Redemption 30

[Slaine Rodrick]

[[We open to the crowd cam scanning the fully filled BOK Center in Tulsa, Oklahoma. A few signs grace the camera from a distance, the two most noticeable ones being ‘NICKLEBONE IS BETTER THAN NICKELBACK!’ and ‘Ja Gi Kyung-Moon me anytime’. Before we go a full on sign tour, ‘Last Man Standing’ by Pop Evil hits. The crowd pops hard for the theme and light show on the stage, and then they proceed to explode upon seeing ‘V12’ on the PhoenixTron. The stage explodes with the usual opening display of red, yellow, and orange pyo, and through the smoke steps the PW International Champion, Scott Rage. That can be told from his immense shadow alone. Standing by him is another shadow, but there’s far too much smoke to get a clear visual.]]

Alpine: Welcome PW fans to Redemption number 30! Standing by me as usual is the mic pleaser himself, Ronaldo Corazon!

Corazon: Ah thank you. Now usually we’d be opening this up with a gab fest on just how awesome this card is, but Scott Rage seems to have other plans.

Alpine: If he wants to open the show, that’s fine by me. He’s a hall of famer, he’s earned it.

Corazon: Can’t argue with that. Is that a familiar hispanic next to him?

[[Ronaldo’s suspicions are confirmed as Cobra and Scott Rage step out from the smoke. They raise their hands atop the stage, emitting even more fireworks. Smoke pours out like a witch’s cauldron from the stage as the two mega fan favorites walk down to the ring. Chants of “RAGE!” and “COBRA!” start to flow as the two each take a side of the ramp. Every few feet they’re stopped by another fan who wants a kiss, wants a photograph, wants a hug, or wants a high five.]]

Corazon: Christ people can you let the men get to the ring?

Alpine: Wrestling is big in Oklahoma, which means Cobra and Rage are icons here. They’ll probably be awhile.

[[They work their way to the ring, showing the fans love at a snail rate. Once they reach the ring, Cobra takes the steps and Rage follows his old pattern of top rope pull up to the apron followed by a step over. The two make their way to the center of the ring, standing side by side. After a brief looking around of the screaming humanity, Rage smiles and lifts his title into the air, causing a four post orange pyro explosion! Once the towers of flames die down, Rage sets the title back over his shoulder. A confident smirk comes from the jeans and black ‘V12’ t-shirt wearing Rage, who then pulls a mic from his back pocket. The crowd is still incredibly loud, but Rage seems adamant and rubs the mic across his throat. His theme silences, and it seems Oklahomians are smarter than we thought. They actually quiet down a tiny bit.]]

Rage: WHAT’S UP TULSA!!

[[The crowd lights up as expected for the cheap pop, and Rage grins to their adoration. Looking over to Cobra, who also grins, Rage looks back to the crowd.]]

Rage: ONCE AGAIN...THE BEST DAMN TAG TEAM ON THE PLANET IS BACK IN ACTION!!

[[Fans can’t help but eat what he says up, leading to those “COBRA/RAGE!!” chants alternating again.]]

Rage: Tonight Cobra gets his clearance to return back to action...

[[Pop worthy in itself, Cobra nods to the announcement.]]

Rage: And he’s going to kick the crap out of the arrogant pussy William Bateman for a second time in a row!

[[Cobra nods, mouthing “it’s true” as the crowd pops on.]]

Rage: I’ll have my plate full as well, as I defend this glorious hunk of metal against a fresh face to PW, Jon ‘Yodi’ Carlson!

[[The crowd gives a mild pop for the surging, but still relatively unknown Jon Carlson.]]

Rage: It’s going to be a busy night for us, no question about that. I, for one am looking forward to facing someone who actually EARNED their way to a title shot. Jon Carlson didn’t badger Skip Sanders till’ he caved in from pure aggravation. Jon Carlson went out there and beat three very capable names in PW to be standing in the main event with me this week. While many may not consider you a household name yet Jon, everyone will know the name Yodi after tonight. Win or lose, I’m going to make you famous kid.

[[Rage looks over to Cobra through the cheers, giving him clearance to talk.]]

Cobra: Fame can make someone, or in this case, break someone. From stomping out a potential newcomer threat, we go to the degradation of a has been. A man who was once the envy of PWR fans. At one time, William Bateman was one of the biggest fan favorites ever. He was also one of the best wrestlers on the planet. But he let it get to his head. A World Title reign that lasted longer than a year over a weak talent pool made William Bateman think he was the greatest thing to ever walk the planet Earth. From that point on, he looked down on everyone. Treated them lesser than dirt.

[[Cobra looks around, intensity building on his face and in his voice.]]

Cobra: And what happened? It all went downhill. I was there to witness the tragic descent of William Bateman, and let me tell you folks, it wasn’t pretty. A man who was once nearly invincible was lucky to win a match in the mid-card. To say he fell from grace would be an understatement. This piece of garbage PLUMMETED.

[[Those “COBRA!!” chants are picking up to the point that Cobra has to raise his voice just to be heard.]]

Cobra: I gained a win over him at Revelations, something that even as much as his star value diminished, meant something to me. So to be facing him in my comeback match, just as he’s rededicated himself to the game has me hyped. I’m ready to go in there and prove that me beating William at his worst wasn’t a fluke. I can still beat this egomaniac, and I’d be glad to do so cleanly tonight.

[[Rage snickers as the crowd cheers on.]]

Rage: Not to be snooty, but you’ll be lucky if this match is clean tonight. I heard Johnny Rebel was in the building.

[[Instant boos from the crowd as Cobra sighs and rolls his eyes.]]

Cobra: Damn, really? Well there goes my plans of a perfect re-match with William. Rebel, since your bitch ass is in the arena, listen up! If you DARE run in on my match with William, trust this, I will defend myself. Last week I granted you leniency. Should even try to run down that ramp tonight, I will make you seriously regret doing so. I refuse to deal with another one of your cheapshots. That attack has me paranoid, ready for any type of slime ball tactic you can throw at me. I’m aware at all times.

[[A shade of purple strikes the stage, followed by ‘Smoke On The Water’ by Deep Purple hitting the PA. Boos come from the Oklahomians as Johnny Rebel steps out on stage wearing shades, jeans, and a ‘EXTREME TOURNAMENT FAVORITE’ t-shirt. With a mic in hand, he looks over to the sound booth, who silence his theme fairly quickly. He then looks over to Rage and Cobra, ignoring the drowning boos.]]


Rebel: How fuckin’ cute. Donna and Marie are back together again. I’m shakin’ in my boots!

[[Rebel does a shake on stage, starting up a “SIMPLY FUCKING SUCKS!!” chant. He ignores it and continues.]]

Rebel: Please. The only way you two overrated douches can even be somewhat of a threat is when you’re together. Otherwise, you’re both pathetic, especially you Cobra. I got you watching your back at every turn like a good paranoid little punk. That means I scared ya good. It’s good to see that fear again. Kind of like the fear in your eyes as I watched you lay on the mat with a stinger. You really, really deserved that. For as much of an egotistical prick that I am, you take the cake Cobra. Mr. CWC, Mr. number one, yet you’re one of the most injury riddled stars on this roster. You’re PW’s version of Kurt Noble, getting by on pain killers and hoping to be as big a star as Johnny Rebel.

[[Jeers are filling the BOK Arena as Cobra rolls his tongue to the side of his mouth, scoffing at Rebel’s bold claims.]]

Cobra: Do you even listen to the bullshit spewing out of your mouth?

[[Rebel mouths “you’re one to talk!!” as the crowd cheers for Cobra’s retort.]]

Cobra: Of course not, because you’re too busy thinking about the only person you look out for, yourself. For you to come at me over injuries is laughable. I’m young, in the prime of my career. I won’t deny a few setbacks, but when I’m on, I’m most definitely on. Right now, I’m in the best shape of my career. I can take you out, please know that, realize that. You’re barking up the wrong tree Rebel.

[[Rebel scowls, raising the mic to his lips amongst the crazy amount of “COBRA!!” chants.]]

Rebel: Kid, you’re a fucking flash in the pan! You know how long I’ve been winning World Ti...

Rage: God Rebel please, fuck off! No one cares about some stupid old bastard crying about his hey days! In this time period, you simply fn’ suck!

[[The “SIMPLY FUCKING SUCKS!!” chants start up again, grating Rebel down as he grits his teeth in anger. Ignoring the loud boos, he shouts...]]

Rebel: COMING FROM THE GUY WHO COULDN’T BEAT ME, THAT TAKES A LOT OF NERVE!!! STAY THE FUCK OUTTA MY WAY, THAT IS UNLESS YOU WANT YOUR SHOULDER COLD CHUMP!

[[Rebel tosses the mic on the stage, then makes a motion of taking Rage’s International Title. Cobra and Rage laugh to this just as ‘Last Man Standing’ by Pop Evil kicks up. Just to rub it in, Rage holds the International Title up to the crowd, getting even more cheers and “RAGE!” chants. Rebel double birds both guys then storms to the back.]]

Alpine: Rebel really, really hates these two. With how hot this rivalry has been, I can’t wait to see Johnny and Cobra lock it up eventually!

Corazon: Should that match get booked for UTCL2, it will be just another awesome addition to a freakishly good card. Tonight though, Cobra-Bateman and Yodi-Rage will more than satisfy me till’ then.

Alpine: Those are two great matches on this stacked, as usual card tonight. We’re going to get a commercial break in, but when we return it’s a battle of the newcomers as Keri Saunders takes on Calvin Ingram! Stay tuned!

[[Rage and Cobra go back to their fan handling on the outside of the ring as we fade to a commercial break.]]

[[Back from the commercial, and we're backstage with Ozura standing in front of the PW logo with his arm in a sling. He stays silent for a few seconds just staring down at his arm, and then he finally looks up to the camera.]]

Ozura: Emily D'Amico, Vanessa Vanity, do you two know what you have done? No of course you stupid little girls don't understand what you have done. You think you just won a match and injured your opponent. This injury will heal though, and when it does I will come back and destroy you both. As a matter of fact, it should be healed right around Under The Coliseum Lights 2.

[[Ozura Looks back down at his arm, and then up at the camera again just staring with a malicious intensity in his eyes. We then cut to a very different face as Keri Saunders is prepping for her match. Of course the prep work isn't that easy with Vanessa Vanity and Emily D'Amico acting like cheerleaders. Keri just paces a little as Emily and Vanessa keep cheering.]]

Keri Saunders: Who the hell does this Ingram guy think he is?

Emily: Uh, what?

Keri Saunders: He came in acting like he was the greatest thing to happen to wrestling. He acts like we should all just bow down to him. I'm not about to bow down to anyone. I came here to be a star, and that little Scottish bitch is gonna learn that.

Emily: Go get him Keri!

[[Keri nods intently at Emily, meaning every word.]]

Keri Saunders: Trust me...I will.

[[Keri heads out of her locker room looking ready for war as we cut to the booth.]]

Alpine: Calvin seriously messed up last week starting beef with Keri. It seems she doesn’t take kindly to those who attack her friends.

Corazon: Calvin doesn’t care about her or her friends, this guy is out for self. I think he only reason he even teamed with Ozura is simply to make himself look good.

Alpine: That backfired on him as the girls took home the victory. Ozura is no doubt watching this match, as he seems to have unfinished business with ‘Girl Power’.

Corazon: Oh god, is that what you’re calling them now? Ugh, Keri should pull this out with how she’s been looking lately. Calvin still has a lot to prove on Redemption.

Alpine: Aw come on, Girl Power fits!

Calvin Ingram vs. Keri Saunders

Calvin Ingram Vs. Keri Saunders

Starr: Introducing First, he weighs in at 210 pounds, from Edinburgh, Scotland... CALVIN INGRAM!

[["Digital Bath" by Deftones begins to play as Calvin Ingram walks out onto the ramp to absolutely zero reaction. He starts screaming at the fans, but they just don't care about this guy at all.]]

Starr: His opponent, she weighs in at 120 pounds, from Decatur, Georgia... KERI SAUNDERS!

[["Pretty Girl Rock" by Keri Hilson hits, and the crowd explodes for Keri as purple pyros shoot off at the top of the stage and a pink spotlight shines down. Keri Saunders comes out, and blows a kiss to the crowd on her left side, then follows with one to the crowd on her right. Keri then heads down the ramp slapping hands with some of the fans before she slides into the ring.]]

Alpine: Keri Saunders is ready for this one, and damn this crowd is behind her.

Corazon: Have you seen her? Who wouldn't want to be behind her?

Alpine: Didn't you use that same joke last week with D'Amica and Vanity?

Corazon: It ain't my fault we're getting tons of hot chicks with fine asses coming into PW.

Alpine: Can't disagree with you there.

[[As soon as the bell rings Keri charges right at Ingram, ducks his clothesline attempt and right as he turns around he gets caught with a dropkick. Ingram is back up quick, but then right back down as Keri catches him with a hurricanrana. Back up, and once again he's down as Keri hits him with an Enziguri. Keri goes right into the pin, but it's only enough for a two count. Keri pulls Ingram back to her feet, but he shoves her off into the ropes. He charges with a clothesline, but again it's ducked. Keri comes back, but Ingram is able to catch her with a tilt-a-whirl, no she turns it into a headscissors. Ingram stumbles into the corner, and Keri follows him hitting a clothesline. Keri then turns to the crowd and blows them a kiss. She turns back to Ingram, puts him in the DDT position, and heads up to the top rope before flying off with the Kerimel Kiss. Ingram's head smacks right into the mat, and Keri rolls him over right into the pin. ONE... TWO... THREE!]]

WINNER: KERI SAUNDERS Via Pin Fall @ 2 Minutes, 02 Seconds

Alpine: Wow, an impressive showing from Keri right there.

Corazon: Ingram couldn't even get any kind of offense going at all.

Alpine: Nope, but he's up and it looks like he may want to get some offense in on the ref.

[[Ingram is groggy, but on his feet and yelling on the ref as Keri stands on the middle rope in the corner soaking in the cheers from the crowd. Ingram turns his attention to her, and as she jumps down from the ropes he spins around and stares her down.]]

Ingram: You think that's funny bitch? I'm the greatest thing this business has ever known, you can't do that to me.

[[Ingram then slaps Keri hard across the face and starts laughing as the crowd showers him with boos. The boos quickly turn to cheers when Ingram turns around and Keri kicks him right in the balls. Ingram isn't laughing anymore, instead holding his crotch in the middle of the ring as he falls to his knees. Suddenly Emily D'Amico and Vanessa Vanity come running down the ramp, and each of them climbs the turnbuckle facing Ingram. Both dive off and connect with dropkicks to Ingram's head almost squashing it. Ingram is down in the middle of the ring, and the crowd is cheering the group now known as Girl Power. The three ask the crowd if they want more, and they explode in cheers. The three girls pick Ingram up, and drive him into the corner. Keri goes first once again hitting the Kerimel Kiss. Ingram's head smacks the mat and he pops up only to get dropped with the Canada Cutter from Vanessa. Emily finishes up the assault with The Last Dance, and the girls slide out of the ring celebrating as EMT's rush in and pull Ingram out of the ring.]]

Alpine: Damn, bitches be trippin' yo.

Corazon: Ingram has shown nothing but disrespect since he got here, and he was taught a lesson tonight.

Alpine: Hell yea, that dude is done.

Corazon: You know what isn't done? The 2012 Extreme Tournament. Several of PW's finest are competing this year with many expected to do great things.

Alpine: PW is representing in the tournament, and pretty soon we gonna be playing hosts to one of the group stages.

Corazon: Stage one was held last week in Sin City Wrestling, and we've got some great highlights.

[[We now cut to a video package highlighting all of the great Extreme tournament action. Of course Scott Rage's beat down of Demarco Gurdex is shown, practically in it's entirety. Ja Gi Kyung Moon's only one move needed victory over Jason Rhodes, Masaru Inoue's win over Carlisle Cain, Smith Young's incredibly close match with Keaton Saint, Arkia Fisk taking down the always intimidating Legion. Between the PW stars matches, clips of people like Doug E. Fresh, Adrian Specter, Kurt Noble, MDK and Legacy are shown. The final clips show Rebel standing tall after his hard fought match with William Draconis, Drake Mosa being led into the Siberian prison, and finally Jack Benevolence sitting on the entrance ramp clutching the True Experts title after being attacked by Keaton Saint. The video finishes with a picture of the True Experts title, and on the sides of the title stand Jack Benevolence and Keaton Saint. Under this picture the PW representatives, Arkia Fisk, Johnny Rebel, Smith Young, Ja Gi Kyung Moon, Dragon Demonico Seth Black, Masaru Inoue, and Scott Rage all staring up at the ultimate prize.]]

[[Redemption returns from commercial zooming in on Girl Power celebrating backstage over their annihilation of the inept Calvin Ingram. Keri Saunders and Vanessa Vanity seem to be in much more jubilation than Emily D'Amico though who sits a little distant from the party. Her face is focused but you can tell she is worried.]]

Emily D'Amico: I wish I could be as excited as you guys.

Vanessa Vanity: Oh come on, the guy wears last season aviator shades and looks like a child molester!

[[Emily laughs along with her stablemates.]]

D'Amico: Yeah but, he did beat Keri.

Keri Saunders: You know what, I had an off night. It happens sometimes. Tonight, you will NOT have an off night, you hear me? Show Jason who one of the fastest rising stars in PW is.

[[D'Amico nods in reply of Keri's pep talk more determined than before. Vanessa also nodding in agreement looks off to the side to see Matthias-Wellington Rockefeller and Terry Rothschild Iphone filming them and quickly yells at them. Matthias and Terry haul ass out of there.]]

Vanity: What the...? You two get back here!!

[[Vanessa starts dead sprinting after them as Keri and Emily look on surprised.]]

[[The camera then cuts to Jason Scene in the locker flexing in front of a full size mirror, checking out his new and improved look.]]

Jason Scene: Emily doesn't realize just how in over her head she truly is. Time to steal the scene. 

[[Scene winks at the mirror before walking out of the locker room toward the ring.]]

Emily D’ Amico vs. Jason Scene

[[D'Amico runs right to Scene as soon as the bell rings. Scene attempts a clothesline, D'Amico ducks and springs off the ropes looking for a dragonrana...BAM! A nasty european uppercut takes all the momentum out of D'Amico. Scene follows with a quick pin.]]

Alpine: Looks like the Scene Stealer wants to steal this one early.

1....kickout

Corazon: I don't know how he thought that would work against a well rested D'Amico

[[Scene walks around D'Amico giving her a couple shots to her midsection before bringing her back to her feet. Scene throws a couple forearms to the side of D'Amico's face before whipping her into the corner. He runs to continue his offense but a boot to the face staggers him back a couple steps. D'Amico takes advantage of the break between them and quickly jumps to the top turnbuckle looking for a missile dropkick instead she receives one as Scene quickly rebounds from the boot to springboard dropkick D'Amico right out of the ring.]]

Corazon: Ouch, a long an awkward way don for D'Amico.

Alpine: D'Amico's high flying tendencies are working against her. Scene seems to have done his homework on her.

[[Scene poses in the ring for the perfect execution and the crowd boos him in reaction. D'Amico starts to gather herself and Scene runs to catch her with a Suicide d...NO! D'Amico moves out of the way at the very last second!! Scene has a very intimate moment with the mat as his lips kiss the floor.]]

Alpine: OHHH consider that new look...Stolen!

Corazon: I wouldn't be surprised if he spits up a couple teeth.

[[D'Amico uses the time to roll into the ring breaking up the count and roll right back outside. Scene rises to his knees where D'Amico plants him with a spinning heel kick. Getting back into the ring she yells out to the crowd feeling more momentum. Scene stands on the apron and D'Amico kicks him as he dives down between the ropes. Scene falls to one knee and D'Amico pulls him in between the top and middle rope. With all her might she holds Scene's head as his feet hang from the middle rope. BOOM! D'Amico pulls out a DDT that proves to take a lot more out of her than Scene. She flips Scene over and barely puts an arm over him...]]

1.....2.....Scene's right foot hooks the bottom rope

[[The crowd ohh's the pin count thinking it was a close call but the technical knowledge of Jason Scene always one step ahead...That is until the crowd's boos cued in the entrance of Smith Young.]]

Alpine: What is he doing here?

Corazon: By the chair in his hand I'd say to steal Scene's head from his shoulders.

[[He walks down the ramp a fold out chair in hand not paying attention to the screams and jeers of fans around him. Young folds out the metal chair and sits down on it. Scene looks toward the ramp still laying on the mat. He immediately notices Young watching and it gives him a push of energy to get to his feet about the same time as D'Amico. Instead of focusing on his current opponent Scene's eyes stay fixed on Young. Scene yells out at Young pointing in his direction and moving toward him. D'Amico catches him with a bulldog to pay for his lack of concentration. She pins Scene.]]

1....2 kickout

Corazon: Scene needs to focus on Party-Time or he will be facing defeat.

Alpine: He's been wanting to prove a point to PW. Now instead on focusing on that he's dead set on Young.

[[Fustrated Scene rolls out of the ring to where Young is sitting. Young stands up as Scene closes in on him.]]

Corazon: And here it goes. I got my $10 on Young. That religious crazy always wins.

Alpine: Well considering there's a match in progress the ref needs to get a hold of this.

[[They begin to shout and point at each other and the ref is close to calling the match. Scene makes sure to have the last laugh as he backhands the BYU blue out of Young. Young retaliates with punching Scene in the face. The bell rings as D'Amico is inside the ring, shaking her head.]]

WINNER: JASON SCENE Via DQ @ 5 Minutes, 34 Seconds

[[Young and Scene trade blows looking for the first opportunity to hurt the other worse. Seth Black and security rushes down the ramp to separate the two as the crowd boo'ed the unfortunate end of this contest and the abrupt stopping of a Smith/Scene brawl. The camera cuts backstage to Chris Chaos near the catering table preaching to anyone and everyone about being fed an unfair match.]]

Chris Chaos: I'm one of the biggest stars PW has ever had. Still they fed me nobodies. They still won't respect my true talent. Doesn’t anyone listen to me?!?

???: I’m listening.

[[Dragon Demonico appears from around the darkened corner and instantly sends Chaos on edge. He closes the distance between them and glares at Demonico.]]

Demonico: I also listened to you last week when you mentioned that I’m not worthy of a Redemption Title shot.

Chaos: And you proved me right by losing to Fisk!!

[[Demonico grits his teeth.]]

Demonico: She was the better person that night. I know one thing for sure though Chris...I’m better than you EVERY night.

[[The two stare each other down maliciously before the camera fades to commercial.]]

[[Returning back from the break we see Josh Madrid standing next to Santana backstage. Santana has two fingers pressed against the bridge of his nose as he looks down, wincing in pain. Realizing we’re on the air, Josh brightens up with a smile and speaks.]]

Madrid: Hey PW fans, I’m backstage with one of the most dangerous additions to the PW roster I’ve seen in some time, Santana. Now last week Santana you were involved in a re-match with William Bateman. After the match he brainbustered you three times. How are you feeling after that?

[[Giving Madrid a “you asshole” look, Santana mutters out...]]

Santana: Never felt better.

Madrid: I see. It’s remarkable that PW allowed you to compete tonight, especially after suffering so much damage last week. You truly are a trooper Santana.

Santana: What can I say, I like to compete.

[[Santana winces hard this time, and Madrid fires off a question.]]

Madrid: Coming into this match with Chaos, what will be your strategy for dealing with a tough tag team like Ja Gi and Tj?

Santana: We’ll make it work.

[[Santana winces hard again, a grunt of pain escaping his lips.]]

Madrid: You sure you’re okay Santana?

Santana: Yeah whatever.

[[Santana waves off Madrid’s concern and walks off camera, abruptly ending the interview.]]

Madrid: Well it looks like that’s all I’m going to get out of Santana. Back to you guys ringside.

[[Cutting back to ringside, Alpine is shaking his head.]]

Alpine: Santana is WAY too messed up to be competing tonight. In my opinion, this match shouldn’t be happening.

Corazon: If Santana wants to rack up the concussions, that’s on him. He’s doesn’t give a shit what doctors think, he’s going to run his body down until the wheels fall off. For him it’s all or nothing.

Alpine: He’s headed on a road destined for disaster. In the ring right now are Santana and Chris Chaos’s opponents for tonight, waiting to entertain, as usual.

[[‘Jap The Ripper’ by B’z dies down, and a smiling Ja Gi Kyung-Moon looks out to an adoring crowd.]]

Ja Gi: Tj Jones and Ja Gi Kyung-Moon are returning as a tag team tonight, and you get to see it! Don’t you feel special?

[[The fans cheer, and the crowd cam cuts to a ‘LOVE JONES IZ SEXY’ sign held up by a fat Japanese teen girl with a moustache.]]

Ja Gi: This match is Slaine’s big gift to us. He wants us to be a happy tag team and all, and to be a happy tag team you have to get wins. So what does he do? He gives us a combination of wrestlers that are absolutely bound to lose this match. Let’s face it, this is a step up from facing Rockefeller and Rothschild. But the great dynamic about this match-up for Slaine is he gets to see two unforgiveable pains in the ass stomped down by two breadwinners, AND he gives the best tag team in PW an easy win. Sound like a fun time Tj?

[[Tj nods his head as “JAGI JONES!!” ripples through the audience.]]

Tj: You’re right Ja Gi, it does. I can’t think of a better way to spend my evening then testing out my new Black Sparrow ring boots on these ugly pricks’ faces. The only thing that could draw away from making this a perfect evening, is that son of a bitch Masaru Inoue.

[[His name brings on hellfire boos from the crowd, to which Ja Gi grins.]]

Ja Gi: It wouldn’t be a Tj-Jagi tag match without our biggest fan, would it?

[[Tj realizes that he’s something they’ll just have to deal with, and he smiles.]]

Ja Gi: But that’s all good, we’ll sign an autograph and take a picture with him at the fan expo tomorrow. I know he would just LOOOOOVE one.

[[The crowd laughs as Ja Gi looks to the curtains.]]

Ja Gi: In the meantime though, let’s beat up two social misfits!

Tj: Bring on the victims!

[[The two toss their mics to the outside, then retreat to their corner.]]

Alpine: Well, there’s no shortage of confidence from Tj and Ja Gi. They’re practically looking at this match as a cake walk.

Corazon: Can you blame them? Chaos came back from his break to a loss, and Santana is barely functioning, let alone able to wrestle. This is borderline handicap match Freddy.

Alpine: It’s lopsided, I won’t disagree with that, but I feel we can’t overlook Chris Chaos and Santana heading into this. Sure Santana is hurt, but he’s proven before with a broken orbital bone that he just do not slow down. As for Chaos, the man is a master at tag team matches, having held the tag team gold for a record amount with Trent Stone. I think a lot of people, especially Ja Gi and Tj, are overlooking this combo.

Corazon: You raise good points Freddy, but I still think the conclusion is stamped all over this. We shall wait and see.

Chris Chaos and Santana vs. Ja Gi Kyung-Moon and Tj Jones

[[Chris Chaos starts things off for his team against Ja Gi Kyung-Moon. The two lock up right away with a greco roman lock, and it isn’t long before Ja Gi is being forced to a neutral corner from the strength of Chris Chaos. Being Chaos is pushing so hard, Ja Gi converts that momentum, monkey flipping Chaos to the corner! The crowd cheers as Chaos storms to his feet, aiming for a big boot. Ja Gi ducks it, then starts firing away with knife edge chops to the chest! After three he lands a boot the gut, then takes Chaos to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! Ja Gi goes for the flash pin...]]

1...

[[Chaos isn’t having any of that and press throws Ja Gi off of him. He then gets up to his feet and starts chasing Ja Gi back to his corner. Ja Gi back pedals to the buckles, holding onto the top rope as Chaos approaches. Just as Chaos lunges in, Ja Gi shoots his legs up and locks in a head scissor. He goes to spin out of the corner, but Chaos stacks him up in the corner, converting it for a powerbomb. As he picks the crunched up Ja Gi out of the corner, Tj tags him from behind and lets Chaos walk forward with Ja Gi. The giant shows off his strength, carrying Ja Gi with ease to the center of the ring. Just then the crowd pops as Tj enters the ring, and ducks down, showing off great core and upper body strength as he lifts Chaos onto his shoulders! As Chaos loses his focus from being picked up, Ja Gi capitalizes, landing a beautiful frankensteiner from nine feet in the air! Chaos crashes hard on his ass, grabbing his tail bone for dear life as the crowd chants “HOLY SHIT!!”]]

Alpine: What an amazing frankensteiner! Chaos might have a broken ass from that one!

Corazon: Jones and Ja Gi are magic together. They’ll be PW tag champs soon enough, believe me.

[[With Tj taking over, he hauls the sore Chaos up by his long hair. Heavily favoring his lower back, Chaos cringes as Tj hooks him for a suplex. Santana meanwhile isn’t even focusing on the match as he rests his body against the top turnbuckle, doing his best to look down from the blinding, headache inducing lights above. Tj lifts up Chaos for a suplex, then drops him down hard to the canvas! Chaos puts a hand to that lower back again, and Tj punishes him for that by stomping on the hand. Chaos wags his hand in pain as Tj picks him up again. Just as Tj has him to a crouch, Chaos starts firing off hard shots to the stomach. After four he rises up, and tosses Tj back with an overhead throw! Not giving a shit about his condition, Chaos slaps Santana upside the head for a tag, screaming “WAKE UP!” as he does so.]]

Alpine: God he’s an ass. Here’s a man who could’ve no showed due to his injury, but he’s roughing it out and competing. Chaos should be grateful, not disrespectful.

Corazon: This is Chris Chaos we’re talking about. One of the biggest assholes this federation has ever seen. This is expected Alpine.

[[Santana lifts his eyes from the pad, staring at Chaos like he wants to dismember him slowly for over a month long period. Before he can knock Chris’s teeth out, Tj Jones grabs Santana and yanks him into the ring. Cheers start up as Tj pelts down Santana with boots, Santana offering little defense except for the covering of his head. As Chaos steps into his corner, Tj Jones drags Santana out of his, proceeding to northern lights release suplex him to his corner! Casually he walks over to the writhing Santana, stepping over him and tagging in Ja Gi Kyung-Moon! Moon steps in and picks up Santana, proceeding to body slam him in front of a corner. Fans rise out of their seats as Jagi escalates the ropes, and turns to face his opposition.]]

Alpine: If Ja Gi hits this, it could be over!

Corazon: At this point he could probably finish Santana with a wristlock.

[[Steadying himself on top, Jagi flips forward for a shooting star press, but meets nothing but mat as Santana rolls out of the way! Jagi clutches his hurt chest as the crowd “OHHS!!” from the thundering impact. Slowly Santana starts to make his way to his feet, looking like a zombie who has awoken from the dead. He sludges his way over to Ja Gi, picking him up by his hair and scooping him into his lap. With a laggard pick up and awkward drop, he pulls off a powerbomb to the crowd’s boos! The drop nearly knocks him off his feet, but somehow he stabilizes. He then runs at Ja Gi, nailing a leg drop!]]

Alpine: I can’t believe Santana is able to mount this kind of offense!

Corazon: They call it high risk for a reason. Ja Gi went for a finishing move for a competitor who isn’t about to finished early, no matter if he is the walking dead.

[[Santana stands from that leg drop, looking to the ground and wavering. He then looks to Ja Gi, and it hits him. His body collapses like a puppet with it’s strings cut. Ja Gi sits up, looking to the ref who has a “what should I do?” look. Chaos is going off in his corner, pissed that Santana dropped out mid-match.]]

Alpine: Santana’s out cold! This is scary!

Corazon: It may not be the best time to say this...but get that pin Ja Gi!

[[Instead of listening to Corazon, Ja Gi does the opposite. He kneels up, looking to Oz Oxford and saying “throw it out”. Oz nods, and shouts out something to Veronika Starr.]]

Starr: The following match has been declared a no contest!

RESULT: No Contest @ 7 minutes, 19 seconds.

[[Chaos shakes his head and curses, hopping off the apron and marching up the ramp. Meanwhile Tj Jones enters the ring ring as Ja Gi waves for paramedics to come out.]]

Alpine: That’s a really cool thing of Ja Gi to do. Most guys would pin Santana in a heartbeat.

Corazon: Ja Gi’s a good man, and regardless of the fact that Santana’s a dick, he’s not going to capitalize on his downfall. You gotta respect that.

[[Tj and Ja Gi hold the ropes open for the paramedics, who rush in with a gurney. Slowly but steadily they lift him on a gurney as Tj, Jagi, and the fans watch on with concern. Santana isn’t being booed, for once. As he’s hauled away up the ramp, boos fill the crowd as a spotlight chases someone filing through them. That form hops the guardrail and slides in behind Tj, revealing himself to be Masaru Inoue! Teige turns around to Maz as he rushes him, but Tj ducks his attack and recovers with a roundhouse kick to the side of Maz’s head! He staggers for a moment, just enough time for Teige to set him up and drop him on his head with the Renaissance! The crowd pops loudly, finally getting to see Maz get taken out for once. Tj has a look on his face that screams ‘I barely got away with that one.’ Ja Gi meanwhile is kicking back against the turnbuckles, enjoying the show. Tj’s look doesn’t last, as he realizes that he has Maz right where he wants him. Maz is barely moving on the mat, so Tj does what anyone in his position would do. Teige slides out of the ring and reaches underneath it to retrieve your favorite weapon and his, a steel chair. He raises the chair above his head, drawing a pop from the crowd.]]

Alpine: Tj just barely ducked that clothesline from Maz, and then hit him with the Renaissance!

Corazon: Now he’s gonna try and put Maz out of commission!

[[Teige also grabs a microphone, and tucks it partway into his tights before getting back into the ring. He raises the chair over his head, to the roar of the crowd…but then slowly lowers it.]]

Corazon: What is he doing? He’s making a fool move!

[[Tj opens up the chair, and then casually places in over Maz’s chest. The support bars dig into his torso, and it becomes worse when Tj sits on the chair.]]

Alpine: Teige has him pinned to the mat! What is he gonna do?

[[Tj takes the microphone out and raises it to his mouth, a sick smile on his lips.]]

Tj: Nowhere for you to run this time, Mazzy. So you’re gonna listen to what I gotta say. I don’t give a damn if you think that you’re the top dog because you got a call to fall your way. I don’t give a damn if you resort to twitter to tell everyone how you dominated me…I don’t give a damn if you prance around telling everyone how you don’t think I deserve a shot at the title. If that is what makes you feel secure about yourself, then go ahead and do it. But there is a severe difference in what is reality, and what you think. I have taken it upon myself to bridge that gap.

[[Teige looks up at the crowd for a moment, before looking down at the now-conscious and swearing Masaru Inoue.]]

Tj: So somewhere down the road, you and I are gonna meet. You’ll scream the same old bullshit you are now, and I will stand in silence, staring a hole right through you. And I’m gonna do what I just did to you. I’m gonna lift you up and drop you down on your head, in front of thousands of fans and millions at home. But there will be a referee around, and he is going to count to three, then he is going to raise my hand in victory. I’m going to destroy the ‘invincible’ Masaru Inoue. I am going to leave you a broken shell of a man…and I am going to do it…on my terms.

[[The cheering crowd grows silent as Tj says this.]]

Tj: Right now, Ja Gi Kyung-Moon has proven himself worthy of a title shot against you. He beat you last week, no matter how he did it. He beat you, and I think that at Under the City Lights, it should be Masaru Inoue defending against Ja Gi Kyung-Moon. I personally want a front row seat to watch him fuck up your face, but that’s besides the point. I want him to get the same opportunity I got. He is going to face you one on one. I won’t need to be around. Because win or lose, you have me to look forward to. You have my previously mentioned scenario to expect. So enjoy your chance to talk all your little nonsense for now…because I’m waiting just beyond the horizon…and I guarantee you that you won’t be as lucky as you were last time. You may think I’m gutter trash now, but I know you’ll change your tune.

[[Tj drops the microphone right on Maz’s forehead, with nothing for him to do but take it. Teige gets up off the chair and rolls from the ring as Maz takes in longer breaths, trying to curse Tj and recover at the same time. Ja Gi hops out the ring as well, doing a Scott Hall-like point to a sign that reads ‘JA GI KYUNG-MOON FOR WORLD CHAMPION 2012’. “Bombs Away” plays over the sound system as Tj grins an eerie grin in Maz’s direction and backs up the ramp with Moon.]]

Alpine: Tj sending a huge message to Masaru Inoue tonight!

Corazon: I think he might just regret what he just did! Wait until Maz gets his hands on him!

[[Masaru curses Tj and Alpine vehemently as we head to a commercial.]]

[Slaine Rodrick]

[[We return from the break to see Masaru Inoue charging up to Skip Sanders’ office. A cameraman is along for the ride, following the quick steps of Masaru as best as he can. Once he reaches the door, Masaru raps hard three times.]]

Voice: Come in!!

[[Masaru is already on his way in, as he turned the knob right after the knocks. Charging up to Skip’s desk, Masaru is absolutely livid. Skip is busy flipping through paperwork, not even looking up to the steaming beast lingering in front of his desk.]]

Skip: What can I do ya for Maz.

[[He says dryly, causing Masaru to huff and puff.]]

Masaru: THIS IS BULLSHIT SKIP!!! I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO DEFEND MY TITLE AGAINST JA GI KYUNG-MOON!! HE DIDN’T BEAT ME FAIR AND SQUARE, THAT MOTHERFUCKER WON BY DQ!!

[[A sigh creeps out from Skip, who finds a stopping place for his paperwork as he gingerly lifts his head up.]]

Skip: Need I remind you Masaru, YOU made the stipulation that Ja Gi would receive a title shot should he beat you. He did beat you, did he not?

Masaru: YEAH BUT!!

Skip: Yeah, but you realize the rules are the rules. If you didn’t like the way he won the match, then you should’ve been a little more specific with the rules.

Masaru: I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO BE!!! A DQ WIN IS NOT WORTHY OF A TITLE SHOT, END OF STORY!!

[[Seeing as Masaru is putting up a fight, Skip straightens up from his casual position and leans forward, looking into Masaru’s black ‘X’ contacts.]]

Skip: There’s no argument to this. You made an agreement that would grant Ja Gi the World Title shot. Therefore it’s official, stamped and certified. You WILL defend your PW World Championship against Ja Gi Kyung-Moon at Under The Coliseum Lights 2!!

[[The crowd pops hard in the background as Masaru stares at Skip silently, not saying a word. After five seconds, he speaks a reply through grit teeth.]]

Masaru: Fine.

[[He sighs deeply, trying to control the urge to punt the potted plant next to him.]]

Masaru: But as champion, I WILL set the stipulations for this match. Ja Gi WILL compete against me in any match, in any stipulation I deem fit.

Skip: Whatever, but you will defend that title against him. There’s no getting out of that.

Masaru: Next week I’ll share my plans with the world. And I can assure you, Ja Gi will want out after he hears what I have to say.

Skip: Are we finished?

[[Masaru silences, giving Skip a hard look before exiting his office. Skip shakes his head and goes back to his paperwork as we cut to a rather quiet area of the arena. We’re right outside the boiler room door, and standing there, looking to the ground is William Bateman. He’s dressed in a far cry from his usual suit. Just a pair of black pleather pants, black wrist tape, and black ring boots. A mixed reaction comes out from the crowd as he speaks.]]

William: I’ve come to a crossroads in my life. A moment of self awareness, if you will.

[[He looks up, showing off his icy blue eyes to the camera.]]

William: I’ve been made to realize that the way I’ve been doing things now for quite some time just won’t cut it.

[[Will shakes his head slightly, licking his lips as he thinks over his predicament.]]

William: I’ve been doubted recently. The longest reigning PW World Champion is looked upon as just another gatekeeper. Just another former champ, hoping he can stay active in the main event for as long as he can. Fuck that.

[[William sighs through his nose, pissed off at the player hation.]]

William: I’m a young man for Christ’s sake. I’ve gone through a few injuries, but even at 80% I should be blowing through most of these goons lucky enough to steal a victory over me. Instead I’m booked in a re-match with Cobra, hoping to even the score between us. There should be no score evening. It should be my second squashing of Cobra.

[[The fans don’t take kindly to that, giving William some boos.]]

William: But I’ll deal with it. I’ll suck it up. Because I know I can still be the most dominant champion PW has ever seen. That will is still inside me, as much as you fucking idiots want to deny it, it’s still here. There was a day when my name was feared amongst the hall of famers and legends of this industry.

[[Tilting his head to one side, William lets out a cacophony of neck cracks, then straightens.]]

William: That day is returning soon, motherfuckers.

[[William gets a slight pop for his determination, but the crowd is definitely mixed if anything. Cut back to the booth.]]

Alpine: I haven’t seen William this passionate, or this bare in quite some time. He’s always usually decked out in some nice Italian suit.

Corazon: He’s having a mid-life crisis, so he’s reverting back to his youth. Happens all the time.

Alpine: He’s not that old, geez. I gotta say though, it’s nice to see this determination out of William. He seems really motivated.

Corazon: For this match not involving title implications, this is incredibly rare from him. Will it pay off? We’ll see.

Alpine: It should be a great one. Speaking of great ones, I can’t wait to see Ja Gi vs. Maz at UTCL2 for the World Title! That match up should be huge!!

Corazon: And with Maz rolling the stipulation dice, that should be one insane match up. But enough of my babbling, Cobra’s in the ring so let’s take it to ringside!

William Bateman vs. Cobra

[[There’s not much of a feeling out process as the two eager wrestlers get to it. Cobra squares up his stance on William, chasing him down and firing off a hard Muay Thai kick to the side. William takes it without even blinking and drives a hard leg kick to Cobra, with the much bigger man checking it with ease. Cobra then grapples with William and pushes him into the corner, pressing 260 pounds down on him. He then ducks and starts smashing in William’s ribs with hard shoulder slams, getting William to wince. He then lifts William up to the top turnbuckle, and starts slamming hard fists into his head. He then gets up on the top rope, throws an arm over his head, and aims for a superplex! However William hooks his legs on the top rope, letting Cobra flop to the mat. As expected, Cobra is back up to his feet, but William is right on him with a spinning wheel kick off the top rope! The fans cheer for his high flying feats as he follows it up with a grounded moonsault, followed by a pin fall.]]

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[[Cobra kicks out right away, and William does his best to keep him grounded. Right away he’s slamming fists into Cobra’s skull, then he follows it up by grabbing a handful of hair and going for his famous Kawada kicks. He lands two solid ankle shots to the face before Cobra can take his leg and trip him to the ground! With that leg in hand, Cobra falls back for a kneebar. William is out on the slither right away, rolling his body and twisting his leg out of the grip. The two are up to the feet and the fans are loving it.]]

Alpine: William is definitely keeping Cobra busy in there. He’s working a quicker style than usual.

Corazon: You gotta be quick with Cobra. It’s bad enough the guy is a powerful giant. He’s also fast and not afraid to go aerial.

[[William rushes at Cobra right away, rolling up his torso for a hurricanrana. Before he can get slammed to the mat, William rolls forward, bringing Cobra down with a sunset flip!]]

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[[Cobra kicks out of the attempt, and William follows up by attempting to lock in an inverted STF! Before he can roll it over, Cobra slips his legs out and twists out of the move. The two get to their feet and Cobra latches on a plum clinch. Right away he gets going with the Muay Thai knees, with William takes four hard shots, all thankfully on the forearms. The crowd “OHHS!!” with each strike, with a fifth strike grazing his eyebrow, thus creating a nice cut for him to worry about. A small trickle of blood pours into his eye as he escapes from the clinch. William doesn’t back down, he stay in the pocket with Cobra and waits for him to strike. Cobra throws a nice 1-2 combo, then tries to throw off William with a big boot. William sways the shots and ducks the boot, swiveling to the side and latching on a plum clinch of his own. Once again the fans are standing as William lands the Fuck Your Face! “OHHS!!!” fill the crowd as William wails away with rapid, solid knees! Most are blocked by Cobra’s thick forearms, but one slips through the cracks, splitting open Cobra’s forehead! Blood starts gushing as Cobra shoves William out of the clinch, and feels his bloody forehead.]]

Corazon: Yeah dude, you’re bleeding.

Alpine: This is beginning to resemble more a fight than a match! Both these men certainly have something to prove.

Corazon: They want the fear of this roster again, and a match like this is a good way of doing so.

[[Cobra looks pissed, and marches towards William who’s already springing his back off the ropes. He then flies at Cobra for a leaping yakuza kick, but Cobra grabs the boot and shoves William on his ass! Cheers come from the crowd as Cobra picks up William, ignoring the body shots as he’s coming up. Cobra puts a stop to that with a walloping forearm over the back, dropping William back to the mat! Unrelenting, he picks up William, double hooks his arms, and drives him to the mat with a tiger bomb!]]

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[[Kickout. Cobra doesn’t care about the blood coursing from his face, he picks up William grit teeth, yanking him on his shoulders, then driving him to the mat with a DVD to the crowd’s “OHHHS!!” Cobra once again goes for the pin.]]

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[[Kickout. Cobra looks pissed, so he looks out to the crowd.]]

Cobra: SNAKEBITE!!

[[They erupt as he wastes no time in slinging up William, headlocking him, and dropping him with the Snakebite!]]

Alpine: This surely has to be it, the skull can only take so much impact.

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KICKOUT!

Corazon: How did he kick out of that? I know William has nuts and bolts all over his body, but I wasn’t aware he had an adamantium plate in his head.

[[Cobra is unbelievably pissed at this point. He looks down on the stirring William, shaking his head before he looks out to the crowd, confused as how to put down this guy. Out of the corner of his eye he sees William trying to get up, so he hunches down, preparing for a big move. The crowd is abuzz as he waits patiently for William to sit up. But before he can fly forward, one of the camera crew smacks him in the back of the head with the camera! Cobra goes stumbling forward, and William makes the most of the opportunity by latching on for a roll-up!]]

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WINNER: William Bateman via PIN FALL @ 9 minutes, 34 seconds.

Alpine: What the hell just happened? Did the cameraman just hit Cobra?

Corazon: A lot of disgruntled cameramen out there. Gotta watch out for them.

Alpine: That son of a bitch! I should have known...

[[Rebel slides into the ring, making sure to take off his ‘PW Camera Crew’ black shirt and hat before pelting down Cobra with axehandle blows. He rains down stomps to the hellish boos of the crowd as William looks over to the scene, and simply walks away from it.]]

Alpine: This guy can’t get enough with the attacks!

Corazon: He’s a disease in PW Freddy. Good thing the cure is on it’s way to the ring!

[[Rage shoots out of the curtains, hauling ass to the ring and blowing right by William Bateman. He slides in the ring just as Rebel turns around, and slams a huge fist in his face! Rebel takes one, and another, and another, with the crowd chanting “OHH!!” to each hit. Rage then finishes off the combo by big booting Johnny Rebel over the top rope! Rebel crashes into the guardrail as the fans go apeshit for Rage! He walks over to his partner, helping him up as a cringing Rebel peels himself off the guardrail. Looking to be enraged, Rebel yanks a microphone out of Veronika’s Starr’s hands, and directs his attention at the tag team.]]

Rebel: LISTEN UP YOU TWO WORTHLESS SACKS OF SHIT! I WANT YOU BOTH NEXT WEEK, HANDICAPPED MATCH! THE ONLY WAY YOU TWO ARE WORTH A DAMN IS A TAG TEAM, AND THAT’S THE ONLY WAY I’M GONNA GET ANY SORT OF CHALLENGE FROM YOU TWO!!! YOU PUSSIES ACCEPT!!?!

[[All Rage and Cobra can do that offer is laugh their asses off. They then nod as Rebel burns a hole through them with his eyes.]]

Alpine: He’s making a big mistake. HUGE mistake.

Corazon: He may be, but it shall be very entertaining watching him get his ass kicked by them.

[[Rebel spikes the mic and storms off as we cut to a video playing. On the screen is the Canadian flag, flapping in the wind. Stepping on screen to boos is Canadian Crusader, dressed in a Vancouver Canucks jersey and wrestling tights. With a hand pressed to his heart, he gives a speech of sorts.]]

CC: Redemption 30 is a showcase if you haven’t realized it by now. A showcase of the best PW as to offer. Unfortunately, a lot of the talent present on this card isn’t worthy of the spots they’ve received. Jon Carlson in the main event? Absolutely ludicrous. Empire in a six man tag? Who cares. Up and down this card, there’s losers claiming spots they just don’t deserve. Don’t fear however, you fat, lazy, pasty wastes of American space, that’s where I come in!

[[CC beams proudly as he continues to speak.]]

CC: I’ve come to save you from a card full of forgetful matches. No one will remember Jon Carlson losing to Scott Rage. No one will remember Empire or their opponents, hell I’ve already forgotten who’s in their stable nowadays. But everyone, every single person watching Redemption will remember a match that will alter history. Tonight, a TRUE contender to the International Title will be crowned. No longer will Juan Ramirez fill your ears with lies and your eyes with false promises. I will put an end to this controversy once and for all, and challenge that graying old fat American scumbag Rage at Under The Coliseum Lights 2!

[[He nods to this, believing it to be fact.]]

CC: I’ve seen useless American, after useless American tarnish the image of the International Title. It’s about time a true international talent held it. America, welcome your new champion, and get used to him.

[[CC snarls to the camera, walking off to boos as the scene fades to commercial.]]

[[ A video package is shown on the one, the only ‘The Golden Boy’ of Phoenix Wrestling, Juan Ramirez and his previous six-month reign as the International Champion. Highlights shown are of him defeating Rebel to become champion back at Revelations as the vid then shows several clips of him dominating in the ring, profiling and styling and then it shows to the recent struggles with his uncertain face that spoke volumes. They then show clips of his battles in the past with the Canadian Crusader face to face, trash talking back and forth as it then shows Juan laying him out cold with a right hand, skips to a new clip of Ramirez battling Crusader. Crusader is then seen with his head down, as Ramirez is with his hands high in the ring. All of a sudden, the theme changes, more metal-tuned, fast-pace as it is the man, the Hall of Famer, Scott Rage who shows his picture-perfect smile at Ramirez as the two have an epic back and forth moment that switches to the two battling in the ring. Then shots from Collision Course are shown, the coming of a month of talk and exchanges. Finally the last clip shown as it is doubled-down in speed is Rage proudly sporting the International Title as Juan’s expression is blank. As it gets a mixed review from the audience as it leads into the upcoming match. ]]

Alpine: What a package of this triangle, so we speak. Crusader against Ramirez, Ramirez against Rage. The aftermath of it all, Scott Rage, the International Champ.

Corazon: Love him or hate him, Juan has put that title on the map for a good six months. He looks to get back what is his but thanks to the bickering, he msut face another ‘approving’ star in Canadian Crusader for the rights of the number one spot holder.

Alpine: What a battle it should be.

Winner gets a International shot at the next PPV
Canadian Crusader vs. Juan Ramirez

[[ The match bell dings and the competitors step to the middle of the ring. Crusader has that look in his eyes as he locks onto Ramirez, not letting him go. Ramirez welcomes him with the gesture to come on in. Crusader smirks as he dashes towards Ramirez, grabbing his right arm, quickly wringing it, forcing Ramirez into the Hammerlock position. Juan undergoes in the reversal of it as instead of flipping Crusader, he sends a fist right into the gut of Crusader, causing him to double over. Ramirez grabs CC’s hair and again, sends another devastating hammer right into the gut as he shoves Crusader into the ropes as he bounces off, Ramirez flies him over with a overhead belly drop. Ramirez stands up to his feet, berating as he gets the fans to start up booing chants. He ignores them all, putting his focus back onto Crusader. Crusader is rolled over onto his knees, trying to find himself to get back up. Ramirez yanks him up, the attitude of not playing around. He throws Crusader into the corner. Instantly, he runs and jumps, landing perfectly in the corner, to a now ‘slump’ CC to which Ramirez continues the damage to the abdomen as he lands vicious strikes to that area several times until Crusader comes falling forward, face-first into the canvas. ]]

Alpine: Much of a different attitude for Ramirez here tonight with this run early on. Crusader has to be hurting with those vicious shots.

Corazon: Most definitely, Juan is a boxer-first type of guy, he enjoys making people lose their lunch with those hits. Crusader needs to wake up immediately and turn this around if he wants to secure the role as number one contender.

Alpine: Not if Ramirez keeps at this pace …

[[ Ramirez turns his back to Crusader as he again shows off to the crowd. Running his mouth that he’s the best is moments wasted, leaving Crusader to temporarily heal and get to his knees. Crusader with one pushing effort is back onto his feet. He slowly sneaks up on Ramirez as he tangles him up and drops him back harsh with a Russian leg sweep. Crusader getting Ramirez down on the canvas, he gets up and runs into the ropes as he comes back and jumps and drops down across Ramirez with a senton drop. Crusader doesn’t go for the cover, he’s on a slight run, he picks up Ramirez as he immediately locks him in a head hold as if trying to attempt a DDT as Ramirez tries to punch his way out. The punches fail to break CC away from the hold as he knees Juan in the gut just before he jumps up and comes down with a snap-like DDT, dropping Juan right on his head. An “Ooohh” was heard slightly through the audience from the driving impact. Crusader goes to the legs of Ramirez as he goes to lock in the ‘Canadian Crab’. Juan crawls quickly to the bottom rope just as Crusader locks it in but he shortens Juan’s attempted save by a few inches. He drags him to the center of the ring. ]]

Alpine: The self-titled ‘Canadian Crab’ is locked in by Crusader. He’s made his return back into this match imminent and now Juan is vying to try and stay alive in this one.

Corazon: This is going to apply major problems to that lower back and those legs. Crusader been scouting, he may actually have something here.

Alpine: Juan is fighting for that bottom rope. He was inches away, now he’s like three feet away.

[[ Juan fights and crawls but CC keeps applying major pressure and bend to Ramirez’s lower back area as Juan is face into the canvas, arm high, trying not to tap. He looks back up and uses his elbows to slowly walk and progress towards the bottom. From 3 feet, to a foot, he reaches out but inches short. Using his elbows again, he gets enough to reach and grab a hold of the bottom rope. He does it but CC hangs on until 4 and a half then he lets go, issuing more damage as Juan pays attention to that area, holding it. Crusader gets up and begins stomping on the fingers and hands of Juan, trying to disable the strength in his hands. He gets a warning from Ozzie Oxford as he backs off. He goes to pick Juan up and sets him up on his knees as he backs away and rushes forward, dropping him with the signature Shining Wizard, direct head shot. Crusader finally goes for the cover. ]]

Alpine: This could be it!

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Corazon: Close call for Juan there, Crusader looks unstoppable right now. He has Juan’s number!

[[ Last second kickout from Juan leaves Crusader pissed and annoyed even further. Juan realizing the door is almost near closing. He shakes his head as Crusader is already back on his feet. Crusader picks him up. Crusader punches him a few times in the face before landing a few various-styled kicks into the ‘Golden Boy’. He whips Juan into the ropes and on the comeback he leap frogs Ramirez. Ramirez goes to the opposite end of the ropes, bouncing off as he comes back at CC. Crusader catches him with the double-underhook as he goes to lift him for the suplex … but-but … Juan dangles himself, creating a moment of struggle which led his feet back to the canvas. He slips out of the attempted “Canadian Crusher” to which he reverses the situation into a Gory Lock, he captures him there just before dropping Crusader out of nowhere with the “Fade 2 Black” leaving Crusader quiet as a mouse and out like a light. Juan drops over top of him as Ozzie counts… ]]

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Alpine: And that’s a wrap! Great effort by Crusader but Juan pulled that ‘Fade 2 Black’ right when unexpected. Crusader damn near had him in finish-mode with that attempted Canadian Crusher.

Corazon: He did and for Juan, yes his expertise came in at the end but he was very lucky to have dropped out of that finisher of Crusader. Easily could’ve been Crusader standing as Number one Contender!

WINNER: JUAN RAMIREZ VIA PINFALL @ 9 MINUTES AND 33 SECONDS!

Alpine: Woah!!! Carlson stampede in the ring!

Corazon: The ‘Yodilight Beatdown’ begins … Look like he stompin’ ants in the ring right now … He’s enraged!!

[[ Jon Carlson is on a ‘Mad Man’s’ warpath, laying out both competitors as he balances out his beat down on both Crusader and Ramirez. Yodi with a burning glare towards both Crusader and Ramirez, he asks for the mic as he retrieves it from the time keeper’s hands. Yodi stands in front of both men, who are out of it, but showing little motion. Yodi smirks as he goes to a crouched position.

Yodi: It looks like you two got much bigger problems than Scott Rage … Like me!

[[ Yodi drops the microphone as he stands back up, making his way to the exit of the ring as the scene heads to the back where the stellar duo and PW World Tag Champs of “Bones” McCoy, Georgie Nickles are backstage talking as they are discussing some things. In comes Arkia Fisk coming down the hall as she meets up with Bones and Georgie as she holds up a fist, dapping both Georgie and McCoy’s fists as they share a laugh for a moment. That short smile goes back to a straight-face. ]]

Arkia Fisk: Alright ya’ll … We have to establish a game plan against these fools … You have anything in mind?

[[ Arkia asks as both McCoy and Nickles nod as Georgie leads off. ]]

Georgie Nickles: Matter of fact, Factor one in putting this match in our hands … Simply neutralize the ‘weak link’ of the group.

[[ Arkia and McCoy share cohesion as they both nod, speaking at the same time. ]]

Arkia / McCoy: BAD ASS …

[[ All three nod as they all go back to a grin, high-fiving at the end of it. ]]

“Bones” McCoy: That right there wills also be essential in us getting the victory, frequent tagging between us. Stay fresh, wear them down in the long run, keep them from tagging. We need to keep the ‘big dogs’ at bay!

Arkia Fisk: Right on then! I think we’re all good to go!

[[ Arkia smiles as Georgie seems to be thinking about something to which she brings up. ]]

Georgie Nickles: What about Ramirez?

[[ With a wide grin, Arkia fans her hand at that matter. ]]

Arkia Fisk: Oh, no need to worry about him, I got just the right guy for that!

[[ Georgie nods with confidence as the three once again gives high-fives as the feed cuts to commercial. ]]

[Slaine Rodrick]

[[Returning from break we are taken into the trademark EMPIRE skybox where Seth Black, BAD ASS, Juan Ramirez and Kris Keebler are watching the action unfold all the while being waited on by scantily clothed women. Juan Ramirez is in the middle of a rant as one of the women walks over to him and brings him a new drink which momentarily stops his tirade, only for him to continue after taking a sip from his cup.]]

Ramirez: I'm tellin' you, the dude Yodi is finished! I can't wait to stomp that mother fucker's teeth into the back of his throat.

[[Ramirez stands up and begins to stomp the floor, acting out the manner in which he plans on removing Yodi's teeth. At the same time BAD ASS begins looking around the skybox with a curious look on his face.]]

Black: Don't worry about that clown, Juan. You have the chance to get your gold back at UtCL 2. Not to mention putting an end to Scott Rage once and for all.

Ramirez: You right. Yodi definitely gonna get his, but I got bigger priorities. Bigger fish to fry, if you will.

[[BAD ASS cuts in.]]

BAD ASS: Where the fuck is William? He's been like a ghost lately.

Black: Who gives a shit...

[[The skybox grows quiet for a moment before Seth continues.]]

Black: Gentlemen, please do not forget the exact reason we all share this exquisite skybox. Don't forget what we go through all of this trouble for. EMPIRE is the most dominant group of talent to ever be assembled in this sport. We exist to dominate. We don't have time for feelings or any of that gushy shit. And I don't know about the rest of you, but I for one certainly don't have time to be anyone's babysitter. EMPIRE is bigger than any one of us.

Keebler: And I plan on making my EMPIRE debut a powerful one. We get the joy of destroying these three clowns tonight. There is no way to topple a unified EMPIRE, especially a unit this strong.

BAD ASS: Cheers!

[[All four men raise their glasses and finish their drinks before standing up and starting to get ready for the match. BAD ASS begins smacking himself furiously across the face as he jumps up and down around the skybox.]]

Black: Looks like they're ready for us, fellas. Let's do this!

[[As they prepare for battle we cut back to the booth.]]

I hate to say it, but Empire is growing stronger as the weeks go on. First BAD ASS, Seth Black, and William return to competition, now Keebler's in the fray? Sucky.

Corazon: Well to be fair, William's not associating himself with Empire too much these days.

Alpine: Don't know what happened there, but I can't blame him. Empire piss off everyone they come in contact with. Including Georgie, Bones, and Arkia.

Corazon: That's what their good at. Bones promised a war, so let's see one!

BAD ASS/Seth Black/Kris Keebler vs. Arkia Fisk/David McCoy/Georgie Nickles

[[ The atmosphere is real rugged between these two groups as the match begins. Starting off was Seth Black against McCoy. They go into a tie-up as Black uses his power to swing Bones down to the mat as he throws in a headlock. McCoy uses his lower body strength to lift up. He reaches around the head of Black as he comes down, dropping in the form of a ‘Stunner’ as Seth lets go, dropping to the mat. McCoy rolls and gets up in guard before going towards Seth to lift him up. He goes to whip Seth into the ropes but Seth reverses it and sends McCoy into the ropes. As doing so, McCoy bounces off and gets an awakening powerslam, targeting the back. Black gets up and drops a few elbow drops across the chest of “Bones” before picking him up. He drags him over into the corner as he tags in BAD ASS. BAD ASS comes in and takes the arm Seth held, he wrenches it as McCoy looks to reverse it, putting it onto BAD ASS now who screams in pain. He takes his free arm and socks McCoy right in the face as he sends a kick right to the gut. BAD ASS then throws a wild hook that is followed by an crazy-thrown uppercut, all over the place. McCoy drops to the canvas but BAD ASS isn’t finished, he grabs McCoy by his left ear, trying to pull it off it seemed until he picked up Bones to try and spinebuster him. McCoy thought otherwise, tacking both of his fists, while hung over the body of BAD ASS, he bangs and bangs into the back of BAD ASS until he is let free to which he sends BAD ASS staggering into his own corner with a dropkick. BAD ASS came in contact with Keebler who looked to get McCoy but got Arkia instead. ]]

Alpine: I know what Arkia is saying right now to Keebler?

Corazon: Bitch betta’ have my money? … Sorry, it’s in my head.

[[ Keebler looks to avoid Arkia but she grabs him by his hair, pulling him to the center of the ring. She slaps him hard like Ike did Tina as she goes amateur wrestling style with a waistlock to the back of Keebler, a clubbing blow to the head leads to a face-forward leg sweep into the canvas. She taunts for Keebler to get up as he does, she over-excites and overruns her move to which Keebler quickly takes advantage as he knees her before setting her up with a floatover suplex as he places a foot onto the chest of Arkia, posing cockily for the pin attempt. ]]

1….

2..KICKOUT!

[[ Arkia pushes Keebler foot off of her as she regains herself. Keebler goes and grapples her as he goes for the always surprising Enziguri but is scouted well by ‘Miss Business’ as she ducks, holding the one leg of Keebler, who’s hopping on it. Fisk smiles as she yanks that leg, causing Keebler to fall, she then drags him over to her corner as Bones tags in. Bones comes in and goes to work on that leg as he asserts kicks to that left knee as Keebler is pleading for McCoy to stop. McCoy doesn’t, he acts like a machine as he works that leg into a spaghetti noodle as he brings and snaps it back, as if trying to break it. He then drops down and applies a single leg lock on it, forcing massive pressure to bend in another direction. Keebler in pain. BAD ASS comes in and rushes to stomp on McCoy to break the submission attempt. McCoy lets loose as the referee puts BAD ASS back in his place. Keebler, in no position to stand right now, crawls like a baby, as he tries to gain feet instead of inches to his corner. He gets near-way as he has his arm stretched out. McCoy is slightly reeling, in better shape than Keebler right now. He goes to tag in Georgie as Keebler reaches one last attempt with Georgie on the back of him. He only gets less than an inch of BAD ASS’s hand as Georgie backs up. She runs out of the way of the ‘rampant’ BAD ASS, minutes of continuous movement of getting nowhere fast, BAD ASS quickly becomes sluggish. Georgie goes and baseball slides in between the legs of BAD ASS and catching BAD ASS on the turn-around with a dead-on dropkick to the face. BAD ASS goes flying back into the canvas as Georgie takes to the turnbuckle. Black tries to interfere with Nickles but gets a boot for trying, losing his balance on the apron. Georgie jumps off with a corckscrew moonsault, covering BAD ASS for the pin attempt … ]]

Alpine: Corkscrew Moonsault … This could be it!

1….

2…KICKOUT!

Corazon: Not quite!

[[ BAD ASS surviving the 3-count only makes Georgie more frustrated. She goes to tag in Arkia who at first looks timid but she goes to BAD ASS she stomps on his legs a few times before trying to turn him over which was a hell of a struggle. She tires from the many attempts which was a blessing for BAD ASS. He shoves her damn near out of the ring, through the middle ropes as he looks to make it quickly back to his side. Georgie yelling at Arkia to “DON’T LET HIM TAG!” but unfortunately BAD ASS gets the tag, tagging in the slightly ‘limp’ Kris Keebler. Keebler and Arkia meets yet again. Keebler goes and swings her into the ropes, but Arkia smartly sees that limp leg and on the comeback she takes him down with a diving tackle to the back of that leg, putting Keebler onto the mat awkwardly with the fall. Keebler uses the ropes to get back to his feet. Arkia locks him in a grapple as she takes advantage, slinging him into the ropes, he can barely run, limping in the process to which he gets caught with “Offer You’ll Never Refuse” ace crushing him right to the mat as the crowd goes wild. Arkia goes for the pin …]]

1….

[[ BAD ASS and Seth Black enters the ring to save Keebler … ]]

2….

[[ McCoy and Nickles react as they enter just as fast as they collide with them, keeping them from the break-up. ]]

3!!!

Alpine: AND SHE DID IT!!

Corazon: What’s better than paper? Victory in the squared-circle … Arkia got it, including much help from Georgie and “Bones” for keeping those ‘dogs at bay’ as the game plan stated.

WINNER: ARKIA FISK, GEORGIE NICKLES, DAVID “BONES” MCCOY VIA PINFALL @ 10 MINUTES AND 47 SECONDS!

[[Juan Ramirez comes storming out down the ramp to attack the Empire’s counter-parts in the ring but Jon ‘Yodi’ Carlson intercepts him from the crowd and connects with a leaping spear right into the guardrail! This gets Crusader to come running out and the three start battling it out at ringside! In the ring, BAD ASS calls for a microphone.]]

BAD ASS: McCoy! Georgie! We want those titles! We’d be much more suited team to hold those championships then you passive inbreeds! You didn’t beat us fair and square last time! We want you for Under the Coliseum Lights 2, in a tag title defense!

[[Georgie shakes her head as she asks for a microphone as well.]]

BAD ASS: You bitches down, or are you gunna chicken out like Ja Gi and Tj did?

[[Georgie takes a look at Bones and nods, before raising the microphone to her lips.]]

Georgie: We accept. Be careful what you wish for.

[[Georgie tosses the microphone to the ring floor as the crowd goes nuts at the announcement of a tag title defense at the next PPV. ]]

Alpine: Wow! Well folks you heard it here first! Georgie Nickels and David ‘Bones’ McCoy will defend their titles against BAD ASS and Seth Black at Under the Coliseum Lights 2!

Corazon: What a GIGANTIC matchup that will be! What a first title defense test for Nickelbone!

[[Cut to commercial.]]

[[ Backstage Jon Carlson is with Arkia Fisk, Georgie Nickles and David McCoy, fresh off their victory against EMPIRE. Somewhat exhausted they are, Carlson holds a big smile on his face. ]]

Jon Carlson: I’ll watch any of your backs, any day of the week!

“Bones” McCoy: Thank you for your help out there, we really appreciate it that you want to watch over us.

[[ Carlson nods as he grins, although his body motion seemed a little unbalanced. Arkia went over to him, giving him a big ole’ hug as she feels him shaking. ]]

Arkia Fisk: You alright, Jon?

[[ Carlson with an undecided expression. ]]

Jon Carlson: I don’t know, it may be those damn butterflies, I guess. This is my first Main Event here on Redemption. This is big for me, Arkia … REAL big!

Arkia Fisk: I know and for that I am proud of you … Now go out there show these fuckers what an ‘underdog’ can do!!

[[ Carlson agrees, grinning and nodding as Arkia, McCoy and Nickles give him a pat on the back as he enters to the stage. ]]

Alpine: Oh, those ‘Main Event’ butterflies … Jon Carlson is in his first main event folks and if you haven’t yet seen his work, well you are about to see right now why he is one of the bright faces of PW.

Corazon: Yeahh buddy, he better be focused. Butterflies or not, he’s about to encounter with a Hall of Famer in Scott Rage. Just because it’s his first outing in a Main Event, he’s not going to let him have it easy.

Alpine: I’m sure Jon doesn’t expect Scott to do such a thing. Jon has done his work in scouting the big seven foot giant.

-- MAIN EVENT --
International Title
Scott Rage© vs. Jon Carlson

[[ The bell dings, initiating the start of the match as Rage and Carlson shake hands, sign of sportsmanship to which has grown as a rare asset in the business. Taking off, Scott goes into his guard as Carlson paces at a moderate level of speed, circling around Rage as Rage keeps his eyes locked on him. Rage lunges forward to grab Carlson but the ‘quicker’ Carlson dodges the attempted grapple as he throws in return a few kicks to the outside of the right leg, right in the joint muscle as Scott immediately backs away from that. Jon goes to assert more kicks to that section but just that quick, the veteran awareness of Rage picks it off as he catches Jon, now hopping on one leg as Rage holds the other. Rage clotheslines Carlson down to the mat as he runs into the ropes before dropping a dash-like elbow across the sternum of Carlson as he wastes no time, going for a quick cover. ]]

1…KICKOUT!

Alpine: So far so good, pretty even. Carlson took advantage of the early-aggressiveness of Scott attacking those limbs but he quickly got caught and was clotheslined.

Corazon: Yeah, he may want to switch it up. We know that’s the main strategy of taking down the big men. Scott knows that so Carlson needs to come with something better!

[[ Carlson finds his way back to his feet after getting rocked momentarily. Scott takes him and slings him into the corner. Rage powers up the V-12 as he runs at Carlson but ohh---- Rage makes the mistake and Carlson takes the opportunity by sliding out of the way as Scott crashes into the corner. Carlson dropkicks Rage in the back as he goes to try to set Rage by using the ropes to climb up. It looks as if he’s trying to pull off some huge Russian leg sweep but it is takes so long for him to set it up that by the time he even goes to initiate it, Scott is out of the grogginess. He quickly levels Carlson with a elbow, but he hangs on, Rage dials up another one and then another one, followed by yet another one. Four massive elbow attacks to the face of Carlson, he finally falls to the mat, back of his head hitting first as if he already haven’t had his share of head damage. Rage decides to turn around and climb to the second turnbuckle to which he flies off with a splash, looking to squash Carlson into iddy-bitty pieces but for Carlson, he was aware enough to know a massive three hundred-pounder was in the air seconds away from completely making a homicide scene present. Carlson wisely rolled out of the way, leaving Rage burning as Carlson lives for another day. ]]

Alpine: Now again, both men matched up again, this time on the case of bad decisions. Carlson with that attempted maneuver, getting whacked with those elbows and falling hard to Rage actually, for the first time I believe going high-risk and wind up crashing and burning.

Corazon: Yeah, that was a huge ass 747!

[[ Carlson gets up and he claps his hands to try and bring the crowd into play for his advantage. He looks at the ‘downed’ Rage as he takes no time to hit the ropes, springboarding off with a moonsault, coming down across the back of Rage who lets out a yell upon impact. Carlson rolls over the big man as he goes for the cover. ]]

1….

2…..KICKOUT!!

[[ Rage kicking out in the middle of the two-count, Carlson gets up and he goes to the corner, waiting for Rage to get up and on his feet. Rage taking his time gets up and just as he does, Carlson goes running at Rage. Rage over reacts judgment as Carlson smartly ducks under the big boot attempted. Striking on that pitch, Rage turns around and gets caught off guard with a springboard corkscrew but he SOMEHOW catches him, even with being off-guard like that. He gets cheers from the crowd, watching that strength come to light. Rage walks around in a complete circle before slamming “Yodi” right into the mat with a drill-like unique side-slam. Rage peels Carlson off the canvas as he lifts him up yet in the form of a back suplex, but high in the air, on an awkward angle. Rage drops back, as Carlson collides hard with the canvas, his back and head hitting at the same time. ]]

Alpine: Oh hell … That could be the changing factor in this match. His head and back just collided hard at the same time!

Corazon: Although given the OK to compete, he knew the risks, and with this right here, he’s going to have some ill effects after that drop. Rage is all power now.

[[ Rage gets up seeing that Carlson is down and out but with his eyes open, he goes and lifts Carlson up, setting him quickly into ‘No Man’s Land’ as he goes for the Powerbomb. Carlson immediately starts ‘hacking’ at Rage with punches to the head. Punches that had become effective, stalling the release of the powerbomb. Carlson somehow swivels to the back of Rage, his hands now wrapped around his bulgy neck in the form of a sleeper. Carlson hangs on for dear life as Scott tries to shake Carlson off. Carlson like a rabid pitbull is locked on. Rage starts to fade slowly as he is staggering slightly. Carlson has him where he wants him, choosing to go the slow route of things, tiring down the big man. Carlson was successful with the sleeper hold as Rage was down to one knee. Carlson standing up with the lock steady on tight. The ref goes to check on Rage who is falling by the second. ]]

Alpine: Carlson with the always-effective sleeper hold and to my surprise, it’s working!

Corazon: Carlson decided to go the unusual route as he loves fast-paced matches but I guess he finally figured that fast-pace would only take him so far. He needed to wear down the taller, bigger and stronger opponent.

[[ The referee raises the left arm of Rage, dropping it as it hits the canvas … That’s one! ]]

Alpine: One!

[[ The referee does it again, equaling in yet another slap to the canvas … That’s two! ]]

Corazon: Two!

[[ The referee goes for the third as he goes to raises the arm … Just as he raises it …]]

Alpine: NOOOOO!!!!!!

[[ From out of the crowd, Juan Ramirez drops over and quickly slides in as he snatches the leg of the referee, dragging him out of the ring as Carlson sees Ramirez incoming into the ring. He lets go of Rage and as he heads for Ramirez, he’s caught with a low blow kick, immediately putting him down. The fans booing Juan out of the building. The referee comes to as he was dragged and slid out to the outside floor. He immediately waives off the match as Ramirez looks down at the two of Rage and Carlson. ]]

NO WINNER DUE TO NO CONTEST – 14 MINUTES AND 25 SECONDS!

Alpine: He just ruined a great Main Event!!

Corazon: Indeed he did, but I guess the ‘Golden Boy’ wasn’t going to just let this match go by cleanly.

Alpine: He’s lost his damn mind!

[[ After the low blow to Carlson, he stomped a few times on Rage just to keep him down. He went back towards Carlson, putting his full attention onto him, stomping every portion of his body as if he was trying to embed him into the canvas. Ramirez had his back turned to Rage and that had to be the worst mistake of his life because he had awoken the giant. Ramirez was all on Carlson, failing to keep an eye on Rage. Rage was up, standing right behind Ramirez. ]]

Corazon: Juan might just wanna’ look behind!

[[ Unaware of the quickness, Juan doesn’t even look back to see where Rage was. Fact was Rage was back up to his feet, standing behind Juan as he lightly tapped Juan on the shoulder. Juan shrugs it off as Rage smirks, doing it again. Juan annoyed, stops stomping to turn around to see just who the hell it was tapping him on the shoulder. He should’ve never turned around … ]]

Alpine: Oh Boy!

[[ Oh boy is right! Juan turned and soon as he pivoted, he was ‘blanked out’ by the seven-footer’s big boot right to the head. Scott laughed as he looked down at the down and out Ramirez, this time motionless as the crowd approves greatly of the move. ]]

Alpine: Holy hell, Juan felt that V-12 ... He's going to need repair to the face!

Corazon: That was just friggin’ brutal right there, Lordy!

[[ Scott goes over to Carlson as he helps lift him up to his feet. He shakes Carlson’s hands, thanking him for the good effort in the match before its unimaginable end. Rage takes Carlson’s right arm, standing beside him as he raises it in the air while the fans cheer on at the respect of the Hall of Famer to the ‘rising’ Jon Carlson. ]]

Alpine: You cannot beat ‘Class Act’. These two have plenty of it, Both men had a great match in hand until the end but Jon was in that match, given the huge disadvantage.

Corazon: Yeah, he was … like you said, he did his scouting justice. A couple of close calls there were. I wonder just what will be the aftermath of all of this?

Alpine: I don’t know Ron’ but I do know we are out of time. As always, we appreciate you watching us weekly. In closing, I’m Fredrick Alpine, my partner next to me, Ronald Corazon … From here in the ‘BOK Center’ in Tulsa, Oklahoma … Goodnight as we hope to see you all next week!

[[ Alpine runs down the ender to the show as the last scene of the night shows Rage on the outside, backing up the ramp with the International title high in the air. Jon inside the ring, devastated but not completely down as he has something to look forward to. He glances back at the still ‘KO’d’ Ramirez as a smile shows at the last seconds as the feed comes to a close. ]]

*** END OF SHOW ***