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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 stand-off. The fans eat it up as Youngblood smiles, acknowledging Rage's successful takedown as they motion to lock up once more. For the second time Youngblood gains the first advantage with a waistlock, which he uses to successfully take the Alias champion down to the mat with. The pair struggle on the deck for a few moments, before Youngblood snapmeres Rage down again. Growing slightly more frustrated, Rage bangs the canvas with his hand and gets up to face the goading from his confident opponent ahead of a potential third exchange.
Nick: Youngblood has the upperhand here, but it doesn't look like Emilio Ra...
Putting his plateful of food on the desk, Richard resumes his annoucing duties... albeit with a mouthful of noodles and cashew nuts.
Richard: (with mouthful) Did I miss anything important?
Nick doesn't reply as Rage ties up with Youngblood for a third time. On this occasion however, he spins behind Youngblood first and hoists his opponent into the air, then brings him down again with a full nelson slam.
Nick: Well that was a takedown on Rage's part, although I don't think it was exactly what Youngblood was expecting!
Now the goading is being commited by Rage as Youngblood pulls himself up, holding the back of his head. The Alias champion now signals for a forth turn, but as Youngblood moves in he catches Rage in the breadbasket with a rather unsporting knee lift. With his opponent now doubled over, the former tSC superstar russian legsweeps Rage and then hits the ropes to deliver a kneedrop ala Harley Race. Calling Bernie Roberts over, Youngblood makes the cover only to score a two count before Rage kicks out firmly. Echoing the two, the crowd then follow with a five, then a four, then a three and you guessed it... a two and finally a one as the timer indicateds another imminent arrival.
Nick: Youngblood with a near fall, but Emilio Rage isn't going to bow out of this match that easily. He's still live in this match and it looks like we're about to add our tenth competitor to the action!
Richard: What? Hey Nick, you've gotta try these spring rolls...
"HARDCORE ISOSCELES TRAP-EZOID EZOID EZOID EZOID EZOID EZOOOOOOOOIIIIDD!"
The unmistakeable "I'm Gonna Kick Yo' Ass" hits the speakers, surprisingly this song isn't available on any PRIME soundtrack CD, but here in Hokkaido The Hardcore Isosceles Trapezoid's self-produced theme generates a strong pop amongst the fans. Although his epic rematch against Karina Wolfenden only an hour or so earlier would have won him several new admirers, The HIT forged his reputation in this part of the world long through some of his legendary deathmatches well before joining PRIME. Indeed the crowd should warm to his usual (if rather unnerving) dance routine and several pro-Trapezoid signs are held aloft in anticipation of the extreme icon as The HIT finally emerges from the entrance tunnel... wrapped in barbed wire.
Nick: The HIT is getting a reception normally reserved for a returning hometown hero and t... Good grief, he's covered from head to toe in barbed wire!
Richard: Not only that, but he's brought a few toys with him!
If being encased in barbed wire wasn't enough, the former RPW star is carrying an array of weapons from the traditional steel chair under his right arm, to the more suitable kendo stick and a couple of others to boot. It's looks like Halo 2 is about to go hardcore.
Nick: Look at those various instruments of pain The HIT is introducing into this match, but with no DQ's they're all as legal as a headlock!
Despite the disapproving glances from the officials, they have little choice but to allow the HIT to enter Halo 2. Besides, they weren't exactly sold on the idea of removing the barbed wire with their bare hands. The former PCW star dumps his plethora of weapons on the ring apron, then climbs in where he immediately clashes with another former PCW star in Tony Rolo. Alright since Rolo was only in PCW for the duration of a week, the two had no knowledge or expreience of one another, but the statistic is still relevent... just. With only the head clear of wire, The Specialist strikes there first with a couple of lefts until The Hit raises his right arm to block and consequently tears the skin of Rolo. The sole Crudely Civilised member withdraws his arm to see a grouping of small lacerations, which turn crimson where the skin has broken. Before Rolo can think twice about his next move, Mortimer bundles into The Specialist from behind and knocks him straight into The HIT. Both superstars crash to the mat, with Rolo rolling off promptly, parts of his chest now shredded open like his arm. As you'd expect, this doesn't go down well with the volatile former Global championx2 and Rolo shows his appreciation with an RCD to the responsible clown. When he gets up from delivering the move however, The HIT is waiting with a dangerous DDT that sees Rolo's body extend, then fold like an accordian as he cranium gets planted into the canvas.
Nick: Rolo just hit that 3/4 neckbreaker he's christened the Rude & Crude Drop, but he walked straight into a paralysing DDT courtesy of The HIT!
Richard: Well if anyone knows about be paralysed in the squared circle, it's The HIT. If Nova and Big Poppa weren't too busy trying to kill each other, one of them might take advantage of this.
The two former AW'ers in question are currently enjoying a spot of uncompromising brawling on the outside of the ring (at normal floor level) as Big Poppa overpowers Nova and throws him shoulder first into the solitary steel ring steps... THUD! Since Nova's arrival in Halo 2, the pair haven't actually exchanged a hold or textbook move until this point as Poppa sizes his former friend up as he slumps on the steps, his weakened back sustaining some of the impact as well. Big Poppa rushes in with a rhino-like charge, but Supernova suckers his opponent in and then drop toeholds him facefirst into the steps... THUD! (again). Meanwhile back across the divide in Halo 1, Brandon Youngblood positions Rage for a snap suplex, but comes up short as the Alias champion uses his leg to block the move and then executes a stalling vertical suplex of his own. With Youngblood down, Rage quickly moves in to apply an ankle lock, but the former tSC'er rolls through and evades the hold for now, hitting the ropes. Rage rebounds off the other side and the pair collide with Rage attempting a clothesline and Youngblood a knee lift, the result being both men laid out on the mat, lying adjacent to one another.
Richard: I think Big Poppa has been busted open! Those steps are extremely unforgiving, just like my ex...
Nick: Yeah we know, just like your ex-wife! While in Halo 1, both Brandon Youngblood and Emilio Rage are down in a heap after running into each other. There's almost too much action to call... LOOK OUT!
The sight of Rage and Youngblood lying prone on the mat just proves to be too tempting for Shane Wethers as the Eternal Punk dives off of the top turnbuckle with a swanton bomb on BOTH opponents. If the move wasn't ambitious enough, Wethers turns over and lays across both superstars in a double cover.
Nick: Good Lord! Wethers just hit a Stage Dive from the upper reaches of the Halo and now he's trying to eliminate two competitors for the price of one!
The referee hits the deck to count and makes it to two before the combined might of Rage and Youngblood comfortably throw Wethers off to break the fall. While all three superstars take a moment to gather their breath, the camera switches to the "crater" in which Vampir Nosferatu still rests before focussing on the entrance set once again as we await our next arrival.
Nick: I make this the eleventh entrant and to be honest any spot after the initial ten I would consider a relatively good draw. However I must take a moment to stress that Vampir Nosferatu has still not moved since taking that hellacious fall from the upper level of the Halo.
Richard: I suppose a good comparison would be to imagine being throw from the top of a steel cage plus a couple of feet. Not to mention Vampir didn't hit the mat, he went straight through that raised ringside floor!
Accompanied by The Transplants fitting ''Romper Stomper'' remix, Aimz makes her way out garnering a great response from the fans, especially those who saw her in action during one of fWo's many Japanese tours, which incidently acted as an inspiration for Hin See and his son Taun Pham to travel across to America and plough their capital into an upcoming promotion. Back to the subject at hand, the Red Raver bounds down the aisle and makes her way towards Halo 1.
Nick: Here comes Amy Campbell! Of course we've already seen her pop up a couple of times tonight including a thought provoking altercation between her and Karina Wolfenden in the back.
Richard: Seeing her and K-Wolf provoked more than my thoughts!
Nick: (sighing) Can we just go the rest of this match without any smut? Just eat your damn noodles!
Aimz leaps into the ring where she has a choice of fatigued men to focus on. True to character however, the Red Raver has no particular gameplan and decides to spread the love around to all three superstars... by love, I mean she starts laying into each with an array of strikes. After hitting each opponent, Aimz focues on Wethers and pushes the New Era into the corner, climbing a ten punch. She delivers eight punches before either losing count or losing interest and monkey flips Wethers back towards the center of the ring. Instead of capitalising on this though, Aimz uses the middle rope to give Emilio Rage a springboard hurricanrana.
Nick: Nobody ever said Amy Campbell was orthodox and at the moment she's hitting anything that moves!
Richard: At this rate she'll burn herself out in about 3 minutes time. She's really a great advert as to why kids should say "no" to drugs.
Nick: She's a livewire alright... as opposed to The HIT who is almost more barbed wire than human in this match. How in the blue hell can he wrestle with that stuff around him? Have all these years of competing in the most barbaric and sadistic matches around the world simply desensitised him to the pain!?
Ozric Mortimer starts to ascend the turnbuckles after belly to belly suplexing The HIT to the mat in Halo 2, his black vest/top torn and plucked from the wire. Mortimer steadies his balance, but opts not to check on his opponents position before he attempts his backwards diving headbutt aka Trial Of Tribulation. It proves to be an error, because whilst Ozric is getting comfortable on the top rope, The HIT reaches for his discarded steel chair and with the weapon in hand, jumps back to his feet... CRACK! Trapezoid brings the chair down across the back of Mortimer, leaving the Enlightment member now slouched on the top rope. The subsitute maths teacher steps onto the second rope and places his hands on the shoulders of his opponent before delivering a rather sloppy looking reverse-hurricanrana. The sloppiness isn't down to The HIT's lack of ability, more the fact that the barbed wire rather complicated matters, cutting into both superstars bodies.
Nick: Every move I see The Hardcore Isosceles Trapezoid execute makes me cringe, that barbed wire will just slice into your flesh!
Richard: Hold that thought Nick, I think Big Poppa is just about to prevent Nova from ever fathering any offspring...
Still in Halo 2, Big Poppa and Nova have brawled their way onto the mat level flooring. Lifting his foe into the air in the old atomic drop position, Poppa places one hand on Nova's back and launches the one-time NEW National Champion groin-first into the between levels ladder. The testicle crunching impact that follows obviously leaves Nova in a great deal of pain.
Nick: That was uncalled for... I think that just brought a tear to the eye every male PRIME-ate in attendance.
Satisfied with his handywork, Big Poppa doesn't detect Tony Rolo approaching on his blindside as The Specialist clocks him with a forearm shot to the back and hits a snap clothesline that turns the former AW star inside out before he lands on the grated steel surface.
Richard: What a surprise, the deceitful Italian-American hits a greasy clothesline following what can only be described as a mugging while Big Poppa's attention was elsewhere.
Nick: Every competitor in this match knows the environment they're stepping into. You simply can't take your eyes off of anyone... including whoever the next entrant in this contest is going to be!
The HIT attempts to cover Mortimer following his top-rope manoeuvre, but only scores a two count before the clown gets a shoulder up in time. Before The HIT can think about remonstrating, Peter Veter's theme hits the sound system as his tron-video starts up for his imminant arrival, his silhoutte visible through the glass entrance doors, which soon part as he walks through.
Nick: Here is entrant number twelve Pe... wait just a darn minute, that's not Peter Vetra!?
Richard: No, that's Oscar Hernandez in a devilishly accurate disguise!
Nick: Oh please, he's wearing a skin colored swimming cap for crying out loud!
The Mirror Man makes sure to copy a few of his former Tag Team partner's entrance mannerisms, but gets poleaxed from behind by the REAL Peter Vetra. Yanking the cap off of Hernandez, Vetra throws the imposter straight into one of the on-stage obelisks, denting the exterior with the former DW'ers skull.
Richard: (rubbing his eyes) Help me out here Nick, I'm seeing double! Which one is actually Peter Vetra!?
Nick: Let me clear it up for you Richard, it isn't the hairy Spanish guy!
Just when Vetra seems to be dominating his one-time friend, Hernandez retaliates with a rather simple, yet effective headbutt. While the shiney purple tights wearing pair continue their exchanges, we switch back to Halo 1 where Aimz's luck runs out as Emilio Rage catches the Red Raver mid-crossbody and comfortably fallaway slams the fWo star. Wethers and Youngblood on the otherhand have paired off, but after the former tSC'er mistimes an attempted Wild Bomb, the Eternal Punk strikes back with a his version of DDP's much loved Diamond Cutter. Feeling fatigue rearing it's ugly head, Wethers slumps against the ropes after hitting the move to catch a moments rest, his forehead coated in his own dried blood.
Nick: Like many of the early entrants, Shane Wethers needs to pace himself at this stage of the... hang on Richard, they're coming this way!
Cutting back towards the entrance set, Vetra and Hernnadez have managed to battle their way towards the raised announce position, fighting up the steps. Being ever cautious, Nick and Richard climb out of their seats, making sure their headsets are still connected as Vetra uppercuts the Mirror Man up the remaining three steps. Vetra climbs onto the raised flooring and drags the his mimicing former tag team partner closer to the announce table, causing Nick and Richard further discomfort. Slapping his arms around his foes waist, Vetra gives Hernandez a belly-to-belly 90 degree overhead suplex... straight through the buffet table!
Nick: Dear Lord! Peter Vetra just gave Oscar Hernandez the Determination through a damn table! Look at this mess, there's food everywhere!
Richard: Argh! I don't believe this! I have to intervene!
Removing his headset, Richard drops to his hands and knees next to the Mirror Man who now lies with his limbs akimbo ontop of the now obliterated buffet table.
Nick: Oscar Hernandez just got slammed through this buffet table that hospitality laid on for us, but I think Richard is checking on Hernandez's condition...
Returning to his position, Richard places another plate stacked with food on the desk.
Richard: Well I managed to rescue some of the food, but that idiot Hernandez ruined the rest with his filthy, hairy body!
Nick: I thought you... nevermind. I'm not sure whether it was supposed to be Oscar Hernandez or Peter Vetra entering the match next, but by the looks of things the Mirror Man won't be going anywhere for a while.
Richard: In that case Vetra better get his ass into that Dual Halo because...
Despite Vetra being oblivious to another pending arrival, the fans are well aware that another two minute time period has expired and the identity of the superstar who pulled "unlucky" thirteen out of the entrance draw. The playing of 'Something To Prove' by Theory of a Deadman can mean only one thing... Los Diablos! Feeling rather isolated, Vetra turns to find both members of Los Diablos bearing down on him as Baltasar and Angelus approach. Morales is soon to appear, in what seems to be rather athletic attire for a managerial role, leaving Vetra trapped as the middle of the aisle becomes no mans land. With Los Diablos maintaining their intimidating stance, Vetra decides to launch the first attack and busts Angelus in the chops with a straight right hand, sending the Spanish beast reeling. The Alias Title hopeful quickly swings at Baltaser and connects with a couple of firm blows until Angelus regains his footing and levels Vetra from behind. With Morales barking orders in Spanish, Angelus and Baltaser raise Vetra into the air and double military press him sternum-first onto the barricade. The landing certainly isn't pretty, but once Morales gets in his own cheapshots, he directs his imposing tandem to Halo 1.
Nick: Just what the hell is going on here!? Los Diablos have just done a number on Peter Vetra and now Morales is sending them BOTH into the ring... that can't be right!
Richard: Don't look now, but Morales is following them into Halo 1... it's probably best if you let it go Nick, afterall I wouldn't want you to end up like Peter Vetra down there.
Los Diablos hit Halo 1 like a hurricane and start battering the other superstars already involved in the match. Morales hops onto the apron and steps into the ring, prompting the rather knowledgeable crowd to goad him with a "slur" he faced when trying to make his mark in this business without being classed a luchadore like most of his fellow countrymen.
"JUM-PING BEAN! JUM-PING BEAN!"
The chant is hardly deafening, but Morales covers his ears... so much for not letting the fans get to him. Feeling the sting of his hurt pride, Morales tries to let the taunt slide by, but this only surfaces as frustration and someone has to pay. With his team laying waste to the other competitors in the background, Morales finds a suitable target... a downed Aimz. With a swagger in his step, he approaches the Red Raver and yanks her up with a handful of her highlighted red hair while Baltaser runs straight through the back of Brandon Youngblood with a thunderous clothesline, aided by Angelus restraining the former tSC'er. Taking waaaay too much time, Morales finally tries deliver whatever move he has in mind... only Aimz has other ideas and gives the Los Diablos manager a jawbreaker.
Nick: Aimz counters with a jawbreaker... maybe that'll help keep Morales mouth shut for a few minutes at least!
Richard: She can't do that to Jumping Be... I mean, Morales! Now she's going to pay!
The sight of Morales hitting the deck encites Baltaser to turn his attentions the one-time fWo Hardcore champion and he duly piefaces Aimz, throwing her down at the feet of Emilio Rage. If unimpressed was the look he was going for, then the glare the Alias champion gives the masked mexican certainly hits the nail on the head, but Baltaser doesn't act on it, he simply turns his back on Rage to pulls his fallen manager back to his feet. It seems more than just coincidence that neither Los Diabos member has so much as offered an offensive glance in Rages direction, despite going to town on the other superstars in Halo 1 (exluding the probably dead... er... more dead Vampir Nosferatu), which raises a few suspicions, even amongst a very pro-Emilio Rage crowd. With the question lingering, it's back off to Halo 2 where Tony Rolo has Big Poppa perched in a sitting position on the top turnbuckle. Still on the mat level flooring, The Specialist scales the outside of the ropes and clubs Poppa with a few hard punches to nullify any potential resistance as he joins the former AW'er on the top rope. Hooking Big Poppa's left leg under his arm, this has all the hallmarks of a top rope fishermans buster, otherwise fondly known as the Roloplex... and just for an extra twist, the angle of Rolo's body suggests the impact part of the move is going to take place on the grated steel flooring.
Richard: No! That dangerous orange cap wearing idiot wouldn't!?
Nick: Uh oh, Big Poppa is in a whole world of trouble if Rolo pulls this off! If you remember Richard, Tony Rolo used a top-rope Roloplex to defeat Lance Jackson in 2003 to be crowned Global champion. The move is truly devastating and on that occasion it certainly wasn't delivered onto a solid steel floor!
I don't think I've actually seen Rolo wear an orange cap since his IcWa days, but nevertheless the former IcWa posterboy continues in his quest to Roloplex his unwilling victim straight to hell. Before he can succeed however, Big Poppa throws a proverbial spanner in the works and breaks loose before sending Rolo flying backwards against the chainlink side with a hard one-handed shove. Seemingly safe, Poppa tries to navigate his way off of the top turnbuckle... not realising that a vengeful and probably higher pitched Nova is moving in for the kill.
Nick: Big Poppa escapes... but now he's got Nova to deal with!
Scrambling up to the top rope, Nova catches Poppa in the head with a high toe kick, wobbling his former friend. A couple of forearm shots later and Nova is in control, hooking Big Poppa into a double underhook. Positioning his foe to face ringward, Nova pulls back and leaps, taking Poppa with him as they thud against the mat with the latter landing skull first courtesy of an impaler DDT.
Nick: Oh! No Vacancy from the top turnbuckle! Big Poppa just got planted with that signature double underhook impaler DDT!
Richard: He can't do that to an Advantage Wrestling Hall Of Fame inductee!
Nick: You do realise that Nova is also in the AW Hall Of Fame, right?
Flopping onto his back, Big Poppa looks like a prime candidate to be the next superstar eliminated from the Dual Halo match. The same thought has already crossed Nova's mind, but before he can take advantage of the situation, The HIT pounces and slaps on his match ending Half-nelson chickenwing submission. As the former UWF'er increases the pressure on the headband wearing Nova, the Japanese fans respond well to a hold they've seen on numerous past occasions.
Nick: Wait, The HIT has Nova trapped in the Extraneous Solution!
Richard: We could have our first submission of the night right here Nick... tap out you hippy!
A rope break would be sufficient to end the hold, but unfortunately for Nova he's stranded in the middle of the squared circle... leaving him with few options. Knowing full well he can't struggle against the hold for much longer, the former AW'er starts to back up. Forcing The HIT towards the corner, Nova jars his aggressors body against the buckle, which in turn pushes the barbed wire further into his flesh causing the superstar formally known as Supernova to let out in an anguished cry laced with expletives.
Nick: You have to believe that was a last resort for Nova, despite the pain he's managed to free himself from The Hardcore Isosceles Trapezoid!
While Nova is turning the air blue with his language, Peter Vetra picks himself up and makes his way to his original destination, Halo 2. In case you're concerned about Oscar Hernandez, the mimicing Spaniard is being herded to the back by officials when Ashlee Simpson's "Pieces Of Me" starts to blare through the Sapporo Dome. It's new entrant time as we near the halfway mark... in terms of competitors at least.
Richard: What sort of theme tune is that!? What sort of idiot would walk out to... OH NO!
The fans cheer as the seven foot plus Unstoppable Eugene stumbles out of the entrance tunnel, waving to the good people of Hokkaido. As he passes, his mother slightly trailing, the fans' faces switch emotions although at least the Japanese fans don't flip her the bird, opting for a less offensive "thumbs down". The wicked influence behind the benevolent but dangerously powerful Eugene directs her son towards the Dual Halo structure... a new temporary playpen.
Nick: We haven't seen Unstoppable Eugene since The Great American Nightmare, but it looks like the lure of tonights prize was just too much for Eugene's mother to resist!
Richard: Oh God, here comes seven feet of walking mental disability... he's not even heading to the right Halo.
The alternating entrance order seems to mean little to Tyler Nelson's nephew who seems dead set on entering Halo 1 where his friend Emilio Rage is contained. The officials try to explain the situation to Eugene who is on the verge of pulling the door from it's hinges until his mother steps in and directs him to Halo 2. Eugene joins Vetra in Halo 2, but unlike Vetra who opts to dive straight into the action pounding on The HIT, Eugene just stands transfixed by his surroundings.
Richard: Don't just stand there you big goon, get in the ring!
Nick: I think Unstoppable Eugene is trying to figure out how to get from Halo 1 across to Halo 2...
Nick's prompt reverts us back to Halo 1 where not too much has changed since our last visit. The unit known as Los Diablos are still dominating the ring, double teaming their opponents whereas their manager is locked in a discussion with Emilio Rage. Whatever the topic, Morales says something that is not to the Nicaraguans liking as Rage winds back to lay "Jumping Bean" out with a haymaker... that is until Baltaser notices the flare up and approaches. Angelus's attention is also diverted by the incident, giving Brandon Youngblood the opporunity to recuperate and then launch a counter-offensive in the form of a knee-lift to the back. The masked monster stumbles against the ropes, turns and tries to gain revenge on the former tSC'er, but simply runs smack-bang into a spinebuster that would bring a tear to the eye of Arn Anderson.
Nick: Youngblood just hit a spinebuster from out of nowhere, but here comes Baltaser!
Alerted by his teamates plight, Baltaser advances on Youngblood, but before he can reach his intended target he has to deal with the incoming 147 pound frame of Aimz who throws herself... straight into the Los Diablos members arm. Baltaser might have caught the Red Raver in mid-crossbody, but before he can do anything with her, Shane Wethers attacks with a dropkick. The force of the blow knocks Baltaser backwards to the mat with Aimz landing on top in a pinning combination. She manages to keep the beast's shoulders down for two before he powers out to remain in the contest.
Nick: Oh! Aimz holds Baltaser down for two, partly down to Shane Wethers, but I'm still having trouble comprehending how it's acceptable that Los Diablos and Morales all entered the match at the same time!
Richard: Well here comes one individual I'd have prefered NOT to have entered the match...
The ring inside of Halo 2 shakes as Eugene jumps onto the apron and steps over the top rope, the entrance of choice for most seven footers. Seeing the rather large new opponent, a rather dazed Nova decides it would be best not to engage the giant, but unbeknowst to him, Peter Vetra volunteers the former NEW star coursty of a push in the back. Nova bumps straight into Eugene and cops a reactionary swat as the "special" superstar levels him with a huge left hand, before using the same limb to wave to Emilio Rage is the opposite Halo. Sadly for Eugene, his PRIME chum is rather occupied at the moment so the Unstoppable one decides to go to Rage and heads for the ladder that leads to the upperlevel. Not looking to antagonise Eugene, Vetra lets the former PCW superstar pass him by, before working over the downed Nova with several stomps to the upperbody area. On the other side of the ropes, Tony Rolo peels himself away from the chainlink Halo wall and decides to rejoin the group of superstars inside, making his presence felt by landing a legdrop on Big Poppa. For those fans whose attention is not diverted by another countdown appearing on the PRIME-A-Tron, they get to see Ozric Mortimer pumphandle slam an unsuspecting Hardcore Isosceles Trapezoid. The clown does however think twice about covering the barbed wire packaged superstar as "BOOM!" a solitary burst of pyro fires from the stage as entrant number fifteen appears.
Nick: Those fireworks can only mean our next entrant... Cimmerian!?
The masked mute luchadores Mercy Drive theme starts to play and the rather disappointing "surprise" entrant walks towards the Dual Halo like a lamb to the slaughter. For all those of you who are scratching your head and thinking "Cimmerian?", Cimmerian has achieved near cult status in PRIME as one of the companies premier enhancement talents. Yes, that's a nice word for jobber. The wrestler otherwise known as Juan Alvarez II holds the record for being the fastest loser in PRIME history after Emilio Rage defeated him in a humiliating amount of time during an Alias Title League match. Did I mention he's a mute too? Well don't get too attached to him, he's Dual Halo fodder coming through.
Richard: I thought Toshiaki Motoki terminated this guys contract a month or so ago?
Nick: Maybe Hin See is giving him a second chance? I guess we can chalk another mystery entrant off of the list Richard, how many does that leave us with?
Richard: Um... I count three, but I could be wrong since I didn't include "Two Face" Finito in there... or that sideshow Unstoppable Eugene.
Speaking of our special cameo providing young man, Eugene is slowly lumbering through the connecting tunnel towards Halo 1, which Cimmerian is now entering. The mute hits the ring in a determined fashion and nearly busts a lung running across the length of the ring towards Emilio Rage, although his energy might well have been better spent as the Alias Champion backbody drops him straight over the top rope and onto the outside paneled flooring. Landing near the crater containing the fallen Vampir Nosferatu, Cimmerian tries to recover, but curiousity gets the better of him and he simply can't resist inspecting the bloodsuckers resting place. Peering into the darkness, it looks like something down there is moving... a suspicion of Cimmerian's that is confirmed as Nosferatu emerges from underneath the flooring and grabs the Mexican luchadore by throat.
Nick: Look at this Richard... Youngblood is trying to slap on the Gridlock onto Angelus! Of course these two did meet only a couple of weeks ago in a Tag Team Title Tournament semi-final match.
Richard: Angelus is too powerful, I don't think Youngblood can lock the hold in.
The former tSC'er tries to lock the same modified half nelson choke hold that made former employee Joshua Taro Freedom tap out on Youngblood debut, but the much larger Angelus is determined not to yield so easily. Using nothing more than brute force, the other half of Los Diablos throws Youngblood forward to the mat, then makes sure he stays down following a hard boot to the head. Are you wondering why we're focusing on this instead of Vampir's awakening? Well the problem is that nobody really cares about Cimmerian meaning that his dilemma has gone unnoticed by the other competitors and even the announcers. Feeling the grip of the Dark Age leader tightening around his neck, Cimmerian tries to attract the attention of the other superstars in the ring... not an easy task when you're a mute. With shouting out of the question, Cimmerian resorts to rapid arm movements as Vampir climbs out of the crater, still holding his victim. Slowly the fans begin to realise what's happening courtesy of a ripple style effect as those closest to the situation relay it to those further back. Still though, Cimmerians attempts to alert the other competitors remain in vain.
Nick: Look at Morales trying to avoid confronting any other superstars face to face, he's like a ferret scurrying between...
Richard: Wait Nick, LOOK!
Finally scooping the hapless luchadore up, Nosferatu launches Cimmerian into the ring like a javelin where he crashes into Shane Wethers, leaving the mute and the Eternal Punk in a heap. Considering Cimmerian narrowly missed Morales by inches, he turns to see the culprit standing before him and quickly raises the alarm.
Nick: Good Lord! It looks like Vampir Nosferatu wasn't quite as finished off as we assumed!
Richard: Vampir is back in this match and I think he's about to extract his bloody vengeance from those unlucky souls in Halo 1!
Being triple teamed and thrown from the upper level to the floor below would be enough to upset anyone, so the murderous red glint in Nosferatu's eyes was to be expected. Using a loud hiss as a battlecry, the other competitors pause and turn to face the menacing force as Vampir climbs back into the squared circle, standing over the limp body of Cimmerian whilst the rest keep their distance for now. Forming a circle around Nosferatu, the other competitors look to one another, all in various stages of fatigue, except for Morales who is using Baltaser as a shield. Despite everything that has happened in Halo 1 until this point in the match, it appears evident that Nosferatu poses enough of a threat to all individuals involved... leading them all to one conclusion. As the dark lord tries to navigate where the first attack will emanate, the other competitors drop what they were previously doing and rush him.
Nick: It's Vampir Nosferatu versus the world in there and the world is... LOSING!
Striking whatever moves, Vampir neutralises Wethers and Rage with viciious chops, then deflects away an attempted dropkick from Aimz before driving Baltaser down with a (late)Big Bossman-like slam directly onto Cimmerian who suffers in silence as the weight of the Los Diablos member lands on him. Having watched the fate of his partner, Angelus moves in with a firm clothesline, but gets completely no sold. To build up the needed momentum for a second attempt, Angelus hits the ropes but runs straight into the sole of Nosferatu's left boot as a fear stricken Morales watches in horror. The numbers of vertical superstars had dwindled down as most were now strewn across the mat, except for two Morales and Brandon Youngblood. Smiling wickedly behind his skull mask, Nosferatu slowly moves across the ring towards a now petrified Morales who is trying to plead for mercy. It's a shame that mercy is an alien concept to Vampir, but pain certainly isn't. Something snags onto Vampir's leg, preventing him (at least for the moment) from pulling "Jumping Bean" limb from limb. He looks down to find the Alias champion Emilio Rage pulling himself up, using Vampir's body for support... a predicament that amuses the former OSW'er. Drawing back his right hand, Vampir slugs the Nicaraguan in the head with a hard punch, but before he can deliever a second one he notices the incoming taped right hand of Youngblood. Absorbing most of the force with his mask, Vampir manages to block the Jolt superstars offence at the forth time of asking and clubs Youngblood aside with a strike across the back. Since Morales used the opportunity to bolt out of the ring, Nosferatu is now left with a superstar who has been a constant thorn in the Dark Age's side since the group formed... a slumped Emilio Rage.
Nick: What a display of dominance, Vampir Nosferatu is cutting down everything around him and now he has his sights set on a weakened Emilio Rage!
Richard: That earlier shot knocked Rage silly, I don't think he can even stand at the moment and I think Vampir is about to dispose of him at will!
Dragging Rage most of the way back up and pulling him into a powerbomb/piledriver position, Vampir draws a hand across his throat, symbolising that the Pentacifix is next. He reaches down to lift his victim into the air when Nosferatu notices a large shadow being cast just in front of him. He raises his head and sure enough Unstoppable Eugene has planted himself right in front of the bloodsucker, eager to prevent any further harm coming to his friend.
Nick: Uh oh, it looks like we've got a showdown here between two of the titans in this match. I can't remember the last time Vampir Nosferatu had to look UP at an opponent!
Richard: Get out of the way you retard!
Eugene's mother is trying to urge her son to pick on lesser targets, such as the cowardly Morales who is trying to duck behind the ringpost near where she is located on the outside of Halo 1. Her pleas fall on deaf ears though as Eugene stands his ground and demands that Rage be released. Being the evil son of a gun that he is though, Vampir uses the pairs companionship against them and throws the Nicaraguan at Eugene inorder to get the special young mans guard down. He suceeds and suckerpunches the exposed Eugene, fencing him into the nearby corner where Vampir starts wearing down his larger, simpler opponent. Eugene doesn't tolerate Nosferatu's abuse for long though, and by placing his two large hands on his aggressors shoulders, he throws the Dark Age leader into the corner leading to a role reversal where it is now Eugene handing out the offence in the form of several shoulder thrusts.
Nick: Look at the power on show here! Unstoppable Eugene is sandwiching Vampir against the buckles and believe me folks, that's no mean feat!
Richard: Somehow that big oaf ended Vampir Nosferatu's rampage and now...
Nick: Sorry to interrupt Richard, but I didn't even notice that another two minutes has just flown by and you know what that means!
Richard: You're going senile?
Purple strobes begin pulsing along with the beat of Guano Apes "High" as an obviously less energetic than usual Karina Wolfenden appears out of the entrance tunnel. PRIME's own Negasonic Lupine throws her glasses into the crowd, and slaps the outstreched arms of fans by the aisle with her gloved hands as she approaches the Dual Halo structure. The fans knew that K-Wolf loved to take a risk, to push the envelope ever further... she seemed tailor made for this match.
Nick: Listen to this solid ovation for Karina Wolfenden! She's already done through one epic battle against The Hardcore Isoscoles Trapezoid tonight and now she's about to walk straight into another one! She's only had about an hour as recovery time, but on the surface at least K-Wolf isn't showing any obvious signs of fatigue or injury following her match.
Richard: Give it time Nick, once she gets thrown around the Dual Halo abit, she's going to be reliving the hurt inflicted by The HIT all over again... infact their paths might cross sooner rather than later because if my memory serves me correctly, she has to initially enter Halo 2.
We'll go to Halo 2 in a moment, but back in Halo 1 Morales bravely re-enters the ring and slithers across the mat in a perhaps appropriate serpent-like fashion. Pulling the limp body of his client out of the way, Morales covers the unfortunate superstar that Baltaser was slammed upon... Cimmerian. Barking at the referee to count quickly, Bernie Roberts does his "thang" and counts to trois... um, three and a fast as you can say "Tony Rolo bangs fat chicks" Cimmerian is history.
Richard: Morales just eliminated Cimmerian! What a feat! What an upset!
Nick: What a sneaky SOB! Morales steals a fall after Vampir destroyed Cimmerian moments earlier... hardly a feat.
Richard: Whatever you say Nick, the record books are forever going to show that Morales scored the pinfall and eliminated Cimmerian... and look, he's celebrating it like a championship win. That's how much it means to him. What a moment!
Nick: Puh-lease...
Jumping to his feet, Morales raises his arms triumphantly and engages in some rather over-the-top celebrations. It's kinda like something from Rocky, you keep expecting a large group of kids to suddenly swarm the ring to share the moment with him. Unfortunately due to his exuberant celebrating, Morales accidently bumps into Vampir who having just clotheslined Eugene over the top rope, is free to squash Jumping Bean where he stands... or WAS standing. Squeeling like a teenage girl at a Justin Timberlake gig, Morales turns to flee but in the heat of the moment runs face-first into the turnbuckles possibly knocking himself out. Loyal to his manager though, Baltaser doesn't let any harm come to Morales and delivers a big-time samoan drop to the unsuspecting soul stalker known as Nosferatu.
Nick: That is some scary strength right there, but there's alot of power still to enter the Dual Halo. With Baltaser, Vampir, and Eugene in there, plus Hoyt Williams to come, there are plently of big overpowering hosses involved... maybe others depending on the identities of the remaining mystery entrants.
Richard: Don't forget our wonderful new Universal Champion Boda!
Nick: (sounding bitter) How could I possibly forget.
From the hosses in Halo 1, to the action in Halo 2 where K-Wolf is already making her presence felt with some typically stiff kicks to the body of Big Poppa and eventually knocking the former AW'er senseless with a step-up enzigure. Just across the ring from the former RPW star, The HIT counters an attempted nothern lights suplex by Peter Vetra using the old "I'll cut your face up with a fist of barbed wire" reversal punch. Trapezoid takes a few steps back as does K-Wolf until the pair bump backs, immediately spinning to face one another in a defensive stance. Having enjoyed their show stealing Last Man Standing match earlier in the evening, the fans "oooh" and "ahhh" anticipating another confrontation between the pair, but no blows are exhanged. Instead they to acknowledge one another, then turn and TOGETHER level the incoming Vetra.
Nick: Wow, with their issues put to rest earlier on The HIT and K-Wolf just worked together to deal with Peter Vetra!
Richard: It must have been co-incidence... oh wait, it's that mushy "respect" thing again isn't it?
With no qualms about turning on former friends, Big Poppa certainly doesn't have a problem with hitting a women, especially one who lit him up with a series of kicks only a few moments prior. Poppa climbs out of the corner and throws K-Wolf into his place by the scruff of her top. Before the brightly colored superstar knows what's hit her, BP jams his left boot underneath her chin, choking the queen of the indies against the buckle ala Big Sexy~! The HIT doesn't intervene with this, mainly because he can't as some outerworldy force draws him down to the mat. Outworldly nothing, it's Tony Rolo with a steel chair, but instead of just wrapping the weapon across Trapezoid's head in his normal fashion, The Specialist is using the chair like a pair of pliers to prise the barbed wire wrapping off.
Nick: That barbed wire has acted as both a form of protection and punishment for The HIT, so it's no wonder that Rolo is trying to deprive him of it!
Richard: Using that steel chair to clamp around the wire and then pull it off without slicing your hands to pieces... that's pretty smart. Tony Rolo must have hit his head or something, because intelligence is totally out of character!
The HIT struggles, but he's fighting a losing battle as Rolo drags him across the mat, trying to pull the wire free. With one last sharp tug, the wire comes away completely, leaving The HIT uncovered and several tear marks in his chest oozing blood to match his red afro.
Richard: Ah ha! The crab is out of his barbed wire shell!
Nick: (slightly bewildered) The crab is out of his barbed wire shell...
Richard: Shut it Nick! I've hardly been bowled over by your awesome metaphors tonight!
Nick and Richard continue to bicker in the background as our attention is drawn to the PRIME-A-Tron for the seventeenth time... well eighteenth time if you count showing Black Angel lying face down in a pool of blood. It's countdown time and a split-second after the final five seconds elapse, The Deftone's "Change (In the House of Flies)" hits. Jeff Garvin has arrived in Hokkaido.
Nick: Jeff Garvin made a big splash when he signed for PRIME last month, but after a bright start some people have pointed a finger of blame towards him for the semi-final defeat that he and Brandon Youngblood incurred at the hands of Los Diablos in the Tag Team Title Tournament.
Richard: How was Garvin to blame for that? It was due to a combination of Los Diablo's brilliant tactics and a lack of team chemistry that saw them go out of the tournament. Blame Hin See for throwing two clashing personalities together to form "Team tSC" as the fans coined them, now it's time for the TennesseeTechnician to show what he can do flying solo!
"The Original" Jeff Garvin wastes no time in getting straight to work as he enters Halo 1, snap suplexing the first superstar who comes his way... which just so happens to be Emilio Rage. Grabbing the Nicaraguans right arm (while Rage is down on the mat) Garvin twists the limb, then drives his elbow down, holds and pulls, but quickly releases the hold as his priorities shift. Rising to his feet, The Original one locks eyes with his "partner" and former tSC colleague Bradon Youngblood who returns his cold stare, before lurching forward with a left hook. Garvin doesn't even attempt to block, opting to retaliate with a hard punch of his own and within seconds the pair are unleashing fists of fury on each other, seeing which of them gives first.
Nick: Youngblood and Garvin! Youngblood and Garvin! This forced tag team has exploded right infront of our eyes!
Richard: This is intense Nick, they're literally punching the hell out of one another!
The technical mystique of their tSC upbringing has gone out the window as both superstars continue their strike-fest until finally the fresher Garvin gets the upperhand with a cleverly place knee. He moves in to take advantage, but despite being winded, Youngblood counters and hauls the Tennessee Technician to the canvas... a position where he attempts to tie Garvin up in the Gridlock. While The Original struggles, Shane Wethers moves in to make the best of a disorientated Emilio Rage and half nelson suplexes the Alias champion. The fans give a diminished pop (due to the popularity of the victim) for the Eternal Punk's trademark Crowd Surf move, which results in an attempted lateral press.
Richard: Yes, cover him! I can't believe I'm actually supporting a pin by Shane Wethers!
Wethers hooks the near leg, but merely gets a count of one-and-a-half as Angelus breaks up the pin, hauling the founder of Wethermania off in order to prolong Rage's stay in the Dual Halo. Such an act baffles the watching fans who don't know whether to clap or not, considering most of the participants strategies do not involve bailing their opponents out if they appear to be on the verge of elimination. Back in Halo 2, Tony Rolo tosses the chair (wrapped in mangled barbwire) out of the ring. With The HIT no longer comparable to wrestling a cactus, The Specialist hits the ropes and takes down the former UWF superstar with a Lou Thez press w/ mounted punching.
Nick: Why in the world would Angelus break up that nearfall!?
Richard: I'll tell you why, because Emilio Rage and Los Daiblos must have made some sort of secret pact before the match. That's why they haven't had even the slightest hint of a confrontation yet. Those Mexican/Spanish/whatever's stick together you know!
Nick: Except for Morales, who eliminated a fellow Mexican in the form of Cimmerian.
Richard: Not being funny Nick, but I wouldn't want people knowing that I came from the same place as Cimmerian did either.
Nick: Regardless, I don't believe Emilio Rage would go against his principles like that... and don't you dare say "what like Boda?"
Stung by his fellow announcers venom, Richard puts a lid on it as we watch Karina Wolfenden reverse and irish whip from Big Poppa and then lay out her larger male counterpart with a high impact crescent kick. Elsewhere in the same Halo, Peter Vetra is improving his game in the wake of a considerably bad start to the bout, which in fairness wasn't really his fault. Hey, you try and stop Los Diablos from throwing you around like a rag doll. Vetra neckbreakers the Enlightenments Ozric Mortimer and drags his victim over to the far corner where he exits the ring. Now on the outside, the heavily tatooed Vetra grabs ahold of Mortimer's right leg and slams the clowns limb against the ringpost. He repeats the trick, but on the third time Mortimer manages to muster enough strength to kick Vetra away and pull himself back towards the middle of the ring.
Nick: It seems quite a while since this match began, but most of the early competitors are still involved... although some in worse shape than others!
Richard: That goes without saying Nick, we've seen some wonderful brutality so far, but as far as being involved goes... it's time to add another superstar to the party!
The arena's lights dim and the beginning of Gavin Rossdale's "Adrenaline" beings to play in the Sapporo Dome. When the second bar ends, Red and Silver pyro explodes from the stage into the air and lights leading to the ring flash intermitent Red and Silver. Killean Sirrajin waits for the tunnel doors to part, then walks into the red hot atmosphere surrounding the Dual Halo. Ever though the "Supreme Machine" shows no real expression, you have to believe he's simmering inside after the controversial conclusion of the Universal Title match.
Richard: Well, well, well if it isn't the man who failed to win the Universal Title earlier... I bet he's in a good mood!
Nick: How would you feel if you witnessed that repulsive charade Boda and Vampir Nosferatu pulled earlier! Their little plot robbed him of the opportunity to win the biggest prize in the land!
Richard: Yeah, but if we're being honest Nick, Killean Sirrajin shouldn't have been in the match in the first place. He only got in courtesy of more questionable decision making from Hin See and a lucky win over Blackie! DON'T give me that look, you said earlier that I could never call our Universal Champion Blackie again... and last time I looked, Black Angel was no longer the big title-holding kahuna.
As much as the Supreme Machine would love to burst straight into Halo 1 and lay into Vampir Nosferatu, like everyone else he has to begin in the designated Halo. In theory he could just walk straight across into Halo 2, but in practice it's far harder. The moment Sirrajin steps into the Halo, Peter Vetra pounces on him with a few hard shots to the back of the head. The shade wearing Canadian doesn't put up with this for long though and strikes back with a few punches of his own, then proceeds to run Vetra's face across the chainlink wall.
Nick: If Killean Sirrajin was expecting a warm welcome, he'll have been disappointed, but his bitterly disappointing night might just have a silver lining if he can somehow survive this match.
Richard: My night would have a silver lining if Tony Rolo fell from that upper level and ended up in a wheelchair... what? Overstepping the mark again?
Rolo isn't on the upper level yet, but he's most of the way up the ladder after leaving Nova to deal with The HIT and deciding that he wants a piece of that good'ol Halo 1 action. Back inside of The Specialist's intended destination, Brandon Youngblood is trying to Gridlock Jeff Garvin after his first attempt was thwarted. With both Jolt-ites (is that a legitimate tag for a plural of Jolt members?) now standing, they jostle for position until Baltaser sticks his big masked head in and starts hitting both men who notably, as showing signs of blood from their earlier intense exchange. With the trio absorbed with grappling each other, nobody spots the Red Raver hurtling through the air as she takes out all three men with a top rope flipping attack thing... you know, that whatever the real name for the "Whisp In The Wind" move that Jeff Hardy does... or Wind In The Willows, whatever.
Nick: Aimz just wiped out three fellow superstars, but you have to fear for her chances in this match if she keeps resorting to such dangerous moves so frequently.
Richard: I could throw in some joke about Amy Campbell throwing herself at men about now... but I won't, because it looks like Karina Wolfenden is about to put the career of another superstar in jeopardy!
Zooming back across to Halo 2, Richard is refering to the same manouevre that put The HIT out of action for a significant amount of time during a very well documented RPW Eclipse Title match. Yes, it's the Whirlwind Romance albeit not the more-threatening top rope version. The Negasonic Lupine tries to latch onto Killean Sirrajin as soon as he enters the squared circle for the first time. The move looks like a home-banker, but the Supreme Machine has the tornado seatbelt DDT well scouted and manages to throw K-Wolf clean off. The former RPW'er intends to get back to a vertical base quickly, but Sirrajin has other ideas and takes her down with a rolling ankle lock. He can't quite lock the move in fully and this proves costly as K-Wolf swings her free left leg, connecting with the Intense champion's jaw. Sirrajin falls onto his backside and spits out a mouthful of blood... it seems the Winnipeg native has a busted lip.
Nick: Those kicks of Karina's are lethal to such an extent that her whole gameplan really revolves around utilising them to their full extent.
Richard: She might be prolific with her feet, but there's only so far you can go without solid knowledge of basic wrestling.
Nick: Well it got her past The Hardcore Isoscoles Trapezoid earlier... hold on, we've got another entrant due any second now!
After moments of silence, a big bolt of lighting strikes the stage area. After this quick shot of lighting, a spotlight shines on the old rugged cross which reveals the Infamous Dani Furher now hanging on the cross with his head down. After a moment, Dani then shoots his head up from the dead-like positioning, followed by the bursting sound of "Faint" by Linkin Park.
Nick: Here's a dose of bad news... Dani Furher is lucky number nineteen and the Dark Age have their second representative involved in this match.
Richard: Whatever happened to Hoyt's proposed lawsuit against the Dark Age for their blasphemous use of God's symbol, the cross?
As the theme plays, white strobe lights begin to pan the arena as Dani Furher slowly steps down from the cross and walks slowly down the aisle, waiting for the officials to open the thick door to Halo 1.
Nick: Well you can ask Gods alledged second son about that whenever he arrives out here, can't you. At this point in time though, Furher is moments away from joining his leader in Halo 1... and I think Vampir Nosferatu will be pleased to see his lackey!
Access to the Halo is granted and Dani Furher negotiates his way through the crowd of superstars towards his leader Vampir. The former OSW bloodsucker isn't having such a good time of things though as Unstoppable Eugene is holding him in a full nelson, allowing Emilio Rage to pick his shots with "soupbone" punches to the upperbody of his nemesis. The Infamous one doesn't kindly and dropkicks the special seven footer in the back, an act that merely attracts Eugene's attention. Releasing Nosferatu, Eugene lunges for Furher, but the smaller superstar dives inbetween the former PCW superstar's legs, emerging on the other side. Now behind the Unstoppable one, Furher starts stomping on the special young mans hamstring muscle... kinda like a trying to chop down a giant Canadian redwood. Unlike a big Canadian redwood however, Eugene chops back and turns the Infamous one inside out with a short-arm lariat.
Nick: Geez! Unstoppable Eugene nearly beheaded Furher with that clothesline and now he's lifting the Dark Age member into the air!
Richard: Argh! There's no telling what that moron will do.
Furher is suspended in the gorilla press position, squirming as Eugene holds his opponent up like a trophy. Turning to face the fans, he press slams Furher over the top rope... and straight into the crater made earlier in the match by Nosferatu's sick bump. As the Dark Ager falls headfirst into the hole in the flooring, Eugene steps over the top rope and excitedly rushes to the chainlink wall, trying to reach through to touch a "bunny" he's seen in the third row. On closer inspection however, it's really just a Japanese man in a white sweater. Distracting the simpleton was hardly a challenge, but outside of the Halo Eugene's mother is fuming. It's bad enough that her son is trying to pet a 42 year old fan, but to make matters worse Eugene slammed Furher down outside the ring meaning that if he wants to capitalise by pinning his victim, he'd need to pull Dani out of the crater and drag his ass back into the ring.
Nick: Dani Furher gets the Unstoppable Force courtesy of Eugene and now he's lying in the same spot his leader inadvertantly created!
Richard: That clumsy goon just dropped Furher on his head...
Nick: I think that was the idea Richard, but Eugene's twisted bitch of a mother isn't impressed!
Leaving the mother insulting to one side, it's time for The HIT to perform his best Steve Blackman impersonation having retrieved the kendo stick he originally brought into the Halo. This particular kendo stick might not glow in the dark like Blackmans, but the Trapezoid certinaly lights up Big Poppa with numerous strikes across the chest. Poppa grimaces in pain, the red raw marks now emblazened on his torso evidence of just how many stick blows connected. Understandably the former AW star isn't enjoying the experience and decides to counter at the earliest opportunity, grabbing the kendo stick in mid-flight and trying to wrench it from The HIT's hand. The pair engage in a brief tug of war before Poppa wins through and jerks the former UWF'er straight into a full nelson front Russian legsweep. Leaving the whole scene and Halo 2 behind however, Tony Rolo makes his way through the now "open all hours" tunnel to the promise land of Halo 1. In truth, Rolo had a score to settle... a certain Dark Knight was 2-0 against him and it was time to pull one back for the Rolomaniacs. He won't have to go much further to find Vampir however, because Nosferatu is coming his way... with a pursuing Emilio Rage.
Nick: Vampir Nosferatu is heading to the upper level with Emilio Rage tailing him... why do I have the horrible feeling this is a trap!
Sure enough, Vampir scales the ladder and waits by the opening as Rage surfaces only a couple of seconds behind him. As soon as he see's the whites of the Alias champion's eyes, Vampir bulldogs the Nicaraguan down from behind, but doesn't stop there. He grabs Rage by the bandana and smashes his face into the steel floor not once, but thrice! He yanks Rages head up, allowing the blood now gushing from a newly made head wound, dribble down his face... a sight that enrages the normally docile Unstoppable Eugene. Banging her head against the outside of the Halo, Eugene's mother is helpless as her son "rushes" to the aid of his friend. I put rushes in inverted commas because it's quite hard for a lumbering giantism sufferer to move too rapidy, but Eugene moves as fast as his large frame will allow him.
Richard: I think you're right Nick, Vampir is baiting Eugene and the simpleton is playing right into his hands!
Nick: Perhaps... but does Vampir realise Tony Rolo is walking through the tunnel behind him!?
Eugene tries climb onto the upper level for a second time, but his quest hasn't gone unoticed. Having displayed some puzzling behaviour in regards to their interation with Emilio Rage already, Morales calls a group huddle with Los Diablos then instructs Baltaser and Angelus to follow Eugene's example. As the masked Mexicans exit the ring, leaving Morales on the inside... something the manager hadn't really thought out well. Jumping Bean turns to temporarily abandon the ring, only to bump into Aimz. The Red Raver smiles and blocks an attempted right hand, using Morale's momentum to pull him into standing single leg tarantula. As he groans in agony, the timer bottom right indicates that a new entrant is due.
Nick: Aimz has Morales "Locked On"! It has to be simply a matter of time before he taps...
Richard: Sssssh! Can't you see who's just walked out?
Under the shade of the obelisks, Eleanor Kannon-Hall is bouncing around with a microphone in hand.
Ellie~!: Like, are you SO marking out yet? Cause here comes my man!
Nick: Last week on ReVolution Ellie~! revealed that her man Xavier Kannon would be coming out of retirement to compete tonight and it...
Stepping away from the entrance tunnel with a silly grin on her face, Ellie~! takes a backseat as "Sympathy For The Devil" by The Rolling Stones hits. The lights die, replaced by an eerie red glow in which the figure of entrant number twenty appears. The lights are raised and there, center stage, stands Angello Deville in all his sneering glory.
Richard: ANGELLO DEVILLE IS HERE AT CULTURE SHOCK! Boy how this company needs "The Devil's Don"!
Nick: Well I'm sure most of the folks at home had heard the rumours, several names were thrown around and Angello Deville certainly came up... but this is Ellie's man!? Deville!?
Richard: That's another story for another time Nick... please just let me enjoy this moment.
The initial cheers soon turn to jeers as Deville saunters down the aisle. The crowd in Hokkaido may be excited to see "The Deville" in PRIME, but it doesn't take long for them to remember how much contempt Ellie's man should be held in. Deville is in no particular hurry to enter the match, taking a moment to fix his hair and soak up the crowds disapproval whilst keeping one eye on the story unfolding right in front of him in Halo 1. Placing his arm underneath Rage's chin, Vampir drags the Alias champion towards the tunnel with Eugene lagging behind them, vowing to crush "sharp teeth man" who is using his friend as a hostage. As the Unstoppable one arrive on the upper level, Vampir makes for the tunnel with Rage... not counting on meeting The Specialist inside! Being his uncompromising self, Rolo moves... well, punches Emilio Rage aside and tackles Nosferatu, forcing the Dark Knight against the tunnel wall. With both superstars throwing punches inside, Eugene plods towards the tunnel, but gets blindsided by Baltaser. With the help of his partner in crime Angelus, the Mexcians force Eugene into the tunnel, literally trying to pummel him to the ground. Back on the lower level meanwhile, Deville finally decides that Halo 1 is worthy of his presence and slides into a ring, making a beeline for Aimz. The Red Raver still has Morales writhing in agony in the Lock-On, but just when the Los Diablos manager is on the verge of submitting, Deville hauls Aimz off by the hair. The fWo star doesn't take kindly and strikes The Deville with a right hook. She throws a second punch, but this time Deville counters, hooks the arm and spins Aimz around before pounding on the back of her neck.
Nick: I don't like the way that tunnel is getting backed up with superstars... we've already seen a couple of horrible spills from the upperlevel tonight.
Richard: Not to mention Emilio Rage and Shane Wethers should be charged with criminal damage for wrecking the tunnel's door mechanism!
Deville takes Aimz down to her knees with the move he refers to as the Tommygun, while mere feet away Jeff Garvin irish whips Brandon Youngblood against the ropes. The Original lowers his head, anticipating his opponents return, but Youngblood telegraphs and leads in with a boot to the face. Rearing back up, Garvin leaves himself open for a couple of scathing chops (Whoo~!) and then the Tennessee Technician cops a hard punch to the bridge of the nose from Youngbloods taped right hand. The blow wobbles Garvin, leaving him punch-drunk and vulnerable as Youngblood moves in, taking his appointed tag team partner down to the mat where the pair exchange holds. I can't really do the sequence of moves justice as the pair of former tSC'ers put on a brief masterclass, but it climaxes with Youngblood out manouevring Garvin into an inside cradle. The referee hits the deck to count as Youngblood hooks his leg around that of Garvin's to make sure there is no escape. One... Two... San! A kick out comes, but it's half a count too late and despite his frustration, Garvin is gone... but not before he gives Youngblood a compensating Original Slam.
Nick: Jeff Garvin just got eliminated by a superstar he teamed with just last week on ReVolution, but "The Original" didn't leave without a parting gift!
Richard: I missed it Nick, I'm too busy watching a mass relocation of superstars, because Rage, Vampir, Rolo, that freak Eugene and Los Diablos are all heading towards Halo 2!
A haymaker from Rolo sends Vampir sprawling backwards out of the tunnel and into Halo 2. A shot of the background shows Rage and Eugene now duking it out together with Los Diablos deeper inside the passageway, but our focus remains on The Specialist as he leans Nosferatu against the mesh for a spot of mudhole stomping. Several feet below and favoring his damaged leg, Ozric Mortimer sidesteps an incoming Nova and flapjacks the former AW'er onto the top rope, causing him to bounce awkwardly onto the outside mat-level flooring. Hearing the commotion overhead, Mortimer looks up to see not only his main nemesis, but one of his closest allies involved in a full-scale war on the upperlevel. "THWACK!" Mortimer's ok, but on the otherside of the ring Big Poppa snaps the kendo stick across the back of Peter Vetra, causing it to split into several useless pieces.
Nick: Ouch! I could almost feel that kendo stick being broken across the spine of Peter Vetra!
Richard: Sticking with the subject of broken backs, I think Emilio Rage is about to find out what it feels like to be thrown off of a second storey balcony!
Grasping a handful of Rage's GI Joe style combat pants, Baltaser tries to pitch the Nicaraguan off of the upper level, but as you can imagine, he's rather unwilling to comply. Rage latches onto the chainlink side, holding on for all his might until Baltaser either admits defeat or Rage's arms pop out of their sockets. Luckily for the Alias champion, it's the former and Baltaser angrily concedes defeat for the moment and flattens Rage with a big boot to the chest. Charging at Angelus like a truck, Eugene misses and actually bends one of the steel support rods in the Halo frame as his target dives out of the way. With the special young man dazed and conf... MORE confused, Angelus calls to his tag team partner and whips Eugene, Baltaser's way. You can hear the crowd gasp as Baltaser locks his arms around the former PCW'ers massive midsection and attempt to belly-to-belly suplex him straight off of the upper floor.
Nick: Good God NO! For the love of God don't do this!
Richard: Dammit, even the mighty Baltaser can't lift the monsterous man/boy! Throw him off!
The sheer bulk of Eugene counters the first attempt, but the masked Baltaser is determined to have his way, taking a deep breath before giving the move another go. Angelus intends to help his struggling partner, but before he can involve himself, a recovered Emilio Rage nails the Mexican with a roundhouse kick. Reeling from the educated foot, Angelus staggers precariously close to the edge. He avoids falling, but has no time to react as Rage throws himself forward and grabs the other half of Los Diablos with his finishing jumping tornado DDT very much on the agenda. If this were some sort of Hollywood production, the next few moments would unfold in slow motion... since this is PRIME how it all transpires in heartstopping real time. Swinging his own body around, Rage takes Angelus straight over the edge of the overhang in perfect cohesion as Baltaser amazingly pulls off his belly-to-belly suplex. It's not completely rosey for the Los Diablo member, because the additional effort required to life Eugene causes Baltaser to fall backwards with him. Can you hear that sound? It's the sound of collective hearts jumping into collective mouths as those in attendance watch the four superstars in a state of freefall as they plummet towards the squared circle below...
"THUD! BOOM! CRASH!"
The ferocious force, the velocity and the huge combined weight of those falling together... the ring never stood a chance.
The competitors inside scatter as the foursome from the sky hit the ring like a meteor, their bodies almost bouncing off of the mat causing the ring to literally implode. As if suddenly caught in the midst of a quake measuring nine on the richter scale K-Wolf, Big Poppa, Ozric Mortimer et al loose their footing and collapse along with the ring, which buckles three seperate times. On the third and final time, the turnbuckles topple inward, bringing down the ropes as well as several panels of the mat level flooring. Once the dust has settled, the normally reserved Japanese fans rise to their feet in awe as the ring inside of Halo 2 is now completely flattened.
Nick: JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! I DO NOT BELIEVE IT! THEY OBLITERATED THE DAMN RING!
Richard: Look at the carnage, Nick! It looks like an ATOM BOMB went off in there! GEEZ!
Nick: This is too much Richard... TOO MUCH!
Confusion reigns as Wesley James tries to regain his footing on the now slightly sloped canvas. With bodies littered all around him, the referee looks at the pile of humanity in front of him and realises that the limp torso of Baltaser as well as the right arm of Emilio Rage are lying on top of the Unstoppable Eugene's massive chest. Since both the special young man's shoulders are down, he has no choice other than to count. The official's hand hits the mat once, twice and then a third time spelling the end of the road for Eugene.
Richard: Ha! So much for friendship, Emilio Rage just stabbed Eugene right in the back and eliminated him with the help of Los Diablos! I knew something was going on there!
Nick: Give me a break Richard, we don't even know if Emilio Rage is conscious, let alone conspiring against others!
Hurling abuse towards the fans, Eugene's mother tries to dispossess a nearby cameraman in order to smash his TV equipment on the ground in the wake of her sons elimination. Back on the inside of the Halo, a blearly eyed Baltaser looks up, hardly aware of his achievement, his body wrapped in pain from the initial fall. Rage and Angelus were in much same condition, helplessly contorted on the mat as the vultures began to circle. Dragging Angelus away from the pack, the opportunistic Big Poppa lifts his lifeless prey up into a firemans carry, then brings the masked Mexican down again with a fluid switch into a reverse DDT.
Nick: Poppa Droppa! Angelus couldn't manage even a hint of resistance and Big Poppa is going to capitalise!
Richard: What do you expect? That idiot Emilio Rage pulled him off of the upper level, giving him a sloppy and career threatening ROAR! He's as bad as Karina Wolfenden!
Poppa leans back and hooks the inside leg for an easy three count following his infamous finishing move, seen on several occasions in the likes of AW, FSW and WLW. Following Poppa's example, Peter Vetra scours through the wreckage and pulls out Emilio Rage. Considering Rage's current state, you'd be forgiven for thinking he had just been pulled out of a train wreck and thus Vetra sees no reason to waste his energies on any move other than a devastating lateral press. Having just counted Angelus's shoulders down, the referee doesn't even need to get up as he switches positions for the new fall.
Richard: One... Two... Three! Yes Emilio Rage is E-L-I-M-I-N-A-T-E-D... eliminated! Gone! No more!
Nick: What do you think this is? Seasame Street!? Stop spelling out words and put your bias to one side because Emilio Rage put in... wait, I don't think his night's over yet!
Having banged his hand on the sloped canvas for the third time, the referee sits up to signal Rage's demise... only to realise the Nicaraguan is holding onto the bottom rope with his hand. Well, actually it's the top rope... which isn't much of a feat considering the ropes are strewn across the mat, making them reachable despite the nearfall occuring near the center of the not-so-squared circle. Overwhelmed with the opposite emotion of joy, Richard swats his remaining saki off of the desk as Wesley James waves away the fall.
Richard: No, no, no, NO! That doesn't count! The ropes aren't even mounted to anything anymore!
Nick: Ropebreaks are active in this match Richard... but surely this match can't go on like this.
Richard: Well what do you recommend genius? Fly in a new ring!?
With everything else that is going on, you'd be forgiven for not noticing Jackson Darilek making his way down the aisle to the thudding beat of 'Bring Em Out' by T.I. Intending to walk straight into the chaotic Halo 2, the officials block "The Poster Child For Don't Try This At Home", advising Darilek to remain outside until they figure out how to deal with the situation at hand. Luckily for Gerrard O'Riley and Roberto LaCassa, the decision doesn't lay in the hands of the two referees, but the individual now stepping out onto the stage.
Nick: Hin See promised us a Dual Halo match that would top last years in terms of incident, well his vows have come to fruition, but I doubt in the way that the co-owner had in mind!
Richard: Compared to last years Dual Halo, the 2005 version is an unorganised mess! The tunnels ruined, one ring is destroyed and I have no idea how many participants we're supposed to expect considering Los Diablos entered at the same time with their manager, while Black Angel and Oscar Hernandez were taken out before they could even reach the Halos!
The fans give Hin See a good reception as he walks out... walking cane in one hand, microphone in the other. Most of the eyes in the arena now rest on him, but that doesn't cause a break for the superstars as the in-Halo action continues while the Asian Cowboy speaks.
Hin See: Ladies and gentleman, PRIME superstars and officials, I have an important announcement to make!
The crowd are listening as are the officials... two out of three isn't bad and in fairness, at least a select few of the competitors are paying attention.
Hin See: Due to the "malfunction" in Halo 2, I am ruling that area unsuitable for competition. I cannot sanction any further eliminations inside of a broken ring, but I can sanction the relocation of all Halo 2 competitors to Halo 1! Furthermore, due to the excess of superstars that will be present in that Halo, eliminations can now occur not only inside of the ring in Halo 1, but also on the upperlevel!
Richard: WHAT!? Relocation!? What sort of Dual Halo match only has one active Halo!?
Nick: Pipe down, Hin See hasn't finished.
Hin See: Luckily myself and Mr Bojangles had a couple innovative emergency back-up measures implemented incase such scenario occurred tonight. Thank you for your attention and enjoy the rest of this contest!
Lowering the microphone, Hin See makes a hand signal to the stagemanager who acknowledges his boss, drawing a walkie-talkie from his pocket. Within seconds what seems like a ringcrew army rush from the righthand side of the entrance set and flock around Halo 1. Some have tools, other have cables and ladders whilst the rest have welding kits. Getting on with the job at hand, the ringcrew begin setting up their ladders and some insta-scaffolding, while in the background a herd of zebras... um, referees hurry towards Halo 2. With the inside of the Sapporo Dome now ressembling a contruction site, Hin See makes his way up to the announce position where it appears Mr Bojangles has already joined Nick and Richard.
Nick: Folks, I don't know exactly what to make of this, but hopefully Hin See can explain more once he puts his headset on.
Sucking up to an employer he routinely berates on air, Richard hands the spare headset to Hin See. The Asian Cowboy removes his Stretson for the moment so he can don the headset, while the other furry co-owner (Bojangles) hops onto the desk and curls up in a ball right on top of Richard's monitor, licking his paw.
Nick: Hin See can you hear me? What's going on out here? Hin See?
Hin See: (sitting down) I can hear you Nicholas, I suppose you're wondering just what's happening around the Dual Halo right now.
Nick: The thought had crossed our minds, yes.
Hin See: It's simple, you see last year this structure took one hell of a beating, we had to have plans in reserve incase for whatever reason one of the Halos became too damaged to compete in... I'll admit, we were thinking more along the lines of the tunnel collapsing, or the pieces of the upper level giving way... not the entire ring!
Richard: Mr Bojangles... please sir... I can't see my monitor!
Bojangles just Meows, leaving Richard to try and shift Cecil Cassidy's pet further along to Nick's side of the desk.
Nick: But what are these special measures you're speaking of? What are the ringcrew doing to Halo 1!?
Hin See: Don't worry Nick, they'll be finished in a few minutes, they just need to make a few modifications. Meanwhile the referee's who are inactive inside of the Halo need to shift the superstars that are currently in Halo 2... to Halo 1.
Nick: Well that's going to be easier said than done!
Flooding Halo 2, the officials try to get inbetween the battling superstars and escort them around to the opposing side of the structure so that they can enter Halo 1. Things don't go smoothly because despite the referee's presence, several superstars including Nova and Big Poppa opt to continue fighting until the zebras manage to prise them apart. Slowly and one by one, the superstars on the lower level of Halo 2 are filtered out, whilst those currently on the upper level (Rolo and Vampir) are left to their own devices as they brawl back into the tunnel. Once The Specialist and the Dark Age leader are deep into the passage way, three officials make their way to the upperlevel and pull the inactive tunnel door back across, padlocking it shut and sealing Halo 2 off from the remaining point of entry. Now onto these "modifications" to Halo 1. You see, Hin See had a plan incase for whatever reason the match would have to be restricted to just one Halo. To allow easier and less dangerous access to the upper level, the ringcrew disconnect several of the stationary supports to reveal that part of the second Halo floor is actually hinged. The ladder folds inward as the now loosened section of flooring is slowly lowered to the same level at the mat-height steel panel floor that surrounds half of the ring, creating a large ramp that leads smoothly up to the upper level. On the opposite side of the Halo, the same trick is performed, creating a skating bowl style half-crescent with both ramps angled at about 40 degrees... hardly steep. The bottom of the two rampways level off at padded floor level, covering the steps that previously lead from the floor, to the raised flooring section. Think of tilting a cup of coffee at the same angle and you'll get a rough idea of how Halo 1 now looks... except of course the fixed remainder of the upper floor is as flat as it was before, with a small section on the non-tunnel side now left isolated and redundant. Note that Wesley James has moved from Halo 1 and is now responsible for making any submission calls or counting any pinfalls that take place on the newly transformed upper level.
Nick: So let me get this straight, eliminations can now occur on the upper level as well as inside the ring?
Hin See: That's correct as well as inside the remaining portion of the tunnel. I promised the fans a Dual Halo match to surpass last year's and I intend to deliver... now I think it's best to leave you gentleman to do you jobs, while I get backstage and carry out mine.
Nick: Wait Hin See, there's one more matter that needs clearing up... did you allow Los Diablos to enter together!?
Hin See: Yes Nicholas I did, you see there was a few last minute changes to personnel so I needed to free up a couple of entry spots. Bundling Los Diablos together as a single entry seemed the most logical choice, although I did SLIGHTY exceed 30 participant limit, but then I'm the co-owner of PRIME... I can do that.
Letting his words linger, Hin See removes the headset and leaves the announce position with Bojangles in tow. While the referee's finally lead the remaining Halo 2 competitors into the new-look Halo 1, Richard brushes the fur from his clothes.
Richard: Ugh, look at this mess! That furball has ruined my suit!
Nick: Forget about your suit, this match has gone from a Dual Halo to a Solo Halo! This match was out of control when these competitors were spread out in the whole structure, now they've been condensed into... I can't even begin to imagine what will happen, this is unprecedented!
Richard: Duh! Of course it's unprecedented, this is only the second ever Dual Halo match and Halo 1 better be able to fit another participant in, because we're due another entrant!
As the opening notes of "Don't Drink The Water" by DMB echo through the arena all the color fades out as red lights engulf the arena. Moments later "First Blood" Daniel Pierce appears out of the entrance tunnel with Eve. Pierce wears a red suit and tie with a white shirt and handkerchief while Eve wears a black backless and sleeveless body suit with a red stripe down the side. They make their way down the aisle, taunting the crowd by waving and blowing kisses, passing a dazed Unstoppable Eugene being lead to the back by his enraged mother, until First Blood stops and removes his entrance garments, heading for the only accessible Halo.
Nick: Earlier in the show Hin See placed First Blood in an Intense Title No DQ Glass Ring Match and set the bout against the champion Killean Sirrajin for the first edition of ReVolution following this broadcast. Now it looks like we could see a preview as both Sirrajin and Pierce will be in the same Halo!
Richard: Look on the brightside Nick, First Blood could win this match and declare himself the new Intense champion without even having to set foot in the ring with Sirrajin on ReVolution.
The scene has been set and the deck or more precisely the Halo is stacked. Now populated by eighteen participants, we return to focus on the situation inside Halo 1 now that the final members of the ringcrew have left. Already the action has spread onto the transformed upper level with Nova and Big Poppa exchanging blows as they slowly beat the other further up the east rampway. Moving in the opposite direction, Tony Rolo spears Vampir Nosferatu and the duelling pair roll down the length of the ramp, ending up in a heap at the bottom. Quickest to the beat, Rolo climbs ontop of Vampir and starts to rabbit punch the bloodsuckers cranium until Dani Furher intervenes. Making his first moves since being treated to an Unstoppable Force from Eugene, Furher presses Rolo against the chainlink wall, slugging him with lefts and rights.
Nick: This match was hard enough to call with two Halos...
Richard: Get with the program Nick, Dani Furher just displayed his loyality to the cause and came to the aid of his Dark Age leader...
Nick: Uh oh, The HIT is bringing more furniture into play!
Trapezoid? GET THE TABLES! Sliding his item of choice out from underneath the ring, The HIT lifts the folded wooden talbe into the ring. The former UWF extremist reaches up to climb into the ring, but cops a baseball slide from Jackson Darilek that sends the HIT backwards into the mesh. Now it's down to Darilek to set the table, unfolding the legs while Angello Deville is seen stalking K-Wolf as she runs across the length of the ring to inflict a cartwheel corner kick on Brandon Youngblood. Waiting for the former tSC'er to slump to the canvas, the Negasonic Lupine looks to follow up with a springboard attack, but Deville brings a halt to proceedings by ruthlessly burying his forearm into Wolfenden's lower back as she jumps onto the middle rope. Letting out a yelp of pain, K-Wolf realises that Deville has painted a target on that particular section of her body, already softened up from her match against The HIT. Jamming his elbow into the back of Wolfendens neck, the Devil's Don drives his knee into the lower portion of her spine. This continues until Youngblood gets back to his feet and indiscriminately grabs Deville by the hair and tries to open him up with taped punches to the forehead.
Richard: Brandon Youngblood is a savage in there... I'm impressed! In fact, Youngblood is now one of my favorites to win this match.
Nick: ONE of your favorites? Gee Richard, don't put your neck on the line or anything... Maybe you should...
Richard: Maybe YOU should keep an eye on the timer, that way I wouldn't have to keep telling you when another entrant is about to arrive!
Nick: Well by my count this will be our 23rd entrant, but I still have Hin See's words ringing in my ears... how many more participants are still to come!?
Papa Roach's "Getting Away With Murder" starts to play, throwing the fans into a confused groan, unable to instantly associate the theme with a PRIME superstar. The answer comes in the form of the giant PRIME-A-Tron screen as Boda's entrance montage is screened, drawing massive heat from the fans who were earlier chanting his name.
Richard: Alright Nick, get on your feet and show our new Universal champion some respect!
A large silhouette that clearly belongs to the Big Bad Boda Daddy appears behind the sealed glass entrance doors, waiting for them to open. Before the doors part, another silhouette is seen approaching the first with some considerable speed. The silhouette attributed to Boda turns and...
"SMASH!"
Boda comes smashing through the doors in a shower of glass, with his aggressor lying on top of him. Driven by emotion, Jon Kano relentlessly lays into a man he considered (up until an hour ago) to be one of his closest friends. At present any such feelings of friendship had evaporated.
Nick: KANO-SPEAR! Jon Kano just drove the Universal Champion straight through those doors... there's glass everywhere!
Richard: What in the!? It's bad enough Kano comes to Culture Shock and sticks his nose into the Universal Title match... and now THIS!
A posse mixed with security staff and officials pour from the back, intent on restoring order and dragging the two PCW Hall Of Famer's apart. Kano doesn't go easily, but eventually a pair of handcuffs are produced and placed around his wrists as Boda picks himself up. Using Kano's helpless state to his advantage, Boda throws a solid right hand at his attacker, getting in a second punch for good measure before he is blocked off and ordered to get into the Dual Halo. Getting vast enjoyment out of chanting the names of now defunct wrestling promotions as they do, a few sections of the crowd try to start a "PCW!" chant that echoes in the background as Kano is frogmarched backstage.
Richard: That's it, take him to jail! How dare some outsider ambush our Universal Champion ahead of the biggest match of the year!
Nick: Jon Kano probably feels as dirty and betrayed as the rest of our good fans, by what has happened tonight and I doubt he'll forget this in a hurry!
Richard: Sure, he'll have plently of time to think all about it as he sits, detained in a cell... right now I'd rather focus on individuals who are actually involved in this match, just like Jackson Darilek!
Trading punches with Peter Vetra, Darilek ducks a left hook and makes his shiney purple tights wearing aggressor fall across the second rope, thanks to a drop toe-hold. His opponent stunned, Darilek hits the ropes on the farside and comes back with his version of Rey-Rey's 619, booting Vetra in the face. In the opposite corner, the relatively fresh Angello Deville is engaged in a chopping battle with sixth entrant Brandon Youngblood. Deville wins through and tips Youngblood upside down into a tree-of-woe predicament, then places one foot on the middle rope and the other on the former tSC'ers crotch. Pulling on the top rope, the GTT3 winner grinds his boot into Youngblood's jewels for the best part of 20 seconds... until Morales shoves Deville in the back, causing him to spill onto the mat level flooring outside.
Nick: Darilek just dimmed Vetra's lights with the Split Infinity, but how on earth is Morales still in there?
Richard: A simple tactic Nick... hit and run! Not to mention that although Angelus is history, Baltaser is still in with a shout of winning this match.
Keen not to identified by the Devil's Don, Morales flees the scene of the crime as our focus returns to Peter Vetra. Having been 619'ed in the head, dizziness takes ahold as the Alias Title hopeful gets back to his feet. Luckily someone has left a nearby table set up for support, which Vetra duly uses... making it easy for Darlik to slam his head into the wooden surface. Bowling Vetra ontop of the table, "PRIMEtime" Darilek points to the ceiling and heads to the top turnbuckle. Setting his balance, Darilek lifts off and executes a breathtaking double shooting star press... "CRUNCH!" He eats nothing but table as Vetra rolls off at the crucial moment, leaving Darilek lying inbetween the shattered table remains.
Nick: OH MY! Nobody was home for the Gravity Be Damned and Jackson Darilek just went straight through that table!
Richard: Risks don't come much higher than a double SSP, but Darliek blew it and now he's going to pay the consequences.
Seizing on the opportunity, Vetra jerks his high-flying opponent back up and drops him down again with a springboard moonsault DDT aka the Underestimation as also used by former PRIME employee Adam St.Ours. There's nothing metrosexual about the effect the move has on Darilek and as soon as Vetra makes the cover, the three count is never in doubt.
Nick: Jackson Darilek paid the consequences alright, he's been eliminated following that miscalculation...
Richard: Miscalculation? Is that what they call breaking a table with your own body these days.
Rising up from successfully pinning "The Poster Child For Don't Try This At Home", Vetra stands over the fallen Darilek in a dominant fashion... that is until Aimz catches him unawares and takes him to the mat with a sunset flip. Already in position, Bernie Roberts makes the neccessary count, but Vetra manages to kick out at two-and-a-half. Aggrivated that the fWo star would have the gaul to try an eliminate him, Vetra hoists the Red Raver up for a powerbomb... only for her to count with a samurai driver, leaving both superstars flat on the deck.
Nick: Wow, Peter Vetra was nearly following Darilek back to the lockeroom in a matter of seconds... it just goes to show that you can't take your eyes off of ANYONE in this match!
Dani Furher ploughs his feet into Tony Rolo's chest, on the south side of the Halo, knocking The Specialist backwards over the rope and into the ring. The Infamous one goes to follow, but spots a prefered target across the Halo, an individual who committed what Furher saw as treason against the Dark Age... Ozric Mortimer. Since the Enlightenment clown is tussling with First Blood on the upper level rampway across the other point of the structure, Furher heads up the ramp on his side, aiming to meet Mortimer at the top. Meanwhile Rolo gets back to a vertical base and immediately has to absorb a snap K-Wolf kick with his jaw. The strikes sends him flailing backwards into fellow former EW star, Shane Wethers who also has his back turned. Instinctively they turn to face one another.
Richard: That's is Furher, seek out the backstabbing clown! I'd also like to note that it's good to see Boda has now entered the Halo after suffering that CRIMINAL attack by trespasser Jon Kano... what a trooper our Universal Champion is!
Nick: Would you stop riding Boda's bandwagon already! He's worse than the lowest form of... wait, what's happening to Tony Rolo?
Richard: Delayed concussion? Wolfenden did light him up pretty good with that stiff kick of hers.
Rolo drops to his knees, at the mercy of a searing pain that suddenly engulfs his head. His temples are literally throbbing, just like the pounding introduction of Tyler Lopez who is due to walk out as the next entrant as the next two minute interval arrives. "M-O-N-E-Y" [BOOM!] "P-O-W-E-R" [BOOM!] "R-E-S-P-E-C-T" [BOOM!] The Scietific Apparatus emerges from the tunnel, through the wreckage created by Boda and Kano, with Passion at his side. The focus though remains inside the Halo where Tony Rolo has become the center of attention. Richard's presumption is off the mark as usual, K-Wolf's kick wasn't the cause for The Specialist's stricken condition, his ordeal has been triggered by something... the sight of Shane Wethers. Desperately trying to piece together the puzzle in his head, Rolo lets out an anguished cry, clawing at his face as his search for answers just drew up blanks. Falling forwards onto his hands, he takes a second look at the bemused and bloody Eternal Punk, before completely breaking down. Snapping his head back, he yells the same words towards the heavens that he did last year after losing to Boda on the ReVolution his disappearance and subsequent disintergration of his family.
"WHAT DID THEY DO TO MMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!?!?!"
Showing concern, Wethers moves towards Rolo when the former 2x Global Champion bucks up with a crazed look etched in his face. Before the Eternal Punk can react, Rolo starts plastering him with a furious volley punches.
Richard: Quick Nick, someone phone the asylum because Rolo has snapped again!
Nick: Good Lord! Tony Rolo is beating the tar out of Shane Wethers... and he's not stopping there!
Inevitably Wethers falls due to the onslaught of blows and tries to roll away from his aggressor, but to his surprise Rolo changes targets and flattens Wolfenden with a scything clotheslines. With the red mist clouding his judgement, The Specialist is just attacking in an indiscriminate fashion as if he were a cornered animal defending his territory to the death due to primal instinct. After tossing Morales clean out of the ring to the padded floor below, Rolo charges and spears his client Baltaser against the turnbuckles. The Mexican beast then staggers out and gets Roloplexed into oblivion.
Nick: Good Grief! What a Roloplex! Baltaser is a monster and Tony Rolo nearly drove him straight through the canvas!
Richard: Do we have any orderlies in the Sapporo Dome, because I think Rolomania has gone insane!
Rolo hooks the leg and scores the pinfall over the Los Diablos member to the horror of Morales on the outside. Realising that he is now without protection inside of the Halo, the quick thinking manager lifts up the apron and scurries into the darkness underneath the ring. The fans are now backing Rolo's rampage... but their cheers wane as the former IcWa posterboy climbs off of the eliminated Baltaser and spearbusters the slender frame of Aimz to the canvas. Not content with this he grabs the limp Red Raver and props her head against the second buckle, then brings back his right foot to stomp only for the newly arrived Tyler Lopez to intervene. Numbing Rolo with a couple of left hands, Lopez gives The Specialist a Crushed Desire (Bubba Ray Dudley's "Bubba Bomb") to quell his frenzied rampage... or so he thought. Apparently unphased, Rolo rises back to a vertical base behind Lopez who is posing to the Hokkaido crowd. The superstar formally known as White Tiger doesn't sense the danger he's in as Rolo builds up a head of steam and nearly turns Lopez inside out with a spear. A couple of seconds after Lopez's body hits the mat, Rolo lines up a new target and gives Brandon Youngblood a dose of the same although choosing a lou thez press as opposed to a spear this time. The mounted punches that follow are so ferocious that they open up Youngblood above the left eye, splattering the Jolt superstars blood over the fists of Rolo.
Nick: Rolo is laying waste to everything around him... this isn't right Richard... this isn't the Tony Rolo the fans know and love... this is something else!
Richard: Don't pretend this is anything new Nick! Remember what happened on the final ReVolution of 2003? That foul-mouthed and unhinged lunatic destroyed and then set fire to the whole set!
Youngbloods efforts to cover up almost seem futile until a reprieve comes in the form of Angello Deville. Seeing Rolo's current dominance in the ring as a challenge, Deville opens up his hand and tauntingly slaps The Specialist across the back of the head. This arrogant act instantly grabs Rolo's attention, causing him to cease trying to turn Youngbloods face into a bloody pulp and focus on the new challenge behind him. Still twitching worringly, Rolo slowly rises to his feet, approaching Deville for a rousing staredown. Curbing his frenzied anger for the briefest of moments, Rolo and Deville provide the fans with one of those teasing kodak moments, but before either man throws a punch, Rolo cranes his head sideways to see Boda standing on the apron. With one foot through the ropes and the look on his face as evidence, the Big Bad Boda Daddy has been caught redhanded trying to sneak back into the squared circle to pounce on Rolo. Bypassing Deville, Rolo launches himself at Boda within a heartbeat and knocks former OSW powerhouse off of the apron. Hopping down to join him on the padded floor, Rolo starts opening up on Boda, forcing him against the mesh side of the Halo while the PCW Hall Of Famer starts getting in a few shots of his own. As the two marquee superstars brawl, a small section of the trailing ring apron rises as Morales investigates what is going on outside before he recluses again.
Nick: I don't know exactly what set Tony Rolo off, but he's like a man possessed exchanging blows with Boda!
Richard: That's all well and good Nick, but look at the smarts of Morales... he's actually HIDING underneath the ring! That's genius!
Nick: It's cowardise! It's almost on a par with Ian English hiding in the tunnel last year, but whereas that treacherous limey could get the job done, Morales is going to have to come out eventually to overcome at least one opponent!
Richard: Don't underestimate him. If you don't believe he's a threat, then ask Cimmerian!
Nick: Please, don't twist the facts. If we're going to talk about threats in this match, then you can put any of our last few entrants in that same category. Anyone entering the Dual Halo at this late stage has a great chance and the two minute mark has passed... lets see who's out next!
Boda dives to his right at the last moment to avoid Rolo's spear and leave the former IcWa star to feel the full brunt of the steel steps as he smacks straight into them. The surrounding fans throw a few jeers in the direction of the Universal Champion as Boda taps his head to illustrate his ringsmarts. His smile soon fades however as the Sapporo Dome goes pitch black, then suddenly jolts back to life as "The Watcher" by Dr. Dre blares over the speakers. The fans pop, instantly recognising Jon Kano's theme and then seeing the man himself as the feed cuts backstage to show officials removing the handcuffs that were applied only three-to-four minutes prior. With his shackles removed, Kano flexes his arms and makes his way through the futuristic interior of the entrance tunnel, towards the main bowl of the arena.
Nick: Oh my! Can it be!?
Richard: No it can't! That thug should be in the back of a police car, not on his way to the Dual Halo!
A few pyros explode around the sides of the obelisks as Kano emerges underneath the glare of the PRIME-A-Tron. With a score now to settle, Boda shouldercharges the Halo door, knocking both referee's on the outside to the ground as he exits the structure in order to intercept his former friend in the aisle. Not wanting to shirk the challenge, Kano breaks into a run and the pair collide like two semi's on the interstate.
Nick: Here we go! Boda and Kano! Boda and Kano!
The tongue in cheek "PCW" chant starts to resonate again as the pair trade punches in the aisle, neither man giving ground as they continue to hammer away at one another. Back inside the Halo, Dani Furher finally battles his way to the upper level and more importantly to Ozric Mortimer. The Infamous one hurls himself at Mortimer, knocking the former EPW clown into the mesh beside the now sealed tunnel. Cracking the painted face of Mortimer against one of the steel supports, Furher beats the Enlightenment member down and applies a Liontamer, torquing the back. Having been involved in the match from the very begining, the hold takes it's toll on Ozric's body. Soon enough, Wesley James moves in to check for a submission, but Mortimer keeps hanging on. About ten feet away at the rop of the left rampway, First Blood waits for Killean Sirrajin to inadvertantly position himself as the Supreme Machine resumes after planting The HIT with a The Arrow (his trademark spinebuster), causing Trapezoid to slide limply downwards. Sirrajin turns and WHAM!, Pierce hits the Intense Champion with a uppercut palm strike to the chin.
Richard: Look at Dani Furher go, he's tearing Ozric Mortimer a new one up there!
Nick: We've got two PCW Hall Of Famers throwing themselves around in the aisle and... Bloody Sunday! First Blood just cracked Killean Sirrajin in the jaw... and I think he's drawn blood!
Richard: There's no "thinking" about it Nick, I can see some crimson!
Sirrajin wipes his hand across his mouth, pulling it away stained with blood. The Supreme Machine couldn't be sure if it was just a busted lip, or if his fellow countryman has actually knocked out a few teeth. Pierce doesn't let this self assessment continue for long and fistdrops Sirrajin, while barely in shot, Mortimer manages to jerk his legs forward and throw Furher off. This only buys him a few seconds of respite, because Furher is soon back on his former stablemate and trying to choke Mortimer out with a cobra clutch... holding him for his leader. Methodically walking up the rampway, Vampir Nosferatu steps over the fallen bodies of Nova and Big Poppa (who managed to double clothesline each other) and approaches the clown who once had a place in his sadistic flock. Mortimer had long since burnt those bridges and now he was going to pay the price. The two Dark Ages share the task and start to stomp, punch and claw the heck out of their victim.
Nick: This isn't looking good for Ozric... he's been singled out by the Dark Age and now they're doing their utmost to...
Richard: ...to put him out of his misery. Don't give him sympathy Nick, Ozric Mortimer didn't have to join and then betray the Dark Age. As the old saying goes, he's made his bed and now he has to lie in it!
Mortimer's eyes start to glaze over as Furher drags the clown up, holding him so that Nosferatu can dish out any further punishment at his leisure. Before Mortimer's life flashes before his eyes however, the cavalry arrives in the form of Emilio Rage. The Nicaraguan grabs Vampir by his long jet black hair to pull him away, then full nelson slams him onto the grated floor. Seeing his leader go down like a ton of bricks, Furher releases Mortimer and lunges at Rage. He misses with his first lunge and then fails to connect with a following jumping superkick... or at least he failed to connect with Emilio Rage. The stray superkick catches First Blood in the back of the head, causing Pierce to almost fall into the waiting arms of Killean Sirrajin.
Nick: SUPREME JUSTICE!
Laying Blood out with his STF-like finisher, Sirrajin rolls Daniel Pierce onto his back and makes the cover. The referee hurries into position and you can almost here the scream of despair from Eve on the outside as her man is eliminated from the proceedings.
Richard: No! First Blood just got pinned... what have you done Furher!?
Nick: Killean Sirrajin just eliminated Pierce, imagine what momentum that'll give him going into ReVolution next week when they wrestle for the Intense Title!
Holding her head in her hands, Eve walks away from Haloside where the other valets are located. Of course Melissa Garvin and Eleanor Kannon-Hall remain, since their respective interests are still involved in the match, but the pair scatter as Boda and Kano come crashing through, still pummeling each other. Managing to shove Boda backwards, Kano attempts his second Kanospear of the evening, but the Big Bad Boda Daddy telegraphs the move and powerslams "The Man Who Rocketh the Mosteth" to the ground.
Nick: Somebody needs to go and get those two men back into the Dual Halo...
Richard: Are you volunteering?
Nick: Are you kidding, you couldn't pay me enough to step in between them at the moment!
The timer shows another two minutes is virtually up as Rage and Mortimer double suplex Furher on the second floor of the Halo. Back at the announce desk, Richard begins to convulse.
Nick: Great double team move by... what are you doing Richard?
Richard: I don't know Nick... I... I can feel a power of goodness and morality surging through my body... this can only mean one thing...
The inside of the Dome goes dark until 'Personal Jesus' by Depeche Mode begins to play and gold lights flash in time to the drumbeat. When the lyrics begin the lights stop and a single white spot light seemingly from heaven shines down, but not in the center of the entrance as you'd expect, but to the right of the set instead.
Nick: Oh for the love of God...
The customised gold Cadillac slowly wheels into view, it's bodywork covered with numerous silver crosses as if there was any doubt as to whom it belonged. The gas guzzling vehicle makes the turn and trundles down the wide aisle... as if it were part of a parade before coming to halt at the bottom. The door opens and out steps Hoyt Williams in his usual garb that would put Elvis to shame. The fans show Duke William's son the sort of respect he's become accustomed to... none, but Hoyt is unconcerned and far too busy holding up the two belts now in his possession.
Richard: Oh praise Hoyt! Not only is he God's Champion but now he's the 5-Star Champion as well! He joins the exclusive club of PRIME superstars who have held two titles at once...
Nick: He would, except for the fact that God's Title is not an officially recognised title within this company, it's a belt that Hoyt Williams made for himself!
Leaving his lavish ride in the aisle, Hoyt strips down to his standard ring attire and trails Boda who is dragging Kano back into the Halo. Once Kano has been thrown back inside, Hoyt makes his move and floors Boda with a clubbing shot across the back of the head. As God's other son leads Boda back into the halo, the relieved officials bolt the Halo entrance shut to avoid a repeat of what just happened with the former PCW'ers.
Richard: That's it Hoyt, put a beating down on Boda that would make Duke proud!
Nick: Is he just going to leave that ridiculous looking vehicle at Haloside?
Richard: He's the son of God, Nick. That entitles him to do whatever he wants.
Nick: Uh oh, look at this... Karina Wolfenden is in trouble!
After misjudging a shining wizard, K-Wolf finds herself at the mercy of Shane Wethers as the Eternal Punk prepares her for his Stairway to Heaven finishing manoeuvre (a double arm DDT, performed like Pedigree). It looks like it might be curtains for Wolfenden, but what Wethers doesn't anticipate is a threat from above. Poised on the top rope, Aimz flies through the air and takes the former EW star down with her patented corkscrew moonsault to DDT. Wethers skull hits the mat, K-Wolf falls sideways to safety and Aimz goes for the pin with the approval of the fans ringing in her ears as the good people of Hokkaido are in awe of the move.
Nick: DEAD AIM! Wethers didn't even see it coming until it was too late!
Richard: I don't know what sort of combination of substances Aimz is one, but that was impressive... for a woman.
Sexist attitudes apart, the senior official Bernie Roberts springs into action and three counts later, Shane Wethers participation in this years Dual Halo is over. Aimz picks herself up and locks eyes with Wolfenden who casts the fWo star a look of suspicion. The tension between them is evident, especially since the Negasonic Lupine was confident she had the situation in hand before Aimz made it her business to get involved.
Nick: The Red Raver just eliminated the Eternal Punk, but I don't think Karina knows exactly what to make of Amy Campbells actions, considering their less than friendly verbal exchange backstage. What an effort by Wethers though, he had been in this match for a LONG time... over the 40 minute mark by my watch.
Richard: Well at least the burden that is Shane Wethers was just removed from this match, now lets see if the same can be done with Tony Rolo, Emilio Rage, Ozric Mortimer, Jon Kano...
We get a quick shot of Angello Deville and Peter Vetra double teaming Youngblood in the corner... that is until Deville turns on his temporary acquaintance and tries to lock him into a crossface chickenwing. It should be noted that Youngblood is bleeding heavily after Rolo opened him up several minutes ago, the former tSC'er is definitely wearing the figurative crimson mask. On the subject of Rolo, The Specialist's previous rage seems to have subsided as he re-enters the ring and engages Tyler Lopez in a fist fight. Meanwhile Wolfenden picks herself up, but before she can question Aimz's actions, Hoyt Williams strikes from behind. The son of duke bulldozes into the back of K-Wolf, causing a meeting of the minds as she and the Red Raver's heads collide.
Nick: Dammit, that's just Hoyt Williams in a nutshell right there!
Richard: Don't judge our saviour, you sinner. I expect Hoyt didn't take too kindly to the way Wolfenden insinuated earlier that she carried Tessa Windsor to tag team success in both PRIME and PTC.
The lights cut, as they have done with most entrance tonight before they take on a flickering reddish cast as the slow, creepy "While The City Sleeps" by MC 900 Ft Jesus starts to play. A murmur of confusion can be heard coming from the fans, that is until flames appear on the PRIME-A-Tron screen and the Trashcan Man makes his way out. Raising a trashcan high with his orange gloved hands, TCM passes down the aisle with some of his many legendary hardcore spots being flashed upon various video screens around the Dome.
Nick: It's TRASHCAN MAN! I'd heard the reports, but I did't believe them until now!
Richard: Don't tell me he's a member of the roster now too... what is this, PCW!?
Trashcan Man's presence prompts another "PCW" as he heads to the Halo, bringing the trashcan in with him. In the middle of TCM's entrance, we switch to the upper level of the Halo where Big Poppa's focus has moved from Nova onto Emilio Rage after the Nicaraguan threw a punch at him for getting in the way of the Dark Age/Enlightenment conflict. Sirrajin steps into aid Rage, but by wading into the fracas, he inadvertantly cops a spinning heel kick from Nova. As the four fight with their unfamiliar opponents, Vampir Nosferatu takes advantage of a distracted Ozric Mortimer by spinning the clown around and giving him a hard body shot. His former subject hunches over, making it almost effortless for the former OSW soul stalker to running powerbomb him down and then slap on a boston crab.
Richard: Vampir has Mortimer in the Pentacifix! Give in you treacherous clown... SUBMIT!
Mortimer groans in agony as Nosferatu applies the pressure, signalling the nearby referee to check the hold. Fighting the hold as best he can, Ozric looks for his allies, not realising that they are currently tied up dealing with the two former AW'ers. His predicament becomes a whole lot worse as Furher moves in and places his hated enemy in a hold that resemble the Rings Of Saturn, which is probably an improvisation due to the nature of Vampir's hold, since it's certainly a move we haven't seen the Infamous one use before. Emilio Rage can see the danger his stablemate is in, but is unable to involve himself as Big Poppa forces him up against the chainlink side. With his body being ravaged with the pain from the dual submission holds, Ozric Mortimer has no choice but to surrender before his promising career is dashed.
Nick: Dammit, Ozric just couldn't take the punishment any longer... he have to tap out or risk spinal chord being snapped like a twig!
Rage knocks Big Poppa aside with a karate strike, but is too late to change Ozric's fate. He does however refuse to let his stablemate suffer any longer at the hands of the Dark Age and grabs Vampir's head, DDTing straight out of the boston crab. Furher on the otherhand continues to tug back on Mortimer, his sole aim to cripple the traitor. Fortunately for the Enlightenment, Sirrajin is soon on hand and frees the clown by stomping on the back of Furher's head. The Alias and Intense Champions surround their fallen comrade as a couple of officials rush up the ramp to help and remove the eliminated superstar from the match, the same routine that normally takes place off camera throughout the contest.
Richard: That's right, drag his carcass out of there!
Nick: Show a little respect will you? Ozric Mortimer has been in this match since the opening bell, he's endured over fifty minutes of torture and now it's left to the remaining members of the Enlightenment to make sure that no Dark Age member walks out of the Dual Halo with the victory!
Richard: What would be so bad about tha... Argh! Sweet merciful Hoyt!
"THUNK!"
Hoyt Williams rakes his hands down the back of Aimz, but gets crowned from behind by the trashcan weilding TCM. As Duke William's boy falls to the deck, Trashcan man draws back his now dented weapon and looks for a new target. With the other superstars all facing off with different opponents in the Halo (or down on the mat) the fans cheer as a triad of the PCW old guard now stand in the center of the ring.
Nick: Boda, Trashcan Man, Jon Kano... what a REUNION in the squared circle!
Richard: I'm getting the overbearing whiff of nostalgia filtering into my nostrils...
Trashy raises his occupation related weapon, but Boda boots it straight back into his face before TCM can swing. As one PCW legend falls, Kano sends a barrage of punches the Universal Champion's way, backing him against the ropes. Kano sends Boda into the ropes and displays amazing strength to hoist the Big Bad Boda Daddy into a gorilla press, intending to drop him into a spinebuster (Kanomatic). As a PCW chant ripples through the crowd for what must be the 10th time, Tony Rolo crashes the party and spears Kano in the midriff, causing "The Man Who Rocketh the Mosteth" to drop Boda, causing a three-strong old school superstar pile-up.
Nick: Kanomati... no... Spear by Tony Rolo! He came from out of nowhere and slammed into Jon Kano like a freight train!
Richard: (counting) Two... One... here comes entrant number twenty eight. Are there any more surprises in store?
The lights go out and red and white strobe lights begin to flash around the entrance. "Headstrong" by Trapt begins to play over the sound system, then two white flashs go off and Scott Woods appears out of NOWHERE... the reception he gets confirms that the fans would like him to go back there. Unrelented by the lack of support "The Marked Man" and legendary PRIME enhancement talent heads to the Halo.
Richard: Super... it's Scott Woods. Cue another brilliant mystery entrant from Hin See.
Nick: How can you complain when this match has already been gatecrashed by the likes of Angello Deville, Jon Kano and Trashcan Man!?
Trashcan Man gets back to his feet, not even bothering to see if he is cut open from boot-meets-trashcan incident, to find his two previous opponents now laid out on the mat. The Hardcore Legend sees his trashcan laying just a few feet away, but as he goes to retrieve it, another pair of hands grab the other end. TCM looks up to identify the culprit and locks horns with the red afro-sporting Hardcore Isosceles Trapezoid. The fans pop BIG as the two hardcore icons engage in a game a tug-of-war over the garbage can. Entering the Halo on the east side, Scott Woods decides to make Karina Wolfenden his first victim and grabs the Negasonic Lupine by the shoulder. She spins around, but things don't go as the Marked Man plans and K-Wolf lays the glorified jobber out with the Whirlwind Romance. The pin that follows is purely academic, although Wolfenden takes no chances and hooks both legs as always.
Richard: Hi Scott... bye Scott.
Nick: Karina Wolfenden just sent Scott Woods packing within about 40 seconds of him entering the match... that has to be some sort of record!
K-Wolf barely acknowledges the cover and switches her attention to Angello Deville who is trying to approach on her blindside. Dodging his initial lunge, the Negasonic Lupine springboards off of the ropes... but into the unwelcoming arms of the GTT3 winner. Raising K-Wolf onto his shoulders Deville shows the initial signs of delivering a death valley driver, but his intended victim slips out of his grasp. Now behind the Crimson Angel, K-Wolf dropsaults him in the back, propelling Deville straight into a Bounced Czech from the recovering Boda. Keeping the shoulders down for the pin, Boda gets a nearfall following his trademark manoeuvre with Deville kicking out at two by clapping his legs around the PCW Hall Of Famers head.
Nick: Angello Deville was only half a count or so away from being eliminated, but he had enough left in the tank to escape following the Bounced Czech!
Richard: Trashcan Man and The HIT are still fighting over that blasted trashcan, but never fear because Hoyt is back on his feet!
Instead of seeking retribution against TCM, Hoyt Williams intercepts a charging Jon Kano with a big boot and follows up with a cover. He draws a nearfall against the former PCW star as the tug of war between The HIT and another old school PCW superstar ends with the trashcan coming away with the Trapezoid. Disarmed, but not out of ideas, Trashcan Man strikes with a roaring elbow causing the can to crack backwards into The HIT's face. Dazed, The HIT makes a final swing and nails TCM with the totally misshapen trashcan before falling back against the ropes for support.
Nick: Weapon usage has been rife in this match so far and that's not including using the Dual Halo itself as a weapon!
Above the ring on the upper level, Emilio Rage whacks Big Poppa with a hard forearm and jumps up to deliver the ROAR... but gets denied as Poppa throws the Nicaraguan clean off of the ramp and crashing to the ring below. Admiring his handiwork, Big Poppa leans over the edge to see the Alias Champion laying sprawled across the canvas, but doesn't realise he has unwittingly placed himself in danger. Pulling himself up by using the chainlink, Nova rushes in and drivers the face of his former friend into the panelled floor with his finishing fameasser. The move renders Big Poppa unconscious, his body strewn across the sloped mid-ramp as Nova makes an emotional cover.
Nick: GOOD LORD! Emilio Rage just took another bad fall... wait... DYING STAR DROP! Big Poppa is out like a light!
Richard: How could you Nova!? Big Poppa SAVED your life... in a figurative sense.
Nick: I don't believe that garbage for a minute, Big Poppa sabotaged Nova's entire life to fulfill his own selfish gains, but it looks like the former 5-Star Champions just gained a small measure of revenge!
Big Poppa is history, but the elimination is a fairly hollow sensation for Nova as this single act could not compare to the damage his former friend had done. With another elimination now in the books, Peter Vetra tries to add to the tally as he climbs to the top rope and moonsaults onto the fallen Rage, smoothly landing into a pinning combination. The referee is on hand to count, but the Nicaragian defiantly raises his left shoulder with the count at two and three quarters, preventing Vetra doubling his personal elimination total. As the fans jubilantly echo the "two" count meaning their hero remains in the match, blue strobe lighting illuminates the entrance set and the PRIME-A-Tron flashes up images of binary code and digital numerics until the words "Quartz - The Digital Luchadore" appear.
Richard: It's Quartz! Quartz "The Digital Luchadore" is here at Culture Shock!
Nick: Who in the hell is Quartz "The Digital Luchadore"!?
Richard: I... don't... know...
Some fast paced Japanese techno music kicks in as the mysterious Quartz leaps out of the entrance tunnel. Kitted out in a blue, black and silver jumpsuit with a mask that almost looks like a cheap Machina (of CWL fame) knock-off, The Digital Luchadore sprints towards the Dual Halo structure.
Nick: Well whoever he is, he seems keen enough so lets see what he can do.
Quartz TDL rolls into the ring and locks up with Tyler Lopez who happens to be the nearest opponent. Lopez easily outmuscles the newcomer and suplexes him to the mat... a move that Quartz sells as if he was just hit the chest by a shotgun. Scrambling back to his feet, Quartz retaliates with a sloppy pump kick that the Scientific Apparatus easily deflects before clotheslining the masked nobody over the top rope to the floor outside. Just across from this un-spectacular introduction, Jon Kano is shown jogging up the left rampway to the upper level after laying Hoyt out with a move that is quickly becoming familiar, the Kanospear. Now standing on the edge of the upper level overhang, Kano throws himself off looking to hit a breahtaking HBK-style 3/4 elbow drop from the higher reaches of the Halo. Hoyt remains motionless, but a split second before impact, Kano's target is dragged out of harms way by none other than the Big Bad Boda Daddy. "The Man Who Rocketh the Mosteth" crashes and burns, rolling onto his side and clutching his elbow in pain, leaving Boda with the simple task of making the cover.
Richard: One... Two... Three! Say good night to Jon Kano, Hokkaido!
Nick: Kano took his career in his hands with that death-defying leap, but thanks to Boda he missed and now the Universal Champion has screwed over his supposed friend for a second time in one night!
Richard: Well boo hoo, lets whip out the violins. Just be grateful we still have true superstars in the match, like Boda, Hoyt and Vampir.
Shaking off the ill-effects from Lopez's clothesline, Quartz TDL lifts up the apron and appears to be trying to drag something out from underneath the ring. Sure enough, the masked budget Machina look-a-like drags Morales out by his ankle... and then takes his place underneath the ring. Panicing, the Los Diablos manager tries to return to his fortress of solitude, but someone has spotted reappearance. Tony Rolo reaches over the top rope and hauls "Jumping Bean" back into the ring kicking and screaming.
Nick: I think Morales just got found out, but now we've got Quartz hiding underneath the ring instead!
Richard: Run Morales, RUN!
Throwing his "catch of the day" into the ring, Rolo tries to prevent Morales from crawling away, but The Specialist gets taken down by Vampir Nosferatu who has finally returned to the confines of the squared circle, leaving Furher to deal with Sirrajin on the higher level. The former OSW bloodsucker slams Rolo's head into the turnbuckle and with a Pentacifix firmly in mind, lifts the former IcWa World Champion into the air for the running powerbomb. As Morales scuttles out of shot looking for safety, the Negasonic Lupine K-Wolf picks her spot and legsweeps Nosferatu, causing he and his intended victim to fall. From the powerbomb position, Rolo drops and ends up sitting on Vampir's chest for an unexpected cover. The referee though is out of position, not that it matters however as Wolfenden plants a kick on Rolo's right temple to knock him off. One 360 horizontal rotation legdrop (360 Alien Drop) later, K-Wolf has everything in control until Brandon Youngblood makes his first offensive contribution to the match for a while and chopblocks the former RPW starlet. Knowing that her feet are her most deadly weapons, Youngblood drags K-Wolf to the edge of the ring where he places her left leg (the same leg he hit with the chopblock) across the bottom rope and proceeds to stomp.
Nick: Youngblood isn't the first competitor to try and neutralise K-Wolf in this fashion so far in this match, but he's doing an effective job at the moment.
Richard: It's no secret that nearly all of Wolfendens offense depends on her being able to use her legs, therefore logic would dictate you target that area.
Resorting to the next underhanded tactic in his playbook, Morales removes the top turnbuckle pad in the northeast corner of the ring to reveal the steel buckle beneath. Despite exposing the metal, Morales doesn't get to do anything with it as Peter Vetra moves in, causing him to flee. Vetra tries to give chase, but gets plastered by a spinning "Texas Tornado" punch by Hoyt Williams.
Richard: I think Vetra's jaw got knocked back a few inches by Hoyt... the goodness of the Lord was behind that one!
Nick: I don't think the goodness of the Lord would want anything to due with Duke Williams baby boy, nevertheless we've got two Hardcore icons in the Dual Halo with one another right now and both The HIT and Trashcan Man are heading up to the upper level!
Just like Mr Stuart stated, the two former PCW'ers are ascending up the left rampway... fighting every step of the way. Reaching the upper level, TCM has the advantage, but The HIT is only takes so many hits before coming right back with a desperation jawbreaker. Trashcan Man ROCKS, but not in the Jon Kano sense, he just rocks backwards and steps dangerously near the edge of the overhang. Trapezoid tries to knock his legendary opponent off of the ledge, but TCM blocks and throws The HIT backwards into the mesh. Due to the flexibility material The HIT's able to spring right back and blast Trashy with a forearm.
Nick: Trashcan Man was just knocked silly and now he's in BIG trouble!
Richard: Parallel Bases II!? From off of the upper level!?
Nick: He can't do this... he could cripple Trashcan Man... and himself in the process!
Richard: DEAL WITH IT! DEAL WITH IT!
Richard laughs, using the now defunct anti-HIT chant to taunt his colleague. Spinning TCM into the classic pumphandle position, The HIT lifts him into the air intending to manipulate him into an emerald fusion, but Trashy denies him by sliding out. Before HIT can find his bearings, Trashcan Man kicks him in the gut and bends him over for the Pyro Driver... but now HIT counters! Raising his head, the exhausted Trapezoid backbody drops the Hardcore Legend over edge, but then loses his footing and joins him in the plummet.
Nick: OH MY GOD! They BOTH fell!
Bigtime "OHHH!" from the crowd as the pair land HARD on the canvas, with Trashcan Man hitting the deck about point four of a second before The HIT does. Somehow, the latter has enough ring awareness to roll onto his side a drape the limpest of arms across the chest of multiple personality disorder sufferer... One... Two... Three!
Nick: How in the... The HIT got the pin, but I have no idea how he's still moving in there!
Richard: It looks like Trashcan Man is going to have DEAL WITH IT! "IT" being elimination!
Having used the last of his resiliance to turn onto his stomach to cover, Trapezoid can offer no defence for himself as an opportunistic Hoyt Williams hauls him up and places the former UWF star on his shoulder. Seeing the exposed buckle, Hoyt runs full pelt towards it and drives The HIT against the metal before delivering the powerslam part of the Oklahoma Stampede.
Richard: The HIT just got Crucified and Saved! Praise Hoyt here comes the cover!
Landing with his full weight on the Trapezoid, the son of Duke stays down for the pin and gets rewarded by the subsequent three count, sealing the fate of The HIT. Hoyt sits up from the successful pinfall to a rousing ovation from the fans in Hokkaido, but despite any dellusions the new 5-Star Champion might have, the noise is a sign of appreciation directed towards the fallen HIT.
Nick: Listen to this support for The Hardcore Isosceles Trapezoid, he seems to have won the hearts of many here in the Sapporo Dome.
Richard: I guess the Japanese people are giving him a few "pity" cheers, so what? They should be cheering for a winner like Hoyt Williams! Imagine what our savior could ask for if he wins this match!?
Nick: I'd rather not think about it...
As “Defy You” by The Offspring hits, out walks Tessa Windsor, clad in her usual pink attire. Instantly the crowd is brought to life, with plenty of cat calls and whistles to prove it.
Nick: We have one half of the PRIME and PTC Tag Team Champions inside the Dual Halo and the other half is on her way! I wonder if those tensions we saw surfacing earlier between her and Karina were dealt with off camera ahead of this match.
Richard: If Tessa walks in there and smacks K-Wolf right in the kisser, I'd hazard a guess at NO.
Windsor's body language seems more reserved than the PRIME-ates are used to seeing, but she still receives a warm welcome from the fans as she steps into the Halo. As the lovely Ms Windsor slides into the ring, Boda is throwing his weight around or more specifically throwing Tony Rolo around in the form of a Greco Roman-esque release. Feeling the power of the heavens flowing through him, Hoyt takes on the smaller K-Wolf but as ever, the for RPW Eclipse Champion's unpredictable offense causes the "other" son of God problems. That is until the Negasonic Lupine attempts a springboard crossbody and winds up in an old fashioned bearhug courtesy of the 330 pounder. Despite their earlier falling out, Tessa feels inclined to aid her Clique, Clique, Boom partner, but gets cut off by an individual who ranks dead last on her likeability list... Aimz.
Richard: That's it Hoyt, squeeze the life out of her! Those fancy smancy kicks and flips aren't much use when those tree trunk-like arms tighten!
Nick: I know you normally love woman on woman action Richard, but something tells me this isn't going to be pretty!
Windsor and Aimz glare at one another as a blood covered Brandon Youngblood downs Tyler Lopez with a shot from his taped right hand in the background. If this were the WWE, Tessa and Aimz would be rolling around on the mat by now, pulling hair and slapping like whores on heat... maybe even hitting each other with pillows. This is PRIME however, and here the women hit HARD. The Red Raver strikes first and starts drilling the co-Tag Champion with a flury of right hands until Windsor sticks her boot into Aimz's esposed mid-riff and short-arm clotheslines the fWo star to the mat.
Richard: What do you prefer, Nick? Brunettes or red heads?
Nick: Wha... I don't... its doesn't matter pay attention.
Switching to an isometric view of the Halo, we get a great view of all the action. On the mat-level flooring, Dani Furher gets thrown sternum-first into the outside of the ringpost by Killean Sirrajin. The Supreme Machine lies in wait as his stumbling foe approaches, backbody dropping him or at least flipping him into the air. The Infamous one does his best human fly impression and latches onto the chainlink side. Checking over his shoulder he leaps off and flattens the Intense Champion with a missile dropkick. Back in the ring, K-Wolf has to resort to using her elbow to try and fight out of Hoyt William's bearhug. She does enough to break free and stuns Duke's son with couple of kicks, before running at the ropes. K-Wolf springboards of the top rope and flies backwards towards Hoyt with a thrust kick (Sinful Indy Air) she normally only uses early in match-ups. Perhaps the big occasion is enough to cause the former RPW'er to adapt her in-ring routine slightly, but as he turns in mid-air, Hoyt grabs the nearest superstar and them into the firing line as Wolfenden feet slam into the human shield.
Nick: OH MY! K-Wolf just hit TESSA WINDSOR!
Realising that it was Tessa who bore the brunt of her partners attack, Hoyt drops to his knees to attend to the superstar he has seemingly developed feelings for in the past few weeks. Although the move was not intended for her Clique, Clique, Boom colleague, K-Wolf considers it fair game in the heat of the match and uses the results to her advantage by hitting the kneeling Hoyt with a double roundhouse kick. Clutching her chest, Tessa pulls herself up by the ropes and steps right into another confrontation with Aimz. Tessa lunges, but the Red Raver spins behind the co-Tag champ and whacks her across the back of the head with a hard forearm. Dropping to one knee briefly, Tessa tries to regain her balance but waltzs right into the cluthes of Vampir. The former OSW bloodsucker almost throws his female victim up into the air and slams her down with a running powerbomb. Placing a decaying hand on Windsor's chest, Vampir hisses as the referee counts the unorthadox cover.
Nick: Vampir Nosferatu nearly broke Tessa Windsor in half! That's got to be it for her!
San! The official's hand hits the canvas for the third time and Tessa's participation in the match comes to a premature end, much to the amusement of one Amy Campbell. At the other end of the spectrum, Wolfenden doesn't display any signs of emotion, let alone regret as her partner's motionless body is pulled from the ring.
Richard: I hope K-Wolf gets used to saying sorry, because it was her fault Tessa was eliminated!
Nick: So I suppose Hoyt Williams grabbing Tessa and using her as a shield was Karina's fault as well?
Richard: Everyone has to make sacrifices for the God, Nick.
Rebounding off of the ropes, Youngblood tries to knee-lift Lopez, but the Scientific Apparatus manages to counter with a last ditch spinebuster. The execution of the moves takes too much out of Lopez for him to follow up with a cover, tempting Morales to moves in. "Jumping Bean" waits for Lopez to sit up and stomps on him a couple of times, before retreating and feigning innocence. Switching to the other side of the ring, Emilio Rage is struggling back to his feet only to receive a gutwrench suplex from a waiting Angello Deville. The in-ring predator gets back to his feet and pulls a comb out of his tights, running it through his hair as the Nicaraguan groans, then rolls onto his stomach.
Nick: Now THAT takes arrogance to a new level... Angello Deville is in the middle of the biggest match of the year and he's fixing his damn hair!
Richard: At least he's not wearing a bandana.
Nick: Well according to my watch we're at the fifty eight minutes into this match and Emilio Rage has been present in the Dual Halo for every single second.
Richard: That's the luck of the draw Nick and the next individual is pretty lucky and SHOULD be the last superstar involved in this match as the thirtieth entrant.
“Sweet Dreams” blasts over the loudspeakers as the song plays for a good ten seconds setting the mood in the arena as the fans get up and jeer as the fog machine spews out an artificial smoke like substance. Razor Blade appears out of the smoke with his manager Bob, as well as a rather distrubing item in his hands.
Richard: What a draw for Razor Blade! You can't get much better than the 29th entry spot and look, he's brought a friend in the form of that barbwire wrapped steel chair!
Nick: Friend!? How fitting. Big Poppa isn't long removed from this match, but now Nova is about to come face to face with another individual he wrongly considered a friend at the start of the night.
Richard: How is it Razor Blade and Big Poppa's fault that Nova is selfish and ungrateful? They did him a favor and he threw it back in their faces!
Nick: It's one thing to forward a letter to Nova KNOWING that it would throw him off of his game ahead of his 5-Star Title defence against Hoyt Williams, but what they did after that match was despicable!
The officials open unlock the entrance and RFB walks in, packing heat... CRACK! Nova springs and ambush and kicks the barbed wire wrapped steel chair against Razor Blades skull with a Novacaine (that's a Van Daminator to you and me). Feeling fatigued, Nova collapses instanly after pulling off the move, trying to remain standing by grabbing onto the chainlink with his hand. As the former 5-Star champion slumps against the side of the Halo, Trashcan Man and The HIT are finally being removed from the Halo. Trashcan Man is now walking by his own means, but The HIT is being pestered by well-meaning officials. Seeing TCM now standing, Trapezoid shoves referee Jimmy Turner to the ground and makes a beeline for the PCW legend, bundling Trashy over in the aisle.
Nick: I think Razor Blade just got concussed by the same weapon HE brought into the match!
Richard: How low down can you get, Nova was lying in wait...
Nick: Hold on a moment Richard, look what's happening in the aisle. The Hardcore Isosceles Trapezoid and Trashcan Man have both been officially eliminated, but it looks like the fight's not over!
The HIT tries to absorb the brunt of the collision using his upperback and Trashcan Man slings him against the protective barricade. Now the PCW legend is in his element as he puts the boot to Trapezoid, all the while leading him towards Hoyt William's lavish Cadillac. The son of Duke (and God) doesn't realise The HIT's face is being smeared across his golden paint job, because Karina Wolfenden has him detained in the corner, driving her knee into the saviours breadbasket repeatedly. Now running on his seventh second wind of the night, The HIT starts to battle back against TCM catches his unorthadox opponent with a reverse elbow, then grabs ahold drives Trashy's head straight into the passenger door of the vehicle. Having dented the panel, HIT tries to repeat the trick... but Trashcan man puts his foot up to block. Elbowing his aggressor away, TCM catches The HIT on the way back and backbody drops the former UWF star straight onto the cars hood. As Trapedzoids blood starts to run down the contours of the vehicle's front, Trashcan Man points upwards to the rafters.
Richard: Get away from Gods chariot you sinners!
Nick: The HIT just got dropped straight onto the hood of that lurid looking gold Cadillac... wait a minute, where's Trashcan Man going now!?
Richard: He SHOULD be going back to the lockeroom, he's already been eliminated... as has The HIT Security!
Bizarrely, TCM starts to scale the chainlink side of the now abandoned Halo 2. The officials around Haloside can be heard instructing the Hardcore Legend to desist, but ignoring all sane advice, he continues to climb.
Nick: What on earth is he... OH NO... please tell me he isn't doing what I think he's doing!
Richard: No way, even he's not THAT stupid!
Finally reaching the curved peak of the Halo, Trashcan Man carefully walks across the railing, the tips of his feet are sticking out over the edge to highlight just how little room he has to manouevre. Seeing the surprise entrant standing at least twenty feet from ground level, the fans in the Sapporo Dome start rising to their feet in anticipation of something... well, just plain suicidal. This being Trashcan Man, he doesn't disappoint. Once his balance is set, TCM measures his target one last time and dives off of the roof of the Halo.
Nick: GOOD GOD NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Cameras flash as Trashcan Man soars through the air, extending his arm to deliver the most insane of flying back elbow drops. Lying extended across the cold steel hood, The HIT opens his eyes and strains to see what's happening, his vision is fuzzy at best. Squinting at blurred "blob" that appears to be coming towards him at tremendous speed, Trapezoids survival instincts kick in and he manages to roll off of the vehicle just ahead of impact.
"CRUNCH!"
As The HIT flops onto the ground, Trashcan Man comes hurtling down ontop of the vehicle, most of his body going through the windshield including the elbow that was intended for the rapping substitute maths teacher. The sheer force of fall causes the hood to crumble and bottoms out the suspension, leaving TCM writhing in agony on Hoyts cherished and once pristine mode of transport.
Nick: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! WHAT POSSESSED TRASHCAN MAN TO DO THAT!?!?!
Richard: Who cares about Trashcan Man... LOOK WHAT HE DID TO HOYT'S CAR!!!
Nick: He just leapt from the top of the Dual Halo... that thing's nearly twenty foot high... this beggars belief!
The "Holy Sheeeet!" chant resurfaces, while inside the squared circle Hoyt Williams is still unaware of what has transpired. He chops down K-Wolf, but then catches sight of the PRIME-A-Tron as the sick bump is replayed in all it's glory. Hoyt's jaw drops as he looks at the plume of smoke rising from the aisle and see's EMT's dragging Trashcan Man's body from the buckled front of his golden Cadillac. Before Hoyt can condemn the culprit to the firey pits of Hell, Aimz grabs the son of Duke and takes him down with a victory roll. With the element of surprise going in her favor the Red Raver does enough to BARELY get the three.
Nick: Victory roll by Aimz! Hoyt Williams is OUTTA HERE!
Richard: ARGH! That can't be allowed! Hoyt wasn't looking!
Nick: Tough!
Outraged, Hoyt puts his head in his hands and then nearly puts his fist through Aimz's skull with a vicious tornado punch. The officials move in and remove Hoyt, but not until after he's got in his cheapshot on the Red Raver. With cheapshots in mind, Morales is swoops like the vulture he is and gets in a couple of punches on a downed Brandon Youngblood... until Tyler Lopez grabs him from behind and slams the Los Diablos manager down to the mat hard. Limping towards the corner, Lopez makes his way upstairs and delivers a kamikaze headbutt to finish "Jumping Bean" off.
Nick: Kamikaze headbutt from the top rope! Put a fork in Morales because he is done!
Lopez makes the cover and scores an easy three count, but as the Scientific Apparatus gets to his feet he gets raised into the air. Now atop the shoulders of Boda in a torture rack position, there's only one place for Lopez to go and that's down...
Nick: BODA DROP! Lopez didn't even get the chance to scream!
The Big Bad Boda Daddy plants the superstar who entered the Dual Halo as White Tiger last year, with a sit-out powerbomb and maintains the position to form a pinning combination. Still on the deck from the count against Morales moments ago, Bernie Roberts counts to three again sending Lopez in the same direction as the Mexican.
Richard: What awesome power by our Universal Champion!
Nick: Hoyt is out! Morales is out! Tyler Lopez is out! They're dropping like flies in there!
Peter Vetra gets the Tommygun treatment from Angello Deville, allowing an exhausted Emilio Rage a respite that he duly takes by rolling out of the ring to catch his breath on the padded floor. A full nelson slam follows from Deville, but there's no opportunity for hair combing this time as Brandon Youngblood rushes and sandwiches the GTT3 winner against the buckles. Grabbing ahold of the top rope, Deville tries to hang on, but loses his grip as Youngblood takes him down with a waistlock before the former tSC'er switches positions for a front face lock. As he applies the pressure, Youngblood sporadically uses his left hand to pound the back of Deville's neck. Foreshadowing for the Gridlock perhaps? Stepping over the pair, Tony Rolo unloads a volley of punches on Boda. The Universal Champion starts to reel, but is spared any further punishment as Vampir moves in, driving his shoulder into The Specialist's back.
Nick: I still can't stomach what has happened between Boda and Vampir Nosferatu. I know we might not get any explanations tonight, but next Wednesday on ReVolution Boda OWES us some answers!
Richard: He doesn't owe you or these fans anything, but I'm sure Boda will choose to "enlighten" us sooner or later!
Laughing at his play of words, Richard goes back to staring at his desk mounted monitor as Vampir Nosferatu leaves Rolo to Boda, looking for his stablemate. The Dark Age Leader signals to Furher who (at this juncture) seems to be in control of Killean Sirrajin on the other side of the ropes. Instructing his footsoldier to bring Sirrajin into the ring, Vampir sets the Intense Champion over his knee and motions for Furher to climb to the top rope. Emilio Rage looks up from the outside, but is powerless to stand at the moment, let alone interfere.
Nick: Dear Lord, look at the way Vampir Nosferatu has Killean set up... the Dark Age are going to try and break his next! Somebody do something!
Richard: Call for the cavalry all you want Nick, but despite the amount of superstars in that Halo... Killean Sirrajin is effectively all alone!
Nick: WAIT! LOOK!
Poised to deliver the guillotine leg drop, Furher bends his knees in order to launch himself until a clubbing blow from behind knocks him off of the top rope and causes him to land stomach-first on the steel flooring outside.
Nick: IT'S OZRIC!
Richard: WHAT THE!?! That clown has been eliminated! Get him out of there!
Disgarding Sirrajin, Vampir goes to intercept Ozric Mortimer... but it's the Enlightenment member who strikes first and levels his former leader. With Nosferatu off balance, the refreshed Mortimer heads to the top rope where Furher was just moments ago. He leaps and hits the soul stalker in the chest with a one legged missile dropkick. Quickly bouncing back up, Mortimer is forced to fend off a misguided Peter Vetra (wrong place, wrong time buddy) but in the process of doing this he detects Furher flying through the air. Indeed, the Infamous one is in mid-air trying to catch the clown off guard with the Slingshot. Aware that Mortimer has telegraphed the springboard dropkick, Furher manages to land on his feet and manages to hit his former stablemate with a jumping superkick anyway. Mortimer falls against the ropes, but before Furher can plot his next move and hand grabs him on the right shoulder. The Dark Ager turns and... ROAR!
Nick: Revolt of a Refugee! Where on earth did Emilio Rage come from!
Richard: No! How in the hell did he get back into the ring without us noticing!
Sirrajin recoves and cuts off Vampir as he tries to intervene, allowing the Nicaraguan to cover and eliminate Dani Furher. The crowd cheer as officials finally mob Ozric Mortimer and forcefully remove the former EPW'er from the Halo.
Nick: Dani Furher has fallen victim to the ROAR! Chalk one up for the Enlightenment!
As Furher is carried out by officials, the body of Nova is driven against the side of the ring by Razorblade who rolls the former 5-Star Champion back in and goes in search of new weapon underneath the ring. Feeling something rather sizable, RFB pulls the object out... only to end up with Quartz "The Digital Luchadore". Taken aback by his discovery, Razor Blade just watches and the masked unknown darts back into the darkness.
Nick: Somebody get that Machina look-a-like out from under the damn ring! This is wrestling, not the hide and seek championship!
Intrigued, Razor Blade reaches underneath the ring again and this time drags Quartz out more forcefully. The budget Machina begs for mercy, but RFB is having none of it and throws him against the mesh side of the Halo. Leaving the other competitors in the match to him, Razor Blade throws Quartz into the squared circle where the mysterious luchadore looks out of his depth. Not knowing exactly how to react, Emilio Rage grabs the so-called Digital Luchadore who repeats the same pleas for mercy that didn't wash with RFB. Rage raises a bloody encrusted eyebrow and reaches for the mask of Quartz, trying to remove it. Seeing it as the ultimate luchadore violation, QTDL raises his knee into Rage's groin and breaks free with his identity still intact. Drawing back his left hand, Quartz goes to swing... but the Alias Champion catches his fist in mid-flight. Again, Rage reaches for the mask and starts to pull it away.
Nick: Lets see just who this "Quartz" character is!
Richard: You can't unmask him! That's a sacrilege!
Pulling the character infringing mask away, Rage shakes his head in disbelief.
Nick: It's... TOSHIAKI MOTOKI!?!? What in the blazes!?!
The disgraced former co-owner tries to shield his face, but it was too late. His secret was out... so much for the masterplan! It all made sense now, the package, the contact... it all boiled down to a rather flawed scheme, which depended on the devious former lawyer winning the very match his twisted mind created. This didn't point to intelligence and planning, it wreaked of desperation.
Richard: Can't you see how much this man loves this company! He nurtured PRIME to success and Hin See plunged a dagger straight into his back! What does it say about Mr Motoki that he's willing go though the rigors of the Dual Halo just to win back the promotion!
Nick: It says to me that the power he once held in this company was like a drug to him... and like any addict he's desperate to get another hit. Desperate enough to somehow worm his way into this match, but now he's going to get exactly what he deserves!
Before the Nicaraguan can act, Motoki plunges his thumb into Rage's eye. Wanting to create some distance between the superstar whose immigration status he took advantage of, the former co-owner turns...
Richard: Don't go that way Mr Motoki!
Nick: SPEARBUSTER!
...and walks right into the spear-cum-spinebuster from another superstar he has a history of conflict with, Tony Rolo. The Specialist stands over Motoki, spearbustering him to the ground felt good, excersising a few demons including the infamous Global Title Ladder Match u-turn where the former co-owner overturned Rolo's victory in favor of Ignatius Lisieux retaining the gold. Reaching down, Rolo tears away at the top of Motoki's attire to expose his bare chest and then to complete the humiliation, places his foot on the sternum of the devious hometown villian for a kodak moment cover.
Nick: One! Two! Three! So long Mr Motoki!
Richard: NO! Dammit! You idiot Rolo, now we're stuck with Hin See and that flea-ridden cat for good!
Nick: (laughing) I think that's the last we'll see of "Quartz", but on a more serious note we still have twelve participants left in this match.
Lifting Motoki up like the proverbial sack of garbage, Rolo ejects him from the squared circle by throwing him through the ropes where officials remove their former boss from the Halo. Stepping back, Rolo brushes against Rage and pivots to come nose to nose with the Alias Champion. Having come so close to winning the Dual Halo last year, The Specialist doesn't think twice about popping the Nicaraguan in the jaw with a firm right hand. The crowd give a mixed response as the former IcWa posterboy backs Rage is to corner and starts beating him down with cominations of stomps and punches.
Nick: This crowd maybe somewhat torn, but remember folks it IS every superstar for themselves in there.
Richard: I don't think anyone emphasises that more than Wolfenden, if she can live with contributing to her own partners downfall, then why would she care for anyone else in there?
Peter Vetra is shown penning the Negasonic Lupine in the corner, using the butt of his right elbow to strike Wolfenden in the head as the former RPW'er slumps down. Across in the opposite corner, Angello Deville manages to muscle out of Youngblood's attempted sleeperhold and throws the former tSCer into the exposed buckle. The metal-on-cranium impact leaves Youngblood out on his feet and he haplessly flops back towards Deville who literally tries to grab the Adam’s apple with one hand, then smashes down on that hand with his other hand. This move would normally be bordering on the boundaries of a disqualification, but as you should be well aware by now, anything goes inside of the Dual Halo. Some participants are taking advantage of this more than others, with Deville using a blatant closed fist to the same spot of Youngbloods throat.
Nick: That was a calculating strike by Angello Deville, he's impressed me alot in there so far also his attitude leaves alot to be desired.
Dripping a trail of blood across the canvas, Youngblood refuses to stay down and seeks to regain his vertical base using the ropes as handrails. Observing the struggle of his opponent, Deville emits a sigh and looks at his wrist as if looking at an imaginary watch while Boda rumbles past him and thunders into the corner, sandwiching Rolo and Rage with an A-Train like bodysplash. Both fan favorites go down as the Big Bad Boda Daddy takes his pick of victims and drags Rolo back towards the center of the ring and drops an eblow on him.
Richard: These fans are so two-faced, they were cheering the roof off of this place for Boda earlier and now they're booing his every move.
Nick: Well if anyone knows best about being a two-faced hypocrite Richard, it's you.
Scooping the Red Raver onto his shoulder, Razor Blade runs and powerslams the fWo star down with authority with the RAZOR SLAM! The move is only enough to garner a two count from the referee, as Aimz kicks out and rolls onto her stomach as RFB starts to soften her up with a series of punches to the body. Back to the two veteran superstars in the center of the ring and Boda sends Tony Rolo into the ropes. Rolo rebounds back and ducks the Universal Champion's attempted clothesline, hitting the ropes on the farside. Rebounding for a second time, The Specialist gambles with a spear, but Boda dodges and ends using Rolo's momentum to lift him into the Lex Luger torture rack position. Just like the former Narcissist, Boda starts to stretch Rolo's body out.
Nick: Rolo with the spear, wait it's countered!
Richard: Yes! Boda Drop! Boda Drop!
Boda prepares to deliver the sit-out powerbomb, but somehow the former IcWa superstar slides down his back. The Big Bad Boda Daddy spins around quickly and raises his knee, but it gets caught.
Richard: NO!
Nick: ROLOPLEX! ROLOPLEX! ROLOPLEX!
Flipping the former OSW fan favorite the bird, Rolo captures Boda with the fisherman's buster, bridging for the pin as the move originally did until The Specialist started using the high impact release version with more frequency. Arching his back, Rolo can hear as each hand slap from the official strikes the mat. Like many before him, Boda is unable to kick out before the three.
Nick: Yes! Rolo got him! Tony Rolo just eliminated Boda!
Before The Specialist can savour the moment, Peter Vetra moves in and knocks him senseless with a running enzigure. Watching his one-time nemesis being removed from the ring, Vampir Nosferatu wades into the thick of things and chokeslams Vetra to the mat with authority before turning his attentions to Rolo and choking him across the ropes.
Richard: Dammit, how dare Rolo cheat our Universal Champion out of his second huge win of the night!
Nick: How did he cheat?
Richard: Where do I begin!? He was holding the tights, holding the ropes... I think I even saw him throw some powder into Boda's eyes!
Nick: As normal Richard, you're watching a different match to everyone else in the arena... I know, don't say it... thinking outside the box right?
Having been left to her own devices in the corner, Karina Wolfenden takes the opporunity to reserve her energy. This wasn't usually the Negasonic Lupine's style, but tonight was definitely a case of exceptional circumstances. She just looks on as a groggy Nova staggers across the ring and sambo suplexes Angello Deville down. The former 5-Star Champion grabs the Devilles legs with a Dean Malenko-esque Texas cloverleaf in mind, but the GTT3 winner is all too aware of the threat and counters brilliantly by tripping the former AW'er over and applying a submission hold of his own, a boston crab.
Nick: I thought K-Wolf was going to take a time out... but she's pulling herself up onto the upperlevel.
Richard: Typical, she can't take the pressure and climbs to higher ground. It's just like...
Nick: SUPREME JUSTICE!
As Vetra is stumbling around and trying to find his bearings, Killean Sirrajin runs towards the rising talent, then kicks his legs forward and clotheslines Vetra, holding on as they go down. If Sirrajin had performed this move earlier in the night, we might be looking at the Universal Champion right now. Instead he's just the plain'ol Intense Champion, but his finishing move is too much for Vetra.
Nick: One, Two and the three! Or "SAN" as the locals were shouting. Whatever language you put it in, Peter Vetra's night just came to an abrupt end.
Richard: Well if Deville keeps this boston crab on much longer, Nova might soon be joining him!
Sitting back, Deville adds further pressure to the lower back of his victim, but help arrives for Nova from an unlikely source... Razor Blade.
Nick: What the... Razor Blade just broke the hold!?
Stomping on Deville, RFB lifts him back up and t-bone's the Devils Don. Any confusion over his actions soon vanishes however as he starts pounding on Nova as soon as Deville is out of the picture.
Nick: Well that solves that little mystery, Razor Blade just wanted Nova all to himself and Deville represented an obstacle... OH MY GOD! INCOMING!
Throwing herself from the overhanging upper section, K-Wolf flies through the air like a dart and wipes out four different superstars with what can only be described as an improvised version of the the Negasonic Lupine Warhead. Instead of suicide diving through the ropes, she just dived off of the upper level, leading with her fists and twisting her body before impact to make sure she takes causes as much damage below as possible.
Nick: Karina Wolfenden just used her body like a TORPEDO! Rage, Aimz, Youngblood, Sirrajin, THEY'RE ALL DOWN! Look at the fans, they're ON THEIR FEET!
Richard: Yeah, I've never seen some many people under 4'6'' before in my life!
With a pile of humanity lying on one side of the ring, the wouldbe destroyer of humanity is taking his frustrations out on Tony Rolo. Nosferatu grabs The Specialist by the arm and irish whips him HARD into the far corner, before running in with a follow up clothesline... only to eat boot! Shrugging off the effects, Vampir runs in a second time, but this time Rolo gets under the former OSW soul harvester and backbody drops him all the way to the padded floor.
Nick: If there was ever any doubt Vampir Nosferatu could fly...
Richard: Don't get smart Nick, if Vampir wins this match he could request your crucifixion LIVE on ReVolution next week... and even if he doesn't win, he might just do it anyway!
As Vampir thuds against the ground, Wolfenden attempts to get a pinfall over Emilio Rage, although the time she takes to put her gloves back on (having removed them for her high risk dive) doesn't go in her favor. She gets a two and tries the same routine on Aimz, hooking both legs as always. Again, another two count.
Nick: Two near falls in a row, but it's going to take ALOT to get rid of some of these remaining superstars... some of whom have been in that structure for over an hour now!
Rolling to the outside, Razor Blade picks up the barbed wire wrapped chair he originally brought to the dance... before Nova had kicked it back into his face. The scars made from that Van Daminator-like kick were in good company on RFB's roadmap like forehead and now it was HIS turn to put the weapon to good use. Making sure the chair is folded shut, Raz drives the end into Nova's midsection to double him over, then raises the chair above his head. Before he can bring it down across the spine of the headband wearing former NEW star, RFB feels the chair snatch from his grasp. He turns to see Killean Sirrajin now in possession of the weapon, but the Intense Champion is still seeing stars from K-Wolfs death defying dive a few moments ago. Razor Blade doesn't need a second invitation and kicks the chair back into the Canadians face, causing the weapon and Sirrajin to fall to the canvas. Retrieving the chair, RFB turns around... and immediately telegraphs a second attempted Novacaine from the now recovered Nova. Despite missing with that attack however, Nova does manage a dropkick to the knee that takes his former running buddy down.
Nick: Nova is trying his utmost to disarm Razor Blade of that chair... because if anyone knows what damaged he can do with that weapon, it's Nova!
Richard: Quick, grab it RFB!
Lunging forward for the chair, Razor Blade misses it by inches and Nova takes it by the feet and blasts his foe across the head with it. Amazingly, Razor Blade seems to absorb the blow and remains standing, prompting Nova to swing again. For a second time he nails his target in the same spot, but once again Razor Blade seems to take the chairshot... staggering slightly at best.
"CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!"
Nova brings the chair down again and again, hammering Razor Blade on top of the skull as if he were trying to hammer a nail in a piece of wood. With his threshold being pushed, RFB eventually drops to his knees... and shoots Nova a look as if to say "Is that all you got?" Determined to fell his fellow former AW'er, Nova winds back as if to hit a homerun, but as he swings Razor Blade reaches up and catches the chair a few inches from his head. Blood begins to trickle down his arms from where the skin has been punctured as his hands grip the barded wire covered frame.
Nick: OH MY GOD! How much abuse can Razor Blade take!?
Pulling the chair out of Nova's hands, Raz uses it as a battering ram and smacks Supernova in the face... sending him tumbling through the ropes and onto the mat level flooring. Before anymore damage can be done, a vengeful Deville bursts out of the corner and takes the chairweilding competitor down with a reverse neckbreaker.
Nick: I certainly believe it's a good thing that Razor Blade doesn't have that chair at the moment, just ask Killean Sirrajin.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Sirrajin gets to his feet and takes up a defensive stance as the nearby Vampir Nosferatu drops Rolo across his knee with a gutbuster. Sensing an opponent behind him, the leader of the Dark Age turns around, which is just the cue Sirrajin has been waiting for. The Supreme Machine springs into action and tries to give Nosferatu the Supreme Justice.... but Vampir blocks. Like an NFL quarterback, Nosferatu grabs the Intense Champion and drives him straight into the exposed buckle in the nearby corner. The steel buckle that Morales uncovered hasn't lost its usefulness yet as Vampir turns Sirrajin and slams the Canadian's head into the buckle a further six times.
Nick: For the love of good, Vampir is bouncing Killean's head off of that solid metal buckle like a basket ball!
Richard: He's going to have an imprint there in the morning!
Nick: An imprint!? That callous bastard is trying to bludgeon the Intense Champion using an object that is only intended to connect the ropes together!
Losing consciousness, Sirrajin can do nothing as Nosferatu baldo bombs him to the mat and holds for the pin following the two-handed chokeslam. Sirrajin's leg twitches, but that is all as the referee makes the expected three count.
Richard: Another one bites the dust courtesy of the Dark Age!
Nick: Killean put forth a valiant effort tonight, but the Universal Title match must have taken too much out of him...
Richard: Universal Title match NOTHING! Vampir didn't just take him to the woodshed, he put his head straight through the damn thing!
Nick: Woodshed!?
Leaning over his now eliminated victim, Vampir drags his hand across Sirrajin face, picking up a coating of blood. Partial to the red stuff as vampires are, the former OSW'er licks his fingertips... but is then forced to taste something less pleasant. Probably illadvised, Aimz jams her foot straight into the bloodsucker's face and does little more than attract Nosferatu's attention. Rising up, the leader of the Dark Age towers menacingly over the Red Raver.
Richard: No one ever said Amy Campbell got by in this business by using her intelliegence...
Nick: For Gods sake, this is a mismatch of epic proportions!
As anyone with any sense would in her position, Aimz makes her move first (while she still can) and clocks the Dark Knight with a couple of hard right hands. Her first shots don't have much effect, but she winds back for a more definitive strike.
Nick: Look at Aimz go! She's taking it right to Vam...
Vampir no sells the left hook and grabs the Red Raver by the throat, tilting her head to the side. Brushing her hair back with his free hand, Nosferatu toys with his captive for a few moments, but the fWo star is no shrinking violet. Balling up the phlegm in her mouth, Aimz spits defiantly into the face of the Dark Age leader, her loogie landing just below the left eye socket of Vampir's skull mask. Playing around no longer, Vampir brandishes his fangs with Aimz's jugular his target...
"CRACK!"
Using Razor Blade's chair, Tony Rolo slams Nosferatu across the back, causing him to lose his grip on the Red Raver as he falls foward to the mat.
Nick: Oh! Thank God Tony Rolo intervened with that steel chair, because Vampir had bad intentions for Miss Campbell right there!
Richard: Don't try and build Rolo up as the hero you proclaim him to be. Earlier in the match he speared Aimz and tries to concave her head with the sole of his boot!
Thumping the downed Vampir with lefts and rights, the view moves from Rolo to show Razor Blade on the outside of the ring... searching underneath the apron once more. Having found a fake luchadore under there earlier, his catch this time is far more predictable this time around as he drags a folded wooden table into view.
Nick: Please, not more weapons. This years Dual Halo match has seen more foreign objects than I care to remember!
Richard: There are more foriegn objects in the crowd than I care to remember, Razor Blade is right in line with the rules here.
Setting the table on the padded floor, Razor Blade spots something else underneath the ring. Grabbing the handle, he holds a container of lighter fluid high in the air to "ooooohs" from the fans. Presumably planted under the ring by Trashcan Man (who lists setting fire to things under his hobbies) Razor Blade soaks the table surface with fluid before brandishing a lighter (also from under the ring) which he places on the apron for now.
Nick: Oh my God... what possible reason could there be for having lighter fluid underneath the damn ring!
Richard: Damned if I know Nick, but I think Nova's about to discover the reason Razor Blade is so happy about finding it!
With Razor Blade walking up the steps onto the mat level flooring to retrieve Supernova, back on the inside of the squared circle Rolo hoists Vampir onto the top turnbuckle and slugs the former OSW fiend to make sure he remains in position. RFB drags Nova back into the ring and crosses to the other side, giving Nova a headbutt along the way to keep him from resisting. Draping the former 5-Star Champion on the middle rope, Raz steps through and picks the lighter off of the apron, flicking the top back and sparking the flame.
Nick: Tony Rolo has Vampir Nosferatu perched precariously on the top rope, but what's more disturbing is the sight of Razor Blade with that lighter... what on earth is he...
Tossing the lighter, Razor Blade's rugged features produce a wry smile as the lighter bounces off of the table surface, igniting the fluid. The fans in the front row cover their faces from the heat as the flames dance across the oak material and RFB pulls Nova through the ropes, onto the apron with him. At the same time as this is happening, Rolo climbs onto the second ropes and hooks his arm around the head of Vampir while in the background Raz forces Nova into the powerbomb/piledriver starting position.
Richard: That table is ablaze, Nick! Not a blaze as in a member of the Mark and Billy Blaze family, but as in ON FIRE!
Nick: I've got a very BAD feeling about this...
Almost simultaneously, Razor Blade lifts Nova into the air, then runs across the apron before leaping off with a running powerbomb while Rolo jerks Vampir off of the top rope and takes him crashing to the mat with a Rude & Crude Drop. Nosferatu contorts horribly on impact while on the outside, Razor Blade plants Nova straight through the flaming table.
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH! HOLY SHEEEET! HOLY SHEEEEET!"
Nick: SUPER RUDE AND CRUDE DROP!
Richard: RAZOR BOMB FROM HELL~!
Nick: In the name of our ever loving Lord, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!! Nova just got running powerbombed straight through that burning table!
Richard: Argh! Get up Vampir!
Haloside officials rush into the structure with fire extinguishers to douse the burning remins of the table as Razor Blade and Nova lay strewn through the debris, while in the ring, The Specialist rolls Nosferatu onto his back and makes the cover with Aimz emerging to hold down the soul stalkers legs (unbeknownst to the official who could potentially refuse to count). Having been crushed between the tunnel doors, triple teamed and thrown off the upper level... not to mention everything else, Vampir finally yields and concedes the pinfall.
Nick: They got him! Vampir Nosferatu has been eliminated!
Richard: NO! It was his destiny to win this match! There's going to be HELL to pay for this!
Hesitant, the officials removes Vampir's motionless carcass from the ring Rolo gets to his feet and then gets takn down by an inside cradle as Aimz tries to sneak a pin against him. He powers out at two and three quarters and then casts a glare in the direction of the Red Raver who shrugs her shoulders, reminding the former IcWa member that she's as desperate to win this match as he is.
Nick: That was a close call for Rolo, Aimz nearly had him there!
Looking at the mess at ringside, Brandon Youngblood has left Rage, Deville and K-Wolf to fight amongst themselves as he tries to conserve enough energy for a final push that might take him to victory. He'd already seen off his tag team partner Jeff Garvin, but as long as his next elimination was reserved for the final participant, it would be enough. Dragging himself up using the mesh side of the Halo, Razor Blade picks up the scorched body of Nova, rolling his former friend into the ring. RFB re-enters as well and motions for the end, the Razor Spike. Ring savvy, be unused to the environment, Razor Blade suddenly finds himself in the midst of a waist lock and then the victim of a german suplex.
Nick: Youngblood with a German! He's bridging for the pin!
Despite the obvious punishment Youngblood has sustained since entering, he holds the bridge to near-perfection, offering Razor Blade no route of escape. Three counts later and the 45 year old can't believe the manner in which he was just eliminated.
Richard: Was that three!?
Nick: It was and Razor Blade is history and I think Nova is on his way out too!
Lining up the exhausted former 5-Star Champion, Tony Rolo builds up a head of steam and lunges through the air with a spear....
Nick: Here comes Rolo with the spear!
"Thunk!"
Running on pure adrenalin, Nova pulls himself up on the ropes as The Specialist goes flying shoulder-first into the ringpost and then rolls down the back of Rolo rolling him up for a pin. Rolo's legs flail, but to no avail as Nova scores a surprise pinfall. The fans give a mixed reaction as The Specialist is eliminated, but Nova still gets a solid pop for the pure guts displayed including some mock applause from Richard.
Richard: What a counter! WHAT A COUNTER! I guess Nova can do something's right after all!
Nick: Wipe that smile off of your face, Tony Rolo put everything into this match, but he made on mistake and Nova punished him for it.
Richard: Yeah, yeah, yeah... don't worry Rolo, there's always 2006!
With the last two quickfire eliminations taking place, the action in the Halo reaches a lull with the remaining superstars lining the edges of the squared circle looking at one another. Each one breathing heavily, each one stained with blood of some form whether it's their own or not and each one realising only five other superstars stand between them and glory. The fans pick up on the stand-off and start to clap, adding some atmospheric tension and the participants size each other up.
Nick: Listen to this noise! We're down to the final six superstars and Hokkaido is eating it up! It's between Brandon Youngblood, Karina Wolfenden, Emilio Rage, Angello Deville, Aimz and Nova now!
Throwing caution to the wind as always, K-Wolf explodes out of her corner and rushes at Deville, whacking him in the jaw with a bicycle kick. Now that the first move has been made, the other superstars come out of their shells and pair off with Youngblood against Rage and Aimz with Nova as the Negasonic Lupine unleashes a rash of kicks to Deville's upperbody. The Deville had managed to remain fairly inconspicuous in the latter stages, opting to sit back and watch his opponents tear into each other, trying to access their various strengths and weaknesses. There was nothing new he needed to learn about K-Wolf, he was in familiar territory with the former RPW Eclipse Champion. As Wolfenden raises her right leg for another strike, Deville stomps down hard on the knee joint in her left peg, causing her to go down.
Richard: Did you see how measured that stomp was, he picked his weakpoint and attacked it. Before tonight all I knew about Angello Deville was based on reputation alone, but having witnessed his performance in the Dual Halo tonight... I like what I see!
Across the ring, Nova whips Aimz to the far corner, but the fWo star shows her cat-like reflexes and leaps onto the second rope. Extending her legs and wrapping them around the head of the former AW'er, the Red Raver looks set for a hurricanrana, but somehow Nova musters enough strength to hold Aimz up before sending her down on his terms.
Nick: What a fall forward powerbomb by Nova, can he put Aimz away?
Urging the Red Raver to stand, Nova uses the ropes to build up some speed before leaping up for the DSD... but Aimz pulls her head out of the way. As Supernova hits the mat, Aimz drops down, sitting with her thighs pressing down on the former 5-Star Champion's shoulders and grabbing ahold of both his legs. Nova squirms, but he just doesn't have the means to kick out before the referee makes the three count.
Richard: I bet the Japanese people would pay big bucks to get Aimz to sit on their face, but Nova certainly didn't enjoy it... he's outta here!
Nick: Aimz avoided the that rockerdropper finisher of Nova's and improvised to get the three count, but what an effort on Nova's part. He's been in the Dual Halo for an estimated one hour and six minutes!
Richard: One down, five to go.
As impressive as the duration of Nova's stay in the Halo is, Brandon Youngblood had already surpassed that mark and despite his white tights being discoloured with his bloodloss, the former tSC'er is still very much in the game. As Amy Campbell gets to her feet, Youngblood latches onto her, but the Red Raver spins behind the former tSC'er and twists his body into a DDT position. Slapping her hand across his back, she prepares to plant "The Only Diamond In This Sport", but Youngblood powers out and spins Aimz around, taking her down to the mat with a modified half nelson choke hold.
Nick: GRIDLOCK! Can she somehow fight the hold and escape!?
Richard: Unstoppable Eugene has a greater chance of being inducted to Mensa than Aimz has of surviving this hold!
Wrenching at the fWo star, we get a close up of Youngblood's face, which is caked in dried and fresh blood as opposed to Aimz's pain contorted features. While the Red Raver struggles, Emilio Rage pulls Deville away from the downed K-Wolf and starts whaling on him with punches. The Alias Champion attempts an irish whip, but Deville reverses and pulls the Nicaraguan into his raised knee. From here Deville pushes him into a pumphandle position, but Rage thwarts him with a last gasp hiptoss.
Nick: I think Deville was looking for the pumphandle driver of his, but Emilio Rage was having none of it!
Richard: Yeah, but he's running on empty now. Look he can't even stand after delivering that move.
Rage drops to his knees, breathing heavily and knowing that Deville won't remain down for long. Sitting propped in the nearby corner, Wolfenden caresses her knee and trying to survey the damage done whilst watching Aimz growing limper by the moment in Youngbloods clutches.
Nick: I think Aimz is all but out of this one Richard... but wait, she's still trying to find a way out!
Using her last ounces of energy, the Red Raver reaches out towards the ropes, but her finger tips merely graze them. Knowing that she has no alternative, she taps.
Richard: Tappety tap tap, Aimz is gone!
Nick: She didn't go without a fight, but as we've already seen from that hold. If Youngblood can get it fully locked in, there is only so long you can resist, just ask the now WWA TV Champion Joshua Taro Freedom.
Youngblood relinquishes the hold as the referee confirms the submission, there was no need to exert any further punishment on Aimz. Youngblood tries to stand, but collapses onto the ropes... barely managing to support himself as he continues to lose blood from his battle wounds.
Nick: Brandon Youngblood looks like he's been part of a massacre... he's a completely bloody mess!
Richard: I think they used LESS blood in Kill Bill...
Rage starts to get up, but Deville beats him to the punch and flattens him with a double axehandle to the back of the head. Flipping the Nicaraguan onto his back Deville grabs both of his opponent's ankles and plants his feet into Rage's crotch, then simultaneously heaves with his arms and rolls backward onto his back. The final result is Deville's legs perfectly straight and perpendicular to the canvas, with Rage perched atop his feet, held in place by the GTT3 winner's hands still on the ankles, pulling down. Rage groans in agony while the fans "ooooh" and "aaaahhh" as the Soprano is seen in PRIME for the first, but probably far from the last time.
Nick: Oh my word, that is a career shortening submission hold!
Richard: (sighs) You must be on of the few people on the planet who don't know The Soprano when you see it. Even if Rage is as unimformed as you, he's not going to forget this tearing hold in a hurry!
Seeing no reason to involve themselves, Wolfenden and Youngblood a little more than witnesses as Deville tightens the hold. Things are looking bleak for Rage's prospects, until the intervention of Mexican variety.
Nick: Wait a minute! Wait just a damn minute, that's LOS DIALBOS!
Springing from the crowd, Baltaser grabs the Halo door and almost tears it from its hinges as his partner Angelus hits the ring. The masked devil stomps on THE devil to break up the Saprano and hauls Deville to his feet. Before the GTT3 winner can react, Angelus raises him to the air into a military press and then front powerslams him into the canvas.
Nick: They've got NO business being out here! Both... nay, ALL THREE members of that group have been eliminated from this match.
Richard: I thought you'd be happy they just saved Emilio Rage? You didn't have a problem when Ozric Mortimer did it, but when Los Diablos do... well its a WHOLE different story then!
Hailed by antagonising "Jumping Bean" chants, Morales hobbles down the aisle on a pair of crutches, ordering his men to leave the ring. With their job apparently done, Baltaser stares at K-Wolf and makes a "your belt, my waist" motion while Angelus tries to help Rage to his feet. Reluctant to accept any help, especially from these particular countrymen, Rage winds back and clotheslines Angelus straight over the top rope and to the outside.
Richard: Well there's gratitude for you! Emilio Rage is a bigger ingrate than Nova!
Nick: That's because he didn't want nor ask for Los Diablos help!
Richard: Alright fine, then if he doesn't want their help he should get back into The Soprano!
Nick: Don't be an idiot!
Richard: It's a fact! You always resort to childish name calling when you know you've lost the argument!
Angelus exits past the now hanging Halo door and retreats with his partner in crime toward the entrance. Having seen the last of Los Diablos Rage turns around and runs right into an incoming Youngblood. The two superstars clash heads, leaving both flat out on the canvas.
Nick: Good Lord, that was a skull-to-skull collision was hard to watch... wait, Deville is moving in!
Climbing back to his feet, Deville swoops down on the fallen Youngblood and places him in The Soprano. Blood trickles from Youngblood's head, dropping onto Deville below as the Devils Don stretches out the former tSC prodigy. Moving in to check for a submission, the referee realises there is no point and signals a submission. Youngblood has lost consciousness.
Nick: I'm not sure whether it was through the collision with Emilio Rage, the pain from The Soprano or simply the massive amount of blood he's lost during this match, but once Youngblood slipped into unconsciousness, there was no other call the senior official could make.
Deville releases the hold on his limp victim and gets to his feet, casting his attention to Karina Wolfenden who is waiting in the wings or more specifically the far corner. Rage pulls himself up by using the ropes and turns his body to face the other two remaining participants to complete the triangle.
Nick: We're down to the final three Richard. Emilio Rage, Karina Wolfenden, Angello Deville, one of these superstars is going to win it all!
Richard: Whilst the other two will have walked through this Dual Halo hell just to taste the bitterness of defeat!
K-Wolf explodes out of her corner, but Deville dodges her attack and kicks her legs out from under her, causing the Negasonic Lupine to land square on her back and weakened neck. Rage tries his luck next, but Deville counters his swing with another Tommygun, raining blows down upon the next before knocking the Alias Champion down with one final blow.
Richard: Angello Deville is like a machine in there, nothing is going to prevent him from winning this match... and look, he's even got time to bust out the comb again.
Nick: He's the freshest of the three competitors left in there, not to mention the most sickeningly confident!
Post-grooming, Deville drags K-Wolf back to a vertical base and strikes her across the back of the neck again, sending her falling into the corner. Deville looks in total control, until his feet rise from under him as a dazed Rage lifts the GTT3 winner into the air, before dumping him unceremoniously on the top rope... groin-first, before he himself collapses in an exhausted heap. Seeing the opportunity right in front of her, K-Wolf pulls herself onto the top rope (her legs too weakened to leap) and hooks her arm around the head of Deville. Despite the pain executing the move will cause, the Negasonic Lupine swings her body around and takes Deville to the mat with authority.
Nick: WHIRLWIND ROMANCE FROM THE TOP ROPE!
Richard: Argh! How did she...
Nick: Cover him Karina, COVER HIM!
Not needing Nick's advice, Wolfenden pulls herself onto Deville's motionless body and hooks both legs for the pin, which the crowd count aloud with great gusto (in English). The referee slides into position and bangs his hand down on the canvas and after what seems like an eternity, his hand comes down for the third time, condemning Deville to elimination.
Nick: Deville is gone! Deville is gone! Oh my God what a match!
Richard: NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Angello Deville was my pick to win... I don't know what's worse, Emilio Rage winning or Karina Wolfenden winning? I'm torn!
Nick: It sounds like you're not alone Richard, listen to these fans! My God what a match!
The Hokkaido fans engage in a chanting contest with themselves as those PRIME-ates chanting for Emilio Rage attempt to drown out those chanting for Karina. Within this hotbed of noise, a pain stricken K-Wolf sits up. That manoeuvre was her last resort... and there was still one superstar standing between her and unprecedented glory. Lying on his stomach, the bandana wearing Rage looks up as Deville is removed from the ring, leaving just he and Wolfenden together. This was it, all or nothing time.
Nick: Here they go!
Rising at the same time, the two fatigued superstars meet in the center of the squared circle for a showdown. Every stiff kick from Wolfenden is followed by a firm right hand from Rage, the two exchanging blow, waiting for the other to buckle.
Richard: These fools don't even have the sense to try and block, they're just firing shots at each other!
Nick: I think it's because they know the next person who goes down, isn't going to get back up again!
Keen to break the cycle, Rage winds back for a haymaker, but slices through thin air as K-Wolf ducks. The former RPW starlet takes a couple of steps back and attempts her running bulldog/Diamond Cutter hybrid the Mayday Riot, but Rage deflects the attack and sends her into the ropes. The Negasonic Lupine comes bounding back, cartwheeling away from the Nicaraguan's powerslam attempt, but loses her footing as her left leg gives way. Smelling blood, Rage strikes.
Nick: ROAR! ROAR!
Rage leaps up, but K-Wolf somehow manages to break his grip, causing the bandana wearing Enlightenment member to land harmlessly on his feet. With the momentum behind her, Wolfenden tries to go one better.
Nick: NO! Karina countered it... WHIRLWIND ROMANCE! WHIR...
Richard: NO! Rage threw her off!
Having been thrown, K-Wolf can't stop herself from travelling into the ropes. Helpless against the momentum, she recoils and rushes straight into the waiting arms of the Nicaraguan.
Nick: You're right he did... wait, K-Wolf off of the ropes... ROAR!
Rage attempts his jumping tornado DDT finisher again, but once more K-Wolf slips out, letting the Alias Champion land right in front of her. Before he can turn, she dropsaults him in the small of the back... running Rage into the turnbuckles. The Alias Champion goes spaghetti legged and lowers his head as he nears Wolfenden... making it all too easy to connect with a vicious high kick to the temple. The blow certainly leaves it's impression on the Nicaraguans skull as he goes down like a ton of brinks, flopping onto his side.
Nick: Oh! What a shot, Emilio Rage just slumped lifelessly to the mat! This could be the turning point!
Richard: Yeah, that really echoed through the Sapporo Dome alright and two thirds of the crowd weren't pleased that it happened... I was.
The Negasonic Lupine pulls herself onto the top rope and almost loses her balance as the pain shoots through her legs, running up her spine. She manages to keep her footing and trying to block out the messages her nervous system is sending her, checks her opponents position one last time...
Nick: GOODNIGHT MOON! GOODNIGHT MOON!
Richard: GOODNIGHT RAGE!
Flipping backwards, K-Wolf connects with the asai knee drop and instantly cries out in agony upon landing. Despite the damage she might have just inflicted upon herself, the Negasonic Lupine sucks it up and drags herself ontop of Rage, still insisting on hooking of his legs. The fans slide their boney behinds to the edges of their expensive seats and echo the referee's makes the count.
"ONE! TWO! THHHHHRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!"
The bell sounds and the Sapporo Dome erupts as an exhausted K-Wolf rolls off of her final opponent and stares blankly up at the rafters.
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The chords of "C'Mon, C'Mon" are barely audiable of the noise of the fans as confetti begins to cascade down from the ceiling, lacing the Dual Halo structure. While officials climb into the ring to check on the condition of the two competitors, Rage just blinks... even in a barely conscious state, he understands that his superhuman effort had been overshadowed due to one fatal error on his part. He had been so close, but it seemed to count for so little as he heard Vince Howard confirm the identity of the victorious participant.
Vince Howard: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner of the conquerer of the Dual Halo 2005, the current PRIME and PTC Tag Team Champion... KARINA WOLFENDENNNNN!!!
Nick: GOOD LORD WHAT A MATCH! I can barely hear myself think! Karina Wolfenden has managed to outlast not just the originally expected 29 superstars, but 35 different individuals in total!
Richard: I thought Hin See was talking hot air when he promised this match would surpass last years contest, but no one could have expected to see what we saw here in Hokkaido!
Nick: Take a look at that timer Richard, Emilio Rage was in the Dual Halo for a staggering one hour and forty two minutes! That has SHATTERED the record set by "The Number One Son" Adam at last years event by a whole THIRTY minutes!
Richard: I'll give Rage credit, that takes some doing... but at the end of the night a new record is scant consolation for finishing second in this match.
Unable to stand under her own weight, K-Wolf drags herself to the edge of the ring and slowly rises using the ropes as support, allowing her to balance on her right leg. Now that she is finally standing, Bernie Roberts raises her arm in triumph, causing the Negasonic Lupine to wobble slightly, gripping the ropes to remain upright.
Nick: Well I guess this now begs the question... what will Karina ask for? There's no time limit on her decision, but I'm hoping on the upcoming edition of ReVolution next Wednesday where we'll be in Little Rock, Arkansas for...
Suddenly the cheers turn to shocked murmurs of shock/confusion as a blood splattered gladiator returns to the ring. K-Wolf can sense something is wrong, but is unable to move effectively under her own volition, she's a sitting duck for a merciless spinebuster that causes an explosion of confetti on impact.
Nick: SPINEBUSTER! What in the...
Drilling the former RPW'er into the mat as if he were Arn Anderson, Brandon Youngblood slumps forward and hooks the fallen K-Wolf's leg as if anticipating the count. He doesn't get one, just pleas from the officials to desist although their words simply don't seem to register with Youngblood.
Nick: Brandon Youngblood just spinebustered the holy hell out of Karina, I... I think he's under the impression that this match is still going! Afterall, he was unconscious when he was pulled from the ring!
Richard: That's right Nick, but he never submitted and he was never pinned...
Nick: Yes, but you know as well as I do that the rules state in a case like this, the referee can use his discretion and make the necessary call. You can't blame Brandon Youngblood, he's running on instinct alone and in all honestly the sooner he's taken to a medical facility, the better! The same can be said for numerous other competitors tonight, Trashcan Man, Nova, The HIT and Shane Wethers just to name a few! Folks we've finished here in Japan on a slight note of controversy, but although she might not look like a winner at this moment in time, but Karina Wolfenden has finished as king of the hill and now has to decide just what her destiny will hold. From myself and Richard here in Hokkaido, thank you for joining us for Culture Shock and whatever you do, don't miss ReVolution next Wednesday in Little Rock... GOOD NIGHT!
The PRIME logo and copyright appear on the screen as Youngblood sits on the mat next to the limp body of the Negasonic Lupine, his white tights caked in blood, trying to comprehend why his name is not the one adorning the PRIME-A-Tron screen as the Dual Halo 2005 winner.
