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Pro Wrestling Revolution "You Say You Want A Revolution" Frank And Sons Collectible Show - City of Industry - March 28th, 2004 1. The Armani Exchange [NEO Pro] vs El Caliente/Super Solar/El Corazon Negro [SWLL] 2. Shadow XL [M-DOJO] vs Calisto Dufresne [M-DOJO] 3. Crusher Tyler/Johnson Blackwell [M-DOJO] vs Jaiden Andrews/Alex Ripley 4. EXHIBITION MATCH: Ben Waterson [M-DOJO] vs Bryan Coats Todd Michaelson as Special Referee 5. Juvenil Infierno vs El Hijo Del Diablo [M-DOJO] w/Juan Diablo 6. City Jack vs Kenta Kitzukawa [M-DOJO] ***** [We fade in from darkness to a shot of Todd Michaelson dressed in a black "M-DOJO" t-shirt with the lettering in white. He sits facing the camera, the M-DOJO training ring behind him with two masked grapplers going at it.] TM: Joan Wallach Scott said "Those who expect moments of change to be comfortable and free of conflict have not learned their history". Welcome to Pro Wrestling Revolution where we will be attempting to change this business we all love so much for the better. But with that attempt will come hardship, will come conflict. It will not be easy. It will not be a walk in the park. People will deride us... people will ridicule us... people will try and put us down. [Michaelson smirks.] TM: Luckily I have lots of experience at that. Tonight, the Revolution begins. [Todd looks over his shoulder at his students.] TM: To my students and the competitors of PWR, I say...ganbatte kudasai... give me your best. To the critics, I say... look out, we're coming for you. And to the fans, I say... You Say You Want A Revolution? [Michaelson grins.] TM: Starting tonight... you've got one. [The former World Champion bows his head in thanks as we fade from the Dojo to a shot right outside the makeshift arena inside the Frank And Sons Collectible Show warehouse where the Pro Wrestling Revolution competitors will do battle in just moments. A line of fans are at the entryway, none having a clue what they're about to witness, what they're about to become a part of. There are no handwritten signs to wave, no t-shirts of the wrestlers that will compete. This is indy wrestling at its finest. Our cameraman makes his way down the line of fans, showing each of the first spectators of the Revolution as he heads towards the entrance where he zooms in on a piece of hanging cloth with a makeshift PWR logo stitched on it... and we fade to black.] VO: And now... ...it begins. [We quickly cut from black to the interior of the Frank And Sons Collectible Show warehouse. More specifically, to the tarped off area of the building that will house Pro Wrestling Revolution's debut show. The fans are cheering as "Revolution/Revolucion" by Ill Nino blasts over the set of large speakers that make up the PA system. There are three rows of metal chairs around each side of the ring but no steel guardrailing in place in front of them. A large yellow "FRANK AND SONS COLLECTIBLE SHOW" banner hangs on the wall opposite the hard camera and one of our floor cameramen catch another makeshift PWR banner hanging behind the concession table. The ring looks plain... very plain. The canvas is simple white, the ropes black, the turnbuckles black... and there's no ring apron at all, just an empty gap that would allow the very curious to peek under the ring. In the corner on an elevated platform, there's a wooden table with some papers strewn across it, obviously the announce table. As the music continues to blast, Pro Wrestling Revolution Play-By-Play commentator Jason Dane walks through the curtain to a decent sized pop. Clutching a rolled up paper in his hand, Dane waves to the crowd as he steps up onto the apron before going through the ropes. No steel steps to aid his ascent. Dane is a baby-faced kid, not more than twenty years old. He's got red hair and very white skin under his black t-shirt and sportscoat. He grins again as he waves to the crowd.] JD: Welcome everyone to the very first Pro Wrestling Revolution event! [Big pop from the fans in the crowd.] JD: Wrestling fans, you say you want a revolution? ["YEAH!"] JD: Tonight... you got it! The Revolution begins right here and right now... and before we go any further, allow me to bring out here the man responsible for what we're going to be seeing here tonight... the boss... Todd Michaelson! [Huge pop for the former World Champion as he steps through the curtain in a pair of jeans and a black "M-DOJO" t-shirt. He slaps the hands of any fans extended them before rolling into the ring to another big pop. Dane offers him the mic and Todd accepts it.] TM: Thanks, Jason... and thank each and every one of you in this crowd here tonight! [Big pop!] TM: I may be the one who got this ship in the water... but it's all of you who will keep it going. The Revolution depends on the people who believe in it and I want to thank all of you for giving us the chance to show what we can do. [Another polite scattering of applause.] TM: And with that... I don't want to be the promoter who stands out here for an hour to put himself over every week. [A small "FUCK YOU, BLUE!" chant starts up, drawing a smile from Todd who hands the mic back to Jason Dane and slides out of the ring, walking back up the aisle.] JD: Fans, we've got an incredible six matches scheduled for you here tonight including our _huge_ double main event. I'm about to head up there to that table to do some commentary for our home video release that will be available from Smart Mark Video _tomorrow_ morning. [Another big pop!] JD: But before I do... let me introduce to you our ring announcer for PWR... the lovely Melissa Cannon! [Cue the whistles and catcalls as Melissa Cannon strides through the curtain in a plain white t-shirt tied off above her waist and a pair of jeans as well. No fancy ball gowns for PWR, baby! Melissa slides into the ring, shaking Jason's hand, and taking the mic from him as he makes his exit towards the announce table.] MC: Thank you, Jason Dane! [Mild applause for the Play By Play man. Melissa grins at the crowd and then pulls out her intro cards to get this party started.] MC: The following contest is set for one fall and is the opening match for Pro Wrestling Revolution! [The first big pop for an introduction in PWR history occurrs as "La Noche" by Juanes starts up over the Frank And Sons "arena" speaker system. As the curtain parts, the crowd bursts into cheers for the SouthWest Lucha Libre trio of El Corazon Negro, El Caliente, and Super Solar. El Corazon Negro is clad in from head to toe in black, his upper body completely covered with the exception of a gap between the upper chest and his mask. The mask is also black with a red pentagram stitched across it. He carries a large banner with the SWLL logo on it as he walks towards the ring. El Caliente is the second through the curtain, dressed in head to toe skintight black vinyl that has red and orange flames flickering up both legs to just above the knees. His upper torso is also covered in the reddish orange "fire". He wears a mask with the area above his nose cut out to just below his chin, fully exposing a large part of his face. The mask is also black vinyl with flames arcing up from the back of his neck to his forehead. He pumps his arms in the air as he enters the ringside area. Super Solar rounds out the trio in a pair of dazzlingly bright yellow tights that cover his entire lower body. His upper body is exposed, his back covered with a giant burning sun tattoo that ends just before his yellow mask. He immediately goes to the crowd, slapping hands with everyone in sight.] JD: Listen to the ovation for the very first competitors to enter a Pro Wrestling Revolution ring! [Gripping the top rope, the three luchadors slingshot over the top rope, rolling to their feet in unison to another big pop!] JD: Whoo! You can tell these guys from SouthWest Lucha Libre are _very_ enthused to be here in the City of Industry tonight, fans. They've been itching to get at the Armani Exchange for several weeks... including El Caliente who has spent the last week or so training at M-DOJO. I heard he's been very impressive there. [The trio turn towards the entryway, awaiting the arrival of their opponents. Suddenly, the Rock En Espanol fades out and is replaced by "Face To Face" by Tommy Lee. The cheers quickly turn to boos for the NEO Pro representatives.] JD: And here come their opponents... coming all the way down from Canada... well, not really. NEO Pro was recently right down the road featuring one of their major events, Uncivil War, fortunately for us. The Armani Exchange is on their way out here. [Once again, the curtain parts and three men stride into view. The first of which is the "muscle" for the Exchange, Alexander Kinzo. The Japanese native, standing well over six feet tall and hitting the 260 pound mark, Kinzo isn't overly huge but is definitely stocky and built like a fireplug. A rugged visage topped with naturally jet black hair that has since been bleached an off orange-reddish color. His shoulders are decorated with several dark tattoos ranging from a dragon tribal band to the more common Japanese lettering that at times can barely be seen over his dark complexion that resembles more of a Hawaiian or Samoan then someone who is half American-half Japanese. He takes a few steps out from the curtain, waiting for his teammates, clad in a pair of bright red leather pants and a black mesh top. Jason Cruise is the next into view. Standing six feet and around 235 pounds, Cruise is short (by wrestling standards) but stocky in a muscular way, very symmetrical from head to toe in his muscle definition. Short, spiky dark brown/black hair. Hazel eyes. A small goatee underneath his bottom lips. He has a piercing in the cartilage of his left ear, a symbolic family crest tattoo on his right shoulder/arm, and a long scar down/across his chest. He pauses next to Kinzo, clad in baggy white pants with black and red writing down the side, JASON CRUISE on one side and EGO TRIPPIN' on the other. And of course, his trademark red kicks that are known to snap a few necks. Rounding out the Exchange is Johnny Malibu. At 6'2, 190 pounds, Malibu is an athletic, extremely fit cruiserweight specimen. He bares all the glitz and glamour you would expect from a pretty boy out of the Southern California area. Tanned skin. Perfect body. Long honey-brown hair, and the sweetest (though misleading) baby blue eyes you ever did see. A true heartthrob. He joins his teammates, dressed in air-brushed yellow long tights, long boots that rise up to his knee, and matching elbow pads.] JD: The Armani Exchange is giving each other some last minute advice before crawling into the ring to be introduced to this crowd and- [Inside the ring, El Corazon Negro and Super Solar drop down to all fours as El Caliente sprints across the ring, stepping up onto the backs of his tag team partners, _hurling_ himself over the top turnbuckle... ...over the corner ringpost... ...through the air... ...and down, down, down right onto the collected Armani Exchange several feet deep in the aisle! HUUUUUUGE POP!] "REV-OLU-SHUN!' "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!' "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!' "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" JD: OH YEAH! That's how you start your first match, fans! [DING DING DING] JD: Referee Patrick Rodriguez has called for the bell... this one is officially underway with an incredible somersault plancha over the ringpost and out onto the Armani Exchange! The crowd is still buzzing for that one as El Caliente is back to his feet, rolling Johnny Malibu back into the ring now. [El Corazon Negro and Super Solar pull Malibu up by his "long honey-brown hair" and double-whip him to the ropes.] JD: Malibu off the far side... DOUBLE LIFT!!! FLAPJACK! [The pretty face of Johnny Malibu slams into the canvas at high velocity as the luchadors demonstrate their teamwork. El Corazon Negro quickly flips Malibu onto his stomach, applying a camel clutch as Super Solar hits one set of ropes behind ECN... then the other in front of him... ...and promptly _drives_ both feet into the face of Malibu with a grounded dropkick! Big pop!] JD: Goodness! The SouthWest Lucha Libre stars are really taking it to the Armani Exchange so far... Caliente on the apron... [Grabbing the ropes, the spry luchador leaps into the air, springing off the top rope with a legdrop directly across the back of Johnny Malibu's head!] JD: Right on target with the legdrop... here comes the Exchange! [Not about to let their partner go down so quickly, Kinzo and Cruise climb up onto the ring apron... and drive a pair of shoulderblocks into the midsections of the approaching luchadors.] JD: ECN and Super Solar doubled over... double sunset flip! [But before Patrick Rodriguez can decide if he should make a count, El Caliente sprints across the ring and leaves his feet again.] JD: SPLIT LEGGED DROPKICK TO THE FACES OF KINZO AND CRUISE! That's one way to break a pin up! El Caliente is... well... I hate to say it, but he's on FIRE! [The crowd apparently agrees.] "CALI-EN-TE!" "CALI-EN-TE!" "CALI-EN-TE!" [The fiery luchador pumps his fist in the air, bringing the crowd to their feet to cheer for the highflier. He pauses, waiting for Kinzo and Cruise to get back to their feet... ...and pays the price as Johnny Malibu slyly regains his feet, hooking Caliente's arms behind him... ...and _dumping_ the masked man on the back of his head!] JD: Released tiger suplex by Malibu! The 19 year old caught El Caliente offguard... the masked man was playing to the crowd and he certainly paid the price for that decision right there. He got _dropped_ like a bad habit. Cover by Malibu! ONE!!! TWO!!! [With a big senton across the back, Super Solar breaks up the pin attempt much to the delight of the PWR faithful. Ignoring Patrick's cries to keep the legal man in, Super Solar pulls Malibu off the canvas and fires him towards the ropes.] JD: I think the guys from SWLL have turned this into a lucha trios match... no tags needed. Someone should have told our poor referee though. Malibu rebounds off the far side... [Corkscrewing Malibu up into the air, Solar _snaps_ him down across his outstretched knee.] JD: Quebradora by Super Solar! Right down on the knee... and just as I say that, it looks like our teams have cleared out to allow Solar and Malibu to go one on one in the ring. Very odd. Maybe Patrick was able to talk some sense into them. [Suddenly, Solar drops to a knee and points to the corner where we find El Corazon Negro scampering to the top rope.] JD: Or not. [Blindly, he leaps backwards with the intent of putting Johnny Malibu _through_ the canvas with a moonsault... ...but instead gets nothing but the knees of the 19 year old! The crowd roars with disappointment as the SWLL owner crumples to the mat, clutching his midsection.] JD: He hit knees! Malibu gets the knees up, ECN's in trouble... and Malibu with a rolling tag to Jason Cruise! [Cruise steps into the ring, not rushing in the least as he stalks El Corazon Negro, watching as the masked man pushing himself up to his knees...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Oh! Snap kick to the chest of El Corazon Negro... and the veteran luchador seems to be showing a little ringrust here tonight. It's been a long time since ECN's been in a wrestling ring in the United States. Cruise still sizing him up, measuring him... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Goodness! Another one, right to the middle of the lower back this time! Cruise has pinpoint accuracy with those kicks and many a foe has been hurt pretty badly by them. He's still taking a long look... I think he wants the head kick. He wants to try and knock out El Corazon Negro and end this match right here and now. [Cruise leans down, slapping the mat... ...and uncorks one more kick aimed directly at the skull of the kneeling El Corazon Negro!] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: DOWN GOES ECN! Cruise dives on top of him for a cover! ONE!!!! TWO!!!!! TH- [The crowd explodes as the former "Hardcore Luchador" fires his shoulder up off the canvas.] JD: No! Not enough to keep El Corazon Negro down for a three count... and Jason Cruise quickly brings in Alexander Kinzo with a tag. First time Kinzo's legally in this match... but he's holding back, not attacking. I don't get it. [Cruise grabs the legs of El Corazon Negro, falling back.] JD: Catapul -OH! [A hard forearm shot by Kinzo knocks the luchador back the other way, resting on the raised knees of Jason Cruise. And then all eyes turn to Johnny Malibu.] JD: What are they trying to- Malibu springboards! [And brings his entire body crashing down across the elevated chest of El Corazon Negro with a senton splash! Big pop for the athleticism of the moment.] JD: Goodness! What a move by the Armani Exchange, demonstrating some great teamwork of their own this time. [Still holding the legs of the masked man, Cruise rolls over and promptly pulls back on the legs, applying a high angled Boston Crab on the stunned El Corazon Negro.] JD: In comes- no! They're cut off by Kinzo and Malibu! The Armani Exchange is trying to take this one right here... trying to- ropes! ECN gets to the ropes and Patrick Rodriguez is right there to call for a break. [Cruise quickly breaks the hold, checking his teammates while driving a quick kick to the ribs of the masked man.] JD: El Corazon Negro got real lucky right there. If they'd been in the center of the ring, I think this match would have been over, fans. Cruise is waving Malibu over to help him... double whip by the Exchange. [And as the masked man rebounds, he is hoisted into the air by the two competitors... ...who simply hold him there.] JD: What's going- [The mighty Kinzo steps up to the plate, dropping down to a knee... ...and then having that knee driven into the face of El Corazon Negro as Cruise and Malibu fall back with him!] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: Goodness! El Corazon Negro may be making a trip to the dentist after that one! An absolutely vicious move by the Armani Exchange and- Kinzo makes a cover! He's not the legal man but I think Patrick has- ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THR- [Big pop!] JD: Still not enough! The Hardcore Luchador still will not stay down... and Kinzo's waving his comrades out of the ring. He wants this one to himself, dragging ECN up by the mask... OH! Mongolian chop! [The almost-comical Mongolian chops are cringeworthy on this occasion as the masked man gets knocked back into the corner from the impact. He grabs the ropes, attempting to get a breather... but is immediately whipped across the ring to the opposite corner.] JD: El Corazon Negro _slams_ into the turnbuckles... here comes Kinzo! [And the rampaging Kyoto native _slams_ a clothesline across the throat of the dazed luchador... ...and then whips him across again!] JD: What the-?! Charging again! [This time, Kinzo drives the back of his elbow into the masked face of his opponent, pausing to hold him up as he attempts to fall down to the canvas.] JD: El Corazon Negro is out on his feet, fans... his teammates and students are cheering him on from the corner, wanting to see him get to the corner... make the tag and give them a chance to get back into this match. But right now, the Armani Exchange is in complete controi. Another whip?! [But as Kinzo charges this time, he does a total 360 spin...] JD: ROLLING ELB- [Pop! The luchador ducks the elbow attempt, rolling away from it towards the center of the ring... ...where his students rush to meet him. Huge pop![ JD: They've had enough! The SWLL team has had enough! [Sprinting across the ring, Super Solar hooks the staggered Kinzo in a front facelock, runs up the corner ropes... ...and kicks back out towards the center, spinning through the air before _driving_ Alexander Kinzo's skull into the canvas! Big pop!] JD: Beautiful move by Super Solar... and now it's El Caliente's turn! [The fiery luchador sprints towards the recovering Kinzo, leaping into a headscissors... a satellite headscissors that sends El Caliente spinning... ...and spinning... ...and spinning... ...and finally hooking Kinzo in a front facelock and _driving_ his skull into the canvas yet again! Huge pop!] JD: SATELLITE DDT!!! SWEEEEEET JEEEEEEESUS! "LU-CHA LI-BRE!" clapclapclapclapclap "LU-CHA LI-BRE!" clapclapclapclapclap "LU-CHA LI-BRE!" clapclapclapclapclap "LU-CHA LI-BRE!" clapclapclapclapclap "LU-CHA LI-BRE!" clapclapclapclapclap [With the crowd roaring, El Corazon Negro returns to the fray and together, the SWLL trio dogpiles onto Alexander Kinso, yanking him into the air and chopping him back into the ropes.] JD: Solar and ECN fire Kinzo to the ropes... what the-?! [The crowd cheers again as all three luchadors hit the canvas before the charging Kinso who leaps once... twice... three times before continuing on to the far side while all three competitors get back to their feet... ...and score with a triple dropkick that sends Kinzo sailing over the ropes and down to the concrete floor! Another big pop!] JD: I don't know what the hell I just saw but I love it! Super Solar steps out to the apron now... revving this crowd up, waving his arms like a madman as he waits for Kinzo to get back to his feet. Here we go! [Racing down the length of the apron, Super Solar leaps off, snaring Kinzo's head with his legs and _whipping_ him down to the concrete below! Big pop!] JD: Super Solar leaps off the apron and hurracanranas Alexander Kinzo to the concrete floor! What a move by the lucha- oh my! We're not done yet! [Slipping in behind El Caliente, Jason Cruise and Johnny Malibu score with a double knee to the kidneys before hoisting him up into the air... ...and lunging forward to dump him facefirst on the canvas!] JD: Double layout suplex by Cruise and Malibu! El Caliente got laid out... El Corazon Negro's back on the apron, waiting for a tag. I'm not sure why... it's been five minutes since anyone's been legally in the ring! [Cruise yanks Caliente off the mat by the mask and quickly double underhooks him, snapping him over to the canvas with a butterfly suplex.] JD: Nice execution on the suplex by Cruise... Malibu to the ropes now... [Johnny F'n Malibu gets the crowd buzzing by front rolling, tumbling, and then slamming down across the chest of El Caliente with a senton... ...and then hits the ropes again, rolling back the other way... ...and slamming down with a senton again! But wait... ONE! MORE! TIME!] JD: I guess we'd call that... rolling rolling sentons?! Whatever it was, it was damn effective... and Cruise with a cover! ONE!!!! TWO!!!!!! THRE- [BIG POP!] JD: EL CORAZON NEGRO MAKES THE DIVING SAVE! THE HARDCORE LUCHADOR BREAKS UP THE PIN! [Johnny Malibu quickly buries a boot to the ribs of ECN, calling Cruise over to double whip the masked man across the ring.] JD: Double irish whi- OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! [The crowd echoes Jason's cry as El Corazon Negro uses the momentum of the irish whip to hurl his body over the top rope, wiping out both Super Solar and Alexander Kinzo with a beautiful somersault plancha! Big pop!] JD: Three men down outside the ring, three men inside the ring! And if Malibu and Cruise can take advantage of the numbers, this match is theirs for the taking, fans. [Ignoring the chance to do exactly that, Jason Cruise races to the ropes closest to the dogpile, rebounds to hit the far side... then sprints back towards the crowd of tangled bodies... ..._firing_ his body through the ropes like a cannonshot, crashing onto all three competitors with a brutal tope dive! Another big pop!] JD: This crowd is going nuts, fans! Absolutely nuts! [Inside the ring, a giddy Johnny F'n Malibu feels the need to get involved in this madness... jumps up and down a few times to get pumped up... then hits the ropes, ready to take flight.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: SUPERKICK! EL CALIENTE SCORES WITH THE SUPERKICK! [With Johnny Malibu suddenly downed... El Caliente decides to raise the bar a bit, climbing up to the top rope with the roaring crowd cheering him on.] JD: Now it's El Caliente's turn! El Caliente's gonna fly! [The masked man hurls his body into the air, corkscrewing through the sky... ...and crashing down onto the pile! HUUUUUUGE POP!] JD: CORKSCREW PLANNNNNNNNNNNCHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! "CALI-EN-TE!" "CALI-EN-TE!" "CALI-EN-TE!" "CALI-EN-TE!" [With bodies strewn everywhere outside the ring, it seems that the trainwreck has ended... ...until Johnny F'n Malibu rises once more.] JD: Johnny Malibu shakes his head, rubbing his jaw... but dammit, he's gonna dive! [Sprinting across the ring, Malibu leaps to the top rope and springs off... ...flipping backwards while sailing forwards... ...down...down...down... ...right into the pile!] JD: SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR PRESS BY JOHNNY MALIBU!! AHHHHHHHHQUEMORTAL! "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REVO-LU-SHUN!" "REVO-LU-SHUN!" "REVO-LU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REVO-LU-SHUN!" "REVO-LU-SHUN!" "REVO-LU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REVO-LU-SHUN!" "REVO-LU-SHUN!" "REVO-LU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REVO-LU-SHUN!" "REVO-LU-SHUN!" "REVO-LU-SHUN!" [The pile of banged up and bruised bodies starts to untangle with Johnny Malibu the first to escape, pulling El Corazon Negro to his feet and shoving him under the bottom rope into the ring.] JD: Johnny's going up top! This kid's got a death wish! ECN's not moving a bit... not at all. He's taken a hell of a lot of punishement here in this match and- [Malibu doesn't even hesitate before hurling his body into the air, flipping forward... ...and crashing down across the chest of the Hardcore Luchador! Huge pop!] JD: 450 SPLASH! HE NAILS IT! ONE!!!! TWO!!! THRE- [HUGE POP!] JD: SUPER SOLAR BREAKS THE PIN! THIS ISN'T OVER YET! [Solar yanks Malibu off the canvas, peppering him with some short chops and sending him back into the corner.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Big hard chop to the chest! And Solar's putting Johnny Malibu up top... the 19 year old is at the mercy of this luchador from Cancun. [Turning around, Solar reaches back and places his hands under the armpits of Malibu, hurling him from the ropes and crashing backfirst down to the canvas as Solar sits out!] JD: ICONOCLASM! SUPER SOLAR HITS THE ICONOCLA- "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: YAKUZA! YAKUZA! Solar went for the pin but Jason Cruise came out of _nowhere_ with a Yakuza kick that knocks Solar for a damn loop! [But with Jason Cruise gloating, distracted... ...El Caliente takes flight!] JD: SPRINGBOARD!! [A tight spiral through the air follows and El Caliente _unleashes_ a hellacious spinning leg lariat to the back of Cruise's neck! Huge pop!] JD: Goodness! What impact right there! Cruise is down... we've got bodies everywhere again... El Caliente covers! ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!!!! THRE- "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: KINZO BREAKS THE PIN! A hard elbow drop to the back of the head breaks the pin up... and Kinzo _rips_ El Caliente off the mat. Irish whip! [But El Caliente has more magic up his sleeve as he runs up the turnbuckles, turning as he reaches the top and hurls himself back towards the charging Alexander Kinzo who instinctively ducks.] JD: What the-!? Top rope sunset flip?! [Kinzo fights the momentum for a second, then gains his balance... laughing at the attempt by the luchador to bring him down... ...but that laugh vanishes as El Caliente bridges up, using his legs to push himself back over the head of Kinzo into a standing position before him.] "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: He slapped Kinzo! [And flashes the Japanese native a big middle finger before turning around into the most bizarre looking jig you'll ever see.] JD: Wha-? [But as his boogie ends with him facing Kinzo...] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: ROLLING ELBOW! HE TURNED EL CALIENTE UPSIDE DOWN AND OVER!! GOODNESS! ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!!! THRE- [MASSIVE POP!] JD: DOUBLE SWANDIVE HEADBUTT BY ECN AND SOLAR BREAK THE PIN!!! WHERE ON EARTH DID THEY COME FROM?! [Cruise and Malibu quickly regain their feet, pulling El Corazon Negro and Super Solar back up. A boot to the gut by each doubles up the luchadors, making them easy pickings for two of the Armani Exchange's favorite moves. Malibu leans over, hoisting El Corazon Negro over his shoulder, reaching back with the free arm to tuck the head and secure ECN in position for the Air Raid Crash. Cruise hoists Solar over his head into a crucifix powerbomb position, pausing once he's there. And in unision, Malibu drops down to the canvas, driving the back of El Corazon Negro's skull into the mat and Jason Cruise swings Solar down, hooking a front facelock and _driving_ him into the canvas with a DDT! MASSIVE POP!] JD: SWEEEEEEET JEEEEEEESUS! THE LUCHADORS ARE DEAD!!! [With both men sure to be unconscious, Cruise and Malibu dive on top of both men for a cover.] JD: DOUBLE COVER!! ONE!!!!! TWO!!!! THRE- [Soaked in desperation, El Caliente dives into the air and drives an arm down into the back of both competitors, causing the counts to end.] JD: El Caliente keeps the match going for his team... but for how much longer? They're in trouble. Cruise and Malibu are quickly up, pulling ECN and Solar up as well... what's this? [The two Armani Exchange members hoist the luchadors up over their shoulders, perhaps going for a double Air Raid Crash this time... ...but showing the same desperation as their partner, ECN and Solar grab the top rope, yanking themselves and their opponents over the top rope and down to the floor!] JD: They're out! That leaves El Caliente and Kinzo in the ring! [El Caliente pulls Kinzo up, shoving him back into the corner... and then placing him up on the top rope. He quickly runs back to the opposite side of the ring, pumping his arms in the air and whipping the fans into a frenzy.] JD: I think he's going for his finisher! The boys in M-DOJO have named this one the Spicy Hot Rana... let's see if this is it! [Sprinting across the ring, El Caliente leaps into the air, landing on the bottom rope to his left... ...then springs over to the middle rope on his right... ...then springs back to the top rope on his left... ...and one final spring into the air where he hooks Kinzo's head with his legs and _whips_ him down to the canvas! DEAFENING POP!] JD: SPICY HOT RANA! SPICY HOT RANA! THAT'S IT! THAT'S- [With El Caliente celebrating the big move, Johnny Malibu manages to slide in behind him... ...hook a full nelson... ...and _drive_ the luchador head and neckfirst into the canvas!] JD: DRAGON SUPLEX! MALIBU OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THE DRAGON! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! [DING DING DING] MC: Your winners of the match... THE ARMANNNNNNI EXCHAAAAAAAAANGE!!! [A big heel pop explodes for the Armani Exchange, with a handful of fans giving them reluctant applause for their in-ring talent. A tired Malibu drops to the mat, rolling out to the floor.] JD: Johnny Malibu came out of nowhere and scored a dragon suplex to put El Caliente away... but man, what a match that was. What a way to start PWR! El Caliente was very impressive in there for the luchadors. [The Armani Exchange helps each other down the aisle, exiting the makeshift arena to a mixed pop as El Corazon Negro and Super Solar help the stunned El Caliente back to his feet.] JD: A hell of a performance by all six competitors actually and I'd love to see all of them back here in PWR in the future, fans. Listen to the ovation for the luchadors... the fans know they saw something special tonight. [All three luchadors wave to the fans tiredly before dropping to the mat and rolling out to the floor.] JD: Many rumors as of late that El Caliente may be sticking around PWR as a singles competitor... let's hope that's true. There's also a rumor that one of the Armani Exchange may be signed on board after this match... hopefully we'll find out more on that when the lineup for our next big event, When Darkness Falls, is released tomorrow. [The SouthWest Lucha Libre trio disappears through the curtain, the fans still cheering for their effort as Melissa Cannon climbs back into the ring, mic in hand.] MC: Let's hear it for all six competitors in that last match! [One more big pop for the opening contest.] MC: The following contest is set for one fall with a twenty minute time lim- [Before Melissa can even finish speaking, Shadow XL tears through the curtain, stalking down the aisle.] JD: That's Shadow XL, fans... and he doesn't look the slightest bit happy to be here tonight. We've all read about the problems he's been having with M-DOJO head trainer Todd Michaelson as of late... we've yet to get Todd's side of that story, but Shadow's side is certainly... well, let's just say he doesn't make Todd out to be a very good person. [XL rolls under the bottom rope, sitting in the corner. Melissa casts a glance at him and shrugs her shoulders, waiting for the next competitor to enter the ring. The opening riffs of ZZ Top's "Sharp Dressed Man" begin to blare across the sound system, the crowd responding to the music with a chorus of boos. The camera cuts to the entranceway, where the curtains part to reveal one of PWR's most despised (and annoying) characters, "Ladykiller" Calisto Dufresne. Dufresne is clad in a black three-piece suit, his flowing blonde hair cascading down past his shoulders. He stands at the head of the entryway for many moments, soaking in all of the boos he probably thinks are cheers from his "throngs of adoring fans".] JD: He plans to wrestle in a suit? That'll be interesting. [He finally begins to make his way towards the ring, ignoring every fan who is screaming obscenities at him. They just hate him because he's beautiful. Yeah, that's it. Dufresne finally makes it to the ring, where he proceeds to climb up the stairs and in through the ring ropes. "The Ladykiller" then proceeds to move to the center of the ring and slowly remove his three-piece suit, mostly to the chagrin of the male audience, but a few female shrieks are heard from the crowd as well. Dufresne finally finishes removing his suit, and now proceeds to pose for the crowd, flexing his well-defined muscles as the crowd's ever- increasing boos become more and more evident. Dufresne sneers derisively at the crowd as he moves to the corner, preparing for the start of the match.] MC: Introducing first... in the corner to my right... he hails from Compton, California...standing 5'8 and weighing in at 235 pounds... SHADOOOOOOOOOOOOW X...L! [The crowd starts to respond with a scattering of cheers and boos when suddenly Calisto Dufresne sprints from his corner and drills Shadow XL in the back of the head, knocking him facefirst into the buckles. The bell rings quickly to start the match.] JD: Dufresne doesn't even wait for a fair start in this one. If referee Steve Stevens wants to get a fair start, he's gonna have to pull Dufresne off Shadow XL. The Ladykiller spins him around, shoving him back to the corner... "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [A big chop blasting off the pectorals of Shadow XL leaves him cringing in the corner. Dufresne flashes a grin at the official as he tries to get a clean break.] JD: I don't think we're likely to see a clean break out of Calisto Dufresne, fans. He seems to be a punk... and proud of it. He winds up... "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Goodness! Another hard chop across the chest! Dufresne is really laying those chops in, trying to put himself in the driver's seat for- [The crowd erupts as XL quickly turns Dufresne around, shoving him back into the corner.] "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [A huge pop goes up as Dufresne, chest bright red from the stinging chops, staggers out of the buckles... ...and catches a sharp back elbow that knocks Dufresne back into the corner again.] JD: Shadow XL's bringing the high impact offense we've heard so much about from his training sessions. In fact, I understand a forearm shot by XL broke the eardrum of a prospective student who was quick to quit the program. This kid can bring the pain. [Grabbing the wrist of Dufresne, XL fires him across the ring... ...but Dufresne wisely slides to the floor under the ropes, avoiding any further assault from Shadow XL for the moment.] JD: Intelligent move by Calisto Dufresne... and Shadow XL's trying to go out after him. Referee Steve Stevens is right there to block him, trying to get him back to the middle of the ring so he can start a count... but XL continues to attempt to go after Dufresne. [Steve Stevens continues to argue with Shadow XL, ignoring Dufresne regrouping out on the concrete... and then jumping up on the ring apron.] JD: Dufresne's back on the apron, ready to continue the fight. Here comes XL! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: Dufresne to the eyes! He goes to the eyes of Shadow XL and this kid is momentarily blinded! He can't see a thing and- [Reaching over the ropes, Dufresne grabs two handfuls of cornrows... then drops off the apron, bringing XL's throat down hard over the top rope strand.] JD: Ohhhh! [Showing a great deal of quickness, Dufresne slides back into the ring and dives on top of the stunned XL.] JD: Quick cover! One! XL's out of that at one... nowhere near enough to keep someone as tough as this kid down. He's had some issues in training sessions with Todd Michaelson but he's double tough, no doubt about it. [Pushing to his knees, Dufresne unleashes a string of closed right hands to the skull of the Compton native.] JD: Come on, Steve! Stop this! [The referee immediately intervenes, attempting to get Dufresne off of XL.] JD: Calisto Dufresne, the Ladykiller, back to his feet now... pulling XL up by the hair. Plants a boot to the gut... [And tugs XL into a front facelock, sending a buzz through the SoCal crowd who knows exactly what he intends to do.] JD: Dufresne's calling for the Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am... that's the spike DDT that he's really been using to great effectiveness in training lately. If he hits this, it's ov- [Desperate to avoid the big impact move, Shadow XL lunges forward to drive Dufresne backfirst into the turnbuckles.] JD: Good counter by XL... and he drives the shoulder into the ribs of Dufresne! Again! Again! Trying to soften up that ribcage it looks like... Dufresne's trying find a way out of her- [XL pops back to a standing position and uncorks a stiff kick to the ribcage of the Ladykiller.] JD: Oh! "WHAAAAAAAP!" JD: Goodness! Another hard kick to the ribcage! I'm not entirely sure of XL's attack plan... I can't think of a move he uses that would finish someone off with a shot to the ribcage. But you've gotta think he's just trying to hurt Dufresne a bit right now. [Pulling the Ladykiller out of the corner, XL leans over and hooks him around the waist.] JD: Northern Lights out of the buckles?! [But instead, XL spins around facing the middle of the ring... ...and _hurls_ Dufresne up and over, his back slamming into the turnbuckles before crashing down to the mat! Big pop!] JD: SWEEEET JEEEEEESUS! [Dripping with intensity, XL yanks Dufresne off the canvas by the hair, hooking him for the Northern Lights again.] JD: Another one?! [But Dufresne drives a right hand into the ribs, trying to break XL's grip. A series of three more right hands softens the grasp... then a stiff elbow to the back of the neck breaks the hold.] JD: Dufresne frees himself! He prevents another North- OH! OH! OH! [A string of three brutal kneestrikes to the face as Dufresne pulls XL down into each one using the hair leaves XL barely conscious on his feet as the Ladykiller hurls him facefirst into the corner.] JD: Dufresne staggers out of the corner, he's feeling the effects of that Northern Lights into the buckles... you gotta believe that... what's he doing now? [Sizing up XL, Dufresne sprints across the ring at full speed... ...and _drives_ his shoulder into the kidneys of Shadow XL!] JD: Goodness! Calisto Dufresne just _obliterated_ the lower back of Shadow XL with that hellacious spear tackle in the buckles. XL's body nearly broke in half with that impact. [Dazed, the Compton native staggers backwards out of the buckles... ...where a waiting Calisto Dufresne hooks his cornrows and jerks him down onto an outstretched knee! Big sympathy pop!] JD: A hairpull backbreaker?! I've never seen that before! Incredible innovation by Calisto Dufresne... and Shadow XL is hurting in a bad, bad way right now. The kid's lying on the mat, clutching his lower back... and Calisto Dufresne, the Ladykiller, looks like he's on top of the world. [Dufresne walks around the ring, ignoring his fallen foe as he soaks up the jeers of the PWR fans.] JD: This guy hasn't made any friends here tonight at Frank And Sons... but I doubt he gives a damn. The Ladykiller's taunting these fans... and now he _finally_ goes for a cover. Not gonna get him now, Mr. Ego Man! [In typical arrogant jerk fashion, Dufresne presses a single finger down into the chest of the fallen Shadow XL.] JD: ONE! TWO! [The crowd cheers as XL pops a shoulder off the canvas, grimacing as he does so.] JD: Shadow XL looks to be in pretty bad shape here, fans... you can tell it took a lot out of him just to kick out of that pin attempt. Dufresne... what a jerk! A boot to the side of the face rolls XL over onto his stomach... he leaps! [And drives a knee down into the lower back of Shadow XL, planting the knee there as he reaches for XL's hair.] JD: Hairpull bow and arrow! Steve Stevens is right there, laying a count on Dufresne to break the illegal hold. [Illegal but damn effective as XL's back is torqued by his head being pulled back by the hair and the knee posted in the middle of his back to increase the pressure. Dufresne ignores the five count til four... then breaks, slapping his hands together to show a clean break.] JD: Stevens is letting Calisto Dufresne know that we don't tolerate that kind of stuff in PWR. Pro Wrestling Revolution is about _wrestling_... about _skill_... not about cheating your way to victory. Cheating shows a total lack of respect for your opponent, for the fans, and for this company and it makes me sick to see it. [Getting back to his feet and shoving the official aside, Dufresne leaps into the air again... this time driving _both_ knees down into the lower back of his opponent.] JD: Calisto Dufresne working a very methodical style here tonight... wasting no energy as he attempts to show Shadow XL that there's more to this business than being able to hit hard. That big double kneedrop does even more damage to the lower back of XL. [Sliding into a straddle, Calisto hooks his hands under the chin of the Compton native and tugs backwards.] JD: Camel clutch applied by Calisto Dufresne! Shadow XL's a tough son of a bitch, but you have to wonder if even he can survive thi- [Slipping his hand between his chin and Dufresne's hands, XL manages to loosen the grip just enough to completely spin to his back... ...and drive his skull into the Ladykiller's eyesocket!] JD: Oh! That'll break the hold! [Dufresne staggers back, covering his eye as Shadow XL pushes himself back to his feet.] JD: XL back up... "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Goodness! [A blistering chop echoes through the makeshift arena as Calisto falls backwards into the ropes... but gets immediately whipped right back across the ring.] JD: Dufresne to the ropes... rebounds back... XL scores a boot to the gut. HOOKS! EXPLOOOOOOIIIIIIDAAAAAA- [But a sharp elbow to the side of the head... and a second... and a third finally breaks Shadow XL's grasp.] JD: Boot to the gut by Dufresne... double underhoo- XL spins out of it. [And drives his skull into the Ladykiller's eyebrow with sickening velocity... a shot that knocks Dufresne to the canvas and sends him rolling out to the floor to recover.] JD: Did I say there was more to wrestling than hitting hard? Maybe I was wrong on that one. [The crowd rises to its' feet as Shadow XL climbs up the ropes, mounting the top turnbuckle...] JD: SHADOW XL'S GONNA FLY! [But before he can hurl himself out onto the Ladykiller, Dufresne grabs a fan out of the front row and pulls her in front of himself. Huge heel pop!] JD: Oh come on! What a bastard this guy is! Using a paying spectator to protect himself from Shadow XL... with XL's attitude problem, I'm surprised he didn't jump on him anyways. [XL shouts a few choice words at Steve Stevens who shrugs his shoulders before shouting at Dufresne to get back into the ring. Smirking, Dufresne continues to use the female fan as a shield before slipping up onto the apron...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: High kick! High kick on target! Down goes Dufresne! [The Ladykiller lies on the ring apron, rubbing the side of his face as he tries to get back to his feet, hoping to avoid being an open target for a pissed-off Shadow XL.] JD: XL's out on the apron now! He's out there right with Calisto... pulling him off the apron. What the- oh! [Shadow XL hooks Dufresne for an Exploder again... this one presumably off the apron to the solid concrete floor. The crowd begins to roar at the thought of it.] JD: He's gonna suplex him on the concrete! He's going to- [Dufresne drives an elbow down into the side of the face again... and again... and again... and again...] JD: Calisto gets loose... backing away now, trying to get a second wind. XL! [The Compton native sprints down the apron...] JD: YAAAAAAAAKUUUUUUUUUZAAAAAAAAAAA!!! [Reeling from the impact of the mafia kick, the Ladykiller sails off the ring apron, crashing down onto the concrete floor in a heap in front of the PWR faithful.] JD: Down goes the Ladykiller... and Shadow XL for the first time in this match looks like he might be able to put this guy away. He looks like Dufresne is down where he wants him... and now XL is going up top! The youngster's on his way to the top rope! [Waiting for Dufresne to retake his feet, XL pumps his arms in the air, getting the crowd worked up... ...then leaps into the air, sailing down with a breathtaking plancha onto the stunned Ladykiller!] "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" [XL pumps his fist in triumph as he pulls Dufresne off the canvas, rolling him back into the ring.] JD: XL rolls him back in... now rolling back in as well. Dufresne back to his knees... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: HEAD KICK! HEAD KI- oh my god. [Dufresne crumples backwards in a heap from the force of the kick, lying motionless on the canvas.] JD: Fans, I think Calisto Dufresne is hurt. I think he's in trouble here. [Shadow XL tries to move in... but Steve Stevens immediately intervenes, pushing him back... ...a move that XL responds to by shoving Stevens down to the mat. Big heel pop!] JD: Come on, XL! You're better than that! Stay away from him... he's hurt, dammit. [XL leans down to pull Dufresne up... but Stevens pulls him off.] JD: Yeah! Steve Stevens is asserting his authority in there. [This time, the Compton native spins to face him... ...and gets a weak rollup by Dufresne for his effort.] JD: ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! [The crowd buzzes with confusion at the quick count as Dufresne rolls from the ring, clutching his head. Jacob Dane is noticeably quiet as Steve Stevens slides from the ring, helping Dufresne away from the ring as an angry Shadow XL looks on.] JD: Um...Shadow XL definitely seemed surprised by the rollup from Dufresne and- [XL slides out of the ring, shoving a fan out of his seat.] JD: Oh, come on, Shadow! That's not the way to hand- [Picking up the chair, XL throws it through the air in the direction of the announce table. A loud "thunk!" is heard as Dane drops out of the way of the flying object. Shadow looks to do more damage, but is stopped as a sea of PWR staff surround him, shoving him back through the curtain towards the backstage area.] JD: Well, that was certainly eventful. Calisto Dufresne takes the win in what was an... interesting...match. Shadow XL's attitude problem continues to put him under the gun of PWR officials. Let's hope he can work some of those issues out in the near future. [Dane still seems a bit surprised and subdued as we fade from his to footage labelled "EARLIER TODAY" Frank & Sons Collectible Show. City of Industry, California. Ê Perhaps a few moments before the opening of the show, as crazed collectors have started to line up just itching to get their hands on that elusive Magic: The Gathering card or Pokemon: The Card Game pack. The dealers are just finishing up setting up their tables, equally eager to make a fortune off kids and nerds who are willing to pay $400.00 for the rare Japanese Pikachu holofoil card or $1000.00 for a set of the "Mox Jewels." Amongst the dealers, getting a closer look at what could possibly bring so many Boba Fett clones to one place -- is Jaiden Andrews. Dressed in an orange Pro Wrestling Revolution t-shirt, baggy Old Navy khaki shorts, and a pair of brown sandals, Andrews sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the Klingons, Wookies, and _every_ character from Lord of the Rings. With a shake of his head, Andrews looks around and begins to speak.] JA: Well, I've wrestled in worse. [Just then, a person -- not sure whether male or female -- approaches Andrews dressed in full Klingon gear.] K: [speaking in Klingon] [Andrews looks the patron up and down, then looks back to the camera.] JA: Then again... maybe _not_. [Andrews walks away, the Klingon continuing to speak Klingon -- perhaps an insult.] JA: On the other hand, I could care less where I'm fighting. In front of inbred hicks, in front of Star Wars fanatics -- hell, in front of the "smarts" who have no doubtedly dug up all the dirt on my by reading the Internet "inside reports." Right here at the Frank and Sons Collectible Show, Jaiden Andrews _will_ finalize his PWR contract... [Andrews sticks up his thumb and index finger, holding them an inch or so apart.] JA: ...coming that much closer to becoming the "King of the SoCal Indys." Who's going to stop me? Perhaps my partner, Alex Ripley? You could make a case that he's just as hungry as I am for that contract. Perhaps he's aware of what that could bring... the fame, the fortune, the notiarity. But I'm sorry to say, Alex, you're lacking one thing... _talent_. The fact of the matter is, you don't have what it takes to hang here. I've seen you in the ring, Alex -- I'm just as big of a nerd as some of these guys when it comes to wrestling. South Pacific Wrestling was one of my favorite promotions before its doors closed... unfortunately, you _weren't_ one of my favorite guys to watch. [Andrews laughs.] JA: Will you put up a good fight? Sure. [Andrews shrugs his shoulders, as if to say "why not?"] JA: Will you make these fans cheer? Yes. [Another shrug of the shoulders.] JA: But no matter how much of an "addict" you claim to be -- no matter how much of a rush you get from stepping inside the ring -- you are _not_ better than me. You might have intelligence, skill, strength, endurance, and the will to fight... but once that bell rings, you'll be standing in the corner of the man who has just that much _more_. Enjoy the time in Pro Wrestling Revolution, Alex. Bring some promotional pictures to autograph for these people -- let them make some extra dough on eBay. Bring a digital camera, a camcorder -- hell, bring a pen and paper to record the experience. But once that final bell has rung, _one man_ will have his arm raised into the air... _me_. But hey, maybe you'll find that rare bootleg of Star Wars: Episode Three! [Cocky smirk.] JA: Then there's the actual "opponents," who are nothing more than students trying to make Todd Michaelson happy -- make him feel like the M-DOJO is actually worth running. To be honest, I've got nothing against Johnson Blackwell. I didn't have to sit through countless mentions of being the best. I didn't have to watch a personal diatribe about how big of a monster he is. I didn't have to listen to him blow off his debut match. I listened to a _student_ -- someone that's willing to learn from their mistakes. And that's how it should be, unlike some of the others I've heard. Unlike men such as Calisto Dufresne and _my_ personal favorite Crusher Tyler, _you_ know your place. However... [Andrews puts up a hand.] JA: ...don't mistake my words as a sign of respect _or_ friendship. You're nothing more than another opponent, another rung on the ladder that I'm forced to climb to even get on the Pro Wrestling Revolution roster. If the scenario benefits me, I _will_ end your career before it gets a chance to take off. So please, don't expect a handshake from me. And then... there was Crusher Tyler. [A laugh as Andrews shakes his head.] JA: Feeling the pressure, kid? Are the butterflies flying around in your stomach? Or is this silence the realization that your not as good as your ego leads on? You've talked quite a game, Crusher, no doubt about that. But talk only goes as far as the opening bell -- which is when the actual in-ring skill takes over. And as I've said before, Crusher, you might have what it takes to make your M-DOJO classmates look amateur... [Andrews juts a thumb into his chest.] JA: ...but you _don't_ have what it takes to defeat _me_. So I guess this is what's called "throwing down the gauntlet." We've all said what's needed to be said... we've all made our claims to victory... and we've all agreed that we'll light it up when that bell rings. The only thing left to do is back up all that we've done... and walk out of You Say You Want A Revolution with our hand raised. I _know_ my hand will be raised... it's just a matter of _how_ I'll do it. Can you stop me? [Andrews shakes his head.] JA: No. But can you _try_? [Andrews shrugs his shoulders.] JA: Why the hell not? [With one last cocky smirk, Andrews walks away. Fade back to the ring where Melissa Cannon is ready to go.] MC: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. [Melissa steps back from the center of the ring as "Outshined" by Soundgarden blares over the speakers.] JD: And here comes the first member of the duo I've dubbed "Team Tryout"... hehehe. [Yeah, I bet they'll love that. Alex Ripley steps through the curtains, stopping immediately and looking out to the So-Cal wrestling faithful. His eyes stop on the diehard section of the crowd, and he points out at them in a challenging way, yelling out some choice words.] JD: This one should be kinda interesting. No one in this match has really gone out of their way to make friends with their promos... and most have been pretty egotistical in their words. Four guys the crowd dislikes squaring off? They may be cheering for a run-in. [Ripley turns away from the wiley fans, and he quickly and confidently makes his way to the ring. He rolls in underneath the bottom rope, pushing up to his feet and immediately walking to the far ropes. Ripley yells out "Cut the music!" at the production table, which causes the song to be stopped abruptly. He turns around to look back at the entrance way, yelling "Get out here now!" at his yet to be introduced opponent... or partner?] JD: Alex Ripley's a pretty established name to be working a tryout match, but I understand that PWR officials aren't sure he's worth the money he's asking for. This is a tryout more about his drawing power than his skill, I think. From what I hear, he's already got a foot in the grave in this one as the suits weren't able with his lack of availability to cut promos for the internet shows hyping up the event. We'll see if his in-ring skills can overcome that deficiency in this one. [Ripley tugs on the ropes, trying to loosen up as he waits for his tag partner to hit the ring. He has a very athletic, strong and flexible build. He isn't cut up or muscular, garnering his "athletic" look from rigorous training and with little body building. Ripley is a good looking lad with short wavy brown hair and blue eyes. The only detracting feature is a long scar that runs horizontally along his forehead. His in-ring attire consists of long red tights, with his last name printed in bold black along both legs. He has on black wrestling boots with white laces, and wears knee pads underneath his tights.] JD: And all eyes are on the entryway as we wait for the mouthy Jaiden Andrews to hit the aisle. ["Superstar" by Saliva plays over the P.A. System. The crowd erupts into boos as the lights around the entrance begin to flash on and off in a multitude of colors. The curtains are parted, and walking out with a shit-eating grin upon his face is Jaiden Andrews. With his arms outstretched, he takes in the crowd reaction with a laugh, as if he's liking every single second of their boos and insults.] JD: This guy sure has a high opinion of himself... something these fans don't seem to share, it seems. You gotta wonder if he can back up what he says in the ring. His attitude may have bitten more off for him than he can chew though as he's been all up in Crusher Tyler's area lately. [With a cocky strut in his walk, Andrews makes his way down to the ring... stopping every once in awhile to show off his physique to one of the rowdier fans in the front rows. He then stops in front of a good looking female, flexing his muscles to the wide-eyed girl and motioning for her to wait for him until after the show is over... which she nods to.] JD: Ringrat. [Andrews stops right in front of the ring to once again stretch his arms egotistically... and slowly, a chant starts up.] "FUCK YOU SURF BOY!" CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP "FUCK YOU SURF BOY!" # CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP # [With another laugh, Andrews shakes his head in disgust as he slides into the ring underneath the bottom ropes. He immediately jumps up to his feet and begins to spin around in the center of the ring, the crowd booing to show their disapproval for him.] JD: It sounds like some of our PWR fans are quite familiar with Mr. Andrews. That chant seems to follow him, no matter what promotion he's working for... and he's definitely heard it here in PWR. [Andrews then walks over to the corner, looking Alex Ripley up and down, unimpressed. With the tension between them visible, Andrews takes a moment to stretch and waits for their opponents. "Bad To The Bone" by George Thorgood plays over the PA to a decent sized pop as the mammoth Johnson Blackwell strides down the aisle. He slaps a few hands before stepping up onto the ring apron and into the ring.] JD: The big man of this match... and man, is he big? [Blackwell says something to Cannon, shrugging his shoulders. She waits, gesturing to the sound guy who shakes his head at her. Suddenly, a member of the ring crew races down the aisle, whispering something to her. Melissa sighs, then begins her introductions.] MC: Introducing the first team in this match... first, originally from the Virgin Islands and now making his home in Azusa, California... standing at an even six feet tall and weighing in at 224 pounds... ALEX RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPLEYYYYYYYYYY!!! [A scattering of boos for the steely-eyed competitor as he glares a hole through the oppositition.] MC: And his tag team partner...from Anahiem, California... also at six feet tall and weighing in tonight at 229 pounds... JAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDEN ANNNNNNNNNNDREWWWWWWWS!!! [Andrews hops to the midbuckle, doing a "check me out" gesture with his hands. Jaiden Andrews is the typical Californian... shoulder-length blonde hair, light blue eyes, and an all-over tan. He's also sporting a barbell piercing through his left eye, a tribal "barbed wire" looking tattoo that wraps around his right bicep, and a scar on his upper right shoulder.] MC: And their opponents... first, he hails from San Francisco, California... standing 6'4 and weighing in at a mammoth 380 pounds... JOHNNNNNNNNSONNNNN BLAAAAAAAACKWELLLLLLLLL!!! [The giant Blackwell raises a lone arm to the sky to a scattering of cheers from the PWR faithful that is desperate to find someone in the match to root for. Blackwell runs a hand over his shaved black hair, then tugs on his wild beard. Standing in his black with gold trim singlet, he tugs his two straps in place, glaring at his opponents.] JD: Still no sign of Crusher Tyler. This can't make Johnson Blackwell feel too confident, can it? Ê ["War Pigs" by Black Sabbath begins to play and out from behind the curtain steps out the monstrosity that is known as Crusher Tyler. He methodically makes his way towards the ring, without as much as glimpsing as the crowd and enters it quickly. He grabs the mic from the ring announcer... and points a beefy arm in her direction.] CT: You tell Michaelson that if ever has you go through that entire spiel introducing everyone again... and no, I don't give a damn if it was the moment you've been waiting for for months... [The fans start pouring boos down onto Tyler, who stops, looking around the ring with an annoyed glare.] CT: I'll take kindly to not waiting for you to announce everyone else before I come down here to the ring. Next time? Next time, I can stand here and wait for my opponents and my partner. Ê I don't need to sit through some ridiculous pre-match rituals that these fools all have lined up. I dont have to sit in the back and listen to whatever the fuck music Jaiden Andrews, cos I dont give a flying fuck. [The fans are getting even more irritated by the "Ace" now. Tyler spreads his arms out from his side, soaking up the jeers.] CT: You all came to see me. You all came to see the Ace. Here I am. No gimmicks, no fluffing, no stupid costume. The epitome of a machine. The epitome of greatness. So to spare you all the wait.. I'm here. ÊÊ [Tyler throws the mic outside of the ring, pointing towards Jaiden Andrews who immediately attempts to storm across the ring, only to have referee Patrick Rodriguez step in front of him.] JD: Jaiden Andrews and Crusher Tyler have been trading words for several weeks and you just know they want to rip one another apart here tonight. Of course, Alex Ripley and Johnson Blackwell probably would like to be involved in the match too. [The "ace" steps out to the middle of the ring, waving for Jaiden Andrews to "bring it on"... but Patrick Rodriguez continues to hold him back, hoping to get the match off to an even start.] JD: Andrews is dying to get his hands on Crusher Tyler but Patrick's threatening to throw the match out if these guys don't- [With the official held up keeping Tyler and Andrews apart, Alex Ripley seizes the chance to sprint across the ring and bury both feet into the left kneecap of Johnson Blackwell, taking him down to a bent knee.] JD: Alex Ripley is known for targetting an area of the body and working it til it's useless... he's started that off with the obvious weakness on a big man, the knees. Crusher Tyler and Jaiden Andrews out of the ring now... still trading words with one another. [Ripley drives his boot into the kneecap of Blackwell... once...twice... thrice, finally leaving his feet to dropkick the knee again which takes Blackwell all the way down to the mat.] JD: Blackwell already in pain, already clutching the knee which many in training camp have already scouted as being Johnson's big weakness. He suffered a knee injury that took him out of his football career at USC. He suffered another knee injury a few years later that ended a promising Mixed Martial Arts career. If there's a big bullseye anywhere on Johnson Blackwell's body, it's on that knee. [Grabbing the large foot of Blackwell, Ripley attempts to apply a spinning toehold.] JD: Figure fo- no! Blackwell kicks him off into the corner! The big man pushing himself back to his feet... you can see a grimace on his face already. Ripley really did a number on that knee early. [Fighting his way to his feet, Blackwell grabs the staggering Ripley.] JD: Belly to back! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" JD: Whoo! Lots of impact right there. A man that size can really do some damage with even a simple move like that. It's not something that'll finish you... but in the hands of a big man, it can hurt and hurt badly. [The big man forces his way back to his feet, clenching his teeth as he puts weight on the knee... ...and drops a big elbow down into the kidneys of Alex RIpley.] JD: BIIIIIIIG elbow finds the mark, right in the lower back of the Virgin Islands transplant. Slowly back up... and down again to the lower back with another elbow! [The crowd groans from the impact of those near four hundred pound elbow drops to the lower back.] JD: Goodness. Johnson Blackwell again showing the simple move in the hands of a big man. Those elbowdrops are crushing the body of the smaller Ripley... and now Blackwell's bringing him back to his feet. [As the 380-pounder rises, he pulls Ripley into a standing headscissors.] JD: He's going for the kill already! He wants to wrap this thing up in a hurry! [With a mighty lift, Johnson Blackwell hoists Alex Ripley into the air... ...but Ripley keeps on going, flipping over Blackwell and hooking him for a sunset flip.] JD: Sunset flip! He's trying to bring down Blackwell... but I don't think he can do it. I don't think he can bring the big man- [Blackwell stands straight up...then drops assfirst straight down.] JD: DOWWWWWWN! [But fortunately for him, Alex Ripley avoids the assdrop just barely, leaving Blackwell behind and diving across the ring to slap the hand of the fiesty Jaiden Andrews.] JD: Here comes Jaiden! Flying into the ring... [And as Blackwell rises to a knee...] JD: SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINING WIZARRRRRRRRRRD!!! [The crowd explodes for the springing kneestrike to the face that absolutely levels Johnson Blackwell.] JD: Cover! ONE!! TWO!! [BIG POP!] JD: JOHNSON POWERS OUT! GOODNESS! He nearly threw Jaiden Andrews over the top rope with that press out! My god, what power in the body of Johnson Blackwell! [Landing on his feet after the kickout, Andrews storms back towards the downed Blackwell and stomps the knee a few times... ...and then points directly at Crusher Tyler. Big pop!] JD: Yeah! Jaiden wants Tyler in the ring... and dammit, I want to see it as much as these fans apparently do. The fans don't like either of them... but you have to have a little bit of admiration for Jaiden wanting to go toe to toe with a man the size of Crusher Tyler and not giving a damn what happens. [Crusher Tyler sticks out his hand and an injured Blackwell is happy to tag it before rolling to the floor to nurse his knee. Tyler steps through the ropes into the ring with a roaring crowd cheering the ensuing madness on.] JD: Jaiden's in. Crusher's in. And this could get ugly in a hurry! [Smirking, Jaiden Andrews takes one look at Crusher Tyler... ...and raises his right hand to the sky.] JD: What the-?! Is he asking the 6'8, 280 pound Crusher Tyler for a test of strength?! Jaiden Andrews has lost his mind! [Tyler looks on with shock... which quickly turns to an egotistical grin as he flexes his arms and then lifts his left hand to meet Tyler's right.] JD: I think these fans are as shocked as I am. We're about to see a test of strength between the nearly three hundred pound Crusher Tyler and the barely over two hundred pound Jaiden Andrews. This is incredible. Tyler easing his hand in... and we've got a knucklelock on one hand. [And as Tyler eases his other hand up, Andrews reveals his true intentions.] JD: Boot to the gut by Andrews! Showing a little bit more guile than the rookie. Tyler doubled over and- [With one hand still entwined with Tyler, Andrews deadleaps into the air, snaring Tyler's head with his legs and whipping him down to the canvas with a quick hurracanrana! Nice pop!] JD: And bizarrely, I think Jaiden Andrews is being cheered by these fans. He's the lesser of two evils for the moment, I guess. Andrews breaks his grip... to the ropes... [And as Tyler gets back to his feet, he catches a spinning heel kick right on the side of the head that sends him sprawling again.] JD: Spinning leg lariat on the money! Andrews back up again... to the ropes again?! [Jaiden Andrews hurls his body into the air as Crusher Tyler regains his feet... ...and catches Andrews in mid-cross body block.] JD: Caught! Jaiden gets caugh- "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: SWEEEEEEEEEET JESUS! CRUSHER TYLER WITH AN OVERHEAD THROW THAT GOES _OVER_ THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR! OH MY! "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT!" JD: You said it, fans. Jaiden Andrews is completely laid out on the floor, flying from over ten feet in the air, slamming down to the concrete floor with a thud. Crusher might be able to get a countout win here if he wants it. [Crusher Tyler backs off for a moment, allowing Patrick Rodriguez to approach the ropes, looking down at the sprawled-out Jaiden Andrews.] JD: Patrick's starting a coun- what the hell?! [Rodriguez is shoved aside by Crusher Tyler who strikes a double bicep pose, flicking sweat down onto Andrews. Huge heel pop.] JD: What a jerk this guy is. Crusher Tyler wants to be the ace of this promotion? He's got a long way to go before he's deserving to carry this company's banner, fans. He's shouting at Andrews, trying to get him back to his feet. [The crowd buzzes with confusion as Alex Ripley drops down off the apron, putting Jaiden Andrews back up on the apron.] JD: Oh come on! I can understand the importance of this match to Ripley... but that's going a little too far. Jaiden Andrews is hurt after that fall and really needs some time to recover, but Ripley just put him back on the apron and- Tyler pulling him back to his fee- OH! [A big burst of cheers goes up as Andrews uncorks a hard forearm to the side of Tyler's face.] JD: Andrews with a hard forear- OHHHH! [Grabbing the hair of Andrews, Tyler _drives_ a hard elbow strike into the eyesocker of the "trying out" competitor before hooking his arm... and suplexing him over the top rope.] JD: Supl- Andrews flips over on his feet! [Landing on his feet behind Tyler, Andrews grabs him by the head as he turns around... ...and drives an elbow to the side of his face... and another... and a third that causes Tyler to fall back against the ropes, staggering.] JD: Andrews to the ropes next to Tyler... [Andrews leaps to the middle rope, springing back to hook Tyler in a hurracanrana... ...taking the massive Tyler over the top rope and down to the concrete floor while Andrews hangs onto the ropes, staying inside the ring. Big pop!] JD: Big move by Jaiden Andrews! He turns the tide in this one... and I don't think he's done yet. He just shoved Patrick aside... to the far ropes... coming back now! [Sprinting at top speed across the ring, Andrews turns his body into a bullet, sailing between the top and middle ropes. He flips as he clears the ropes, crashing down onto Crusher Tyler and sending both men sailing into a pile of quickly vacated steel chairs! HUGE POP!] JD: TOOOOOOOOOOPE CON HILOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" JD: You got it right, baby! A suicidal dive by Jaiden Andrews sends both men into the steel chairs! We've got fans all over the place now... some trying to circle the two men to get a better view, some trying to clear out and not get levelled by either one of them. It's chaos here in Frank And Sons! [Both men stagger to their feet on the floor, feeling the effects of the war they're putting their bodies through.] JD: Andrews up... Tyler up... "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: Bone-rattling European uppercut by Andrews! And another one right to the jaw knocking Tyler back against the apron... Andrews grabs the head... "CLAAAAAAAAAANG!" JD: HEADFIRST TO THE RINGPOST! [Tyler staggers away from Jaiden's attack, trying to get a breather as Jaiden hops up on the ring apron... ...sprints the length of it... hurling his body off... ...and snaring Crusher Tyler in a front facelock, spinning through the air before _spiking_ Crusher skullfirst on the concrete floor!] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: TORNADO DDT ON THE FLOOR! GOODNESS! [With his rival downed and the crowd roaring, Jaiden Andrews climbs back up on the apron, spitting on Tyler's motionless body... ...and getting hooked in an inverted facelock from inside the ring.] JD: What the-?! Johnson lifts! INVERTED SUPLEX INTO THE RING! OH! [Andrews' chest slams into the canvas, causing him to immediately roll onto his back to alleviate the pain. He rubs his sternum as Johnson Blackwell steps up on the middle rope...pauses...] JD: Jaiden Andrews needs to move... he needs to- HE LEAPS!! [And brings his mammoth leg crashing down across the chest of Andrews! Big pop!] JD: Goodness! And he stays sitting, his leg with a cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! [Big mixed pop!] JD: Jaiden slips the shoulder up... and slowly, this crowd has put themselves behind Jaiden Andrews. Of all people in this match, Jaiden Andrews has the respect of these fans at the moment. I guess sometimes being a dick makes you popular. [Always been my motto.] JD: Johnson Blackwell back to his feet again... and pulling Jaiden off the canvas again, pulling him into a standing headscissors. Another powerbomb attempt? [But just before he hoists Andrews off the canvas, Alex Ripley slides into the ring, kicking Blackwell at full force in the back of the left knee.] JD: Ripley saves his partner! Blackwell breaks the hold... hobbling on one leg now. [Freed from the hold, Andrews leaves his feet just as Ripley does... ...and four feet slam into the left knee of Johnson Blackwell, causing him to topple to the canvas in a heap!] JD: Both men grab a foot... what the- [POP!] JD: DOUBLE SPINNING TOEHOLD! OH MY! [The crowd roars as Blackwell screams out in pain again and again as Ripley and Andrews tweak the knees and ankles of the big man.] JD: Can you legally get a submission our of this? I don't know. Referee Rodriguez looks pretty confused... he doesn't know if should ask for a submission or not. [Rodriguez' dilemma is solved as Crusher Tyler storms the ring and _levels_ both members of the opposing team with a massive double clothesline.] JD: OH MY! Crusher Tyler is the only man standing in this ring! Blackwell's down, Andrews is down, Ripley is down! Crusher Tyler is standing tall! [Tyler slaps a hand against his chest shouting, "Who's the Ace now? WHO?" and driving a boot into the side of Jaiden Andrews' face.] JD: Crusher's pulling Ripley off the mat... maybe going for the kill now. Up into a fireman's carry! He's going for the Death Valley Driver! He's going for the finish! [But before he can be spiked into the mat, Ripley somehow manages to wrap his legs around Tyler's right arm, falling back down towards the canvas.] JD: HANGING ARMBAR! He's trying to rip Tyler's shoulder out of his socket! He's trying to- [Desperate to escape before his arm is torn, Tyler lifts Ripley as high as he can... ...then drops down to the canvas, sitting out as he does!] JD: Sitout powerbomb _shatters_ the hanging armbar! [But before he can cover Ripley, Tyler gets _rocked_ with another European uppercut by Jaiden Andrews that sends the big man toppling back into the corner.] JD: Jaiden's putting Crusher Tyler up top! Climbing up there with him now and- [The crowd pops for a series of stiff forearms to the ear by Tyler, an attempt to get away from the plans of Jaiden Andrews.] JD: Forearms on target... Andrews is dazed... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: OH! Hard uppercut to the jaw of Crusher Tyler! Those European uppercuts of Jaiden Andrews are absolutely intense! Another one hits the mark... really rattling Crusher Tyler. [Andrews takes one more step up to the top rope... ...and promptly gryates his hips right in the face of Crusher Tyler. And shockingly? A pretty decent pop.] JD: Andrews leaps! [Leaping into the air, he snares Tyler's head between his legs and whips him down from his perch to the canvas below! Big pop!] JD: Top rope hurracanrana by Jaiden Andrews! He covers! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THR- "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: Crusher Tyler gets the shoulder up! Jaiden thought he had him... he thought he had him! [Andrews quickly gets back to his feet, determined to finish the match... and leaps up to the top rope, pausing for a moment before hurling his body into the air, pumping his arms and legs... ...and crashing down across the chest of Crusher Tyler! Big pop!] JD: FROG SPLASH! FROG SPLASH! ONE!!!! TWO!!!!! THRE- "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: NO! NO! JAIDEN COULDN'T HOLD HIM DOWN! He kicked out of the hurracanrana! He kicked out of the frog splash! [POP!] JD: AND JAIDEN'S GOING UP TOP AGAIN! HE'S GOING FOR- "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: BLACKWELL CROTCHES JAIDEN ANDREWS! Goodness! [Blackwell climbs the ropes, getting up to the middle rope... and hooking in a gutwrench.] JD: Gutwrench! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" JD: TOP ROPE DOCTOR BOMB!! TOP ROPE DOCTOR BOMB!! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THRE- [MASSIVE MIXED POP!] JD: RIPLEY WITH THE DIVING SAVE!! HE BAILS OUT ANDREWS!! [The cruiserweight-sized Ripley pulls the massive Blackwell off the mat, grabbing his wrist and twisting the arm.] JD: Armtwist by Ripley... breaking down Blackwell now. [Putting his foot on the back of Blackwell's knee, Ripley pushes on it to take the big man down to his knees.] JD: Ripley showing off his mat skills here... not a person we've seen here tonight so far can match his mat wrestling technique I believe. Placing his knee on the bicep of Blackwell... [And drops down to the mat, driving his knee into the arm... ...and pulls up on Blackwell's wrist, torquing the arm in a severe angle.] JD: Patrick's right there to check... right there to- [Heel pop!] JD: Crusher breaks up the hold! [Jaiden sprints across the ring, connecting with a dropkick that sends Tyler out to the floor again.] JD: Tyler to the floor! [Ripley pulls Blackwell up again, whipping him to the ropes.] JD: Off the far- what the?! [Suddenly, Jaiden Andrews drives an elbow strike to the side of Ripley's head, knocking him to the canvas.] JD: What the hell is Andrews doing?! His partner just... dammit, he _creamed_ his tag team partner! Blackwell's stunned... look at him. He can't believe what he just saw! Here he comes! [Johnson Blackwell seizes the chance, charging towards Jaiden Andrews with an outstretched arm...] JD: Clothesli- ducked by Andrews! Johnson loses his balance, down to a kne- [MASSIVE POP!] JD: SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIINIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING WIZARRRRRRRRRRRRRD!!! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! [DING DING DING] JD: Wow! I'd have to call that a major upset, fans! Jaiden Andrews out of nowhere with the Shining Wizard and that put down Johnson Blackwell for a three count. I'd say Jaiden passed his tryout with flying colors! [Andrews springs to his feet, thrusting a triumphant arm to the air... ...not noticing Crusher Tyler approaching from the blind side.] JD: Look out, Jaiden! [As the "Surf Boy" turns around, he catches a hard boot to the gut by Crusher Tyler who hoists him up into a fireman's carry... ...and _spikes_ him headfirst to the canvas! Big heel pop!] JD: DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! Crusher Tyler just assaulted Jaiden Andrews _after_ the damn match. What a jerk! Andrews is laid out... Ripley's laid out... Blackwell's laid out. [And in the middle of the carnage, Crusher Tyler is standing tall, soaking up the boos of the SoCal crowd with his arms spread wide, embracing the hatred.] JD: Crusher Tyler may have won this battle... but Jaiden Andrews won the match for his team... and I've got a feeling we haven't seen the last of those two squaring off. Jaiden Andrews vs Crusher Tyler? Book it now! [Several ring crew members race down the aisle, slowly pulling Alex Ripley and Johnson Blackwell out of the ring, helping them back down the aisle towards the back to some mild applause.] JD: Tyler steps out of the ring, the crowd's all over this jackass and I can't blame them one bit. He's walking out like he's some kind of damn hero. What a- [Tyler casts a hard glance at Dane who was apparently speaking a little _too_ loud... ...but passes through the curtain without further incident.] JD: Fans, we apologize for Crusher Tyler's actions. That was no way to end what was a good tag team matchup. He spoiled Jaiden Andrews' moment, that's for sure. [But as Andrews regains his feet, he's stunned to hear the applause of the PWR faithful.] JD: Jaiden Andrews is being cheered by this crowd... look at this, standing ovation for his effort in this one! [Andrews grins at the reaction... ...then quickly flips them all off. Big heel pop!] JD: Oh come on! [He rolls to the floor, making his way back up the aisle as the chant starts again.] "FUCK YOU, SURF BOY!" clapclap clapclapclap "FUCK YOU, SURF BOY!" clapclap clapclapclap "FUCK YOU, SURF BOY!" clapclap clapclapclap "FUCK YOU, SURF BOY!" clapclap clapclapclap "FUCK YOU, SURF BOY!" clapclap clapclapclap [The chant continues all the while he exits and even remains, slowly draining out as he makes his way through the curtain.] JD: Whew. What a show we've seen so far here tonight and we've still got three big matches left to come. Next up, we've got the Exhibition Match with Ben Waterson taking on the controversial Bryan Coats with PWR owner Todd Michaelson as the guest referee. Todd went over the rules with both competitors moments ago... let's see how that went. [We cut to the backstage area where Todd Michaelson is standing with Ben Waterson. Both are dressed for the match just minutes away.] BW: Where is he? He's supposed to be here! [Michaelson extends a soothing hand.] TM: Take it easy, big man. I didn't want anything to break down back here so I talked to him earlier. Just... keep it clean out there, okay? This match sold a lot of tickets and I don't want to have to DQ anyone. Break when I say to break... no strikes... you know the rules, man. I don't need to tell you. [Waterson nods.] TM: Keep it clean. Follow my instructions. That's all I ask, Ben. [The former Mixed Martial Artist turns to walk away but a hand on the shoulder stops him. He turns.] TM: And most of all... good luck. [And with that, we fade back to the ring where Melissa Cannon is standing.] MC: The following contest is set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and is an Exhibition Match. The rules are as follows... the match can only be won by pinfall or submission. Disqualification will be at the referee's discretion for _any_ violation he deems worthy. And there will be _no_ strikes in this match. And now... your special guest referee for this contest... he is the owner and operator of Pro Wrestling Revolution... TODD MICHAELSON! [A huge pop erupts from the Frank And Sons Collectible Show "arena" as the fans pay tribute to the man responsible for the show they've seen so far. Michaelson enters the makeshift arena clad in a white with black striped referee shirt and a pair of black slacks. He slaps hands with everyone in sight as he heads down the aisle to "The Ecstacy Of Gold" by Ennio Morricone.] JD: Here comes the boss... and getting the reaction he deserves from this crowd, I might add. You have to imagine he's not too happy about having to referee this match though. The first PWR show and he has to stand between one of his students and an egotistical punk that no one knows what to expect from. [Michaelson slides into the ring, shaking hands with Melissa before stepping back into the corner and waiting. "Into The Pit" by Fight kicks in to a buzz from the crowd, not quite sure who to espect at this point. Their questions are quickly answered as former Mixed Martial Artist, Ben Waterson, steps into view. With his bleached blond hair and good muscle tone, Waterson looks the part of the Huntington Beach native that he is.] JD: And all eyes turn to the entryway for the entrance of Ben Waterson. Waterson caught many offguard by his refusal to speak about this match at first but the constant harassment by Bryan Coats has really gotten under his skin. This all started back at the Dojo when Todd wanted to introduce Coats to the guys... and all hell broke loose. Coats laughed in Waterson's face when a handshake was offered... and when you look in the eyes of Ben Waterson, is that a man who you'd laugh at? [Waterson continues to make his way down the aisle, clad in black short with red, yellow, and orange flames "burning" their way up them. His hands are wrapped in fingerless gloves as he steps up on the apron then into the ring. Michaelson immediately makes his way over to shake Waterson's hand, then pat him down for weapons. Todd gestures to Melissa as he does so.] MC: Introducing the first competitor in this exhibition match... he hails from Huntington Beach, California... standing 5'10 and weighing in at 245 pounds... he is BEN WATERSON! [Pretty good pop from the PWR faithful as all eyes turn to the entryway yet again as music started to play over the PA in the middle of Melissa's intro.] # First... there was the collapse of civilization # # Anarchy, genocide, starvation # # Then... when it seemed like shit couldn't get any more fucked up # # We got the plague # # The living death # # Closing his icy grip around the whole planet # # Then the rumors started # # The last hardcore MC's... were working on a cure # # ... that wouldÊend the pestilence... why? # # I like the death # # I _like_ the misery # # I LIKE THIS WORLD!!!!! # [Melissa casts a glance at Michaelson who shakes his head then gestures at her again. Shrugging her shoulders, she begins.] Ê MC: Weighing in at two hundred, two pounds... he is formerly from Worchester, Massachusetts, and he now resides in Beverly Hills, California... [Melissa does a doubletake as she looks at her card.] MC: ...the man you should encourage your children to become like in the future instead of your fat, pathetic selves... Ê [The crowd boos immediately, but the ring announcer merely gestures at the card and shakes her head.] Ê MC: ... the "Beverly Hills Bulldozer"... Ê BRYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN COAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ê [And here comes Bryan Coats himself, to the sounds of "Judgment Day" by Method Man.Ê He is definitely an interesting sight... wearing black silk pants with purple flowers all over them, plus a matching kimono worn open, along with black wrestling boots.Ê He has closely cropped hair, except for six odd looking braids that go down to his chin and have been dyed blonde.Ê He seems to have an air of arrogance about him, as he does his best to not be touched by the fans.Ê He can even be heard yelling, motioning for a security guard!] Ê BRYAN: Get their filthy hands away from me!Ê Jesus, man, these pants cost six thousand dollars! Ê [Bryan quickly dashes to the ring and climbs in, getting right into Todd Michaelson's face about... something.Ê Whatever it is, Todd looks _pissed_, but Bryan keeps jawing at him, before finally scampering to his corner and giggling, then pointing and laughing at Ben Waterson.Ê After that, he motions to the crowd by making a breaking motion with his hands, then appears as if he's crumbling something, then miming a throw to the mat and stomping.] JD: What the hell is with this guy? Everyone knows that Coats is here tonight on probation after what he did to get his first promo out to the PWR fans. Stuff like that could very well end his PWR career real quick. [The camera cuts to a closeup of the cold, steely eyes of Ben Waterson burning a hole through the flamboyant Bryan Coats.] JD: As could that man. An exhibition match definitely puts Waterson in an odd position as he can't use the strikes that served him so well in the MMA world but you can bet his submission skills are unparalleled in Pro Wrestling Revolution... despite Bryan Coats' claims that he's been trained extensively by Billy Classon. [Holding the ropes open for Melissa, Todd turns to the two competitors... stepping between them before anything ugly can happen. He quickly moves to Coats, giving him a few instructions before giving the same to Waterson. With a man in each corner and Michaelson in the middle, he calls for the bell.] JD: Here we go! I know a lot of people have been looking forward to this one, wondering if Coats can keep his ego in check and if Waterson can keep from tearing his head from his body. Ben Waterson slowly edging out to the middle of the ring, making sure Coats can't catch him offguard with anything. [And while Waterson stands in the center of the ring, Bryan Coats is busy standing on the second rope, screaming at a fan in the crowd.] JD: What did he just say? Did Bryan Coats just say, "God bless you" to that kid after calling him a "worthless pile of wasted sperm and eggs"? What do you even say to that? [Coats grins as he hops down from the middle rope, turning to face his eager opponent. Michaelson gestures for Coats to come out to the center of the ring... a request that Coats replies to by screaming, "You can't buy me, Todd!"] JD: Hrm. Well, Coats sure isn't making any friends here tonight. He's already managed to piss off his opponent, the ring announcer, the fans, and the referee who also happens to be his boss. Good stuff. [Waterson tries to move towards Coats, but Todd Michaelson steps in front of him, blocking his path.] JD: Waterson wants to take it to this kid right now, but Todd's backing him off... trying to get the match off to a fair start in the middle of the ring. Maybe trying to save Coats from a broken neck too. [Michaelson argues with Waterson, holding him back as Coats continues to shout at... well, anyone who looks his way.] BC: "Did I get five stars yet?" [The fans "ooooooh" at the comment, the target of which slinks back down into his seat.] JD: Coats with some words towards a fan who just happens to run one of the website that covers our promotion. This is getting a little ridiculous. Does this guy plan on wrestling here tonight? [Coats continues to get on the case of a couple young fans... and slowly, the chant starts.] "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" clapclapclapclapclap "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" clapclapclapclapclap "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" clapclapclapclapclap "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" clapclapclapclapclap "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" [Coats screams even louder now, covering his ears in "pain".] JD: What's going- [A big mixed pop goes up as Waterson finally gets sick of it, tossing Todd Michaelson aside and storming towards the distracted Bryan Coats, hooking a waistlock him before hoisting him up and hurling him down to the mat with authority.] JD: Now _that's_ what I call a waistlock takedown! Goodness! Waterson dives down on top of him... Coats didn't even see it coming. [Hooking a front facelock in place, Waterson brings his forearm up under the throat of the "Bulldozer".] JD: Guillotine choke! Waterson means to end it earl- [The crowd groans in disappointment as Coats spins out of the choke attempt, rolling right out of the ring to the floor.] JD: Damn. Ben almost had him there... and a chokeout would have served Coats right with as much as he's been running his mouth. Todd Michaelson's backing Waterson up again, reprimanding him for knocking him down. Waterson better keep his cool in there... I get the feeling Todd's not happy about this match taking place and would be just fine with ending it. [Out on the floor, Coats paces around the ring, glaring back in at Waterson... and a new chant slows up.] "BEN'S GONNA KILLLLLLL YOU!" "BEN'S GONNA KILLLLLLL YOU!" "BEN'S GONNA KILLLLLLL YOU!" [Enraged, Coats snatches a water bottle out of the hand of a young fan... ...and promptly pours it over the youngster's head. Huge heel pop!] JD: Oh come on, dammit! That's totally uncalled for! [Coats hurls the empty bottle into the crowd, gesturing for the fans to "bring it on"... ...then slides back into the ring before anyone can take him up on it.] JD: Bryan Coats is being a complete jackass and I can't imagine him _ever_ getting booked in PWR again, fans. Look at the poor kid... what the hell did he do to you, Bryan Coats?! [The "Bulldozer" immediately finds himself in the waiting arms of Ben Waterson who is dragging him towards the middle of the ring by the hair... ...but Todd Michaelson quickly intervenes, breaking Waterson's grasp on the hair.] JD: Come on, Todd! Let 'em fight! [With Michaelson pushing Waterson back, Coats lunges into a collar and elbow.] JD: Going for the edge when Waterson's tied up and- [A big pop goes up as Waterson double leg takedowns Coats to the mat, quickly sliding into the mount.] JD: MOUNT! COATS IS GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIE! [Waterson rears back with a right hand...] JD: No, Ben! You'll be disqualified! [But before he can find the mark with the punch, Todd Michaelson hooks his arm, blocking the thrown strike. The fans boo Michaelson for stopping Coats' early demise.] JD: Todd's calling for the break... and reluctantly, Waterson gives it to him. Coats scampers back up... both men on their feet again. Back into a tieup... Waterson powers him into the corner! [Michaelson immediately gets between the two, forcing a break...] JD: Todd's right on top of this one, you gotta give him credi- [Huge explosion of boos!] JD: COATS JUST SPIT ON WATERSON! [An enraged Waterson hurls Michaelson aside again, desperately trying to get his hands around the throat of Bryan Coats.] JD: Waterson's gonna decapitate him! He's gonna rip his damn- [But with fingers pushing to steal the air from Bryan Coats' lungs... Waterson fails to notice Coats' foot... ...especially the one swinging up towards his groin.] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: FOUL! FOUL! [DING DING DING] JD: Michaelson calls for the bell! Waterson's down in a heap! [Grinning from ear to ear, Bryan Coats slides from the ring... walking through the booing crowd as he stares back into the ring where the former MMA star is flat on his back, groaning in agony.] JD: Bryan Coats, you may have won this battle... but I doubt you'll get the chance to fight the rest of the war. I've got the feeling your ass is out of here! [Coats is screaming back towards the ring, challenging Waterson to bring him some more... ...when a half-full bottle of water slams into his chest.] JD: Uh oh. The fans aren't taking too kindly to Bryan Coats robbing them of one of the matches they came here tonight to see. [Another bottle follows suit, this one splashing water all over the "Bulldozer"... who dives in the direction of the fan who hurled it.] JD: We need some help out here! Security! [Here comes security... consisting of a limping Johnson Blackwell, El Hijo Del Diablo, and Kenta Kitzukawa who get between Coats and the angry fan. Blackwell gives Coats a hard shove, forcing him back towards the exit to the building.] BC: "Fuck the Revolution!" [And with those final words, Coats storms out of the building still in his wrestling attire.] JD: Fans, it's intermission time here in the arena... we'll be back in ten. [The PWR staff gets to work trying to settle the crowd down as some fans start to file towards the concession/merchandise area.] ******************* [We fade back in from black on the ring where Melissa Cannon is standing, ready to introduce the first half of our double main event.] MC: The following contest is set for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and is the first half of today's double main event! [A pretty good pop goes up from the small crowd, eager to see one of the bigger stars on today's lineup. But first, they get the M-DOJO student as "Devil's Dance" by Metallica starts up to a decent sized heel pop. The curtain parts and former EMWC superstar El Diablo takes up the first spot, drawing a large amount of boos from the PWR fans on hand.] JD: Well, Diablo promised he'd be here for his son's debut match here in Pro Wrestling Revolution and it looks like he meant it. He's got a very personal issue with his son's opponent tonight... we heard that a couple weeks ago when El Diablo mentioned his friendship with Juvenil Infierno's deceased father. Very personal words from Diablo towards Juvy. [As he steps through the curtain, Diablo drops to a knee and points behind him. A few seconds later, his son emerges into view. A slim build evident from his bare upper torso, El Hijo Del Diablo is in very good condition as he prepares for his first match.] JD: For those of you who're about to see El Hijo Del Diablo in a wrestling ring for the first time... and that's probably all of you... you're in for quite the treat. This youngster, despite the horrible attitude he's shown as of late, is incredibly gifted inside the squared circle. [El Hijo Del Diablo is clad in yellow and white long tights with a pair of black boots. Reaching up, Diablo presses down on one of his "devil's horns" that emerge from the top of his white and yellow mask. He withdraws his hand quickly, rubbing it.] JD: I guess he'd like us to think those horns are pretty sharp. I don't know if I buy that. [Who does, Jason? You gimp.] JD: El Diablo steps to the side, allowing his son to roll up into the ring where referee Patrick Rodriguez is ready to check the masked man, making sure he's not carrying any weapons. [The official gives El Hijo Del Diablo a quick patdown as "Devil's Dance" fades out and is replaced by "Fire in the Sky" by Ozzy Osbourne. As it starts up over the PA system, the crowd all rise up to their feet, knowing who the music belongs to.] JD: And listen to the reaction for the legendary luchador, Juvenil Infierno, fans! The SoCal fans have shown up in force to show their support for one of the all-time greats in this business. [Out from behind the entrance portal comes the popular luchador, raising his arms to the crowd as they all cheer him on. Juvy has a very small, lean, and well-toned build with lightly tanned skin. He comes out wearing his traditional red mask with orange and yellow flame designs along the sides. It's cut to leave the entire mouth and chin exposed with a hole in the back of the mask to allow his long, curly black hair to spill out freely behind him. Over his body he wears a full-length red bodysuit that covers everything except for his neck and arms, leaving them bare from the shoulders down. From the legs upwards the same orange and yellow flame designs spread across the bodysuit. Underneath the suit, he wears a pair of thick knee pads and the suit itself is tucked into a pair of red wrestling boots that have the same flame designs on them and are covered by a pair of black shin guards.] JD: As you look at the similar ring attires from the two competitors, you can really tell that El Hijo Del Diablo's being serious when he talks about Infierno being his hero as a child. Of course, at the young age of 18, many would say Diablo's _still_ a child. Juvenil Infierno would probably agree with that assessment too. [On his way to the ring, Juvy goes to either side of the crowd as he high-fives anyone with their hands out, occasionally even going back to smack hands with someone he may have passed up. Once he gets to the ring, he climbs up the corner turnbuckle and perches himself with one foot on the top rope, head tilted backward slightly.] JD: Uh oh! I hope there's enough room to do this. That'd be a horrible way to end our first show. [Bringing a hand to his mouth, he then breathes out a huge plume of fire in an impressive display. The crowd cheers and applauds the display of free pyrotechnics and Juvy then does a quick somersault into the ring, landing on his feet as he goes to the opposite corner, climbing to the second turnbuckle as he raises his arms to the crowd. Again they cheer, before he climbs back down and gets ready for the match to begin.] JD: Whew. Juvy certainly knows how to get the crowd ready for a match, doesn't he? [Who the hell you talking to?] JD: Both competitors glaring at one another from across the ring, ready for battle. These two have traded some very harsh words towards one another for the past month and with El Diablo fanning the flames, you can bet this one's gonna be explosive. Back up to Melissa. [With the music fades out, Melissa Cannon takes her place between the two competitors.] MC: In the corner to my right, hailing from San Diego, California...standing 5'8 and weighing in at 180 pounds... he is accompanied to the ring by his father, El Diablo... ladies and gentlemen... EL HIJO DELLLLLLLLLL DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIABLOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! [The masked rudo thrusts a hand into the air as he's showered with boos by the angry crowd. Diablo swings his hand through the air as if to backhand them all for their reaction.] JD: Looks like Diablo's got his work cut out for him if he wants to win over this crowd tonight in the City of Industry. I wonder if that burst of fire from Juvy upset the Magic The Gathering tournament going on next door. [With Diablo slinking back into the corner, enraged at the crowd, Melissa continues.] MC: And his opponent... he hails from Guadalajara, Mexico... [Big pop from the Chicanos in the crowd!] MC: Standing 5'8 and weighing in at 178 pounds... ladies and gentlemen... he is a former Junior Heavyweight Champion... JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUVENIL INFIERNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! [Massive pop! The crowd again leaps to its' collective feet to pay tribute to the M-DOJO trainer. Juvy waves his arm, soaking up the cheers as he glares across the ring at his opponent who returns the favor.] JD: It doesn't even look like Juvy can enjoy the reaction of the fans to him in his PWR debut... he's so focused on the Diablos. You know the stinging words El Diablo had for him recently have to be on his mind. Fans of this business know how important Juvy's father was to him... and for El Diablo to say that Volatil would be embarassed of what Juvenil has become... just horrible. [Melissa Cannon steps out of the ring and drops down to the floor, leaving Patrick Rodriguez to give both competitors a few last minute instructions before calling for the bell to start the match.] JD: Patrick Rodriguez calls for the bell to kick things off... and he may have his work cut out for him tonight. This match, which many thought would be very lucha-oriented when it was announced, has taken on the possibility of being a brawl with the words each side has had for one another in the past few weeks. I wouldn't be surprised in the least if this broke down into a full-on fistfight. [The two luchadors slowly step out to the middle of the ring, glaring from equal height at one another.] JD: Both men standing 5'8, Diablo with a two pound weight edge which basically means nothing. Infierno with a few words towards the young M-DOJO student... El Diablo outside the ring, rooting his son on and- "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: He slapped him! Diablo slapped his teacher right across the face and- [Infierno somehow strangles down his desire to club Diablo over the head and instead lunges into a collar and elbow tieup, immediately trying to push Diablo back towards the corner.] JD: Look at the intensity in this lockup... Diablo's backpedaling, he got caught offguard by this one. Quick gobehind by Juvy right there. [With Diablo caught offbalance, Infierno hoists him off the canvas in the waistlock, throwing him down to the canvas. A nice smattering of applause from the fans shows their appreciation.] JD: Infierno with the waistlock takedown, trying to move into some kind of submission hold here... ankle pick! No! Diablo quickly gets to the ropes and Patrick's right there to call for the break. [Juvenil Infierno quickly breaks the hold, tossing Diablo's leg aside as he backs up to the center of the ring, waving his opponent back to his feet.] JD: The teacher showing the student a thing or two about matwrestling in the early moments of this one... and El Diablo's right there, telling his son some last minute advice, trying to keep Infierno at bay for a moment. [Diablo lies on the canvas, shaking his leg out to make sure there was no damage done to the ankle as he slowly takes a knee and climbs back up to his feet.] JD: Both men back up now... and El Hijo Del Diablo moving back in... another tieup! [This time, it's Diablo pushing hard to try and take Infierno back to the ropes. Infierno pushes back, allowing Diablo to break his grip, sliding into a rear waistlock of his own.] JD: Nicely done, using Infierno's own momentum against him... now Diablo's got the waistlock applied and it's Juvy trying to find a way out of it. [Dropping down to the mat, Diablo hooks the feet of Infierno, ripping them out from under him with a double leg trip... ...and _uncorks_ a vicious slap to the back of Infierno's head. A huge shower of boos pour down across Diablo.] JD: Cheapshot by Diablo, just trying to embarass Juvenil Infierno now. The youngster's full of piss and vinegar and Infierno... well, he's gotta be frustrated by this. He came into this wanted to show his student that he's got plenty left to teach him and Diablo's treating him with no respect at all. There's no way you can teach someone who has no respect for you. [Infierno slowly climbs back to his feet, hand clutching the back of his head as he stares at Diablo.] JD: Juvy moving out to the middle again... another collar and elbow... whoa my! [An explosion of cheers occurrs as Diablo is forcefully shoves into the closest corner by Infierno who winds up...] "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Big chop across the chest by Infierno! "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Another one! Those overhand slaps to the chest are brutal. Juvy grabs the wrist, irish whip! [Diablo is sent racing towards the corner, Infierno sprinting in right behind him... ...but El Hijo Del Diablo grabs the top rope, lifting up over the charging Infierno and landing behind him.] JD: Diablo avoids the charg- [With lightning-quick speed, Diablo leaves his feet immediately again, driving them both into the back of Infierno with a Japanese-style dropkick that sends Infierno sailing over the top rope and crashing down on the concrete floor!] JD: Dropkick sends Juvy to the floor! Nicely executed! Maybe he _has_ learned a few things from Infierno after all. You've gotta be impressed by Diablo's quickness in there. He was barely on the mat a half second after the kipup before he was right back in the air. That takes incredible leg strength to do something like that. [The camera on the floor cuts to Infierno, trying to scrape himself off the cold concrete in the makeshift Frank And Sons "arena".] JD: Quite a fall there by Infierno... he really hit the floor hard there. El Hijo Del Diablo's in the ring... looks like he's setting up for something. We may be about to see- [Sprinting across the length of the ring, Diablo drops down into a baseball slide. As he clears the bottom rope, he snares the head of Infierno with his legs, whipping him down to the concrete floor again! A burst of cheers go up for the athleticism of the youngster.] JD: Incredible move by Diablo! Can you believe this kid's only eighteen years old? What a bright future he's gonna have in this business. El Diablo looks like he couldn't be prouder of his son after a move like that. [El Hijo quickly regains his feet, rolling back into the ring to avoid a countout from Patrick. The referee quickly instructs Diablo to go to a corner and let him continue his count on Infierno.] JD: Diablo backing off... that's a little surprising. With the anger he's shown in recent weeks, you'd think he'd stay right on top of Infierno, not letting up for a second. [Infierno pushes himself off the concrete again, refusing to stay down as the referee's count reaches four.] JD: Juvy's back to his feet, much to the enjoyment of these fans... now back up on the apron. And now here comes Diablo. [With a dazed Infierno on the apron, the San Diego native hits home with a stunning chop across the pectorals.] JD: Oh! What impact on that chop by Diablo! Another one hits the mark as well, Diablo trying to keep Infierno stunned. Now he hooks him... suplex on the way! [Diablo hoists his teacher into the air, trying to bring him crashing down... but Infierno has other ideas.] JD: Juvy slips free, on his feet behind Diabl- [A pinpoint dropkick connects with the back of Diablo's knee, knocking him down with his head hanging over the middle rope. The crowd roars, knowing what kind of move that sets up... even if they've never seen Infierno use it.] JD: Infierno to the far side... here he comes! [Leaping into the air feetfirst, Infierno grabs the ropes, swinging back with his feet aimed at the face of the prone Diablo... ...who rolls to the side, causing Infierno to sail harmlessly back to his feet inside the ring.] JD: Diablo avoids the feint kick! Diablo avoid- [Reaching out, Diablo swiftly knocks the off-balance Infierno's legs out from under him, quickly hooking the legs as he dives onto him.] JD: Quick cover! One! Two! Kickout by Infierno! Diablo quickly to his feet now and- legsweep by Juvy returns the favor! Another cover! One! Two! Thr- [Diablo hurls his teacher off of him, barely escaping a quick win.] JD: Infierno to the ropes... Diablo back to his feet. JUVY!!! [The Mexican luchador takes to the air, hooking Diablo in a flying satellite headscissors and starts spinning... ...once...twice...thrice... ...four...five...six... ...seven...eight...nine...ten!] JD: TEN ROTATING SATELLITE HEADSCISSORS TAKES DOWN DIABLO! [The stunned luchadors lie motionless across the ring from one another as the crowd leaps to its' feet to pay tribute.] "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" [With the roaring crowd cheering him on, Infierno slowly regains his feet, shaking his head to clear the dizziness. Across the ring, Diablo uses the ropes to pull himself up as well.] JD: Juvy charges! INFIERNORAN- [But as Infierno attempts to spike his opponent into the canvas, Diablo grabs the legs of Juvy, pushing up to shove Infierno out of the headscissors. ] JD: Great count- [A big pop goes up as Infierno backflips, landing on his feet.] JD: BEAUTIFUL COUNTER! Diablo charges! Overhead armdrag by Infierno! [Diablo quickly springs back to his feet, just as Infierno charges towards him... ...and returns the favor, deftly snatching the arm and hurling him up and over to the canvas below! Another explosion of cheers from the crowd!] JD: These two are... pardon the pun... ON FIRE! [Swiftly, both men kip back up to their feet and pause in a standoff.] JD: Standoff! And listen to these fans! [But the traditional indy standoff applause moment comes to a sudden halt as Diablo hurls his body forward, slamming his shoulder into Infierno's kneecap! The cheers swiftly turn to jeers.] JD: Oh! Diablo and Infierno were wrestling a clean match until that... that's just wrong. The fans were paying tribute to their trade of incredible moves and counters and he just ruined it right there! [With the jeering crowd screaming at him, Diablo stomps the right knee of Infierno.] JD: El Hijo Del Diablo just took this match from a nice show of athleticism to a brutal assault on his teacher. And El Diablo is loving it! He's cheering on his son, shouting instructions to him to stomp him again. [And Diablo happily does so, driving the sole of his boot into the side of Infierno's knee over and over and over, sending a shout of pain from Infierno's throat.] JD: Diablo grabs the foot, looking to do even more damage I'd imagine... [The San Diego native quickly turns, twisting the knee of Infierno in a spinning toehold as he drops down onto it, cranking up the pressure on his teacher's limb.] JD: Look at the torque on that injured knee! Diablo's trying to rip the damn thing apart... and Infierno's screaming in pain, howling in agony. [Infierno sits up, trying to ease the pressure... but a stiff forearm to the side of the face puts him back down on the canvas.] JD: Diablo keeping Juvy down on the mat... stands back up now... [And quickly repeats the spin, sitting out on the leg once more.] JD: That's a brutal hold being applied right there... the kind of thing that can end a career, especially for a high flyer like Juvenil Infierno. Diablo back to his feet now, still holding the foot... [This time, he slowly turns into the toehold, reaching down for the other leg.] JD: Figure fou- [The crowd erupts as Infierno reaches up, snagging Diablo's horned head and pulling him down into a small package.] JD: ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THR- [The crowd groans in unison... not so much for the expected kickout but for Diablo leaping to his feet and driving his shoulder into the back of a rising Infierno's knee yet again.] JD: OHHHH! [Infierno immediately collapses to the mat again, cradling his knee... something that a kick quick to the side of the kneecap ends.] JD: Diablo's showing a mean streak in this one... this guy is showing he's more than your normal luchador. He's not all about the high flying we saw from our luchadors in the opening match... he means business in that ring and will use whatever style he needs to. [Grabbing the foot of Infierno, he slams it down to the mat, fully stretching out the leg.] JD: El Hijo Del Diablo steps out to the apron, grabbing the top rope...SLINGSHOT! [Slingshotting himself over the top rope, Diablo brings all his weight crashing down across the injured knee of his opponent, sending another wail of anguish into the air.] JD: Goodness. El Hijo Del Diablo just won't be happy until Juvenil Infierno's taken out of this ring on a stretcher, I think. He just wants to completely tear that knee apart. A quick cover! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! TH-!!!! [A sigh of relief is heard from several fans as Infierno fires his shoulder up off the canvas.] JD: Not enough to keep the luchador down... but Diablo's pulling him up by the mask, tossing him into the closest corner. The fans are trying to rally behind Infierno, trying to get him out of this jam. "JU-VY!" "JU-VY" "JU-VY!" "JU-VY" JD: Diablo's ignoring the crowd, wrapping Infierno's injured leg around the middle rope.. I don't understand- [Diablo backs away from the corner... then sprints back in...] JD: OHHHHHHHH! DROPKICK TO THE KNEE!!! Pinpoint precision right there... and Infierno's feeling it now. That was a brutal shot to the injured knee and Infierno doesn't even look like he can move here. This one may be on the verge of ending right here. [Untangling the knee from the ropes, Diablo hoists Infierno off the mat and deposits him on the top rope.] JD: Uh oh. This can't be good for Juvy. [Diablo steps to the middle rope, grabbing the injured leg.] JD: Oh my god! He's trying to dragon screw Juvy off the top rope! He'll rip the damn knee completely apart! Patrick, stop this right now! [Patrick Rodriguez does step in, trying to dissuade El Hijo Del Diablo from what he's attempting to do... but he fails, Diablo securing his grip even tighter.] JD: No! Don't do it, Diablo! Don't do- [A huge pop erupts as Infierno fires off a right hand to the side of Diablo's head.] JD: Yeah! Juvy's fighting back! Come on, Juvy! [Diablo tightens his grip... but gets another right hand to the face.] JD: Juvy's trying to break his grasp! Trying to get free! [And with a burst of desperate energy, Infierno flails away with a series of hard right hands that not only break the hold... but also cause Diablo to fall from the second rope back into the ring.] JD: Infierno breaks the hold... and he's got a chance to get a breather here. He's on the middle rope, standing on one leg... he can't even put any weight on that other knee from the looks of it. [As Diablo climbs back to his feet, Infierno pushes off his good leg into the air, snaring the horned mask in a front facelock, swinging through the air... ...and _driving_ Diablo skullfirst into the canvas! Big pop!] JD: TORNADO DDT! DIABLO'S DOWN!!! [Infierno dives across the chest of his student, hooking a leg tightly.] JD: ONE!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!! THR- [The crowd erupts in a wave of disappointment as Diablo pushes his shoulder off the canvas to avoid the three count.] JD: Huge impact off the tornado DDT but El Hijo Del Diablo's staying alive... he got the shoulder up in time. [Crawling back to his feet, still favoring the knee, Juvenil reaches down to grab Diablo by the wrist.] JD: Pulling his student to his feet... full armtwist applied by Infierno, slowing things down a notch. With that banged-up knee, he'll need to be careful to not go at too high a pace. Infierno holding the wristlock and- [Further showing off his agility, Diablo grabs the ropes and backflips away from the pressure of the armtwist. With Infierno stunned, Diablo races up the corner, leaping off to spring off the top rope... ...to the parallel ropes where he springs again back towards the center of the ring, whipping Diablo down to the mat with an armdrag.] JD: Goodness! Double springboard armdrag by El Hijo Del Diablo to get out of that armtwist... here he comes! [Charging towards the recovering Infierno, Diablo moves in for the kill... but as he leaps, Infierno ducks under, hurling him blindly towards the corner... ...where Diablo lands on his feet on the top rope.] JD: Oh my! Diablo on the top! [And without a single look back, Diablo blindly leaps backwards from the top rope, somehow snaring Juvenil Infierno in a hurracanrana.] JD: BLINDJUMP HURRACANRANA!!! TIGHT CRADLE BY DIABLO!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH- [Big pop!] JD: Not enough to keep Infierno down... the M-DOJO trainer has tremendous endurance and heart. It'll take something big to keep him down for a three count, I think. [Diablo pulls Infierno off the mat by the mask, driving a forearm into the side of the head to knock Juvenil into the ropes.] JD: Irish whip... reversed by Juvy! [But on the rebound, the veteran drops his head too soon, allowing Diablo to backflip over the backdrop attempt, landing on his feet behind his teacher.] JD: Waistlock... to the ropes! [Rebounding back, Infierno is rolled up in a reverse cradle complete with a beautiful bridge for more leverage.] JD: Rolling reverse cradle by Diablo! He may have him here! ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!!! THRE- [The crowd erupts with relief as Infierno barely slips a shoulder up in time.] JD: That was close... too close for this PWR crowd. Diablo back up, pulling Juvy off the- "SLAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Big chop across the chest by Infierno! He caught Diablo offguard with that and- "SLAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Goodness! Another hard chop to the chest by the Mexico native. Juvy scores with a third chop, knocking Diablo back into the corner now. His father's screaming instructions from the floor... but his son's about to get whipped to the buckles. Irish whi- reversed by Diablo! [And this time, it's Diablo charging in behind the hobbling Infierno who somehow guts down the pain... ...and runs up the turnbuckles, backflipping over the charging Diablo to land on one leg behind him, falling to a knee before getting back to his feet.] JD: He couldn't stick the landing but quickly back up. Diablo turns and- [Leaping off his good leg, Infierno lashes out with his injured right leg, driving his foot into the ear of Diablo, sending him crashing back into the buckles.] JD: Looked like some kind of an enzugiri right there... right on target... sorta. With that injured knee, that may have been the best we could hope for. Infierno picks up Diablo... belly to back... oh no. [The crowd buzzes as Infierno deposits Diablo up top, then uses his mask to pull him backwards.] JD: Hanging El Hijo Del Diablo from the tree of woe! [El Diablo leaps onto the ring apron to protest, screaming at Patrick Rodriguez to release his son from the ropes.] JD: Get down from there, old man! Let your son fight his own battles! [Infierno takes a few steps from the corner... ...then flips forward, driving the heel of his right foot right into the bottom of Diablo's chin! Big pop!] JD: Koppo kick in the corner! Caught him right under the chin... and Diablo slumps back down to the canvas. Listen to his father... good grief. Just slug him, Patrick! [Getting back to his feet, Infierno moves over to the corner once more where Diablo is now lying flat on his back.] JD: He's going up top! Infierno's gonna fly... that banged up knee is certainly slowing him down, but he's on his way to the top rope and- oh come on! [Infierno's path to the top is halted as El Diablo races down the apron, screaming at the M-DOJO trainer.] JD: Give me a break! Get him down from there! [The Mexico native pauses, shouting a few words in reply to Diablo... then steps to the top rope.] JD: Infierno's ignoring El Diablo! He's still gonna fly! He's gonna- MOOOOOOOOOONSAULLLLLLLLLLLLT!! [Blindly leaping from the top rope, Infierno seems certain to be on a crash course with the prone El Hijo Del Diablo... ...when the youngster suddenly moves.] JD: DIABLO MOV- [But it doesn't matter to Juvenil Infierno who incredibly pulls in his legs, enabling him to land on his feet instead of crashing chestfirst into the canvas.] JD: He lands on his feet! Infierno doesn't eat the canv- uh oh. He hurt the knee again. When he landed on his feet, the impact tweaked his right knee again and- [Seeing his opponent's weakness, Diablo lunges towards him, driving his shoulder into the back of Infierno's knee yet again.] JD: Chopblock! Another tackle to the knees and- he rolls him up! Schoolboy rollup! ONE!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!! THRE- [A deafening cheer goes up as Infierno kicks out somehow, keeping himself in the match.] JD: Unbelievable! Juvenil Infierno's knee has been put through the wringer by his M-DOJO student and yet he continues to hang on... he continues to fight. What heart being shown by Infierno! [Diablo slaps the mat in frustration as he climbs to his feet, grabbing the foot of Infierno... ...and wrapping it up for another figure four leglock!] JD: Figure four! Diablo couldn't get it locked on earlier but he definitely has it on now! 4 no jigatame applied in the middle of the ring... and Infierno's in trouble. El Diablo slapping the mat, rooting on his son... but these fans are starting to rally behind Juvenil Infierno. [Infierno sits up, trying to pull Diablo's legs off his own... and takes a hard right hand to the face for it. Patrick Rodriguez immediately reprimands Diablo for the closed fist, but Diablo spits for Rodriguez to check Infierno.] JD: You can bet El Hijo Del Diablo would like nothing more than to force a submission out of Juvenil Infierno in this one. Can you imagine the gloating we'd hear in the Dojo if he was able to do it? [Yes...yes we can.] JD: Infierno's trying to turn it over, I think... but Diablo's got it firmly applied... fighting against Juvy's efforts. [Infierno can be seen taking a quick look around, trying to find the ropes... but finds they're nowhere near him.] JD: Juvy's in trouble... that knee was already hurting and the longer he stays in this hold, the more pain shoots through it. You'd have to think he's gotta be considering tapping out and ending this. [Sitting up again, Infierno leans back on his outstretched arms, trying to lower the leverage... and the fans slowly start to come alive again, rooting him to break the hold.] "JU-VY!" "JU-VY!" "JU-VY!" "JU-VY!" JD: Come on, Juvy! The fans want to see it! They need you to break the hold! Get out of this thing and take it to this young punk. [Irony in a 20 year old calling an 18 year old a young punk? You betcha.] JD: Infierno's trying to turn it over again, pumping those arms in the air... trying to get onto his stomach to turn the pressure back the other way. Come on, Juvy! Come on, Juvy! [Ah, kids. So unbiased and informative.] JD: Diablo's trying to block the reversal... looking for the ropes for some extra leverage. Juvy's almost got it! Almost! ALLLLLMOOOOOST! [And with one last burst of energy, he flips El Hijo Del Diablo onto his stomach. Massive pop!] JD: HE DID IT! HE TURNED IT OVER! [Diablo quickly grabs the ropes, forcing Patrick Rodriguez to physically untie the two grapplers' legs from one another. Infierno immediately cradles his leg, trying to cover up his knee as Diablo shakes his leg out, trying to see if any damage was done.] JD: Infierno pushes up to his feet... oh my. [The crowd groans as Infierno hops on his left foot, completely avoiding putting weight on his right leg as he moves towards the corner, trying to find a place to recover.] JD: That knee's killing him, fans... absolutely killing him. Diablo's using the ropes to pull himself up... he doesn't look like the figure four reversal did much damage to him but- [Suddenly, Diablo sprints across the ring...] JD: CHARGING! [Infierno takes a step out of the corner as Diablo rapidly approaches... and in a deja vu moment, ducks down to hurl Diablo into the air... ...and again, Diablo lands on the top rope.] JD: Blind hurracanrana again?! [But this time, Infierno knows what's coming and falls back into the ropes causing El Hijo Del Diablo to sail off the top rope... ...through the air ...and _crashing_ down chestfirst on the concrete floor with a massive thud!] JD: SWEEEEEEEEET JESUS! What a fall from the top rope all the way down to the concrete floor by El Hijo Del Diablo... and his father immediately races over to check on him. [El Diablo drops down to a knee, trying to see his son's condition as Infierno clutches the ropes to try and stay on his feet. Patrick Rodriguez checks on Infierno first, making sure the luchador can continue before moving on to start his ten count.] "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" [Getting a little nervous, El Diablo physically pulls his son up to his feet and starts to walk him around to get some life into him.] JD: What the-?! Come on, Patrick! That's illegal! "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" [Father and son walk around the ringside area. Father tries to get son to shake the cobwebs from the hard fall. Son tries to breathe through possibly cracked ribs.] JD: Infierno's staying back wisely. At this point, he's willing to take a countout victory, I think. It'd save his knee any further punishment and right now, that might be more important than a pinfall win. "EIGHT!" JD: Diablo's trying to get his son into the ring... this is getting close. El Hijo Del Diablo looks to be out on his feet. "NINE!" [But before the ten count falls, El Diablo physically shoves his son into the ring to a mixed pop as Rodriguez motions for the match to continue.] JD: Diablo's back in the ring... INFIERNOOOOO!! [Feeling the moment, Infierno leaps as high as his injured leg will allow him and brings his weight crashing backfirst down across the injured ribcage of El Hijo Del Diablo!] JD: SENTON! SENTON! ONE!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRE- NO! Foot on the ropes! He slipped a foot on the ropes! [The crowd buzzes with frustration as Rodriguez points out the left foot of Diablo lying on the bottom rope, El Diablo just a few feet away pointing to it as well.] JD: Did El Diablo put his foot there?! I didn't see it but with that wily old man, anything is possible! But the match continues... Juvenil's dazed, he's hurt... but he needs to find a way to keep going. [Pushing himself to his feet, Infierno tries to balance himself before reaching down to pull Diablo up by the horns as well.] JD: Both men back to their feet... fireman's carry by Infierno! Death Valley Driver perhaps? What's he gonna- [Suddenly, he jerks Diablo over his head and brings him down... ...right across the healthy left knee!] JD: OVER THE HEAD RIBBREAKER!!! Goodness! Another cover! ONE!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRE- [The crowd erupts in shock as Diablo fires a shoulder off the canvas, just in the nick of time.] JD: So close! Infierno can't believe it... his head buried in his hands, trying to find some way to put this youngster away. I think even Juvenil's surprised at the kind of fight this kid has put up in this one. He's back to his feet though... or should I say foot? [Standing on one leg, Infierno pulls Diablo off the canvas again... and then somehow manages to bodyslam him off only one leg.] JD: One legged slam... and Juvy's heading up top again! He's going for that moonsault again! He couldn't connect on it before... but if hits it this time with Diablo's injured ribs, this might end it. [With some struggle, Infierno reaches the top rope... pauses... ...then hurls himself backwards, crashing down across the chest of El Hijo Del Diablo!] JD: MOONSAULT! HE HITS THE MOONSAULT! ONE!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THRE- [MASSIVE SHOCKED POP!] JD: DIABLO KICKS OUT! HE KICKS OUT AGAIN! [The crowd continues to buzz with shock that the rookie was able to kickout yet again... but then grows louder as Infierno climbs up to the top rope once again, this time with a little more spring in his step.] JD: Juvy's got a second wind, I think... climbing those ropes... Diablo's prone on the canvas... [Infierno reaches the top rope, spreading his arms wide... and then thrusting a fist into the air.] JD: Fire In The Sky! He's going for it! [The masked man leaps into the air twisting into a corkscrew in mid-air... ...then somehow twisting his body into a backfirst position as he slams down... ...on bare canvas!] JD: HE MISSED! HE MISSED THE CORKSCREW SENTON!!! [Dazed and injured, El Hijo Del Diablo tries to steal the moment and throws his arm across the chest of the stunned Infierno.] JD: ONE!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!! THRE- [The crowd erupts in unison, stunned at Infierno being able to kick out after going for the touchdown and coming up empty.] JD: Infierno's down! Diablo's down! And this crowd is on its' feet! "JU-VY!" "JU-VY!" "JU-VY!" "JU-VY!" "JU-VY!" "JU-VY!" "JU-VY!" "JU-VY!" "JU-VY!" "JU-VY!" "JU-VY!" "JU-VY!" "JU-VY!" "JU-VY!" "JU-VY!" "JU-VY!" JD: The fans are chanting his name... they're trying to inspire Juvenil Infierno to get off that mat one more time... trying to get him up for one more move to finish this young kid off. [But it's El Hijo Del Diablo who is the first to his feet...and he too decides he needs a little more elevation to finish his opponent off as he starts to climb to the top rope.] JD: Now it's Diablo who wants to fly! Now it's Diablo who wants to take it to the air! [Reaching the top rope, Diablo looks down at the still-barely moving Infierno... and leaps to the sky... ...completely flipping... ...and sailing down... ...down.... ...down...] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" JD: HE MISSED! HE MISSED THE DEVIL'S DANCE!!! The 450 splash comes up empty and- [With one last burst of energy, Infierno moves over to the stunned Diablo, hooking the arms and legs... ...and wrapping him up in a lightning-quick cradle.] JD: LA MAJISTRAL! LA MAJISTRAL! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! [DING DING DING] JD: Juvy wins it! Juvy wins it! He wrapped up El Hijo Del Diablo with the La Majistral after the missed 450 splash to take the win. And El Diablo can believe it. [Juan Diablo slams his arms into the canvas in frustration, crawling into the ring to aid his son back to his feet.] JD: A great confrontation that was and these fans are cheering both men on as they climb back to their feet. [Juvenil Infierno walks out to center ring, glaring at both men standing across from him... and offers his hand. Big pop for the sportsmanship.] JD: Are you kidding me? After everything the Diablos said about Juvy, he's still willing to shake hands with them? What a class act Juvenil Infierno is! [El Diablo glares at the hand... and spits at Infierno, rolling from the ring angrily.] JD: What a jerk. El Diablo has absolutely no class at all... no respect for his son's opponent. He's walking out of here, leaving Infierno's outstretched hand behind. [Infierno shakes his head... then turns his hand towards El Hijo Del Diablo who still stands in the ring, holding his ribcage.] JD: He's offering a handshake to the son now. El Hijo Del Diablo staring hard at that hand, leaning in the buckles for support. Come on, kid! Shake his hand! Show us all that you're better than your father! [El Diablo turns in the aisle, watching his son's moment of choice. EHDD looks around at the cheering fans... then at his father... then back at Infierno.] JD: It's time to choose what path you want to walk, Diablo. Take the right path! [El Hijo Del Diablo lifts his hand, looking at it... ...then flips off Infierno, dropping to the mat and rolling from the ring to a big heel pop.] JD: Damn. That's too bad. Those two could have made much better allies than enemies. Imagine a team of Diablo and Infierno? Unstoppable. [The M-DOJO trainer shakes his head in frustration, then raises his outstretched hand in victory, saluting his cheering fans before flipping over the ropes and making his exit as well.] JD: Well, fans... it's been a hell of a show already here in the City of Industry and we've still got one more match to go. It's the match that many of these fans on hand have come here to see tonight. For the last time at You Say You Want A Revolution, let's go up to Melissa Cannon! [Cut to the ring where an eager Melissa is ready to work her first main event.] MC: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT of the evening! [Huge pop!] MC: It is set for one fall with a sixty minute time limit. [Over the PA comes the sound of The White Stripes' "The Hardest Button to Button." The curtain is pulled aside, and out steps Kenta Kitzukawa, the crowd immediately roaring their pleasure. Kenta, dressed in a hooded black jacket whose hood is pulled over his face, steps into the entranceway and throws his head back, the hood falling over his shoulders. He looks over the audience and then throws his hands in the air, taking a moment to soak in the crowd's adulation. And then its all business as he stalks to the ring, bounding over the top rope and then stepping into the middle of the ring, waiting for the match to begin.] JD: Without a doubt, there's a ton of pressure on this young man's shoulders here tonight. He is considered Todd Michaelson's prize student and has a lot of high expectations to live up to here tonight. [Kitzukawa leans back in the corner, waiting for his opponent to hit the ring. The crowd erupts slightly louder than they did for Kitzukawa as Chet Atkins' version of "Classical Gas" resonates throughout the warehouse. City Jack comes out wearing a "Southern Pride" black T-shirt over his brown wrestling singlet... Guess that could work for Southern Cali too. With a smile on his face, Jack slaps some of the nearby fans' hands as he approaches the ring. Once in, his does a CJ-trademark jig to some of the fans' delight. The music fades out as Melissa Cannon steps to the middle of the ring once more.] MC: Introducing first... he hails from Liberty, Kentucky... standing 6'2 and weighing in tonight at 309 pounds... CITY JAAAAAAAAAAAACK! [Huge pop for the Southerner from the respectful SoCal crowd. City Jack grins at the cheers, raising an arm to thank them for their support.] MC: And his opponent... representing M-DOJO... originally hailing from Osaka, Japan... now making his home in Long Beach, California... standing 5'11 and weighing in at 260 pounds... KENNNNNNNNNTAAAAAAAA KITZUUUUUUUUUKAAAAAAAAWAAAAAAA!!! [Big pop for the rookie, the "smart" SoCal crowd having read tons about him on the Internet leading into this battle.] JD: The crowd seems pretty evenly split here tonight... an equal amount of cheers for both, I'd say. A lot of people here for the indy superstar but quite a few want to support the hometown boy as well. Referee Patrick Rodriguez is the man in the middle for this one, trying to keep the peace as these two men glare across the ring at one another. [Rodriguez calls for the bell to start the match and the two grapplers slowly stride from their corners out to the center of the ring.] JD: And it looks like we've got ourselves a staredown to start this match. Neither of these men have what you'd call a strong dislike for each other, but this match is so important to Kitzukawa... and to hear City Jack make light of him as just some punk rookie, well that'll light a fire under anyone, I think. [Kitzukawa tries to stand tough, looking up into the eyes of the slightly-larger Southerner.] JD: City Jack with a slight height advantage and even more of a weight advantage. It'll definitely give him a power edge in this one as he tries to put down the rookie here tonight. Kenta with a few words for City Jack... I'd love to hear what he possibly has to say to- "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: SLAP ACROSS THE FACE BY CITY JACK! GOODNESS! [The crowd buzzes as Kenta burns with rage, eyes wide open burning a hole into City Jack...] "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: And Kenta shows he's not gonna back down! City Jack may think of him as just some punk rookie but Kenta Kitzukawa is not going to back down from the indy superstar. Kenta says you may be big time in Grand Isle, but In SoCal? You're on the bottom rung too, buddy! Well, he'd say that if he were me... I think... maybe. [Tired of waiting, City Jack uncorks a hard forearm to the side of Kenta's face that knocks the youngster a couple steps back.] JD: Goodness. Hellacious forearm on the mar- [POP!] JD: And Kenta fires back with a forearm of his own! That one didn't budge City Jack but it definitely got his attention, you can believe that. City Jack grinning a bit... maybe a little surprised at the fire in Kenta Kitzukawa. [But that smile quickly fades as Kenta blasts him upside the face with another bone-shaking forearm shot...this one causes City Jack to stumble a couple steps back.] JD: City Jack shakes his head, I don't know if it's in pain or in shock... maybe even respe- [BIG POP!] JD: CITY JACK FIRES BACK! A _HUGE_ forearm to the side of the face of Kenta! Goodness! [Kenta clenches his fists tightly... then explodes forward, blasting City Jack with a forearm... then two... then three... then four.... a fifth one sends the Southerner into the ropes, barely able to stand. Massive pop!] JD: KENTA'S SHOWING CITY JACK WHAT HE BRINGS TO THE DANCE! [Grabbing the wrist of the Southerner, Kenta fires him across the ring to the far side.] JD: City Jack off the ropes... ducks the clothesline by Kent- "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: SWEET JES- "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [The crowd erupts as City Jack cradles the back of Kenta's head, repeatedly driving his forearm into the youngster's face.] JD: Good night! City Jack is asserting his will on Kenta in a big way... and Kitzukawa is reeling for those, that's for sur- [Another huge pop as Kenta leaps up, driving another forearm into the cheek of City Jack!] JD: KENTA REFUSES TO BE INTIMIDATED! [Kitzukawa leans into the ropes, using the momentum to sprint across the ring... leap into the air... ...and _cream_ City Jack with another crushing forearm shot to the side of the face, this one causing City Jack to fall back into the ropes... ...rebounding immediately off of them and _drilling_ Kitzukawa with a forearm shot that knocks Kenta back into the ropes again.] JD: There's already swelling under the left eye of City Jack... and the cheek of Kenta is reddening already. This is nuts! What a brutal exchange of forearms we've seen from these two so far. [Grabbing the arm of Kitzukawa, City Jack fires him off to the ropes.] JD: Irish whip... clothesli- ducked by Kenta! [The crowd roars as Kitzukawa hooks City Jack in a rear waistlock.] JD: GERMA- No! He can't get City Jack up off the mat! [The buzz turns to chuckles as Kitzukawa tries to hoist City Jack into the air, the Southerner cackling at the failed lift.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Jesus! Four brutal forearm shots to the back of City Jack's neck! He's trying to soften the big man up, break down his defense against the German suplex attempt. Of course, I think City Jack's defense is his three hundred pounds... something Kenta can't do anything to counter. [Having drilled City Jack enough to possibly soften him up some more, Kenta reapplies the waistlock and attempts to pick the big man off the canvas.] JD: Another German attempt! But again, he just can't budge City Jack off the mat and- [City Jack drives the point of his elbow back into the side of Kenta's face once...twice...three times... a fourth finally breaks the waistlock, allowing City Jack to hit the ropes... ...and _obliterate_ Kenta Kitzukawa with a clothesline that flips the youngster inside out before dumping him down to the mat in a heap! Huge pop!] JD: HUUUUUGE clothesline by City Jack puts the rookie down to the mat... what a big hit that was. Kenta got laid out in a big way by that... and City Jack- [The crowd gets on the Southerner's case as he drives a boot into the side of Kenta's face, shouting out "That all ya got?"] JD: City Jack showing a little bit of ego here, in my opinion. He's trying to show the rookie that he's higher on the food chain in this sport... but this is going a little too far. He just doesn't seem the usual fun-loving guy we're used to seeing out of City Jack. The recent closing of Grand Isle Wrestling, leaving City Jack homeless may have something to do with it. [Another hard kick to the ribs of Kenta rolls him onto his back... ...right in time for a big elbow to come crashing down across the ribcage from City Jack.] JD: Whew. Big elbow on target. We talked earlier about Johnson Blackwell's size making simple moves more effective... that's exactly what we're seeing here too. City Jack slowly makes his way back to his feet... and drives another elbow down to the ribs! [City Jack pushes himself back up again, this time noticeably sucking wind as he gets to a vertical base.] JD: He looks blown up already! Come on, Jack. Show a little more dedication to your workout! Jack's back to his feet, barely able to stand and- [And he just slumps over in a bellyflop on the downed Kenta! Sorta big pop!] JD: Not a lot of height on that, but the weight alone may have been enough. ONE!! TWO!! [Kenta kicks out of the quasi-pin attempt, rolling away as City Jack gets back to his knees.] JD: City Jack back to his feet, moving in on Kenta who is trying to keep away for a second, trying to get a breather. But the Southerner pulls him up off the canvas... shoving him back to the turnbuckles. [Taking a deep breath, City Jack steps into the corner...] JD: Kenta's trapped in the buckles... oh! [The crowd groans as City Jack uncorks a brutal forearm shot to the side of Kenta's face...and another... and another... Then he switches arms and goes from the other side, driving forearm after forearm after forearm into the right side of Kenta's head... Then switches back, uncorking more brutality as Kenta slowly starts to droop down in the corner... ...but instead gets fired across the ring!] JD: Goodness! What a beating Kenta took right there from City Jack! Here comes the big man! [And _drills_ Kenta in the corner with a clothesline that makes him stagger out of the buckles.] JD: City Jack's set for something... what's he- [A huge pop rings out as City Jack calls for the Metroboom and attempts to apply the bearhug.] JD: BEARHU- NO! KENTA BLOCKS IT! [An even bigger pop erupts as Kenta extends his arms from his sides, preventing City Jack from wrapping his beefy arms around the upper torso of Kenta.] JD: Kenta's trying to keep the Metroboom at bay! Trying to keep City Jack from applying the bearhug that'll lead to a belly to belly suplex! Trying to- "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Kick to the thigh of City Jack! Kenta's trying to find a way out of this Metroboom attempt... he knows that City Jack has a power edge and over time _will_ get that bearhug locked in if they continue to struggle like this. [Kenta's arms shudder from the pressure, the crowd roaring as he continues to fight the bearhug from being applied...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Series of snap kicks to the thigh of City Jack, trying to get him to break the bearhug attempt! [Two more kicks find the upper thigh of the Southerner, causing him to break the Metroboom, staggering away as Kenta backs into the ropes, sprinting forward.] JD: Chopblock to the kne- no! City Jack sidesteps! [And promptly leaves his feet, _crushing_ the lower back of Kitzukawa with a devastating elbowdrop.] JD: Goodness! That'll do a number on the back of Kenta... and that'll further the edge of City Jack to avoid any kind of suplexes and slams that Kenta might have on his mind for this match. Kenta immediately reaches for his back as City Jack uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet. [Once on his feet, City Jack bounces off the ropes... ...and drops a _huuuuuuge_ splash aiming for the lower back of Kitzukawa... ...a splash that meets nothing but canvas! Big pop!] JD: KENTA AVOIDS THE SPLASH! If he hadn't, I think this match would have been over. But now it's Kenta getting back to his feet, still clutching the lower back... but on his feet nonetheless. [With City Jack kneeling, Kenta sees him vulnerable for his most potent form of offense...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Snap kick on target to the chest of City Jack! Kenta's sizing him up, measuring him... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [The crowd groans with sympathy for City Jack who clutches his now beet-red chest in pain.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [This one finds a home under the right arm of City Jack, right in the ribcage.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [A glancing blow this time to the top of the head that makes the Southerner pull both arms up to protect his head against any more strikes.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [No glancing blow this time as he catches City Jack at full force directly in the sternum. Those arms come right back down to the midsection which fully open up his head for...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: DOWN GOES CITY JACK! HEAD KICK RIGHT ON THE MARK!! [Kenta dives atop the stunned City Jack, trying to get a quick pin.] JD: ONE!! TWO!! [A powerful kickout sends Kenta sailing off the downed City Jack, much to the applause of the impressed crowd.] JD: Wow! City Jack still has a lot left in him... even after that kick to the skull that probably would have knocked the average man out cold. Kenta seems a little surprised too. [Leaning down, the Osaka native pulls City Jack to his feet, shoving him back into the nearest corner... then steps up to the middle rope.] JD: Kenta on the middle rope... the crowd ready to count along with the punches. [But then Kenta steps to the side and drives a hard kick into the face of City Jack... ...and another... ...and another...] "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" "NINE!" "TEN!" [Kenta drops back off the buckles, whipping City Jack across the ring at top velocity where he slams chestfirst into the corner.] JD: City Jack staggering out... WAISTLOCK! [A massive pop goes up as Kenta locks in the rear waistlock and lifts!] JD: NO! He got him partially up this time... but not enough to do anything with him. City Jack's just got too much weight for Kenta to throw him around the ring like he wants to. [City Jack shockingly reverses the waistlock to a large shocked pop from the Frank And Sons crowd... ...and attempts a German suplex of his own!] JD: What the-?! Since when does City Jack know how to do a German Suplex?! The ringwork of PWR must be infectious! He couldn't get Kenta all the way up either! [Quickly breaking the waistlock, City Jack opts to copy one of Kenta's other moves from earlier in the match... the forearm pummeling of the back of the head and neck.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Goodness! Some scintillating forearm shots to the back of the neck of Kenta Kitzukawa by City Jack, trying to soften up the Osaka native for- [Jack reaches up to hook the head of Kenta, then drops down to the canvas with the back of Kenta's neck _driven_ into the Southern's shoulder!] JD: Reverse neckbreaker on target... really creating a whiplash effect on Kitzukawa. That can do some major damage to the spinal region... something a lot of wrestlers in today's time have had issues with. [Kenta immediately rolls onto his stomach, well-trained to avoid any possible pin situation.] JD: City Jack pushing himself to his feet... pulling Kenta back up off the mat as well. A hard knee doubles Kenta over and- oh! Hard elbow shot to the back of the neck! And another! And another! It looks like the Kentucky native has switched attacks to the neck now. [Hooking a single underhook on Kenta, City Jack leaves his feet and _drives_ the skull of Kitzukawa into the canvas with an enormous thud! Big pop!] JD: Single arm DDT! What impact! And City Jack rolls over onto Kenta for a cover! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! TH- [Big pop!] JD: Not enough to keep Kenta down... not yet anyways. Kenta rolls out to the ring apron, trying to get a second wind here as he pulls himself up to his feet using the ropes to do- [City Jack, seizing the moment, lumbers towards the dazed Kenta and unleashes another huge forearm shot...] "CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!" [...one that sends Kenta sailing off the ring apron, crashing into a row of now-vacated empty chairs!] JD: Goodness! Kenta Kitzukawa got drilled with a running forearm and went flying into the crowd... right down on those empty steel chairs. Good lord, what impact that forearm had... and that fall into the chairs wasn't any better. Kenta's back... my god, it went right into the steel chairs. That's not right, dammit. This isn't a hardcore promotion... we don't do extreme from night to night! [City Jack steps through the ropes before dropping down to the floor, moving past the fans to where Kenta Kitzukawa is now lying.] JD: Referee Patrick Rodriguez is telling City Jack to get it back in the ring, but City Jack's out to teach a lesson to Kenta... out to teach him who the king of the ring on this particular night is. This is about teaching the rookie respect... and if he has to end Kenta's career to do it, he just might on this night. [Jack pulls Kenta off the cold floor by the hair... and scoops him up.] JD: NO! NO! DAME! [But the Japanese phrase for "Stop it" falls on deaf Southern ears as City Jack violently bodyslams Kenta Kitzukawa on the unforgiving concrete floor! Big mixed pop!] JD: A brutal slam on the floor out here by me... and these fans sound like they're starting to turn on City Jack a little bit. This outsider came into our rings on our debut show and he's trying to take out our rookie superstar! Maybe it's City Jack who needs to be taught some respect! [Standing over the downed Kitzukawa, City Jack nudges his face with his boot, spitting down with a "Get up, boy!"] JD: Oh come on! This is going too far! [Still standing flat-footed, City Jack leaps into the air... ...and drops all his weight down across the upper body of Kenta Kitzukawa with a bone-crushing splash.] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: Three hundred pound splash down across the chest of Kitzukawa! Goodness! If they were inside the ring, I think this match would be over. But out here on the floor, there's no pinfalls to score. [Reaching down, City Jack pulls the limp carcass of Kenta Kitzukawa off the floor and starts physically dragging him towards the ring.] JD: City Jack's trying to get him back in here... I think he might just be able to roll him in and cover him. That might be enough to fini- oh! Kenta slips a knee in to the gut! [Desperate to get away from City Jack, Kenta cradles the Southerner's head... and slams his forearm into Jack's face... ...and again... ...and again... ...and again... ...and again... ...and again... ...and again!] JD: Gekito! A hard fought battle in every sense of the word. [Reeling from the forearms, City Jack stumbles back, but as Kenta moves in...] JD: BEARHUG! [But instead of going for the Metroboom, City Jack stampedes forward and _drives_ Kenta spinefirst into the steel ringpost! Big sympathy pop!] JD: Goodness! Now he rolls him back into the ring, Kenta immediately clutching his back... he's in a lot of pain from the constant punishment he's been taking. City Jack back in the ring as well...and right down for a cover, like I speculated. ONE!!! TWO!!! THR- [Big pop!] JD: Foot on the ropes! Kenta slips his leg up there to break the pin by City Jack... and now it's City Jack who looks a little surprised. I think he thought a little on-the-floor brawling would break the spirit of the young M-DOJO student... and he may be right, we haven't really seen yet. But for now, Kenta's still in this thing. [An irate City Jack gets back to his feet, pulling Kenta up as he does so... and quickly slings Kenta over his shoulder.] JD: What's he doing now? A powerslam perhaps? [More than just a powerslam. City Jack charges towards the corner, slamming the spine of Kenta into the buckles before turning back towards the center of the ring.] JD: Oklahoma Stamped- NO! Kenta slips free! Legkicklegkicklegkick! [With City Jack momentarily stunned, Kenta deadleaps into the air, lashing out with one of his lethal kicks that catches City Jack square in the face, taking the big man down in a heap! Huge pop!] JD: KAMENGIRI! LEAPING HEAD KICK ON CITY JACK! He went down like he'd been shot! Kenta needs to make the cover! But he's not moving at all... he's completely laid out. Referee Patrick Rodriguez is right there, checking on both men. [He lifts City Jack's arm... then drops it. He quickly moves over to Kenta, lifting his arm... and watching it fall as well.] JD: Uh oh. Patrick's starting up a double count. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FOUR!" "FIVE!" [Kenta rolls over onto his stomach, trying to get his hands underneath him to push himself up.] "SIX!" "SEVEN!" [City Jack sits up just as Kenta pushes himself up to his knees, the crowd roaring as Patrick waves off the ten count.] JD: Kenta's the first to his feet, City Jack getting back up as wel- oh! Hard forearm shot on target! These guys have thrown more forearms than the rest of the show combined! Goodness! [Kenta pulls City Jack off the canvas, blasting him with another forearm shot that causes City Jack to stumble back into the turnbuckles.] JD: Kenta backing off... charging in! [And leaps into the air, blasting City Jack with a thrown elbow strike!] JD: OHHHHMY! Kenta backs off again! Charging again! [Again he leaps into the sky, cracking City Jack upside the face with an elbow strike, causing City Jack to nearly topple over the ropes to the floor.] JD: Kitzukawa is fired up! He's got that fighting spirit... TAMASHIIIIIIII! [Yeaaaaah. Our PBP man has lost it, slipping into Japanese at random. Bear with us.] JD: Kenta backs off one...more...time! [This time as he charges back in, he fully rotates... ...and _crushes_ the side of City Jack's face with an elbow strike that sends the Southerner toppling over the ropes and down to the hard concrete below! Huge pop!] JD: ROAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRING ELLLLLLLLLBOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!! [The crowd roars as Kenta thrusts his arms in the air, pumping the fighting spirit through his entire body. He reaches up, yanking his elbowpad off and chucks it down to the canvas, leaning against the far ropes.] JD: City Jack's struggling to get to his feet... but he may not like what he finds when he gets there. The Southerner's trying to get up, holding the side of his face. That elbow really did a number on him and- [And suddenly, Kenta sprints at top speed across the ring, turning his body into a dart as he sails between the top and middle ropes... ...and _drives_ his elbow into the side of City Jack's face again, the force of the blow knocking the Kentucky native into the steel chairs now emptied by fleeing fans! Massive pop!] JD: TOPE ELBOW DIVE! KENTA TAKES OUT CITY JACK!!! Kenta's been really relying on the forearms, kicks, and elbows here tonight... really showing off his striking skills to break down City Jack physically. [Kenta quickly moves into a mount position, pulling City Jack up by his thinning hair... and drives a forearm into his face. He repeats this a few more times, really targetting the eyesocket area with his strikes.] JD: Both men are experiencing swelling in their faces from the brutal strikes they've been throwing at each other. We've seen no blood yet but you can see some redness in the eyesocket of City Jack... some bruising on the cheek of Kenta. These two are definitely not pulling any punches here tonight at You Say You Want A Revolution! [With City Jack hurting, Kenta gets back to his feet and pulls City Jack into a standing headscissors. The crowd immediately begins buzzing, taking several steps back.] JD: You've got to be kidding me! What the hell does Kenta think he's gonna do out here on the floor?! He couldn't even lift City Jack up for a German suplex... now he thinks he can powerbomb him?! [The crowd explodes as Kenta doubleunderhooks the arms.] JD: He's going for a Billion Dollar Bomb! He's going for a Tiger Driver out here on the concrete floor... I don't know if he can get it. Even with his all his heart and all his fighting spirit, I don't know if he can powerbomb City Jack! [Kenta attempts to get City Jack off the ground, but the Southerner drops down to a knee to block the lift.] JD: City Jack blocks it! Kenta can't- [Another lift attempt fails as City Jack drops to a knee. Kenta strains to get City Jack back to his feet... ...but soon finds himself sailing through the air as City Jack stands up, backdropping Kenta down to the concrete floor!] JD: Countered! City Jack counters the Tiger Driver attempt on the concrete floor to save his skin... and now... uh oh, he's pulling Kenta off the floor by the hair. Going back to the ring it looks like and- [And suddenly, City Jack turns on his heels and _hurls_ Kenta through the air into another row of steel chairs, this one partially filled since the fans weren't expecting the throw.] JD: Goodness! I hope everyone's okay out there. Can we get someone over there to check on these fans? Kenta's obviously hurting but we need to check on the fans. [We can see a couple people in shirts reading "PWR Staff" racing over to check on the handful of fans that collided with Kenta's flying body. City Jack immediately falls back against the ring apron, desperately sucking wind into his out-of-shape body.] JD: City Jack's showing a lot of aggressiveness here tonight... much more than anyone expected to see, I think. Kenta's trying to get back to his feet, his back has a cut on it from a sharp spot on one of those chairs. This is getting ugly. [Reaching his feet and spying the exhausted City Jack, Kenta Kitzukawa sprints through the sea of people, leaping into the air... ...and cracking City Jack upside the head again with an elbow smash that knocks the big man off his feet!] JD: I'm stunned at the ferocity of the strikes we've seen thrown in this match... Kenta and City Jack are absolutely crushing one another with each and every blow. It's a whole new ballgame here in PWR! You won't get this kind of action on your weekly TV show! [Muscling the dazed Southerner off the floor, Kenta rolls him under the ropes and back into the ring.] JD: Kenta back in right behind him... and a quick cover! ONE!!!! TWO!!!!! THR- NO! [Big mixed pop!] JD: And this time it's City Jack who gets a foot on the ropes just in time to break the pin. Incredible! These two have beaten the holy hell out of one another and just continue to do major damage. Kenta pulls him off the mat again... "SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Chop! Blistering chop to the chest. Irish whip! [City Jack slams chestfirst into the turnbuckles, staggering back...] JD: WAISTLOCK! [A huge pop erupts as Kenta Kitzukawa lifts City Jack off the canvas... ...but turn to disappointment as the Southerner hooks the ropes, avoiding going any higher.] JD: So close! Kenta almost got him up for the German right there! [Irate and determined to hit the damn suplex, Kenta knows exactly what to do as he breaks the waistlock...and opens fire.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: SWEEEEEEEET JEEEEEEEESUS! [City Jack slumps over, his forehead on the turnbuckle from the impact of the beating... ...making him easy prey for another waistlock.] JD: Kenta hooks him again! Still trying! Still trying to get him off his feet! [A mighty lift gets City Jack the highest off the ground he's been all match... ...but hooking his feet in the ropes causes Kenta Kitzukawa to put him down again.] JD: Damn! Kenta can't believe it! He thought for sure he had him there. He can't believ- [He breaks the hold again... and again unleashes an ass kicking!] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: The crowd is groaning and cringing with every shot... every one of those bone-rattling forearms to the head and neck and face and...whatever of City Jack! City Jack staggers back... [And just collapses backwards on the canvas. Kenta quickly hooks both legs, flipping forward.] JD: Double leg cradle! ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!! THRE- "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: CITY JACK GETS THE SHOULDER UP! BY GOD, HE GETS THE SHOULDER UP! [Kitzukawa slaps the mat in frustration before rising to his feet, screaming to the sky, "Chikkushoh!"] JD: Eeeps. Be happy you didn't understand that one, fans. Kenta dragging City Jack to his feet... hurling him to the ropes... [As City Jack rebounds, Kitzukawa spins and uncorks a rolling elbow.] JD: ROARRRRRRRING ELLLLLB- ducked by City Jack! CJ off the far side... [And the large Southerner complete a full spin before _drilling_ Kitzukawa in the jaw with an elbow of his own.] "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: CITY JACK WITH THE ROLLING ELBOW!!! He _levelled_ Kenta with it! He collapses on him! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THRE- "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: KICKOUT! KENTA KICKS OUT! [The exhausted crowd buzzes with excitement from the trade of high impact moves and near falls... then somehow grows louder as an exhausted City Jack pulls Kenta off the mat.] JD: Both men to their feet... [Let's call this one the "Oh no!" pop as the crowd grows worried.] JD: City Jack's going for the bearhug again! He's calling for the Metroboom! [Knowing what'll happen if he gets hit with it, Kitzukawa extends his arms, blocking the attempt to lock a bearhug on him.] JD: Kenta's trying to fight it! Trying to stay out of the bearhug! Trying to avoid the Metroboom! [Realizing he needs to move fast, Kenta drives his forehead into the bridge of City Jack's nose, causing the big man to recoil away in pain, breaking the bearhug attempt... ...and allowing Kenta to leap onto the mammoth back of City Jack, hooking one wrist with his hand while sliding his other hand behind the Southerner's neck! Huge pop!] JD: COBRA SLEEPER! He's using one of City Jack's signature moves against him! [The crowd roars as City Jack tries to fight the hold, pumping his arms wildly... trying to reach back and elbow off Kenta Kitzukawa, failing in both attempts.] JD: Kenta's got it locked! There may be no way out of th- OH! [Desperately trying to escape the move cutting off the flow of blood to his brain, City Jack falls back into the corner, sandwiching Kitzukawa between his body and the turnbuckles.] JD: City Jack drives back to the corner, trying to break the hold that way... but Kenta's hanging on! Kenta's still up on the back of City Jack and- "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: CITY JACK JUMPS UP AND FALLS BACKFIRST TO THE MAT! HE SQUASHES KENTA LIKE A BUG! [Barely able to move, City Jack just hurls an arm across the chest of Kenta and waves for Rodriguez to count him down.] JD: ONE!!!! TWO!!!!! THRE- [MASSIVE POP!] JD: NO! NO! KENTA GETS THE SHOULDER UP! How much damage did that move have to do though? Getting three hundred pounds _driven_ down onto your body as you slam into the canvas? No way that didn't do some major damage. Kenta's still down on the mat... City Jack rolls over to the ropes, trying to pull himself up using them. He needs to get to his feet first and hit something major, fans... he's absolutely exhausted. City Jack has gone beyond his stamina by far. [Reaching his feet, City Jack leans in the corner, sucking wind into his tired body. The fans start to chant... but not for our friendly Southerner.] "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap [Slowly, Kitzukawa regains his feet as well, just as City Jack pushes himself up to a sitting position on the top turnbuckle.] JD: Both men back to their feet... these fans have gone from evenly split to solidly behind the hometown boy. They want to see Kenta knock off the outsider! They want to see Kenta take down the indy superstar! [Moving to the corner where City Jack stands up, ready to drop something heavy down on the dazed Kitzukawa, Kenta realizes City Jack's intention and lashes out with a kick that catches the big man on the side of the knee.] JD: Back to the legs! Still trying to take the big man off his feet! And it worked! City Jack sits back down on the buckle... and Kenta's going up there after him! [Kitzukawa steps up on the middle rope, hooking City Jack's arm over his neck. The crowd begins to buzz again as they realize what Kenta's got in mind.] JD: Superplex?! He's going for a superplex?! Are you kidding me?! [The buzz grows louder as Kenta makes his first attempt to hoist the big man into the air... ...but it fails as City Jack desperately drives a forearm into the ribcage of Kitzukawa.] JD: City Jack's fighting it! He doesn't want to go over in the superplex! He's trying to keep Kenta from- another forearm to the ribs! [That one breaks Kenta's grasp, causing him to stand straight up on the buckles... ...where one more brutal forearm to the side of the face knocks him from the second rope, crashing down to the canvas.] JD: City Jack breaks out of the superplex! He's not out of juice yet, fans! He looks to be exhausted... completely on empty... but he's still fighting, he refuses to give up. He refuses to let this rookie beat him in the middle of the ring. [Kenta quickly springs back to his feet, charging to the buckles where he promptly leaps into the air...] "CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: GOODNESS! KAMENGIRI TO THE SKULL OF THE SEATED CITY JACK!!! [The force of the kick causes City Jack to lean backwards, nearly falling from his perch to the concrete floor below. Kenta, feeling the moment, pops up on the second rope.] JD: He hooks City Jack by the back of the head... forearm! Forearm! Forearm! Forearm! Forearm! [With each shot, the crowd grows louder with expectation of what's to come... ...but City Jack's got other ideas, slapping the grip away and establishing his own.] JD: And now it's City Jack with the cradled forearms! One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! [Letting go, City Jack drives a headbutt into the eyebrow of Kenta, sending him sailing from the ropes again.] JD: City Jack escapes _again_! This guy is showing us incredible will to win here tonight... _incredible_! [Standing on the middle rope, City Jack leaps into the air.] JD: MIDDLE ROPE SPLASH!!! "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!" [HUGE POP!] JD: HE MISSED! HE MISSED! City Jack misses the splash, landing hard on the canvas... and Kenta's got another chance. Another break to wrap this thing up right here and now. But he's hurting too. Both men are down. Both men are hurt. And this crowd is roaring, desperately trying to get them both to their feet so this battle can continue. [Patrick Rodriguez is quick to check on both men's ability to continue... and opts for another double count.] "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" JD: Neither man has moved an inch so far. This crowd is going nuts. Come on, guys! Get up! Tokusen! "FOUR!" "FIVE!" "SIX!" JD: City Jack rolls over to his back... look at his chest moving in and out, this guy is desperately trying to get a second... hell, maybe a third or fourth wind at this stage of the battle. Kenta's got his arms beneath him, trying to push himself back to his feet. "SEVEN!" "EIGHT!" JD: Come on! Get up! GET UP! "NINE!" [And finally, before the ten count falls down, the two warriors battle to their feet... just a yard or so apart from one another. Huge pop!] JD: Yeah! Both men are up! The match will continue! City Jack stumbling over near Kenta...oof! Big forearm on the chin! [But Kenta immediately fires back with one of his own.] JD: Kitzukawa returns the favor! We're over twenty minutes into this match and these two men are throwing forearms almost as hard as they did in the opening seconds! Kenta with another one! And another! City Jack just doesn't have the energy to keep pace with the much younger rookie! [Kenta backs off, then spins as he approaches...] JD: ROARING ELB- ducked by City Jack! [The Southerner hooks Kitzukawa, hoisting him into the air for a belly to back suplex... but his exhausted arms can't hold the fiesty rookie who slips out, landing on his feet on the ring apron.] JD: Nice counter by Kenta! Out on the apron... here comes City Jack! [The lumbering big man moves in on the dazed Kitzukawa but the Osaka native still has the presence of mind to snap off a kick through the ropes, catching the approaching City Jack square in the ribcage.] JD: Ooof! Nice shot by Kenta! [With City Jack doubled over, Kenta pulls City Jack by the hair so that his head is over the ring apron, his body between the top and middle ropes.] JD: What's he doing here? [Still holding City Jack by the stringy hair, Kenta brings his deadly foot right up into the face of the Southerner.] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: Goodness! What a kick by Kenta! Right to the face of City Ja- he's not done! "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" JD: SWEEEEEEEET JEEEEEESUS! "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap [With a dazed City Jack retreating back into the ring, Kenta steps back through the ropes, moving in on him.] JD: City Jack's nose is bleeding... Kenta must have caught him hard in the mouth with one of those kicks. Those were absolutely brutal, fans... they echoed through the whole building. Kenta off the ropes... [And just as City Jack turns to face the rampaging Kitzukawa, the Osaka native swings his right arm at hellacious velocity...] "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" [...connecting with a incredible lariat that causes City Jack to somehow alter the laws of physics by flipping through the air before crashing down to the canvas! Deafening pop!] JD: LARIATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap "KEN-TA!" clapclapclap JD: The fans are on their feet! All Kenta needs to do is cover! All he needs to do is throw his exhausted, battered body across City Jack! Come on, kid! [The Osaka native crawls... and crawls... and crawls... and lunges... ...throwing his left arm across the chest of City Jack!] JD: ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!! THRE- "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" JD: Are you kidding me?! Give me a break! There's no way... no _possible_ way that City Jack should've survived that lariat! This match should be over! It should be all over! [An exhausted Kenta Kitzukawa rolls onto his back, barely able to pull air into his body.] JD: How on earth either of these men are moving, I can't comprehend. City Jack has been through more than I ever thought possible for him. He's been through a war the likes of which I've never seen him go through. And yet he still fights. [The camera zooms in on City Jack, sucking wind into his lungs as quickly as possible.] JD: Kenta Kitzukawa, the rookie from M-DOJO. The man no one expected to be able to hang with City Jack. The man everyone put the pressure on but no one thought he'd live up to it. This man is giving City Jack all he can handle and then some. This man is taking all that City Jack has to give and then some. This is a war... and Kenta Kitzukawa is still fighting with every breath in his body! [The shot returns to Kenta, now rolling onto his stomach to get his arms underneath himself so he can push himself back to this feet.] JD: Kenta's the first one up, reaching down to pull the stubborn Southerner back to his feet as well. [The crowd roars as Kenta circles the air with his arm, calling for another lariat... but as he goes to swing.] JD: BEARHUG! [Massive shocked pop!] JD: CITY JACK WITH THE BEARHUG OUT OF NOWHERE... THE PRELUDE TO THE METROBOOM! [With his massive arms wrapped around the body of Kitzukawa, City Jack swings him from side to side, trying to soften up the ribcage of the Osaka native.] JD: Kenta needs to find a way out of this! If he doesn't- headbutt! Another one! Another! [But the trio of headbutts have no effect on City Jack who simply grits his teeth, sucks up the pain, and holds the bearhug on even tighter.] JD: The headbutts didn't work! He couldn't break free! [Grabbing the back of City Jack's head and pulling back on it, Kenta fires in again with forearms.] JD: Going back to the move that has served both men so well in this match. Forearm on target... and another... a third one right to the bleeding mouth of City Jack! [Suffering under the barrage of strikes, City Jack charges towards the corner... pancaking Kenta in the turnbuckles and stopping the onslaught of forearm strikes.] JD: City Jack stops him short! He drove back into the buckles and that took a lot of the wind out of Kenta's sails. Kenta looks to be fading fast in there. He needs out of this hold right now! [Kenta's once-pumping arm slowly drops, his energy being sapped from his body as he attempts to stay in the match.] JD: Patrick's right there... right there to check on Kenta to see if he's able to continue. We may get a ref stoppage right here. [Rodriguez gets in close, asking Kenta if he wants to submit.] JD: Kenta's not giving in yet... he's shaking his head at Rodriguez, refusing to quit. Refusing to let this match slip away from him. [City Jack increases the pressure, grabbing his arm higher up on the wrist, turning up the pain a notch.] JD: Kitzukawa still isn't fighting back though... he's just barely hanging on... he's just- [Suddenly, Kenta's eyes fly open and he uncorks a vicious forearm to the bridge of City Jack's nose.] JD: Goodness! That one nearly broke the hold _and_ City Jack's nose! Kenta's trying to esca- [But before the comeback can go any further, City Jack lumbers forward again, slamming his opponent's back into the turnbuckles.] JD: Again to the buckles! And that cuts the comeback short! Both men staggering out of the buckles now and- [City Jack hoists Kenta into the air, pivoting, and _drives_ Kenta into the canvas! Huge mixed pop!] JD: METROBOOM! HE HITS IT! [But the crowd regains some home as the exhausted Kentucky native lies several feet away from Kenta, unable to make a cover on the prone M-DOJO student.] JD: Kenta's down... City Jack's down... he can't make a cover and that's the _only_ thing that saved Kenta Kitzukawa right there. This match should be over... that's for sure. If City Jack could've made the cover, this match would be all over. [City Jack attempts to crawl, but falls flat on his face with exhaustion.] JD: He can't cover... that much is obvious. Both men are down... and Patrick's right there again. He's checking on both men, trying to see if either man can continue. [Tired, but knowing he must go on, City Jack reaches over and grabs the middle rope, using it to start to pull himself back to his feet.] JD: City Jack starts to rise... Kenta's still down and doesn't look to be getting up anytime soon. [Tugging the ropes allows City Jack to get to his feet, leaning against the ropes as he tries to regain his composure.] JD: Kenta has barely moved... nowhere near getting back up yet. [Hobbling to the middle of the ring, City Jack reaches down and pulls Kenta up off the canvas.] JD: Waistlock by City Jack! A German of his own! [City Jack attempts the big lift needed for a German suplex, but his arms are too tired, putting Kenta back down softly on the match.] JD: CJ sets him down... he couldn't do it! Kenta's trying to get out of the waistlock... maybe hoping to apply one of his own. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" [Another barrage of forearms finds the mark, causing Kenta to tumble forward, collapsing into the corner.] JD: The corner's the only thing that saved Kenta from eating canvas right there, fans. City Jack charges in behind him! [But the intended corner splash finds itself lacking a victim as a desperate Kenta dives out of the way, allowing City Jack to slam chestfirst into the buckles and stay there! Big pop!] JD: Kenta's back up... trying to find that one last burst of energy to put the big man away. Trying to find it somewhere in that fighting spirit to finish City Jack off! [Kenta cries out, "KAAAACHIIKUUUUUSAAAAA!" and reapplies the waistlock he's sought to use all match long.] JD: He hooks the waistlock again! Still going for that German suplex... still trying to- HE LIFTS!!! [The crowd explodes as Kenta gets him off the canvas... higher than he ever managed so far... ...but City Jack still manages to escape, getting his feet on the middle rope and pulling himself out of Kenta's grip!] JD: Kenta couldn't do it! City Jack's up on the middle rope, somehow managing to escape again. [But as the Southerner stands on the second rope, Kenta switches his plan of attack, slipping his arm between the legs of City Jack and then tugging him down into a torture rack. Huge pop!] JD: TORTURE RACK! HOW THE HELL DID HE-?! [Steadying himself, Kenta takes several steps out of the corner, obviously struggling under the weight of the big man from Kentucky.] JD: He's got him in the center of the ring up on his shoulders! How on earth is he doing that?! Where did he find the strength, the will to get City Jack up on his- [And without warning, Kenta somehow spins City Jack out of the torture rack, turning him in a vertical position in front of him... ...and drops down, sitting out with City Jack's skull being _hammered_ into the canvas! DEAFENING POP!] JD: SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESUS!!! BURNING DOLLAR DRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! [As exhausted as his opponent, the battered Kitzukawa throws an arm across the chest of an unmoving City Jack.] JD: ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! [DING DING DING] JD: He did it! Kenta did it! [An enormous pop rings out for the M-DOJO graduate, having climbed a very high mountain in his debut matchup. An exhausted Kenta rolls over onto his back, just inches away from City Jack in the same position. The crowd stands on its collective feet, cheering both men.] "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" JD: These fans are on their feet... aw hell. [Dane rises to his feet as well, all applauding the efforts of both competitors who gave everything they had and then some to entertain the fans in this small industrial warehouse.] JD: What a match! What a night! [The crowd roars louder as Todd Michaelson walks through the curtain, making his way down the aisle towards the ring.] JD: Here comes the boss... sliding into the ring now. [And he immediately checks on both men before having the referee aid him in getting both men back to their feet in opposite corners. The cheers grow louder.] JD: City Jack's clutching his neck... what a drop on the head he took at the hands of Kenta Kitzukawa. Both men look like they've been through a damn war. Bruises, cuts, swelling... just a brutal, brutal matchup. [Barely able to move, City Jack hobbles across the ring... ...and extends his hand.] JD: Yeah! That's what we want to see! [Kenta looks around a bit, then to his mentor... ...and graciously accepts the offered hand, a final show of respect between two warriors.] JD: What a moment! The veteran and the rookie standing side by side having been through a war of epic proportions. [And Todd Michaelson raises both men's hands into the air, increasing the cheers from the crowd. He gestures for a mic.] TM: You got your revolution! [Big pop!] TM: Tonight, we did things a little differently. We did things the way we wanted to do them... and we had one hell of a night doing it! [Another good pop!] TM: Kenta...thank you. [Huge pop! Michaelson grins, then bows his head to his student who returns the bow before exiting the ring to a huge ovation.] TM: City Jack. [Another burst of cheers.] TM: When we booked you for this show, a lot of people criticized us... wanting to know how a company based on ringwork could book a big fat brawler in their main event. [Michaelson grins.] TM: I want to thank you for going beyond what I even thought possible for you... and I want to tell you publically that you are welcome back in Pro Wrestling Revolution _anytime_ you want. [Massive pop!] "CI-TY JACK!" "CI-TY JACK!" "CI-TY JACK!" "CI-TY JACK!" "CI-TY JACK!" "CI-TY JACK!" "CI-TY JACK!" "CI-TY JACK!" "CI-TY JACK!" [The humble Southerner raises a hand to thank the fans, then rolls from the ring... making his exit to a roaring ovation.] TM: I started this night by thanking the fans... thanking the people who'd make this revolution possible. And I want to end the night by doing the same. Thank you all for coming out tonight... and I hope to see you all again on April 25th when we'll be right back here at the Frank And Sons Collectible Show for When Darkness Falls. [Huge pop!] TM: Thank you all! Good night! [Todd throws down the mic, pumping up the crowd by waving his arms for one final chant.] "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" "REV-OLU-SHUN!" [Michaelson cracks a big grin, turning to make his exit... ...when suddenly someone in a hooded sweatshirt sprints from his place in the third row, shoving a couple fans to the ground. He dives under the bottom rope into the ring, dipping into the pocket of his jeans as he gets to his feet. Todd, warned by the pop of the crowd, turns to face the interloper. He brings his arms up quickly, but not fast enough as the hooded individual strikes Michaelson in the head, knocking him down to the canvas. The camera zooms in on Michaelson, blood now pouring from a wound on his forehead. A quick pan shows the weapon that caused the first blood to fall on a Pro Wrestling Revolution ring. A fork. Panning up, we find the hooded individual ripping his sweatshirt off to reveal a bare upper torso... one covered with tattoos familar to anyone in the wrestling world. He whips the sweatshirt down on top of the bloodied Michaelson. And the camera zooms in on the face of the Devil himself... ...Caleb Temple. The crowd explodes in a shocked pop... absolutely going apeshit at what they just witnessed. Seeing the attack on their teacher, the majority of the M-DOJO competitors spill from the locker room, sprinting towards the ring. But they're too late as Temple slides from the ring, grinning an evil smile at the chaos before him. He enters the stunned crowd, passing through them with ease... ...and walks right out the front door of the Frank And Sons Collectible Show Warehouse. And just like that... ...he's gone.]