporo Dome light up as the traditional pre-show pyrotechnics take center stage, leaving a thin veil of smoke lingering in the air. Cue the lights and cue the roar of anticipation from the Japanese PRIME-ates as they prepare for the second biggest pay-per view on the annual calendar. With the smoke now clearing, the focus is on the lavish entrance and stage set where the huge PRIME-A-Tron screen is housed. Due to a portion of the event taking place outside tonight, the tron screen is considerably larger than normal, with the main body of the entrance set existing around it as a framework of futuristic warped steel panels. The large entranceway juts out from under the shadow of the hulking tron screen with two glass (or at least perspex) doors sealing off the hexagonal doorway which is the end of the short tunnel. Inside, the tunnels interior is lined to look like something out of Disneys aging Space Mountain ride with steel supports and pulsing lights abundant. Six large black obilesks of metal tower upward with three on each side located against the gently sloped entrance tunnel, where their looming tips bend inwards while strobe lighting alters the various colored effects they give off. Apart from that, there is no stage as such. The tunnel simply opens out onto the aisle floor where two smaller video screens have been erected and currently display the Culture Shock logo. Of course the aisle has been suitably shortened to accommodate the gigantic Dual Halo structure which will later be set up inside of the Sapporo Dome, it's mammoth scale would easily have those in attendance in awe. Following a few quick shots of excited Japanese fans in the stands, we head back to the entrance area, then up a raised platform where the announce table and unsurprisingly Nick Stuart and Richard Parker are located. A small banzai tree sits on Richards side of the desk as does a half empty takeaway box of peking duck with rice.
Nick: Uerukamu tame Culture Shock 2005! And a warm welcome to all our non-Japanese speaking fans! We're here LIVE in the Sapporo Dome and like this totally packed out crowd, we can't wait to get this glorious event underway! In a couple of hours the Dual Halo will be assembled for our main event and what a main event it will be! Last time Ian English walked out of the Dual Halo with the victory and tonight one superstar is going to try to emulate his success. Thirty superstars, one Dual Halo... it doesn't get any better than this!
Richard: You're right Nick, even with your fancy pants use of the local langauge... although I think you probably just called the population of Japan rabid transvestite eating goats as opposed to welcoming them to the show!
Nick: I think you'll find I've done my research and I'm sure the same could be said for many of our superstars tonight. For a majority of the roster, they'll be stepping into this demonic structure for the first time although we do have a couple of "Halo veterans" in the form of Tony Rolo, Hoyt Williams and Tyler Lopez, but nevertheless you can bet most will have attempted to somewhat scout tonights contest.
Richard: There's only so much preparation you can do for a match like this, besides I don't think the entrance orders have even been drawn yet and that's a lottery that will partially decide who triumphs tonight as well as those who will be condemned to failure. Not to mention the fact that several superstars involved have upcoming matches to deal with beforehand!
Nick: That's right folks, there may only be four matches on the bill tonight, but they're all slobberknockers...
Richard: Where the hell did you pick that stupid phrase from?
Nick: (ignoring Richard) We've got an epic Universal Title Triple Threat match in store later as Black Angel will try to somehow retain his title against "The Big Bad Boda Daddy" Boda and the "Supreme Machine" Killean Sirrajin. Sirrajin was added to the mix just a fortnight ago by Hin See while Boda earned his right to challenge for whatever title he desired after his victory on the final ReVolution of 2004 and it goes without saying... Boda is not happy that Sirrajin was included.
Richard: Don't get me wrong, I can't stand Boda but I can at least understand that seeing Killean Sirrajin just GIFTED a spot in the match after Boda had to go through that now infamous Cornered Rage Match, would pretty majorly piss him off! Still, it adds some extra acrimonious feeling into a match between three superstars I care little for...
Nick: Speaking of acrimonious feeling, it seemed that just this past Wednesday on ReVolution The HIT came to his senses and reverted back to the hardcore icon the fans rose to their feet for... as opposed to the whiney complaining bitch he had become since joining PRIME and re-aqquainting himself with Karina Wolfenden. Those two still however have a brutal Last Man Standing Match to come and that's all before both have to step into the Dual Halo.
Richard: I used to like The HIT, but what I saw on ReVolution disgusted me. I hope he returns to his senses and makes Wolfenden pay for the injuries she inflicted that would have ended a lesser mans career. None of this "respect" crap!
Nick: ...and moving onto an individual who has takes disrepect to a new low, Hoyt Williams. For those of you watching us on PPV, you will have missed the in-ring confrontation we had before going on air, but lets just say it stoked the fire for not only tonights 5-Star Title match, but the Dual Halo match as well.
To fill in our loyal dollar paying viewers, a quickly assembled montage rounds up the "Rage Against The Wave" ceremony that broke down in a hurry.
Richard: Nova defeated two opponents and won the right to handpick his opponent, but let me tell you now Nick, he's going to regret selecting our personal saviour.
Nick: We'll find out shortly since the 5-Star Title match is our opening match tonight, but inorder to allow time for the Dual Halo to be constructed we also have a bonus match taking place in a temporary ring outside of the Sapporo Dome where Shane Wethers will take on Jackson Darilek in a bout that should have taken on this past weeks ReVolution...
The camera moves around the side of a announce desk to show a table laiden with various oriental food, situatued right behind the two commentators.
Nick: ...and as you can see there folks, management has arranged a buffet to keep Richard's appetite at bay due to the extra length of this PPV broadcast. Yes I know it seems stupid, but somehow Richard has been catered for... did you call in a favor or something?
Richard: It just goes to show that unlike you, I am appreciated for the professional and efficient job I do out here each week. Besides, we have to stay on air until the Dual Halo match reaches its conclusion and last year in total we were pushing the four hour mark by the time Ian English won it all and the Asian Invasion was formed in Memphis.
Nick: Well folks, I'd settle for a show that was two-thirds as good as last years, but this is PRIME afterall and I'm sure no one will be leaving the Sapporo Dome tonight disappointed.
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Promises |
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Written By Sebastian |
Hin See: Good evening fans and welcome to Culture Shock 2005.
The translator repeats Hin See's sentiments... drawing unexpected heat from the fans. Why do Japanese people boo translators? I don't know, maybe they have a far better grasp of the english language than we give them credit for? Maybe they think supplying a translator is condescending? Maybe they're just jerks?
Hin See: I don't want to hold up the show any longer than necessary, I would just like to take this time to give our loyal fans... not only in Japan, but around the world... my personal guarantee that tonights event will eclipse last years event in Memphis!
The fans boo the translator and then cheer Hin See's boast, afterall why wouldn't they want to see a better show than last years. For the Asian Cowboy however, it was more about erasing the memories of the epic event that Toshiaki Motoki inspired in 2004. The Dual Halo was Motoki's legacy and the sooner the fans forgot that little factoid, the better.
Hin See: Thank you for your attention... and now on with the show!
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The Mail, The Mail, It Never Fails... |
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Written By Nova |
Nova: What can I do you for?
Man: Mr. Vega?
Nova: You can call me Nova.
Man: Okay, Nova. I work for the arena handling mail, and I've got something for you.
Nova: SWEET! I love presents!
The mailman looks down at the package under his arm, and back up at Nova.
Mailman: Oh, this? No, this is going down the hall.
Nova: But...
Mailman: This is for you...
The mailman reaches into his pocket and pulls out a letter. As soon as he sees the return address, his heart does a cannonball into his stomach bile.
Liza
Davis
600
W. Walnut St.
Sacramento,
CA 95826
Nova walks back to his seat and lights another cigarette. He rips open the letter and begins to read.
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5-Star Title Match |
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Nick: You heard the co-owner folks, if this show is going to best last years event, then it's going to have to get off to a good start and what better start than a 5-Star title match?
Vince Howard: This match is scheduled for ONE FALL!
After a quick translation, the Japanese fans rise to their feet, cheering.
Vince Howard: And the winner shall be declared the PRIME 5-Star Champion of the WORLD!
Richard: Yeah...that's kind of like being-
Nick: Shut it! For once...just...shut it! To hold ANY title in this great promotion is an absolute honor, and for you-
Richard: The 5-Star title is good, but it's no GODS title So it is written...
Nick: So ye shall SHUT ye mouth!
Richard: ...
Vince Howard: Introducing first, the defending Champion, slayer of Joshua Taro-
Vince Howard is cut off short as Depeche Mode's "Personal Jesus" begins blairing over the loudspeakers, drawing boos from the crowd.
Nick: What's this all about!? How rude on the part of-
Richard: Praise HOYT!
God's Champion suddenly emerges from the sky, descending down from the rafters via a clearly clearly visible rope...
Nova looks up in confusion before quickly rolling his eyes.
Richard: Tha rapture is upon us!
Nick: (shivers) Make it go away...
The arena lights dim down as a single beam focuses on the quickly descending body of Hoyt Williams, microphone in hand...
Vince Howard: Er...uh...INTRODUCING second! The challenger, weighing in at-
"DIDN'T MEAN TO SHOW OFF, FOLKS!"
Richard: No need to apologize, brotha'! Amen!
Howard sighs, cut off short again, as Hoyt reaches a vertical base before throwing off the rope. It's quickly pulled back up into the rafters, much to everyone's amusement. Hoyt simply ignores the fans.
Hoyt Williams: No need to bow down to me...Well, okay, maybe you should! But I was on a tight schedule, otherwise I would have...
Nick: Uh...wsn't he just out here ten minutes ago, with Rage?
Richard: ...Noooo....
Before Hoyt can finish, he drops the mic, forced into shutting up as Nova attempts to level God's Champion with a clothesline!
Nick: The bell rings, and here we go, 5-Star Title on the line!
Hoyt ducks, though, causing Nova to fall over the ropes...
Catching himself as Hoyt turns to take off his white robe, flexing his muscles toward the crowd.
Richard: These Asian jezebels will never get a piece of this white Christian meet!
Nick: Lucky them...
Nova jumps up onto the ring apron and then slingshots himself over the top rope.
The current 5-Star champ follows through with a dropkick to the back of an arrogant Hoyt Williams. Hoyt slams face first into the mat where Nova is already back on his feet, quickly jumping onto Hoyt's back, and begins to pound the self proclaimed "other" son of God into the mat, repeatedly. The crowd is going crazy for this quick show of wit by Nova, done in an attempt to gain himself an early advantage.
You see, Nick, this is why guys like that Nova sinner are going to hell. They take cheap shot tactics on the great Hoyt.
Nick: Richard, you know as well as I do that Hoyt is going to use under handed tactics all night long to try and steal a 5-Star Title victory.
Richard: Nick, I'll not have you dishonoring the good name of Hoyt Williams. And while we're at it, there is no need for you to bring up the stealing of anything here tonight, unless your going to finally admit that the K-Wolf and Tessa STOLE the Tag Team titles from Los Diablos.
Nick: That isn't important at this time, Richard.
Richard: I knew you'd never admit to the fact that your two heroines were nothing more than common theives.
Back in the ring Nova has pulled Hoyt up to his feet and gives him a couple quick shots to the stomach. The defending champ knees Hoyt in the gut and attempts to end the match early with a Dying Star Drop. However, once he hooks his leg around the back of Hoyt's head, after leaping up into the air, Hoyt simply stands up, while grabbing the leg, and falls to his side in a modified DVD type manuever for the counter.
Richard: GREAT COUNTER!
Nick: It was fairly impressive.
Hoyt quickly moves into position to begin his first offensive of the match. He lays in a couple of heavy boots into the rib and kidney area of the current 5-Star champion before grabbing Nova by his long hair and yanking him to his feet. He whips Nova into the ropes and follows through with a back body drop upon his return. The move sends Nova a good ten feet into the air, and his landing is anything but soft.
Nick: Nova must have been ten feet in the air on that back body drop.
Richard: Yes, it was a gift from Hoyt.
Nick: How so?
Richard: Cause that is as close to Heaven as Nova will ever get!
Hoyt lifts Nova up to his feet, keeping him in a tight headlock, before whipping Nova hard into the corner. Nova hits the corner turnbuckle chest first, and bounces off of them only to be met by a clothesline from the charging Hoyt, sending both men crashing back into the corner, pinning Nova's chest between the turnbuckles and Hoyt's massive frame. Hoyt quickly grabs Nova by his long hair once more and begins slamming his head into the top turnbuckle. After five or six times, he spins Nova around very quickly and slaps him hard across the face. The sound of the slap echo's throughout the arena.
"Oooooohhhhhhh," resonates the crowd who then quickly begin to boo Hoyt for the apparent lack of respect. Quickly Hoyt slaps Nova across the face once more. The crowd boos as God's Champion begins a series of trash talking directed toward the defending champ.
"Repent, you foul sinner, and the Lord shall spare you from this awful beating!"
Richard: YES! Force that dirty sinner to repent of all his wrong doings. Show him your power and mercy, great Hoyt!
Nick: Richard, SHUT THE HELL UP!
Richard quickly whips his head around to stare in shock at Nick. The way Nick yelled caused Hoyt to also turn his head and glare. That one moment of taking his eye off the ball, so to speak, is all that Nova needed to spring into action...
As Hoyt turns around, ready to lay another slap across the face off Nova, he is instead met by a hard right to the face. It's followed by another, and then a giant left that sends the big man down to the canvas. The crowd begin to explode with excitement as Nova, fired up, is back on the offensive.
Richard: Good job, ASS!
Nick: Hoyt's distraction was on par of the kind of mistakes that only rookies make. He better step up in this match, and fast!
Quickly, Nova springboards off the second rope and lands a well placed leg drop across the face of Hoyt. Jumping to his feet, Nova is able to hit a standing dropkick to the back of Hoyt's head, who had set up quickly to cover his face after the leg drop. The kick to the back of his head sends Hoyt back down, but this time he quickly rollsout of the ring to get his bearings and stop Nova's momentum.
Nick: Hoyt is going to get to neutral ground and clear his head now, Richard. Nova is really pounding on him.
Richard: Nova is simply sealing his own fate with his evil ways!
With Hoyt outside the ring trying to clear his head, Nova decides he isn't about to allow this to go on. Running across the ring, Nova dives in between the top and middle rope and catches Hoyt in the chest with the dive, just as Hoyt turns around. Both men go down again, and Nova rolls around, rubbing his shoulder, trying to work out some of the pain that he caused himself. The crowd is going crazy for the fact that Nova has now taken over entirely. Finally, after several moments, Nova is able to get off up to his feet and slowly walks over to Hoyt.
Nick: This doesn't look good for the challenger.
Richard: Hmm...Unless the challenger is a Divine being...
As Nova is walking over toward his prey, the ref is getting out of the ring in order to try and restore some order to the match. With this small opening, Hoyt nails Nova with a hard low blow that sends Nova down to his knees. The Sapparo Dome begins erupting in boos.
Nick: Blatant cheat by the self-proclaimed "Son of God".
Richard: Was it so "blatant," Nick, WAS it?
Nick: ...How come you have to change everything to some rhetorical nonsense?
Richard: Is it, Nick? IS it?
Hoyt gets to his feet and walks over to grab Nova by the hair and yank him up. He then sends Nova head first into the ring post, where Nova bounces off hard with a sickening thud. But before Nova can even let that entirely register, he is being yanked up once again and this time he is whipped into the steel steps at ringside. He slams into the seats and sends the top set flying off the top of the other. With the crowd going craz, Nova is down and in a lot of pain.
Richard: Now the sinner is being taught his lesson!
Nick: Yes, a good one as well: Never trust a psychotic jackass.
Like a true hunter who has stalked his prey, Hoyt quickly grabs Nova and slings him back into the ring. Hoyt enters the ring also, and after landing a quick elbow drop to Nova's chest, he covers the defending champ for the first pin attempt of the match up.
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ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE...
But NOVA quickly gets his shoulder up in time, bringing the crowd alive after the near fall!
Hoyt gets up and drops another elbow onto the chest of Nova. The fans boo as the 5-Star champ's body goes limp. Hoyt goes for another cover.
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ONE!
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TWO...
And Nova kicks out even harder this time!
Nick: Hoyt is getting frustrated as Nova kicks out! This match is long from being over, especially on the part of the current champ!
Hoyt begins to slam his hand on the mat in frustration. He turns and begins to question the ref about what he saw as a slow count. The crowd are on their collective feet, going crazy for Nova, a man who's shown a lot of heart in this match up.
Richard: These fools shall all burn in the fiery depths of hell! Every last one of them!... Except maybe that girl to our left...
Nick: (sighs) Yes Richard, whatever you say, dear.
Hoyt gets to his feet and begins laying in a couple of boots to Nova one more time before bouncing off the ropes and landing a leg drop of his own onto his opponent's vulnerable chest. Quickly, Hoyt goes for another cover.
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ONE!
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TWO...
And Nova kicks out again! The crowd goes wild.
Nick: If there is a God, he doesn't seem to be on Hoyt's side...
Richard: ...Uh...How- How DARE you!
Frustration begins to mount in the eyes of Hoyt, furious over the fact that Nova won't stay down.
"Stay down sinner!" Hoyt shouts at Nova before laying into his maimed opponent's head with several hard right hands. Finally the ref grabs Hoyt by the arm and issues him a severe warning. But as the official gives him a stern lecture over the use of closed fists, God's Champion just smiles back, undeterred. Hoyt pushes the ref back and goes over to attack Nova again. Quickly, Nova makes a move and pulls Hoyt down, rolling him into a cradle pin! The ref hits the mat, counting.
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ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE...
But Hoyt is able to kick his way out just in time! The crowd explodes once again as these two competitors pull ut all the near-stops they can muster, thie being an important match for both of their highly-respective careers.
Nick: This has been one exciting sequence.
Richard: It was great up until then. Nova tried to pull a K-Wolf and steal a win.
Nick: Richard, will you just give that a rest already?
Richard: Not until she both appoligies to The HIT, and until she gives the Tag Titles to their rightful owners, Los Diablos.
Hoyt gets to his feet, and goes to grab Nova again, but is met with a couple of shots to the mid-section. Nova gets to his feet and lands a hard right to the head of Hoyt. Hoyt retaliates with a left to Nova's head. Back and forth the two go for a few moments as the crowd goes crazy over the two of them now in a fist-fight for control of the match. The crowd begins to really get the arena going with their applause and own style of cheering. Finally Hoyt is able to get the upper hand with a well placed elbow to the jaw of Nova. As Nova stumbles back, Hoyt rushes in and quickly and drops him with a bulldog. Hoty then jumps on Nova's back and locks him quickly into a painful camel clutch. Nova instantly begins to holler out in great pain.
Richard: Make the sinner submit to your will, great Hoyt. PRAISE HOYT!
Nick: Why must you always say that?
Richard: Don't you realize how great he is? He is exorcising the demons from Nova at this very moment. Can't you tell by how Nova is doing all that yelling?
In the ring, Nova continues to yell, but isn't even close to thinking about tapping out, it would appear. The camera focuses in on a determined look on the face of the 5-Star champ, baring his teeth. He continues to shake his head no and fight through the pain, trying to get himself to the ropes for a break. After struggling for several moments in the hold, Nova is finally able to inch his way very close to the ropes. He reaches his hand out and....
Hoyt yanks him back to the center of the ring and applies more pressure to the hold!
Richard: Heaven just sent an Angel from above!
Nick: OR, Hoyt simply overpowered Nova due to his superior weight and strength, and managed to pull his opponent back into the center of the ring.
Nova begins to really struggle to try and free himself as the pain is almost unbearable. Nova begins to fight it and struggle toward the ropes again. The crowd is buzzing as Nova gives it everything he can to get to the ropes. He pulls himself, stretches, and pulls. Until finally he reaches out once again and...
Nick: NOVA REACHES THE ROPES!
Richard: Calm down. The damage has been done. Hoyt has this one in the bag.
Nick: Have faith, Richard.
Richard: I do, and I am! I just said Hoyt was going to win.
Hoyt releases the hold, but only after a count of four, and then stands up and boots a couple quick shots into the back of Nova.
Nick: Hoyt is being ruthlessly aggressive!
Richard: Yes, it's what wrestlers do, Sherlock.
But Hoyt misses with his next kick, as Nova turns to catch Hoyt's boot. The current champ whips the challenger around, twisting his ankle. Hoyt falls to the mat in pain. Nova jumps to his feet. He bounces off the far ropes and comes back with a low dropkick, sending Hoyt head-first into the turnbuck-No!
Hoyt catches himself. He pushes back and rams, rear-end first, into Nova...Who simply leans back and tosses Hoyt with a Northern Light Suplex, grounding him with a quick, surprising pin!
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ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
...NO!
Hoyt easily kicks out.
Nick: Nova almost got him!
Richard: In a biblical sense, "almost" is as useless as "never did," pal.
Nick: Maybe so, but Nova isn't going to lay down his title for anybody. ANYBODY!
Nova gets to his feet with a wide grin across his face. He nails Hoyt with a particularly brutal knee to the nose, causing God's Champ to curl into the fetal position in pain, holding his face.
Nick: Nova has a few kinks to work out in the slinky Hoyt...er...uh...
Richard: Had to reach for that one, huh?
Nova drags Hoyt to a vertical base before driving him back to the corner with a series of stiff back-hand chops. But Hoyt fires back! He ducks a chop before kneeing Nova hard in the gut. Hoyt steps back and knocks Nova down ti the mat with a swift kick to the chest. He follows it up with a quick elbow drop, catching Nova in the sternum.
Richard: God's Champion is back in control! PA-RAISE HIM!
Sensing that he has him right where he wants him, God's Champion lifts Nova up and whips him into the ropes. Upon the rebound, Hoyt scoops Nova up and into the position for C & S (no, not Culture Shock, "Saved and Crucified). He spins around and charges, preparing to dump Nova on his back and end this great battle. As he leaps into the air to finish it off, somehow, at the VERY last possible second, Nova is able to wiggle free, keeping an arm around Hoyts head, and reverse the Crucified and Saved into a tornado DDT! The Japanese fans go nuts Hoyt's head bounces hard off the mat.
Nick: What a fantastic counter! Nova was able to avoid Hoyts finisher with a perfect tornado DDT! He may have knocked the fire and brimestone sheer out of Hoyt's crazed mind with that move!
Richard: That sinning little shi...
Nick: (raising an eyebrow) Remember cursing is a sin Richard.
Richard: I was going to say "Shi'ite!" ...That sinning little Muslim!
With both men down, the referee is forced to use the ten count.
1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
Richard: Don't let this end in a count out! Oh Lord, help your son get to his feet and take the 5-Star Title from the stain that is Nova...sinner!
6...
7...
Both men begin to stir . Trying with everything they have left in them to get to their feet, the audience shows their support by banging on their seats, rocking the Sapparo Dome back to life.
8...
They bith make some more movement, Nova now on his knees, and Hoyt moving toward the ropes.
9...
Nova falls back to the mat as Hoyt pulls himself up by use of the top rope, just in time to break the count! The Japanese fans roar in approval, regardless of the fact that it is the villian who broke the count.
With Hoyt up and leaning on the ropes, and Nova now up to his feet, albeit shakingly, the crowd begins to buzz once again. The battle between two proud warriors continues as both men try to get their bearings and take the prize home with them. Suddenly, both men charge forward, and in a split second, go for the same move.
Double clothesline!
Both men go down! And the ref has to start the count all over again...
Nick: These two men are laying it all on the line here tonight!
Richard: Nova must have praised a demonic symbol, or asked Budda for guidance on the way into the match, to keep getting this kind of luck against the greatness of someone like God's Son.
Nick: You really are a very sick and ignorant little man, Richard.
The referee, after checking both men, begins the count once more.
1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
Nick: After going through a match like this so far, how much will these two have left when it comes time for the Halo later tonight?
7...
Richard: Hoyt gets his strength from our all mighty Father, so he'll be good as new when it comes time to win the Halo. I mean, just think of it, Nick. He hangs out with dudes with halos above their heads every night. That's gotta be an advantage.
8...
9...
10..
Is it OVER!?
NO!
Just before the ref can make the ten count, Nova is able to leap up to his feet, reaching deep within himself...
...As Hoyt slowly rises to his feet as well, lifted by some seemingly invisible force.
Richard: Care to explain that?
Nick: Yes. Muscle attached to the leg bones allow one to st-
Richard: Ah, shut it!
The crowd begins to clap for the display of heart and determination to win this match being displayed before them. Quickly, Hoyt slams a fist into the ribs of Nova, causing him to double over. Hoyt then whips Nova toward the corner...
And Nova slams into the ref! It causes the ref to go down in a heap, but it's clear he isn't totally out. Just simply dazed at the moment.
Richard: Pfft! Did you see that!? Nova saw he was going to lose, so he cheated!
Nick: Yeah, I think if you switch the name of competitors for who's at fault, you'd be onto something, Rich.
With both the ref and Nova down, Hoyt looks around suddenly before quickly making up his mind and sliding out of the ring...
And quickly grabs his golden Bible!
Nick: NO!!!
Hoyt smiles along with Richard at the fans who are booing at ringside, before quickly diving back into the ring.
Nick: Looks like Hoyt is going to take the cheap way out in this one. Sure doesn't seem like a son of any God I know!
Richard: Perhaps because you're an atheist, fool! BLASPHAMEY! You will go to Hell for such slanderous talk!
In the ring, Hoyt stands behind Nova, waiting for him to get to his feet so he can take him out once and for all. Finally Nova makes his way to his feet and turns around to face Hoyt ,slowly. Just as he turns around, Hoyt swings at his head with the Bible, HARD...
WIIIIFFFFFFF!!!!
But he misses as Nova ducks under the shot and turns and quickly to boot Hoyt in the gut!
Nick: These Japanese fans are going insane -meaning midly clapping, throwing handulfs of salt here and there...er...- as Hoyt's plan backfires!
Richard: It's all about destiny, Nick. It must all be part of His plan!
With Hoyt tired and buckled over, Nova picks up the weapon to look it over. The fans respond kindly to this. But before he can even try to throw the weapon out of the ring, the ref, who finally gets back to his feet as well, gets up and takes the weapon from Nova! He whips the 5-Star champ around and gives him a warning about trying to use the weapon. Nova just shakes his head, trying unsuccessfully yo explain the object.
Richard: Please dear, powerful, wonderful God, give your son the strength to destroy this sinner.
Nick: Do you really think that is going to help? Asking God to help a person who CLAIMS to be his other son?
Richard: You just watch, you non-believer!
Nova bounces off the ropes and then leaps into the air, attempting to hit his finisher, the Dying Star Drop, on Hoyt!
However, just as he is about to meet the back of Hoyt's head, Hoyt suddenly stands up, having played possum for the last few moments...
And CATCHES Nova!
Quickly, Hoyt shifts Nova into position, spins, and plants him with a thunderous Crucified and Saved in the center of the ring!!!
The shocked fans go silent.
Hoyt quickly hooks the leg and goes for the pin.
ONE...
Richard: YES! He is going to do it!
TWO...
Nick: I don't believe this...
THREE....
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Hoyt slowly rises to his feet while Howard gets in the ring to hand him the 5-Star Title! Hoyt looks down at the belt before raising it high in the air, above his head.
Nick: What a travesty, folks!
Richard: No, fWo is a Travis-ty. This is a great victory, pure and simple! We have a NEW 5-Star Champion!
Nick: Yes Richard, yes we do...albeit won under the guise of legitimacy, with the match being won by Hoyt not wrestling like a real competitor...This belt is forever stained.
Richard: Unlike your pants, Nick, this belt is FINE! And it's in FINE hands as well!
Hoyt heads out of the ring with the belt now strapped around his waist. With the fans still applauding, not really the win, but the effort of both men, Nova slowly climbs to his feet, and stumbles over to the ropes. He leans on them for support, his head down in discouragement over the loss.
Richard: Call it what you will...but Hoyt NEVER hit Nova with that belt, and His Holiness won that match, fair and square!
Nick: Yes...I saw it.
Richard: Power of prayer my friend. Power of prayer. Soak it up, ex-champ! Hahaha!
Nick: Good thing the people of Hokkaido are showing him more respect than you are...asshole.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A noise brings everyone's attention to the entrance ramp, where Big Poppa has walked out onto the stage, slapping a microphone against the palm of his hand in mock applause.
Big Poppa: My condolences over the loss...
Nick: Condolences?
Big Poppa: ...but you know that's not why I'm here. I know what was in that letter you read.
Nova, still perched on the second turnbuckle pad, stares intently at his friend, the hand not clutching the 5-Star Title clenched into a fist.
Big Poppa: That's right. Clench your fist at me. Get angry. I was just trying to help you, and this is the thanks I get?
Big Poppa slowly starts walking down the ring as he continues talking.
Big Poppa: I should have known. You were always ungrateful for everything I did for you.
A ring technician extends a microphone to Nova, who furiously rips it out of his hand.
Nova: Ungrateful?! UNGRATEFUL?!!
Nova pauses for a moment, gritting his teeth and calming himself down.
Nova: You're right. You're right. I mean, you ARE my best friend...you deserve a thank-you, what was I thinking?
Big Poppa gives a satisfactory nod.
Nova: So thank you, BP, ol' boy...
Big Poppa: You're wel-
Nova: ...thank you for everything. Oh, and just to clarify, by "everything" I mean paying someone to sabotage my marriage and ruin my fucking life!!!
Nick: Whoa! Was THAT what was in the letter from Liza? A confession?!
Big Poppa: Ruin your life? Ruin your life!? I saved your life, buddy. Ariel was only holding you back. I thought that maybe once you got your head out of her vagina, you'd see that. I wanted it to be you and me, Chris. I'm the only real friend you've ever had.
Nova: Oh! Oh, God, how stupid of me not to see that getting divorced from my wife, losing custody of my daughter, being unceremoniously evicted from my home, and becoming financially destitute are all really just you doing me a favor!
Big Poppa: You never needed all of that. You think they were your family? You think that was your home? No! Your home is here in the ring in a different city every night; even a different country! Your family is here! I'm your fucking family, man. For years, I've done everything I could to give you a leg up, to help you reach your potential. 5-Star Champion? You could be so much more! So how about it? How about you calm down, and we work together tonight in the Dual Halo? Then you try telling me I was wrong!
Nova climbs down from the second turnbuckle and leans over the ropes, pointing at his former stable-mate.
Nova: Poppa, if I see you in the Halo...
Big Poppa grins and nods.
Nova: ...I'm gonna crack your fucking skull open.
Nova begins to climb out of the ring.
Big Poppa: You think so, huh? You think you're going to crack my skull open in the Halo tonight? Well, I don't think it's going to go down like that. I think that maybe I'll be the one cracking your skull open...just like I did a few weeks ago when I made my first PRIME appearance!
Nick: Big Poppa was Nova's attacker?!
Richard: Holy crap. This guy is my new favorite.
Nova drops the microphone and begins sprinting up the entrance ramp. Big Poppa rushes forward to meet him, and at the last second before collision, Nova ducks down and takes Poppa to the floor with a spear. Nova rolls on top of him, landing a few punches before Big Poppa hoists him up and tosses him into the first row of fans.
Nick: Sullivan Sawyer needs to get down here as soon as possible!
Richard: Meh, it's PRIME security, what do you expect?
Nova leaps back over the guardrail and takes Big Poppa down with a body splash, but the latter is quick to recover, and he launches himself onto his enemy with a fury of elbows and forearms. Nova puts a few elbows into his ribs and swings around with a right hook that sends Big Poppa reeling backwards. The fans begin cheering as Nova backs Big Poppa up the ramp with lefts and rights.
Nick: Nova exacting some small measure of revenge on his best friend turned saboteur!
Richard: "Saboteur" is a little harsh, don't you think?
Nick: ...no.
Having reached the top of the ramp, Nova lands one more right hand before doubling Big Poppa over with a boot to the stomach. Nova drapes a leg across the back of Poppa's neck...
Nick: He's going for the DSD!!
THWACK!!!
Nova screams as he falls to his knees, both arms bent around trying to feel where blood is dribbling out of his back. Razor Blade stands over him, a barbed-wire steel chair in his hands.
Nick: Where the hell did RFB come from?!
Richard: Backstage...I bet he was waiting there the whole time!
Nova stares up at his old mentor, a slew of emotions painted across his face...shock, anger, pain, sadness...Big Poppa climbs to his feet and nods to Razor before taking the chair from him and raising it overhead.
Nick: NOO!!!
Richard: YES! TAKE HIM OUT!
As Big Poppa brings the chair down, Sullivan Sawyer comes barreling out of the back and tackles him to the ground. PRIME security begins pouring out of the back, and just before they reach Razor, Nova launches forward and swings on his old boss. Razor struggles with security as he screams threats at Nova, but the numbers prove too much, and Razor and Big Poppa are separated from Nova.
Richard: Great... the one time that idiot Nova was getting his comeuppance, and PRIME chooses now to start being effective.
Nick: There's no way we've seen the last confrontation between these three... no way.
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Fighting A One Man Army |
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Written By Brandon Youngblood & Peter Vetra |
Lisa Tyler: Brandon Youngblood, tonight is the Dual Halo match. You along with twenty-nine other stars are going to go toe to toe in that steel and mesh structure with one thing in mind; winning. How good do you think your chances are, Mr. Youngblood.
Tyler brings the microphone close to Brandon's lips.
Brandon Youngblood: Well, where as most wrestlers would start nailing everyone down and saying how much they suck, I come from a different perspective. You see, everyone at this level is good. Everyone on the PRIME roster is a quality athlete that can bring it bell to bell. Now, you asked me what I thought my chances are. To answer that, I think I have as good a chance as anyone. If I draw late, the chances increase. If I don't I'm at a disadvantage. It really is that simple. With all the great wrestlers this company has to offer, anyone can walk into that match in win.
Am I confident in my abilities? Your damn right I am. But you think confidence or barbs are going to make the decision of who wins tonight? No.
It's gonna take a great wrestler, and a great man or woman to survive the Halo. And if I have the chance, that person will be me.
Tyler's eyebrow rose quizzically.
Lisa Tyler: Doesn't that seem a little naive? Most of the people you are going against wouldn't give someone else the time of day...
Brandon ripped the microphone from her hands, and looked directly into her eyes.
Brandon Youngblood: Because as great as the athletes are, they don't respect each other. As great as Vampir is, his attitude and his way of conducting himself has made him a target. As great as Karina Wolfenden is, her behavior hasn't won many fans in the locker room, especially after she attacked a fan and received no punishment as a result of her actions. As great as the Rolo's, the Rage's, the Boda's are, we consider ourselves mortal enemies. And tonight, when we all get in that structure, we are going to fight tooth and nail. Do I like many people on this roster? No. But
I do respect the abilities of my peers. And if anyone else has a problem doing so, they are just a damn fool for doing so.
And with that, a sickening laugh is heard reverberating off of the backdrop.
?: Considering the fact that you couldn't beat a pair of dirty mexican's, the only real fool here is you.
Suddenly, coming into full view was Peter Vetra. The scene quickly shifted as Vetra continued on.
Peter Vetra: You know something Brandon? You talk about respect and all that nonsense, but honestly, do you even understand what is coming out of your mouth? Do you understand that all you are doing is flattering yourself? Your a nothing. A two bit overhyped fluke who can't string two coherent thoughts together without talking about how great you are. And honestly, it's sickening.
Brandon Youngblood: Lisa, if you'll excuse me for a second, I think the midget over there wants to pick a fight. No hard feelings.
And with that, Lisa Tyler made her way out of the picture, and the two men got face to face. Though Brandon was much taller than Vetra, there was no intimidation. He was not going to back down from the so called Greatest Wrestler Alive Today.
Brandon Youngblood: Vetra, what the hell are you doing interrupting my camera time? If you've got a problem with me, take it up in the locker room. Hell, I just stated how I actually respect this roster. And all of a sudden, BAM, here you come trying to flame bait me. Unless you got something constructive to add, I suggest getting on your knees and kissing my ass.
Vetra could merely chuckle.
Peter Vetra: That's the thing with people like you. All talk and no damn walk. But no worries, if waxing on poetically about greatness and that garbage then getting your ass handed to you by a bunch of cheap migrant workers is a form of getting yourself over, I want no part in it. I just want to take my fist and knock out a few teeth of yours so you can't bullshit your way to the top without proving yourself.
Youngblood ripped off his sunglasses and shoved Vetra at this point.
Brandon Youngblood: What the hell are you? Some one man army? I'm freaking eating fire tonight! AND IF YOU WANT TO PROVE SOMETHING...
THEN GODDAMMIT, LET'S GO RIGHT NOW!
With that, Vetra roared and jumped towards Brandon, who tried to grab and throw him into the backdrop, but failed to get a real good grip, causing the pair to topple into it exchanging punches. And just as things were getting interesting, the cameras went elsewhere.
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Red Burden |
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Written By Killean Sirrajin & Aimz |
As Killean rounded the corner, he was thinking to himself and didn't notice the person in front of him. The girl swung a fist and almost took Killean's head off. Missing by inches, the fist hits the wall, not really doing much damage except for cracking open the knuckles of the redhead.
Killean Sirrajin: Hey now, watch it girl.
But Killean seemed unsettled. In front of him was no ordinary girl. Punching the wall was Aimz, one of the newest PRIME additions, and a phenom in her own right. This girl had a history miles long, with the scars and tattoos to match... but she didn't seem like herself at that moment. After punching the wall, Killean noticed her winding up for it a second time. He put out his arms and blocked the impact; all the while the female superstar was mumbling something. She was beginning to squirm, trying to break free of the Supreme Machine's hold, but Sirrajin held her tightly and tried to protect her from serious harm.
Killean Sirrajin: You won't make an impact with broken hands, girlie...
But then Killean was surprised as she went rather limp and let herself slide with Killean slowly lowering her to the ground. She was shaking and her touch was really cold. Something was wrong and Killean knew it when she began to ramble, barely acknowledging that Sirrajin was present.
Aimz: It's too much, isn't it? This match, I mean...I have no shot, it's too hard. Too many people...
Killean had a look of concern in his eye, rare for a man of his attitude and coldness. But he was now worried about Aimz and what was happening in front of him. She was staring off into nothingness, like she had no destination.
Aimz: I... need to win... too hard... so much to think about... so many ifs...
Killean finally wanted to act. He looked around and the area was void of any human being or camera. No one could see this now; it would not be a good thing. Killean pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. He held the cell phone to his ear. He needed to get help but he didn't want this to spread around. He thought of the safest alternative. Killean held the phone with his shoulder and picked up Aimz into his arms, all the while Aimz not even realizing that she was being plucked from the ground. Killean then quietly walked down the hall and struggled to open his dressing room door. The voice heard on the other end of the phone greeted Killean and he was relieved to hear it.
Killean Sirrajin: Matt, I need your help... yeah, after the event tonight...
Killean opened the door and took Aimz inside, talking to Tchu about what was happening. He wanted to help Aimz get over this and get on focus tonight. He couldn't wait until after the show, so he would do what he could now and they would see Tchu after the show. Closing the door to the room, Aimz was mumbling without focus. She needed help and fast.
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Revenge... On Your Terms |
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Written By First Blood |
Hin See: Daniel Pierce. I was wondering how long it would take you to get here tonight.
First Blood: Pardon me?
Hin See continued to speak as he played with a pen from his pocket. After a moment he began writing on a piece of paper.
Hin See: Well, Pierce, Killean Sirrajin was in here to see me earlier. He said that he was tired of me not doing anything about your attack on him during ReVolution a couple weeks ago. And he'd decided to book the two of you...
At the top of the paper we see Hin See has written "Rev 56 Card".
Hin See: ...in an Intense Title match-up. What do you think of that?
First Blood: Sounds good. Main Event?
Hin See: Oh... maybe. But I've made an executive decision of my own.
First Blood: What's that?
Hin See: Do you remember when Killean won the Intense strap for the first time? In the Syndicate Structure Match at Colossus?
First Blood: I vaguely remember, but I think I was busy that night single-handedly raising PRIME stock by joining the ranks that night.
Hin See: Yes, well... in honor of that, I've decided to make the match a Glass Ring Match.
First Blood cocks an intrigued eyebrow and nearly finds himself smiling.
First Blood: You took the words right out of my mouth.
Hin See: You're pleased with the match.
First Blood: Nothing would bring me more pleasure than to relieve Sirrajin of the title at his own game. And hey, since the match is already going to be brutal in mature let's go all the way out and have it be a no DQ match as well.
Hin See nods as he continues to scrawl on his sheet of paper. He finishes writing whatever he's going to write so he puts his pen down and turns the paper for Pierce to read.
ReVolution 56 Card.
Intense Title Match
Killean Sirrajin (c) vs. First Blood
No DQ Glass Ring Match
Notes - Dark Age banned from ringside
Upon reading the last line Pierce snarls as he looks at the Asian Cowboy.
Hin See: I can play the game too.
Pierce storms off as The Asian Cowboy reclines in his chair, letting his face succumb to a rather large self-satisfied grin.
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Nick: What an announcement and what a match we're going to see on ReVolution next wednesday! As you can see folks, tensions are building backstage ahead of the huge Dual Halo match later tonight. I understand that Brandon Youngblood and Peter Vetra have been prised apart, but right now we've got our second match of the might. Things have been building up to this match ever since the HIT first arrived in PRIME. He's either going to get his apology, or he'll get knocked out.
Richard: This is just an example of how low the business has sunk. They have to have a MATCH just so someone gets forced to do the right thing.
Vince Howard: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and the rules are as follows. In order for the Hardcore Isosceles Trapezoid to win, he must make Karina Wolfenden say the words "I'M SORRY"... and in order for Karina Wolfenden to win, she must keep the HIT down for a count of TEN!
With the fans already popping for the match announcement, the HIT's self-penned theme - "I'm Gonna Kick Yo Ass" - starts up.
Vince Howard: Introducing first; from Salt Lake City, Utah... weighing in at 220 pounds... he is THE HARDCORE ISOSCELES TRAPEZOID!!!
With sections of the crowd popping hard for his name, the HIT slides into the middle of the ring, before pointing out to his fans.
Nick: The HIT made his name in the arenas around here. The scars you see on his body, they were inflicted as she tried to gain a reputation with the Japanese fans.
Richard: It's about time we found a crowd who'll cheer the man who's in the right.
As the Trapezoid tests the ropes and loosens his battle-hardened body, the Von Bondies' "C'Mon, C'Mon" starts up, helping carry the fans' enthusiasm even further. Into flashing, fit-inducing pink strobes Kari bounds, dual tag titles strapped as an X across her chest.
Is it safe to say?
"C'MON! C'MON!"
Was it right to leave?
"C'MON! C'MON!"
Will I ever learn?
"C'MON! C'MON! C'MON! C'MON! C'MON! C'MON!"
Nick: As you can hear, the HIT isn't the only one in this match who's big in Japan. Karina has wrestled some big shows here over the last 18 months, and just like in the US, she's hard to forget!
Her entire body looking alive and vibrant, she slaps the hands of the fans lucky enough to get aisle seats, before spinning across to the other side to reward their outstretched palms. Back across to the opposite rail she jogs, leaping up onto the 90 degree angle where aisle meets ringside, then pumping a gloved fist into the air to milk every bit of volume from the fans that she can.
"C'MON! C'MON! C'MON! C'MON! C'MON! C'MON!"
Slightly bending her knees, Kari then flings herself backwards into a Corkscrew Moonsault, landing gracefully on her feet before leaping onto the apron.
Vince Howard: And his opponent; from Albany, New York... weighing in at 155 pounds... she is both a PRIME and PRIMETIME CENTRAL TAG TEAM CHAMPION... SHE IS THE K-WOLF... KARINA WOLFENDENNNNN!!!
With effortless agility, the K-Wolf executes a snappy springboard onto the top rope, before flipping forward into the ring, landing just a couple of feet away from the Trapezoid. Unfolding his arms, the HIT nods and gives a short round of applause as Karina drops her landing stance, then starts to loosen her legs and shoulders. Wesley James moves himself in between the two competitive superstars, giving them one final run down of the rules.
Nick: This match is tailored to the duo wrestling in it... to win, each will have to do what they've failed to do before.
Richard: And I'll be cheering for the HIT the whole time.
While just a few weeks ago the pair of them in the ring would have undoubtedly let do chaotic violence, the honourable duo stand their ground and wait for the bell... each wanting the match to begin for the competition, rather than any hate and spite.
Nick: As much as I love calling the action in PRIME, this is the kind of match that tells you itself what's happening. We're still going to be here adding out commentary, but we want to sit back and enjoy this as much as everyone else!
Richard: Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't talk over Wolfenden's grovelling apology.
Satisfied that both PRIME stars know the score, James calls for the bell and gestures for them to begin.
Ding, ding!
Despite the Trapezoid having nullified their hate for him at ReV 55, the crowd are still leaning towards the pro-Wolfenden stance, launching into a deafening, stomp-assisted chant as the wrestlers begin to circle.
"KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH!"
Those in the crowd who'd followed the HIT's tours of Japan then rise to the vocal challenge, and splice their own chant into the gaps between the K-Wolf's support.
"TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD!"
To a backdrop of rousing chants, Kari and the HIT close in on one another, before locking up... a rarity for Kari. Instantly, the HIT takes control, spinning out and behind Karina, wrenching her arm with a Hammerlock. Thinking fast, Karina flings an elbow back, but the wily Trapezoid telegraphs it, dodging his head to safety. Putting even more pressure on the joint, the HIT tries to force Karina towards the turnbuckle, only for her to then fling a heel back, aiming a kick to the HIT's groin.
Nick: The HIT has to be favourite whenever they lock up. Karina is more of an explosive starter, not one who's going to wrestle you from bell to bell.
Just realising what was coming in time, the HIT releases Karina's arm and hops up, dodging the vicious heel kick.
Nick: Those feet are like a natural defence mechanism. They can hit you from anywhere.
Whipping her body around, kick-stance set, Karina sees the HIT has retreated back a good 5 feet, ready to lock up again. Once more the competitors lock up, and once again it's the HIT who takes quick control, pulling Karina down from her high centre of gravity with a Armdrag. Before the HIT can apply any real pressure to the hold, Karina rolls forward, and hastily back to her feet, trying to counter with an Arm-Wringer... but only for the HIT to read it well and pull her into a front facelock.
Controlling the K-Wolf with the hold, the Trapezoid pushes his forearm into the side of her neck, aiming for the effect of a Sleeper Hold.
Dropping to one knee, the HIT tries to pull Wolfenden down with him, but her soles remain planted, refusing to be yanked down to the mat. Having to rethink, the HIT gets back to both feet, and goes to hammer Karina's spine with a forearm... but she arches her right leg back and flicks her ankle, landing a stinging kick out of nowhere to the HIT's jaw.
Nick: And that's what I was talking about. If it's physically possible for her feet to hit your face, she'll make sure it does.
Richard: She'll need a couple more hundred like that to keep the HIT down for 10 though.
Stunned, the Trapezoid stumbles back, hunched over, allowing the K-Wolf to bowl him over with a crunching Kappou Kick.
"KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH!"
Grabbing his face, the HIT is sent falling backwards, but he manages to roll back through onto his knees... which isn't always a good thing when a pumped Karina Wolfenden is standing in front of you. Having seen enough of her matches to know what's coming, the fans raise the volume a little, before bursting out with applause as a hard Snap Kick thumps against the HIT's scarred chest.
Nick: And this is why Karina has such an impressive record in the ring. Even men twice her size are going to drop eventually when she pummels them with kicks like that!
Anchored by his kneeling position, the HIT's upper body flops backwards, but is sent springing back upright into a second, stinging Snap Kick.
Richard: Talk about a one trick pony!
Nick: I wouldn't write her of as one dimensional. She knows that the position the HIT is stuck in will keep him propped up, she knows how the body works.
Wincing from the hard blows, the HIT sways from side to side, unable to react as the K-Wolf launches her slender body into a Roundhouse Kick, smacking his head limply to the side... then following through into another which almost swats the HIT over and onto the mat.
"KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH!"
The Trapezoid's eyes already look distant as he stares up at Kari, who doesn't take long to sprint past his peripheral vision. Building up speed as she rebounds off the ropes, Karina then plants her gloved left hand on the canvas, using it as a pivot to swing through and crash both feet into the HIT's face with her patented Handstand 619.
Nick: And that's a Wolfenden Original right there!
The impact uproots the Trapezoid from his kneeling position, collapsing him onto the mat. Instinctively, Karina covers, hooking both legs tightly, but only for the official to remind her of the stipulation.
Quickly shrugging it off, Karina hops up, calling for the HIT to rise with her.
Richard: And there's another example of why she'll never quite 'get there'. In a match where she's meant to be keeping her opponent down, she's calling for him to get up!
Trying to clear his vision, the HIT staggers up, only for a Snap Kick from Karina to impact off his chest. As the blow causes him to stumble back, the Trapezoid then responds by launching into a roaring elbow, only for Karina to spin under it, then smash her foot against the back of his Afro'd head with an Enziguri Kick. Upon impact, the HIT drops down to one knee, before bouncing back up, but looking far from steady on his feet.
Nick: It's safe to say that Karina is primarily a striker... her offence is based around landing as many hard blows as she can, and it's worked so far in PRIME!
Sneaking into position, Karina then takes a couple of bounding steps towards the HIT, before leaping up and thrusting her body into a rapid spin... allowing her to score a Double-Strike Spinning Enziguri that sends the Deathmatch Veteran collapsing forward.
"KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH!"
Knowing that even her early, potent kicks stand little chance of keeping the HIT down for 10, Karina grabs him by the Afro, and pulls her rival up. Clasping his wrist, Karina goes to whip the Trapezoid into the ropes, only for him to counter with an Arm Wringer, then yank her into a Short Arm Clothesline. Her senses sharp, Karina ducks under the arm and keeps her grip, tying the Trapezoid up with his own right arm, and allowing her to stun him with a leaping Backheel Kick.
Seeing he's stunned, Karina goes for the Irish Whip once more, only for the HIT to reverse and throw her into the cables.
Nick: And here will be the real test for Wolfenden. We all know she can stand back and rain in kicks on someone, but at some point, she's going to need to adapt to stay on top.
Thinking fast, Karina leaps onto the middle rope, riding its bounce to Moonsault off and catch the HIT's head as she lands. Despite having him set for the Reverse DDT, Karina pauses for long enough to swing her right leg over, slamming her heel into his ribs as she collapses to drive his Afro'd head into the mat.
The Enziguris followed by the DDT cause the Trapezoid to grab the back of his head, rolling over onto his knees.
Richard: She really has no shame, does she? Every kick that lands will jolt the head and weaken the neck... the neck that she BROKE!
Realising that she has a target to aim for, Karina once again executes a graceful Springboard off the ropes, this time smashing the back of the HIT's skull with a sick Asai Kneedrop. Fans in the front row wince as the HIT's face is driven into the mat, with Karina's knee crunching against the back of his neck. Rolling away from Kari, the Trapezoid grabs his neck, while some concerned faces in the crowd look as if they're fearful of a repeat from their last meeting.
Circling the HIT, Karina ushers for the crowd to increase their volume with her hands.
Nick: WOW! I can't say I've seen that version of Goodnight Moon before! Nobody ever said that she was the most cautious of fighters. Put her in a match and she'll do what's needed to win.
As the HIT continues to hold his neck, Kari waits until he's just standing before she rushes him, using his own bent knee as a platform to fire off a Step-Up Enziguri... only for the Trapezoid to see it coming and duck under her fiercely snapping leg.
Karina flies over the HIT and lands front-first on the mat, before quickly springing back up and trying to keep her advantage with a rapidly launched Roundhouse Kick. Eyes alert, the Trapezoid just about manages to duck his head under her foot, only his Afro taking any damage. Throwing everything into the kick, Kari can't help but follow through, turning her back on the dangerous opponent.
Richard: And NOW this thing starts properly!
Grabbing both of Karina's arms, the HIT doesn't even wait long enough to feel her struggle before sending her overhead with his Cosine Tiger Suplex, driving her neck and hunched-up shoulders into the canvas. Having no need to bridge for a pin, the HIT keeps hold of Karina's arms and pulls her back up. Taking heart from his cult, but vocal following in the crowd, the Trapezoid then charges at the corner and crushes Kari between himself and the buckles.
"TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD!"
Seamlessly, the HIT takes a couple of steps out from the corner and throws the K-Wolf overhead once more with another vicious Cosine Suplex, Kari unable to break her arms free. With his hands tightly locked, the HIT rolls Karina over onto her front, then flips over to lock in his own version of the Cattle Mutilation, exploiting the Tiger Suplex grip for all its worth.
Nick: WHAT a sequence by the HIT! All it took was ducking one kick, and in 10 seconds, he just got himself firmly in control of this match!
Bridging up sharply to add all the pressure he can, the HIT snarls at Karina, telling her how the submission will end... but the ring-awareness of the K-Wolf comes into play as she bends her left leg at an awkward angle to just rest the toes of her sneaker on the bottom rope.
Wesley James: Foot on the ropes: 1... 2... 3...
Not even holding on for the full 5, the HIT breaks and scurries to his feet, pulling the dazed Karina up by the hair.
Nick: The only way that the HIT can win is with an apology, so he'll basically be going in with a submission strategy; pick a part and work it.
A stiff forearm by the HIT sends her stumbling away from him, allowing the cunning Trapezoid to land a Roaring Elbow to the back of her neck, already weakened by his Cosine Suplexes. Limply dropping forward, Karina falls across the top rope, supporting herself... but also propping her body up for her opponent.
Charging at Karina, the HIT tightly locks around her waist and they press against the tight cables. The ropes throw them backwards, and the HIT exploits the force to roll through with Karina still held, as if for a roll-up pin... but rather than stop there, the HIT follows through onto his feet with Karina still held, then flings her over with a harsh German Suplex, shades of the Chaos Theory about it.
"TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD!"
Out of appreciation, the Japanese fans applaud the Trapezoid's offence, while only Karina's knowledge of how to land and avoid injuries keeps her conscious.
Richard: I think he's REALLY out for revenge. He's targeting the neck, and you KNOW that he's capable of snapping it if the apology doesn't come.
Grabbing her neck and left shoulder, Karina crawls up, only for the Trapezoid to instantly grab her left wrist and spin through into a harsh Arm-Wringer. Yanking at the limb, the HIT drops Karina to one knee, then lands a series of harsh right hand to her the side of her neck and shoulder. Without releasing any of the pressure on the arm, the HIT pulls Karina from her knees and flings her viciously into the turnbuckles, so that her neck snaps backwards.
Staggering paces take Karina from the corner, before the HIT ducks his head and locks her in for the Cosecant Suplex.
But before the HIT can launch her over, Karina lands a hard Snap Kick to the outside of his left knee, almost buckling it. With her right arm tightly constricting the HIT's earlier weakened neck, Karina lands another stiff kick, nailing exactly the right spot to drop her opponent to his knees. Then, snappily flipping over while keeping the HIT's neck locked in, Karina applies her vicious Flip-Over Reverse Dragon Clutch... almost ripping the HIT's head from his shoulders.
"KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH!"
The pro-Kari sections of the crowd go wild for the move she developed in their homeland, while the ringside photographers zoom in on the sickening angle that the Trapezoid's neck is bent back at.
Nick: Out of nowhere! Both look to be targeting the neck, and if it was the HIT who'd managed to lock that hold on, this match would be over!
Almost dead-centre in the ring, and with Kari's gloved hands tightly locked, the HIT has no way to break out. Reaching up with his right hand, the HIT frantically slaps his left shoulder, tapping out... but all Wesley James can do is remind him of the rules.
Knowing she can't get the win via submission, Kari releases her potent hold and collapses forward, still a little groggy from the HIT's Suplexes.
Wesley James: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6...
With both wrestlers on the mat, James counts the HIT down, while the Afro'd one grabs his neck and tries to pull himself up using the ropes. His face screwed up in discomfort, the Trapezoid follows the ropes to the corner, where he collapses back, looking in trouble.
Richard: This is just spitting in the HIT's face.
Nick: He challenged her to this match, so it's all fair. His neck is a weak point, and anyone else would do the same.
Lining him up, the K-Wolf then charges into the corner, launching herself into a Cartwheel Kick... but only for the HIT to step up and grab her around the waist when she's upside-down and facing away from him. Almost seamlessly, the HIT then flings her overhead with what can only be described as an Upside-Down German Suplex, sending Karina thumping front-first against the turnbuckles.
"TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD!"
All around the rings, the Japanese fans go mad for the HIT's on-the-spot innovation, while Kari drops down, wheezing.
Wanting to take advantage immediately, the HIT pulls her up with a Gutwrench, before throwing the K-Wolf over and through with his famed Circular Traplex, pancaking her against the canvas and keeping the air from her lungs.
Nick: Smart tactics there from the HIT. He can work over the neck all he likes, but if Karina can keep getting her breaths in, she's always a risk to fight back.
Despite the two impacts to her front, the HIT knows her neck is the real target, and goes back to it with a flurry of well-aimed stomps. Then, crouching, the HIT flings himself up into an unbelievable Shooting Star Legdrop - the Linear Algebra - smashing his thigh down into Kari's neck. With a handful of Kari's hair, the HIT pulls her up, only for the feisty K-Wolf to try and aim a headbutt at his nose.
Easily avoiding her desperate resistance, the HIT locks in a Reverse Full Nelson, before flinging the K-Wolf over into a Triangle Traplex, again causing her neck and shoulders to take the brunt of the impact. His vicious side then shows as the HIT drives his foot into the back of Kari's neck, then leans down to pull back on her blonde and pink hair.
Richard: Brilliant! And it's all legal too!
Wesley James: It's legal, you know what you have to say.
With barely any leverage at all to break out, all Karina can do is viciously fling her right foot back, catching HIT square behind the knee of his standing leg, and causing him to break the hold.
Far from happy at her resistance, the HIT drags her up by the arm once more, then harshly hips her into the corner. Upon impact, Kari's neck again snaps back, before a charging forearm by his does the same again. As she limply drops forward, the HIT grabs the K-Wolf as if for a Backdrop Suplex... but instead swings her into a Blue Thunder Powerbomb, causing the K-Wolf's head to thump against the middle turnbuckle.
"TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD!"
On the canvas, Kari thrashes around after another painful impact jolts her neck.
Nick: The HIT's brain is just one giant move generator. He can change his mind in mid-move, and still hit an instinctive variation of his chosen move!
Staying right on her, the HIT pulls Karina up by the hair, then sits her on he top turnbuckle. A hard forearm to the chin swats her head to the side, and almost sends Wolfenden tumbling to the floor, before she's pulled off and onto the Trapezoid's shoulders. Staying in the corner, the HIT faces the opposite buckles, then runs across the ring, going for his Trig 201 DVD... only for Kari to swing herself around into a seated position, then SICKENINGLY snap her opponent over with a Reverse Huricanrana.
"KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH!"
The fans once again explode as the HIT land awkwardly on his head, before grabbing his neck and pounding the canvas with his feet. Unable to capitalise, the K-Wolf stays down as Wesley James starts a 10 count for the HIT.
Wesley James: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7...
As Karina pulls herself up on one side of the ring, the HIT gets to his knees on the other.
Nick: The HIT's neck has got to be a worry for him now. Karina's moves have targeted it, and as much as he's trying to hide it, you KNOW it's hurt.
Richard: But he's hurt Karina's neck too, and when you need a submission, that's a HUGE advantage.
Not wanting to let her get back in the match, the HIT charges at the K-Wolf, flinging himself into a Spinning Elbow... only for Karina to leap up and nail a harsh Enziguri Kick to his neck in mid-air, sending a limp HIT flying awkwardly through the ropes, before crash-landing on the mats.
Having barely sat down from their last mammoth pop, the fans again strain their lungs in support of the match.
Nick: In America, this crowd would be firmly behind the K-Wolf, but these Japanese fans are mirroring the match, going back and forth.
On the mats outside, the Trapezoid grabs his neck, finding it hard to keep his footing as he tries to stand. With her opponent struggling to rise at the foot of the aisle, Karina lines him up, then backs away to the far side of the ring, giving the Japanese fans an idea of what she's about to go for.
"KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH!"
Not disappointing them, Karina sprints across the ring at scary speed, before flinging herself between the middle and top cables. Extending her sleek body out in flight, the K-Wolf lines her gloved fists up, driving her knuckles either side of the HIT's nose as she torpedoes his head. Both superstars crash down onto the thin carpet of the aisle way, Karina managing to combat the pain of her landing with the adrenaline surging through her.
Nick: THE NEGASONIC LUPINE WARHEAD!!!
Richard: And so wrestling is dead...
With Kari's fists causing his head to snap back, the HIT again grabs his neck, which has been aching sharply since Kari's unique Dragon Clutch was locked onto him.
Nick: Wolfenden needs to be careful with the high risk moves... she's taken a beating thus far, so any crash landings could put her in real trouble.
Hopping to her feet, Kari breaks off for a second to High 5 a few of the fans, before sneaking around behind the Trapezoid. As he rises, wondering where she is, Kari leaps up, kicking both feet together to nearly behead the HIT with an Enziguri Scissors Kick.
The HIT collapses to both knees, then slumps forward onto the carpet... Kari's double-blow nailing his off-switch.
Knowing that the 10 has to be counted in the ring, Karina garbs her opponent by the Afro and rolls him in under the bottom rope. Kari slides in after him, but the resilient Trapezoid is already trying to get to his feet. Grabbing him by the Afro once more, Kari is the stunned as the HIT resorts to thumbing her eye, then lands a stiff Spinning Forearm that knocks her back against the ropes.
Richard: That's the smarts of the HIT. This is effectively no-DQ, so he can exploit all the dirty tactics he's learned, and Kari has no defence against.
Shaking the cobwebs loose, the HIT staggers away, then charges back at the K-Wolf.
Taking her veteran opponent by surprise, Karina leaps upward, locking her legs around the HIT's neck, before tumbling back over the top rope, dragging him over with her. As she flips over, Karina grabs the top cable tightly, hanging from it as the HIT drops down to the mats... only to have his neck jolted as Kari's gripping knees keep hold.
"KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH!"
Wesley James: Hey, no ropes. 1... 2... 3...
The HIT's legs flap around, trying to find his footing as Karina's Hanging Headscissors stretches his already hurt neck.
"KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH!"
Wesley James: 4... 5... BREAK!
Reluctantly, Karina unclamps her knees, sending the HIT dropping down to the mats, gasping for breath. As she crawls back through the ropes, Karina gets a lecture from the official about breaking when he says so, even though disqualifying the K-Wolf isn't an option he has. While his opponent is being lectured, the HIT ducks his head under the ring apron, trying to lay his hands on anything he can.
Nick: What's the HIT doing now...
Shoving past James, Karina leans out through the ropes to grab the HIT...
Richard: Oh HELL yes!
...only to have the back of her head pummelled by a swinging chair, knocking her out through the ropes and down, limply, onto the mats at ringside.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
As the HIT collapses backwards, seated against the rail as he composes himself, Karina doesn't move, appearing to be knocked out. Looking pleased at how he well and truly caught her by surprise, the HIT slowly climbs to his feet, before dragging the limp Karina up with him. With no resistance, the HIT sits Karina on the right angle between rails, then steps back and grabs the chair once more.
Richard: Roll up, roll up... test your aim!
After admiring the dent that was caused by the back of Karina's head, the Trapezoid casually tosses it at her, knocking Wolfenden down into the front row, almost landing headfirst on the concrete.
Security move in to make a pocket around the K-Wolf, but not before a concerned fan pours his water over her, trying to revive Karina. As more security members keep the enthusiastic fans back, the HIT climbs onto the guard rail and waits for Karina to rise. With awkward steps, Karina just about gets to her feet, only to be knocked right back down again as the Trapezoid lands a Double Axe Handle to the back of her head.
Nick: This is really the HIT's territory out there. Karina likes her space, and we've seen in crowded rings before that she looks uneasy.
Karina staggers forward then collapses down onto the concrete, causing fans to abandon their seats... and drinks.
After stopping briefly to pose for the pro-HIT fans, the Trapezoid stalks Karina, before reaching down to grab her by the hair. But as he goes to pull her up, Karina shoots her head round and spays a mouthful of a fan's discarded beer right into his eyes. Blinded, the HIT stumbles back, rubbing his eyes as Karina pulls herself up, then delivers a running Pump Dropkick to the HIT's back that sends him toppling back over the safety rail.
Nick: Never count her out!
Despite the PRIME security trying to keep the crowds back, Karina pushes through into a full section, and climbs onto one of the empty chairs.
Richard: Oh, please... not this bloody move.
Having seen her do it many times before, the Japanese fans hold their arms up to support Wolfenden's body as she lets them crowd surf her to the rail, before taking the dazed HIT over with her famed Crowdsurf Rana.
"KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH!"
With the flow of the match taking as much of a battering as those in it, Karina pulls herself up to the apron, composing herself before springing up onto the top turnbuckle. Watching the Trapezoid rise, Kari turns away from him, bending her powerful legs. With the crowd hushed, the K-Wolf shoots her sleek body up, spinning mesmerisingly in the air to crash down into the HIT with a breathtaking Double Moonsault.
"KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH!"
Nick: WOW! Talk about staying on your opponent!
Barely managing to complete the second rotation, Karina's landing is far from controlled as she crashes down onto the mats beside her stunned opponent.
Richard: Talk about stupid. That probably hurt her more than it did the HIT.
Karina rolls away from the HIT, grabbing her neck and left shoulder which took a pounding from the Trapezoid's Suplexes earlier. Wesley James harasses the two downed wrestlers to get back into the ring, trying to keep a little order to the match with such open rules. Holding his head and neck, the HIT crawls towards the ring, before dragging himself up and in using the bottom rope.
Seeing the HIT enter the ring out of the corner of her eye, Karina pulls herself onto the apron and tries to stand, lining her opponent up.
Nick: She's a predator from the apron, able to pounce in the blink of an eye.
Yanking back on the top cable, the K-Wolf springs up and over, landing on the middle rope. Riding the cable's bounce, Wolfenden then flings herself off into a Spinning Enziguri Kick, sending the Trapezoid flipping over onto his back such is the impact.
With the landing again aggravating her neck, Karina just lays beside HIT as James starts another count.
Wesley James: 1... 2... 3... 4...
With the match having worn her down, Karina slowly rises, lining up he HIT for if he makes it to his feet.
Wesley James: 5... 6... 7... 8... 9...
Richard: And he's up!
Taking every tenth of a second that he can, the HIT finally gets to his feet, looking as if he's about ready to collapse back down. Turning to face the K-Wolf, he's then met with the sight of Karina launching a Roundhouse Kick right at his head... but taking his time in rising gave the HIT a little more awareness, and he's able to duck it.
Richard: I have the feeling I'll be marking out in a second or two!
As Wolfenden's body is flung around, the HIT grabs her hair and yanks her backwards. Dropping to the mat, the HIT raises both knees, pulling Karina's spine down hard into them.
"TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD!"
Nick: VICIOUS!
Instinctively, Karina springs back up, but has to arch backwards to try and soothe the pain. Rising behind her, the Trapezoid locks in a Reverse Chinlock, then grabs Karina's waistband and heaves her over with an Inverted Suplex. As their bodies hit the mat, the HIT then rolls through and goes to lock in a Dragon Clutch, but the desperate Wolfenden manages to disrupt his efforts, leaving the Trapezoid settling for a Camel Clutch.
Nick: He tried for a Dragon Clutch like he was trapped in earlier, but Karina managed to hold him off... but that Camel Clutch is locked on tightly.
Sitting down on the small of Karina's back, the HIT yanks back on her chin, adding as much pressure as he can in revenge for the Flip-Over Dragon Clutch he had to endure earlier.
Richard: Get ready to ring the bell, he's almost snapping her in two!
Wesley James: You know the words, Kari. Say 'em when you're done.
The HIT pulls back even tighter, putting so much pressure on that Karina's arms slide down over his knees. With her feet flailing, hammering on the canvas as she fights through the pain, Karina tries to prise the Trapezoid's fingers apart... before biting down hard on one she manages to isolate.
As Kari's teeth draw blood, the HIT finally releases, immediately pulling his plucky opponent up into a Double Underhook.
Richard: Now she's gone and made him angry.
Nick: Well, a calm HIT is one of the most dangerous men in PRIME...
With little resistance in the K-Wolf, the HIT pulls her up, then collapses down, driving the back of her neck into the mat with Quadratic Equation Brainbuster.
Satisfied that he's weakened her neck enough to go for the killer submission hold, the Trapezoid stalks the groggy Karina as she tries to stand, the distant look in her eyes portraying how much the fight has taken out of her. Like a new-born Foal trying to stand, Kari's long legs look awkward beneath her, ideal for a predator like the HIT. Pouncing, the Afro'd one instantly locked in a half-nelson, before trying to ensnare Wolfenden with a Chicken Wing to complete the Extraneous Solution.
Richard: And NOW he's going to end it! If he locks the Solution in, the win is his!
"TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD!"
With instincts warning her not to be constrained, Karina desperately squirms, not allowing the HIT to lock it in properly and wrench the neck.
Nick: Karina knows how dangerous the hold is, and she's doing all she can to avoid it!
Kicking her heels back, Kari pounds the HIT's shins, stopping him from tripping her and taking the hold to the ground. All of Wolfenden's 6 foot frame keeps dynamic, continuing to resist the submission, until the Trapezoid gives in and viciously flings her over with a Half Nelson Suplex instead... folding the nubile Karina over, before she sumps down onto her back.
Looking down at Karina, motionless in the middle of the ring, the HIT then draws his thumb across his tattooed throat.
Nick: What's he going for now?
As the crowd rise in volume, the HIT steps out through the ropes, then climbs the ladder to the top. Turning to face the crowd, the HIT composes himself... then flips off into his death-defying Inverted Shooting Star - Trapezoidal Translation.
Richard: Well, she might say sorry after they scrape her off the canvas!
Having heard the rise in volume through her dulled hearing, Karina almost sensed it coming, and manages to roll out of the way in time to see the HIT's spine impact off nothing but canvas.
Nick: EAT CANVAS!
The Trapezoid springs back up out of impact, instantly grabbing his spine and trying to ease the pain by arching backwards. Slower to rise, the tired Karina just measures her hurt opponent up, then in a sudden burst of speed, rushes him. Springing up, Karina thrusts both feet into the HIT's upper-back, scoring a picture-perfect Dropsault that sends him staggering into the corner.
Landing on her front, Karina hops up into a sprint-start position, instantly getting the fans back up from their seats.
"KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH!"
Charging at the corner, Karina flings herself energetically into a Cartwheel, before springing up and crunching a hard kick against the side of the HIT's head. As Kari hits the mat, the HIT just about manages to hold his hurting body up using the ropes, not all that aware of the fact.
Nick: The HIT was nearly beheaded there! He's got to be on the brink of passing out!
Resurgent thanks to the crowd's cheering, Karina leaps right back up and climbs to the middle rope, pulling the HIT by the Afro into her Whirlwind Romance grip. Her fighting spirit continues to bring the crowd to their feet, minus a concerned group of the die-hard HIT fans, who look on in horror as they look to the canvas beside the HIT's feet.
Remaining just in the ring from when the Trapezoid used it earlier, a steel chair lays on the canvas.
Richard: NO! Who the hell put that chair there?
Nick: Ironically, the HIT, after throwing it into Kari's face!
After punching the air, Karina pushes off for her Tornado Seatbelt DDT, but catches sight of the weapon still on the canvas. Desperate to avoid a repeat of the incident that led to the match, Karina contorts her body in mid-air, causing the Trapezoid's head to be spiked into the mat just an inch or so away from the chair... but landing hard onto it herself.
Nick: Karina just sacrificed herself to avoid a repeat of a year ago!
The crowd hush as Karina rolls off the chair, holding her back and screwing her face up in pain.
Wesley James: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8...
Just before the official gets to 9, the HIT pulls his resisting body up using the ropes, his Afro squashed in the middle thanks to the DDT. Beside him, Karina is only just starting to crawl to her feet, making sure to kick the chair back out of the ring. Unable to resist the HIT, Karina is put in a front facelock, before being spun through and yanked down into a Hangman's Neckbreaker.
Nick: One of the most simplistic moves we've seen so far, but very effective.
Rolling onto her front, Karina grabs her neck once more... only for the HIT to reach across the canvas and lock in a Crossface, pulling back on Karina's chin to wrench the joint.
Richard: Yes! Out of nowhere!
Desperate to escape, Karina probes her foot around, trying to find the ropes, but is just a little too far away. Having locked the hold on in the blink of an eye, the Trapezoid pulls back even harder, almost feeling the words want to escape from Karina's reluctant lips.
Wesley James: He's locked it on good, Kari. Just say the words and it's over.
Despite the HIT's hands masking her lips, James can pretty much make out what the agonised Karina tells in in reply, and it ISN'T, "I'm sorry."
Nick: A very simple, yet highly effective move, its sole purpose to wrench the neck.
Shuffling backwards on the canvas, the HIT leans back with all his weight, not believing that an apology hasn't come... before releasing his grip in astonishment. Storming right back to his feet, the HIT rolls his valiant opponent over, to find that she passed out in the hold rather than apologise. A look of disbelief washes across his face, making him wonder what he'll have to do to her battered body to get the win.
Nick: I think the HIT is starting to wonder if Karina eve KNOWS the words she needs to speak to lose!
The stamping of the crowd helps revive Karina as the fuming HIT rolls out under the bottom rope, then walks around between the rings.
Richard: I love it when he rummages, you KNOW he's got some goodies hidden away.
Rummaging around under the apron, the HIT then makes the crowd pop wildly as he pulls a reel of barbed wire out from under the ring, almost shredding the apron. With pure determination setting on his face, the HIT throws it into the ring, then slides in after, staring with focus at the K-Wolf.
"TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD!"
As her vision clears, the groggy Karina stares across the ring, seeing the barbed wire being picked up by the HIT. Thinking the worst, she rapidly sets her Kick stance, ready to fight off any attacks with the weapon... but rather than try to slash Kari with it, the HIT starts to wrap his own body in the razor-sharp wire.
Nick: What the he-... is he INSANE! That's barb-wire!
Richard: How do you think he go those scars?
"TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD!"
Almost stunned into silence, the Japanese fans watch on as the HIT winces, feeling the barbs cut into the flesh of his arms and torso.
Nick: This is almost desperation by the Trapezoid, but how is Karina meant to fight someone wrapped in razor-sharp wire?
Across the ring, a concerned Karina stays in her Kick stance, beginning to wonder just how sane her opponent is. With only a thin layer of tape covering his wrists and hands, the HIT manages to wrap his entire upper-body in the wire, blood already mixing in with sweat to pour down his chest.
Nick: It's like something out of Kill Bill... both look ready for a duel that will finish this match, and the fans are INTO it!
Rather than back away, Karina steps up, nodding in some bizarre form of acknowledgement.
"KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH!"
The fans are hooked as the duelling duo stare one another down, before Karina checks that her pads and gloves are strapped tightly. As if the match were re-starting, the duo circle one another, the HIT not even wincing anymore as the barbs stick deeper into his skin.
"TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD! TRAHP-EH-ZOIHD!"
Rushing Karina, the HIT spins around to go for his Numberline, which Kari just manages to duck... but the trailing barbwire rips the back of her mesh undershirt, grazing the skin. A slave to momentum, the HIT bounces off the ropes, where the tightly wound cables cause the barbs to embed deeper, just about bringing a grimace to the Trapezoid's face.
Richard: Haha! Even when he misses, the wire is shredding Kari up!
Flinging himself at the cautious Karina one more, the HIT throws a right her way, which her head only just manages to weave out of the way off... only for a stray piece of wire to slash her choker, protecting her throat.
Nick: I knew this was going to be fierce, but I didn't think it would go this far. Wolfenden nearly had her throat slit!
Instinctively, Karina grabs where the wire cut, only for the Trapezoid to spin rapidly into a Roaring barbwire covered Elbow. Reacting just in time, Karina crosses her arms, forming an X-shaped barrier of bracers to deflect the blow with.
Seeing the HIT knocked off-balance, Karina takes her chance and sends a lighting-quick Snap Kick to the HIT's chin. As the Trapezoid takes a step back she follows up with a spot-on Roundhouse Kick, swatting her opponent's head to the side.
Nick: What a Kick! That one blow almost crumbled HIT's legs!
As the crowd urge her on, Karina lands Kick after Kick to the HIT's head and body, to the point there her trouser legs are shredded. Fists are flung to join the onslaught, taking some of the blocks that the HIT attempts to repel her Kicks with, allowing a few more to slip by. After every stiff blow lands, the HIT goes to collapse, only for another impact to swat him back in the opposite direction.
"KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH!"
The HIT's eyes close as his attempts at blocking cease, his arms dropping limply to his sides.
Richard: Block, dammit!
Nick: If this was UFC, we'd see a stoppage... the HIT isn't offering anything to stop the BARRAGE of kicks!
A Crescent Kick arcs up over the Trapezoid's wire-clad body, slamming against his jaw and knocking the dazed wrestler to one knee. Launching her whole body into it, Karina lands a sickening Double-Hit Roundhouse Kick, collapsing the Trapezoid to both knees, where he looks just about ready to collapse.
"KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH!"
Deciding that one more blow is needed, Karina goes to land a final Snap Kick, only for the HIT to flop forward under her leg, unconscious, and bleeding profusely where the barb-wire is stuck into his scarred flesh.
Wesley James: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5...
With just about all her adrenaline used up, Karina drops onto the canvas, exhausted.
Wesley James: 6... 7... 8...
Where Karina's legs kicked through the wire, her clothing is shredded, kick-pads slashed, and skin cut open, causing thin trails of blood to run down onto her sneakers.
Nick: Karina's legs are a mess, and I don't know if she'd even beat the count... but she doesn't need to!
Wesley James: 9...10!
Ding, ding!
Richard: That's not the end? Right? C'mon!
The HIT remains motionless on the canvas as the referee calls for the bell, then instantly slides down to check on him. Karina drops back against the canvas, raising both gloved fists into the air as the fans rise to show their appreciation, and the medics arrive to tend to the Trapezoid. Wrapping their hands in whatever they can find, the medical team and officials peel the barb-wire from the HIT's body, leaving a map of blood and cuts where it was embedded.
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Nick: Thankfully the medics are in there, trying to unwrap the razor-sharp wire from the HIT's body... and I feel sick just saying that.
Vince Howard: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH... KARINA WOLFENDEN!!!
Richard: And I feel sick just hearing that...
Rolling the HIT over, the fans see his face, already swelling and cut where Karina's relentless onslaught of Kicks pummelled him out of the match and into a dream world.
"KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH! KAH-REE-NAH!"
Crouched in the corner, trying to get her breath back, the K-Wolf just watches the Trapezoid come to, not even breaking off when Wesley hands her belts back to her. After the officials help the weary HIT up, he shoves them away, nearly collapsing back to the canvas before steadying himself. As the Japanese fans remain on their feet, Karina hops back up and walks slowly towards the HIT.
Nick: This isn't how the HIT wanted it to end, and I don't think you can truthfully say that Karina wanted it to end in this fashion either.
Karina, her trousers torn to shreds, looks right at the HIT, his face bruised and body slashed... then extends a hand.
Richard: Don't give in to these fans, you were in the right!
Tentatively, but respectfully, the Trapezoid extends his own, then shakes hands with his exhausted rival as the fans give a pop worthy of the gesture.
Karina Wolfenden: I'm sorry.
Richard: What? NOW she says it!
Nick: She said many times that she had her reasons for not saying it when she did, but anyone watching this will testify that the HIT earned it with his efforts here. It looked like both would lose, but in a way, both were winners here.
Having pushed one another to their physical and mental limits, and with their whole bodies aching, the pair raise one another's hands in a salute to the crowd, before both nearly collapse to the canvas. With the help of the officials, the duo exit the ring and head back up the aisle together, slapping the hands of the appreciative crowd.
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You Never Really Leave |
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Written By Dani Furher & Ozric Mortimer |
We join Ozric as he is jumping up and down excersing and preparing himself for tonights event. All of the sudden, one of PRIME's newest additions to the interviewing cast runs up to Ozric and sticks a microphone in his face as the Clown gives him a sadistic look. The interviewer then begins to do what most people in his line of work do best...jabbing off at the mouth.
Interviewer: Mr. Ozric Mortimer, if you could just spare us a little time and give us some of your thoughts on tonights Duel Halo match. How do you feel on your chances of winning tonight?
Ozric Mortimer: First off, if you ever pull a stunt like you just did again, I'll see to it that you never walk let alone interview anyone else ever again. Now, as far as my chances of winning the Halo tonight, I know what I am capable of inside of that ring, and winning the Duel Halo is one of those things. Tonight I will be victorious, you can count on that.
Interviewer: But Ozric, you have made so many friends as well as enemies since your arrival here in PRIME, how will they play apart in the outcome of this match for you.
Ozric Mortimer: You're right, I have met many friends as well as enemies since coming into PRIME...but when you're inside of that ring with the stakes this high, Friends are your enemies as well. So as far as I'm concerned, I have no friends in this match. All will fall to Ozric Mortimer by the end of this night.
Interviewer: One more question Ozric. What is your strategy tonight in such a match as this.
Ozric Mortimer: Now if I were to te-UMPH!
All of the sudden, out of nowhere a man carrying a large chain comes behind Ozric smacking him in the back with the large rusty chain sending the clown to the ground. The camera peers up to reveal the man as the newest Dark Age addition, First Blood. He begins stomping Ozric on the ground before whipping him in the back once more with the chain. Following that, he takes the chain and wraps it around his hand. He then kneels down besinde Ozric and begins hammering him in the face with a chained fist. He does this three times with the sound of the thud amplifying each time.
He then takes the chain and wraps it around Ozric's neck and begins to choke the life out of Ozric as Ozric lays there in the grasp of First Blood, helpless and having the life choked out of him.
All of the sudden, a figure appears. That figure is known other than Dani Furher. As First Blood is choking the life out of Ozric, Dani bends down and begins to speak directly to Ozric.
Dani Furher: So you want to betray the Dark Age, eh Oz? I hope you didn't think you were going to get away with it so easily. What was the question the interviewer asked you a while ago? What are your chances of winning the Duel Halo? Well guess what...now there 0 out of a million...because I'm going to make sure you don't step inside of that Halo tonight, or inside of the ring ever again. Say hello to my little friend Ozzy.
Dani proceeds to pull out a rusty knife from his back pocket. He lifts it high above his head as if he's about to stab Ozric dead in the heart.
Dani Furher: Any last words clown.
Ozric attempts to say something, but he is unable to say anything due to First Blood choking the life out of him with that chain.
Dani Furher: Just as I thought.
Suddenly, Dani brings the knife down aiming for the heart of Ozric but out of nowhere, Emilio Rage comes and spears Furher making him drop the knife before it is buried into the heart of the clown. Rage begins to hammer Furher making First Blood release his choke hold on Ozric to help his partner out. Security begins to pour unto the scene and breaks up the chaos while officials tend to Ozric whilst the scene fades back to the main arena.
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Universal Title Triple Threat Match |
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Nick: That was dispicable! Thankfully Emilio Rage was on hand, otherwise who knows what those sadistic SOB's would have done to Ozric Mortimer!
Richard: I'm willing to hazard a guess, he'd just better hope Furher doesn't manage to bring that knife into the Dual Halo later!
Vince Howard: LADIES and Gentlemen! The time has come...
A few of the female Japanese girls in the front row begin giggling softly at the site of PRIME's ringside announcer in a sharp tuxedo.
Nick: Oh boy, you can just feel the anticipation tonight, man...
Vince Howard: (with a red face) This next match up is a three-way bout and is scheduled for ONE fall!
Richard: Spare me the pain... Three goody-goody fan favorites, and the Universal Title? Mixing two bad elements is enough, but four!? Come on... that's overkill!
Vince Howard: The winner will be declared the PRIME Universal Champion!
It appears the fans at ringside have had a bit too much Saki as they begin restlessly shaking the protective barrier, warranting a stern look from security. Sullivan Sawyer and company move in to prevent the pandemonium that seems to be building up, compliments of an upcoming epic.
Nick: These fans are pumped up and ready to go. And by God, so am I, Rich!
Richard: A muscle-head, Mr. Cool, and some guy who probably won't even have the courtesy to show up... You call that exciting?
Nick: Indeed!
Richard: Pfft.
Before Vince Howard can utter another word, the loudspeakers begin blasting Black Sabbath's "Heaven and Hell."
Nick: Well how about that!? You can put that rumor to rest.
The Sapporo Dome suddenly descends into utter darkness.
Vince Howard: Making his way down to the ring first... the current Universal CHAMPION of PRIME! From parts unknown...
Richard: Heh. No wonder it's been so tough to get him to come to work...
Vince Howard: Weighing in at a light two-hundred-fourteen pounds! ... BLACK ANGEL!
A single halo of bright light shines down onto the entryway, playing off from the alabaster face mask of the champ. To a warm welcome from the Japanese crowd, Black Angel makes his way out onto the ramp with the Universal Title strapped safely around his waist.
Nick: Say what you will about him, Rich, but he's here tonight, and quite frankly, that's all that matters. He's our champion, and until anyone proves otherwise, he's the man around here.
Richard: No. What matters is the fact that he hasn't been in the ring for almost a month and is about as fresh as week-old tuna fish!
Nick: You have a valid point... although it's slightly oversimplified. But again, who knows... This is a man that has led our company for the better part of half a year now, and I wouldn't be a bit surprised if he walked out of the Sapporo Dome tonight with the gold still around his waste.
Richard: I would.
The bright beam of light follows Black Angel down the ramp as he darts for the ring and slides in under the ropes. The Japanese fans give him a nice pop, although there are a few scattered boos as well. Bernie Roberts checks in with Angel before taking his title and holding it high above his head for all to witness.
Richard: Bask in its glorious glow!
Nick: I am... That title is yet to be held by someone I haven't liked. It's better than our old Global Title.
Richard: (as his smile shifts to a frown) Oh... God's Title is much more prestigious anyway!
Nick: Riiiight...
"Heaven and Hell" fades out and is immediately replaced by Gavin Rossdale's "Adrenaline." As the song bursts into life, so does the Japanese fans, coming to their feet to show their support for one of PRIME's hottest figures.
Nick: What an ovation for-
Richard: Don't!... say it.
Nick: Why?
Richard: Because... I hate him.
Nick: You don't hate him.
Richard: Yes, I do.
Nick: No, you don't.
As the argument continues, Vince Howard's booming voice thankfully takes over.
Vince Howard: Introducing second... one of the challengers...
The fans pop again. Killean Sirrajin, taking notice, suddenly bolts out from the backstage area. He runs down to the bottom of the ramp and stops to pose. The fans cheer wildly as he flexes his muscles and frantically slaps both sides of his head. The camera pans in to get a shot of a huge grin from under the shadow of his custom shades. His long hair wetted back and his muscles glistening, it looks as if Killean Sirrajin has come to play ball.
Nick: And Sirrajin looks pumped up! He's brining a lot of emotion to this match up, and despite Boda's superior strength and many years of experience on him, some would argue that Sirrajin has more heart! He's defeated Shadow, First Blood, and even Black Angel over the last several weeks and is, quite frankly, unstoppable.
Richard: Oh please! Certainly he has more brains than the Dumb Boda Daddy.. As for being pumped up... it's just his massive ego kicking in. He knows deep down that if Hin See were fair than Nosferatu would have his place in this match!
Nick: I sincerely beg to differ, Rich. Over the last few weeks and months Killean Sirrajin has really stepped up to the plate. He has all the skill and ability of Nosferatu... everything except for the terrible attitude. And that, my friend, is the difference.
Richard: Attitude!?
Nick: Rich, you can't very well have a champion running around, destroying the locker room. Vampir tried to kill Richard Larkin! You witnessed it too. The Universal Champion should be not only be PRIME's finest athlete, but the best representative of the company as well. On that note, Vamp is unworthy. Totally. End of story.
Richard: Unworthy!?
Nick: Yes. And stop making exclamatory-dash-questions at me... Okay!?
Richard: No!?... I mean, no!
Sirrajin cracks his neck on both sides before darting down toward the ring where the current Universal champ sits comfortably in a far corner.
Vince Howard: Weighing in at a solid two-hundred-eighty-eight pounds, hailing from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... he is the Supreme Machine... Killean Sirraaajiiiin!
Pyros explode along the perimeter of top deck of the entryway. Sirrajin darts into the ring before standing firmly in the center where Roberts lifts his arm in victory. The fans let out another massive round of cheers.
Nick: Killean is now motioning toward Black Angel... He's already defeated the champ once. Let's see if he can't make it two in a row.
Richard: No, how about you see if he can accomplish that mammoth feat?... I mean, two in a row... whoopty shit! It's almost like ONE in a row! Just one more...
Nick sighs as Sapporo Dome begins to die down...
Nick: Leave it to my colleague, Rich, to rain on anyone's parade.
Hokkaido is rocked with a reignited crowd at the sound of "Because of You" by that band we thought died three years ago.
Vince Howard: And finally, the second challenger...
Nick: Can't you just feel the anticipation, Rich? This place is about to explode!
Richard: All I feel is a deep, deep... deep, deep... deep hatred for this man, Chris Sloboda...
Nickleback continues to play as Boda comes jogging out onto the ramp way. He confidently nods his head in appreciation toward the fans as they douse him with a stream of heavy support, being the Big Bad Boda Daddy, former PCW World Champion, and a Hall of Famer as well. His upper-body muscles ripple under the intense arena lights. Boda, too, is here to make an impact with his first chance at PRIME gold. An opportunity he's earned in spite of certain setbacks...
Nick: Boda looks good, Rich! He looks good! After his epic battle with Rolo a few weeks back on ReVolution... a match I thought could have ended both of their respective careers, Boda looks fresh out of the gym tonight, ready for some action.
Richard: Please! The "substance" used to "enhance" Barry Bonds' abilities are practically Flintstones Vitamins compared to what this meat-head injects his ugly body with!
Nick: Is that an accusation, Rich? 'Cause I'd be happy to take it up with Hin See...
Richard: Nick, don't be such an ass... I'm not spreading any rumors, I'm simply saying this guy is a (pulls out a megaphone)... CHEATER ON STEROIDS! ...
Nick: ...
Richard: ... Who still lost to Vamp at the Nightmare...
Boda slowly and methodically makes his way down the ramp. Every few steps he stops to shake the outstretched hand of a fan or two, and then turns his head toward the ring, staring down his two opponents. Black Angel remains emotionless in a corner of the ring while Killean stretches his muscles in the center of the ring. For a moment, the Supreme Machine and the Big Bad Boda Daddy's eyes make contact. They smile.
Vince Howard: From Orlando, Florida, tipping the scales at a massive three-hundred-thirty-five pounds... the Big Bad Boda Daddy... BOOOODA!
The Sapporo Dome rumbles with the biggest ovation of the night as Boda confidently slides through the ropes and stands to his feet. Bernie Roberts meets him with a handshake before going over a few last minute rules.
Richard: Yeah, you give him hell, Bernie! I wouldn't trust the guy with my damn soda for Christ's sake!
Nick: And do you think he should trust his daughters with Vampir? Would you trust yours'?
Richard: ...
Nick: That's what I thought... Anyway, Boda looks the most confident of the three, and maybe, Rich, that's because he's had more big-match experience than either of these two men.
Richard: ...
Nick: Richard?
Richard: You know, Nosferatu isn't the subject here. Boda is.
Nick: Still stuck on that, huh?
All three men, at the request of Bernie Roberts, meet in the center of the ring where they exchange quick handshakes. While Boda and Sirrajin then stand chest to chest, Black Angel slowly backs off and returns to the corner.
Nick: What a show of sportsmanship by three of PRIME's finest. I doubt this would happen had Vampir been involved.
Richard: Exactly my point!...Yuck!
Roberts raises the Universal Title belt for one last time, above his head, as thousands of eyes begin to glare at the 24-karat gold belt in front of them. Boda and Killean both look up with a longing hunger in their eyes. Black Angel simply nods his head confidently and takes another step back, sliding down the corner until he sits on the mat...
Roberts hands the belt to Vince Howard before calling for the bell.
Nick: It's Universal Title time!
Richard: Is that what the Three Stooges are here for?
Killean and Boda go chest to chest again, casting penetrating glances at one another. But from out of nowhere, Black Angel flips to his feet and takes out both the challenges with a double-dropkick!
Nick: The bell just rang, and there's already some great offense on the part of the champ!
Richard: What's this about him not showing up to defend?...
Nick: Exactly!
Richard: No. The point is... he's not. He might as well be here. He may look good, but quite frankly, the other two are just incredibly untalented.
Black Angel wastes no time taking Boda back down to the mat with another dropkick. The Universal Champ stands to his feet just as Sirrajin jumps back to his feet and charges the champ with a clothesline. Denied. Angel ducks and spins around, launching himself in a dropkick aimed at Sirrajin's knees. Also denied. Sirrajin grabs Angel by both legs and throws him back to the mat.
Richard: Ouch!
Angel withers in pain as Killean slowly makes his way over to the downed champ. Before he can lay in an offensive maneuver on the champ, Boda kicks his legs out from underneath him. The Big Bad Boda Daddy reaches down for Sirrajin's neck, but instead gets taken down to the mat with a hard DDT, compliments of Black Angel bouncing quickly off the opposite ropes. Angel goes down for the cover. Kicking him off, Sirrajin breaks it up.
Nick: It's too early for any of the competitors to have a clear advantage, but for now they're just trying to stay on their feet!
Richard: Like I said, no talent. Absolutely no talent.
Sirrajin Irish whips Angel across the ropes. Angel comes back and ducks a clothesline, bounces off the other ropes and then falls flat on his knees. Clothesline from Boda, aiming for B.A... But Boda misses too, and kisses the mat, flattened by a clothesline from Sirrajin. The fans give the Intense Champ a quick pop.
Richard: Would winning this match make Sirrajin the first PRIME wrestler, or maybe second ever, to hold the two major titles at once?
Nick: Actually, the fourth. Both Ignatius Lisieux and Ian English held the Intense Title and Global Title, and Tony Rolo held the half of the Tag Titles with Joey Troy and the Global Title.
Killean goes down for a cover on Angel. The Uni Champ kicks out immediately though, far before Roberts can initiate the count. Sirrijan lifts Angel to his feet and tosses him into the corner. Angel bangs up his back pretty well, bouncing off hard, but undeterred, fires back from the corner with a stiff clothesline, catching Sirrajin right below the chin. The near-three-hundred pound monster doesn't budge an inch though. He smiles back before drilling Angel with a hard right. This sends the smaller man reeling. The feisty challenger moves in for another blow, but Angel blocks the punch, firing back with a hard right of his own. Killean takes a step back and gives Angel just the moment of opportunity he was looking for. Angel performs the incredible feat of jumping backward and landing, perched on the top rope. He jumps off and connects with Sirrajin for a hurracanrana...
Nick: Hold on!
Sirrajin catches Angel in mid-flight and prepares to powerbomb his small frame into the mat. The Supreme Machine's plans are set back, however, as Boda sends both competitors out of the ring with a clothesline from hell!
Richard: Look at this jerk, stopping to pose his muscles!
Nick: Relax, Rich. That move just bought Boda some ti- Look out!
Black Angel somehow managed to hold onto the rope as he went out. Ducking down, he used the ropes as a slingshot... and now comes flying back into the ring but Boda catches him! The fans go wild as the former PCW megastar drops the champ with a Bounced Czech!
Nick: Incredible ring presence by Boda! But like I said, he's had dozens of big matches such as these under his belt... not to mention the eight-way cage match on Revolution 50. He's solidly prepared!
Richard: Meat-head makes the cover.
Roberts falls down to his knees and begins to issue the first serious count of the match up.	
ONE!
...
TWO!
...
THR- Sirrajin!
The Intense Champ baseball slides into the fray, knocking Boda off from the covered champ.
Nick: Sirrajin just broke up the count, showing the world that he's not gonna let the Big Bad Boda Daddy pull one over THAT easy!
Richard: Really, Nick? It was that big of a statement?
Nick: ...
Killean awes the crowd with a quick snapmare on Boda, showing his awesome power. The Supreme Machine than reaches down for B.A. but is rolled up in a quick school boy pin! Roberts makes the count.
ONE!
...
TW - No!
Sirrajin angrily shrugs Angel off from him before getting to his feet. Getting to a vertical base is actually a bad idea though as Boda drives him back in the corner with a series of hard punches. With his foe trapped in between himself and the turnbuckle, Boda drives a knee into the Intense Champ's gut. Doubled over, Sirrajin is an easy target for Boda to plant with a fall-away slam. Boda goes for the cover... but suddenly decides against it as the Uni Champ gets to his feet. Boda leaves Sirrajin's carcass and makes a bee-line for Angel.
Nick: It looks like Boda is finally starting to get control of this match up, keeping tabs on both his opponents.
But no sooner does he reel back for axehandle to B.A.'s back, when Angel kicks out with his back leg and catches the former basketball star in the Boda Balls. Boda falls to his knees.
Richard: Nice move by Blackie, but knowing who Boda is, it probably didn't hurt much.
Nick: First off, don't ever call our champ "Blackie" again...
B.A. throws a punch as Boda tries to get to his feet. The champ swings wide as the veteran ducks. Boda charges forward. Angel, the wrestler of the moment he is, back-slips through the air and lands behind Boda.
Nick: Russian Leg Sweep... Wait!
Boda elbows Angel in the gut! Boda turns and plants B.A. with a DDT... Denied. Angel pulls Boda's legs out from underneath him, causing the big man to fall on his back, shaking the entire ring with a thunderous thud. B.A. grabs Boda's ankle and begins to twist it in a sturdy ankle lock, slowly dragging the big man toward the center of the ring.
Richard: Behind you, dummy!
But Angel ducks as Sirrajin overshoots the mark of his clothesline and bounces off the rope. Taking advantage, B.A. goes up behind Sirrajin as he comes back and rolls him up from behind in a pin... Only for the Intense champ to roll all the way through and come to his feet. Undeterred, Angel plants Sirrajin with a sturdy kick to the face. Sirrajin steps slightly back before turning his head up as the camera pans in to film the gleam in his eyes. The entire island territory of Hokkaido rocks as the Sapporo Dome erupts in cheers.
Nick: Sirrajin is calling B.A. out, motioning with his hand!
Richard: That might not be the smartest thing to do.
Indeed, Angel moves in and catches Sirrajin with catlike reflexes in the chin. B.A. backs of as Sirrajin looks momentarily down at his feet, spitting blood.
Nick: Was that just a tooth I saw?
Richard: I certainly hope so!
Killean lashes out, angrily throwing a punch at Angel. But Angel does another backflip... right into the arms of Boda who plants him with a surprise Northern Lights Suplex! Roberts goes down for the count.
ONE!
...
TWO!
...
No! Sirrajin breaks it up with a quick boot to the side of Boda's head.
Nick: Sirrajin just saved this match. And it's simply amazing how back and forth it's been thus far, these three equally talented competitors battling it out in the squared circle.
Richard: Yes... they are equally talentless. And man, this back and forth stuff is sure making me sick... I think I just might order a pizza...
Nick: A pizza? Now how the hell would that help?
Richard: Culture Shock tradition.
Nick: Dammit, you managed to wrangle a whole buffet table, can't you make do without?
Richard: What's all this you stuff? I saw you helping yourself to those sweet and sour pork balls!
Sirrajin whips Boda across the ring and catches the slightly stronger opponent on the way back with a bearhug slam. Boda, however, shrugs it off and quickly scrambles to his feet. Sirrajin grabs Boda's head and attempts to plant him with a DDT, but Boda pushes him back. Boda angrily rushes Sirrajin... but finds nothing as Sirrajin falls to the mat compliments of a sweeping kick to the back of his leg by B.A.! Using Boda's momentum against him, Angel drops Boda with a cradle DDT and goes for the pin.
Richard: That didn't look pretty... Seems as if something in that thick, veiny, disgusting neck of Boda must've snapped.
Nick: Well Rich, Angel certainly hit him at a great angle.
Richard: ... DEAL WITH IT! DEAL WITH IT! DEAL WITH IT!
Nick: ... Er... um... What are you doing?
Richard: Black Angel shouldn't have to apologize, it's wrestling and sometimes this shit just happens!
Nick: Yes... He never asked him to...
Richard: Oh... Still!... DEAL WITH IT! DEAL WITH IT! DEAL WITH IT!
Nick sighs as Roberts issues the count with the second drop of his hand.
... TWO!
...
No! Saved by Killean again.
Nick: The Intense Champion seems hell bent on preventing either other man from getting the victory.
Richard: Yeah, well his tactics may seem to be working now, but in the future I suggest something called offense!
Nick: Looks like he's taking you're advice, too, Richard.
Killean lifts Angel far above his head before dropping him over his knee.
Nick: What a backbreaker!
Angel rolls in pain as Killean retrieves the beached whale that is Boda and stands him in place. Sirrajin quickly backs against the ropes before coming forward...
Nick: SUPREME JUSTICE!
Richard: (with his mouth full) SUPREME PIZZA!
Kicking Boda's legs out from underneath him, Killean rocks Boda's head back at the same time, ala clothesline, sandwiching Boda's crunching bones into an awkward vice as he falls to the mat!
Nick: Yeah, go ahead and eat yer damn Pizza... I think The Supreme Machine may be our next champion!
Richard: "Supreme Machine?" Sounds like the nickname you'd give your high school buddy who worked at Pizza Hut or something...
Bernie Roberts is immediately there to make the count. The Japanese fans count along, excitedly.
ONE!
...
TWO!
...
THREE!
...
Vince Howard turns to ring the bell.
But Roberts turns and motions toward the ropes where B.A, on his hands and knees, just hoisted Boda's leg over the bottom rope!
Nick: I spoke too soon! Black Angel, too injured to get to a vertical base, simply crawled over and lifted Boda's leg over the bottom rope, saving the loss for both men!
Richard: Yeah, but who's going to save him from Sirrajin!? The Intense champ is livid!
Indeed, Killean Sirrajin comes out swinging, launching a fury of closed-handed rights and lefts at Angel. Unfortunately, the Uni Champ is a bit quicker and goes low, sweeping Sirrajin off from his feet. Seemingly stirred up by Killean's aggression, B.A, uncharacteristically mounts his opponent and begins driving him into the mat with a series of hard rights against the side of the head.
Nick: Lookout! B.A. wasn't too pleased, and he's taking the fight right to the much bigger man.
Richard: Finally! That bully Sirrajin needs to be put in his place.
Nick: Bully?
To the amusement of the cheering fans, Boda simply comes up behind B.A. and lifts him up by the seat of the pants, dangling him in the air like a fly!
Richard: That, my friend, is priceless!
With a sly grin, Boda shrugs and drops B.A. to the mat. B.A. lands on his hands and feet and quickly gets up though. He charges Boda. Boda, no rookie, sidesteps the speed of Angel, causing him to crash head first into the turnbuckle. Boda picks up the pieces and lifts B.A. high up into the air, suplex postion.
Nick: Orange Crush Pin!?
Nay.
Backing into a now recovering Sirrajin, Boda loses his balance...
And drops B.A. straight on his head. The audience gasps.
Nick: OH MY GOD! Richard, did you see that!? B.A. could be in serious, serious trouble..
Richard: Well... uh... at least now he has a reason not to show up to work...
Nick: (shoves his partner) Shush!
Boda, unable to do anything about, simply shrugs before going for the cover. But before Roberts can even drop to his knees Killean reaches out and grabs Boda's ankle and drags the big man down to the mat. Killean mounts Boda and begins to pound him with a series of closed fists. And yet again Roberts is ineffective as Boda relives the pain himself by simply bench pressing Sirrajin and tossing him aside. Sirrajin leaps back to his feet and charges Boda, but the angry Big Bad Boda Daddy isn't pleased with the Intense champ. He flattens his smaller opponent with a stiff clothesline.
Nick: Jesus Christ! The former Red Army member, bringing back memories of that crippling Iron Curtain.
Richard: Ah, yes. A classic!
Classic as it may be, Sirrajin looks like he's out. Boda goes for the cover.
Nick: Folks, I don't know what to tell ya! It's been a straight out wrestling match thus far, a chess match as much as a brawl, but people are droppin' like flies... Boda might have this one in the bag.
Richard: Yeah. PRIME's medical team should be on their way to the ring any moment...
...
TWO!
...
Before Roberts can get to three, for some reason Boda simply gets to his feet.
Nick: What!?
Richard: Ah! Angel... that tricky bastard.
Angel has Killean's boot and was seemingly attempting to raise it similar to what he did earlier. Boda apparently spotted though. Angrily, Boda stomps down hard on the back of Angel's head, driving him to the mat! The fans erupt in cheers, but there are a few notable boos as well.
Nick: Well Boda... that seemed a little brutal.
Richard: Hey, Nick?
Nick: Yeah?
Richard: Haven't I always told you in private that although I never really cared much for the guy, you do gotta respect the man?
Nick: No.
Richard: Well... Even though I'm not a big fan of Boda, you gotta...
Nick: Shut up.
Boda turns back to Sirrajin and goes down for another pin.
ONE!
...
TWO!
...
THREE!
...
NO!
Sirrajin somehow manages to get the left shoulder up just as Robert's hand comes down for the fatal three count. The Sapporo Dome once again erupts in cheers.
Richard: Slow count!
Nick: It was not, Rich. But somehow Killean managed to reach deep within himself and get the shoulder up... Great ring presence.
Boda angrily beats the mat before turning to Roberts and giving the official a mean look. Roberts shrugs it off and gives Boda the two finger sign. Boda nods his head no, but not wanting to waste any more time, simply hauls Sirrajin to his feet and places him over his shoulders.
Nick: What's Boda going for now?
Richard: You're ask the wrong person, dummy. I don't know, the man's lost his mind!
But Boda gives another slight smile to the fans, receiving a cheap pop, before lifting him a bit higher. Boda begins a spinning motion...
Nick: Could this be it? The Boda DROP!?
Richard: It could be a muffin for all we know.
Nick: ... Muffin!?
Boda swings Killean around once more... before falling tossing Killean over the top rope!
Due to a kick by B.A., Boda apparently lost his balance, throwing Killean into the air! Boda himself falls to the mat.
Nick: Folks, the champ is ALIVE! B.A... .it lives!
Richard: "It" needs to DIE!
As Boda shakes out the cobwebs, still on one knee...
Nick: SHINING BLACK!
Angel leaps onto Boda and springboards off from the knee, spinning to kick... NO! Boda ducks! Boda ducks! Angel falls to the mat in a heap. Exhausted, Boda himself collapses to the mat.
Nick: What a counter by Boda! In all my years I've never seen such a great counter to that move!
Richard: What can I say, the steroid freak had three weeks to sit on his big ass and watch tapes.
Nick: Rich, come on! Boda's ring presence never ceases to amaze me!
Richard: And neither does your bias seize to amaze <I>me</I>.
Nick sighs as senior official, Bernie Roberts, begins to issue the count.
ONE!
...
TWO!
...
THREE!
Killean begins to stir on the outside. Excited fans pat his back as he grabs the ringside barrier and slowly begins to pull himself up.
Boda shakes his head tiredly and begins slowly twitching his foot on the mat. Black Angel remains lifeless.
FOUR!
...
FIVE!
...
Nick: If either of these two competitors wants a shot at Universal gold they'd best be getting to their feet fairly quick!
Richard: Yes, Nick. Black Angel's odds... God damn unfortunately... look pretty good from here.
SEVEN!
...
EIGHT!
Fans across the Sapporo Dome are on their feet and beating their seats, stomping their feet. No one wants it to end like this...
But alas...
Boda is UP! Boda is UP!
Nick: At "nine," Boda just leapt to his feet!!!
Roberts steps back and gives a sigh of relief as Boda tries to remain balanced.
Richard: Look, steroids... and now he's drunk! What a disgrace to this great company!
Nick: I agree, Richard. It is a great company.
Richard: ...
Boda drags his tired body in the direction of Black Angel.
Richard: Please don't tell me that... oh, know!
Killean springboards off from the top rope and nails Boda with a clothesline! Both men hit the mat, hard!
Nick: And here we are, folks, back to square one!!!
Again, Roberts begins to issue the ten count.
Richard: Pfft. If Black Angel ends up retaining, remember it's all Sirrajin's fault, not Boda's.
Nick: That's ridiculous, Richard.
TWO!
...
Before Roberts can go any further, he turns to see Boda get to his knees. Wiping off his tights, the mammoth of a man gets slowly, methodically to his feet. He cracks his neck to the left. He cracks his neck to the right. And then, after a quick flex of his massive upper body muscles, Boda gives Sirrajin an angry stare. He points a finger toward his opponent, the Intense champ, who's slow to rise to his feet. When he does, however, he turns to meet the big man's glare. For a moment they stare each other down.
Nick: B.A. looks a little too banged up to continue... but I'm telling you, these two trains are about to collide.
Richard: Psst! Nick...
Nick: Yeah... ?
Richard: You already used that metaphor when Boda faced Rolo at ReVolution 52.
Nick: Oh yeah...
The anticipation crescendos when Sirrajin, unable to hold back, charges his bigger opponent! The fans let out another cheer as Boda does the same, running to face Sirrajin in the center of the ring. Boda goes high; Sirrajin goes low...
Nick: My GOD!
Sirrajin spears Boda! Boda finds himself lying face-up on the mat... staring into the eyes of Killean Sirrajin!!! The fans go nuts as Sirrajin stands over Boda and mocks him with one of his own flexes!
Richard: Now those are natural pipes, unlike that Cheese that Boda has.
Nick: Certainly, Sirrajin is a beast on his own account.
Boda slams his fist against the mat before attempting to get to his feet...
Sirrajin launches himself across the mat and charges low again, real low...
And SPEARS himself and Boda under the bottom rope, right out of the ring!!!
Richard: Damn! That damn chant has even took on in JAPAN!
Nick: INDEED! And both men are down on the outside of the ring!
Roberts rolls his eyes as he again begins another ten count, motioning toward the fans with his hands as they count along in Japanese.
Nick: Oddly enough, if this were to result in a double-count out... not only would B.A. retain, but he'd be considered the winner as well!
Richard: What!? That dirty bastard had it planned along!
Nick: How could he!?
Richard: (under his breath) Ian English wannabe...
... THREE!
Boda, however, quickly pulls himself to his feet and slides in the ring.
Nick: Boda has made a quick recover, but folks, it appears as if Sirrajin has injured his leg...
With Killean coming to life on the outside, Boda sets back to work on B.A. by throwing him to the mat with a powerslam.
Richard: Damn! I haven't seen anyone roll in pain like that since Rodney King!
The camera pans in as Killean's eyes roll to the back of his head as he flails about in pain. He grabs his left knee cap and tenderly rolls over.
Nick: With Black Angel seemingly finished off and Killean injured on the outside, it looks as if Boda might be able to...
Low blow by Black Angel! There's a murmur of boos and cheers as the Big Bad Boda Daddy falls to his knees in pain.
Richard: Look, that move has consistently held a special place in my heart... but really, that was out of desperation more than spite... so B.A., you suck.
Nick: ...
Roberts moves in to issue Angel a warning, but the Universal Champion is so dazed it appears a rather fruitless reprimanding. A moment later Boda recovers anyway and reaches down, seizing Black Angel by the throat. The three-hundred-pound giant hoists Black Angel into the air as Roberts checks in to make sure it's not a choke maneuver.
Richard: Kill him, Boda, kill him!
Nick: You do realize what you just said, don't you?
Richard: I know, and it's killing me.
Boda turns and throws Black Angel towards the ring corner. B.A hits the corner, but his landing is softened by that of one sandwiched referee.
Nick: Ouch.... That had to hurt.
Richard: ZEBRA DOWN, ZEBRA DOWN!!!!
As Roberts collapses in the corner, Black Angel stumbles out of the corner, and into the open hands of the big man. Boda pulls B.A's head between his legs, and signals for The Boda Bomb. The PCW Hall of Famer jerks Black Angel up into the powerbomb position, but doesn't get to finish the move as The Universal Champion somehow has the presence to counter the move.
Nick: Hurricarana by Black Angel. Holy hell I ain't never seen that.
Richard: Kill him Black Angel, Kill him.
Nick: .....
With all three combatants down and out, and the referee still in LaLa land in the corner, the fans inside the Sapporo Dome break out in a ravenous roar of booing as Vampir Nosferatu walks down the ramp.
Richard: FINALLY.... The man that should have been in this match, is here.
Nick: Fans, this can't bold well for any of the three men in this match. None of them like Vampir, and his disdain for them is equal.
Vampir walks methodically to the ring, pacing to the other side. As the fans let him know how much they like him.... Which isn't much at all.... The Dark Knight shoves the timekeeper to the ground and takes his chair. Sliding in the ring, Vampir lays in wait for one of the two wrestlers to get to their feet first. Nosferatu uses his right hand to motion for the two to rise, which seems magical as Boda and Black Angel start to get on their feet. Both men get up from their knees at about the same time, both with glazed looks in their eyes.
Nick: Vampir is about to take out his frustration for not being in this match, and it looks like he's going to take out both men with that chair.
Richard: KILL THEM VAMPIR, KILL THEM!!
Nick: ........
Boda is first to see his arch enemy in the ring, then as he sees the chair coming swinging at his head, he mouths the words "FUCK".
"CCCCCRAAAAAAAACK!!!"
With a resounding thud, Vampir hits his target. Only it wasn't Boda, who fell to the floor before the impact took place. Instead, Vampir nailed The Universal Champion, who has now crumbled to the mat in a heap. Vampir drops the chair, and looks down at Boda on the mat.
Nick: What the... a fan just jumped the guard rail.....
Richard: That's no fan.... That's......
Indeed, as Vampir reaches down to pull Boda up, a man has jumped over the security barrier, and into the ring.
Nick & Richard: THAT'S JON KANO!!!!
Yes PRIME-ates, indeed Jon Kano is in the ring, and Vampir doesn't see him. The fans start cheering, which grabs the attention of the Dead One. As Vampir looks up, he's speared out of the ring by Kano. Kano's momentum causes him to follow Vampir out of the ring and to the floor.
"KANO KANO KANO KANO!"
Nick: KANO-SPEAR. Jon Kano just saved Boda from God knows what.
Richard: Shit. Just what we need, another former PCWer. Might as well call this place PCW Version 3.
Nick: Well, that's the surprise Boda had planned for Vampir. And by God, it came at a great time.
Bernie Roberts starts to stir in the corner. Boda rolls over and sees Black Angel out on the mat, and plops his left arm over the champion's chest. Roberts crawls over, slowly and starts the pin count.
ONE..................
Vampir and Kano are still down outside the ring. Killean has somehow managed to pull himself to his feet.
TWO..................
Killean hops to the apron and starts to slide into the ring. Kano slowly gets to his feet also. Killean tries to stand, but his knee buckles. He lands right next to Roberts and watches as the official's hand slaps the mat for the third time.
THREE.................
The Sapporo Dome implodes as the match has officially come to an end. "Because of You" by Nickelback hits as referee Bernie Roberts rolls over and calls for the bell.
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Nick: OH MY GOD!......BODA HAS DONE IT! HE'S THE NEW UNIVERSAL CHAMPION OF PRIME.
Richard: .........
Nick: Speechless? Thank God.
Killean can only look over at Boda, who now has rolled over on his back. EMTs rush to the ring as the fans cheer the great match they just saw. Kano grabs the Universal Title from the bell keeper and climbs in the ring. Killean is tended to by EMTs, as Black Angel lies motionless in the ring still.
Nick: What a match these three gave. I don't think Black Angel realizes what's happened yet.
Richard: Hell no. Vampir cleaned his clock with that chair shot.
Nick: A shot intended for Boda. And look at his friend Jon Kano in the ring, handing Boda the highest prize in the land.
As Boda lies on the mat, he looks up to see Kano standing above him, The Universal Title in outstretched hands. Chris Sloboda reaches up and takes it, pulling it down and kissing it.
Nick: Look at the emotion from our new Universal Champion.
Richard: What a sap.
Kano stretches out his hand and helps Boda to his feet. As Boda stands, Kano is kicked in the head by a recovered Vampir Nosferatu. As Kano spills outside, Boda and Vampir stare at one another, nose to nose. Boda holds the gold out in his left hand and reminds Vampir that he just won that title. The two men exchange words, not audible outside of the few inches their faces are apart.
Richard: Get him Vampir, kick his ass right now. He's primed for you.
Nick: Things look to be picking up between the new Champion and his nemesis. After all the months of heartaches and torture, both mental and physical, Boda has endured because of that man, he deserves that title more than anyone else.
Kano slides back in the ring, and stands right next to Boda, watching the two behemoths stare one another down and verbally abusing each other. Killean is helped to the back by EMTs as Black Angel starts to stir on the mat. Kano puts his hand on Boda's shoulder, as to let him know... 'I got your back man'. Boda never breaks his stare from Vampir's eyes and just nods his head up and down slowly.
Nick: Come on Boda, you know you want to.... Lay that son of a bitch out, right now.
Boda pulls the title in close, grasping it with both hands. The Sappora Dome is cheering for Boda to nail Vampir. The two enemies never break their eye-lock on each other. The Big Bad Boda Daddy steps back, turning to wind up the title belt. Boda swings and turns at the last second, nailing Jon Kano in the side of the head. Vampir never flinches or blinks. The fans suddenly go dead silent. The PCW Legend stumbles back against the ropes.
Nick: What the........
Boda drops the title and turns and as Kano comes back in his direction, Boda thrusts both hands around his neck and jerks Kano into the air, slamming him to the mat with a thunderous sit-out choke bomb.
Richard: BOUNCED CZECH!!! Boda just laid Kano out with a Bounced Czech!
Nick: Why? These two are long time friends!?
Boda stands back up, placing the Universal Title over his right shoulder. Vampir and him look at one another. Boda smiles, sadistically, as does Vampir from under his mask. The Sappora Dome implodes in the loudest boo of the name. Boda and Vampir first shake hands in the center of the ring. Then the two hug briefly, as Boda turns and hoists the Universal Title over his head in the air. The Japanese fans start tossing food and drinks into the ring, trying to hit the man that just shocked them all.
Richard: LOOK AT THOSE TWO..... THEY JUST SHOCKED US ALL......THEY TRULY ARE THE EPITOME OF CULTURE SHOCK.
Nick: I'm..... I'm......
Richard: At a loss for words?
Nick: Yes.........
Richard: Well I'm not. Boda is now my new hero. After what just happened, he is definitely my kind of guy!
Nick: I can't believe what I am seeing, those two celebrating in the ring!
And neither can the fans. But business is about to pick up, as Black Angel slowly pulls himself to his feet. B.A turns and sees Vampir and Boda, side by side, smiling. Before he can react though, Boda drops the Universal title, and pulls Black Angel in, dropping him head first on the belt with a devastating DDT. Boda stands up, and makes an upside down cross sign above the prone body of the fallen champion.
Richard: This is now truly the GREATEST PPV EVER!
Nick: I just can't believe what I just saw. Boda and Vampir.... Together? This is a nightmare.
Richard: No it's not, it's a dream come true.
Nick: Folks we've got one more match to come that will take place outside of the arena to allow the Dual Halo to be constructed for our main event, but right now I feel nautious at what we've just seen happen... Boda has sold his soul!
Vampir and Boda head out of the ring together, leaving Black Angel alone, on the mat in the middle of the ring.
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MEEEEOOOWW! Lotto! |
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Written By Sebastian |
Hin See: Well, I suppose we'd better get this entrance drawing done... you know the drill.
Hin See continues to rotate as the various numbered balls clatter together inside, each assigned to a particular superstar.
Mr Bojangles: MEEEEEOOOOWWW!
On Bojangles command, Hin See stops the tumbler and reaches in, grabbing the first ball that comes to hand. Comparing the number to the list beside him, the Asian Cowboy smiles.
Hin See: Good choice, lets see who's going to become entrant number two.
Spinning the handle again, Hin See waits for Bojangles prompt.
Mr Bojangles: MEEEEEOOOOWWW!
Selecting the second ball, Hin See repeats the procedure and again seems pleased with the outcome. Placing the drawn balls to one side, he grabs the handle and starts to turn again.
Hin See: Now that's an interesting first pairing, well... only twenty eight more to go.
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Richard: Mr Bojangles is calling the draws... how cute, really.
Nick: You just saw the start of the entrance lottery drawing folks and as we know well Richard, that lottery will be one of the key factors in how our Main Event unfolds later. First however, we're going outside to our temporary arena where Jackson Darilek and Shane Wethers will have their rematch following Darileks victory a fortnight ago on ReVolution.
Cutting away from the Halo-in-progress, the mini-arena outside is shown. The whole set-up is basically a scaled down version of a PRIME houseshow set. Basic tron screen, basic uncovered guardrails, etc. A solid crowd has turned up outside to see the action, drawn by the fact that they've been able to see the PPV for free on the various screens set up outside the Sapporo Dome. "SSSSSSSHANE WETHERS!" suddenly bursts through the speakers in a morbid, plutonic voice. The rigged lights suddenly switch off, leaving the mini PRIME-a-Tron lit up with the "Eternal Punk" logo. The sounds of gathered of fans, screaming at the top of their lungs in way that can only be described as worshipful, is heard throughout as well as the traffic passing on the nearby highway. All of a sudden, the crashing beat of "Scum of the Earth" by Rob Zombie hits the speakers.
Nick: Shane Wethers humiliated deposed co-owner Toshiaki Motoki with a dose of Motoki Karoke on his return to PRIME and now that Motoki has been banished from the company, the Eternal Punk is back on the payroll.
Richard: Super...
Shane Wethers appears at the top of the aisle, milking the cheers from the fans as he walks down with the ramp wearing the usual cocky expression upon his face. 'The Definitive of Excellence' in luminous green letters, is written on his shirt as the camera pans in for a close-up of his chest. However, Wethers pushes the camera out of his way, sucking up all of the worship he can possibly take in, without a care in the world as he makes his way down the ramp. He jumps on to the ring apron with ease, and flips over the ropes.
Richard: What a damn show-off!
Wethers then proceeds to climb every turnbuckle, his arms above his head in a demanding gesture respect.
Nick: Well ladies and gentleman, here is a match that was added to the Culture Shock card only minutes after Revolution 55 ended. This match was unable to be taken care of for reasons unknown to us...But here you have it! A bonus match tonight, to what is an already talent-loaded card!
Richard: I was hoping Hin See would have a sense of quality control...Motoki certainly did...
Nick: Is that so? I must've overlooked the "good" aspects of Richard Larkin's career being destroyed on our program, under Motoki's watchful eye...
Richard: There's no point crying over spilt milk, Nick. Anyway, after the match was cancelled last week, I think they should have left it cancelled, 'cause no one really wanted to see this match anyway. My two cents.
Nick: Two cents? Not even, Richard. In CANADIAN, maybe...Now keep your stupid comments to yourself. Our first participant of this evening, Shane Wethers, is now in the ring now, and next we have Jackson Darilek! Old PRIME talent against one of the newer faces.
All the lights suddenly shut off, and the wail of fireworks being launched fills the air as a blue searchlight begins to scour the crowd, moving in erratic patterns. A silver fog, which is billowing from the entrance, suddenly evaporates under a storm of sparks. Suddenly, a loud ,booming voice comes over the PA system: "Faster than a junkie running from the cops, louder than an underage drinking party, wilder than Spring Break in Cancun... IT'S JACKSON DARILEK!!!!"
"Bring Em Out" by T.I. begins playing over the loudspeakers as the fans immediately burst from their seats, clapping and cheering loudly when Jackson Darilek busts out of the fog at a full sprint, darting toward the ring.
Nick: Favorable fan reaction for both these stars from this Hokkaidan crowd.
Richard: Land of the Rising Sun...and cheering morons.
Jackson slides under the ropes and immediately bounces to his feet, standing in the center of the ring. From a far corner, Wethers gives him a sly wink, letting the rookie no who's who.
Richard: I will stand by the same mentality I had last time these two fought: Pass the "No Doze" 'cause this one is going to be a real sleeper.
Nick: Wow. That is a rather large word for you...Do you even know what "mentality" means?
Richard: Of course, you buffoon.... Bah! Never mind...er...these two are ready to start the match!
Nick: Well the only truthful thing you have said all night is that these two have faced off before, and the first time, Jackson Darilek pulled out the win. Now we will see who will take it this time....in front of thousands of fans live, millions around the world! ...And here's the bell!
The bell rings and Jackson Darilek and Shane Wethers meet in the middle of the ring. Shane gets the first offensive move in by landing a punch to the head of Darilek. But not going to be out witted so early on, Darilek fights back with a punch of his own. They go back and forth, and both men begin to quickly wear out as fast as they shot in.
Richard: Look, these two cannot even exchange blows for more then five minutes before they get tired! It's a good thing they're not boxers!
Nick: Well these two men are exchanging, blow for blow both, and are both getting worn down.
But it looks like Darilek is just about to take the advantage! He ducks Wethers returning punch and lands a semi-running forearm smash, perfectly, sending Wethers hard to the mat.
Richard: Looks like the outcome is going to be the same as a couple of weeks ago...
Even though Richard is being a open pessimist, the fans are starting to get behind this all-out brawl. Wethers is not down for long and comes back with his own strong blow. Wethers lands a kick to the gut and executes a perfect DDT, landing Darilek on his cranium.
Nick: That looks like it hurt, but is Wethers going to try and capatilize, or is he going to just sit back and wait?
Richard: It is not like that move hurt Darilek...he has nothing up there anyway!
Nick: Not even the inverse Tony Rolo would spew something that flammingly un-original, you moron!
After landing the DDT, Wethers makes his way towards the leg of his fallen opponent. He starts to wrap him up and is setting Darilek up for a Boston Crab. He has his opponent in the middle of the ring and in agonizing pain. The fans cheer on enthusiastically.
Richard: We might be lucky here folks, that chump Darilek might tap out sooner than later, and we will be able to get onto the real events of the evening, soon.
Nick: No matter what my partner might sayabout this match , it may in fact be over a little sooner than expected... Let's hope Darilek can find his way out of this one!
Darilek is slamming the mat hard with his fists, trying hard to get closer to the ropes. A few agonizing moments later, he is a mere five feet away from the ropes, trying desperately to reach out with each arm. Over and over again, however, he fails to do so! Darilek cries out in pain as Wethers commands him to surrender.
Dairlek will not.
Nick: Darilek is showing an ocean of resilience for his PRIME pay per view debut.
Richard: ...As well as stiking up the card with his prescence. Tool.
But a testament to his courage, the fans are getting behind Jackson Darilek...
J-DASH! J-DASH! J-DASH! J-DASH!
Richard: I do not know what these fans see in him, but they surely do see something.
Nick: Well it looks like those chants are helping Jackson Darilek, as he finally reaches the ropes!!!
The referee breaks the two men apart after a wuick four-count, and Darilek looks like he is relieved to have finally reached the ropes, finally unburdened by the pain.
Richard: It looks like Jackson Darilek has a just found a new wave of energy, where...from who knows, but it is about time to make this match interesting!
Nick: Darilek and Wethers are now both standing face to face!
Wethers goes for a quick jab-like punch, but Darilek steps aside and counters with a drop-toe-hold, sending Wethers down with a small pop from the crowd. Wethers head bounces off the mat, and Darilek is looking to take the advantage of this match. Darilek quickly lands a quick elbow the gut of the fallen Wethers.
Nick: I thought that this match was almost over, but I guess I was wrong.
Richard: Yeah, as always, you were wrong... I told you this would be a good match!
Nick: ...
Richard: I said... as always, you were wrong...I told you this would be a good match!
Nick: I can't hear you Richard, I think a plane just went over.
Richard: I'm sitting right next to you genuis, just take your headset off!
Wethers is getting back to his feet, sporting burning passion in his eyes. A local camera focuses in on a shot of his focused, glaring pupil. Wethers is quick to land a kick to the gut of Darilek! The PRIME veteran steps back and lines Darilek up for a jawbreaker.
Nick: It looks as if Shane is getting ready to finish this thing off!
Richard: Finally...
Nick: But you just sai-
Richard: BORING!
With the fallen Darilek unable to stand up in time, Shane nails him again before backing into the corner where he starts to climb the ropes.
Nick: Shane is on the top rope! He has both arms extended and leaps into the air! I smell a high risk maneuver!
Richard: Good call, Captain Obvious...he IS in the air, looking to land a Swanton Bomb...
Shane lands the high risk maneuver! Wethers quickly makes the cover on Darilek as the ref falls to his knees and begins immediately issuing the count.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
Nick: NO!! Darilek somehow got a shoulder up! He must really be tired, now!
Richard: If he was that tired, he would have stayed down! Good ring prescence.
Nick: Did you just-
Richard: NO!
Darilek is still slow to move though. Wether is up, wondering why he did not just get the three-count, a little mad that the ref. allegedly counted too slow...
Nick: That will get him nowhere! Wethers should focus on the match a little more...Being a veteran, for Christ's sake, he should know that by now!
As Wethers protests, Darilek slowly gets back to his feet...
Richard: HA!
Wethers turns around from protesting just in time to see Darilek land a Flipping Neckbreaker on his own defensless body, crushing him to the mat...
Richard: It looks like Darilek might be back in this match! And Wethers...well, out of it!
Nick: As much as you talk down about this match, it has really been entertaining. ...Darilek is now pulling Wethers up by his head and is going for Blackout!
Richard: He has himm about ready to land it!
...but Wethers pushes him away! Darilek bounces off the ropes and coems back..
Wethers lands a clothesline on Darilek! The vet quickly picks up the fallen rookie and sets him up, neo-ironically, for his set up move, a half nelson suplex.
Nick: It looks like Wethers is going to take advantage. He is setting Darilek up to land the Crowd Surf!
Richard: He just landed that move, now hopefully he will land the Stairway to Heaven and end this match!!!
Just as Richard has hoped, Shane Wethers picks his opponent up and lands a Double Arm DDT on Darilek's poor head...
The Stairway to Heaven leaves its brutal mark.
Nick: It looks like this one is just about over with Shane Wethers just hitting The Stairway to Heaven on Darilek, and there the ref. goes for the cover!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
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YES!!!
The bell ring sounds hollow in the open air as the referee raises Shane Wether's old school arm in a classic stance of PRIME victory while the TV camera crane passes over the squared circle. With the match reaching its conclusion, the feed switches back to the announce table.
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Nick: There you have it, folks! Shane Wethers has just beat Jackson Darilek, making up for his first loss earlier on in the year. That said, I have a feeling these two are not done with each other...But for tonight...for Wethers, what a match!
Richard: Hopefully they can meet one more time, and get it over with once and for all! I never want to see these two face each other again! ...We need wrestlers who can entertain us like that high-flying, kicking girl, Karina Wolfen-be-my-wife....Or whatever her name is!
Nick: Well folks, there you have it: another stupid comment from Richard Parker... What better way to leave for a quick break?
Richard: You're just jealous of my mad-long wang!
Nick: (sighing) Moving on, the Dual Halo is undergoing the final safety checks as we prepare for the biggest match of the calander year in PRIME. Thirty superstars, two Halos, two rings and a whole lot of action... and it's coming NEXT!
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Anything You Can Do |
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The PRIME production crew can't help but pay attention as Karina Wolfenden yells back into Tessa Windsor's changing room. Weary from her hard-fought match against the HIT, and always one to throw herself headlong into an argument, the K-Wolf slams the door closed behind her. As Wolfenden storms away, Tessa flings the door back open, wanting Kari to know that even though she's shorter in stature, she can hold her own.
Tessa Windsor: Yeah, and I must've had a concussion or something to even THINK it was a good idea!
Tessa's words hook her confrontational side and snaps her head back around.
Karina Wolfenden: No, concussions are generally the things you get from being beaten around the ring before I have to tag in and bail you out.
Striding right up to Karina, still clad in the brightly coloured remnants of her wresting outfit, Tessa takes offence to the K-Wolf's belittling comment.
Tessa Windsor: Well, of course, Karina Wolfenden HAS to come in and grab all the attention at the end! It HAS to be you getting the winning pin. It HAS to be you touring Japan. It HAS to be you in the PRIME rankings. It HAS to be you carrying me, doesn't it?
Karina rolls her eyes... in the unintentionally patronising way that only she can.
Karina Wolfenden: Well, considering that those are the things that happen, it kinda makes sense.
Tessa Windsor: Well maybe I'm just a little tired of being Karina Lite, or the chirpy little goody-goody sidekick.
Mimicking a yawn, Karina turns her back on Tessa, arguments about wrestling reputations and standings really not being her thing. Angry at the K-Wolf's blasé attitude, Tessa strides after her, grabbing Karina's arm and going to yank her back... something Kari doesn't appreciate as she grabs Tessa's wrist and spins through, pushing her away in an aggressive manner.
Tessa Windsor: I finally get a nice, comfy spot in OSW, then who do they want to bring in as my tag partner? Karina Wolfenden. I put EVERYTHING on the backburner so people will take me seriously as a wrestler in RPW, and who becomes the unquestionable darling of the fans there? Karina Wolfenden. I find PRIME, find a place where I fit in... and who do I stupidly have to ask to cast her usual shadow back over me? Karin-
Karina Wolfenden: You stopping talking now would be appreciated.
Tessa Windsor: Yeah, because Karina forbid that somebody says something you don't like. Karina, the big Indy star. Karina, the PRIME and PTC Tag Champion. And what do I get called? Your tag team partner, your friend, your al-
Karina Wolfenden: My person who really needs to walk back into her dressing room and cool down?
Seeing that everyone in the corridor is fixated on their harshly thrown words, Tessa takes a few steps back from Karina, gesturing dismissively with her arms.
Tessa Windsor: Of course I should. After all, Karina Wolfenden is always right isn't she... and it's not like I'd get an apology from you if you weren't.
With the hint of a snarl across her lips, Tessa storms back into her changing room and slams the door shut, instigating a flurry of whispers from all left standing around the agitated Karina.
*Sniff*
Skulking out from between two sound techs comes Amy Campbell. Although she's looking at Karina, her eyes seem focussed elsewhere... well, at least what can be made out of her eyes under the glassy reflection.
Aimz: Finally realised she was keeping ya down, huh?
About as far from interested as it's possible to be in what Amy Campbell has to say, Karina just gives her a look of, 'stop breathing if you like.' Pacing around Karina, Aimz looks her 6 foot frame up and down with contempt.
Aimz: I mean, it was pretty obvious from earlier that she's slowing you down. That Asai Kneedrop? Not even YOU thought you were going to make that flip. And don't even GET me started on that Double Hit Enziguri... you were virtually hitting the canvas before the second landed.
With hands on hips, Karina shoots back a bemused, inquisitive gaze, wondering if she's serious.
Karina Wolfenden: Oooooookay. The day I take wrestling advice from you, will be the day after I start writing an essay on who's blown the most co-workers. But thanks anyway, Red.
Shrugging off the insult, Aimz just backs away, trying to make it sound like she was being helpful.
Aimz: My bad. Looks like it's a touchy subject. Just calling it as I see it. Ya know what they say about opinions and assholes...
Eyes narrowing, the K-Wolf makes it clear just how little respect and tolerance she has for the Red Raver.
Karina Wolfenden: You take it in your opinions?
With her pharmaceutical pre-match 'routine' having kicked in, Aimz's brain doesn't quite manage to process Karina's barbed comment.
Aimz: Yeah, that, whatever, Blondie. Must be hard to hear someone say that you're less than pristine.
Turning away from Karina, Aimz doubles her hands back, flipping off the K-Wolf either side of where a red thong rises from her low-slung, Tartan pants.
Karina Wolfenden: Your underwear is showing...
Aimz then raises both index fingers to double the score, before Karina just sighs and strolls off, wanting to save at least some focus for the Dual Halo.
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What Year Is It? |
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Afterall, comatose patients tended not to go too far.
Besides, there were still Doctors and nurses doing their rounds... a few acknowledgements here or there, maybe the odd bit of box carrying duty and that was his night wrapped into one neat little package.
"Dustin?"
Staring up from under the brim of his hat, Treby looks up to see Nurse Weber standing in front of the desk, her smile warmed him more than the bitter coffee from the machine down the corridor.
Security Guard: Evening Ms Weber, what can I do yer for?
"Do yer for?" Despite Treby's Munson-like dialect, the duty staff always had time for him.
Nurse Weber: Did you by any chance see anyone moving the patient from room twenty six?
Security Guard: Nope, I ain't recall seeing nothing like dat. When did yer say was it?
Nurse Weber: Within the last hour or so... don't worry, Dustin I'll chase it up. You know how things work around here sometimes, the right hand doesn't know what the left hand is doing and somehow I always seem to be playing the part of the left hand.
Laughing softly, the nurse heads further down the corridor, trying to track down her supervisor while Dustin goes back to watching the fuzzy screen of his portable.
Security Guard: Yep, you have a good'un miss.
THUD! CRASH!
Leaning over his desk, Treby looks down the corridor to see the janitors mop laying across the floor, with the accompanying empty steel bucket rolling anti-clockwise, rattling until it comes to a stop.
Security Guard: Miss Weber?
No answer.
Treby heaves a deep sigh and climbs out of his seat, replacing his mug of coffee with his trusty torch. The corridors were always fairly dark this time of night, to conserve power as well as create a comfortable sleeping environment for patients... although that was fairly irrelevent considering the nature of the casualties in this wing of the hospital.
Security Guard: Miss Weber is that you?
No answer... well except from...
BANG! THUD!
Security Guard: Alright, stop right there fella!
Raising his torch, Treby points the beam straight into the face of the culprit, causing the thirty year old man of Asian origin to squint. Judging from his garb, Treby quickly realises that the individual in front of him is a patient... and a rather disorientated one at that.
Patient: Is that you Jiro? Trent? Pl... Please just tell me where I am...
Security Guard: No that ain't me name son, un' you're in San Franciso General... Dustin's me name and I...
Patient: Dustin please, you've got to help me... I need to get back to End Game... my name is Taun.
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With strobe lighting still lashing the sides of the predominantly steel structure, Vince Howard stands in the aisle, waiting for his cue. Sure enough, the lighting changes to leave PRIME's stalwart ring announcer the center of attention as he raises his microphone.
Vince Howard: Ladies and Gentleman, can I have your attention please. The next match is tonights Main Event, the Duel Halo Match!
The Japanese fans cheer, many at least recognising the "Dual Halo" mention, despite perhaps not grasping the full sentence. Howard's rules run down is more of an aid to the home viewers, especially the many new fans PRIME has acquired throughout the past 12 months during the companies most successful spell since coming into operation in June 2003. Originally constructed in the mind of Toshiaki Motoki (probably not a hometown hero tonight) the Dual Halo was easily the match of 2004 in which the devious limey known as Ian English triumphed over 29 of his counterparts to seal his place in history. Now it is time for someone else to follow in his footsteps.
Vince Howard: The official rules for this match, are as follows...
1) Two superstars will start the match, one in each halo with a new superstar entering every 2 minutes. The entrants will alternate between which halo they enter.
2) Elimination can only occur via pinfall or submission.
3) Every 10 minutes the glass tunnel doors open for approximately 1 minute to allow superstars two travel between the Halo's. After this duration, they will then lock shut again until the next ten minute interval.
4) Anything goes in the Halo's, there are no disqualifications or count outs.
5) The match ends when just one superstar remains.
Another loud pop from the fans, despite nearly all of them knowing the rules ahead of Howard's announcement. For those curious, if a superstar passes out during a submission hold or due to a massive loss of blood, they are eliminated at the referee's discretion. See Steve Starrs loss to Ian English in the Jewel In The Crown 2003 Final at King Of Kings for an example of such an incident. Failing that, you could always just pin the guy when he's out cold.
Vince Howard: With that being said.... LLLLLLLETS GET READY TO RUMMMMMBBBBLLLLEEEE!!!
Now that everyone knows the score, Vince Howard slips away into the background while the camera switches over to the announce position beside the stage. Nick is the picture of professionalism, while Richard looks like a little boy waking up on Christmas day, rubbing his hands together with excitement.
Nick: This is it folks. Thirty competitors are standing backstage and we're now on the brink of the second ever Dual Halo match. One of those superstars are about to place their destiny in their own hands and emerge from the wreckage of this epic contest with the right to demand whatever they want from the company. That priviledge isn't simply handed over however, someone will have to go through 29 of their fellow superstars and survive in this career-shortening environment to claim their prize.
Richard: Last year "The Number One Son" Adam spent one hour and twenty six minutes in there and he didn't even win! We don't know the entrance order out here, but no doubt the luck of the draw will be a considerable factor in this match. If you drew out number 30, then chances are there won't be too many competitors left by the time you hit the Halo.
Nick: That final entry spot is lucrative indeed, but someone back there will have drawn the short straw and ended up with first entry into this match. Last year it was Adam and as you mentioned Richard, despite a colossal effort he couldn't see the contest out by some distance. You've got to believe it would take a minor miracle for one of the first entrants to survive to the bitter end of this bout. You can only condition yourself so much, but this environment can test and break the limits of human endurance!
The lights return to their normal ambience and the fans clamour to see which superstar is due out first. Meanwhile the officials take their positions outside and inside the two Halos. Inside of Halo 1 is senior official Bernie Roberts whose task tonight is to simply count the falls, call the submissions and try not to get caught in the crossfire. In the opposing Halo, Wesley James has the same task while four further officials are stationed by the two entrances. Bernies son Josh and Thomas Giles stand outside the large steel doorway to Halo 1 while Jimmy Turner and the fiery Italian-American Roberto LaCassa hold the fort outside of Halo 2. Their jobs are simple, open the gateway for entering superstars, while recovering the fallen carcasses of eliminated competitors to clear the Halo.
Nick: We're just a few moments from finding out which two superstars will start this match... any last minute predictions Richard?
Richard: Well as you might recall Nick, last year I predicted that Ian English would win the Dual Halo and...
Nick: Last year you predicted about twelve different superstars to win, but I appreciate the difficulty. That's one of the great things about this match, it's not clear cut. There are so many factors involved, but be honest... what does your gut tell you?
Richard: My gut tells me that I need another helping of salad, chickenwings and thousand island dressing, but in regards to this match I'm going to back... Vampir Nosferatu...
Nick: Vampir's a strong candidate to...
Richard: No wait, I'm going for Boda the new Universal Champion... but then there's Hoyt as well and The HIT and...
The ringcrew finish their final checks on the structure and disappear into the darkness as the lights lower. The anticipation level is through the roof as the Japanese PRIME-ates wait to see which arguably unlucky superstar drew entry numero uno.
Nick: Nevermind, because we're about to find out. Folks, if like Richard you want a snack, a drink or a trip to the bathroom do it now, because trust me... we're going to be here for a while!
Richard: It's time to let the bodies hit the floor! Who's going to be first out?
The Overture of Bad Religion's "The Empire Strikes First" prompts a explosion of cheering inside of the Sapporo Dome as a slick sheet of fog shoots up in front of the entranceway, and a large looming figure of Emilio Rage appears through the mist. The bandana wearing Alias Champion seems pumped up as he encourages the fans to increase the noise level further while he makes his way down the aisle.
Nick: Well folks, if Emilio Rage intends to win this Dual Halo match, then he's going to have dig deep and put on something special tonight, because lady luck doesn't appear to be on his side.
Richard: They say fortune favors the brave, but if you placed any money on Emilio Rage to win this thing... kiss it goodbye! Trust me Nick, Emilio Rage has got more chance of becoming Miss Nicaragua 2005 than emerging from the Dual Halo victorious.
Pausing at the base of the aisle, Rage takes a deep breath as he analyses the dangerous feat of arcitecture standing before him. It certainly looked more formidable in person than through the small monitor in his lockeroom, but undaunted he hands the Alias title belt to Josh Roberts waits as the officials unlatch the large steel mesh entrance doors. Once inside of Halo 1, he mounts the far corner and salutes the fans, before jumping down to complete a few final stretches while he awaits the superstar who pulled out entry number 2.
Nick: Emilio Rage is the first superstar in Halo 1, next we're going to see who will be the first entrant into Halo 2. The two superstars will then be forced to endure a tense two minute wait until the third entrant walks out here and enters Halo 1. Then after another two minute period, a forth entrant will join the fray heading for Halo 2 and we alternate from there on in. But focusing on our first entrant for a moment Richard, Rage has had a great term in PRIME so far, but imagine what it would do to his career if he could someone pull out a shock here?
Richard: Before I kill any lingering hope you might have Nick, I think we better find out who the second most unlucky individual in the Sapporo Dome is!
The trumpet section of "Progenies of the Great Apocalypse" by Dimmu Borgir sounds out as a fog screen of reds, darks blues and Halloween-oranges discolor the lavish Culture Shock entrance set. The doors part and Ozric Mortimer emerges through the mist being pumped through vents in the floor, which creeps its way up the obelisks.
Richard: Well would you look at that, it's Ozric Mortimer. That's two members of team super bestfriends in the Dual Halo already... lets just hope this outing is as successful as their brief showing in the Tag Team Title Tournament.
Nick: Emilio Rage and Ozric Mortimer were once foes until the latter turned his back on the Dark Age's sick campaign for companywide domination. Now it appears they'll be starting this match in opposing Halos.
Mortimer reaches the abrupt end of the aisle and heads straight through the entranceway to Halo 2, rolling into the ring. The one time EPW star had endured a rather eventful first couple of months in PRIME and now it appeared that if he wanted to walk away from this match as the undisputed winner, he'd have to do things the hard way. He looked across to Rage in the opposite Halo and acknowledged his fellow Enlightment stablemate. The pair had struck up quite a relationship after Ozric opted to leave the confines of the Dark Age once Vampir Nosferatu's full intentions for the group became clear. Deep down though, he knew that even if he couldn't win this match, he and Rage had to make sure that no member of the Dark Age would emerge victorious either. The consequences of such an outcome just didn't bear thinking about.
Richard: So it's the clown and the illegal immigrant to get things underway... luckily even they can't taint this soon to be legendary match.
Nick: Well this "soon to be legendary" match looks like it's about to officially start. The two officials seem happy that everything is as it should be and I think we could be hearing the opening bell any minute now.
Using an array of hand signals including a thumbs up, Wesley James motions to the senior official that everything in Halo 2 is in order, leaving the vastly experienced Bernie Roberts to call for the bell. Sure enough Vince Howard reaches for his hammer and strikes the steel bell drawing a loud cheer from the crowd as the second ever Dual Halo match begins in Hokkaido.
Nick: There we go folks, the bell has rung and our main event at Culture Shock 2005 is on!
The fans settle into their seats while Rage and Mortimer try to settle into their surroundings, trying to form some sort of strategy that might just see them through to the finale of this bout. In the bottom right hand side of the screen a small timer appears, displaying "1:43" which was exactly how long Rage had to prepare himself before he had company in Halo 1. Mortimer on the other hand had just under four minutes to wait, although in truth it would seem more like just under four hours. Having left the confines of the lockeroom area, both Enlightenment members just wanted to get straight into the action. Instead, they had to bide their time in the Dual Halo in what can only be considered the calm before the storm.
Nick: This two minute wait is agonising... what could be going through Emilio Rage's mind right now? He's got about a minute and a half before one out of twenty eight possible opponents enters that Halo with him.
Richard: I bet he's wishing he'd remembered to bring that white towel from the lockeroom... that way he'd have something to throw in!
Nick: Alright, lets just pretend for a moment that you're a professional and unbiased color commentator. What sort of tactics will Rage and Mortimer need to evoke in order to survive in this match from the outset?
Richard: Endurance is the key here, both men have to pace themselves through the early periods of this match and save something in the tank for later. Of course that's easy in theory, but not so easy when fresh bodies are arriving on the scene every two minutes. Sometimes you've just got to know when to sit out... I mean if there are three guys in the ring and the other two are fighting, why get involved? Take a breather and maybe you'll even get lucky and someone else will do the dirty work for you.
Nick: Well those Halos look enormous now, but it's amazing how much smaller they'll become once a few more superstars are in there. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide... well unless you count the tunnel that Ian English uniquely exploited last year, but even then it wasn't a sanctuary for long!
Having temporarily disappeared, the timer pops up once more to reveal just thirty seconds remaining before fading away once more while the fans seem to be trying to outdo themselves with sporadic Rage and Mortimer chants. The vocal support doesn't really register with the respective superstars however as their current environment leaves them feeling rather disconnected from the crowd at present. In truth once inside, the two Halos feel rather disconnected from one another although the individuals on the opposing side were reasonably visible through the two layers of steel mesh. Realising that time is dwindling down, the fans raise the noise level up a notch as the digits of the timer now appear on the PRIME-A-Tron with the countdown dwindling into the final twelve seconds. Josh Roberts and Thomas Giles get into position to unseal the doors to Halo 1 as the crowd echo the count down.
Nick: This is it Richard, we're about to get our third entrant any moment now, which is just as well because Emilio Rage is raring to go! This unforgiving marathon or brutality is about to begin!
Rage hops down from his perch on the buckles, but doesn't have to wait much longer for his first opponent as the inside of the Sapporo Dome suddenly falls under a blanket of darkness. The screeches and clanging chains that follow are enough to chill the spine as well as ignite the fans hatred as the first chords of "Paint It Black" strike out. The PRIME-A-Tron now proceeds to play the well recognised scenes of suffering and destruction in the usual fuzzy, dark and erratic fashion before finally the words "Thy souls will be released" appear in the center. The lights slowly rise and sure enough, Vampir Nosferatu is present inside the halo... dead center of the ring.
Nick: Oh my God! Vampir Nosferatu is entrant number two!
Richard: (rubbing his hands together) Could you have wished for a better pairing? Finally after all these weeks of cowardly attacks and intimidation, Emilio Rage will have to face Vampir in the ring! Rage is going to wish he'd never crossed the...
Vampir wipes his jet black hair back exposing the whites of his eyes, which glow red with venom. He starts to hiss, but is forced to bite his tongue as Rage rushes in and strikes the former OSW bloodsucker. Nosferatu stumbles, then turns and walks into a volley of rights and lefts from the Alias Champion while the arena is still bathed in Vampir's rather unnerving entrance lighting.
Nick: Look at this! Emilio Rage is taking the fight straight to Nosferatu and the Dark Age leader doesn't know what's hit him!
Caught offguard, Bernie Roberts yells to his fellow officials to seal the halo doors as Rage continues to unload on Nosferatu as the fans roar for each landed punch. It seems that the Alias Champion has clocked up about twenty shots on Nosferatu before the former OSW'er drops to one knee, but Rage continues his offense, unrelenting as his fist continues to crack against Vampir's skull mask. With his opponent seemingly vulnerable, Rage heads to the ropes to build momentum for a final flooring strike, but over-estimates the damage done to Vampir as the dark lord rises up and nearly decapitates the Nicaraguan with a stiff clothesline.
Richard: Wham! Rage just walked right into that one! Now it's Vampirs turn to dish out the punishment!
The cheers turn to jeers as Vampir clasps Rage by the nect and tries to choke the Alias Champion while he remains grounded. As Rage gasps for air, Mortimer watches on from Halo 2 where he stands unable to intervene as Nosferatu eventually relinquishes the stranglehold. The referee gives Vampir a disapproving glance, but it matters little under the match circumstances as Nosferatu moves from one illegal move to another by clawing at Rage's face. Contorted in pain, the PRIMEal Rage Champion's face begins to turn a shade of red until Vampir draws his hands away... if only to give his victim a big time sidewalk slam. With the move executed to painful perfection, Nosferatu rises to his feet and locks eyes with Mortimer across in the opposing Halo.
Nick: Ozric Mortimer is having to witness this early dismemberment of Emilio Rage helplessly from the other Halo. What he wouldn't give to be in there with Vampir Nosferatu right now!
Richard: Are you kidding, Ozric's probably thanking his lucky stars right now that he can cross Nosferatu off the list of possible entrants, because the next superstar out is heading for his Halo.
Ever the one to play mindgames, Vampir draws his hand across his throat to symbolise the intended immediate fate facing Rage. Struggling to remain composed Mortimer is forced to look away, kicking the bottom rope in frustration as Nosferatu stomps on the other Enlightenment member, then slowly drags Rage back to a vertical base to do further damage. Winding back, Nosferatu launches a left hand forward, but fails to hit anything other than thin air as Rage sidesteps and then sends Vampir into the ropes. Nosferatu rebounds and raises a big boot, but for the second time in quick succession Rage slips out of harms way and this time uses his aggressor's momentum to drop the soul harvester with a full nelson slam. As Nosferatu's sizable frame bounces off of the canvas, bring the Japanese crowd straight back into frame.
Nick: What a slam by Rage... and look at this, he's calling for the ROAR!
Richard: What the!? He can't put away a big hitter like Vampir this soon!
Vocally urging Nosferatu to get back to his feet, Rage leaps into the air and tries to hook his foe for the jumping DDT finisher only for Vampir to pull away at the crucial moment. Having lost their footing from the failed move, both superstars stumble against the opposing ropes and take a moment to evaluate the opening exchanges in their conflict creating the first pause in proceedings since Nosferatu entered the Halo. Rage had no way of knowing what Vampirs thoughts were, but this early smash mouth encounter wasn't exactly the way he had planned to begin the match. He knew that he couldn't continue wrestling at this pace for much longer if he harboured any realisitc ambitions of lasting to the latter stages.
Nick: After an explosive start it seems Emilio Rage and Vampir Nosferatu have reached some form of temporary stand-off, but there's no let up in the timer and we're only a few seconds away from our next entrant!
Richard: Five seconds to be precise.
Turning their attention from the previously absorbing encounter in Halo 1, the fans crane their necks towards the entrance area as the count down hits zero for the second time. A moment of silent anticipation soon subsides as Megadeth's "Blood of Heroes" breaks the mood and the glass entrance doors part to reveal the lumbering frame of Big Poppa. Following his display of betrayal earlier in the night, the crowd greet the AW Grand Slam Champion with the appropriate contempt as he heads down the aisle, skipping the usual flexing and hand slapping.
Richard: It's Big Poppa! You talk about individuals who will make an impact in this match, well look no further than this powerful bull of a superstar!
Nick: I'm sure winning the Dual Halo would rank highly on Big Poppa's lengthy accomplishment list... probably just before betraying and attacking your best friend LIVE on PPV!
Richard: Oh please, who could really like a goofball like Nova? Big Poppa had to let him down somehow and he just chose to do it with merciless force... something that I'm positive he's now about to treat Ozric Mortimer to.
Passing through the archway of the entrance to Halo 2, Big Poppa dives straight into the ring... and into the firing line of the waiting Mortimer who drills the big man with a hard right hand. A second blow knocks the orange tinted shades clean off of Poppa's face as the former AW star struggles to find his bearings before driving a hard knee into the clown's abdomen. It certainly knocks the wind out of Mortimer's sails, allowing Big Poppa to muscle the Enlightenment member into the nearby corner for some gratuitous mudhole stomping to ensue. Thrusting his boot against Mortimers throat, Poppa applies the pressure, holding the top rope for leverage while in the background, Rage and Nosferatu can be seen locking up after their brief respite.
Richard: How's that for strategy on Big Poppa's part. Nothing clever, nothing fancy, just some good old fashioned brawling to wear down his opponent.
Nick: That form of chokehold is as legal as an armbar in this match and it seems that like Vampir, Big Poppa is only too happy to utilise it. Although I despise seeing it, you can't really blame either competitor for taking advantage of the no disqualifications rule as we approach the five minute mark in this match.
Richard: Five minutes have gone already? Just think, the doors to that connecting tunnel will open at the ten minute mark and if I were Emilio Rage, I'd bolt for the other Halo... of course if I were Emilio Rage, I won't be caught dead wearing a stupid red bandana to the ring either!
The bandanna-clad head of the Alias Champion rattles against the turnbuckle and Vampir tries to rearrange his opponents facial features. Dazed from the skull-to-buckle collision, Rage staggers backwards for a moment before Nosferatu draws him close for a two handed chokeslam. Having hoisted Rage manages to squirm free and almost slides down the back of the soul-stalker before taking him down with an inside cradle. Despite this being only the first pinning attempt seen in the match thus far, Bernie Roberts is typically slow to react, almost falling over himself before dropping to the mat to count.
Nick: Wait Rage countered with an inside cradle!
The officials hand strikes the mat twice before Nosferatu uses his vast upperbody strength to propel Rage off within a slightly less than comfortable time frame. In other words, Vampir kicked out at two.
Nick: Oh! Emilio Rage was just a count away from eliminating one of the favorites within the opening six minutes of the match!
Rising to his feet in a cryptic fashion, Vampir's eyes glow a menacing red suggesting that the dark lord was none too pleased with the reversal of fortunes that almost saw him succumb to a very early pinfall. With a red mist clouding his judegment, Nosferatu lunges aimlessly at Rage and recieves a karate punch for his troubles, which puts the former OSW'er on the backfoot. Lining his symbol-carving target up, Rage launches a roundhouse kick but misses as Vampir raises a left arm to block and in turn catches the right leg of his attacker. To make matters worse for the Alias Champion, Vampir uses Rage's captured limb to haul the Enlightenment member off of his feet before moving a few steps forward and dropping his victim across the knee for a heavy running backbreaker.
Richard: Rage just felt the effect of the Cuban Uprising!
Nick: Dear Lord! Emilio Rage was almost snapped in two following that vicious backbreaker! And speaking of being snapped in half...
Refering to the action in Halo 2, the camera switches to show Big Poppa now the subject of abuse in the corner as Mortimer lifts him onto the top top buckle before delivering a mat reverberating middle rope suplex on the former AW legend. As Mortimer climbs to his feet, he takes a possibly illadvised moment to try and gage what is transpiring in Halo 1, but instead finds his attention drawn to the PRIME-A-Tron screen as the six minute mark officially dawns. Although Rage and Nosferatu are unaware of the significance, the fans clammer forward once again to see who the next entrant will be.
"New Era Style... Jon Otta, take it to the Matthews bridge... are you ready? MY G...G...GENERATION!"
Limp Bizkits anthem starts to pound out of the sound system, prompting a barrage of blue and silver fireworks hit the entrance area like a bomb. With the obelisks partially hidden in smoke, Shane Wethers emerges in his standard baggy jeans and sk8ter-esque attire, bouncing around the at the top of the aisle. Leaning over, he peels off his t-shirt and hurls it into the crowd before making a headstrong dash towards the Dual Halo.
Nick: Talk about this for showing no fear! Shane Wethers is the fifth entry in this match and he's not wasting any time about getting involved in this action!
Richard: Fine, let Wethers waste his energy running to the Dual Halo. You say no fear... I say no intelligence!
Wethers bursts into Halo 1 and dives straight into the ring, almost skidding across the length of the mat in his baggy cargo pants. The Eternal Punk springs to his feet and starts unleashing a good dose of "fists of fury" hitting anything that moves... i.e. Rage and Vampir. Having caught both opponents on the back foot, Wethers backs Vampir into the corner and then irish whips the Rage into the opposing corner... following him in with a avalanche body splash (think Stinger splash). Having sandwiched the Alias Champion, Wethers rushes across to the other corner and throws his 285lb frame at the Dark Age leader in the same fashion, sandwiching him against the buckle. Almost bouncing off, Wethers stumbles towards the center of the ring before taking a moment display just how pumped up he is by grabbing the top rope and shaking it vigorously.
Nick: Avalanche on Emilio! Avalanche on Vampir! Shane Wethers is on FIRE!
Following the Ultimate (yet sadly insane and republican) Warrior style rope shaking, Wethers switches back to Nosferatu who is on the verge of recovery... and puts a stop to it with forward two footed dropkick to the chest. With the momentum still surging, the founder of Wethermania turns to Rage, but finds the Enlightenment member bearing down on him. Before Wethers can react, Rage snatches him in mid thought, dropping his blue streaked head on the deck with a powerslam.
Richard: I'd say the "fire" just got extinguished in a hurry... infact, I think you might have mistaken fire for hot air.
Nick: Well you'd be an expert on hot air Richard, but from hot air to airborne... Ozric Mortimer is gonna fly!
The hardcore clown is shown on the top turnbuckle in Halo 2, waiting for the previously grounded Big Poppa to get back to his feet and inadvertantly position himself to Ozric's liking. Mortimer launches himself through the air and nails Big Poppa in the chest with a one legged missile dropkick, sending Nova's ex-buddy crashing down. Picking himself up and dusting himself off, Mortimer signals to the Japanese fans that Paroxysm is coming, who respond with a typical ripple of applause. Hauling Big Poppa back to his feet, Mortimer tries to place his opponents head between his legs for his modified brainbuster finisher, but BP has other plans which certainly don't involve having his head driven into the canvas. The former AW'er rears up and literally backbody drops Mortimer straight over the ropes and onto the hard mat level steel flooring on the other side.
Richard: Finisher DENIED! That steel grating looks about as forgiving as my ex-wife! You know, the second one...
Nick: Half the area outside the ring is mat level steel flooring, the other the normal padded ringside floor... I don't know which is worse to fall on!
Richard: It could have been worse. He could have landed on the solid steps that lead up from the floor to the mat level steel flooring.
While Mortimer holds his lower back in pain, Emilio Rage hoists Wethers on to his shoulders in Halo 1 for a DVD. The Eternal Punk however is understandably reluctant and manages to squirm free by... well... squirming. Now behind Rage, Wethers pulls him back by the back of his bandana and executes a neckbreaker while the crowd can be heard counting down from eight in Japanese.
Nick: I think our sixth entrant is imminent! Lets see who's behind door number one!
Richard: Oh very "gameshow" Nick, although in Japan they'd probably make the contestant put broken shards of glass in their pants, then roll them down a steep hill into a vat of sulphuric acid while sumo wrestlers hit them with paddleboards.
Nick: Um...
The inside of the Dome suddenly plunges into darkness and the opening riff of Black Sabbath's Heaven and Hell roars through the black. All eyes turn to the entrance tunnel as a blinding white spotlight falls there and the fans expect to see the now former Universal Champion appear in the halo of white at any moment. After several moments however, it seems that Black Angel isn't coming out. The lights rise again, the fans boo somewhat and one well-informed member of the Japanese public hoists a sign reading "Where's Blacko?" with a crudely cut photo of Black Angel super-imposed on the upper body of Waldo.
Nick: It seems Black Angel is now up... but there seems to be some sort of delay...
Richard: Delay nothing Nick, he's already lost the Universal Title tonight so why make a bad night worse by getting knocked around the Dual Halo? Like Vampir said, he's a coward.
Nick: Hold your horses there bucko, I'm getting word through my headset that some sort of incident has occurred backstage!
Richard: Did you just call me Bucko?
Leaving mammoth Dual Halo structure for a moment, the camera switches to a rather chaotic scene backstage. Several officials are shown surrounding the fallen body of Black Angel draped across the remains of a catering table, some of his blood smeared across the wall in a ritualistic marking. Lets be honest, the whole thing wreaks of the Dark Age. Clearly with some sort of decision to make, co-owner Hin See steps into view and prods the former Deus Oraculum member with his walking cane.
Hin See: What on earth happened back here... why is my former Universal Champion lying in a bloody heap?
The Asian Cowboy doesn't get any satisfactory answers from the personnel present... mainly because they are as much in the dark about the whole situation as he is. Dragging a weary hand across his face, Hin See reluctantly accepts the fact that Blacko... errr... Black Angel is in no condition to compete anytime soon. He turns to the left to speak to an individual currently out of shot... well, except for the brim of his Fedora hat.
Hin See: Alright... I see you've got your gear on... fine, you're in... just don't screw up!
The camera pans back to show "Two Face" Finito courteously half-bowing his head to the Asian Cowboy, before making his exit as he heads for the main arena. I know what you're thinking... who the fuck is Finito? Finito was a little used character who appeared in the early dawn of PRIME and tried gave evidence in the high profile court battle between former $oldout Wrestling owners Victor Blood and Sebastian Starr. The only problem was that Finito's evidence consisted of a few grainy tapes of Starr's whore of an ex-wife in intercourse with various partners. Since that ill informed move, Finito was never seen in PRIME until tonight although many have rumored that the English Luchadore for a long time was "played" by Finito in a Union Jack mask. The importance of his presence tonight? Probably minimal at best, but don't let it play on your mind as we head back to the main arena to rejoin the action at ring... um... Haloside.
Nick: For the love of God, Black Angel has been absolutely decimated backstage and there are no prizes for guessing by whom!
Richard: Well you can't blame it on Vampir Nosferatu, he's out here right in front of us in Halo 1...
Nick: He might be, but Dani Furher and First Blood aren't and that scene we just saw bore all the hallmarks of a Dark Age attack.
Richard:: Why don't you go and call the authorities, while I focus on what matters right now... the Dual Halo match and "Two Face"! I didn't even know Finito was here tonight... do you think he was scheduled as a mystery entrant?
Despite being about a minute late, the arena lights dim out leaving the crowd in a near pitch-black arena. Slowly the sound of a siren begins to whale around the arena and the titron lights up, displaying a red electronic clock counting down from 5 to 0. 0 appears and the crowd begin to show their respect for Finito: constant boos, throwing of objects towards the curtain. With Cereal Killer by Methodman and Redman playing in the background, Finito heads down the aisle in his mixed trousers, (the left side black, the right side white) tight black T-shirt, and his black fedora hat. Grinning, Finito walks down the ramp, cursing at the crowd. As he removes his Fedora hat to fully reveal his face which is painted blue on the left side... kinda like the guy in Batman without the deformities.
Nick: I don't think half these fans even know who Finito is, but that hasn't stopped him from trying to out-cuss them. Well I guess the mystery entrants are somewhat of an X-Factor in this contest, so lets see what Finito can bring to the table.
Finto takes a deep breath as the officials open the doors to Halo 2 while in the background someone holds a "My Name Is STU!" sign behind the mafia-blooded wrestler before he steps into the structure. Upon entering, Finito looks to see where his immediate opponents are, but he's in luck as both are currently fighting on the steel mat level flooring across the Halo. Big Poppa seems to be in command as he rakes Mortimer's face across the chainlink paneling that makes up the sides of the Halo, before slamming his skull against the same surface. The sight of a second face-painted opponent in the ring however takes BP's eye off of the ball, allowing the delusional Mortimer to jam his elbow into Poppa's breadbasket. With a handful of tights, Ozric throws Big Poppa forward causing him to hit the ropes and come cannoning back... straight into the steel Halo side.
Nick: That's another key to survival right there Richard! These competitors need to adapt to this environment and use it to their advantage... improvisation is the name of the game and Ozric Mortimer just gave Big Poppa a quick sample of that.
Richard: Speaking of using this environment to your advantage... take a look at what's happening in Halo 1!
The action in Halo 1 appears to have taken a twist of the vertical variety as Shane Wethers is now standing on the upper level of the structure with Vampir in pursuit. I say pursuit, but there might be an element of the Eternal Punk baiting the former OSW menace as Nosferatu into following him. With the baiting done however, the reeling in certainly doesn't come as easy for Wether as he attempts a good'ol Stone Cold Stunner. The problem comes when Vampir takes the kick, but shoves his baggy pants wearing assailant away... smack into the perspex tunnel door. As Wethers head slides down the door leaving a trailing sweat mark, the view switches to the in-tunnel CCTV style camera which replays the counter from a different angle while in real-time, Vampir puts the boot in to his now slouched opponent.
Richard: Isn't it wonderful what technology can give us? I could watch Wethers face hitting that door over and over... this from the country who gave us the benefit of toilet cam.
Nick: I wouldn't know... but I do however know that we're due for the arrival of another superstar!
Counting along to numbers on a giant video screen just doesn't get dull in PRIME and the fans continue the countdown routine as we prepare for another entrant destined for Halo 1. Guitars roar as "Doom" by Tweaker hits and the entrance set turns white a the solitary figure visible waiting for the entrance tunnel doors to open. With a Star Trek-like "phsssst!" the doors part and Brandon Youngblood emerges infront of the Sapporo Dome crowd with his water bottle in hand. The white light changes to twin spotlights as Youngblood takes a swig from his bottle, then blasts the mouthful of water into the air as Melissa Garvin appears behind her man.
Nick: Brandon Youngblood has been hailed as many different things, but he could fast-track his career tonight if he can somehow pull out a win here.
Richard: I'll tell you what you're looking at right now Nick... legend-in-waiting. Brandon Youngblood is proclaimed "The Greatest Wrestler Alive, Today" for a reason and to top things off, it looks like the lovely Melissa is going to follow her mans progress from Haloside.
Nick: Actually I think you need to put "self" in front of proclaimed there Richard, but this a competitor who made former 5-Star Champion Joshua Taro Freedom tap out on his debut. As for Melissa Garvin, well from what I understand managers and valets are allowed to be present while their respective "clients" compete, which unfortunately means we may have to endure Senior Morales when the first half of Los Diablos become involved.
Unlike Wethers before him, Youngblood doesn't show any real sense of urgency as he makes his way to the Dual Halo in his own time, embracing Melissa and exchanging a passionate pre-match kiss before entering the structure. As for Wethers, the Eternal Punk is still getting knocked around the upper level of Halo 1 by Vampir, however with Youngblood's arrival signaling the ten minute mark... the doors to the adjoining tunnel have slid open.
Nick: Just like last year, those tunnel doors have opened bang on the ten minute mark of this match. Remember folks, they'll only remain open for a sixty second time frame.
Richard: Well last year I think the first time the tunnel doors opened, no one crossed the divide between the two Halos, but it appears that this year it's going to be used at the first opportunity.
Sustaining a vice-like grip around Wethers throat, Nosferatu slams the back of the former EW star's head against in inside of the tunnel before discarding him with a throw further into the passageway. Trying to create some distance between them, Wethers drags himself deeper into the tunnel towards the opening to Halo 2 while Vampir takes up his favored role of stalking his prey. Unbeknownst to Vampir however, Emilio Rage is waiting in the wings and jumps the Dark Age leader from behind, bundling him into the tunnel as well. Watching on as the Alias Champion trades blows with Vampir, Youngblood simply bides his time as he stands alone in the ring. Meanwhile in the three superstars Halo 2 show little interest of utilising the tunnel as Finito hauls Mortimer back into the ring, tenderising him as if he were meat with several punches to the lower body, followed by a couple of numbing uppercuts.
Nick: The action in Halo 2 is ongoing, but it's hard to take your eyes off what's going on in that connecting tunnel!
Through blurred vision, Wethers looks on as Vampir eventually overpowers Rage and literally batters the Enlightment member against the perspex wall a clubbing blow. In recent weeks Emilio Rage had fought Nosferatu's "lackies" (as the Nicaraguan prefered to think of them) but this was the first real showdown he'd had with the Dark Age leader himself and it wasn't exactly going to plan. The Alias Champion was powerful, but Vampir was something else... at times his strength almost seemed unworldly. Rage could even feel the soul stalkers breath on the back of his neck as Vampir hisses and then throws his foe against the tunnel one more with the intent of cracking his head open like a water melon.
Nick: Vampir is just throwing Emilio Rage from pillar to post in that passageway as if he were a rag doll!
Richard: Well unless one of them makes a move in the next fifteen seconds, those tunnel doors are going to seal again and that trio will be trapped inside for a further ten minutes! It'd be a bloodbath!
"Whirrrrrrr!"
Still slumped against the perspex side, Wethers attention gets drawn by a distinct "whirring" noise above his head. Craning his head upward, the Eternal Punk realises that the sound is emanating from the doors locking mechanism and deduces that the one minute of "access time" is almost at an end. Hauling himself to his feet, Wethers lines himself up for a superkick and tries to distinguish between the two potential targets. Arching his body back, Wethers slams a superkick that HBK himself would have been proud of and slams his right boot into the base of Nosferatu's neck, sending the bloodsucker backwards against the tunnel entrance frame.
Nick: That superkick was right on the button and Vampir didn't even see it coming!
Richard: I hate to ruin the moment Nick, but... eight... seven... six...
Adopting his best "Thunderbirds Are Go" voice, Richard continues his countdown as the moment of door closure nears. Despite the "every superstar for themselves inside the Halos" promotion mantra, the element of teamwork (although often in a very limited capacity) certainly wasn't a foreign one in last years match. With Vampir temporarily incapacitated, Wethers quickly checks on Rage's condition, warning the Nicaraguan National that their time to exit the tunnel was ebbing away. Adjusting his bandana, Rage quickly moves just out of the tunnel on Halo 1 side, but instead of clearing the area he cracks Vampir in the face with a couple of hard right hands before yelling to Wethers... "Hold him!" Joining Emilio's efforts, but just on the inside of the tunnel, Wethers presses his shoulder against Nosferatu's body in an attempt to pin his body carving foe against the door frame.
Richard: Two... one... time's up!
As the minute elapses, the doors start their closing sequence, sliding horizontally to seal off the two tunnel entrance points until the next ten minute interval. There is just one proverbial fly in the ointment however, an obstruction in that path of the doorway on the Halo 1 side... namely Vampir Nosferatu.
"Pssssssshhhht-CRUNCH!"
While one door closes as designed, the other slams straight into Vampir and crushes his body against the doorframe as it continues to attempt to close. Shrieking in a combination of pain and blind anger, Vampir clasps the door with his hands, trying to force it away his body while Rage and Wethers are determined to make sure the Dark Age leader remains trapped.
Nick: OH MY GOD! Vampir Nosferatu is compacted between that door and the tunnel entrance frame... and the door is still trying to shut! HE'S GOING TO BE SLICED IN HALF!
Richard: Argh! Doesn't it have a manual override or something!?
A loud grinding noise fills the tunnel as the door mechanism starts to strain and Vampir continues to contort in pain. Rage and Wethers step back their job done and although to some this would be classed as overstepping the mark, Vampir Nosferatu deserved no better. He who is without mercy, shalt be shown none. Black (or at least a very dark shade of red) blood begins to trickle from the lefthand corner of Nosferatu's mouth, a probable sign of internal bleeding as the officials (like everyone else) look helplessly. Could this be the end of the companies number one scourge?
Not yet.
"Bang!" The mechanism blows, unable to fill its demands and sending a sparks flying as the door loses power. Finally the pressure is off of Vampir, but can barely push the door away before collapsing into the tunnel, clutching his sternum.
Nick: Good Lord, I... I think the door shorted out!
Richard: Your ability to state the obvious really is essential at times like these Nick. Of course the door mechanism shorted out, what do you expect? They weren't designed to simulate trash compactors.
Nick: Well here's another obvious observation for you, Vampir Nosferatu is certainly in a bad way following that ordeal but if either Rage or Wethers want to take advantage, they'll have to get that sadistic bastards carcass back into the confines of the squared circle and finish the job.
There you have one of the catches of the Dual Halo match. It's one thing to beat your opponent black and blue around the Halo structure, but the bottom line is eliminations can only occur in one of the two rings. Lets be honest, at Bernie Roberts age you couldn't expect the experienced senior official to attempt running about the whole of the Halo trying to count every pinfall or witness every submission. Roberts realm is Halo 1, but across in Halo 2 we focus on a rather keen observer who has both eyes locked on what just transpired in the connecting tunnel. Unfortunately for Ozric Mortimer he's just made one of wrestling's cardinel sins... taking your eyes off of your opponent(s). Having previously been occupied with Finito, Big Poppa strikes Mortimer across the back and turns the unsuspecting clown around to face him. A knee to the gut and a double underhook inverted piledriver later, Big Poppa makes the lateral press on the Enlightenment member.
Nick: Poppadriver! Big Poppa caught Ozric by surprise and this could be the first elimination of the night!
Wesley James dives into position with Finito slumped against the ropes on the farside with no interest in breaking up the pinfall. Avoiding elimination, Mortimer thrusts his left shoulder off of the mat at two. Keen for the clown to remain on the deck however, Big Poppa presses Mortimer's face against the mat with the palm of his left hand while pounding on the face with his right. Now that the Poppa's pinning attempt has failed however, Finito has no qualms about getting involved and stomps on the former AW star as the crowd go into their count down routine once more for the next entrant.
Richard: Damn, I thought Big Poppa had him there!
Nick: Ozric got his shoulder up with just about half a count to spare, but that trio in Halo 2 are about to have some company because the next superstar out is heading their way!
As soon as the drumbeat of the Foo Fighters "My Hero", the Japanese fans lay on the "RO-LO" chants as the PRIME Hall Of Famer makes his entrance. Emerging from the entranceway, Tony Rolo soaks up the appreciation from the crowd with many making bowing motions as the iconic two time Global Champion marches down the aisle towards his destiny in the Dual Halo.
Nick: It's "The Specialist" Tony Rolo! Listen to the noise being generated by these fans! Superstars don't get much bigger than Tony Rolo and these fans in Hokkaido are more than familiar with the former IcWa, EW and $W legend!
Richard: Oh please, Tony Rolo can't even keep his wife and kid... what makes you think he's going to be able to win tonight?
Nick: He's got as good a chance as anyone out here of winning the Dual Halo match, lest you forget how close he came to winning it all last year in Memphis.
Richard: I didn't forget anything. Last year Ian English blasted Rolo with a Tea Mist, then caught him with an inside cradle to win the match. The fans in Japan would have appreciated the similarties between the limey and the great Kendo Nagasaki. If Rolo makes it to the final two again this year Nick, I'll give you my car!
After stepping through the entrance to Halo 2, Rolo dives straight into the ring and takes a second to line up a target. Sensing he's in total control, Finito positions Big Poppa for his Mafia Hit finishing move... only to find himself in the firing line of an onrushing Rolo. Like a dear caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck, Finito's eyes widen as he realises The Specialist is locked on and he has nowhere to go... WHAM!
Nick: SPEARBUSTER! Rolo just broke Finito in half with that spear-cum-high impact spinebuster!
The air leaves Finito's body as the back of his head crashes against the canvas. Once Rolo climbs ontop of his opponent and hooks the leg, it proves to be academic as Wesley James completes the first successful three count of the match.
Nick: There's the three! Finito's run in this match just came to an abrupt end and Rolo has racked up one elimination within fifteen seconds of entering the Halo!
Richard: I guess technically Black Angel was eliminated before the match had even begun... Finito took his place and now he's out as well!
Shane Wethers watches from the tunnel as Rolo climbs off of his fallen opponent only to be set upon by Finito's original target Big Poppa. Managing to squeeze his hand in between the door and the frame, the Eternal Punk manages to lever it open granting an open passage into Halo 2. So much for the timed door idea eh?
Nick: Look at that Richard, Wethers just pulled that door open... they must be deactivated and if so, that makes this a whole different ballgame as superstars will have access to the other Halo at their convenience!
Richard: There's nothing convenient about having to climb to the upper level and navigate your way through the tunnel to the other halo without butting heads with another competitor. It does however make the Halos seem less isolated from one another.
Setting foot on the grated floor of Halo 2's upper level, Wethers looks down as Big Poppa whips Shane's former EW colleague Rolo against the turnbuckles in the far corner. The force behind the throw causes Rolo to almost bounce back out, but Poppa makes a mistake by lowering his head too quickly, allowing Rolo to grab a handful of brown hair and throw the former AW'er shoulder first through the buckles, into the ringpost. Wethers still couldn't put his finger on Rolo's strange reaction when the pair met up for the first time in over a year a couple of weeks ago on ReVolution, but something about the Eternal Punk's face had struck a chord in The Specialist. Speaking of striking a chord, Vampir continues to groan although you sense the sensation of pain is lessening and soon the Dark Age leader would be back to his feet and return to being a formiddable force in the match. Rage knew this, but he doesn't advance on Vampir... he can feel the presence of someone behind him.
Richard: Now here's a meaningful face off Nick!
Rage pivots 180 degrees and comes eyeball to eyeball with Brandon Youngblood. The pair had somewhat of a verbal altercation on the prior edition of ReVolution, but in this setting it was time to let the fists do the talking. The Nicaraguan strikes first, hitting Youngblood with a couple of punches to the head, but the former tSC prodigy blocks the next punch and returns a hard left of his own. Reddening Rage's chest, Youngblood lashes the Alias Champion with at least six hard ambidextrous knife-edge chops, backing him against the chainlink interior wall of the Halo. The standard "Whoo" doesn't appear to have been lost in translation as the fans echo every connection, stopping when Youngblood takes Rage over with a snapmare and slaps on a reverse chinlock.
Richard: You see that Nick, the Alias Champion is getting schooled by Brandon Youngblood! Nick?
Nick: I think school could be out, because Vampir Nosferatu is somehow back on his feet and with a murderous glint in his eyes!
Loosening his hold on Rage, Youngblood rears up as body of Wethers comes rolling limply out of the tunnel, a wound opened up on his forehead and inflicted by Nosferatu. Seeing Youngblood in possession of his favored victim, Vampir outstretches his right arm and makes a what can be interpretted as a "bring him to me" hand gesture. Whatever the exact meaning, it's clear the Dark Age leader has marked Emilio Rage as his.
Richard: It's time for Emilio Rage to pay the piper Nick and I sense Vampir has revenge in mind after that stunt Rage pulled with the tunnel door!
Nick: I'll admit this looks pretty bad for... wait, what's Youngblood doing.
Sporting new white ring attire, Youngblood rises to his feet, but instead of yielding Rage to Vampir he opts to go nose to nose with the former OSW bloodsucker. Flashing a confident, yet menacing smile, Vampir seems to be giving Youngblood a rare chance to back down. Perhaps Nosferatu is merely looking to conserve his energy for, but regardless Youngblood doesn't budge.
Richard: Has he got a deathwish!? He should be standing down!
Nick: I don't think Brandon Youngblood appreciates being told by Vampir who he can and cannot face!
Away from this tension in Halo 2, Tony Rolo is in the process of stomping the proverbial mudhole in Big Poppa, while Mortimer takes the opportunity to recover. Having entered the match second, he knew opporunities for rest like this might be rare once more superstars entered the fray. On the subject of opportunities, the opportunity for mercy in Halo 1 passes and with frightening speed, Vampir clasps his hand around Youngblood's throat. Youngblood clutches at his aggressors arms, trying to prise them away although with no success until Rage steps in as an unlikely savior. The bandana wearing Alias Champion gets in a couple of clean shots before he, like Youngblood, plays straight into the clutches of Nosferatu. With both superstars seemingly at his mercy, the Dark Age leader leads the two superstars towards the edge of the overhanging upper level.
Nick: Oh no! There's at least a ten foot drop from there to the ring below!
Richard: I think Vampir wants to see which of his victims will bounce the highest once he releases them!
If you're waiting to see a double chokeslam/throw spot then you're out of luck as Brandon Youngblood digs deep and shoves his thumb into Nosferatu's eye to delay what seems to be inevitable. Inevitable until a groggy Wethers smacks into the back of Vampir with a last ditch chopblock, finally giving Rage and Youngblood a means to escape. With Vampir currently down to one knee, the three surrounding superstars seem to form some sort of temporary pact and set upon the dark lord to the delight of the fans.
Nick: It looks like Rage, Youngblood and Wethers have put aside any differences they might have with one another to pool their efforts together and neutralise Vampir Nosferatu!
Richard: In other words they're all ganging up on one individual, just because he's "different"...
Nick: I don't think "different" quite covers it, but we do appear to have an alliance of sorts on our hands, however how long it lasts is anyone's guess!
The unlikely threesome work Vampir over with several clubbing blows in a scene that ressembles a moment in From Dusk Till Dawn, where the fat vampire trucker with greasy black hair gets beaten before the black guy pulls out his heart and sticks a pencil through it. There's no heart ripping action here, but after beating Nosferatu into a state of surely temporary vulnerability Rage, Wethers and Youngblood seem to have a plan. With Wethers calling traffic and helping position the Dark Age'er, they hook both of Vampir's arms in a position that suggests a double suplex... however positioned on the edge of the overhang. With Youngblood under the left arm and Rage under the right, they lean back and hoist Vampir into the air for a brief moment, before Wethers assists in triple suplex/dropping the scourge of humanity to a bonebreaking landing several feet below.
"CRASH!"
Including the added height given by Rage/Youngblood dropping him from a stalled suplex position, Nosferatu plummets from the upper level and smashes straight through the mat level steel floor paneling below. Just inches from the ropes, the former OSW soul stalker now rests almost hidden from view in a crater of twisted and buckled steel.
Nick: OH MY GOD! GOOD LORD IN HEAVEN! Vampir Noseratu was just dropped from the upper floor of Halo 1 and went straight through that flooring like a knife through butter!
Richard: Argh! That was 325 pounds falling from around forteen feet and you can see the result!
Adopting one of wrestling's Americanisms, the fans lead good natured "Holy Shit" chant, although it sounds more like "Holy Sheeeet!" Nevertheless through all the noise and excitement, many of those in attendance haven't noticed the countdown on the screen signalling the cue for the next entrant. As Youngblood, Rage and Wethers look down at their handywork, the PRIME-A-Tron screen switches to a field of stars and 'Heaven's A Lie' by Lacuna Coil starts to play over the PA system.
'THE REVOLUTION! THE REVOLUTION! WILL BE! TELEVISED! TELEVISED! TELEVISED!'
The guitars kick in hard and blue pyrotechnics shoot off the entrance ramp as Nova appears through the resulting smoke, his back bandaged from the earlier assault as he makes his way to Halo 1.
Nick: Is it that time again already!? I'm sorry folks but after seeing the hellacious fall Vampir Nosferatu just took, I've lost my bearings out here!
Almost on cue with Nick's concerns, we get a split screen replay of the aforementioned incident. The footage rolls from a couple of other camera angles, each looking worse than the one that proceeded it, while in realtime Nova enters Halo 1 and makes a beeline straight to the ladder.
Nick: Although deep down I don't think Vampir deserves my concern, he needs some medical treatment urgently.
Richard: What have I told you before Nick? You can only kill a vampire in a couple of very precise ways... this is the equivalent a flesh wound, albeit a rather severe one.
Nick: A flesh wound!? A FLESH WOUND!? He just fell from the... wait, where's Nova going?
Scaling the ladder, Nova pulls himself up onto the upperlevel and completely bypasses the other competitors. With a look of determination etched on his face, Nova bursts into a sprint midway through the tunnel until he reaches the summit and hurls himself from the upper level... and onto the unsuspecting Big Poppa below. Sailing through the air, Nova wipes out his former friend with a crossbody press and starts laying into him with blows to the head as soon as the pair hit the mat.
Nick: What a suicidal leap by Nova! He just thew himself from the upper level at Big Poppa and now he's beating the hell out of him!
Richard: Considering the state Nova's in following his match earlier tonight, you'd think he'd want to conserve his energy rather than put his body on the line the second he entered the match.
Nick: He's running high on emotion Richard, I think even a match of this magnitude might have to take a back seat to his craving for retribution against Big Poppa.
Richard: Well he better hope Razor Blade isn't next superstar in that Halo, otherwise we're going to see a repeat of earlier.
Big Poppa tries to turn his foe over as the two former AW legends brawl on the mat, both struggling to get away any clean shots in the mele. Stepping over the grudge-ridden pair, Tony Rolo builds up enough steam to launch at Ozric Mortimer with a spear, but unlike Finito, Mortimer manages to telegraph the move. Sidestepping with a matador-like "ole!" Mortimer sends The Specialist through to the ropes and awaits his return, but Rolo rebounds and lands his much-loved spinning 360 forearm. Meanwhile returning to Halo 1, Emilio Rage climbs down the ladder and stands around the sunken section of flooring where Vampir's body lies motionlessly. As you'd expect, Rage exercises caution as he circles the "hole" half expecting Nosferatu to rear up as if he were Michael Myers (no, not the fat one from Waynes World), Jason or some other unstoppable murderous fiend. Vampir doesn't rear up, Youngblood does make his move and grabs Rage from behind, throwing him against the mesh. Their temporary alliance seems to have evaporated as Youngblood climbs back into the squared circle and beckons the Alias Champion in.
Nick: It looks like Brandon Youngblood wants a showdown in the middle of the ring, mono on mono... and I think Rage is game! Hold for hold he... Richard?
Richard: Don't mind me, I just want to grab some more salad and pork balls... carry on.
Removing his headset, Richard turns his attention to the buffet table behind the announce desk, laid on by management. The idea however was that Parker was supposed to eat before the matches, not during them after the fiasco with pizza ordering last year. While the commentator loads up his plate, Rage pulls himself away from the chainlink side of the Halo and accepts the invitation to join Youngblood in the ring where he and the former tSC'er begin to circle one another. The ever respectful fans watch in silence... except for a slight pop when those watching the action in Halo 2 applaud Ozric Mortimer as he counters a Rude & Crude drop with a belly to back suplex. Also in case you're wondering, Shane Wethers is still perched on the upper level and is currently tending the wound to his head.
Nick: Brandon Youngblood and Emilio Rage are sizing each other up, but for everything Rage has got in his locker, I suspect he's stepping more into Youngblood's realm now.
Collar and elbow tie-up in Halo 1 as Rage and Youngblood jostle for leverage. "The Only Diamond In The Sport" spins behind Rage and pulls his feet from under him, trying to apply a front facelock while the Nicaraguan is down. Managing to pull away in time, Rage grabs Youngblood and hauls him over with a side headlock, followed by a brief headscissors until the former tSC'er kicks out and the pair rise for the typical indy st
