When Darkness Falls

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Pro Wrestling Revolution 
"When Darkness Falls" - April 25th, 2004 - Frank And Sons Collectible Show 

1. Jaiden Andrews vs Johnny Malibu 
2. "X" vs Bryan Coats 
3. Tony Cameron vs Tyson Bryson 
4. Juvenil Infierno/El Caliente/El Corazon Negro 
vs La Fuerza Candianese/Golden Tiger/Angel Demente 
5. Dojo vs Dojo - Elimination Match 
Todd Michaelson 
Kenta Kitzukawa 
Calisto Dufresne 
Crusher Tyler 
X
vs 
Jeremy Rhodes 
Black Bison 
Angel Santiago 
Brent Marvel 
Jayson Graham 

*************************************

[We fade in from black on a shot of Johnson Blackwell, mammoth M-DOJO member standing outside the entrance to the Frank And Sons Collectible Show.  He's dressed in street clothes, a pair of jeans and a PWR t-shirt... and he's on his cell phone.]

JB:  We've got people at every way in and every way out, boss.  No, there's no chance in hell he gets past us.  

[Blackwell nods.]

JB:  Yeah, I know you didn't ask us to do it... but we want to.  If that son of a bitch wants to get at you again, he's gonna have to put me in a hospital to do it.

[Another nod.]

JB:  Yeah.  No problem, boss.  Give Rhodes a hard kick to the ribs for me.  

[A smile.]

JB:  Okay, thanks.

[And he hangs up the phone.]

JB:  You hear that Temple?  I don't give a damn about how many lives you've ruined or how many careers you've ended.  All I care about are the people inside this building... and you will _not_ get at them again.  Not as long as I'm standing here.

But you know what?

[Blackwell smirks.]

JB:  I almost hope you try.  It'd be kinda fun to take out a "legend".  

[The big man leans back against the wall, the camera panning out to show a two by four piece of wood at his side.]

JB:  Enjoy the show.

[And we fade from the image of a prepared Johnson Blackwell to the interior of the Frank And Sons warehouse.  More specifically, to the tarped off area of the building that will house Pro Wrestling Revolution's second 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 elevated platform to take his place at the announce table.

And before the crowd can quiet, the music quickly changes to Ennio Morricone's "Ecstacy Of Gold"... which can mean the arrival of only one man, the Pro Wrestling Revolution owner and operator Todd Michaelson.  Michaelson walks through the curtain to a huge pop from the PWR faithful.  He's clad in his green and white singlet already, a M-DOJO t-shirt on over it.  He rolls under the bottom rope, popping up to his feet with a mic in hand.]

TM:  And they said it'd never last.

[A chuckle from the crowd as Todd gestures to the setup.]

TM:  First off, I've gotta thank all of you for coming out to our second event, When Darkness Falls.  We've experienced a lot of challenges since our first show last month.  We've seen scheduling changes.  We've seen guys leave the Dojo.  And we've seen one individual do his best to rip us apart on the internet.

[A shower of boos for that one.]

TM:  But we still keep going... we still keep fighting.  And tonight, we're gonna take another step to the top of the food chain.  Tonight, when the final bell rings, you'll know you've seen a hell of a show and in the end that's all we care about.

[Michaelson leans in the corner.]

TM:  A lot of people would like me to take the time right now to address what Caleb Temple had to say about me and my former place of employment on the internet.

[A couple "SHOOT TODD SHOOT!" cheers draw a smile to Todd's face.]

TM:  Not tonight, guys.  I'd love to do it... but my legal advisors think I should let sleeping dogs lie.  If he stays out of our business from now on... I'll stay out of his.

[The fans react with a scattering of boos to which Todd raises his hands.]

TM:  Come on, guys.  We've got a lot of great action here for you tonight and we don't need to waste any more time talking about someone who's not welcome here, right?

[A bigger pop this time.]

TM:  Alright.  I'll be out here a little later to announce two things... the latest person to sign on as an M-DOJO trainer as well as the person who will fill Ben Waterson's slot in tonight's main event.  But I wanted to make a very special announcement here first.  

[The crowd begins to buzz.]

TM:  As you all know, at next month's event, we will be crowning the first ever Pro Wrestling Revolution champion.  And at an event like that, with what we hope to find out, it can only be called "Who's The King"!

[Huge pop!]

TM:  We're gonna have a lot of info on that show in the coming days... but believe me when I tell you we're going to go all out for it.  I've cashed in a lot of favors and made some deals to get us the cashflow we need for what I want to do... hell, we're even gonna be in a different building for it!

[An even bigger pop from the sweltering in the heat fans.]

TM:  But the focus of the show will be the crowning of our first champion... something that I want to be a very special moment.  So, as I sat back and thought about what I wanted for a title... I realized we needed something that could be defended here in California... could be defended down in Mexico with our SWLL friends... and maybe even defended overseas in Japan.  

[A big pop at the idea of PWR talent appearing in Japan.]

TM:  I had a talk with an old friend... and he gave me permission to use a title that was created several years ago in a historic tournament.   Guys, I take great pleasure in announcing that the goal for every man in this company will be... the Pacific Championship!

[Huge pop!]

TM:  That's right.  It's the very belt that men from the EMWC and G-Pro did battle for.  It's the very belt that only _one_ man was officially recognized as holding.

And next month, at Who's The King... _that_ man will be here in Southern California to help us crown the first Pro Wrestling Revolution Champion.  

[The buzz grows louder.]

TM:  TORA WANIZAME WILL BE HERE NEXT MONTH!

[DEAFENING POP!  Michaelson grins at the reaction.]

TM:  I told you it's gonna be a special show.  Now, as I mentioned, only one man was _officially_ recognized as having held that title... since then, the title kinda took on an "outlaw" feel to it, being defended overseas without official recognition.

Tonight, I'm very proud to present to you the last man to hold the title in that respect... the man who has offered to surrender it to PWR for our use.  

Fans, let's hear it for Takuya Nobu!

[The crowd rises to its feet to pay tribute to the Zokugun Sangai member who strides through the curtain, presumably the title belt slung over his shoulder in a black velvet bag.  Nobu is rretty dark-skinned, really slight build.  He has huge bleached-white mutton chop sideburns, and bleached white hair that is streaked with bright-ass blue that stands up, straight, about six inches off the top of his head.  Theer is a t attoo across his  left breast reading "Zokugun" and "Sangai" on his right forearm.]

JD:  Takuya Nobu, the final "unsanctioned" Pacific Champion rolls into the ring... and bows his head, presenting the title belt to Todd Michaelson.  We all recall it was Michaelson who brokered the deal to bring ZS and Nobu to the United States on several occasions and that relationship is obviously paying off here.

[Michaelson takes the velvet bag, slinging it over his shoulder and returns the bow to Nobu.]

TM:  We'll keep this belt under wraps until next month... but I'm also very happy to announce that Takuya Nobu has been offered and has accepted a role as guest trainer with Pro Wrestling Revolution!

[Nobu raises a hand in thanks to a roaring cheer from the PWR fans.]

TM:  Whenever he is here in the States, he will be helping out at the Dojo... as well as providing us with a link to Japan to bring more talent into PWR in the future.  We look forward to working with Takuya.

[Todd offers the mic to Nobu who shakes his head and says a few words to Todd before rolling from the ring.]

TM:  Apparently Takuya's not feeling too well tonight... but he does want me to let you all know how happy he is to be here and how much he looks forward to working with our other trainers and students.  He especially hopes to work very closely with Juvenil Infierno in teaching the junior heavyweight style to the M-DOJO competitors.

[Michaelson grins as he makes the translation to the fans.]

TM:  Well, with all that business taken care of... I think it's showtime!  Thank you all again and I'll see you later tonight!

[With that, "Ecstacy Of Gold" starts up once again to a huge pop from the PWR fans... and a chant.]

"THANK YOU TODD!"   "THANK YOU TODD!"   "THANK YOU TODD!"

[Michaelson grins, raises a hand in thanks as he exits the makeshift "arena"...

...and the crowd erupts into cheers and whistles as Melissa Cannon emerges from the back, clad in a pair of jeans and a tied off PWR t-shirt.  She slides into the ring, taking Michaelson's discarded mic.]

JD:  Whew.  Welcome to When Darkness Falls, fans... and what a series of announcements made by the boss.  I didn't even get to catch my breath and I'm already knocked off my seat here.  The Pacific Title reinstated officially as PWR's top gold?  Takuya Nobu a guest trainer?  And TORA Wanizame here _next_ month?!  This is great!  I'm already looking forward to Who's The King and we're not even started here tonight.  Melissa?  All yours!

[We cut to the ring where Melissa Cannon is set to get funky.]

MC:  The following contest is set for one fall with a twenty minute time limit.

[Melissa lowers the mic as "Born To Reign" by Will Smith starts up to a mild rush of boos.]

JD:  Johnny Malibu was here at You Say You Want A Revolution as a member of the Armani Exchange.  Malibu won that trios match for his team with a dragon suplex, pinning El Caliente who we'll see a little later tonight.  Tonight, he makes his singles debut against Jaiden Andrews.

[As the Fresh Prince draws the ire of the People of the Revolution, Malibu struts through the curtain.  He spreads his arms, soaking up the jeers as he gestures to his tanned, well-toned body.  He tosses his brown hair behind his head as he walks the aisle.]

JD:  Malibu definitely thinks very highly of himself... something he has in common with his opponent here tonight.

[Malibu leans towards the camera, flashing his baby blue eyes before rolling into the ring.  As he gets to his feet, referee Steve Stevens moves over to check his long tights and boots before slapping at the elbowpads to make sure they're empty.]

JD:  The 19 year old Los Angeles native leans back in the corner... giving Melissa the eye and gesturing for her to hurry up and bring Jaiden Andrews out here to the ring.

[Melissa gestures back... much to the delight of the crowd.]

JD:  Melissa Cannon just told Johnny Malibu that he's number one... oddly, he wasn't pleased by it.

["Superstar" by Saliva kicks in to a mixture of cheers and boos as the makeshift lighting stand around the entrance begins 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... but is a little thrown by getting any cheers at all for the second show in a row.]

JD:  Sounds like there's more than a couple people in this crowd tonight who'll be supporting Jaiden Andrews.  I don't think there's a soul that likes him as a person but as an athlete, he's quite impressive.  We saw him win the crowd over completely last month and he may do the same thing here tonight.

[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.]

JD:  Jaiden looks nicely recovered from that assault after last month's match by Crusher Tyler.  Those two have been on collision course with one another since Day One here in PWR as Tyler thinks he's the Ace of the company while Andrews thinks Tyler hasn't proven a thing yet.  

[Andrews stops right in front of the ring to once again stretch his arms egotistically... and a nice portion of the crowd greets him as only they can.]

"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, a mixture of cheers and boos waiting for him as he does so.

Andrews then walks over to his corner, smirking as he waits for the introductions.]

MC:  Introducing first... he hails from Los Angeles, California... standing 6'2 and weighing in at 198 pounds...

JOHNNNNNNNYYYY MAAAAAAAAALIBUUUUUUUUU!!!

[Malibu raises an arm in the air, getting it quickly booed down.]

MC:  And his opponent... from Anaheim, California... standing an even six feet tall and weighing in at 229 pounds...

JAAAAAAAAAAAIDEN ANNNNNNNNNDREWWWSSS!!!

[Another mixed pop for the Anaheim native who shakes his head with disgust... glaring at Johnny Malibu from across the ring.  Referee Steve Stevens gestures for both men to get ready... then calls for the bell.]

JD:  This match is underway in what should be a very interesting encounter to kick off this show here tonight in the City of Industry.  Both these men were victorious last month, Malibu pinning El Caliente in that trios match with a dragon suplex... Andrews scoring the duke over Johnson Blackwell with a Shining Wizard in that tag match.  You can bet both men are fully aware that Todd Michaelson is watching tonight to see just who deserves to be involved in next month's event to crown the first PWR Champion.

[Andrews quickly moves to the center of the ring, wasting no time in gesturing for Malibu to come out and join him.]

JD:  You've gotta believe that Jaiden Andrews will also be trying to send a message to Crusher Tyler here tonight.  Those two will collide at some point in the very near future and Andrews will want all the momentum going on his side when that happens.

[As Malibu joins his opponent in the center of the ring, they quickly lockup in a collar and elbow tie.]

JD:  Here we go.  Right to the lockup, both men trying to get an early advant- quick grab of the wrist, cranking it up behind Andrews' back.  Jason Malibu with a hammerlock locked in deep right here.

[Grasping at his shoulder, trying to relieve the pressure, Jaiden starts to search for a way out.  He reaches back with a leg, trying to hook a trip... then leans down, trying to reach between his legs to grab Malibu's ankle.]

JD:  Jaiden trying to find a way out of this hammerlock... two failed attempts right there and- oh!  He tried to snap an elbow back into the side of Malibu's face but Johnny Malibu firmly plants his forehead between the shoulderblades of Jaiden Andrews, ducking right under that elbow.

[With his arm reached back, Andrews manages to hook Malibu and snap mare him down to the mat.]

JD:  Snap mare to counter- no!  Malibu hung on and Jaiden had to roll right back into that hammerlock or get his arm broken.  Excellent counterwrestling by both men.

[Malibu pushes down on the back of Andrews, forcing him chestfirst into the canvas... and then spinning across the back, hooking a front facelock on the Anaheim native.]

JD:  Front facelock firmly applied by the Armani Exchange member... and Andrews quickly gets his feet underneath him, forcing Malibu back up to a vertical base.  Pushing him back to the ropes now... and official Steve Stevens is right there to call for the break.

[Stevens gives a "Come on, Jaiden.  Break it clean!" in hopes his request will be obeyed...

...but as Jaiden Andrews straightens up...]



"SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


JD:  Bitchslap by Jaiden Andrews!  Absolutely no respect for his fellow wrestlers here in PWR, fans.  Jaiden Andrews is just a punk.  And that ought to put a few more fans on Johnny Malibu's side now.

[Malibu grimaces, a red welt forming on his cheek from the impact of the blow... and then moves out towards a smirking Andrews.]

JD:  Back to the tieup... Johnny Malibu really trying to keep his temper under control.  Most guys would have lunged at Andrews' throat after that slap but that's exactly what he wants you to do.

[Andrews slips free from the collar and elbow, snaring Malibu in a rear waistlock.]

JD:  Quick gobehind by Jaiden... trying to get a little riding time here... oh my!  Big waistlock takedown to the mat by Jaiden Andrews, maybe wanting to show a little of his own mat skills.

[With Malibu chestfirst on the mat, Andrews breaks the waistlock, spinning across the back of Malibu...

...and again... and again... and again... and again...

...and then finally spins right into a front facelock.  A nice ovation erupts from the crowd.]

JD:  Nice move by Andrews... the takedown anyways.  The rest was just his attempt to get into Malibu's head.  He wants to play some mind games with this 19 year old kid, show him who's boss in there.  Malibu gets his feet under him just as quickly as Andrews did, forcing Jaiden back to his feet... and now back to the ropes...

[Deja vu?]


"SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


[Big pop!]

JD:  Hehehe.  Jaiden Andrews can't believe it!  Look at the rage in his eyes.  He can't believe this young kid just paintbrushed him with authority.  Johnny Malibu slapped the taste out of Andrews mou-

[Enraged, Andrews lunges off the ropes, drilling Malibu with a hard right hand to the side of the face... and another... and another... and another... a series of stiff fists to the skull that puts Malibu against the far ropes.]

JD:  Andrews backs him down... irish whip!  Malibu off the far side... backdr-

[A big burst of applause goes up as Malibu backflips over the doubled-over Jaiden Andrews and lands safely on his feet behind the Anaheim native.]

JD:  And now it's Johnny Malibu showing some ego... spreading his arms wide.

[Malibu smirks at Andrews, snapping off a "Check that shit out!"]

JD:  I don't think Jaiden's impressed... here he com- oh!  He gets caught with a right hand by Malibu...and another... and another... Johnny Malibu backs down Andrews to the ropes this time.  Irish whip!

[Jaiden Andrews hits the far ropes, rebounding back as Malibu tucks the arm, preparing to drive a back elbow into Jaiden's face.]

JD:  Elb- ducked by Jaiden!

[Who promptly jabs his finger into the eye of Johnny Malibu.]

JD:  Eyepoke!  Jaiden goes to the eyes and-

[And spreads his arms wide, smirking as he shouts, "Check _that_ shit out!"  Big pop!]

JD:  Hehehe.  Good stuff.

[Malibu's not amused as he blindly charges towards Jaiden... and gets armdragged down to the mat.]

JD:  Beautiful armdrag by Jaiden Andrews... Malibu right back up, charges again!

[And again he gets dumped to the mat with a deep armdrag.]

JD:  I love that armdrag!  Beautiful!

[Malibu pops up again!]

JD:  Here he comes again!  This kid just won't stay down... and _another_ armdrag to the canvas by Jaiden Andrews!  Andrews with a series of armdrags... but Malibu still gets back up.

[But as he does, Andrews leaps into the air, driving both his feet into the face of Johnny Malibu.]

JD:  Big dropkick... and Malibu bails out to the floor!  

[A nice ovation goes up for Jaiden Andrews who ignores the cheers, continuing to glare at the regrouping Johnny Malibu.]

JD:  Jaiden Andrews showing Malibu that he's not the only one with some speed in there.  I think both of these men are probably quicker than most in the company.

[Malibu walks around the ring, shouting a few things in to referee Stevens who shrugs his shoulders and begins a ten count.]

JD:  Malibu back on the apron... not happy about it at all though.  He's waving the official over... telling him that Andrews pulled his hair.  How do you pull the hair on a dropkick?!

[Stevens seems to be saying the same thing, causing Malibu to become more insistent in his claims... 

...and making Jaiden Andrews pissed off enough to move in on his opponent.]

JD:  Jaiden grabs the hair and- 

"OHHHHH!"

JD:  Thumb to the eye by Johnny Malibu!

[Reaching over the ropes, Malibu grabs Andrews' arm, whipping him across the ring.]

JD:  Irish whip from the apron?!  

[Charging down the length of the apron, Malibu scores with a clothesline, knocking Jaiden down to the canvas near the ropes.]

JD:  Innovative offense by Johnny Malibu... he grabs the ropes...

[And slingshots himself over the top, crashing down across the throat of Andrews with a legdrop.]

JD:  Slingshot legdrop on target!  

ONE!!!









TWO!!!

[A mixed pop erupts as Jaiden fires his shoulder off the canvas.]

JD:  Not enough to keep the Anaheim native down yet.  But he stays on the attack, pulling Jaiden up by the hair... and quickly bodyslamming him back down the mat.  He's going up top!

[The crowd begins to buzz as the Los Angeles youngster starts to scale the ropes.]

JD:  Malibu to the second rope... now steps up top... what's he got in mind here?  He leaps!

[Malibu takes flight, crashing down with all his weight firmly across the sternum of Jaiden Andrews.]

JD:  Big senton splash from the top!  Another cover!

ONE!!!!












TWO!!!!


[The cheers grow slightly louder as Andrews again fires his shoulder off the canvas, breaking the pin attempt.]

JD:  Johnny Malibu went for two quick covers but couldn't keep Andrews down for more than a two count... now he pulls the Anaheim indy star off the mat again.  Whip to the corner...

[But as Andrews approaches the turnbuckles, he leaps into the air, landing on the top rope...

...and leeeeeeeaping backwards with a breathtaking backflip as Johnny Malbiu races underneath him.  Big pop!]

JD:  Goodness!  He leapt nearly across the entire ring!  Here comes Malibu!

[Another big pop as Andrews hits the mat, taking Malibu facefirst into the middle turnbuckle with a drop toehold.]

JD:  Oh my!  Jaiden back to his feet... charging in...

[And connects with a low dropkick that slams into the back of Malibu's head, smashing his face into the buckles.]

JD:  Johnny Malibu just got rocked with a dropkick that caused his face to slam into the middle buckle for the second time in a handful of seconds.  Malibu's in trouble... and he realizes it, rolling out to the floor.

[Malibu's exit from the ring gets the fans immediately on his case, booing the youngster.]

JD:  No one likes a coward... and Johnny Malibu has taken to the floor twice in this match to avoid further assault from Jaiden Andrews.  He's out there now and- 

[Big pop!]

JD:  Jaiden's going up top!  He's not gonna let Malibu escape this time!

[But spotting Jaiden's plan, Malibu simply walks deeper into the crowd, avoiding any attack Andrews could use from the top rope.  A large shower of boos pour down onto Malibu as he points to his head.]

JD:  Jaiden drops back down into the ring... he's obviously a little frustrated by Malibu running out of range.  He's calling Johnny Malibu back into the ring... but Malibu's gonna take his sweet time, I think.

[Johnny sits down in the front row, grabbing a bottled water from a nearby fan who immediately gets in Malibu's face.]

"You ain't shit, man!  You ain't shit!]

[Malibu gets to his feet, screaming back.]

"Sit the fuck down, little man!"

[The exchange continues as the fans cheer both men on, loving these little confrontations with the fans.]

JD:  Come on, Johnny!  Get back in the ring!

[With both men still talking, Malibu hops back up on the apron, still facing the enthusiastic fan.]

JD:  Jaiden moves in behind Malibu...

[And as the Armani Exchange member turns to face him...]

JD:  Eyegouge!  Jaiden returns the favor... and now he buries his knee in the ribs of Malibu.  Johnny's blinded out on the apron, doubled over and-

[Slingshotting over the top rope and over the doubled-up Malibu, Jaiden Andrews hooks him with a sunset flip.]

JD:  SUNSET POWERBO- no!  Malibu holding the ropes for his life!  He's not going with the sunset powerbomb and Andrews is on his feet out on the floor, trying to bring Malibu down!

[Realizing that Malibu has too firm of a grip on the ropes, Andrews breaks his grasp on the Armani Exchange member, spinning around to grab the feet of Malibu...

...and ripping his feet out from under him, bringing Malibu jawfirst down on the ring apron!  Big pop!]

JD:  Nice move by Jaiden Andrews!  He realized he couldn't score with the sunset powerbomb so he went another direction and he's got Malibu reeling in a big way, fans.

[Spinning Malibu around so that his back is against the apron, Andrews winds up.]


"SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"


JD:  Gotta love it.


"SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"


JD:  Two hard chops across the pectorals of Malibu!  He grabs him by the hair... 

[Andrews waves at the fans with his free arm, gesturing for them to get out of the way.]

JD:  He's moving the fans!  He's gonna throw Malibu into those chairs!  Get out of his way, fans!  He's gonna-

[But as he starts to hurl Malibu, he spins... rolling him back into the ring...

...and flashing a big smirk at the fans before giving them the finger.  Huge heel pop!]

JD:  Grrrrrrreat.  Make the fans look like asses.  That'll sell tickets, you jackass.

[The fans get back to their seats as Andrews rolls back into the ring, leaning over to pull Malibu off the canvas.]

JD:  Pulling Johnny back- oh!  Hard shot to the ribs by Johnny Malibu!  That'll shake Andrews off for a second.  

[Malibu quickly pushes himself back up, hooking Andrews... and snapping him over to the canvas with a hard suplex.]

JD:  Lightning fast snap suplex by Johnny Malibu!  And he hangs on, rolling back to his feet with Andrews still locked in the suplex position... another lift...

[But this time, he lunges forward, hanging Andrews out to dry over the top rope strand!  Big mixed pop!]

JD:  That'll definitely turn the tide in this one.  A move like that can break someone's ribs, fans.  Hopefully that didn't happen to Jaiden Andrews but it certainly could have.  Malibu to the ropes... OHHH!

[A _huge_ running kneelift connects right under the chin of Jaiden Andrews causing him to sail high into the air, slamming down to the concrete floor with a thud.]

JD:  There's no padding out there like in most places... that's solid concrete that Jaiden Andrews just slammed down onto.  He's lucky we can't afford guardrails or he might have broken his jaw on it.  Johnny Malibu steps out to the apron... he's going after Jaiden on the floor.  I think we're about see Malibu fly!

[Turning away from the crowd, Malibu leaps to the middle rope, springing backwards...

...and slamming into the rising Jaiden Andrews, causing both men to fall into the first two rows of metal chairs, sending the crowd scattering as steel gets mangled at their feet!]

"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!"


[With the crowd still roaring, Malibu climbs to his feet, pulling Jaiden Andrews out of the scattered steel by the hair and shoving him back into the ring.]

JD:  Johnny Malibu staying focused... not taking the time to showboat or gloat as he steps up on the apron... SLINGSHOT!

[And crashes down across the chest of Jaiden Andrews again.]

JD:  SENTON!  Another cover!

ONE!!!!













TWO!!!!













TH-

[Big pop!]

JD:  Not enough!  Not enough to keep Jaiden Andrews down yet.

[Malibu grimaces as he glares at the official, holding up three fingers.]

JD:  Johnny Malibu arguing with referee Steve Stevens, obviously thinking the count was a little slow... but I don't agree.  That was definitely a two count only.  He's back to his feet, grabbing Andrews by the hair before he can crawl away... pulling him up...

[The crowd pops as Malibu hooks Andrews.]

JD:  EXPLOD- no!  Jaiden with a hard elbow to the ear!

[A series of stiff elbow shots to the ear breaks the hold... and a hard boot to the gut causes the youngster to double over.]

JD:  What the-?!  Andrews hooks him!  A piledriver?!

[Andrews gets Malibu up into piledriver position... then switches his grip so that his right arm is threaded between Malibu's legs.]

JD:  He's going for a cradle piledriver!  If he hits this, it's ov-

[Wriggling his legs, Malibu manages to reverse the lift, dropping back down to his feet where he promptly hoists Andrews into the air for a backdrop...

...but Andrews rolls through it, still holding his grip into a cradle.]

JD:  ONE!!!!























TWO!!!!!!





























THR-

[Massive mixed pop!]


JD:  That was close!  Andrews almost stole one right there!


[Quickly getting to his feet, Andrews leaps up, driving his feet into the left knee of the rising Johnny Malibu.]

JD:  Dropkick on target to the knee!  Malibu down on one knee...

[And the crowd explodes as Andrews gets to his feet, totally sure of what's about to happen.]

JD:  Jaiden charges for the Shini-

[A huge burst of jeers goes up as Malibu dives to the canvas, dropping flat on his chest to avoid the Shining Wizard attempt.]

JD:  Another smart counter by Johnny Malibu.  Not the most sporting moves but definitely intelligent.  Jaiden pulls him up by the hair...oof!  Hard European uppercut to the underside of the chin, knocking Malibu back into the corner... and Jaiden's setting him up top.  I think the denial of the Shining Wizard pissed off Jaiden Andrews.

[With Malibu deposited in a seated position on the top turnbuckle, Andrews begins climbing the ropes as well.]

JD:  Jaiden Andrews is going for it all right here... but Johnny Malibu's not as dazed as he seemed to be.  He's fighting back!

[The Armani Exchange member peppers Andrews' ribcage with a series of hard right hands.  A headbutt seems to stun Jaiden, freezing his ascent up the ropes.]

JD:  Another hard headbutt keeps Jaiden from stepping to the top rope... Malibu with a few more right hands to the side of the face.  Another headbutt!  He's fighting with all he's got to kee-

"OHHHHHH!"


JD:  What a jerk!  He rakes the eyes of Jaiden Andrews to knock him down from the ropes... 

[And quickly snares a front facelock before leaping from the top, spinning through the air...

...and _spiking_ Andrews' skull into the canvas!  Big mixed pop!]

JD:  Swinging DDT on target by Johnny Malibu!  Jaiden Andrews' skull was _driven_ into the mat and he may be in trouble here.  Malibu crawling for a cover... there it is!

ONE!!!!!





























TWO!!!!!!!






























THRE-

[Huge mixed pop!]

JD:  Another kickout!  Now it's Jaiden Andrews who refuses to stay down.  Johnny Malibu thought he had him beaten right there, I think.  He thought that was all it was gonna take.

[Getting to his feet, Malibu again shouts at the referee, screaming for him to count faster as he drags Andrews up to a vertical base.]

JD:  Full nelson!

[Big anticipatory pop!]

JD:  He's going for the dragon suplex!  This is how he pinned El Caliente to win the trios match last month!  If he hits it here, it's over, fans... it's all over. He lift- no!  Blocked by Jaiden!

[The crowd roars as Andrews wraps his leg around Malibu's leg, avoiding the dragon suplex.]

JD:  Malibu can't break the block!  He's trying to get him over but he can't get him up for it.

[Breaking the full nelson, Malibu steps back and opens fire.]


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


[The crowd groans, cringing from the impact of the five brutal forearm shots to the back of the neck...

...then switches grip to a double chickenwing.]

JD:  TIGER SUPLEX!!!


"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"


[A big pop goes up as Andrews sails through the air and slams down on the back of his head and neck.]

JD:  Incredible impact on the back of the head and neck... but Malibu's not covering.  He could've made the cover right there but instead he's... what the hell _js_ he doing?

[Malibu pops to his feet, spreading his arms wide as he spins around, soaking up the boos of the fans.]

JD:  No cover... no attempt to cover.  This isn't-

[He spins towards Andrews... then snaps down with a legdrop across the throat.]

JD:  Snap legdrop by Johnny Malibu... but still no cover?  What the hell is this kid thinking?  He's got the chance to put down Jaiden Andrews for a three count... but he's not taking it.  Instead... I don't know what he's thinking, but it looks like he's going up top.

[Stepping out to the apron, Malibu points at the fan he taunted earlier.]

"Who ain't shit now, boy?"

[With a big grin as the crowd boos wildly, Malibu climbs to the bottom rope.]

JD:  He's definitely taking his time... still jawing with that fan in the crowd.  Some kid in a Hawaiian shirt has really gotten under the skin of Johnny Malibu.  Malibu's letting him have it as he gets up to the second rope now.

[The fan starts the crowd chanting... well, some of them anyways.]

"MAL-I-BU BAR-BIE!"
clapclap clapclapclap
"MAL-I-BU BAR-BIE!"
clapclap clapclapclap
"MAL-I-BU BAR-BIE!"
clapclap clapclapclap

[Johnny Malibu glares at the rabid fan as he steps to the top rope... pauses... then leaps into the air, flipping backwards while sailing forwards.]

JD:  SHOOTING STAR!!!

[But Malibu overrotates... intentionally?]

JD:  LEGDR-


"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"


[MASSIVE POP!]

JD:  Johnny Malibu goes for the Shooting Star Legdrop and comes up empty! Jaiden Andrews took advantage of Malibu's slow climb to the top rope!  Jaiden Andrews is crawling across the ring, crawling to the corner... he's trying to get back to his feet to put Malibu away.

[Clutching his tailbone, Malibu pushes himself up to his feet, leaning in the opposite corner from the recovering Jaiden Andrews.]

JD:  Andrews on his feet!  Malibu on his feet!  He charges!

[The Los Angeles native sprints the distance of the ring, leaping into the air...]

JD:  SPLAAAAAS-

[MASSIVE POP!]

JD:  SWEEEEEEEEEEET JEEEEEEEEESUS!!!  HE MISSED AGAIN!!!

[And as he staggers backwards, Andrews pumphandles the arm...

...and _hurls_ Malibu over his head and down to the canvas!]

JD:  WRIST CLUTCH EXPLOOOOOODAAAAAAAH!!!  ANDREWS COVERS!!

ONE!!!!






























TWO!!!!!!






























THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

[DING DING DING]

JD:  Jaiden Andrews scores the big win with a Wrist Clutch Exploder... and he's proving himself to be quite adept to winning in a number of ways.  The Shining Wizard last month, the Wrist Clutch Exploder this month... and Jaiden Andrews is riding a two month winning streak as he looks ahead to Who's The King and the crowning of the Pacific Champion.

[Andrews rolls from the ring, ignoring the fans as he makes his way back up the aisle in a rush.]

JD:  Jaiden's in no mood to brag about his win tonight... and I can only imagine he wants to get back there and watch Crusher Tyler's match later tonight.  Jaiden is itching for a one on one showdown with Crusher and he's hoping this match will put him in line for that.

[A dazed Johnny Malibu gets to his feet, getting a scattering of cheers for his effort as he rolls from the ring.]

JD:  Malibu didn't have quite enough tonight to get past the scorching hot Jaiden Andrews but he has nothing to be ashamed of.  A great effort by both men going into Who's The King.   Todd Michaelson will be hard-pressed to pick just one to compete for the title if he had to choose between these two.

[Malibu exits the arena as Melissa retakes her spot in the ring.]

JD:  Our next match is... well, to be honest, we don't really know what to say about it.  We know it features Bryan Coats unfortunately... but we don't know who his opponent will be.  I wish it would be Ben Waterson but Ben left M-DOJO a couple weeks back to re-enter the world of Mixed Martial Arts.  The best of luck to him in that.  But now... let's go up to Melissa and see if she can shed some light on this one.

[We cut to the ring where Cannon is standing.]

MC:  The following contest is set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit.  

[Melissa pauses, lowering her mic as a young PWR staff member races down the aisle with a card.]

JD:  What is this all about?

[Melissa shakes her head... but the young man insists, shoving it into her hand.  She sighs... and begins.]

MC: Weighing in at two hundred, two pounds, formerly from Worchester, Massachusetts, now residing in your imaginary girlfriend's wet dreams...
Ê
[Heel pop!Ê Melissa just points to the card!]
Ê
MC: ... the "Beverly Hills Bulldozer"...
Ê
BRYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN COAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATS!
Ê
# JUST PULL THE PLUG!! #
Ê
[And with that, Bryan Coats, the "Beverly Hills Bulldozer", walks from the entrance, wearing silver pants that look like they were made from oven mitts, a pair of black kneepads, and black boots.Ê He strides calmly down to the ring, ignoring damn near everybody, merely mouthing that he "ran Ben Waterson out of this place!"]
Ê
# People say that I'm a bad influence #
# I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin' to it #
# They say I'm suicidal, teenager's newest idol #
# C'mon, do as I do #
# Go ahead, get mad and do it! #
Ê
[Coats continues to ignore everything, until a sign catches his eye... a picture of himself, on a cross, weilding a sign that says "HE DIED FOR OUR SINS!".Ê He bows to the teenage boy holding the sign, before sliding into the ring and impolitelyÊslapping Melissa's backside!Ê Boo!Ê He bows to her as well, saying "God bless", when Melissa slaps him!Ê Bryan smiles, though, screaming that he's "turning the other cheek to this harlot!"]

JD:  What a jerk this guy is.  I still can't believe he's got a job here.  After everything he's done... after everything he continues to do.

[Coats leans in the corner, grinning widely at a disgusted Melissa Cannon.]

JD:  I wish I could say that he was in for an ass-kicking tonight but the fact is, we don't even know who he's facing.  Up until about two weeks ago, he was scheduled to face Shadow XL... but XL was forced out of the match by PWR officials.  So, the fact is... it could be absolutely anyone filling this spot against Bryan Coats.

[Melissa retakes the mic.]

MC:  And his opponent...

[And promptly shrugs her shoulders, looking around.]

JD:  Even Melissa Cannon, our ring announcer, apparently has no idea who it is.  This is bizarre, fans.  We have Brian Coats standing in the ring but we still are not sure who his opponent is.  I guess we'll...

[The tumult of the crowd turning towards the entrance way distracts our intrepid commentator, interrupting him.  Through the curtain walks a man dressed in a suit.  His hair is slicked back, glass perched upon his nose and a briefcase in one hand.  He isn't what the crowd is looking at.  They are staring at the man walking beside him in a dark suit of his own.

They are looking at Shadow XL.]

JD:  Is Shadow XL in a suit?!

[He is indeed my friend, following this business man, whomever he may be to the ring.  XL's hair is loose, worn in an afro but his face is well groomed.  He has no real expression, simply makes his way out as Coats paces in annoyed anticipation.]

JD:  Whoever this guy is, he's grabbing a mic.  Folks... I have no idea what is going on here.

[The man clears his throat, motioning for Coats to step back.]

MAN:  Ladies and gentlemen, sorry to interrupt here but we are on official business as requested by the City of Industry Sheriff's Office, the Los Angeles District Attorney and the management of Pro Wrestling Revolution.  Allow me to introduce _myself_.  I am Jonathan H. Smith, lawyer for this man, here...

[He waves a hand towards XL, who stands there, hands crossed in front of him.  No gang signs.  No swearing.  He's just standing there, quietly listening on.]

JS:  For Mr. Matthew Yates... the man who you know under the wrestling moniker Shadow XL.

[XL cracks a smile... one that vanishes as this lawyer turns to him, whispering curtly.]

JS:  I have been appointed as manager for Mr. Yates while he competes in Pro Wrestling Revolution and as well have been appointed full mediator in all manners conducted involving him in this company.

[One fan yells something about shutting up... another more vulgar.  Smith simply smiles, nodding and ignoring it.]

JS:  Due to assault charges pending against my client, he is under the most strict of supervision lest he been given jail time until either bail is met or the matters in court are settled.  With both taking possibly months and with Mr. Yates having a son of his own to support, the court, with the recommendation of the Los Angeles District Attorney's office and myself, decided upon this specific course of action.

[He puts down his suitcase, opening it even as fans jeer him.]

JD:  This is certainly... weird.  Shadow XL is an inner city kid.  One with lots of potential, but one with a huge chip on his shoulder.  We knew he was in trouble but man... this is out of control.

[Smith finally pulls out a set of stapled papers, brandishing it for all to see.]

JS:  Among the various notes on the court order are several rules pertaining to his actions within the wrestling ring of Pro Wrestling Revolution, none of which I will go over now.  I do know everyone spent well earned money to watch these men compete.  Rest assured, these rules will come to light as the matches progress in young Mr. Yates' career.

[He pauses, only to continue right again, glancing back at XL.]

JS:  I am simply appointed as his caretaker.  Through my supervision and tutoring, we at the Los Angeles District Attorney's Office... at the City of Industry Sheriff's office... his family and even myself simply want to make Mr. Yates a better person.  To use vernacular better suited...

...I am here to take him off the street and into the real world.

[He clears his throat again, a fan again screaming for him to 'get the fuck out of the ring already']

JS:  Now, Mr. Coats, Mr. Yates _will_ be able to compete against you tonight...

[POP!]

...but I will be at ringside for this match and any other he has, making sure the rules are followed and making sure Mr. Yates does not fall back into the hole he dug for himself with these past alleged incidents.

[Smith moves backwards, his eyes never leaving Coats as he whispers into the apparently former XL's ear.  They come to some sort of silent agreement, nodding and shaking hands before Smith steps out of the ring.]

JD:  Looks like we ARE going to have a match after all!

[Shadow... err... Matthew Yates removes his jacket and overshirt but leaves his pants and thicker shoes on, Coats bouncing in his corner, awaiting the match.]

JD:  He's wearing most of a suit... the pants anyhow, a tank top that was underneath the shirt before.  This should ... hell, let's just say it.  This is goddamn weird.  Shado- um, I guess we're supposed to call him Matthew Yates... he's going to compete here with Bryan Coats.

[Coats looks at the oddly attired grappler before him...

...and simply cracks a smile, oblivious to the odd happenings around him.]

JD:  Referee Steve Stevens is out here between these two, holding the two men at bay...

[DING DING DING]

JD:  And here we go!  It's showtime!

[Bryan Coats promptly walks to the center of the ring, extending his hand... to which the crowd responds with derision.]

JD:  Riiiiight.  Like there's a soul in the Frank And Sons Collectible Show who believes that Coats is genuine about this.

[Yates smirks at Coats' offer...

...and then promptly answers it.]


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


JD:  Oof!  Hard kick to the thigh of Coats!

[The egotistical Coats backs away, reaching down to cradle his hamstring.]

JD:  X- err... Matthew Yates immediately asserting himself as one of the hardest hitting competitors in the Dojo.  Bryan Coats is in for a rough night if he thinks he can take Yates lightly.

[Coats strides back out to the middle of the ring, poking a finger into the chest of Yates.]

"Listen to me, you sell out punk!  I'm Bryan Coa-"

[Heard enough?]


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


[Coats yelps in pain, bouncing away from Yates as the Compton native prepares to strike again.]

JD:  Bryan Coats is definitely having the pain brought to him by Matthew Yates so far.  Coats thinks everyone in this company should bow down to him... but Yates isn't about to do that, I don't think.  These fans aren't either for that matter.

[As Coats rubs the pain from his leg, a chant starts up.]

"YOU'RE GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!"

"YOU'RE GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!"

"YOU'RE GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!"

[Coats immediately climbs to the middle rope, glaring at the rowdy fans.]

"I forgive you all!  God bless!"

[An explosion of jeers greets Coats... who promptly backflips through the air, landing on his feet on the canvas with a big grin...

...and spins around to gouge the eyes of Matthew Yates!]

JD:  Coats goes to the eyes!  He couldn't stand toe to toe with Yates with those kicks so he takes the cheap shot... the easy way.

[Turning away from the blinded Yates... and softly backflips, locking his legs around the head of Yates.]

JD:  Whoa!  An interesting way to get into a handstand headscissors... and Coats takes him down the canvas!  Coats quickly to his feet... to the ropes...

[As Yates gets to a kneeling position, Coats connects with a low dropkick to the side of the head that sends Yates sailing back into the turnbuckles.]

JD:  Yates seated in the corner... Coats moving in on him now...


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"


JD:  Big chop by Coats!  He chopped the sitting Matthew Yates in the corner... winds up...



"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"


JD:  Wow!  Another high impact chop in the corner!  What is he doing now?  Bryan Coats leaning in for a closer look, I guess.

[Coats tugs Yates' head back by the hair.]

"You're nothing!  Nothing!"

[And gets a response in a way he didn't plan.]




"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"



JD:  OVERHAND CHOP TO THE CHEST BY YATES!  He was sitting down, chopped the hell out of Coats... and Bryan Coats bails out to the floor.  Who's nothing now, you twerp?!

[An angry Yates pops up to his feet and starts to follow Coats to the floor.]

JD:  Matthew Yates is gonna take it to the streets!  He's gonna show Coats what life's like on the streets of Los Ange- huh?

[The crowd buzzes with confusion as Jonathan H. Smith steps in front of the ropes, holding up both hands to stop Yates' exit from the ring.]

JD:  What's going on here?  I don't understand.

[Smith shakes his head, pointing for Yates to go back into the ring.]

JD:  This must be some of the provisions in that paperwork that lawyer is carrying around with him.  He's telling Matthew Yates to get back in the ring... and I can't believe it, Yates is actually doing it!  Come on, kid!  Be your own man!

[The jeers reserved for Coats suddenly switch to land behind Yates.]

"YOU SOLD OUT!"   "YOU SOLD OUT!"   "YOU SOLD OUT!"

"YOU SOLD OUT!"   "YOU SOLD OUT!"   "YOU SOLD OUT!"

"YOU SOLD OUT!"   "YOU SOLD OUT!"   "YOU SOLD OUT!"

[Yates glares coldly at the crowd, especially the young man wildly waving the pro-Coats sign and leading the anti-Yates chant.]

JD:  Jonathan H. Smith is trying to quiet down the crowd... Yates is following the orders of this stuffed suit and-  well, these fans are speaking the truth, in my opinion.  I'm all for this kid trying to straighten out his life and make a better person of himself... but turning your back on your life to do it is another story.

[Smirking, Coats deadleaps up onto the ring apron... applauding his own move... and looking annoyed that no one follows suit.]

JD:  Neither of these men are gonna win any popularity contests anytime soon, fans... and I think them beating the hell out of one another might be the best thing I've ever seen actually!

[Grabbing the top rope, Coats leaps to the top rope, backflipping through the air...

...and landing on his feet, complete with open arms to ask for applause and cocky smirk on his face.]

JD:  Um.  Are we supposed to be impressed by that?  Come on!  This is a wrestling match, not a gymnastics meet.

[Spinning to face Yates again, Coats extends his left hand for a handshake.]

JD:  A left handed handshake?!  This guy really thinks Yates is stupid!  That's the biggest setup I've ever seen!

[Coats extends his hand a little more enthusiastically now, grinning widely at Yates...

...who promptly slaps the hand away to a decent sized pop.]

JD:  Yates showing some street smarts.  He knows what kind of person Bryan Coats is and he's not biting on that setup.

[Looking stunned at his hand, Coats scratches his head...

...then, with a "God bless!", he re-extends his hand.]

JD:  This is ridiculous.  Can we get a wrestler out here to take Coats' place in this match?

[Yates stares at the hand now, almost as if he's considering it.]

JD:  Are you kidding me?  Why would you even _think_ about shaking that slime's hand?!

[The crowd starts to boo wildly, encouraging Yates to turn him down.  Coats spins around, shushing the crowd with a finger to his lips...

...and then re-extends the hand.]

JD:  This is absolut-

[A huge pop erupts as Yates leaps into the air, snaring Coats arm with his legs and taking him down to the mat.]

JD:  Jujigatame takedown!  He's trying to lock in that cross armbreaker!

[Feeling the attempt to hyperextend his elbow, Coats reaches through with his right hand to grab his left wrist, preventing his arm from being fully extended by the Compton native.]

JD:  Coats is blocking it... a good counter by the Bulldozer.  If he can keep that grip, he'll avoid this armbreaker.  Yates needs to break that grip... he needs to get those hands separated.

[Yates slams his palm into the gripped hands, trying to break Coats' grip on his own wrist.]

JD:  Yates trying to get the arms free so he can hyperextend that elbow but Coats refuses to-

[Big pop as Coats skillfully kips up to his feet...

...but gets yanked back down by the jujigatame!]

JD:  Hehehe.  Coats thinks he's so slick, doesn't he?

[Angry at Yates for spoiling his moment, Coats drapes his foot over the bottom rope, forcing referee Steve Stevens to call for a break.]

JD:  Yates reluctantly breaks the hold... both men scamper to their feet quickly and-


"SLAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


JD:  Sweeeeeet Jesus!  Yates just tried to slap the damn taste out of Coats' mouth!

[Coats glares coldly at Yates... then returns the favor.]

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

[The blistering chop splashes across the chest of Matthew Yates.]

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

[Yates fires back with a knife edge chop closer to the throat.]

JD:  This is getting ugly.


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

[The fans are whipped into a frenzy by the exchange of blood-letting chops, roaring with enthusiasm as the two men glare at one another, unmoving despite the impact of their blows.]

JD:  Whooo!  What a moment!  These two men just _blasted_ one another with chops... and neither man took a step back.  There's blood!  You can see a trickle of blood on the chest of Bryan Coats and he just doesn't give a damn about it!

[Coats winds up again...

...but Yates has other ideas.]


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


JD:  HEADKICK!  HEADKICK BY YATES!!!  Coats is stunned and-

[Ducking his head, Yates quickly hooks Bryan Coats in anticipation of a Northern Lights suplex...

...but Coats drives a pair of knees up into the chest of Yates, breaking his grip.]

JD:  Coats escapes the suplex attempt!  He fought out of the Northern Lights... hooks Yates...

[Tucking his skull under Yates' chin, Coats drops down to the canvas in a seated position.]

JD:  Split-legged jawbreaker!  Yates definitely wasn't expecting that one!  Yates staggering away, clutching the underside of his chin... feeling the pain shooting through his entire head.

[Coats springs to his feet, racing towards the ropes where he leaps to the middle rope...

...springing back...

...and snaring Yates in a rana, taking him down to the canvas!]

JD:  Nice move by Coats... both men quickly back up!  Coats to the ropes... leaps up...

[Bryan Coats hurls his body into the air, snaring Yates' head with his legs again... but this time spinning around...]

JD:  Satellite headscissors!

[Twice...

	...thrice

		...four times

			...five times

				...six times

					...seven times

						...and one more time around before spinning out into a DDT!  Massive pop!]

JD:  INCREDIBLE!  Satellite headscissors into a DDT!  Coats dives atop him for a cover!

ONE!!!













TWO!!!


[A mixed pop erupts as Yates thrusts his shoulder off the canvas.]

JD:  Coats pulls Yates off the mat by the hair... big whip to the corner...

[Coats sprints towards the corner and runs up the chest of Matthew Yates.]

JD:  Tiger wall flip!

[Backflipping across the ring again, Coats drops down to a knee as he hits the mat...

...and gets _creamed_ with a running knee strike to the face by Matthew Yates!]

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

JD:  Goodness!  Yates just _drilled_ Coats with that knee strike... obliterated him with it!  There was no spring up into a Shining Wizard... but it was just as damn effective!

[Coats lies flat on the canvas, staring up at the lights...

...and catches a stiff kick to the ribs by the standing Matthew Yates!]

JD:  Goodness again!  A hard kick to the ribs sends Coats rolling away from Yates... trying to escape any more kicks to the ribs.

[Yates takes another step forward...

...and _drills_ Coats in the ribs again with another kick!]

JD:  Goodne- err... yeah, you got it.

[Coats slides backwards towards the corner, leaning against the buckles, pleading for mercy.]

JD:  Bryan Coats is begging for mercy... but Matthew Yates looks prepared to show none.

[Smirking, Yates places his boot firmly against Coats' face...

...then rakes the boot leather across the flesh of the Bulldozer!  Huge pop!]

JD:  BOOOOOTSCRAPE!

[Coats screams in pain from the flesh-tearing strike... then squeals, begging off again as Yates presses his boot to the face of the Beverly Hills native again...

...and rips the flesh again!]


JD:  Another one!  Matthew Yates is trying to rip the skin off the face of Bryan Coats!

[Referee Steve Stevens wedges himself between Yates and Coats, backing the Compton native across the ring...

...where he suddenly decides not to stay, sprinting across the ring...

...and _driving_ both feet into the face of the seated Bryan Coats!  Massive pop!]

JD:  OHHHHHMY!  What a shot by Yates!  Bryan Coats took it square on the face and rolled right out to the floor.  Coats is in agony, staggering around outside the ring.

[Yates pulls himself to his feet... staring coldly at Coats...]

JD:  Uh oh.  Listen to these fans!  The fans want to see it!  They know what's coming!

[The Compton native sprints across the ring...

...and runs right into his third base coach giving the "stop" sign.  Huge heel pop!]

JD:  Jonathan H. Smith?!  He stopped the dive by Yates!  He doesn't want Matthew Yates outside the ring... he doesn't want him on the floor brawling with Bryan Coats!

[But this time, Yates seems to ignore his lawyer, stepping through the ropes...

...where Smith stops him again, screaming for him to stay where he is.]

JD:  Oh, come on!  This is getting out of hand!  Matthew Yates wants to take this to the floor but-





"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"




JD:  COATS UPPERCUTS THE MIDDLE ROPE INTO YATES' GROIN!

[Coats cackles like a maniac as the fans boo wildly.  Referee Steve Stevens reprimands Coats for the vital part attack, gesturing like crazy as Coats climbs back up on the apron, reaching over the ropes to pull Yates to his feet.]

JD:  A suplex!  Coats is trying to suplex Yates over the ropes to the floor!  He's going to-

[The crowd roars with a mixed pop as Jonathan Smith grabs the ankle of Coats, preventing the suplex attempt...]

JD:  The lawyer saved his client right there!  Coats was going to-


"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


JD:  COATS KICKS SMITH TO THE FLOOR!  Oh my!

[Coats mocks Smith, spitting on the prone attorney before turning back towards his prey...

...and eating a stiff forearm to the cheek!  Big pop!]

JD:  Goodness!  Yates right on target... and again!  Two stiff forearms to the side of the face rattle Bryan Coats' teeth.

[With his opponent dazed, Matthew Yates sprints parallel to the ropes, leaping onto the middle rope and springing back...]




"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"



[The crowd erupts in a deafening pop as Yates scores with a headkick that sends Coats toppling to the concrete floor!]

JD:  What a shot by Yates!  Out of nowhere with the backspring headkick, sending Coats down to the concrete floor.

[Yates looks down at Bryan Coats on the floor...

...and with a grin on his face, spies a barely moving Jonathan H. Smith on the floor as well.]

JD:  Awwww yeah!

[That grin plastered on his face, Yates steps out onto the apron to an explosion of cheers from the PWR crowd.]

JD:  Yates is on the floor!  He's going after Bryan Coats out here on the floor and there's _no one_ that can stop him this time!

[Yanking Coats off the concrete, Yates _snaps_ him over to the floor again with a suplex!  Big sympathy pop!]

JD:  Sharp execution on the snap suplex!  Coats' spine slams into the concrete floor thanks to Matthew Yates... and this crowd is loving it!  Matthew Yates is being himself and _that_ is something this crowd loves.

[Yates regains his feet, glaring at the writhing Coats on the floor.]

JD:  Yates pulls Coats up again, yanks him up by the hair... what the-?!  NO!!

[With that big grin, Yates _hurls_ him into the crowd, scattering fans and knocking steel chairs over onto the floor.  The crowd explodes with cheers for the violence just feet before them.]

JD:  Matthew Yates is going to kick Bryan Coats' ass all over Frank And Sons!  Yates throwing fans aside... be careful!  He's wading through the crowd, trying to get to Coats.

[Bryan Coats uses a couple fans to get himself to his knees...]




"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"



JD:  HEADKICK!!  Another _brutal_ kick to the skull sends Coats back down to the floor, lying in a pile of twisted steel and rabid fans.

[Yates prepares for another headkick, waiting...]

JD:  He's gonna do it again!  He's gonna do-

[With a screaming, rabid Bryan Coats fan behind him, wildly waving his "HE DIED FOR OUR SINS" sign, Matthew Yates' attention is drawn, glaring at the young man who can't be out of his late teens yet.]

JD:  What the hell is going on here?!  This guy is all over Yates!  Come on!  We need some security out here!  Get this guy out of Yates' face!

[The young man draws closer, just inches away from Yates.]

"You goin' down, sucka!  You goin' down!  Ain't no thang!"

[An angry Yates draws back a clenched fist, desperate to knock the kid to the floor.]

"You gonna hit me, boy?!  What would your mama say?  What would your dyin' whore of a mama say?!"

[Yates' eyes fill with fire at the mention of his sick mother and he shoves the young man to the ground.]

JD:  This is out of control!  We need some help out here!  We need to-

[Jonathan H. Smith leaps to his feet, lunging in front of Yates before he can do any further damage to the fallen fan.]

JD:  Matthew Yates snapped!  That kid crossed the line and Yates- OH!

[A huge heel pop goes up as Bryan Coats drills Yates with a forearm from behind, knocking him into the apron.]

JD:  Coats blindsided him... shoving him back into the ring now.  The Bulldozer right back in there with him as well.  He drapes Yates' throat over the middle rope, choking him.  Come on, referee!

[Stevens backs him off, pointing away from Yates.]

JD:  Coats to the far side.... off the ropes...

[Sprinting towards the stunned Yates, Coats leaps feetfirst through the ropes, swinging back...

...and _driving_ both feet into the face of the Compton native!  Huge pop!]

JD:  Sayama Feint Kick!  Right on target!  Coats out on the apron, grabbing the ropes...

[As Yates staggers back, Coats leaps into the air, springing into the sky...]

JD:  SPRINGBOOOOOAR-



"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


[MASSIVE POP!]


JD:  XLERATOR!!!  HE _DRILLED_ COATS IN THE FACE WITH THAT SHOTAY!!!

[Coats lies motionless on the mat, having flipped backwards and flat on his chest from the impact of the palm strike.]


"HO-LY SHIT!"   "HO-LY SHIT!"   "HO-LY SHIT!"



"HO-LY SHIT!"   "HO-LY SHIT!"   "HO-LY SHIT!"



"HO-LY SHIT!"   "HO-LY SHIT!"   "HO-LY SHIT!"


JD:  Coats is down!  Yates... cover!

ONE!!!!






























TWO!!!!






























THRE-

[MASSIVE MIXED POP!]

JD:  KICKOUT!  COATS GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!  I thought he was done after the impact of that palm strike.  The XLerator found a home _square_ on the jaw of Bryan Coats!  

[Matthew Yates pushes himself to his feet, glaring at Steve Stevens...

...then reaches down to pull Bryan Coats off the canvas.]

JD:  He pulls Coats up... he's calling for the Gangbuster!

[Hooking him for a suplex, Yates hoists him up for the suplex into a piledriver...

...but Coats slips out over the top.]

JD:  Coats counters the Gangbuster!  Yates turns and-

[Big heel pop!]

JD:  Eyes!  He goes to the eyes!  Quick whip to the corner... here he comes!

[Coats sprints towards the buckles, running up the chest of Yates again... but this time as he leaps, he hooks Yates' head with his legs.]

JD:  Tiger wall...RANA!!  DOUBLE LEG CRADLE!!!

ONE!!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!!































THRE-

[MASSIVE MIXED POP!]

JD:  It was a tight cradle!  He almost had him but he couldn't quite get it!

[Coats drives a hard knee into the side of Yates' face as the Compton native attempts to get to his feet first.]

JD:  Double underhook... he lifts!

[And drops Yates down across his bent knee!  Big pop!]

JD:  Nice double underhook backbreaker by Bryan Coats... and now the Beverly Hills native is heading for the corner!  He's going up top!  The crowd is roaring... Yates is down and not moving!

[Coats pauses up top... mimicking the sign held by his young fan...

...and leaps into the air with his arms outstretched.]

JD:  SHOOOOTING STARRRRRR!!!






"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"


[MASSIVE MIXED POP!]



JD:  HE MISSED!!  HE MISSED!!  Yates moved out of the way just in the nick of time... and now it's Matthew Yates who is climbing the ropes!  He's on his way up top!  He's gonna fly!

[But as Yates reaches the top rope, the young fan, still clutching his sign, leaps on the apron.]

JD:  What the-?!  Get that kid down from there!  Yates is gonna go after him again!  He needs to-

[Coats, spotting his moment, grabs Steve Stevens' shirt, yanking him towards him.]

JD:  The ref's distracted!  That fan!  He's-




"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"




[DEAFENING SHOCKED POP!]

JD:  THAT FAN!!  HE THREW HIS SIGN AT YATES!!

[The momentary distraction caused Yates to slip, crotching himself up top... and then rolling off to the canvas.]

JD:  No!  Not like this!  Coats crawls over... cover!

ONE!!!!!































TWO!!!!!!!































THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[DING DING DING]

JD:  Bryan Coats scores a win?!  Damn him!  That fan... that stupid fan with his sign.  I can't believe that.  This overzealous fan...

[But we quickly come to find out he's more than just an overzealous fan as the kid slides into the ring, pulling Coats to his feet for a big hug.]

JD:  What the-!?  This kid was in on it with Coats!?  Bryan Coats scores a win but... if that's not the most nefarious way to win it, I don't know what is.  Bryan Coa-

[The crowd grows louder as Matthew Yates pushes himself to his feet...

...and turns to face Bryan Coats.]

JD:  Uh oh!  Yates is on his feet... he knows what happened... he knows!  He's gonna kick the living hell out of Bryan Coats and I, for one, am gonna love every damn second of it!  This is gonna be-

[But as Yates steps towards Coats, the Bulldozer shoves his young accomplice...]




"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"




[A brutal palm strike sends the young man flipping through the air, crashing down to the mat in a heap...

...as Bryan Coats bails from the ring, taking off up the aisle.]

JD:  He left his fan... his friend... whatever the hell this guy is, Bryan Coats threw him like a lamb to the slaughter!  Matthew Yates... Shadow XL... call him whatever you want but this man just may be on the rampage here in Pro Wrestling Revolution!

[Stepping over the unconscious sign-bearer, Yates slides out of the ring, following his lawyer out of the makeshift "arena".]

JD:  Fans, what a crazy night it's been here already at the Frank And Sons Collectible Show... and we're nowhere near done yet.  I picked up that issue of X-Men out front where Wolverine gets the metal ripped out of his body by Magneto... and well, not even _that_ is as cool as the rest of the stuff we're going to see here tonight.  Melissa, it's all yours!

[Cut back to the ring where Melissa Cannon is nudging Coats' fan out of the ring with her boot.  As he drops to the floor in a heap, she cracks a smile and starts the intros.]

MC:  The following contest is set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit.

#YO I'M A JEDI KNIGHT ON THE DARKSIDE#

[And with that, "Baseline" by Quarashi hits the PA, and Tyson Bryson bursts through the curtain and makes his way towards the ring. Bryson plays with the crowd as he approaches the ring, with a mix of trash talk and posing. Following behind him, though walking much slower, is his currently-injured tag team partner Matt James, who sports a neckbrace along with a black sports coat over a white shirt and black tie. Bryson wears black thigh-length wrestling tights with white and pink trim along with black boots, knee pads, and elbow pads. His wrists and fingers are taped.]

JD:  Tyson Bryson making his Pro Wrestling Revolution debut here tonight at When Darkness Falls.  You can see his friend and tag team partner in Debonair, Matt James, at his side.  Bryson used to tag team wrestling but on this night, he's all alone in there with one of the toughest men in our business.

#I GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE KICK#
#THAT BE COMING FROM THE UNDERGROUND SPOT#
#BEATING THE POP UP THE FUCK UP THAT LAYS ALL AROUND#
#NOW GIVE ME SOUND FROM THE OTHER SIDE#
#EVERY NIGHT#
#IT'S GONNA GO ON AND FLOW ON AND ON AND ON AND ON#

[Bryson slides into the ring, poses, and the music cuts.  He leans in the corner, soaking up the mixed reaction from the PWR faithful as he waits for his opponent to hit the aisle.]

JD:  And now all eyes are on the entryway, looking for the PWR debut of the one One Man Wrecking Crew, Tony Cameron.

[The opening chords to "Godzilla" by Fu ManchuÊblast over the PA system as the curtains are batted open, and Tony Cameron walks out. Dressed in blood red wrestling tights, with black boots, kneepads and elbow pads, and a sleeveless leather trenchcoat hanging over it all, Cameron stands at the head of the aisle for a moment, letting any reaction he may garner wash over him. ]

JD:  A huge competitor is Cameron, he'll definitely be looking to put his power game to good use in there with a much smaller competitor.  Tyson Bryson's going to have to be at the best he's ever been to put Cameron down, I believe.

[He rolls his shoulders and cracks his knuckles, then begins to slowly walk down the aisle, coat billowing behind him. The fans stick their hands out, attempting to touch him or pat him on the back, but Cameron remains focused, walking through them all and then hopping onto the ring apron, before ducking in the ring. Cameron shrugs off the trench coat and then throws it over the ropes, ostensibly at a ring attendant. As he loosens up his arms and neck, Tony backs into the corner, paying no attention to the ref or his opponent.]

MC:  Introducing first... from Inglewood, California... standing an even six feet tall and weighing in tonight at 240 pounds...

He is TYYYYYYYYYYYSON BRYYYYYYYYYYYSON!!!

[Decent pop for the former tag team wrestler.]

MC:  And his opponent... he hails from Allentown, Pennsylvania... standing 6'5 and weighing tonight at 280 pounds...

TONY CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMERROOOOOOOON!

[Huge pop for the well-known Cameron as he takes a step out of the corner, turning to face the cheering crowd...

...and opening himself up for an ambush.]

JD:  OHHH!  Bryson going right after the much larger Cameron, driving his shoulder into the back of Tony Cameron's left knee... and that'll take the 280 pounder to the mat.  At 35 years old, you gotta think his knees probably aren't the strongest part of his body either.

[With Cameron down at his feet, Bryson begins stomping and kicking the wounded limb.]

JD:  Bryson trying to get a major early advantage.  If Karate Kid 3 served any purpose at all... besides Daniel-san doing that kata crap... it taught us that if a man can't stand, he can't fight.

[Quickly going for the win, Bryson grabs the foot and goes for a figure four leglock.]

JD:  Figure fo- Cameron kicks him off to the corner!

[The big man pulls himself to his feet using the ropes, moving towards the cornered Bryson.]

JD:  Bryson moves out of the buckles and-

[Cameron _lunges_ at Bryson, driving a forearm into the side of his face, knocking him back into the corner.]

JD:  Goodness!  Big forearm shot right there!  That one shook Bryson to the bone... just like those forearms that Kenta Kitzukawa and City Jack were throwing last month.Ê

[With Bryson in the buckles, Tony Cameron tees off.]

JD:  Oh!  Knee to the ribs... kick to the gut... forearm!  Forearm!  Forearm!

[Bryson recoils from the impact of the shots.]

JD:  Irish whip from the corner... he follows Bryson!  CLOTHESLI- no!  Bryson avoided the clothesline!

[And returns the favor by snapping off a series of kicks to the ribs... then to the legs... then up to the chest.]

JD:  Tyson Bryson's kicking the hell out of Tony Cameron in the corner... and he whips him to the other side.  He charges in!

[But this time, he connects with a spinning leg lariat that catches Cameron across the chest... and allows Bryson to fall safely out on the ring apron.]

JD:  Cameron staggers out of the corner... Bryson's going back up top...

[And takes flight!]

JD:  CROSS BODY!!

[HUGE POP!]

JD:  CAMERON CAUGHT HIM!  CAMERON CAUGHT THE CROSS BODY!!!

[With ease, the 280 pounder lifts Tyson Bryson over his head and gorilla presses him...

...once...


...twice...


...three times...


...four times...


...five times...


...and holds him up there.]

JD:  Good grief!  Look at the power of Tony Cameron!  What a display of-


"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"


JD  HUGE press slam by Tony Cameron!  

[The crowd erupts in applause for the show of strength as Bryson rolls out to the floor.]

JD:  Tyson Bryson out on the floor, talking to Matt James... getting a little guidance perhaps.  These two have wrestled for the same promotion before, Cameron and Bryson, so they're not totally unfamiliar with one another.  But Bryson seems a little caught offguard by Tony Cameron's power.

[With the Debonair members standing close to the apron, Cameron leans through the top and middle ropes, grabbing Bryson by the hair.]


"WHAAAAAAAAAP!"


JD:  Oof!  Hard uppercut snapped into the jaw of Cameron!  Double handful of hair now and-

[And Bryson drops down to his knees, snapping Cameron's throat down onto the middle rope before holding it there.]

JD:  That's a blatant choke!  Get in there, Patrick!

[Patrick Rodriguez eases himself into the fray, warning Bryson about his rule infraction.]

JD:  Bryson breaks the choke, climbing back up on the apron with Cameron still draped over the ropes.  He's arguing with Patrick... I have no clue why.  It was very obvious he was choking Tony Cameron right there.

[Leaping into the air, Bryson brings his leg down across the back of Cameron's neck, slamming his throat down into the middle rope yet again.]

JD:  Another attack to the neck... and anyone who has followed the career of Tony Cameron knows that he has a history of neck trouble.  You can bet Tyson Bryson knows it and he plans on exploiting it.

[Bryson steps back into the ring, pulling Tony Cameron off the canvas.  The big man clutches his throat as he rises, desperately pulling oxygen into his lungs.]

JD:  Cameron's having trouble breathing.  Some hard shots to the throat there... irish whip to the ropes.  Boot to the gut of the rebounding Tony Cameron... Bryson to the ropes...

[And _snaps_ Cameron down to the canvas with a quick spinning neckbreaker!]

JD:  Nicely executed neckbreaker by Bryson... and Tony Cameron immediately clutches his neck again.  The former tag team wrestler is really showing he's a force to  be reckoned with on the singles scene as well.  

[Bryson quickly gets back to his feet... and stomps hard down on the gut of Cameron, forcing him into a sitting position.]

JD:  Bryson to the ropes... off he comes...

[He flies through the air, flipping over the prone Cameron while hooking his head.]

JD:  Rolling neck snap by Tyson Bryson!  Another excellent move to put Tony Cameron back down on the mat.  And all that power does him no good down there.  Cover by Bryson!

ONE!!!















TWO!!!


[Big pop!]


JD:  No way.  Just not enough yet.  Tony Cameron powers out of that one and quickly rolls to his stomach to avoid another cover.  Smart move by the vet- oh!

[Dane's exclamation comes from Tyson Bryson driving a knee down into the back of Cameron's neck.  A series of hard kneedrops to the same area follow, quickly drawing the ire of the crowd.]

JD:  Sounds like Tyson Bryson isn't making any friends here tonight.  Bryson leaves his knee in the back of the neck... oh my!  Pulling up on the hair now!  Look at the pressure that's putting on the neck of Tony Cameron!  Come on, ref!  Break it!

[The crowd boos wildly as Bryson sneers at them, tugging back on the hair for more leverage.  Referee Rodriguez is immediately on the scene, counting for a break.]

JD:  Bryson breaks it at three... but the damage was done.  Tony Cameron's neck is being dissected here by the Debonair member in the City of Industry.  Bryson peels him off the mat... still shouting at Rodriguez.  The refs are taking a verbal pounding so far here tonight.  

[Holding Cameron by the wrist, Bryson muscles him into a one-armed whip...

...right into an outstretched arm!]

JD:  Short-arm clothesline by Bryson!  And he hangs on to the wrist of Cameron, pulling him back off the mat... again!

[And again, Tony Cameron's throat meets Tyson Bryson's arm, causing Cameron to slump to the canvas.]

JD:  Another short-armed clothesline on target... the neck with a growing bullseye on it.  Cameron is stunned... he's easy prey for Bryson at this stage of the match.  And he's getting yanked back to his feet again, a little harder this time for Bryson to get him up.  The danger of doing too much damage to a man Cameron's size is it gets increasingly harder to get him off the canvas.

[Once he manages to get Cameron up, Bryson fires him across the ring and sprints to the opposite ropes himself...]

JD:  Here we go!

[Bryson takes flight, striking Cameron firmly across the collarbone with a leaping lariat!]

JD:  A little off-target there, I think.  Bryson with a nice lariat but it fell a little short of his target.  Tony Cameron's been put through the wringer though... it may not matter where the lariat hit.

[Feeling a little wear and tear from the muscling around of Cameron, Bryson leans in the buckles to get a second wind... waving his arms for Cameron to get back to his feet.]

JD:  Cameron down on the mat, Bryson up in the corner... begging Tony Cameron to get up... pleading for him to get up...

[Patrick Rodriguez backs off, making sure he's not in anyone's path as Cameron struggles to get his arms underneath himself, trying to push up to his feet.]

JD:  Bryson still waiting... getting a breather as Cameron struggles to a knee...

[And Bryson sprints towards him, one thing in mind.]

JD:  SHINING WIZ-



"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"



[MASSIVE POP!]


JD:  SPINEBUSTER!!  ANGRY MAN'S SPINEBUSTER BY THE BIG MAN!!  He collapses onto Bryson!

ONE!!!!














TWO!!!!










THR-

[Big shocked pop!]

JD:  Kickout!  Bryson gets the shoulder up!  And this crowd seems a little surprised by it.  I think the pure power... the obliterating power of the One Man Wrecking Crew was so stunning in its force, everyone in this building thought that might do it.

[Cameron rolls onto his back, shoving three fingers into the air in frustration as Rodriguez vehemately shakes his head, denying Cameron's claim.]

JD:  Tony Cameron thought it was three but Rodriguez says no... he says it was only  a two count.  He's crawling to the corner, using the ropes to pull himself back to his feet.  And now it's Cameron's turn to wait... now he's leaning in the buckles, waving for Tyson Bryson to get off the canvas.  

[The camera cuts to Matt James, screaming for Bryson to stay down... to move... to get out of the way.  But the roaring crowd covers up his pleas as Tyson starts to regain his feet.]

JD:  Bryson back to his fee-

[Cameron charges.]

JD:  SPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEARRRRRRRRRR!!!

[DEAFENING POP!]

JD:  HE SPEARED THE HELL OUT OF TYSON BRYSON!!  TYSON BRYSON IS DOWN!!  HE MAY HAVE BEEN SNAPPED IN HALF!!!

[Again, Cameron just collapses onto Bryson.]

JD:  Another cover!

ONE!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!





























THR-

[HUUUUUUGE shocked pop!]

JD:  Bryson kicked out!  He got out of it!  Tony Cameron can't believe it... these fans are stunned... and fans, I'm a little surprised myself.  With the impact... the sheer crushing contact that Cameron scored with right there, I thought Tyson Bryson was done for.  

[Cameron pushes himself to his knees, sticking three fingers up at Rodriguez again... but again, Patrick pleads his case, much to Tony's dismay.]

JD:  Tony Cameron gets back up, wincing in pain as he does.  He's got banged-up knees, a neck that's been punished in this one... and 35 years winding him.  He reaches down, pulling Tyson off the- ohh!  Hard right hand to the gut of Cameron... standing headscissors!

[The crowd gasps as Bryson attempts to pick Cameron off the mat for a piledriver...

...but explodes as Cameron blocks and stands up, backdropping Bryson to the canvas!]

JD:  Cameron escapes the piledriver attempt!  He backdropped out of it... and now it's Tyson Bryson who may be in some trouble.  Cameron pulls him up by the hair... and he's in the standing headscissors now!  Tony Cameron's got him hooked!

[With incredible power, he hoists Bryson in the air...

...and _plants_ him with a powerbomb to the mat!]



"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"



[MASSIVE POP!]

JD:  POWERBOMB!  WHAT A POWERBOMB!!

[Cameron falls onto Bryson, throwing an arm across him for a cover.]

JD:  ONE!!!!





























TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!






























THRE-

[MASSIVE SHOCKED POP!]

JD:  NO!!  NO!!  HE COULDN'T KEEP BRYSON DOWN!!

[The crowd deflates as Rodriguez runs around the ring, two fingers in the air.  He sticks them in Cameron's face as the big man starts to rise, heading off any complaints.]

JD:  Tony Cameron can't believe it... but he's ignoring the official this time.  He's going for the kill... this big son of a bitch is gonna fly!  Here in Pro Wrestling Revolution, we've got luchadors, we've got suicidal highflyers... and now we've got three hundred pound 35 year olds going to the top rope!

[With each step up the ropes, the crowd gets louder and louder, dying to see what the big man has in mind.]

JD:  Cameron to the second rope...

[Matt James quickly shouts something at Cameron, gaining his attention for a moment.]

JD:  Tony Cameron jawing with Matt James... now steps to the top after a moment.

[A moment that turns out to be all that Tyson Bryson needed.]




"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"



JD:  BRYSON LUNGED INTO THE ROPES!!  CAMERON GOT CROTCHED!!!

[The 35 year old clutches for his groin, feeling the pain of his fall.  He leans forward from the pain...

...and allows a recovering Bryson to pull him fron the ropes into his arms.]

JD:  What the-?!




"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"




JD:  PILEDRIVER!  PILEDRIVER BY BRYSON!!  He pulled Cameron down from the buckles right into a piledriver.  That's gotta be it!  After the punishment Cameron took to the neck in this match, that's gotta be it!

[But as Bryson takes too much time to make a cover, Tony Cameron manages to roll out of the ring to the floor, avoiding a pin attempt.]

JD:  Cameron wisely rolls to the apron!  He knew he was in trouble... he knew this match was over if he didn't get out of the ring.  Tyson Bryson sitting up, leaning against the ropes.  Matt James is shouting instructions, trying to help his partner in any way that he can.

[James leans over, pulling Cameron off the floor...

...which opens things up for Tyson Bryson who sprints across the ring, diving through the top and middle rope with a missile dive into a flip!]

JD:  TOOOOOOOOOOOOPE CON HILOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

[A huge pop for the suicidal dive that levelled all three men on the floor, leaving bodies scattered on the concrete.]

JD:  Bryson hit Cameron, knocking him into James... and all three men are down now.  Incredible dive by Tyson Bryson!  Incredible!  

[Referee Rodriguez leans over the ropes, shouting for Bryson and Cameron to get back to the ring... and then starts a count.]

"ONE!"






"TWO!"





"THREE!"





"FOUR!"







"FIVE!"








"SIX!"



[Tyson Bryson manages to push himself off the floor, waving at Rodriguez to stop the count.]



"SEVEN!"








"EIGHT!"


[Yanking Cameron off the floor, Bryson fires him back into the ring before climbing up onto the apron.]

JD:  Cameron on the mat... and Tyson Bryson's heading up top himself now!

[He pauses up top, looking out at the PWR faithful before hurling himself into the air, tucking his arm...]

JD:  ELLLLLBOW!  On target!

ONE!!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!!






























THRE-

[MASSIVE POP!]

JD:  No!  Kickout by Cameron!  That flying elbow was _right_ across the throat of Tony Cameron but it _still_ wasn't enough to keep the big man down.  What a show of guts by the veteran.  Tyson Bryson's giving him everything he's got but Cameron continues to kick out.

[Frustrated, Bryson pulls Cameron to his feet...

...and right into another standing headscissors.]

JD:  He's got him hooked again!  He lift-

[POP!]

JD:  CAMERON BACKDROPS OUT AGAIN!  Tony Cameron with a big counter to avoid the piledriver!  

[Reaching down, he pulls Bryson up by the hair... and right into suplex position.]

JD:  Suplex on the way?  

[Cameron shouts out, "Cameron's Law!" to a massive pop!]

JD:  He's going for that jackhammer suplex he calls Cameron's Law!  He's going for the kill here!  He lift-

[But Tyson Bryson wriggles free, landing on his feet behind the massive veteran, snaring him in an inverted facelock...

...and _driving_ the base of the neck down with a DDT into his extended knee!]

JD:  Oh my!  What a move that was!  Right back to a vertical base!

[Still holding the inverted facelock, Bryson spins completely around with dazzling speed...

...and _spikes_ Cameron skullfirst into the canvas with a diamond cutter!]

JD:  SWEEEEEEEEEEET JEEEEEEEEEEESUS!

[Bryson throws an arm across the chest of the barely moving Cameron.]

JD:  ONE!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!!






























THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

[DING DING DING]

JD:  Whoa!  That's gotta be considered an upset!  Tyson Bryson just scored what has to be called a major upset with a victory over Tony Cameron!  Cameron walked into PWR with a boatload of hype... but he has fallen just short in his bid to defeat Tyson Bryson here tonight.

[A weary Bryson raises his arm in victory as he rolls out to the floor where his tag team partner keeps him from collapsing to the mat.]

JD:  And you've gotta think even with this being his first PWR match, that may catapult Bryson into position to compete for the Pacific Title next month at Who's The King.

[Bryson and James exit the Frank And Sons Arena with Bryson barely able to stand... James practically dragging him down the aisle.]

JD:  Tony Cameron's gotta be a little disheartened with losing his first match here in PWR... but it's a new start for him.  He's gotta expect a few bumps in the road.  If I was a betting man, I'd bet on Tony Cameron nine times out of ten... but tonight just wasn't his night.

[Rolling from the ring, Cameron ignores the cheering crowd as he makes his way down the aisle and out of the building.]

JD:  A disappointed Tony Cameron, that's for sure.  Fans, we've got two more big matches yet to come here tonight... and I understand we're going to take a quick intermission right now.  Don't go anywhere... we'll be right back!

[We fade to black.... then to a splash shot of the PWR logo.  Complete with voiceover.]

"On March 28th... the Revolution began."

[We see footage of El Caliente flying through the air.]

"On March 29th... everyone was talking about it."

[More footage, this time of Juvenil Infierno.]

"Now... you can see what you missed.

[The sounds of Stone Temple Pilots' cover of "Revolution" starts up as more footage from the debut show flashes by.  Kenta Kitzukawa blasting City Jack with a forearm smash.   Jaiden Andrews connecting with a Shining Wizard on Johnson Blackwell.  Johnny Malibu driving El Caliente into the canvas with a dragon suplex...

...and more.

A lot more.

And when it finishes, the words "ON SALE NOW - VHS & DVD" appear in white lettering on the black screen...

...before fading back up to a shot of the ring where Melissa Cannon is standing.]

JD:  Welcome back, fans!  Let's not waste any time... let's go right back up to Melis-

[Suddenly, "The Lonely Shepherd" by Zamfir kicks in over the PA.  A buzz starts to grow through the crowd as smoke fills the entryway and the peaceful flutes begin to play.]

JD:  Ummm... I wonder what's going on here.

[Jason proves himself to be a terrible actor the smoke in the entrance partially clears, revealing Lori Dane, kneeling in the middle of the smoke.  Her eyes are clenched tight, completely oblivious to her surroundings.  Her visage is one of total calm, peace, and serenity.  The crowd on the other hand, is popping like wild.]

JD:  Oh my god!  IT'S LORI DANE!  THE QUEEN OF EXTREME IS HERE IN PWR!!

[The strings kick in and Lori springs to her feet in a single motion, ready for battle.  She strides defiantly towards the ring, ignoring the fans... ignoring the pressure... focusing only on the moment.  She rolls under the bottom rope, rising to a knee to glare across the ring at...

...Melissa Cannon?!]

JD:  What in the world Is Lori Dane doing here?!  No one told me she was gonna be here!  

[Lori smiles as she extends her hand, grabbing the mic from Melissa.]

LD:  Sooooo... this is Pro Wrestling Revolution, huh?

[HUGE POP!  Lori grins wider.]

LD:  Yeah.

[Lori pauses.]

LD:  I think I could get used to this.

[MASSIVE POP!]

LD:  You see, Todd wanted to come out here and do this big speech... and I told him, "Are you out of your mind?  People are gonna see the boss in more than one segment and think they're watching an old E tape."

["OOHHHHHHHHH!"]

LD:  Love ya, boss.

[Lori winks at the camera.]

LD:  Anyways... it seems I missed out at the grand opening of this little party while I was down the street at the Grand Olympic getting my ass kicked by some of Canada's finest females.

[BIG HEEL POP!]

LD:  Now, now, kids.  It was all good.  I was rusty, they weren't.  What can you say?  I'm glad I did it... but now?  I'm glad I'm _right here_.

[HUGE POP!]

LD:  So... of course... I'd be the new M-DOJO trainer Todd mentioned.

[Another huge pop!]

LD:  And, of course... that means I'm gonna be doing my damndest to get a women's division going around here.

[A slightly less huge pop... fools.]

LD:  Which brings me to...

[Lori looks around the ring...

...and points a finger at Melissa.]

LD:  You.

[The crowd starts to buzz with confusion.]

LD:  You see... Todd wanted _me_ to be the mystery partner tonight to take on Rhodes and his band of merry men... and the girl.

[Lori chuckles.]

LD:  But... I think that it's a damn good time for the M-DOJO's one female competitor to make her debut.

[Melissa shakes her head.]

LD:  Yep.  It's all yours, sweetheart.  If I'm gonna build a women's division, I need someone to work with... and starting tonight, it's gonna be you.  So, I'm gonna walk out of this ring... you're gonna announce who is gonna be in this next match... then you're gonna go in the back and get ready for battle.

Got me?

[Melissa looks unsure... but nods her head.]

LD:  Alrighty.  It's showtime, kids.  Enjoy.

[To one final huge pop, Lori rolls from the ring and makes her way back up the aisle as a shaky-handed Melissa Cannon makes her final announcement of the night.]

MC:  The following contest is set for one fall with a one hour time limit and is a TRIOS MATCH!

[Huge pop!  Ozzy Osbourne's "Fire In The Sky" kicks in to a phenomenal showering of cheers from the PWR faithful.]

JD:  Here comes our tecnico team!

[The curtain parts to reveal PWR trainer Juvenil Infierno, followed closely behind by SouthWest Lucha Libre owner El Corazon Negro and M-DOJO student El Caliente.]

JD:  Listen to the applause for these three competitors.  Infierno leading the way, a former World Junior Heavyweight Champion and one of the most reknowned cruiserweights in all of wrestling.

[Infierno slaps the hands of everyone in sight, making his way down the aisle.  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:  These fans absolutely adore Juvenil Infierno who is easily the most popular competitor in Pro Wrestling Revolution.  You can bet that if he's involved in next month's event to crown the Pacific Heavyweight Champion, the crowd will be solidly behind him to take it home.

[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.  Juvy thenædoes 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:  Infierno defeated El Hijo Del Diablo at our debut event and tonight, he'll be looking to gain even more momentum as we head into Who's The King, our show that will crown our first champion.

[Just a few feet behind, El Caleinte slides into the ring, 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.]

JD:  El Caliente, fresh off a very impressive debut in that trios match last month.  You know he's looking to impress Todd Michaelson here tonight, see if he can get into the title scene as well.

[El Corazon Negro rounds out the team, clapping his former student on the shoulder as the two men join Infierno in the ring.  ECN's clad in black from head to toe while wearing a black mask with a red pentagram stitched across it.]

JD:  This match has gone through several changes before tonight.  It started as a tag team match with Infierno and Caliente taking on El Hijo Del Diablo and Golden Tiger.  PWR officials decided to make it a trios match after the success of last month's trios match by adding El Corazon Negro on one side and Angel Demente on the other.  And then, of course, earlier this week, El Hijo Del Diablo withdrew from this match to a knee injury he suffered in training leaving La Fuerza Canadiense to replace him at the last moment.

[The three luchadors huddle up, plotting strategy as the music drastically changes to "Ticks And Leeches" by Tool.  A burst of jeers come from the fans as they prepare for the rudo team to make their entrance.]

JD:  All eyes on the entryway to see the very unique... and hastily put together... team.

[The curtain parts to reveal Angel Demente leading the way.  A collective buzz is heard from those in the crowd seeing Demente for the first time.  
Sharp red hair, spiked heavy, juts from out his mask.  He is lean, much like a gymnast built like a wild cat.

His mask is open topped and open at the jaw.  White and black, it wraps around his head and ties in the back.  The nose is sharp, jutting outwards, eyes open, skin underneath painted dark.  Horns curve from the forehead, wrapping close along the head and backwards.  The sides of his mask flare outwards past the jawline to a point.  With the mask he tapes his fingers and wrists.  He wears flowing, shiny, black pants tucked into kick pads with black boots under those.]

JD:  Demente certainly won't help any of the kids in our crowd who've been having nightmares.  This guy is creepy looking, that's for sure.

[La Fuerza Canadiense is a husky young man. His eyes are blue and very expressive. He wears red and white wrestling tights, white boots, white tape at his wrists, and his mask is a knitted toque (tight knit winter cap) and ski-mask combination. The toque is white, and the ski-mask is white with a red maple leaf over the face.]

JD:  Canadiense doesn't really fit on this team... he's not much of a rudo, but on this night... he'll be booed by association.  This'll be my first time seeing this competitor in any fashion and I'm definitely looking forward to it.

[Rounding out the team is Golden Tiger who tears through the curtain, a wild look in his eyes that glare through his golden mask that... well, resembles a tiger.  The three rudos pause, glaring at the fans before heading for the ring.]

JD:  Referee Patrick Rodriguez is going to have some trouble keeping this under control I have a feel-

[In a scene reminiscent of the opening moments of last month's trios match, Infierno and ECN drop to all fours as El Caliente sprints across the ring towards them...

...springing off their backs.]

JD:  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHQUEMOOOOOOOOORRRRRTAAAAAAAAL!!!

[The crowd _explodes_ as El Caliente leaps off the backs of his trio partners, sailing over the ringpost with a somersault plancha...

...then gasp in unison as Caliente meets nothing but concrete!]


"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


JD:  Oh dios mio!  What the world have we just seen?!

[With El Caliente howling in pain on the floor, the rudos trio immediately begin stomping him into the floor as the chant starts up...]

"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:  One of the most death defying moves you can imagine being done inside the squared circle.  El Caliente rolled the dice and came up craps!

[Caliente doesn't lift his arms to defend himself as the rudo trio continues to stomp him into the concrete floor.]

JD:  And here comes los tecnicos!  Juvy and ECN hit the floor, immediately rushing to their partners' aid!  

[The crowd erupts as Infierno and El Corazon Negro dive into the fray, flinging rights and lefts at the rudos... who wildly fight back.]

JD:  We've got a brawl out on the floor... whoa!  Whoa!  Whoa!

[PWR security quickly manages to get the five men apart and up onto their respective aprons.  Juvenil Infierno and El Corazon Negro assist El Caliente to the ring, leaving him lying on the floor near their corner.]

JD:  El Caliente went for the big move... and he's put his team at a major disadvantage to start this match.  Infierno and ECN are going three on two with Angel Demente, La Fuerza Canadiense, and Golden Tiger.

[Melissa Cannon quickly bails from the ring, forgoing any announcements as referee Patrick Rodriguez calls for the bell to start the match.]

"DING DING DING"

JD:  Here we go!  We've got Rodriguez trying to give some last moment instructions... trying to regain control of this one in a hurry.  And it looks like... yes, SouthWest Lucha Libre owner/operator El Corazon Negro will be starting the match with his student, Golden Tiger!

[Striding to the center of the ring, the teacher extends his hand to his pupil...

...and is ignored by Golden Tiger, bringing boos from the PWR faithful.]

JD:  Looks like we can't expect any friendship these two may have to get in the way of the spirit of competition.  In a way, you have to admire that.

[The claps for action start to increase as the two men circle one another.]

JD:  The two competitors circling, looking for an opening.  El Corazon Negro began his career alongside Juvenil Infierno in the famed CLLL promotion in Mexico.  He moved on from there to work in several independent promotions before finally finding himself in the late EMWC as a Spanish broadcaster.

[Tiger takes a couple steps out, faking a single leg takedown attempt before dropping back and circling once more.]

JD:  After the E went under, he started up a training school in Northern Mexico and much like Todd Michaelson, created SWLL as a way to get his students some ring time.  Almost ironic that he stands in the ring tonight teaming with one of his students and standing against another.

[Done with the feeling out process, Tiger lunges forward into a collar and elbow tieup with his mentor.]

JD:  Both men jockey for posit- oh!  Quick deep armdrag takedown by El Corazon Negro!  That one sends Golden Tiger sailing across the ring but he wastes no time in getting right back to his feet.  

[Tiger leans back immediately into the ropes though, sidestepping down them as he glares at his teacher.]

JD:  Golden Tiger looks a little surprised... obviously caught off guard by the speed of that armdrag.  Makes you wonder if the veteran luchador hasn't taught all his old tricks to his students.

[The luchador clad in a golden mask eases away from the ropes, extending his hands outwards to offer a knucklelock to his teacher.]

JD:  Maybe a test of strength we're about to see right here... the two men edging towards one another again, making sure they don't make any early mistakes.

[Slowly, the two competitors entwine each others fingers...

...a grip quickly broken as El Corazon Negro leaps straight up into the air, driving his feet into the face of Golden Tiger before falling flat on his back on the canvas!  Pop!]

JD:  Nice dropkick executed by the veteran!  And so far, the flashy young rookie hasn't had a chance to show off anything to this rowdy crowd here at the Frank And Sons Collectible Show.  El Corazon Negro quickly back to his feet, Golden Tiger in the corner... and he gets snapmared out of the buckles by the veteran!  Brought right back up to his feet though...

[And with a big lift, El Corazon Negro hoists up the masked rookie and violently slams him down to the canvas, sending a jolt up the spine of Golden Tiger.]

JD:  Big bodyslam by the SWLL owner... and like a true veteran, he stays on the attack.  He brings Tiger back up again... and snapmares him down to the canvas again!

[Reaching up to the corner, El Corazon Negro slaps the hand of a dazed but enthusiastic El Caliente.  Good sized pop for the young luchador as he quickly scales the ropes.]

JD:  El Caliente, still feeling the effects of that dive, climbing to the top rope nonetheless.

[And as ECN holds Golden Tiger by the mask, El Caliente leaps from the top rope, driving both of his feet down into the back of Tiger's head before dropping down to the canvas.]

JD:  Oh!  Big double stomp to the back of the head of the standing luchador.  El Caliente makes a quick impression on this match... and frankly, I'm surprised he's even standing after that dive.

[But the masked man is standing... despite the fact he's cradling his lower back in agony after every move.]

JD:  El Caliente pulls the stunned Golden TIger off the canvas, scoops him up... and slams him down as well!  

[Immediately, he leaps into the air... and drops his leg down across the throat of his opponent.]

JD:  Big legdrop by El Caliente!  And this can _not_ be how Golden Tiger envisioned his debut going.  Quick cover!

ONE!!!!






TWO!!!!

[Pop!]

JD:  Kickout by Golden Tiger... and the fans are happy to see that.  They're not done with watching these six tremendous competitors in action.

[Quickly getting to his feet, El Caliente applies a front facelock to the dazed rookie, making the tag to the M-DOJO trainer.  Big pop!]

JD:  And in comes Juvenil Infierno!  

[With the ribcage of his opponent exposed, Infierno drives a right kick into the midsection.]

JD:  Hard kick to the ribs by Juvy!  And another!  And another!

[Even with El Caliente pulling out to the apron, Infierno continues to drive kick after kick into the ribs of Golden Tiger, causing him to stagger out to the middle of the ring...

...where a leaping back heel kick puts him down on the mat!  Big pop!]

JD:  Nice leaping heel kick by Infierno!  Juvy is definitely the team captain of his squad, his teammates deferring to him when he wanted to tag in.  He's gotta be considered one of the odds-on favorites to walk out of Who's The King as the Pacific Champion.

[Infierno peels Golden Tiger off the canvas, quickly hooking him.]

JD:  Suplex!  No!  Blocked by Tiger!

[The two men struggle for a bit, each trying to get the advantage and nail the suplex...

...but Golden Tiger drives a pair of right hands into the ribs, breaking the hold.]

JD:  Oh!  He scores with a big double axehandle to the back of the head... and drags Infierno to his corner.

[Still holding Infierno by the mask, Tiger slaps the hand of Angel Demente, bringing in the man who claims to hail from South of Sanity.]

JD:  In comes the nutball... also known as Angel Demente.  This guy just isn't right in the head.  Demente takes Infierno's mask from Tiger, snapmaring Juvy down to the mat...

[And as he does so, Golden Tiger sprints to the ropes, rebounding back and scoring with a hard elbowdrop to the ribcage.]

JD:  Doubleteam by the rudos... make that a triple team!

[With Infierno down, La Fuerza Canadianese hits the ropes and comes back with a somersault senton across the ribcage of the fiery one.]

JD:  And Demente adds an elbowdrop of his own!  Three big shots to the upper body of Juvenil Infierno.

[The three rudos quickly pose over the downed Infierno, causing ECN and El Caliente to attempt an entrance to the ring...

...but they're stopped short by Patrick Rodriguez.]

JD:  Patrick's _desperately_ trying to keep law and order in this one.  But all three men are still in the ring.  Tiger pulls up Infierno, firing him off to the ropes.

[Juvenil rebounds from the ropes, getting picked up in an inverted atomic drop lift... then being whipped down so that the back of his head slams into the canvas.]

JD:  Modified spinebuster by Golden Tiger... come on, Patrick!

[But Rodriguez continues to be busy keeping El Caliente at bay as Tiger, still holding the legs, turns Infierno over into a boston crab.]

JD:  Boston crab applied by- what the-?!

[The crowd roars to life as Angel Demente hooks a camel clutch on Infierno from the other side.]

JD:  A double submission applied behind the referee's back... and what the hell is La Fuerza Candianese doing?!

[As Tiger releases the crab, Fuerza leaves his feet, _driving_ them into the face of Juvenil Infierno with a low dropkick!  Big pop for the innovative triple team!]

JD:  Goodness!  Right on target to the face of Infierno with that dropkick... and the three rudos are really taunting these fans.  These fans love Juvenil Infierno and are hating to witness this right now.

[Patrick Rodriguez finally races over to escort Angel Demente and Golden Tiger from the ring, leaving La Fuerza Candianese with Juvenil Infierno.]

JD:  He's not the legal man, ref!  But I guess with something this hectic to call, that may not matter.  Fuerza pulls Infierno up by the mask... oh!  Hard elbow shot to the back of the head... and another one right to the same spot.  Fuerza's trying to use his power edge to put a hurting on the masked fan favorite.

[Scooping Infierno into the air, Fuerza drives the wind out of him with another hard bodyslam before leaping into the air and _slamming_ the entirety of his weight down across the midsection of Infierno!]

JD:  Whoa!  Big time senton by La Fuerza Canadianese, putting his size advantage over the others to good use here tonight in the City of Industry.  Quick cover by Fuerza!

ONE!!!!


















TWO!!!!




[But the three count never comes as a spunky El Caliente dives onto Fuerza with a double axehandle to break the pin attempt.]

JD:  Only a two count there thanks to El Caliente who bailed out his new teacher there.  And El Caliente pulls up Fuerza!  

[Patrick Rodriguez shrugs his shoulders, giving up as Juvenil Infierno simply rolls to the floor, leaving his student in the ring.]

JD:  Caliente attempting to tie- ohh!  Eyerake by Fuerza!  That's a little bit out of the ordinary for Fuerza from what I understand... he must be trying to fit in with his teammates here tonight.

[Smirking at the stunned Caliente, Fuerza drives a hard headbutt into the top of the skull just before tagging in Golden Tiger.]

JD:  Quick exchanges in the early going here... oh!  Hard right hand to the throat area of El Caliente by Golden Tiger!  That was _right_ on the money!  Caliente falls to the mat, gasping for air a bit.

[Caliente rolls away from the approaching Tiger, trying to avoid any further attack... but he gets pulled back to his feet...

...and knocked right back down with an extended fingers jab to the throat!]

JD:  Oh come on, Patrick!  Those are illegal!

[This time, it's the Tiger who smirks from behind his mask as he slaps the hand of Angel Demente before bodyslamming Caliente down to the mat again.]

JD:  Demente back in... Caliente trying to get up off the mat... oh!  Hard knee to the face of Caliente... and another one to the mask, knocking Caliente back down to the mat.

[But he pushes himself back up... and takes a third knee to the mush for his efforts, knocking him down to the canvas yet again.]

JD:  Caliente pulled up by the mask... hoisted into the air!

[Angel Demente lifts El Caliente into suplex position... holding... holding... holding...]

JD:  Demente making him think about it, letting all that blood rush down to the head.  He spins with it... and _down_ to the mat with a crushing suplex!

[A nice ovation goes up for the powerful suplex by Angel Demente who rolls over into a lateral press.]

JD:  Cover!

ONE!!!









TWO!!!

[Big pop!]

JD:  No way.  El Caliente's back may be killing him but that's not enough to keep him down for a three count.  And Demente tags Fuerza back in.  Very impressive teamwork for the trio who, to the best of my knowledge, has never worked together before.  The biggest man in the match, La Fuerza Canadianese, steps into the ring... and promptly drives a right chop to the throat of El Caliente, knocking him back into the ropes.

[Caliente hangs onto the ropes, holding on for dear life to avoid falling back down to the mat.]

JD:  Fuerza with the arm... irish whip...

[And as Caliente rebounds off the ropes, Fuerza presses him up high into the air, causing him to spin in mid-flight before crashing down to the canvas.  Big pop!]

JD:  Incredible power by La Fuerza!  Walking around the downed Caliente... showing that strength.  Caliente on his rear, sliding away, trying to get away from the big man.

[He pulls himself to his feet, looking to get to his corner... but a hard right forearm to the chops keeps him in place.  Another whip sends El Caliente sailing across the ring.]

JD:  Off the far side... another pres- no!

[El Caliente leaps into the air, landing on the shoulders of La Fuerza Canadianese...

...before spinning around the other way and snapping the Canadian down to the canvas with a hurrcanrana!  Huge pop!]

JD:  Fantastic counter by El Caliente!  But he needs to make a tag here.  He's leaning on the ropes... Fuerza quickly back up...

[Caliente charges his victim, who quickly sidesteps, hurling the luchador towards the ropes.]

JD:  El Caliente off the far side... headscissors... around... and around...

[And a huge pop goes up as he spins out of the satellite headscissors and into an armdrag, pulling Fuerza down to the canvas where he quickly rolls out to the safety of the concrete floor!]

JD:  La Fuerza Canadianese seeking the refuge of the floor but with guys like El Caliente in there, I'm not sure how safe it is out there either.  El Caliente may be gonna fly!

[But after the injury suffered prior to the match, Caliente takes the wiser road, backflipping off the second rope where he was taunting Fuerza and landing on his feet in the ring...

...where Golden Tiger is waiting with a hard boot to the gut.]

JD:  Oof!  Tiger was waiting for him... and anoth- no!  Single leg takedown to the mat by Caliente.  To the ropes he goes... Tiger drops down, Caliente over the top... off the far side...

[Golden Tiger is back on his feet as Caliente approaches.]

JD:  Tilt a whirl... armdrag counter by Caliente!

[And this time it's Tiger flying out to the safety of the floor!  Big pop!]

JD:  Tiger's out!  Fuerza's out!  And in comes Angel Demente!

[Demente races in... and stops short as Caliente reaches back to slap the hand of El Corazon Negro.  The pace slows to a crawl as the two evil luchadors step into the ring.]

JD:  And this should be _very_ interesting.  El Corazon Negro was the "hardcore luchador" when such a thing didn't exist... and now Angel Demente is following in his footsteps.  These two should have a very interesting showdown right here.

[But Demente shows no fear, striding right into the face of El Corazon Negro, winding up...]


"SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


JD:  Whoa!  Hard overhand slap to the chest of the SWLL owner and-


"SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


JD:  ECN returns the favor!

[Demente cringes away, clutching at his chest... but as he turns back towards El Corazon Negro.]


"SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


JD:  Goodness!  You can feel the force of that chop all the way over here.  Well, yeah... I'm only ten feet away but... 

[Recoiling from the impact of the shot, ECN grabs the head of Demente... and _drills_ him with a high impact headbutt that knocks him down to the mat!  Big pop!]

JD:  Goodness!  What a headbutt by El Corazon Negro!  Demente will be feeling that one for a week and he's rolling to the corner to get away from the veteran.

[But El Corazon Negro is right behind him, pulling him to his feet in the buckles where he attempts to fire him across to the opposite corner.]

JD:  Irish whi - reversed by Demente!  

[Angel charges in behind ECN who leaps to the middle buckle...

...and backflips _over_ the rampaging Demente to land on his feet in the center of the ring!  Pop!]

JD:  Demente slams on the brakes... charging...

[And a huge pop explodes as ECN ducks a clothesline, taking Demente down to the canvas with an armbar takedown.]

JD:  Fujiwara out of nowhere by the veteran!  He's got that arm tweaked and- 

[A shower of boos comes down upon Golden Tiger as he slips into the ring and plants a boot in the chest of his teacher to break the hold.]

JD:  Absolutely no rules being followed in this one... well, actually, it's more like traditional lucha libre rules with the lack of tags to get into the ring.  Tiger pulls his mentor off the mat, irish whip...

[But as he drops his head for a backdrop, El Corazon Negro backflips off his student's back to land on his feet behind him...

...only to get drilled with a forearm to the back of the neck by Angel Demente who quickly locks on a loose full nelson.]

JD:  A great counter by the veteran but he finds himself in trouble again!  Tiger to the ropes... leaping forearm!

[Big pop!]

JD:  He missed!  And Demente goes sailing out to the floor!  Tiger off the ropes... forear-

[POP!]

JD:  FUJIWARA!  ANOTHER ARMBAR TAKEDOWN!!

[Juvenil Infierno sprints into the ring this time, holding La Fuerza Canadianese at bay to prevent a break.  But shortly, El Corazon Negro breaks the hold of his own accord, pulling Golden Tiger off the mat.]

JD:  Belly to back!


"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"


JD:  High impact suplex on the back of the head and neck by the veteran luchador!  And a quick tag in to Juvy!

[A huge pop for the fan favorite as he comes in to join his former CLLL comrade in a double irish whip.]

JD:  Golden Tiger fired off to the far side... oooooh!  Big double chop puts him down on the mat!

[Infierno drops down into a sleeperhold on Tiger, bodyscissoring him with the legs.]

JD:  Infierno taking Golden Tiger to the mat?!  We don't usually see this from the high flying luchador bu- oh!  Hard boot to the face by Angel Demente breaks up the submission hold.  It'd be incredibly difficult to get a submission in a match like this.

[Demente quickly pulls Infierno off the mat, driving another boot into the gut... but Infierno retaliates with a right hand to the gut before hitting the ropes behind him.]

JD:  Juvy off the ropes... and a big knockdown on Demente with a shoulder tackle!  Off the ropes to his right now... dropdown by Demente, Juvy goes over him to the other side... 

[As the former Junior Heavyweight Champion rebounds, Demente leapfrogs over him with ease, dropping down to his back...

...and as Infierno hits yet another set of ropes, he front flips over the prone Demente, rolling up to his feet to hit the ropes one final time.]

JD:  Handspring...cartwheel... CROSSBODY!

[HUGE POP!]

JD:  ONE!!!













TWO!!!














[Big mixed pop!]

JD:  Kickout by Demente... and both men peel off to their respective corner.

[A huge pop for the show of athleticism by both competitors which slowly turns into a chant.]

"LU-CHA LI-BRE!"
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"LU-CHA LI-BRE!"
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"LU-CHA LI-BRE!"
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"LU-CHA LI-BRE!"
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JD:  These fans showing their support and respect for the lucha libre style here tonight in Pro Wrestling Revolution... and I can't blame them.  What an incredible show of skill all six competitors have shown us so far here in this one.  Double tag... El Caliente in on one side, Golden Tiger on the other...

[And El Caliente immediately sprints across the ring, connecting with a dropkick square to the chest of Golden Tiger that sends him into the rudos corner.]

JD:  Caliente on the attack, pulling Tiger up... but a quick switch puts El Caliente in the wrong part of town.  Oof!  Knife edge thrust to the throat... and here comes El Corazon Negro!

[But Patrick Rodriguez is right there to keep the veteran luchador at bay, much to the dismay of the PWR faithful.]

JD:  Caliente's in trouble... Demente switches in... and immediately rakes the eyes of Caliente, keeping him in the corner as Golden Tiger steps back out to the apron.  Still switching in and out very quickly on both sides of the ring.  Demente with a handful of mask... and _hurls_ El Caliente through the ropes and out to the floor.  

[Demente slides under the ropes to the floor...

...just as El Caliente rolls back in.  Big pop!]

JD:  Hehehe.  It looks like Angel Demente wants to get a little hardcore out on the concrete floor but El Caliente's having none of it, immediately rolling back into the ring.  After the hard fall on his back earlier tonight, I don't blame him.  Demente back in... and again hurls Caliente out to the floor!

[But just as Demente slides under the ropes again... 

...so does El Caliente.]

JD:  This has gotta be frustrating for Angel Demente, wanting to brawl a little and having no success.  Up on the apron now- oh!  Hard dropkick on the jaw knocks Demente down to the floor!  Caliente to the far side... off he comes... 

[And down into a baseball slide, snagging the head of Angel Demente between his legs... 

...and snapping him down to the concrete floor with a headscissors takedown!  Huge pop!]

JD:  Baseball slide headscissors on the floor!  Beautiful move by El Caliente!

[Not missing a beat, seeing their partners on the floor, El Corazon Negro and La Fuerza Canadianese re-enter the ring to square off.]

JD:  ECN immediately ties up... and quickly Fuerza goes to a side headlock.  El Corazon Negro backs up... and fires off Fuerza to the far side.  Drops down and Fuerza goes over the top.  Back up... backdr-


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


JD:  LOW DROPKICK!  Right to the mask of ECN!  Fuerza was right on target with that one and El Corazon Negro rebounded like he'd been shot in the damn head!

[Getting back to his feet, Fuerza hurls ECN backfirst against the ropes and drills him with a hard forearm to the chest.]

JD:  Another irish whip by Fuerza... clothesli- ducked by ECN!  Off the far side comes the veteran... press up- no!  HURRACANRANA OUT OF NOWHERE BY ECN!   TIGHT CRADLE!!

ONE!!!!!






















TWO!!!!!





















THR-

[Big disappointed pop as Golden Tiger sprints into the ring, driving a boot to the back of El Corazon Negro's skull to break the pin attempt.]

JD:  So close there!  He might have had him if it hadn't been for the save by Golden Tiger.  Tiger quickly pulls up his mentor... suplex!

[But before he can fall back with El Corazon Negro, the veteran reverses the momentum, taking down the masked rookie into a small package.]

JD:  INSIDE CRADLE!

ONE!!!





















TWO!!!


[Pop!]

JD:  Not enough.  Golden Tiger's got too much energy rushing through his young body to be put down by that.  

[The veteran manages to regain his feet first, scoring with a hard chop that knocks Golden Tiger down to all fours.]

JD:  What the-?!  Juvy _and_ El Caliente in there now with El Corazon Negro and-

[A huge pop erupts as the three men pummel Golden Tiger down to the canvas with a barrage of slaps and forearms to the back and shoulders.]

JD:  They're taking it to the young pup here in this one.  Juvy stays in with Golden Tiger... into a half crab!  Oh my!  Look at the torque he's putting on that leg... cranking waaaaay back with it.

[But he actually gets too much leverage on it, allowing Golden Tiger to wriggle free and somehow up to a standing position.]

JD:  Nice counter by the rookie but he's still caught in-


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


JD:  ENZUGIRI!  RIGHT ON THE BACK OF THE SKULL!  Down goes Infierno!  Here comes Caliente... 

[But Tiger sidesteps, _hurling_ the fiesty youngster out to the floor, before turning back to grab a rising Infierno and slam him facefirst into the top turnbuckle.]

JD:  Caliente got cleared out... a little overzealous perhaps.  But Golden Tiger's still got Juvenil Infierno to deal with even though he's in control right now.  Irish whip by the Tiger.  

[Infierno slams spinefirst into the buckles, hanging on to the ropes as Golden Tiger sprints across the ring, leaps into the air...

...and _drills_ Infierno with a forearm shot to the jaw!]

JD:  Big leaping forearm... oof!  High kick to the ear takes Infierno down to the canvas once again!  Where on earth did that kick come from?!  I didn't expect that one.

[On an unspoken command, Golden Tiger exits the ring as Angel Demente and La Fuerza Canadianese step back in.]

JD:  Doubleteam by the rudos... and they drive two boots to the gut of Infierno.  To the ropes they go...


"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"


JD:  LEAPING DOUBLE FACEPLANT BY FUERZA AND DEMENTE!!  Nicely done!  Tiger back in now... a triple team perhaps?

[Reaching down to grab Infierno by the back of his legs, Fuerza and Demente tilt the fan favorite up until he's resting on top of his head.]

JD:  What the world is this?  Golden Tiger to the ropes and-



"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


JD:  LOW DROPKICK TO THE FACE!!!  Goodness!

[infierno crumples to the canvas in a heap as the three rudos flex and pose over his prone body.]

JD:  These fans are tearing into them now... really angry at what they're seeing happen to one of their favorites.

[Ignoring the jeering crowd, Golden Tiger and Angel Demente pull Juvenil infierno to a kneeling position, holding his arms outstretched to his sides.  They each place a boot on his head, holding it in place...

...for a rampaging La Fuerza Canadianese who _drives_ both of his own feet into the face of the masked man.]

JD:  Man.  Juvenil Infierno is really taking the brunt of the double and triple teams from this squad.  He really needs to make a tag here... he's in major, major trouble.  Fuerza stays in with him, hoisting him up for a suplex...

[And waiting... and waiting... and waiting...

...before throwing his own legs out from under him, crashing down to the canvas.]

JD:  Nicely done.  A delayed vertical suplex takes even more wind out of Infierno's sails.

[Grabbing Infierno by the mask, Fuerza yanks him to his feet and delivers another crushing headbutt to the back of the skull as he reaches over and tags Angel Demente back into the ring.]

JD:  Demente in... single leg takedown right away.  And he's-

[The crowd pops as Demente goes for a spinning toehold.]

JD:  You don't see this done too often.  Demente twists that leg once... then reapplies it to increase the pressure... and again... and- oh!  Infierno kicks him off, breaking the hold.

[Infierno quickly gets to his feet, shaking his leg as he does so.]

JD:  The good thing for everyone involved in this one I suppose is that they haven't been in a submission hold long enough to suffer too much damage to one body part.  The offense has kinda been all over the place, just trying to knock enough wind out of an opponent long enough to keep him down.  You see Juvy quick to his feet... an irish whip on Demente...

[The crazed luchador hits the far ropes, rebounding back as Infierno sets for a hiptoss.]

JD:  Juvy trying to get a quick move in so he can make a tag.  Hiptos- no!


"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"


JD:  FLOATOVER DDT OUT OF THE HIPTOSS!!  A BRILLIANT COUNTER BY DEMENTE!!!  He spiked Infierno's skull into the canvas!  But there's no cover made by Demente who quickly brings Golden Tiger back into the ring.

[Tiger pulls Infierno off the mat, drilling him with a forearm shot that knocks him down to the mat and out to the floor...

...which brings El Caliente sprinting back into the ring.]

JD:  Golden Tiger and El Caliente have been tangling it up all night long.  It makes you wonder if there's some history there from their time together in SWLL.  That may be a story for another night as Golden Tiger buries a boot ot the ribs of Caliente, putting him into the ropes... but Tiger pulls him out.  He lifts!

[And pauses...

...before _spiking_ Caliente's skull into the canvas with a sheer drop brainbuster!  Massive mixed pop!]

JD:  OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!  

ONE!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!!































THRE-

[MASSIVE POP!]

JD:  Caliente kicks out!  Just barely in time!  And Tiger wastes no time in bringing Demente back into the ring.

[Demente rips the dazed Caliente off the canvas, firing him into the ropes.]

JD:  Irish whip... whoa!  Big boot... nice and simple... right under the jaw sends Caliente back down to the mat.  Here comes Fuerza... off the ropes...

[And as Fuerza hits the far ropes, Demente hooks the legs of El Caliente, falling back with a catapult...]

JD:  He catapults Caliente into a clothesline!  And that causes him to fall back onto the bent knees of- oh no!

[With Caliente prone across the knees of Angel Demente, Golden Tiger leaps to the top rope, springing off...

...and _driving_ his knee down across the chest of El Caliente!  Massive pop for the impressive teamwork!]

JD:  And these guys have _never_ teamed before?!  You've gotta be kidding me!  Tiger makes a cover, that may be all!

ONE!!!!!!































TWO!!!!!































THRE-

[DEAFENING POP!]

JD:  HE KICKS OUT!  CALIENTE KICKS OUT!  What heart on display by this kid here tonight!  Fuerza's gonna stay in the ring with the kid... pulling him up by the mask.  That mask has just been pulled, tugged all over the place... scoops him up... and _slams_ him down.

[Fuerza points to the sky as he pushes his beefy frame up onto the middle buckle, pauses...

...then _leaps_ into the air, flipping forward as he does.]

JD:  SOMERSAULT SENTON ON CALIENTE!!!  Oh my!  Fuerza's easily the biggest man in this match and he just put a big hurt on El Caliente.  But no cover by the Canadian, dragging El Caliente to his corner... oof!  Another big headbutt to the back of the head... and in comes Angel Demente again.

[Demente stands behind the dazed Caliente, waiting for him to regain his feet...

...then hooks him.]


"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"



JD:  SWEEEEEEEEEET JESUS!!!  That was one step from being a backdrop driver!  El Caliente just got _dumped_ on the back of his head in brutal fashion... and my god, that's gotta be it!

ONE!!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!!






























THR-

[But before the three count falls, El Corazon Negro slides into the ring and buries a boot in Demente's ribs to break the pin attempt.]

JD:  El Caliente's gotta thank his former teacher on that one.  He was done for right there, I think, fans.  ECN pulls up Dement- no!  Golden Tiger with a shot to the kidneys of his teacher!  This kid is plain vicious, fans!  Quick whip by the rookie... backdrop!


"THUUUUUUUUUUD!"


JD:  Nicely done!  Oh!  Hard stomp to the chest by Golden Tiger.  This kid really is kind of a jerk, in my opinion.  Some punk kid who seems to be taking liberties in there with his teacher who he owes everything to.  The veteran's trying to back away and- uh oh... he just backed himself into the wrong corner again.

[Golden Tiger and Angel Demente firmly plant their boots on the throat of El Corazon Negro, choking him violently in the corner as La Fuerza Canadianese looks on.]

JD:  Tiger pulls his mentor from the buckles... oh no.  Somebody stop this right now!  He's telling Fuerza to go up top and he's- no!  Dammit, no!

[Golden Tiger hoists his mentor into the air, waiting for Fuerza to lean over from his perch on the top rope and grab the legs of El Corazon Negro...

...and then, he drops.]


"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


JD:  SPIKE PILEDRIVER!  MY GOD, A SPIKE PILEDRIVER!!!  If he'd hit that in Mexico, this place would be rioting!  Here in the States, it's almost expected! But fans, that's not a move designed to end a match... that's a move that could end a career!  What the hell is wrong with Golden Tiger?!

[El Corazon Negro manages to roll out to the floor, allowing El Caliente to charge back into the fray where he promptly gets caught with a boot to the ribs by Golden Tiger.]

JD:  Caliente was attempting to get his team back on track but he got caught coming in... and now Golden Tiger is waving both of his partners into the ring.  What are we going to see here?  Double whip by Tiger and Fuerza.

[El Caliente rebounds off the ropes into a double hiptoss...

...but Fuerza and Tiger don't let him fall to the mat, instead holding him high in the air where Angel Demente can hook him...

...and _drive_ him into the canvas with a bone-rattling powerbomb, leaning forward into a double leg cradle!  Massive pop for the teamwork!]

JD:  Incredible move!  Incred- 

ONE!!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!!






























THRE-

[MASSIVE POP!]

JD:  JUVY MAKES THE SAVE!  JUVY MAKES THE SAVE!  This one was gonna be over right there... there was _no_ way El Caliente was kicking out from that!  Tiger drives a boot to the back of Infierno... and now they're pulling the former World Junior Heavyweight Champion to his feet.  They're going for that powerbomb again!

[Another double whip sends Infierno to the ropes.]

JD:  Off the ropes... double hiptoss lift...

[But before the powerbomb can connect, Infierno rakes the eyes of both men holding him up...

...and _snaps_ Demente down to the canvas with a rana, tightly cradling the legs!  Massive pop!]

JD:  RANA COUNTER!  HE'S GOT HIM!!

ONE!!!!






























TWO!!!!!!






























THR-

[Huge mixed pop!]

JD:  Tiger drives a boot to the face to break the pin!  Another near fall right there... and now it's Golden Tiger and Angel Demente who toss Infierno back into the ropes.  What's gonna happen here?  Another double whip to the ropes... double clothesli- ducked by Juvy!

[Infierno spryly leaps to the middle rope, springing back with a breathtaking moonsault!  Massive pop!]

JD:  ASAI MOONSAULT INSIDE THE RING!!  HE TOOK THEM BOTH DOWN!!!

ONE!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!








[Big disappointed pop!]

JD:  Both men kick out!  Juvy just doesn't have enough weight to hold _two_ men down for a three count.  A good effort though off that fantastic moonsault by the M-DOJO trainer.  

[Infierno rises to his feet but gets nailed from behind by a shoulderblock that sends him into the ropes while Golden Tiger sprints to the far side.]

JD:  Cartwheel... HANDSPRING ELBOW BY JUVY!!!  DOWN GOES GOLDEN TIGER... AND OUT TO THE FLOOR!!!

[Quick as a cat, Infierno slides out to the apron, snapping a kick back into the face of Golden Tiger that knocks him close to the fans who quickly clear out, feeling what's about to happen.]

JD:  Infierno on the apron... he leaps! 

[The former Junior Heavyweight Champion jumps up to the middle rope, springing back with an even more gorgeous moonsault.]

JD:  ASAI MOOOOOOONSAULT!!!

[DEAFENING POP!]

JD:  Both men went into the crowd!  What a moonsault by Infierno!  And just like that, El Corazon Negro and Angel Demente are back in the ring.  This action is lightning quick... I can barely call it.  ECN scores with a big clothesline that knocks Demente back into the corner.

[But while the action continues inside the ring, the crowd is still going nuts for the action _outside_ the ring.]

"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:  This crowd is going crazy!  I can barely hear a damn thing over them!  The SWLL owner is putting Angel Demente up on the top turnbuckle... and now he's climbing up there with him!  He steps up onto the top buckle... what on earth-

[The crowd grows louder somehow as El Corazon Negro sets for a top rope rana...

...but a hard right hand to the ribs slows his action, allowing Angel Demente to grip him around the thighs...

...and leap!]



"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"



JD:  INVERTED ATOMIC DROP OFF THE TOP!!!  GIMME A BREAK!!!

[The veteran luchador clutches his groin, rolling to the floor as Golden Tiger steps back into the ring, leaning against the far ropes from where El Corazon Negro exits the ring.]

JD:  Uh oh.  I think this is about to get-

[The masked rookie sprints across the ring, leaping to the top rope in a single jump...

...and _springing_ from the ropes, crashing down onto the recovering El Corazon Negro with a plancha!  Deafening 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!"


"REV-OLU-SHUN!"   "REV-OLU-SHUN!"   "REV-OLU-SHUN!"


JD:  This crowd has lost it!  The fans in the City of Industry are witnessing one hell of a match and they know it!  El Caliente's climbing the ropes... we've got bodies everywhere!

[Inside the ring, Angel Demente regains his feet from his super atomic drop counter...

...and eats two feet to the face courtesy of an El Caliente missile dropkick!  Big pop!]

JD:  El Caliente... cover!

ONE!!!!






























TWO!!!!

















[The crowd pops with disappointment as Demente fires his shoulder up off the mat, breaking the three count.]

JD:  El Caliente may need to go for the Spicy Hot Rana.  He may need something big to put away Angel Demente and take this match home for his squad.

[As the other four competitors brawl all over the ringside area, El Caliente snaps Angel Demente down with a suplex.]

JD:  Downed near the corner... Caliente's going for the ropes... middle rope...MOONSAULT!

ONE!!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!!!!






























[The loud clatter of steel chairs being scattered as Golden Tiger whips Juvenil Infierno into a section of seating nearly covers up the referee calling out "TWO!" as Demente fires his shoulder off the mat again.]

JD:  Still not enough!  Still can't keep Angel Demente down for a three count! He's fired up though... he's got this crowd behind him solidly and he pulls Demente up.  Another whi- reversed by Demente!

[Demente buries a boot in the gut of Caliente, sprinting to the ropes afterwards where he bounces back, leaping into the air...]


"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"


JD:  SWINGING DDT!  SWINGING DDT!!!  He spiked him on his damn skull!  And he says it's over... he's calling for the end.

[Demente pulls a dazed Caliente off the mat, wrapping his hand around the luchador's throat...]

JD:  A chokeslam?  Are you kidding me?

[He hoists Caliente into the air, high enough to hook the M-DOJO student by the legs...

...and _plant_ him with a powerbomb!  Massive pop!]

JD:  Oh my god!  Oh my god!  That's gotta be it!

ONE!!!!!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!






























THRE-

[A huge pop rings out as El Corazon Negro slides in, driving a boot to the back of Demente's head to break the pin before the three count can come down.]

JD:  Another close one!  Another extremely close pin attempt in this thrilling matchup!  El Corazon Negro bailed out his former student... Demente rolls out of the ring...

[Just as La Fuerza Canadianese steps in, charging at the veteran luchador.]

JD:  ECN ducks the clothesline... to the ropes himself now and-


"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"


JD:  POWERSLAM!  POWERSLAM BY FUERZA!!

ONE!!!!






























TWO!!!!!






























[BIG POP!]

JD:  No!  No!  No!  ECN  gets the shoulder up!

[Fuerza angrily shouts at Rodriguez, holding up three fingers as he pulls the veteran off the mat and blasts him with a right hand that sends him sprawling back to the corner.]

JD:  Fuerza's got El Corazon Negro in some trouble... big irish whip!  Here he comes!

[But the rampaging Canadian gets two feet in the face instead, staggering him as ECN hops up to the middle rope...

...the leaps towards Fuerza, snaring him in a front facelock, twisting through the air...

...and _spiking_ La Fuerza Canadianese into the canvas!  Massive pop!]

JD:  My god!  What a scintillating DDT by- cover!

ONE!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!






























THR-

[MASSIVE MIXED POP!]

JD:  Kickout!  Fuerza's showing he's got what it takes to hang with the big boys too!  He won't stay down either... and this match is out of control!  We've got no tags... we've got bodies everywhere... and so many near falls, I can't keep track!

[A tired El Corazon Negro pulls Fuerza off the mat, pushing him back into the ropes.]

JD:  Irish whi- reversed by Fuerza!  Off the ropes comes ECN!

[La Fuerza Canadianese attempts to press someone into the air again...

...but this time, he catches them on the way down, _driving_ him into the canvas with a powerbomb!  Massive pop!]

JD:  What a move by Fuerza!  He may have him here!

ONE!!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!































THRE-

[MASSIVE POP!]

JD:  And this time it's ECN who kicks out!  What a show these men are putting on for the PWR fans here tonight!  Fans, what a hell of a night this has been so far and we're nowhere _near_ done!

[Fuerza pulls the veteran off the mat, scooping him up and slamming him down with authority.]

JD:  Another big bodyslam by the Canadian... and he's going up top!  If he hits that cannonball senton off the top, this match is all over.  That's gotta be what he's going for.

[But as he reaches the top rope, Juvenil Infierno manages to get on the apron and pepper him with right hands.]

JD:  There's not much behind those punches but it's keeping Fuerza from diving off the top...

[POP!]

JD:  And it gave ECN enough time to get to his feet!  He's heading for the corner... climbing the buckles now as well...

[The veteran luchador steps to the top rope, raises a lone hand in tribute to the cheering crowd...

...and _snaps_ Fuerza down to the canvas with a top rope rana!  Massive pop!]

JD:  El Corazon Negro comes up _huuuuge_ with that top rope rana... but can he capitalize?  Does he have enough left to make _some_ kind of cover right here right now?!  

[Proving that he doesn't, the veteran rolls to the floor to try and recover, leaving La Fuerza Canadianese alone in the ring, staggering to his feet...

...and getting snared by El Caliente who leaps from the far buckle, connecting with a swinging rana that snaps Fuerza out to the floor as well!  Big pop!]

JD:  We've got everyone out on the floor except for El Caliente!  He's the only one still left in the ring.

[El Caliente points to the floor, sending the fans into a frenzy.]

JD:  And even he may not be in there for long!  Caliente to the far ropes... here he comes!

[Turning his body into a bullet, Caliente fires through the top and middle rope, striking Fuerza in the chest with a tope dive that knocks him into the crowd!  Massive pop!]

JD:  TOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!!  What speed and impact behind that, sending La Fuerza Canadianese into the crowd!  We've got bodies everywhere...fans and steel chairs scattered...

[All eyes turn back to the ring where Juvenil Infierno has snared a charging Golden Tiger in a rear waistlock... which he quickly reverses.]

JD:  Some matwork in the middle of all this chao- oh!  Hard back kick to the ribs by Juvy to break the waistlock... and a high kick to the ear takes the Tiger off his feet for a second.  Juvy to the ropes... charging back...


"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"


JD:  SNAPS HIM OVER WITH A OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY!

[A big pop goes up for the nice move as Golden Tiger struggles to his feet, looking for a way to finish off Infierno.]

JD:  Golden Tiger out on the apron... Infierno starts to rise...

[And as the M-DOJO trainer reaches his feet, Golden Tiger leaps to the top rope, springing off and tucking his legs up as much as possible...

...then lashing out, extending both legs to their fullest and _cracking_ Infierno in the back of the head with them!  Massive pop!]

JD:  Good lord!  A horrific missile dropkick unleashed by Golden Tiger... and Infierno's in trouble.  He's down on the mat and that dropkick may have knocked him senseless.  He's too close to the ropes... but Tiger's pulling him out to the center of the ring.  Another bodyslam perhaps...

[Tiger holds him in position for the slam...

...then drops down, _spiking_ Infierno's skull into the canvas in sickening fashion!]


"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


JD:  MICHINOKU DRIIIIIIIIIIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






























THRE-

[DEAFENING POP!]

JD:  EL CALIENTE WITH THE SAVE!!!  HE SAVED HIS TEACHER!!!

[A hard forearm shot from Golden Tiger knocks Caliente through the ropes and out to the floor.]

JD:  Tiger clears out El Caliente... and he's going up top again.  Infierno starting to get back up... in a daze... stunned...

[And as the Golden Tiger leaps from the top...

...Infierno meets him with a dropkick to the jaw on the way down!  Massive pop!]

JD:  GOODNESS!  DOWN GOES GOLDEN TIGER!

[Infierno shakes the cobwebs as he gets to his feet, racing to the ropes as Golden Tiger gets up.]

JD:  Juvy jumps to the second rope... MOONSAULT!!!

[And he cradles both legs tightly as he hits the canvas.]

JD:  ONE!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!!































THRE-

[MASSIVE SHOCKED POP!]

JD:  I don't believe it!  I thought he had Golden Tiger pinned right there... but this kid's tougher than we gave him credit for.  He's fighting with everything he's got to beat this legend of wrestling.  Infierno back to his feet... he grabs the rookie... hoists him up...

[And violently _drives_ him down to the canvas with a thunderous released powerbomb!  Deafening pop!]

JD:  He went right down on the back of his head!  That's gotta be- wait, no cover!  Juvy wants to make sure he finishes him this time... pulling him back up... double chickenwing!

[And _snaps_ him over with a tiger suplex, complete with bridge.]

JD:  ONE!!!!!































TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!































THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

[DING DING DING]

JD:  The tecnicos win!  Alright!  Juvenil Infierno pins Golden Tiger with a bridging Tiger suplex to get the win for his squad and that's gotta put him in firing range of that Pacific Title too, a title I know he'd love to get his hands on.  

[A loud clanging is heard as El Caliente gets hurled into a pile of chairs by Angel Demente.]

JD:  We've still got fighting out on the floor!  This isn't completely under control yet!

[PWR security begins to flow from the back...

...along with a flash of blue hair dashing from the locker room and sliding headfirst into the ring.]

JD:  NOBU?!  What the-?!

[The former Zokugun Sangai member slides in right behind Infierno...

...and slaps a full nelson on the unsuspecting luchador.]

JD:  What the hell is going on here?!  I thought Nobu was on the M-DOJO side of things!  I thought he-

[Suddenly, Nobu hoists Infierno up with a lightning fast dragon suplex that _dumps_ Infierno right on the top of his head!]



"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"



JD:  NOBU WITH AN AVALANCHE STYLE DRAGON SUPLEX!!!  He calls that thing the Snapdragon Suplex and Juvenil Infierno is out _cold_.  He's been completely laid out with a dragon suplex... and Nobu's- what the hell is he doing?!

[Taking advantage of Infierno's lack of defense, Nobu pulls him up by the mask...

...and begins tearing at the eyeholes!]

JD:  NO!  NO!  SOMEBODY STOP HIM!!!

[The vinyl begins to rip and stretch as Nobu attempts to unveil the luchador's unmasked face to the world, the ultimate insult in the world of lucha libre.]

JD:  The mask is the very life to a luchador!  If Nobu gets that off of Juvy, that'll be the biggest disgrace he can ever experience.  We need some help in there!  We need-

[The crowd roars as El Corazon Negro slides into the ring, the veteran connecting with a spinning heel kick that sends Nobu flying, rolling out of the ring to the floor.]

JD:  What the hell was that?!  Takuya Nobu was an honored guest here tonight and this is how he repays us?!  That son of a bitch!  That little punk bitch betrayed our trust in him!  I can't believe this!  

[The camera zooms in on Infierno, trying desperately to keep his face covered as El Corazon Negro leans down, calling for some medical help for the former World Junior Heavyweight Champion.]

JD:  Juvy's hurt... he's disgraced... and it's all thanks to that punk Takuya Nobu!  Fans, we're gonna take another quick break to get things under control here.  We'll be right back!

[We fade to black... and then to a second commercial for the "You Say You Want A Revolution" video tape and DVD... available now at www.pwr.com and Smart Mark Video!  Order yours today!]

******

[We fade up from black to the ring where Jason Dane is standing to do the final ring introductions of the night.  He looks a little uncomfortable but is holding the cards and is ready to get dirtay!]

JD:  The following contest is a ten man ELIMINATION MATCH and is your MAIN EVENT of the evening!

[Huge pop!]

JD:  Introducing first...

Weighing in at a total combined weight of one thousand, fifty-eight
pounds... from Los Angeles, California [hometown pop!], parts unknown, somewhere between Baton Rouge and New Orleans, Jacksonville, North Carolina, and Manchester, England, respectively...

ANGEL SANTIAGO!

BLACK BISON!

BRENT MARVEL!

JAYSON GRAHAM!

"SUPREME BEING" JEREMY RHODES!

Together, they represent... THE RONINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOJOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

["Tank" by Life, Sex & Death, the theme of Ronin Dojo, begins to play over the public address, as Angel Santiago storms out of the entrance first, dressed in a red half-tank with a black sports bra underneath, red pants with a black interlocking "AS" on the side, and black boots.  Following her, in an all-black bodysuit, black boots, and a black mask designed to look like a bison is, obviously, Black Bison.  Brent Marvel walks out next, dressed in a pair of blue and black pants with a modified Flash logo on the left side, so that "BM" is split by a lightning bolt, along with a black T-shirt with a matching logo.  "Supreme Being" Jeremy Rhodes follows, dressed in a pair of knee-length denim cutoffs, black kneepads, and black boots.  We can see the tattoo of his name written in katakana across his shoulders, as well as several of his scars.  Missing, however, is Jayson Graham, until... ]

# FLY TO CAMBODIAAAAAA! #

["Cambodia" by Pulsedriver begins to play, as Jayson Graham walks out, dressed in a pair of pink spandex briefs, black kneepads, and pink boots.  He is also wearing sunglasses and a vest, as he makes his way to center ring, beginning to dance just as the beat kicks up.  Angel Sanitago produces a small mirrored ball and holds it over Graham's head.  Brent Marvel comically tries to keep pace, but quickly stumbles over his own feet and falls to the mat.  Rhodes shakes his head and walks to Graham, shoving him, before demanding that he get serious.]

JD:  And their opponents... at a total combined weight of one thousand one-hundred and seven pounds... hailing from Encino, California... Avery Island, Louisiana... Riverside, California... Osaka, Japan, and Beverly Hills, California respectively... they are...

MELISSA CANNON!

CALISTO DUFRESNE!

CRUSHER TYLER!

KENTA KITZUKAWA!

TODD MICHAELSON!

Together they represent... M...DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOJOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

[A deafening pop goes up for the fivesome from the Dojo as "My Name" by Xzibit blasts over the makeshift PA system, announcing the arrival of the M-DOJO squad.  Jason Dane exits the ring to retake the announce desk as the curtain parts.

Melissa Cannon takes the lead, ready for her pro wrestling debut, clad in a aqua colored sports bra and a pair of black slacks fitting loosely over her legs.  She thrusts a well-toned arm in the air as she heads towards the battlefield.

Calisto Dufresne is the second through the curtain.  Dufresne is clad not in the tearaway three piece suit we saw last show, but he's instead ready for battle... ready to take up arms alongside his Dojo comrades.  He follows Melissa down the aisle... his eyes locked on her backside.  Jerk.

Cannon and Dufresne climb into the ring as Crusher Tyler steps into view, arms spread wide open to invite the jeers of the fans as he flexes his massive muscles.  Tyler slingshots over the ropes into the ring, showing some agility to go with his huge frame.

Kenta Kitzukawa is the next one through, still sporting some bandages from last month's war with City Jack.  He slaps the hands of all the fans lining the entrance way as he makes his way to join his teammates.

The Pro Wrestling Revolution owner and M-DOJO head trainer, Todd Michaelson, is the last one through.  He sports a green and white singlet, slapping hands with all the fans he can reach as he beams a smile of pride at his students getting ready for war.]

JD:  Whew.  Working double duty isn't easy, fans... but I'm back with you right now and we're ready for what should be an epic matchup.  When Dojos Collide!  We see Jeremy Rhodes with some last minute words for advice for his students.  Todd leads the M-DOJO team into the ring... they look ready as well.  This should be a very interesting match in what could boil down to being a showcase of the future of our industry.

[The two teams huddle up in their respective corners for a moment as referee Steve Stevens takes his position for what should be a very difficult match to keep control of.  Stevens gives both sides a few instructions then walks to center ring, awaiting the first set of warriors.]

JD:  It looks like there's some disagreement on both sides of the ring as to who is going to start this match off.  Crusher Tyler just shoved Kenta!  He thinks he should be leading the team and-

[On the other side of the ring, Black Bison is up in the face of Brent Marvel who piefaces him back a few steps.]

JD:  This can't be a good sign for either side.  We're gonna need the leaders of both teams to step forward and-

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE RING!"

[The crowd gasps in a collective shock as those words emerge from the mouth of Melissa Cannon, the ring announcer turned warrior who will be making her debut in moments.]

JD:  Melissa Cannon just asserted herself!  Lori Dane, her teacher, has given her this opportunity and she doesn't want anything to spoil it.  She wants to do her teacher proud here tonight in the Frank And Sons Arena.

[Still a little surprised, the men on the M-DOJO team seem to honor her wishes, stepping out to the apron.  Todd Michaelson cracks a grin at his only female student, slapping her on the shoulder as she turns to face her opposition...

...who also ushers the other men out of the ring.]

JD:  The ladies want to start this one off and it looks like no one is gonna stop them in doing exactly that!  

[DING DING DING]

JD:  And this one is officially underway!  

[With a crazed shriek, Angel Santiago sprints across the ring, driving both her feet solidly into the chest of Melissa Cannon, knocking her back into the M-DOJO corner.]

JD:  Running dropkick by Santiago is on target... and the Los Angeles native immediately goes to work on Melissa.  Driving shoulders into her ribs... over and over and over... 

[Grabbing Melissa's long hair, Angel snapmares her over to the mat using the hair.]


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


JD:  Whoa my!  Brutal kick to the spine by Angel Santiago!  Showing some fire in her actions... now she's pulling Melissa back up by the hair.  The long hair of Melissa Cannon definitely works against her... especially with Angel Santiago yanking her around by it.  Back to her feet though... oof!  Big forearm shot sends her falling back to the neutral corner.  

[With a firm hold on the wrist, Santiago whips Cannon to the opposite neutral corner.]

JD:  Here she comes!  Double knee-

[Santiago hurls her body into the air, both knees aimed at the face of the former ring announcer...

...who dives to the side, causing Santiago to slam her knees into the turnbuckles.]

JD:  Melissa spins her around in the corner... oof!  Hard forearm to the side of the face!

[With Santiago cornered, Melissa throws two more forearms to the side of the head, knocking the Latina down to a seated position on the mat.]

JD:  Melissa takes her down... she grabs the top rope...

[Kipping up into the air, Cannon swings back down _driving_ both of her feet square into the face of Santiago!  Huge pop!]

JD:  Goodness!  An innovative move by Melissa Cannon and as she pulls Angel Santiago off the canvas, she's got the edge.  Irish whip by Melissa now... she follows!

[Sprinting towards the opposite corner, Cannon takes flight with a forearm smash...

...but catches both feet square in the face!]

JD:  Good counter by Santiago... up on the middle rope now...

[Angel leaps from the second rope, attempting to hook Cannon for a swinging DDT... but is unable to get the grip, instead slipping to the mat.]

JD:  Angel wasn't able to get the swinging DDT... what the hell?!

[The crowd buzzes as Rhodes screams at his young student.]

"What the hell is wrong with you?!  You're embarassing me!"

JD:  There doesn't seem to be a need for that, fans.  She's doing her best in there... she's just a little inexperienced.  Maybe Jeremy Rhodes has too high of expectations for this young lady in her second professional match.

[Still stinging for the embarassment of her fall and from her teacher's words, Santiago crawls to a corner.]

JD:  Come on, Angel.  Forget all that.  You came here to show what you've got... now get up and do it.

[Melissa Cannon yanks her off the mat by the hair, returning the favor.]

JD:  Both women up to a vertical base... ohhh!  Another hard forearm by Melissa Cannon puts Angel in the buckles.  And with the power of those forearm strikes, you can tell Melissa Cannon is a Todd Michaelson student, that's for sure.

[The camera cuts to Michaelson who flashes a grin of pride as Melissa uncorks another hard forearm to the jaw of Angel Santiago.]

JD:  Melissa's got her corner... repeatedly driving in that forearm.  Big whip now...

[But this time as Cannon charges behind her, Angel Santiago runs up the buckles to the top rope, springing back...]

JD:  MOONSAULT!  MOONSAULT!!

ONE!!!!












TWO!!!!


[Big pop!]


JD:  Melissa bridges out of the pin attempt!  Beautiful way to escape a pin and- 

[Another decent sized pop rings out... this one for the dropkick executed by Angel Santiago that sends Cannon toppling through the ropes and out to the concrete floor!]

JD:  Melissa sent all the way to the floor now, grabbing her chin... that dropkick did some damage.  And Angel Santiago's going up top!  She's gonna fly to the floor right now!

[And as Melissa Cannon regains her feet out on the floor, that's exactly what Angel Santiago does!]

JD:  SOMERSAULT PLANNNNNNNNCHAAAAAAAAA!!!

[MASSIVE POP!]

JD:  What a suicidal dive by this young lady and that move brings the PWR fans to their feet!  They want to see their hometeam take this one tonight... but they want to see just what the kids at Ronin Dojo have to offer as well!  Angel Santiago put it all on the line right there and that should put a smile on Jeremy Rhodes' face.

[You'd think so, huh?  But as the camera cuts to the "Supreme Being", he just glares with disgust at the action on the floor near him.]

JD:  I don't get that guy at all.  His student just uncorked one hell of a move, really got this crowd going and he still looks like he's gonna kick someone's ass.  Angel pulls Melissa up off the floor... rolling her back into the ring now.

[And as she climbs up on the apron, she leaps up to the top rope...

...where she slips, falling back to the apron.  And the sometimes brutal PWR crowd immediately gets on her case.]

"YOU FUCKED UP!"   "YOU FUCKED UP!"   "YOU FUCKED UP!"

JD:  Melissa got a break there.  Angel slipped on her springboard attempt, stumbling down to the apron.  She's gonna try it again though.  You've gotta give her credit for that.

[As Melissa regains her feet, Angel Santiago leaps into the air, springing off the top rope...

...and is caught out of the air, driven down to the canvas with a sitout spinebuster!  Massive pop!]

JD:  Big counter by Melissa!  She took Angel down... and she may need to make a tag here.  Both of these women have really given it their all in the opening moments of this contest...but both would be best suited to tagging someone else in.

[Cannon uses the ropes to pull herself up.  She casts a glance towards the corner where her team is ready to tag in...

...but instead turns back towards Santiago!  Big pop!]

JD:  Melissa's not done yet!  This is her party and she can go all night long if she wants!

[Grabbing her black elbowpad, she rips it off, throwing it down to the canvas.]

JD:  What's coming up here?  

[Winding up her arm, she races towards the ropes as Angel starts to climb up off the canvas...

...and gets slapped on the shoulder by Calisto Dufresne.]

JD:  Blind tag!

[But Melissa continues to sprint towards her opponent...]


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"

[...connecting with a huuuuuge lariat that sends Angel Santiago toppling head over heels before crashing down to the canvas in a heap!  Deafening pop!]

JD:  LAAAAAAAAARRRRRRIATOOOOOOOOO!!!

[But before Melissa Cannon can make a cover, referee Steve Stevens informs her that Calisto Dufresne has tagged himself into the match.]

JD:  Melissa might have had Angel done for right there... but now Calisto Dufresne's coming into the ring.  Look at the grin he's giving Melissa... she's incensed at this jerk!

[A pissed-off Cannon exits to the apron where Todd Michaelson gives her a few words of support as Dufresne walks around the ring, taunting the Ronin Dojo competitors.]

JD:  Dufresne should try and stay focused in there... he needs to focus on Angel Santiago and her prone position before he tries to get under the skin of any of the rest of his opponents.  

[Brent Marvel looks a second from boiling over and charging the ring but a firm warning from Jeremy Rhodes keeps him in place.]

JD:  What the hell is Dufresne doing?

[He drops down to all fours... sliding over the prone body of Angel Santiago and resting his groin across her face...

...where he promptly starts thrusting his hips.]

JD:  Oh, you son of a bitch!

[Rhodes continues to prevent his students from intervening, despite the cries from the crowd of disgust.]

JD:  Calisto Dufresne is disgracing M-DOJO in there with actions like that... it's just sickening.  Angel Santiago shouldn't have to suffer through an indignity like this... no one should.

[Dufresne gets back to his feet, miming smoking a cigarette as he leans in the neutral corner.]

JD:  This guy is a prick and a half... hell, that might not even be enough to describe him.  Brent Marvel looks like he wants to rip Dufresne's arm off and beat him to death with it.  Sounds like a good plan to me.  I'm not sure even Todd Michaelson would complain either.

[Todd shouts at his student, ordering him to get to work.]

JD:  Dufresne's slowly pulling Angel Santiago off the mat now... oh man.  This guy is twisted.  He's telling everyone he's going to kiss her!  This is too much... absolutely too much for anyone to have to-


"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


JD:  LOW BLOW!!!  ANGEL KICKED HIM LOW!!!

[And quickly hooking him, she _spikes_ him skullfirst into the canvas!  Huge pop!]

JD:  DDT!  SHE SPIKED HIM WITH THE DDT!!  And yeah, a low blow in PWR is ordinarily a DQ... but it looks like Steve Stevens didn't see it!

[The camera focuses on the official who chuckles, pleading that he didn't see the kick to the groin.]

JD:  Attaboy, Steve!  And now it's Angel Santiago crawling towards her corner... she needs to get out of there before Dufresne gets back to his feet because he's going to be _irate_ over what she just did, fans.

[Santiago pulls herself across the canvas as Dufresne pushes himself to his knees, one hand on his balls, the other on the back of his neck.]

JD:  Angel's gotta get to the corner... gotta get to- she's almost there.  Reaching up and-

[And a hard kick to the wrist by Jeremy Rhodes knocks her arm away.  The crowd gasps in shock.]

JD:  What the hell is wrong with this miserable son of a bitch?!  He won't let Angel tag out!  His own students are questioning him now.

[Rhodes replies with a "She'll only learn like this", ignoring his student's cries for help...]

JD:  Dufresne's back to his feet... and he looks furious.  He's going after her!

[Dufresne smirks at the pleading Santiago, who is begging Rhodes to let her tag out...

...and _drives_ both of his feet into the back of the kneeling Angel's skull!  Huge heel pop!]

JD:  Dropkick to the back of Angel's head!  Damn him!

[Pushing up to his knees, a sick smile on his face, Calisto grabs Angel by the hair, pulling her close to his own face.]

"No bitch _ever_ treats me like that!  _Ever_!"

[And then _slams_ the back of her head into the canvas.]

JD:  Oh come on, dammit!  This is ridiculous!  Someone needs to help this young lady in there.  If Jeremy Rhodes won't do it... someone else needs to, dammit!


"SLAAAAAAAP!"


[A huge pop rings out for Black Bison, ignoring his teacher's orders and tagging himself into the ring.]

JD:  Yeah!  

[Bison immediately tears into Dufresne with a series of rights that knocks him into the ropes.]

JD:  Irish whip off the far side...BIG CLOTHESLINE!!!

[Dufresne pops back to his feet, charging at Bison again... and getting drilled with another clothesline that knocks him down to the canvas.]

JD:  Black Bison is coming to the save of his fellow student who has rolled out to the floor, trying to recover.  Bison battering Dufresne back to the corner... crosscorner whip...

[Bison sprints towards Dufresne, determined to put his shoulder _through_ the arrogant punk's ribcage...

...and instead getting a shoulderful of steel ringpost!]

JD:  Dufresne avoided the charge... and he makes the tag to Crusher Tyler!

[As Dufresne steps to the apron, Todd Michaelson has a few words to admonish his student.]

JD:  Crusher Tyler pulls the large cruiserweight out of the corner... look at the size difference between these two men.  Tyler stands 6'8 and weighs 290... Black Bison is 5'11 and 223.  Huuuuge difference.

[Pulling Bison into his arms, Tyler hoists him up into atomic drop position...

...and promptly _hurls_ Bison across the ring, landing spinefirst on the canvas!  Huge pop for the show of power!]

JD:  Goodness!  Incredible strength... incredible power on display by Crusher Tyler!  He just threw Black Bison across the ring like a small child... like he weighed absolutely nothing.  Unbelievable.

[Tyler smirks down at Bison, the much smaller man attempting to crawl towards a neutral corner for a breather.]

"Come to me, little man!"

[A hard boot to the ribs rolls Bison onto his back...

...where Tyler promptly leaps high into the air and brings his elbow crashing down across the masked man's sternum!]

JD:  Big jump by a big man!  Crusher Tyler showing some incredible leaping ability now as well.  He just may be the Ace he claims he is... although I'd say after next month's event, Who's The King, we'll _really_ know who the ace is.  Tyler pulling Bison up by the mask... and shoves him back into the corner.

[The crowd boos wildly as Tyler lifts his mammoth boot and presses it into Bison's throat.]

JD:  Oh come on!  Give me a break!  Referee Steve Stevens is in there warning Crusher Tyler, trying to get him to back off... but Tyler's got a full five count to exploit and you can bet he'll do exactly that.

[At the four count, Tyler peels off... and _drives_ a back elbow into the side of Bison's head.]

JD:  Crusher Tyler is just manhandling Black Bison so far in this one... Tyler dragging him out of the buckles.  Irish whip.

[And as Bison rebounds, Tyler hoists him over his shoulder, preparing to hurl him back down with a spinebuster...

...but Bison wriggles free, going over Tyler's shoulder and taking him down with a sunset flip!  Big pop!]

JD:  ONE!!!















TWO!!!!!
















THR-

[A big mixed pop rings out as Tyler slams his legs together on the skull of Bison to break the pin attempt.]

JD:  That was close!  Black Bison almost scored a big upset there.  Tyler's size alone would have made that a major upset in my opinion.  Tyler back to his feet though... uh oh!

[Reaching down, he wraps both hands around the throat of Black Bison...

...and hoists him up in a double choke!]

JD:  Oh my!  What power on display!  

[Referee Stevens is immediately there again, trying to get a break...

...but Black Bison supplies his own, scoring with a hard knee to the eyesocket that causes Tyler to drop him.]

JD:  Bison gets free... to the ropes...

[And at top speed, the cruiserweight sprints across the ring...

...and _folds_ Tyler in half with a crushing spear tackle!]

JD:  SPEAR!  SPEAR!  SPEAR!

[Both men collapse to the canvas, neither able to take advantage of the other.]

JD:  Both men are down!  Both men need to make a tag after that huge spear tackle.

[Jeremy Rhodes glares with disgust at his student... not even moving to extend his hand as the masked man rolls towards his team's corner.]

JD:  Ronin Dojo is a few feet away... Tyler hasn't even made a move towards the M-DOJO corner.  That arrogant bastard probably thinks he can beat all five Ronin Dojo team members on his own.  

[The massive Crusher Tyler sits up, looking around dazed as he clutches at his ribcage.]

JD:  Todd's telling Tyler to make a tag... but Crusher Tyler's just sitting there, not making a single move towards that side of the ring.  Bison's almost to his corner.  Rhodes isn't going to tag him... Rhodes pulls his hand back!

[But Brent Marvel's a different story!]

JD:  Marvel makes the tag!  In comes Brent Marv-

[Not even looking at Crusher Tyler, Marvel sprints across the ring and _creams_ Todd Michaelson with a forearm shot, knocking the M-DOJO trainer down to the concrete floor!]

JD:  What the-?!  We'd heard that Marvel had some issues with Michaelson stemming from the period of time that P*WIN had sent some guys to compete in the E but I didn't realize it was-

[Grabbing the top rope, Marvel slingshots himself over the top rope, crashing down onto a dazed Michaelson!  Huge mixed pop!]

JD:  Brent Marvel has _snapped_!  He's left Crusher Tyler all alone in there... not even giving a damn about him.  All he cares about it Todd Michaelson and-

[Steve Stevens leans over the ropes, reprimanding both men as Crusher Tyler gets to a knee...

...and as Jaiden Andrews comes flying into the ring from the locker room, sprinting across...]

JD:  WHAT THE-?!

[Springing off the bent knee of Crusher Tyler, Andrews _drives_ a knee into his face, levelling the giant before rolling out of the ring.]

JD:  He just knocked out Crusher Tyler with a Shining Wizard!  Jaiden Andrews came out of nowhere and Crusher Tyler's been knocked the eff out!  He got effed in the a here in the City of industry!  HE GOT SERVED!

[Brent Marvel quickly scampers up onto the ring apron, scaling the ropes...]

JD:  Steve Stevens has _no_ idea what happened!  Jaiden Andrews was in and out like a sailor on shore leave!  Marvel's up top!  Marvel's gonna fly!

[Hurling himself through the air, Brent Marvel comes crashing down across the throat of Crusher Tyler with a legdrop!  Huge mixed pop!]

JD:  He calls that the Jengajam!  That might do it!

ONE!!!!






























TWO!!!!






























THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

[DING DING DING]

JD:  Crusher Tyler's been eliminated!  Jaiden Andrews got himself involved in this match and he just put his own promotion's team at a disadvantage!  That's not gonna win Jaiden any friends in the locker room, that's for damn sure.  Crusher Tyler's been eliminated from this match which puts it down to a five on four!

[An angry Todd Michaelson starts to get back to his feet on the floor but before he can replace Crusher in the ring, Kenta Kitzukawa sprints in, _blasting_ Brent Marvel with a forearm shot that sends him hard into the ropes...

...where he bounces right back out with a clothesline that Kenta easily ducks, hooking a half nelson with one arm and a half waistlock with the other.]

JD:  SUPLEX!!!


"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"


JD:  DEAR GOD!!  HE DROPPED BRENT MARVEL _RIGHT_ ON HIS DAMN SKULL!!!  There's no getting up from that!  No way in hell he's getting up from that!

ONE!!!






























TWO!!!!






























THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

[DING DING DING]

JD:  Whoa!  Just like that and it's tied up at four!  Brent Marvel let his emotions take control of him and Kenta Kitzukawa took advantage of it.  Todd Michaelson's prize student just took down the guy who wanted to eliminate Todd perhaps more than anyone else on the other team.

[Jeremy Rhodes simply shakes his head, shouting, "That's what anger'll get you!  Defeated!" and points for Jayson Graham to enter the ring next.]

JD:  Jayson Graham steps in to replace Marvel... we're down to four competitors on each side.  And I must admit that I'm a little surprised at what members of the teams went down to defeat first.  It wasn't the women... it's wasn't the least experienced.  It was actually two men who many picked to go a long way in this matchup.  

[Graham eases into the ring, slowly moving to the center of the ring where Kenta Kitzukawa is standing.]

JD:  Look at the staredown between these two... perhaps the workhorses for both teams.  These two are gonna do a number on one another, you can believe that.

[The staredown turns into a collar and elbow with both men trying to get an edge and power the other back into the ropes.]

JD:  Kenta with more weight... but Graham is definitely more defined in his physique.  Look at the power of Jayson Graham, pushing Kenta back into the ropes.  The referee's right there to call for a clean break...

[The crowd buzzes, waiting to see what'll happen...]

JD:  ... and he gets it!  Graham backs off cleanly, not even looking to throw a late hit in there.  

[A nice smattering of applause for the sportsmanship is overshadowed by Jeremy Rhodes cries for Graham to "show a spine".]

JD:  Jeez.  This guy is absolutely vicious on his students.  Graham doesn't even look at him, eyes locked on Kenta as he moves back for another tieup and- ohh!  This time Graham slips a forearm in, driving it into the cheek of Kitzukawa.  I'm not sure how many strikes to the face Kenta can take in this one after that absolutely brutal affair he had last month with City Jack.  You gotta believe that he's still suffering some ill effects from that one.

[Another hard forearm to the left side of the face sends Kenta staggering back into the corner.]

JD:  Oh!  Hard knee to the gut... and another... and another!    

[With a doubled over Kenta before him, Graham lashes down with an elbow strike to the back of the skull that knocks Kenta to the canvas.]

JD:  Down goes Kitzukawa... and Graham's just pointing at him, asking Rhodes if that's better.

[The "Supreme Being" smirks at his student, waving for him to continue, as Graham drives a hard kick to the chest of the kneeling Kitzukawa.]

JD:  Goodness!  Graham grabs Kenta by the hair... just driving forearm after forearm into his face now.  Oof!  Headbutt right to the bridge of the nose and down goes Kenta again.  He needs to get out of there before Graham does any more damage to him.

[Seeing her partner in trouble, Melissa Cannon begins clapping her hands, getting the fans behind the Osaka native.]

JD:  These fans are rallying behind Kenta, trying to get him back to his feet.  Kenta's trying to pull himself up with the ropes... and Graham drives another hard right hand into the ribs.   Kenta hanging onto the ropes, trying to stay on his feet...


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"


JD:  Big chop across the chest!  Now he's backing off... sizing up Kenta...

[Charging in, he drives a forearm shot to the jaw of the prize M-DOJO student whose knees buckle, barely able to stay standing.]

JD:  Jayson Graham is really putting a hurting on Kenta Kitzukawa right now... and Todd Michaelson is dying to get in there and help his student.  Todd's slapping the turnbuckle, trying to get Kenta inspired to get over there and make a tag.  Melissa's still clapping her hands... trying to get these fans to help the young Japanese superstar out.  

[Between the hand clapping and the slapping of the turnbuckles, the crowd roars in unison, cheering on the M-DOJO superstar.  An angry Jayson Graham drives another chop across the chest, then grabs the wrist.]

JD:  Irish whip to the neutral corner... here comes Graham!

[But before he connects with the clothesline, Kenta Kitzukawa dives to the side, causing Graham to slam chestfirst into the turnbuckles.  Huge pop!]

JD:  There you go!  There's your chance, kid!  Make the tag!

[Kitzukawa crawls... trying to get to the corner before Jayson Graham can recover.]

JD:  Come on!  Almost there, Kenta!  Almost there!

[He stretches out his hand in the direction of his teacher...

...but comes up short as Jayson Graham grabs him by the foot, tugging him back towards the other side of the ring.]

JD:  Dammit!  So close!  Kenta was almost there and-

[Kenta bounces on one foot, trying to keep his balance...

...then springs into the air.]


"CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!"



JD:  ENZUGIRI!  ENZUGIRI ON TARGET!!

[Jayson Graham collapses to the canvas like a dead man, the crowd roaring as Kenta resumes his crawl...

...lunges...]


"SLAAAAAAAAP!"


[MASSIVE POP!]

JD:  HE MAKES THE TAG!  HERE COMES TODD!

[Michaelson sprints into the ring, immediately nailing a recovering Jayson Graham with a forearm that knocks Graham into the corner.]

JD:  Todd's got him in the buckles!  Forearm!  Another!  A third!

[The crowd goes apeshit as Michaelson unleashes a slew of brutal forearm shots to the side of Graham's face.]

JD:  Michaelson's got Graham reeling!  Jeremy Rhodes just slapped the buckles in disgust!  He can't believe it!

[Ripping Graham out of the corner, he pulls him into a standing headscissors and quickly underhook one arm.  Massive pop!]

JD:  He's going for the Billion Dollar Bomb!  Todd hooks one arm...

[And as he hooks the other, the crowd _explodes_ in a frenzy!]

JD:  HE'S GOT THE OTHER!

[Seeing what's about to happen, Rhodes slaps Black Bison in the back of the head, screaming for him to "get in there".]

JD:  Bison's in!  Todd doesn't see him!

[And just as the PWR Owner prepares to drive Jayson Graham into the canvas with his trademark Tiger Driver...

...Black Bison _drills_ him with a forearm to the back of the head!  Huge heel pop!]

JD:  Double team is on now!  Bison just saved Jayson Graham from what would have been certain elimination in my opinion.  Double irish whip... 

[As Michaelson rebounds, the duo hoists him into the air...

...and drops him facefirst on the canvas!  Big heel pop!]

JD:  FLAPJACK BY THE RONIN DOJO!  Michaelson ate the canvas right there and Jayson Graham is holding Todd by the hair, slapping him in the face!  What the hell is going o- KENTA!

[The M-DOJO rookie sprints into the ring, desperate to help his teacher...

...but is cut off by referee Steve Stevens who manages to push him back out of the ring to the apron.]

JD:  Kenta can't get in!  Bison and Graham are stomping the hell out of Todd Michaelson and not a soul can help him out.  Finally, it looks like Bison's heading back out of the ring... Graham pulling Todd up to his feet...

[He quickly hooks Michaelson for a uranage...

...but instead sweeps the legs with his foot, _slamming_ the back of Todd's skull into the canvas!]

JD:  EGO TRIP!  GRAHAM CALLS THAT THE EGO TRIP!

ONE!!!!































TWO!!!!!































THRE-

[HUGE POP!]

JD:  KENTA BREAKS THE PIN!  He wasn't about to watch his teacher go out like that!  Way to go, Kenta!

[Kenta is reprimanded by the official as he steps back out on the apron, slapping the buckles to cheer his teacher back to his feet.]

JD:  That one saved Todd Michaelson for sure.  With the impact of his head hitting the canvas,  you know that this match was all over for him if he hadn't been bailed out by Kenta.

[Michaelson rolls over onto his stomach, trying to crawl towards his corner as an annoyed Jayson Graham gets back to his feet.  He casts a glance to his corner before pulling Michaelson up by the ponytail.]

JD:  Todd being dragged over to the Ronin Dojo corner... shoved in by Graham.

[Black Bison snakes an arm around the throat of the M-DOJO trainer as Graham drives kick after kick into the midsection.]

JD:  Come on, referee!  Break this up!

[Steve Stevens does his best to wedge himself between Graham and Michaelson but fails miserably as Graham shoves him aside.]

JD:  DQ him if you have to!  Stop this right now!

[Bison lets go, allowing Michaelson to stagger out of the corner.]

JD:  Bearhug... no!


"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"


JD:  OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY!  Impressive strength on display by Jayson Graham and he's moving in for another pin attempt.

[BIG MIXED POP!]

JD:  Calisto just spat in his face!  Where the hell did that come from?!

[An angry Graham charges towards Dufresne who drops off the apron, taunting the muscular Graham.]

JD:  I've gotta think that was a calculated move to buy his boss some time.  Calisto Dufresne certainly wants no part of Jayson Graham... and I don't think anyone can blame him for that.

[Graham glares at Dufresne... then turns back to Michaelson, pulling him up by the hair and into vertical suplex position.]

JD:  Going for a suplex here... he lifts!  And brings Michaelson crashing down, floats over for a cover!

ONE!!!!






























TWO!!!!






























THRE-

[MASSIVE POP!]

JD:  MELISSA!  Melissa broke the pin this time!

[The crowd roars for the former ring announcer who planted a knee in the spine of Graham and scampered back out to the apron.]

JD:  Jayson Graham needs to get Michaelson further towards the Ronin Dojo corner... he can't get a pin this close to the M-DOJO team obviously.  Michaelson's been bailed out three times now... once by each team member.

[Graham pulls Michaelson up by the hair again... this time hurling him towards the ropes.]

JD:  Todd off the far side... 



"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"



JD:  POWERSLAM!!!  POWERSLAM BY GRAHAM!!

[Jayson Graham leans down to make a cover...

...then pauses, a smirk on his face.]

JD:  No cover?  I don't understand.

[Getting to his feet and dragging Michaelson by the foot towards the Ronin Dojo, Graham heads towards his team...

...and tags in a surprised Angel Santiago.]

JD:  He's telling Angel to go up top!   He wants Angel Santiago to pin Todd Michaelson!  And I don't want to sound like a sexist pig... but what an upset _that_ would be!

[Slightly grinning now, Angel Santiago quickly scales the turnbuckles, turning her back on the ring...

...and hurling herself backwards!]

JD:  MOOOOOOOOONSAULLLLLLLLLLLLT!!!






"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"


[MASSIVE POP!]

JD:  SHE MISSED!  SHE MISSED THE MOONSAULT LEGDROP SHE CALLS THE CONCLUSION!!!  Todd Michaelson moved out of the way _just_ in time... and now they both need to make a tag!

[Michaelson gets to his knees and executes a front somersault roll...

...and slaps the hand of Melissa Cannon!  HUGE POP!]

JD:  IN COMES MELISSA!!  FOREARM!!  FOREARM!!  AND A THIRD PUTS ANGEL ON THE 
ROPES!!!

[An irish whip sends Santiago to the opposite ropes as Cannon charges towards her...

...and scores with a back elbow that sends her sailing over the ropes...

...but somehow she lands on the ring apron!]

JD:  Angel's on the apron!  Melissa hooks her by the hair... she's going for a suplex here... no!  Angel catches her with a shoulder to the gut!  Angel... sunset flip!

[Slingshotting over the ropes, Santiago attempts to take Melissa Cannon down to the canvas.]

JD:  Melissa's hanging on!  She's trying to stay on her feet!

[With Cannon fighting it, Angel pulls herself back up onto Melissa's back...

...and _snaps_ her down with lightning speed and impact!]

JD:  OHHHHH SNAP!

ONE!!!!!






























TWO!!!!






























THRE-

[MASSIVE POP!]

JD:  MELISSA GETS A SHOULDER UP!!!  How the hell did she do that?!  After Angel Santiago _drilled_ her with that high speed sunset flip, I thought this one was over for Melissa.

[A frustrated Santiago slams her arms down onto the canvas before pulling Melissa up by the hair... and hooking her for a suplex.]

JD:  Angel hooks her... and she reaches down to hook the leg as well!  She's going for a fishermanbuster!  She calls this the Sunset Buster and if she hits it, I'd say this match is over!  SHE LIFTS!!!

[But somehow Melissa Cannon slips out by flipping over the top, landing on her feet behind Santiago.]

JD:  Santiago turns... boot to the gut!

[Melissa quickly hooks the smaller woman in the same position she was just in, hoisting her into the air...

...and dropping her to the side, _spiking_ her on the back of the head and neck!]



"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"




JD:  QUEEN BEE BOMB!!  WE SAW HER USE IT IN PRACTICE BUT- COVER!!!

ONE!!!!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!!































THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

[DING DING DING]

JD:  ANGEL SANTIAGO IS ELIMINATED!!  She put up a hell of a fight but in the end, the Queen Bee Bomb of Melissa Cann-










"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"









JD:  BISON'S RAMPAGE!!  THE RUNNING SPINEBUSTER!!!

ONE!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!






























THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

[DING DING DING]

JD:  And just like that, Black Bison evens the sides again!  Melissa Cannon was celebrating her win, got up to her feet, and Black Bison was waiting for her!  We're down to a three on three!  M-DOJO has Calisto Dufresne, Kenta Kitzukawa, and Todd Michaelson left.  Ronin Dojo has Black Bison, Jayson Graham, and Jeremy Rhodes... who _still_ hasn't gotten into the damn ring!

[Black Bison gets up, slapping his hands into the mat with a "bring it on" gesture...

...and gets a rampaging Calisto Dufresne...

...who promptly slams on the brakes and jabs a finger in the eye of Black Bison.]

JD:  What a jerk.  I mean... we want to win this match... there's no doubt about that.  But I don't even think Todd Michaelson would want to see someone stoop to those levels to do it.

[With Bison temporarily blinded, Dufresne buries a boot in his gut.]

JD:  Bison doubled over... Dufresne laces his leg over Bison's neck... leaps!

[And _drives_ Bison facefirst into the canvas!  Big pop!]

JD:  Rocker Dropper!  Is that the first wrestling move we've seen out of Dufresne tonight?  He makes a cover!

ONE!!!



















TWO!!!





[The crowd groans as Bison kicks out.]

JD:  Not enough to keep him down yet... but right back to his feet is Calisto Dufresne.  He pulls Bison up... hard chop backs him to the ropes.  And another one.  Irish whip...

[Dufresne leaps into the air, snagging Bison's masked head between his legs...

...and _driving_ his skull into the canvas!  Huge pop!]

JD:  Frankensteiner!  No cradle at all... just pure impact as skull meets canvas.  And he's going for a cov- no!  He's pulling Bison up...

[He hooks a front facelock on Bison...

...then flips a middle finger in the direction of Team Ronin.]

JD:  Classy.

[Dufresne promptly hooks a fisherman suplex on Bison...

...then spins to his right, snapping off a beautiful spinning neckbreaker in the process!]

JD:  Fisherman neckbreaker?!  Nicely done by Dufresne!  And now he's going for a cov- no!  Again there's no cover by the cocky youngster...

[BIG MIXED POP!]

JD:  GRAHAM SPITS IN HIS FACE!  GRAHAM RETURNS THE FAVOR!!!

[Dufresne reaches up, feeling spit on his face... and his eyes glaze over with rage.  He blindly charges the corner...

...and gets a stiff right hand to the ear for his efforts.]

JD:  Oh my!  Graham caught him with a hard one there... and Bison's getting back to his feet behind a stunned Dufresne!  

[Bison hooks the stunned Dufresne from behind...]

JD:  Belly to bac- oh!  Dufresne slipped out sorta... I think Bison lost his grip on him.

[And those cruel PWR fans jump on his case.]

"YOU FUCKED UP!"   "YOU FUCKED UP!"   "YOU FUCKED UP!"

[An angry Bison pulls him up again... and snaps him over with a belly to back suplex.]

JD:  Nicely done there... and it looks like Bison's heading for the corner.  He's gonna tag in-

[Jeremy Rhodes again pulls his hand back, shaking his head as Jayson Graham tags back into the match.]

JD:  Graham back in... three point stance...

[And as Dufresne reaches his feet...

...he gets _crushed_ with a clothesline that sends him sailing over the ropes and down to the floor!]

JD:  Goodness!  Dufresne goes over the top and all the way down to the floor!  What a hard fall out on the concrete... and Graham's going out there after him!  He's pulling Dufresne into a headscissors!  NO!  DAMMIT, NO!

[Todd Michaelson drops down off the apron, charging to stop Graham...

...but Black Bison intercepts him, driving a forearm into the side of his face as Graham hoists up Dufresne...

...and _drives_ him down onto the concrete floor with a sitout Lyger Bomb!  A hush falls over the crowd from the impact.]

JD:  My... oh my god.  What the hell did we just see?  That move... Jayson Graham calls that Babylon Rising... it wasn't quite as hard of an impact on the skull as it usually is... but-

[Michaelson hurls Bison aside, tossing him into the front row of chairs, sending metal seats scattering as Todd races to his student's side.]

JD:  What the hell has Jayson Graham just done?

[Graham rolls back into the ring, getting to his feet.  He spreads his arms wide, spinning in a slow circle.]

"Who's the king now, bitches?"

JD:  I don't understand... what the hell has gotten into Jayson Graham?  He's always been such a sportsman inside the ring.  I've _never_ seen him act like this.  What the hell has Jeremy Rhodes and the Ronin Dojo done to him?

[Michaelson gets to his feet, crossing his arms in an "X".]

JD:  Todd's calling for some help out here... I think Calisto Dufresne's in trouble, fans.  We may need to stop this match.  We may need to-

[Graham looks down at Michaelson... 

...and spits on the prone Dufresne.]

JD:  What the... excuse me, fans... but what the _fuck_ is Jayson Graham's problem?!

[A seething Michaelson starts to make his way into the ring when Kenta Kitzukawa beats him there, tearing into Jayson Graham with a series of hard forearms that puts Graham in the corner.]

JD:  Kenta backs off...


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


JD:  Jesus!  Hard kick to the ribs!

[Kenta grabs Graham by the hair, making sure he stays in one place as he repeatedly drives kicks into the ribcage.]


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


JD:  Goodness!  Kenta Kitzukawa is lighting up Jayson Graham!  And he fires him to the opposite corner... here he comes!

[As he charges in, he leaves his feet in a front flip...

...and _drives_ his heel into the sternum of Jayson Graham!]

JD:  Kenta's taking Graham to town... and Graham staggers out of the buckles.  Boot to the gut!  

[Kenta quickly double underhooks both arms to a massive pop.]

JD:  HE'S GOING FOR THE BILLION DOLLAR BOMB!!!  HE'S GOING FOR- NO!  Bison nails Kenta from behind!  He saves Graham from the Tiger Driver.  

[Bison hurls Kenta towards the ropes...

...and hoists him into a bearhug on the rebound.]

JD:  Graham to the ropes... off!

[And scores with a leaping bulldog clothesline that takes Kenta down to the canvas!]

JD:  Goodness!  Something like that could give you a heart attack!  Graham makes a cover!

[But referee Stevens stops, refusing to make a count.]

JD:  He won't count until Bison leaves the ring!  He's ordering Black Bison out of the ring.

[Jayson Graham regains his feet, grabbing Stevens by the hair and forcing him back to the corner.]

JD:  Knock it off!  This guy has lost it!  

[Graham throws Stevens down to the mat as Black Bison steps out on the apron.]

JD:  Jayson Graham should be disqualified for something like that!  It's totally uncalled for!  Absolutely out of line!

[A hard boot to the ear causes Kenta to roll over onto his stomach.]

JD:  Graham's looking for a tag... he's extending his hand to Jeremy Rhodes.  He wants Rhodes to tag in.  He thinks he's proven himself to be a vicious bastard to Rhodes and he thinks-

[HUGE POP!]

JD:  MICHAELSON DRAGS GRAHAM TO THE FLOOR!!!  He's-




"CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!"




JD:  OH MY!!!  HE THREW GRAHAM INTO THE CHAIRS!!!  Todd Michaelson's out for blood!  Jayson Graham's blood!  He wants to bleed Graham dry for what he did to Calisto Dufresne!

[Michaelson tears through the crowd, kneeling over Jayson Graham and driving punch after punch after punch into his face.]

JD:  Kenta's back to his feet inside the ring, leaning in the corner... here comes Bison!  

[The bulky cruiserweight steps back into the ring, lumbering towards Kenta Kitzukawa.]

JD:  Bison's got him cornered... driving a hard forearm to the side of the face... and another. 

[Leaning over, Bison proceeds to drive a series of shoulder blocks into the ribcage.  Over and over and over...

...and then hoists Kenta up in a bearhug.]

JD:  He's going for the Bison's Rampage!  He's going for that running spinebuster he used on Melissa Cannon!  Here he-

[But as he charges out from the buckles, Bison gets a hard headbutt to the eyesocket by Kitzukawa that breaks his grip.]

JD:  Kenta blocks the Rampage... Kent-

[He deadleaps into the air, lashing out with a boot.]


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


JD:  KAMENGIRI!!  HEADKICK ON TARGET!!  

[Kenta lands on the canvas hard... but manages to throw an arm across the chest of Black Bison.]

JD:  ONE!!!!






























TWO!!!!!






























THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

[DING DING DING]

JD:  BLACK BISON'S GONE!!  We're down to two on two!  Jayson Graham and Jeremy Rhodes are left to go with Kenta Kitzukawa and Todd Michaelson!  Four men left in this Elimination match!

[We cut to Michaelson on the floor, dragging Jayson Graham off the concrete and firing him under the ropes back into the ring.]

JD:  Graham's in... Todd's on the apron and he's going in as well.

[Referee Steve Stevens is quick to cut him off...

...but gets shoved down!  Big shocked pop!]

JD:  Todd's lost it!  He's gonna take Jayson Graham to task for what he did to Dufresne.  Kenta's trying to stop him...

[POP!]

JD:  TODD SHOVES KENTA DOWN TOO!  Holy hell!

[An irate Michaelson pulls Graham off the canvas, battering him with closed fists.]

JD:  No legal forearm strikes here... Michaelson's  turned this into a street fight, battering Graham to the corner.  He's still hitting him!  Still driving right hands into his head over and over and over!

[Michaelson leans over, dropping Graham up on the top rope.]

JD:  Todd puts Jayson Graham up top... and he's going up there with him.  Jeremy Rhodes hasn't been in the match yet.  Jeremy Rhodes hasn't even made an _attempt_ to be in the match yet.  He's watching Graham... Michaelson hooks him...



"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"



[BIG POP!]

JD:  SUPERPLEX!!!  BIG SUPERPLEX OFF THE TOP ROPE!!  A cov- no!  Michaelson refuses to cover!  Mounted punches by Michaelson!  Driving the right hand over and over into the skull!

[Michaelson climbs to his feet, yanking Graham off the canvas...

...and pulling him into a standing headscissors.]

JD:  He's going for the Billion Dollar Bomb!  He's goi- backdrop!  Graham gets out of it!  He drops to his knees... not even able to stand.  He's trying to get to the corner now... trying to make the tag...

[He reaches his feet, staring at his teacher...

...and again offers his hand.]

JD:  He wants the tag!  No.  He _needs_ the tag!  He needs Jeremy Rhodes to help him.  He needs Jeremy Rhodes to-

[MASSIVE SHOCKED POP!]

JD:  HE SLAPPED HIM!  RHODES SLAPPED HIM!

"Keep fighting!"

[Graham spins away from the impact of the slap...

...and into a boot to the midsection by Todd Michaelson.]

JD:  He hooks one arm!  Then the other!  LIIIIIIIIIIIIIFT!!!





"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"




[The crowd goes silent as Graham's head and neck are _jammed_ into the canvas at a sickening impact.]

JD:  My god.  That was no regular Billion Dollar Bomb!  That was a Billion Dollar Driver!  Right down on the head and neck!  

[An exhausted Michaelson drops down across Graham.]

JD:  ONE!!!!






























TWO!!!






























THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

[DING DING DING]

JD:  YEAH!  Jayson Graham's eliminated!  We're down to two on one!  Kenta and Todd... and Jeremy Rhodes _finally_ has no damn choice but to get involved in this match.  He's stood back and watched his entire team of students fall... and he's the only one left to fight!

[Todd Michaelson gets to his feet... and violently kicks Jayson Graham until his motionless form drops down to the concrete floor.]

JD:  Goodness.  Todd Michaelson is still furious...

[And he points a finger at Jeremy Rhodes.  Big pop!]

JD:  There's only one left to fight!  Jeremy Rhodes has gotta get in there and be a man... and he's gotta do it with our boss and his prize student!

[With a smirk on his face, Rhodes steps through the ropes...

...and edges towards the center of the ring where Todd Michaelson is waiting.]

JD:  Here we go.  This is what these people paid to see.  Collar and elbow tieup!

[The two men quickly battle, jockeying for position.]

JD:  Rhdoes with a quick go-behind into a rear waistlock... big waistlock takedown by Rhodes, spinning right into a front facelock.  And with Rhodes' MMA background, always beware that turning into a guillotine choke.

[Michaelson is quick to get his knees underneath him, forcing it back to a vertical base... where he backs Rhodes into the ropes.]

JD:  Stevens asking for a clean break... he's had no luck at all here tonight.

[And as Michaelson straightens up... Rhodes buries a boot in his gut before tying up the PWR Owner in a cravate.]

JD:  Oooh!  Cravate applied by Jeremy Rhodes, really cranking on that neck.

[Rhodes spits at Kenta as he nears the M-DOJO corner... a move that brings the inexperienced rookie into the ring...

...but referee Stevens quickly cuts him off again.]

JD:  OHHHHHH!  Rhodes did that intentionally!  He drew Kenta in and he buried a kick in the groin of Todd Michaelson!  Damn him!  If Stevens had seen that, this match would be over.

[Slapping a cobra clutch on Michaelson, Rhodes pulls back with a crossface type submission hold.]

JD:  He calls this the Chaosphere!  And it's locked in tight!

[Kenta Kitzukawa throws the official aside, driving a hard kick to the kidneys of Rhodes to break the submission hold.]

JD:  Rhodes staggers up, clutching at his lower back... ooh!  Hard knee to the kidneys of Michaelson!  Jeremy Rhodes is targeting the lower back now... the long-known soft spot of Todd Michaelson.  Of course, we all know Michaelson had his full-time wrestling career cut short years ago when he suffered a broken back in the ring.

[Two more knee strikes to the back keep Michaelson off balance.]

JD:  Hooked... lifted...



"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"


JD:  Backdrop suplex by Jeremy Rhodes, continuing to work the back... and he makes a cover!

ONE!!!!































TWO!!!!!!






























THR-

[BIG POP!]

JD:  Kenta breaks the pin again!

[Referee Steve Stevens races on the scene, pushing Kitzukawa out of the ring as Jeremy Rhodes gets back to his feet, angrily glaring at the M-DOJO rookie.]

JD:  Rhodes pulling Todd up by the hair... shoving Todd facefirst to the corner.

[Leaning down, Rhodes drives his shoulder into the spine of the PWR Owner... again... and again... and again... and again.]

JD:  Come on, referee!  He's in the corner!

[Rhodes finally backs off... pulling Michaelson out of the corner by the hair...

...and snaps him down to the mat with a neckbreaker!]

JD:  Another cover!

ONE!!!!































TWO!!!!






























THRE-

[MASSIVE POP!]

JD:  KENTA BREAKS THE PIN AGAIN!  

[An irate Rhodes gets up and storms towards Kenta, shoving him back to the corner.]

JD:  It's breaking down here!  Jeremy Rhodes has Kenta trapped in the corner... Steve Stevens is stuck between them!  What the hell is-

[HUGE HEEL POP!]

JD:  What the-?!  Brent Marvel's coming back out here!  What the hell is he doing out here!?

[Marvel dives headfirst into the ring, pulling Michaelson quickly up to his feet.  Reaching underneath Michaelson, Marvel crosses the PWR Owner's arms in front of him...

...and hoists him up!]

JD:  NO!  NO!  NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!




"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"



JD:  CROSSED ARM PILEDRIVER!!!  STATE OF SHOCK BY BRENT MARVEL!!

[Marvel quickly bails from the ring...

...just as Jeremy Rhodes turns around, diving atop the downed Michaelson.]

JD:  Kenta goes to bre- NO!

[Brent Marvel hooks Kenta Kitzukawa by the leg.]

JD:  Marvel's got Kenta!  Todd's covered!

ONE!!!!






























TWO!!!!!!































THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[DING DING DING]

JD:  No!  Todd Michaelson's been eliminated!  The M-DOJO lead trainer has been eliminated... and we're down to two men!  Jeremy Rhodes and Kenta Kitzukawa going one on one with the pride of both Dojos on the line!

[Kitzukawa steps into the ring, glaring at Jeremy Rhodes... pointing an accusatory finger at him.]

JD:  Rhodes is pleading innocence.  He says he had nothing to do with what happened... but I don't think Kenta believes him.  Quite frankly, neither do I!

[Rhodes steps into the center of the ring, waving for Kenta to come towards him.]

JD:  This is it... it all comes down to this... and listen to this crowd!

[The roaring crowd cheers both men on, trying to encourage them to beat the tar out of one another for whatever time is left.]

JD:  Kenta steps up...


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


JD:  Goodness!  What a shot by Kenta!  A forearm shot that slammed into the side of Rhodes' face, knocking him back a step.


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


JD:  Rhodes returns the favor!  But that was a straight right hand... no forearm thrown there!




"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"




JD:  Kenta fires back again!





"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"




JD:  As does Rhodes!  We've got a showdown to see who can hit each other the hardest!  Kenta with the forearms... Rhodes with the right hands!

[Kenta grabs Rhodes by the hair and uncorks a series of brutal forearms to the left ear.]

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


JD:  Sweeeeeeet Jesus!

[Rhodes staggers away, clutching his ear in pain as Kenta moves in...]


""WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


[BIG POP!]

JD:  High kick!  Kick to the ear by Kenta!  He's got the Ronin Dojo leader reeling!  Rhodes falls back to the corner... and Kenta's moving in again!

[Reaching out, Rhodes rakes the eyes!]

JD:  Cheap shot by Jeremy Rhodes!

[Lunging from the corner, Rhodes connects with a hard lariat that flips Kenta before dropping him down to the mat!]

JD:  Lariat!  Rhodes scores with a lariat out of nowhere... and he's going for the cover!

ONE!!!!






























TWO!!!!






























THR-

[MASSIVE POP!]

JD:  KENTA KICKS OUT!!  That clothesline through him for a loop but he still managed to kick out somehow!

[Rhodes angrily slams his arms down on the mat, pulling Kenta up by the hair and cracking him with a right hand to the jaw.]

JD:  Kenta back to the buckles... Rhodes shaking his hand, he may have broken his damn hand with that punch.  And he's putting Kenta up top!  He's going for the kill here!

[The crowd buzzes, knowing that Rhodes' finisher is done off the top rope.]

JD:  He may be setting up for the Rhodes Special '96... that top rope falcon aroow.  If he hits that, you can bet this match is all over.  Jeremy Rhodes is looking to wrap this up right here and right now.

[Stepping up to the middle rope, Rhodes drives a few right hands in, making sure Kenta stays in place...

...but a brutal headbutt to the bridge of the nose by Kenta knocks Rhodes back down to the canvas.]

JD:  Rhodes goes down!  Kenta steps up top!

[And leaps from the top rope, _crushing_ Rhodes with a leaping thrown elbow strike from the top rope that sends the Supreme Being toppling head over heels across the entire ring!  Massive pop!]

JD:  What a shot!  What a damn shot!  And now it's Kenta who throws down his elbow pad like Melissa Cannon did earlier tonight... Kenta loading up... calling for that rolling elbow!

[Rhodes slowly uses the ropes, trying to pull himself up to his feet.]

JD:  HERE COMES KENTA!!

[The M-DOJO rookie sprints across the ring, turning one full revolution to throw the mother of all elbow strikes...

...but comes up empty!]

JD:  RHODES DUCKS THE ELBOW!!

[And as Kenta turns, the veteran leaps into the air, snaring Kenta in a headscissors...

...and _spiking_ him skullfirst into the canvas!  MASSIVE SHOCKED POP!]

JD:  OH MY GOD!!  Jeremy Rhodes with the Jenova Fever Driver!  He rarely uses that anymore... only when he feels an _absolute_ need to and I guess he was feeling that need tonight.  He spiked Kenta like he was- 

[Kitzukawa, knowing he's in trouble, rolls out to the apron.]

JD:  Smart move by Kenta!  He knew he was in trouble... he knew that Rhodes had him beat with that.  He knew that Jeremy Rhodes was about to pin him and win this match.

[Rhodes reaches through the top and middle rope, pulling Kenta up to his feet by the hair...

...and catching a desperation elbow to the throat!]

JD:  Kenta caught him with- oh no!

[The crowd roars as Kenta grabs Rhodes by the hair, the Supreme Being's head still hanging between the top and middle ropes...

...and brings his leg up with a fierce kick to the face.]

JD:  Hard kick to the face!  Still holding Rhodes by the hair!  We saw him do this to City Jack last month and-


"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"


[The crowd explodes with the series of kicks and as Kenta finally releases it, Rhodes staggers away, his cheek visibly reddened by the brutal shots to the face.]

JD:  Kenta's trying to get the momentum back... Rhodes is staggered!  Kenta's back in with him... 

[Rhodes goes for a dazed right hand and comes up empty...

...but gets locked in a full nelson.]

JD:  Full nelson!



"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"



JD:  DRAGON!  DRAGON SUPLEX!!!

[The bridging Kitzukawa keeps Rhodes' shoulders pressed to the canvas... 

...but the bridge collapses, pushing both men's shoulders down.]

JD:  ONE!!!!






























TWO!!!!!!






















[And with the three count coming down, one man raises a shoulder.]









THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[DING DING DING]

JD:  Both men had their shoulders down, I think!

[Referee Steve Stevens leaps to his feet, the crowd buzzing with confusion...

...and raises Jeremy Rhodes' hand.]

JD:  RHODES WINS!  RHODES WINS!  Kenta couldn't hold the bridge and ended up pinning himself!  My god, Jeremy Rhodes has won the Dojo vs Dojo Challenge!  Jeremy Rhodes has-

[Suddenly, the crowd _erupts_ in stunned shock.]

JD:  What the hell?!  Calisto Dufresne!  Dufresne just came tearing from the back room where the medics were working on him!  Dufresne is... my god, he's going in the ring!

[A stunned crowd begins to buzz louder as Dufresne yanks a dazed Jeremy Rhodes off the canvas, hooks in a front facelock...

...hoists him into the air...


...and _spikes_ him brutally into the canvas with an Implant DDT!  Deafening shocked pop!]

JD:  What the hell-?!  Dufresne with the cover!  

ONE!!!!!






























TWO!!!!!






























THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[DING DING DING]

JD:  I don't believe it!  Calisto Dufresne was hurt... he was hurt, dammit!  We all saw it!  Are you trying to tell me this guy was _faking_ it?!

[Dufresne leaps to his feet, holding the back of his neck with one arm and raising the other hand in victory.]

JD:  Calisto Dufresne... is the sole survivor?!  You've gotta be kidding me!  Of all people... Calisto Dufresne is the winner of this match?!  

[The camera zooms in on Dufresne, a look of giddiness on his face.]

JD:  And what the hell does this do to Who's The King?  Does this guy get to be in the match to crown the Pacific Champion?!  May God have mercy on us all!  Fans, we're outta time!  We'll see you next month!

[We fade from a shot of Dufresne, a wide smile on his face to a shot of Todd Michaelson in the locker room, Kenta Kitzukawa and Lori Dane standing by his side.]

TM:  You believe that?  The kid really got me worried.  I should have known better I guess.  I mean-

[Michaelson is interrupted by El Corazon Negro.]

ECN:  Todd!  Come quickly, amigo! 

[Todd looks confused.]

TM:  What's going on?

[ECN points to the exit of the building.]

ECN:  Hurry!  He got him!  He got him!

[Todd grabs ECN by the shoulder.]

TM:  What the hell are you talking about?

[And with the one word that'll send a chill down your spine.]

ECN:  Temple.

[Michaelson's face turns white... and he shoves El Corazon Negro aside, racing towards the door.  Lori Dane calls after him.]

LD:  Todd!  Don't-

[But it's too late as Michaelson bursts through the door... and stares down with horror in his eyes.  The camera slowly pans over to his line of sight...

...and reveals a motionless Johnson Blackwell, his face and upper body completely covered in blood.  The wood he was armed with earlier in the night is shattered by his ankle... an ankle his hands are wrapped around despite his unconscious state.

Behind him... a metal wall... 

Now covered with letters... crimson letters.]


"On Your Hands"


[The camera zooms in on Michaelson's eyes, a mixture of rage and horror cloaking them...

...and we fade to black.]