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Date: Location: Fenway Park, Boston, Mass. Announcers: Ken Stevenson & Chris Carter With Just A Tiny Bit Of Further Adieu    From the nothingness comes...something. An image. A sound. The dim outline of a locker room, barely illuminated at all, creeps forth onto the screen as Clint Mansell's "Dead Reckoning" welcomes the broadcast to life. The room's dominant presence is an empty chair, with two standard issue black wrestling boots hanging lazily over the headrest. That's it. And to the right of that empty chair, sitting on the bench-style seating in front of several lockers, is Citizen Truth, eyes locked on the pair of boots. Citizen Truth: We don't just mean that he or she is a brave soul. The image of the giant Heroic Hoss fades and, in his place, appears Trent Taylor, signature glasses covering his eyes. Trent Taylor: Sure, it's one part bravery. Not everyone's got it in their veins to step out from behind that curtain. Again, a PWE'ers presence fades, one apparition giving way to another. But each fade shows a roster member in that same position, staring at the pair of boots draped over the chair. Chris Jacobs: But it's more than just having the biggest set in the building. Masaharu Tanabashi: It's more than just fighting through the pain. Tsukino Meiou: It's more than just getting up when you've been knocked down. R.W. Randolph: When we say somebody's got guts... The Number One Contender lingers on this thought for a moment, putting a finger to his shoulder. R.W. Randolph: ...we mean that he's won matches he had no business winning. Diabolique: We mean that she's got an unexplainable ability to dig down deep and win. At any cost. Hawaiian Hardhead: We mean he's tougher 'n nails. Bobby Strange: We mean he's harder to put down than a cockroach. Shawn Christopher: We mean that, no matter how many times you think you've hammered that final nail in the coffin, the bastard won't stay dead. Diabolique: Some people throw around the term like it's nothing. Tomoko Hanahara: But it's something. In this business, if you've got guts...you're never out of a fight. Derek Hardaway: When you look back on a career, you don't remember wins and losses like you do the gutcheck moments. Masaharu Tanabashi: The moments where you had dozens of excuses. R.W. Randolph: The moments where you could've quit and nobody would've begrudged you for it. Tsukino Meiou: The moments where you stood your ground and fought on, because something deep inside your gut told you that the worst sin of all... Shawn Christopher: ...would be to leave even one drop left in the tank. Chris Jacobs: Guts are what you show when you're twenty minutes into the main event, and your legs are numb. White Trash Trucker: Maybe ya know, somewhere deep down, that yer chances of winnin' ain't shit. Chris Jacobs: But anything's better than regret that maybe...just maybe, you could've kept fighting. Damion Black: That's why, at Cyberslam, it's not enough to be perfect, to have an unassailable game plan. You've gotta have guts. Masaharu Tanabashi: You've gotta know that, when it comes down to it, the guy standing across that ring from you flat out doesn't have it in him to go as far as you do. Chris Stevens: Because you? You've got guts. The last shot of the package shows Shawn Christopher, strangely quiet as he takes in the scene. His eyes are perhaps the most intense of all as he gazes at the pair of boots. He knows that for all life's myriad injustices, there's something deeply right about the black-and-white nature of the competition that goes down at Cyberslam. And his final thought echoes over and over as his image fades away, his voice trailing off. "And you've been waiting a long time to show 'em." A final close-up on the two black wrestling boots takes us closer and closer, until there's nothing but black. As pyrotechnics explode in the air over Boston, the shot comes whirling to life at packed Fenway Park. Signs wave in every corner of the stadium, from the Pesky Pole to the press boxes to the Green Monster to the triangle in center field. In the sky above, explosions announce that, once again, it is that time of year. It is Cyberslam, the fifth edition. Among the 43, 509 people in attendance, many are holding up signs, a few of which the camera catches. "THE MERE SIGHT OF SHAWN CHRISTOPHER HAS BEEN KNOWN TO CAUSE... HOLY (#&% IT JUST HAPPENED TO ME!" "I'M SKIPPING MY SISTER'S WEDDING JUST TO SEE TSUKINO MEIOU!" "DEREK HARDAWAY WATCHES GLENN BECK!" The stadium setup is rather ingenius, with both dugouts outfitted as makeshaft entrances. The Fenway lights illuminate the ring, which sits in shallow center field. Instead of Jacoby Ellsbury, the fans see a ring all decked out in black, with the fancy new Cyberslam logos adorning them. In left-center field, high overhead, is the PWE*View that just played the night's opening video package. The entrances form a Y-shape leading to the ring, over the pitchers mound and out to the former haunt of Coco Crisp, Darren Lewis, etc. And having gotten a bird's-eye view of the ballpark, the camera shifts to Ken Stevenson and Chris Carter, both of whom are decked out in tuxedos and looking significantly more dapper than on your average ReVolution. Ken: FOLKS, WE ARE IN A VERY LOUD, VERY ROCKING FENWAY PARK FOR THE START OF AN INCREDIBLE SPECTACLE THAT SHOULD BE BREATHTAKING IN EVERY WAY! I CAN BARELY HEAR MYSELF OVER THE FENWAY FAITHFUL, AND I CAN TELL YOU THAT THESE PEOPLE ARE READY FOR CYBERSLAM! I'M KEN STEVENSON, HERE WITH MY PARTNER CHRIS CARTER. Chris: EVENING, JERKWADS! SO GLAD YOU COULD JOIN US FOR THE NIGHT WHERE TOMOKO HANAHARA CONTINUES HER REIGN AS THE OFFICIAL QUEEN OF PWE! Ken: IT TOOK EVERY OUNCE OF ENERGY FROM THE STAGEHANDS TO MAKE THIS NIGHT HAPPEN BUT NOW WE'RE MOMENTS AWAY FROM OUR OPENING MATCH AND THIS BALLPARK LOOKS AMAZING! Chris: WELL, IT DOESN'T LOOK AS NICE AS THE NEW YANKEE STADIUM, BUT YOU HAVE TO BE RUNNING A MASSIVE PONZI SCHEME JUST TO AFFORD TICKETS THERE, SO I'LL CERTAINLY SETTLE FOR OUR CURRENT DIGS! Ken: WE'VE TALKED FOR MONTHS ABOUT THIS NIGHT, AND IT SEEMS APT THAT WE SHUT UP AND LET SOME PWE'ERS DO THEIR TALKING IN THE RING! Chris: WISE WORDS, STEVENSON! LET'S TANGO! Diabolique (c) vs. Bobby Strange vs. Citizen Truth Chris: Why, is your mom going to be in it? Ken: How amusing Chris, I nearly forgot to laugh. Chris: See Ken, that’s your problem. No sense of humor. Ken: Maybe you’re just not as funny as you think? Chris: Biggest lie you’ve ever told Nick. Everyone knows I’m hilarious. Flashing lights fill Fenway Park as a few notes are heard over the sound system until 'Flagpole Sitta' by Harvey Danger is heard. The fans rise to their feet as on the PWE*Tron it reads one thing. Ken: Thank God, at least I don’t have to listen to your comedy routine anymore. Out of the first base dugout Bobby Strange emerges to a pop from the capacity crowd. People cheer him as he nods his head in anticipation for the Vicious Title match. As the chorus hits, Strange hops up and down a few times before he races over the pitcher’s mound and towards the ring. Strange then runs up the steps and alongside the ring apron before he runs up the nearby turnbuckles and hops onto the top turnbuckle as he looks out at the crowd. He then hops off the top turnbuckle and lands in the middle of the ring as fireworks shoot up outside of Fenway. Colin Peterson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is scheduled for one fall and is for Vicious Title. Introducing first from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 255 pounds and standing 6 feet and 1 inches, he... BOBBY! STRRRRRRAAAAANNNNNGGE! Chris: This kids got no chance in hell of pulling this one out. Ken: Well since it’s a triple threat match he doesn’t need to pin the champion to walk out with the title. Chris: Oh right, like he’s going to pin Citizen Truth? Lights fade. Red, white, blue hue. GO! "Requiem for a Dream (I Need a Hero Intro)" by Clint Mansell BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Ken: The fans certainly not shy about showing their hatred for Citizen Truth. Chris: They cheer for the Red Sox so what do they know. The fans continue booing until, almost in unison, they gasp. Out of the third base dugout emerges Citizen Truth wearing a Yankee’s jersey. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Standing with a shower of patriotic pyro behind him, CT makes his way to the ring. After a successful leap onto the ring apron, the Americanimal stalks the ring and climbs inside, again, with both fists in the air. He throws off his Yankee's jersey and smiles at Bobby Strange as he imagines the things he’s going to do. His music finally dies down, but the boos continue raining down like beer at a Cubs game. Colin Peterson: Introducing next, from the City of Gothametropolis weighing in at 295 pounds and standing 6 feet 6 inches tall, he is… CITIZEN TRUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTHHH!! More boos fill Fenway. Chris: These people don’t know what they’re even booing about. Citizen Truth is the reason this match is going to be interesting. No one cares about Bobby Strange and Diabolique is just a chick. I doubt anyone is really gonna care about her. Ken: She's a woman who has dominated the Vicious division since its inception. Kill the lights and start the guitars. It's a quiet, twangy opening – the beginning of ENomine's "Mitternacth" – remixed to allow us time for the funeral procession. Yes, you read that right. The only light we're given to start is the moonlight above on a clear September night here in Boston as the cavalcade of asshats begins with a redhead (we've got a handful of those), holding a flagpole proudly. His slacks are white and so is his long-sleeved shirt, coupled with a pinstriped, gunmetal gray vest and a deep red tie. The flag he holds aloft is one wrestling fans have seen before -- black with splattered blood. The unknown man comes up the visitors' dugout steps, waving that flag for all he's worth. A half-step behind him, pewter candleholder in hand, comes the second member of this little troupe, and she's a better sight to look at. A young lady in black dress is just a little too revealing to be something you'd wear to a funeral, and the veil hanging from her wide-brimmed hat doesn't quite cover the wicked curve to her plum-colored lips. Her fingers on the side of the guttering candle wouldn't at ALL be suggestive, either. Chris: You know, Diabolique might be an unconscionable bitch, but she's got some fine-looking associates. Now would be when the lyrics start. "Wenn die Gondeln trauer tragen
Colin Peterson: From Odessa, Ukraine, she weighed in this evening at one hundred and seventy-five and seven-eighths pounds! "Wenn die Uhr beginnt zu schlagen
It takes four people to maneuver the coffin onto the field. Colin Peterson: She is the Mistress of Destruction! The band of them moves slowly towards a roped-off part of the crowd, where there's a raised dais set up for the pallbearers to set down the coffin. The shot swings up to a jib, looking down on the fine mahogany casket. There's a window in the top; icy red eyes glare up from the woman within as we reach the bridge of the song. They step up onto the coffin as the young lady is handed a cloth barrier, emblazoned with the same blood-red spots that's on the flag. The cloth is thin enough that the guttering candlelight illuminates the young lady's form in silhouette. Ken: What is this, some kind of magic trick? Chris: I love magic. Colin Peterson: She is the reigning and defending PWE Vicious Champion... **BA-DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!** The explosion might come from outside the ballpark, but it's still loud, trust us. The lady thrusts the cloth over her head – just long enough for music to repeat himself. When the cloth falls, the young lady is gone, but there's still a woman standing atop that dais. Colin Peterson: DIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAABOLLLLLLIIIQQQUUUUUUEEEEEEEEE! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" She's nonplussed by the negative reaction from the gathered throng (PWE'rs are a such a bunch of Encyclopedia Browns), adjusting the tape around her left wrist. When she tosses damp, blood-red curls away from her face, it's just to unveil that forbidding gray glare to lock onto the Heroic Hoss and the Strange One, similarly unfazed by Dia's theatrics. Dia is offered a shoulder to aside her off the casket. Diabolique would never be called "pretty" (it's too soft a word), but she is striking, with nearly flawless alabaster skin and features that seem carved from marble. She's slim – athletic rather than curvy, like a dancer – and she's dressed as simply for war as she is outside the ring. Her fists, as mention, are taped, and that singlet is white like snow, a cross-shaped cut-out along the chest the only ornamentation save the Old English "D" on her left hip. Tommy Giles holds up the Vicious title, showing each of the three competitors what they’re going to be competing for and with that the bell rings. Chris: Here we go, finally time for some violence. The match starts with all three pacing the ring back and forth, eyeing each other and trying to intimidate the others. Citizen Truth suddenly stops and slides out of the ring and looks like he’s just going to sit and watch. Ken: What’s he doing? Chris: Being smart and letting those two idiots bash each other to pieces before he gets involved. Ken: Strange has his eyes locked on the monster, but he should really keep his eyes on Dia. Taking the opening Dia charges at Strange and lands a few shots to the face before whipping him to the ropes. She bends over to attempt a back body drop, but Strange stops his momentum and kicks the vulnerable champion. Dia shoots up from the kick and is immediately met with a clothesline. Strange quickly drops for the cover. One… Two… Ken: No, kickout. Strange going for the quick win, but I don’t think it’s going to be that easy. Both superstars are quickly back to their feet. Strange attempts a roundhouse kick, but the Vicious Champion is quick to duck under the boot. With the young superstar’s back to the veteran, Diabolique wraps up and swings back, delivering a perfect looking Russian leg sweep. Pulling Strange off the mat, Dia hooks in and delivers a fisherman suplex, bridging and holding the move for a pinfall. One… Two… T… Ken: Kickout! Still, there seems no worry from Citizen Truth outside the ring. In the squared circle, Dia picks Bobby up, but Strange pushes away the Vicious Champion’s hands and starts firing off a rapid succession of punches, working Dia towards the corner. Out of nowhere, Dia slams home an elbow that ends Strange’s assault, causing the superstar to clutch his face and turn away. Dia leaps to the turnbuckle and springs off, flipping through the air. But the Vicious Champ doesn’t connect with the bulldog. Strange slips out of the way. Dia avoids disaster, showing amazing athleticism by completing the flip and landing on her feet. When Strange turns around, Dia leaps high into the air and connects with a hurricanrana. Ken: What incredible agility! Diabolique missed with the bulldog, but landed on her feet and scored with a beautiful hurricanrana Chris: Strange tried to avoid disaster, but just couldn’t make it happen! Strange rolls through the impact and right back to his feet, where Dia greets him with a side belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers while CT continues to watch on, a sick smile on his face. A second belly to belly suplex follows the first. As Strange uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, he turns in time to catch a boot to the gut from Dia. However, the Vicious Champ is quick to react. Jumping to the air, she cracks her right foot against the back of Strange’s skull. Ken: Enziguri! Dia hops up to her knees and makes the cover, hooking Strange’s leg. One… Two… Th… Ken: Another kick-out. We know there’s a lot of fight in this young superstar, Bobby Strange. CT doesn’t even make an attempt to get back into the ring to stop the count. Ken: He doesn’t seem to be focusing on this match at all, Chris. Meanwhile the action continues in the ring. Strange helps Dia to her feet, a shot to her face, irish whip into the turnbuckle followed by a big splash in the corner. On the outside, CT finally slides back into the ring feeling rejuvenated. He charges at Strange and Dia who are now exchanging punches in the corner, but Strange gets out of the way just in time leaving Dia to absorb the near 300 pounds of Truth. Ken: Strange keeping his wits about him and got out of the way just in time. Quick leg strike on Truth who’s knee buckles a bit. A punch to the face, but the monster just shoved him off. CT quickly grabs Strange and grabs him by the throat, lifts him in the air, and holds him there choking him. After a few seconds he throws Strange down to the mat with a thud. Ken: Truth now seemingly in control of this match. Chris: And you were worried. Ken: He’s still not fully focused. Citizen Truth now taunting the fans completely unaware that the champ has recovered and is waiting behind him. Dia grabs CT’s shoulder and kicks him in the stomach. She goes to deliver a DDT, but CT blocks it and grabs Dia around the waist and hoists her over with a belly to belly suplex. Dia grabs her back in pain as CT goes for the cover. One… Two… Th-… Ken: Close one there, but the champ has a lot of fight in her. Chris: We’ll see how long that fight’ll last. CT rolls out of the ring and checks underneath for a weapon. It’s slim pickings due to PWE’s promise to keep the field as pristine as they found it. Still, CT emerges with a chair in hand. Strange has the same idea on the other side of the ring as he pulls out a chair as well. Diabolique rolls out of the ring and begins to look for a weapon of her own, but doesn’t find anything. CT and Bobby Strange, with their eyes glued on each other, encircle Diabolique. Ken: This doesn’t look good for the champ. Dia sees the predicament she’s in and decides a good offense is better than nothing. She charges Strange and grabs the chair. As the two fight for the chair CT lunges at them, swinging the chair. Strange ducks out of the way as the chair connects squarely with Dia’s head. She stumbles back and somehow keeps her balance. Strange picks up the chair he dropped and tries to take CT’s head off, but he ducks as well leaving Dia to be the recipient of another chair shot to the face that floors her. Chris: You were saying about the fight in her? Ken: After those two hellacious chair shots the champion looks to be out of it! CT and Strange take swings at each other and end up clashing chairs. The vibration causes CT to lose a hold of his chair. Strange quickly shoves the chair into his midsection doubling the monster over. He then rears back with all his might and cracks CT on the head with the chair. Ken: That chair has been dented to high hell. Chris: I don't think that a chair shot is going to stop Truth very long. True to Chris’ word CT slowly begins rising to his feet. Strange quickly jumps onto the ring apron and waits for the madman to rise. As he rises Strange flies off the apron with a drop kick that lands true. CT stumbles back and over the guardrail and into the first row of fans. CT turns back towards the ring. Strange already has the chair that CT was using in his hands. As CT turns to face the ring he’s met with a huge chair shot that cracks his skull and busts him open. CT plops back into the lap of a gentleman and the two go tumbling backwards taking out a few fans nearby. Strange climbs onto the guardrail and positions himself with the chair above his head. He motions for the nearby fans to get out of the way. As CT slowly rises and turns back towards the ring again Strange leaps off, bringing the chair down on the skull of CT again. CT stumbles a bit as blood blinds him before he lands on the guardrail and manages to hold him up. Taking the opportunity, Strange switches chairs with a fan and begins to repeatedly smack the chair on CT’s exposed back. Shot after shot connects as CT remains leaning on the guardrail, helpless. One final shot sends CT over the rail and onto the mats lining the field around the ring. He holds his back as pain shows on his face. Chris: Any normal man would be out cold from shots like that, but I just think they’re going to make him angrier. Ken: Diabolique is still knocked out on the outside from earlier chair shots, but she looks like she’s starting to stir as well. CT rolls towards the ring apron and uses it to help him to a vertical base. As he stands he promptly rolls himself back into the ring to try and recover. Strange hops back over the guardrail and enters the ring as well. He goes to lift CT, who was playing possum, and eats a right hook. CT grabs Strange’s head and hits it with his own. Ken: Huge headbutt there and if I’m not mistaken it looks like Bobby Strange is now bleeding as well. Chris: Ah, he just chummed the water now the shark is going to rip him to shreds. Like a shark smelling the blood CT seems to have a second wind as he goes to work. He throws Strange against the ropes and on the rebound connects with a boot that nearly takes Strange’s head off. Ken: That kick nearly decapitated Strange. Chris: I told you this man was inhuman. The amount of punishment he can take and keep coming is incredible. Strange’s going to need an entire army to bring this man down. The various military personnel that came out to see Strange try to get behind him and will him to his feet. CT, not giving Strange an inch to breath, quickly grabs his leg and puts him in a boston crab. Tommy Giles checks on Strange to see if he’s willing to give up. The brave, young man shakes his head defiantly as he struggles to get out of the hold. Diabolique, seeing her title about to be lost, scurries into the ring and nails CT from behind effectively breaking the hold. She goes to continue the damage, but is grabbed and squeezed in a bearhug. She screams and tries everything in her power to break the hold, but CT’s hands are locked tight. Ken: Such a basic, yet impactful move, the pressure on the lower back is excruciating and can really cause a lot of damage especially with a man as strong as Citizen Truth applying the pressure. Chris: It’s only a matter of time before she taps and Citizen Truth takes his rightful place as a champion in PWE. Ken: I’d hate to be Christian Connolly the next morning as he gets ready for the FCC complaints. Chris: The FCC is as worthless as you are Ken. Ken glares at his partner as the action continues in the ring. Diabolique somehow manages to land a few shots to CT and then claps her arms together across the ears of CT who has to release the hold. Ken: Diabolique off the ropes, CT fires an elbow for her head, but the Mistress slides barely beneath it, continuing on to the ropes -- she jumps to the middle and -- CAUGHT! Chris: Jeez, that's one arm! Ken: Citizen Truth caught her with one arm! The Heroic Hoss hasn't budged since the bell rang, but this size difference might be too much for either Vicious champion to overcome! Chris: You don't sound too broken up by that. CT shifts the Mistress' weight as Strange clambers to his feet. Thick brows bunch over his eyes as he throws himself forward without letting her go. Ken: Truth! Truth with a big boot to the Strange One! And – the fallaway! Fallaway slam on Dia— Chris: Not so fast! Ken: Diabolique corkscrews through the air and lands on her feet! The Mistress displaying remarkable agility, and now she's waiting for Citizen Truth! The Heroic Hoss turns and – The echo of that kick resounds through the ballpark every bit as loudly as a ball does off David Ortiz' bat. Ken: Savate kick! What a kick from Diabolique! Chris: But you can't kick down a brick wall! Ken: It only knocked the big man back a stride! Diabolique just threw everything she had into one kick, and CT only fell back a step! The first sign of Dia's frustration comes with the force of her sigh, disturbing the ringlets partially shielding her eyes. Ken: I don't think Diabolique has any idea how to combat the Heroic Hoss' sheer size! Diabolique fires off with a second savate ki—CAUGHT! CT traps the head and leg of the Mistress and— "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!" Ken: Dammit, Strange! Strange from behind with a low blow! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!" Ken: And another! Two vicious low blows from the Strange One finally breaks his grip on Diabolique! It doesn't take Diabolique but a moment to stomp on the monstrous Hero's instep. This bends CT over far enough that Strange can reach his head – he uses the opening to dig his fingers into the man's eyes. Ken: Rake of the eyes! And Diabolique springs off the middle rope with a kick to the blinded colossus! And Bobby... Chris: Ha! Ken: Schoolyard trip brings Citizen Truth down! And – There's that sound again. Ken: Basement dropkick from Diabolique! She follows it up with a beautiful backflip legdrop. Ken: Diabolique with the cover! ONE! Ken: Strange yanks her off and he drops an elbow onto Truth! Bobby with a cover of his own! ONE! Ken: Dia rips Strange off! She drops across the Heroic Hoss with a lateral press! O— "RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Ken: Truth! What power! What unbelievable strength! The Heroic Hoss just LAUNCHED Diabolique up into the lights! But again! Dia lands on her feet again! The "whack" might not be as satisfyingly loud as the Mistress' kicks, but it's pretty cool nevertheless. Chris: One of these days, Dia! Bam! To the moon! Ken: Strange! Bobby with a straight right hand! He caught Diabolique flush on the cheek! Bobby with a quick cover! ONE! TW— Chris: This match might not even be fair. Ken: Truth! Truth pulls Bobby off and to his feet in one yank! He whips the stunned Strange One up onto his shoulder! Chris: Fastball Special? Ken: If Citizen Truth hits the Fastball Special, Strange may not wake up for a week! Chris: Which would be beyond tragic, but might make him shut up. Ken: Diabolique! Dia kicking away at the sides and the leg of CT, but she can't budge him! Much like Strange earlier, it's like kicking a wall! Diabolique might be the smartest person in wrestling – and it doesn't take long for her to realize she's going about this wrong. Ken: Diabolique bounces off the ropes and – dropkick! Dropkick to STRANGE! Bobby spread the monster's fingers enough that Dia's kick sends the Strange One spinning off of CT's shoulders like a Frisbee! Chris: Now they're even! Bobby's saved Dia, Dia saved Bobby. They're BFFs, Kenny. Truth stands straight, glaring down at the Mistress, who smoothes back her hair, glaring up at him. The Heroic Hoss raises one hand, bidding Dia to do her springy thing. She does so. Ken: Diabolique off the ropes! CT waiting for her – clothesline, ducked by Dia! Off the farside ropes, Truth lifts for the big boot, baseball slide dropkick to the ankle! Diabolique slides past, grabbing CT's ankle! Dia on her knees behind the Heroic Hoss, trying to trip him up! She's tugging, but it's not a race she's likely to win. Thankfully, it's not one that she has to win by herself. Ken: BOOM! BOOM! GOOD NIGHT SLEEP! Strange from out of nowhere! That's his move! That's one of Bobby's big moves! Bobby hit CT with the Good Night Sleep! He turns around – boot to the midsection by Diabolique! She hooks the arms – but Bobby rotates through the Unprettier and – he shoves Dia into Citizen Truth! But Diabolique sidesteps CT as Bobby rushes in, and CT stands and – WHOA! Twirls Bobby over into the Compactor. Inverted belly-to-back bearhug. CT with his hands locked around the waist of Connors. Chris: Okay, that's not nice. Ken: CT shaking Strange back and forth like a damn ragdoll! Will Bobby Strange tap out? There is a moment here where CT seems content to force Bobby's stomach out through his throat. He's even turning to let the crowd here see the pain, agony and suffering he's inflicting. If only the Mistress was so accommodating. "THHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAACK!!" Ken: Diabolique! Diabolique with a damn chair! The Mistress has an equalizer! The first blow causes CT to drop Bobby – the landing isn't a pleasant one, though. Ken: CT staggered by the chairshot, but he won't go down! He won't go down! Chris: I swear he's not human. Ken: And Diablique hauls off with the chair again – "THHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAACK!!" Ken: To the knee! To the kneecap! Strange pulls himself over and takes the chair away, but... but he's not using it on Diabolique! Chris: Not yet, at least. Ken: Strange holding the chair up against CT's leg himself! Again, there's no need for instructions or discussion – she sees the situation and she's in motion. Ken: Diabolique off the ropes and – STRANGE! Strange swung the chair at Diabolique! Chris: I told you! That psycho can't be trusted – I like them! Ken: But Diabolique slides underneath it! Dia slides underneath it and turns for Stra – TRUTH! CT spins Dia around! Chokeslam! He deadlifts her by the throat – BOOM! BOOM! Another chokeslam! The big man with cover! ONE!!
TWO!!!
THHHHHHHWWWWWWAAAAAAAACCCCCCK! Ken: Strange! Strange with the damn chair across Truth's back! Chris: And it only tickles him! CT is on his feet now, staring a hole through the Strange One. CT doesn't throw a blow, though. He just makes is way outside the ring. Ken: Citizen Truth looking for the heavy lumber at ringside! CT... let's go with "encourages" Colin Peterson to move out of his chair. The announcer is quite willing, given his fondness for those good looks. He doesn't get to follow up with the weapon, however. Chris: Strange! Ken: Bobby creeping up on the Heroic Hoss! Bobby's got a chair of his own and – BANG! BANG! Big boot by Truth puts the chair back into the face of Bobby Strange! The Heroic Hoss stoops down to pull up Bobby Strange's carcass, but Dia is up! Diabolique is up! Dia off the farside ropes, suicide di— "THHHHHHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCK!!!!" That one was loud. Ken: Good God! Good God! Citizen Truth! Truth just wrapped that damned chair around Diabolique's head! What a shot! Chris: ...dude. Ken: Dia might be out! CT holding the remnants of that chair aside... can we get another shot of that? Instant replay times, kids! The clip starts with the big boot that put the chair into Bobby Strange's face. Instinct alone guides CT as he picks up the chair – maybe he hears the Mistress' feet, maybe the shift in crowd noise. She soars between the top and middle ropes, lighter than a feather. And meets a sudden stop, courtesy of the wide swing of the Heroic Hoss' chair. Ken: That was... that was perhaps the most brutal thing I have ever seen done to a woman in a wrestling ring. Chris: It was okay. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" Chris: Strange! Ken: Strange from behind with another lowblow on the giant! CT is hurt now. The previous attacks are now taking their toll. Strange picks up the chair, and from his knees, swings the chair up to the hunched over Hoss. That uppercut sends CT tumbling backwards to the mat. Chris: The back of Truth's head bounced off the mats like a damn basketball! Ken: Hessian may be unconscious! Diabolique hasn't moved! Bobby Strange slowly climbs back into the ring... but instead of taking it easy, he starts to climb to the top rope. He somehow steadies his 255lb frame on the top rope, and leaps off with a killer flying elbow drop that nails CT right in the heart. He stays on top for the cover. ONE!!!!
TWWWOOOOOOOO!!!
THRRRRRRRRE---- Any other night, that would've been it. But a certain Mistress, now wielding a Singapore Cane had something to say about it. "THHHHHHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCK!!!!" Ken: What a shot by Dia! Chris: I thought she was out! But it doesn't stop there. Bobby Strange fights through the pain and pulls himself up. He turns to face Diabolique... "THHHHHHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCK!!!!" "THHHHHHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCK!!!!" "THHHHHHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCK!!!!" "THHHHHHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCK!!!!" "THHHHHHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCK!!!!" "THHHHHHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCK!!!!" "THHHHHHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCK!!!!" "THHHHHHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCK!!!!" "THHHHHHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCK!!!!" "THHHHHHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCK!!!!" "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" Ken: Jesus Christ! I have never seen a man beaten with a singapore cane like that! Strange is bleeding from the mouth after that assault to his mid-section! Chris: That was hard to watch! Did you see the blood splatter after the sixth shot? So cool! Ken: Diabolique with the cover! ONEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!! [SFX: DING-DING-DING!] "Mitternacth" by ENomine Colin Peterson: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner – AND STIIILLLLLLLL!!!! PWE VICIOUS CHAMPION! DIIIIIIAAAAAABOLLLLLLLIQUUUUUEEEEEEEEE!! Ken: She did it! She did it! Diabolique's viciousness was too much for both challengers, despite the numbers advantage, and she retains her title! One bloody hand is handed one title belt. She raises it aloft. But celebration is cut short by some unfamiliar music. "Y'all better hope radio and video
Dia looks around confused expecting someone to run down but nobody every comes, after a few moments the music stops. The crowd is now confused as well, Dia gives a shoulder shrug to the confused fans. With that she begins to walk up the ramp until all of a sudden a man wearing black with a black ski mask emerges from under the ring with a wooden baseball bat in his hands. The crowd begins going nuts but Dia never sees it coming, CRACK! The crowd now drops into a silent state of shock as Dia falls to the ground out cold in a pile of splinters, the wooden bat practically designated on impact. The masked man now grabs the Vicious title and pulls a can of spray pain from his pocket, the man begins to spray something on the title before throwing it on the ground and exiting through the crowd. The cameras zoom in on the Vicious title, which simply reads "M". Security quickly rush behind the masked man in pursuit as officials, including Christian Connolly rush out to check on the fallen champion. Time's Up WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Okay, we'll accept that as a valuable use of time, but just barely. Standing by with the Pimp in the Polo (Catholic) is the God in the Ring Gear (Massy T). BC: Masaharu, we're just moments from what is unquestionable one of the big matches of your career. What's running through your head right now? MT: What's running through my head, Bob Catholic? Right this second, I'm a molecule of focused intensity. I've laced up my boots just right, and I'm ready to go out there and whip the Main Man from post to post. BC: Now, you maintain that it's not personal between you and Hardaway, do you stand by that? MT: I decidedly do. It's easy to take some stuff in this business personally, but I've got no illusions about what tonight is. It's a match to decide, once and for fucking all, who is the big dog between Masaharu Tanabashi and some thug with a mean streak. BC: So your only concern is going out there and letting your ring work speak for itself? No worries that Derek might bait you into letting your emotions get the best of you? MT: How would he? I'm delightfully apathetic towards the guy. He's using me to try and prop himself up in the company and I'm, in turn, using him to prove that I'm the best big-match wrestler this company's ever seen. We're like happy, totally dysfunctional, and one hundred percent heterosexual couple. BC: Fair enough. How do you think Derek has prepared to face a wrestler of your caliber and experience? MT: Praying. A lot. BC: One final question, and then I'll let you get to it, Masaharu. If you win tonight, what's the next step? Will you try to challenge the winner of the main event and reclaim the Universal Title? MT: Haven't you ever heard the Jordin Sparks song, Bob Catholic? "One step at a time." That's what I'm all about. When I walk out of here, head held victoriously high from having pulverized that mongrel Hardaway, then I'll be ready to talk about the future. But right now, the only thing I can wrap my brain tentacles around is proving beyond a doubt that I'm Derek Hardaway's better. BC: Thanks for your time, Masaharu. Good luck tonight. MT: And good luck to you, Bob Catholic. BC: Good luck with what? MT: I dunno, it just sounded polite. Gotta run. As Tanabashi takes off for the gorilla position, Catholic turns back to the camera. BC: There you have it, fans. Masaharu Tanabashi all but promising that he'll pin Derek Hardaway for a clean one, two, three in just a couple moments. Don't go anywhere! Masaharu Tanabashi vs. Derek Hardaway Ken: Here we go. Derek Hardaway's in the building. You expecting a crazy entrance from this guy? Chris: About the time that they're selling frozen lemonade in Hell, Stevenson. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! The crowd goes in a frenzy of boos and any other insults they can hurl as one of the most hated and evil wrestlers in PWE history emerges from the backstage area. He pauses after taking a few steps down the ramp as the chorus kicks in. Derek starts his death march as the music returns to verse, taking heavy, steady steps down the ramp. Fans bark at him, shake fists, and offer their disapproval. He ignores them as he reaches the bottom. He steps onto the apron and starts to climb the first turnbuckle. He looks out to the crowd, lips curled in, spreading his thunder-cloud glare to the arena in a wide arc as the chorus hits once again and Colin Peterson does his thang. Colin Peterson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is for one fall and can be decided by pinfall, submission, countout, or knockout. Coming to the ring first... he weighs in at 258 pounds... from Charlotte, North Carolina... THE MAIN MAN, DEREK HARDAWAY! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! The 'Carolina Bruiser hops down and steps into the ring as the music breaks down and the lights dim. Smoke begins to pour from the Red Sox dugout, as the crowd's buzz grows. Ken: Last year, Tanabashi had a pretty simple entrance. His eyes were on the prize. You think that stays the same this year? Chris: Might as well be, so he can get right down to the business of taking his ass-whipping. "Who's controlling all the misery and pain
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! This time around, the fans know who's coming out to Gamma Ray. Even so, they're cheering their Bostonian asses off. They don't need surprise or suspense. They're cheering because they KNOW that Masaharu Tanabashi is in the hizouse. "We crawl up to the skies." With the tempered, somber strings come slow, searching green and silver lights. While there's still no sign of Tanabashi, his signature colors continue to elicit a reaction from the Fenway faithful. Chris: This song weirds me out. "We're the last before the storm.
And that's where the roof blows off. Cue "King Felino And The Slay Ground" by Bjorn Lynne WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! The PWE*View gives the final indicator, for those who are both deaf and not paying attention. T A N A B A S H I WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Colin Peterson: And now... weighing in at 235 pounds... from Osaka, Japan... THE STEEL CAGE WARRIOR, MASAHARU TANABASHI! From the smoky dugout, the top of a perfectly coiffed head seems to rise out of the mist. From that smoke, the entire form of the former Universal Champion rises. Chris: Umm...am I having an acid flashback or is Tanabashi levitating? Ken: The latter...I think. Indeed, the Warrior is just kind of floating, with arms folded across his chest, and you better believe the patrons in the seats (well, standing in them) are going bananas, apples, and pears. And as Bjorn Lynne smashes the ear molecules of everyone in attendance, Masaharu Tanabashi, still hovering in the air, zooms out of the dugout and down the Y-shaped ramp. Chris: Holy shit. Ken: Is that...no...wait, yes! Chris: God, I hate him so much but that is SO cool. Ken: Folks, Masaharu Tanabashi appears to be riding a...well, a hoverboard. Floating inches above the ground is, indeed, a hovering oblong board that makes everyone wish they were in Back To The Future. Tanabashi doesn't seem to have much control of the board, but he's still able to give out a couple high-fives here and there. It takes him a moment to reach the ring, at which point he hops off the hoverboard with a grin that says "oh, this little thing?" Ken: Ha! What an entrance for Tanabashi! Tossing the hoverboard underneath the ring (you can't just leave a sweet ride like that sitting out), Tanabashi slides underneath the bottom ring, cracking his knuckles as Tommy Giles checks both competitors for weapons. Chris: Think he'd let me borrow that? Ken: For some reason, no. Tanabashi and Hardaway look at one another. Perhaps-no, certainly-this is the last time they'll ever do battle. Like with any great athletic contest, there must be a winner. There must be a loser. The only question still left up in the air, after weeks of jaw-jacking, grandstanding, and stalling...is who will play which role? Ken: Hardaway and Tanabashi locking up in the middle of the ring. This thing is on and, folks, may I say that whatever your feelings towards this feud, seeing this level of talent in the ring is pretty awe-inspiring. Still locking horns with his foe, Derek Hardaway lifts a knee into Tanabashi's midsection. The Steel Cage Warrior lets out an audible "oof!" but doesn't step away from the hold. Instead, he kicks from the side, landing a blow with his foot just below Derek's knee. The 'Carolina Bruiser nearly buckles, but doesn't let go of the hold. He goes for another rising knee, but Tanabashi anticipates the move, and catches Derek's leg, in one swift motion whipping Hardaway to the mat and spinning around. Ken: Tanabashi with the single leg crab in the middle of the ring! This thing could be over before it starts! Chris: A match like this ending so quickly? Christian Connolly would shit a brick. Wrenching at Derek's back with the single leg crab, Tanabashi is in full control. He's fresh, and full of piss and vinegar, allowing him ratchet up the intensity of the hold, as pressure builds up in Derek's lower back, which is being bent at quite the unnatural angle. Tanabashi probably knows, from his chronic back problems, exactly what Derek is feeling. But that doesn't make him any more merciful. Ken: I...don't know what to say. I'm not sure I've ever seen a Cyberslam match go this badly for someone this early. Chris: The degree to which Connolly is gonna throw a shitfit, if one of his marquee matches turns out to be a two-minute dud, is equally unprecedented. Derek begins a slow crawl, elbow over elbow, towards the ropes. His advantage in brawn allows him to gain some ground, even though Tanabashi keeps the hold locked on tight. The crowd, barely even into the match, begins to buzz a bit. Slow realization seems to spread through the crowd that the match is, in deed, in jeopardy right now. They're not used to matches, no less PPV ones, being contested at any point in the first five minutes. Ken: Tanabashi just got the drop on Derek. That's all you can say. Chris: I can say plenty of other things. Like, "my first wife was and still very much is a lying whore." Ken: Good to see you brought your A-material for the big show. Tanabashi wrenches. Derek crawls. Tanabashi wrenches. Derek crawls. Ken: Tommy Giles looks a bit befuddled at the situation, but what can he do? Chris: Nothing. Unlike NBA officials, PWE refs don't change the outcome of a match depending on whether they bet the under or over. Just over an arm's length away from the ring ropes, Derek extends an arm. But he's a whisker short. Again, he throws out a long limb, and again, he's a whisker short. Tanabashi, realizing that Derek has a way out of this hold within reach, leans back. It honestly looks like Tanabashi might topple over backwards. The veins in his forehead are popping out as he tries to do something that is nigh impossible: make Derek Hardaway quit. Ken: This may come down, right now, to whether Tanabashi has the strength to bring Hardaway back to the middle of the ring. Because, to be honest-and I know Derek Hardaway's a proud, strong, fighter-I think the element of surprise might be too much. Chris: You kidding me? Wade can do this for hours. This feels like a spa treatment to him. Derek reaches out again... WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ken: Tanabashi just dragged Hardaway back to the center of the ring! Chris: Well, shit. Ken: The crowd didn't expect this. This match was supposed to be about the wrestling and yet it might have the least wrestling of any match on the docket! Chris: As much as I hate to say it, this is about the wrestling. Tanabashi used his sneaky Vietcong tactics and pulled one over on ol' Derek. Ken: Tanabashi just punishing Derek right now with this single leg crab. Under this kind of duress, even Derek Hardaway might have to tap. It's pretty familiar now. Masaharu Tanabashi, determined to prove his longstanding argument that Derek Hardaway doesn't belong in the same ring as him, leans back, every ounce of his body poured into a mind-numbingly painful hold on the Blue-Collar Brawler, who, despite his high threshold for pain, may pass out from this hold before he ever gets a chance to hit an offensive maneuver in the ring. Chris: Our purist fans are blowing their respective loads over this match right now. Flashbulbs begin to go off and louder cheers for Tanabashi can be heard as more fans buy into the notion that this ain't no act, and that Derek is truly in jeopardy of losing in historic fashion. Ken: Tanabashi had a trump card ready for Derek tonight. I think he carefully planned this out. Chris: He claims to be doing this for the fans and he's gonna win ugly like this? Showman, my ass. Ken: There are rare moments when even a fan favorite has to weigh his obligation as an entertainer against his athletic drive to win. And we know that Tanabashi's got one of the most notorious competitive streaks in the business. Tanabashi leans back even further than before and Derek has nowhere to go. He's not even trying anymore as it looks like the life has been sapped from him, and the referee has no choice but the check him out. The referee lifts Derek's left arm once... and it drops soundly. A second time.. and it drops again. Ken: I.. I can't believe what I'm seeing. Chris: You can't believe it.. what about me?! This has got to be a sick joke, and Derek is gonna kick out anytime now. I'm sure everyone else watching believes the same thing... and when Giles raises Derek's hand for a third time, everyone expected the life to fill Hardaway again, and the fight would continue. Not tonight, folks. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! As the bell rings, and "King Felino And The Slay Ground" rages over the PA system, Masaharu Tanabashi looks genuinely satisfied. Tommy Giles raises his hand as the winner, as the cheers continue. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Colin Peterson: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by submission... MASSSAAAAAHAAAAARRRUUUU TANNNNNNAAAAAABASHIIII WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Tanabashi raises a hand for the fans, as he stares down at the fallen Hardaway. Chris: This was surprising brutal. Ken: Chris, I don't think even Tanabashi expected the match to end like this, so quickly. Tanabashi climbs out the ring, and makes his way towards the dugout, slapping hands with as many fans as he can get to as the referee checks on a now awakening Derek Hardaway. Catholic And The Door Ken (OSV): Bob – Bob, can you hear me? Catholic touches his ear-piece. Catholic: Sure can, Ken. Ken (OSV): So she didn’t say a word to you? Catholic: That’s right. Just walked right by me. Ken (OSV): That doesn’t really sound like her. She typically stops long enough to greet you with an insult. Catholic: I was surprised too. But I’m telling you, Ken, there’s something different in the champ’s eyes tonight. I can’t explain it, but you’ll understand when you see her later on. And as we all know, and as she’s reminded us of countless times, Tomoko Hanahara has had a historic career. But this match, tonight, might well be the most momentous of all – the chance to walk out of Cyberslam, the biggest wrestling show on the planet, not just with the Universal title, but having beaten the one person to blemish her PWE record. Ken (OSV): What are you hearing backstage? Is the roster talking about tonight’s match? Catholic: Who isn’t talking about the Main Event? The roster, the ring crew, the arena staff – everyone’s got chills just thinking about it. Hanahara vs. Randolph II at the biggest Pay Per View of the year? How can you possibly top that? And I’ve got to tell you, after getting a look at Hanahara, I have no doubt that she’s going to deliver. Ken (OSV): Well, Bob, keep up the good work. Whenever Hanahara decides to show her face, we’ll be waiting eagerly. Catholic: Thanks, Ken. Shawn Christopher (c) vs. Hawaiian Hardhead Chris: Jesus Christ, man! Are you done? There are two of us out here, you know. Ken: Okay, what constructive tidbit do you have to add? Chris: I think you pretty much covered it. Ken: (sigh) Let’s send it to Colin. Colin Peterson: Ladies and gentlemen…. the following contest is scheduled for one fall.. and is for the GATEWAY CHAMPEEEOONSHIP!! Crowd: RUAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Fog starts to rise from the 3rd base dugout as an amazing laser light show begins to flash in myriad patterns throughout the stadium. A familiar, and despised, keyboard sound pumps through the PA system providing a rhythmic background for the lasers to dance to. It doesn’t take long for the crowd’s enthusiasm to take a negative turn. Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! "The Shit" by Danger Mouse & Jemini Out from the smoke and up the dugout steps runs two lines of Enemigo’s decked out in riot gear. They take position along the path to the ring, setting up a barrier between the walkway and the fans. Ken: I don’t know what the hell’s going on here, but knowing Shawn Christopher it can’t be good. Chris: I’d want as much protection from these idiots as I could get, too, if I was him. They’re the rednecks of the north. A few pieces of debris pelt Chris in the head and back. Chris: See what I mean? Back at the 3rd base dugout, more figures begin to rise from the fog. First up the stairs is Mr. Simmons, personal bodyguard to the next man to exit the dugout. Colin Peterson: Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennslyvania….he weighs in at 245 lbs….accompanied by his bodyguard Mr. Simmons…..The Chairman… The Mecca... The SUPERwrestler... the Cult Icon... and your reigning and defending PWE GATEWAY CHAMPION.. SHAAAAAAWWWWN CHRRRRRRIISSSSSSTTAAAAPPPHHHERRRRR!!! Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! SC climbs the dugout steps, wearing a pair of black brief-like wrestling trunks with gold SC on the front and back, and the Gateway title straped around his waist. He takes a few steps onto the field, a smug look on his face as he looks out upon the massive crowd. Beer cups, food wrappers, and other debris fly down from the stands. SC turns and motions toward the dugout, and four more figures emerge from the fog. Ken: Oh, no he didn’t! Chris: Oh, yes he did! Ken: We’re liable to see someone die….right here, right now. The crowd almost blows up the stadium with a massive chorus of boos, the likes perhaps have never been heard before. Emerging from the dugout are George Steinbrenner, Hank Steinbrenner, Joba Chamberlain, and Bucky "Fucking" Dent. The four men are decked out in immaculately tailored suits, all dark in color. Joba wears his flat-brim hat and does his fist-pump routine as the crowd spews it’s venom toward some of the most hated men ever in Boston. The smile on SC’s face could light up the stadium as he soaks in the reception his guests are receiving. Ken: I can’t believe that Shawn Christopher went ‘there’. If Hardhead doesn’t kill him tonight, one of the fans most certainly will. Chris: Look at this, will ya? The Boss and DA BOSS~! together on the hallowed ground of Fenway Park. SC shakes each man’s hand, exchanging idle chit-chat as the Enemigo’s are put to the test by the fans. The Steinbrenners each raise their arms up and give the crowd the bird, bringing even more heat down on them, if that’s even possible. Joba continues to do his fist pump routine as if he just struck out Pedroia, Youkilis, and Bay on nine pitches. Meanwhile, Bucky Dent just makes a motion toward the outfield with his outstretched arm, ‘Calling his shot’, if you weeeill. SC applauds his guests, clapping and smiling. Crowd: FUCK THE YANKEES!! CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!! The crowd is absolutely out of it’s mind as the SC and Co., continue to mug near the dugout. SC orders Mr. Simmons toward the ring, and the King of Greed follows him. Meanwhile, George Steinbrenner taps Hank on the shoulder. He says something to him, which Hank relays to Joba and Bucky. The four men all line up on the field, facing the crowd, and begin to unzip their pants. Then they all start to dig for their members. Ken: What the…?! Are they going to piss on the field? Chris: It does look like it needs a little fertilizer over there. As SC reaches the pitchers mound, he turns around and sees what the Steinbrenners, Chamberlain, and Dent are doing. He laughs for a moment, but a bright flash of light nearly blinds everyone in the stadium. A bolt of lightning crackles down from the cloudless sky, striking down George, Hank, Joba, and Bucky. Ken: OH MY GOD!! Crowd: RUAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The crowd unleashes a thunderous ovation for the Heavens as SC stands there stunned. Paramedics rush to the scene and begin to treat the four men as they lay motionless on the field. Four stretchers are brought out, and the men are unceremoniously loaded onto them. The Boston EMT’s don’t even strap the men down before wheeling them off the field, receiving a standing ovation from the fans. Shawn’s face is flush, his jaw slack with shock. The Enemigo’s file back into the dugout, leaving SC standing alone on top of the pitchers mound. He slowly turns and heads toward the ring, sulking as the fans turn their attention back to him. Ken: Shawn Christopher had designs on turning Fenway Park upside down prior to his match with Hawaiian Hardhead, and those plans backfired in a major way! Chris: That was terrible, Ken, and you sound like you’re happy about it! Ken: It all comes out in the wash, my friend. Chris: I don’t want to hear about the stains in your underwear at a time like this. Mr. Simmons leads SC to the ring, where the King of Greed slowly climbs the steel ring steps. He’s slowly regaining his composure after the horrific sight (to him anyway) he just witnessed. Shawn takes a position in the far corner and turns to face the 1st base dugout in anticipation of his opponent’s arrival. The crowd erupts as the familiar base line of the beginning of Nu Jerzey Devil’s "Different Girl" pumps over the announce system. Colin Peterson: And now…… Crowd: RAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! A figure appears from inside the dugout, but it’s not HHH. I get it popping everyday i got a new chick
The figure is none other than the Nu Jerzey Devil. Dressed in all black, and wearing a pair of sunglasses, the rapper belts out the tune as HHH appears behind him. Crowd: RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! "I want a sunday to monday bunny!
The PWEview in front of the Green Monster flickers to life, two words flashing on the screen, one after the other. Hawaiian. Hardhead. Crowd: RUAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH Pyrotechnics shoot up into the sky from outside the stadium. Colin Peterson: Making his way toward the ring….from Tampa, Florida….he weighs in at 313 pounds…. he is the 2009 State Penn Winner….Ladies and Gentlemen, the challenger... "THE INSANE DELGADO" HAAAAAWWWAAIIIIIAN HARRRRRRRDDHHEEAAAAAAAAD!!! The crowd is on its feet, in full roar as HHH gives the Devil a high five then heads toward the ring. The Insane Delgado tries to slap every hand on his way down the aisle, pausing for a moment on the pitchers mound as flash bulbs strobe throughout the stadium. He takes it all in, turning a full circle on the mound with his arms outstretched. HHH pounds his right fist to his chest three times, then continues on his way to the ring. As many fans as he can get’s a second of HHH’s time while his opponent wears a disgusted scowl on his face. HHH reaches ringside and makes lap around the ring, stopping near the special little man he met this week with the Make A Wish Foundation, Christopher Edwards. The little boy is going out of his mind, cheering for his hero while thrusting his replica Universal Title belt over his head. HHH offers the child's mother a handshake, before giving young Christopher a high five. The crowd continues to roar as the Insane Delgado climbs the ring steps, pausing one more time to soak in the adulation from the crowd. HHH steps through the ropes, almost instantly becoming focused on the task at hand. His eyes show determination as he stares across the ring at Shawn Christopher. SC and HHH stand in opposing corners. The Cult Icon eyes narrow as he glances from side to side, disgusted with the Boston crowd. HHH pulls on the top rope, stretching one last time before hopping from foot to foot. The adrenaline is coursing through his veins as the crowd continues to motivate him. HHH smirks at SC, whose only reaction is to curl his upper lip. The bell sounds. Ken: This one is underway, folks! HHH looks to continue his rise and destroy Shawn Christopher. Chris: You don’t give Shawn near enough credit, Ken. The Chairman will find a way to rain on HHH’s parade and walk out with the Gateway title. HHH and SC slowly start to circle the ring. SC’s gait is more of a sadistic saunter as HHH closes in behind him. HHH takes a swipe at SC, who speeds up his pace. The cat and mouse game finally reaches an end, and the two combatants charge each other for a classic collar and elbow tie up. The crowd roars as HHH easily shoves SC back into a corner, using his height and weight advantage to its fullest. SC cringes and turns his head, bringing another smirk to the face of The Insane Delgado. The referee starts a five count, and HHH backs away for a clean break. Ken: Good show of sportsmanship by Hardhead. He should have knocked his head right off. Chris: That’s was a wonderfully biased commentary, Ken. The Killer backs to the center of the ring as SC slowly moves out of the corner, scowling at his waiting opponent. Shawn wipes his hands on his tights, then moves in again toward SC. The two lock up, and HHH quickly shoves SC hard to the mat with a single powerful thrust. The crowd roars as SC scampers toward the ropes, clutching his back. The Greediest Player in the Game motions to the referee that HHH pulled his hair, reaching behind his head and jerking it back. Ken: Are you kidding me? Chris: Just because Shawn maintains his appearance, unlike that heathen Hardhead, doesn’t mean that the Insane Cheater can’t get a handful of hair. As SC continues to complain, the referee shrugs his shoulders and questions HHH about the alleged hair pull. The Insane Delgado simple laughs as he shakes his head back and forth. The ref quickly gives up his pursuit of the complaint and orders the men back into action. HHH beckons at Shawn with his right index finger from the center of the ring. The King of Greed snarls and charges in once again. HHH goes to lock up with SC, but Shawn ducks under HHH’s arms and hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. A shoulder block attempt follows, with SC’s back slamming against the mat once again as HHH doesn’t budge even an inch. SC quickly rolls out of the way, moving all the way out of the ring to the ground. An irate Shawn Christopher slams the mat with his fists as the crowd loves every minute of it. Crowd: RAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Ken: If Shawn Christopher arrogantly thinks he can match power with Hardhead, this is going to be a quick contest. There’s no way he can compete with The Insane Delgado in that department. Chris: Christopher’s got more than enough intelligence and ring savvy to beat a muscle head like Hardhead. I’m beginning to think you’re jealous of Shawn, the way you try to put him down any chance you get. Ken: He deserves a hell of a lot worse than what I’m giving him, I’ll tell you that. SC barks at Mr. Simmons, calling him over to act as a shield between him and the fans. The bodyguard does as he’s told as SC glares up into the ring at the waiting HHH. HHH plays to the fans, working them into a frenzy. The referee’s count reaches six, and SC slowly rolls back into the ring. He pulls himself to his feet using the ropes, never taking his eyes off of HHH. HHH walks over toward Shawn, who ducks through the ropes forcing the referee to step in between the two men. The crowd boos as HHH begins to look a little impatient, throwing his hands in the air. Ken: Shawn is really trying to set a slow pace at the outset of this match, and I don’t think it’s sitting too well with Hardhead. Chris: It’s all part of the plan. Shawn exits the ropes and starts to circle the ring. HHH shuffles his feet to follow the Cult Icon, and finally SC comes in for another tie up. SC ducks underneath HHH's arms and wraps HHH in a rear waist lock. Shawn quickly hooks HHH’s leg with his own and trips the Delgado, riding him down to the mat. SC slaps the back of HHH's head before quickly springing back up to his feet and backing away. A seething mad Insane Delgado pops up to his feet and goes after SC, who dives through the ropes and back to the outside, a satisfied smirk on his face. SC turns toward the fans at ringside and taps a finger to his temple, insinuating his intelligence. Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Ken: Shawn Christopher is playing with fire if he thinks those kinds of tactics are going to work on Hardhead. Chris: They’re already work- WATCH OUT BOSS!! Crowd: RUAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! As SC mugs with the fans, HHH reaches through the middle ropes and grabs the King of Greed by the head. The smirk quickly turns to a look of horror as the Delgado drags SC back up into the ring through the ropes. Shawn tries to squirm away, but HHH has an iron grip on him. The Delgado backs Shawn into the ropes, then sends him for the ride to the other side. Shawn comes off and is met by a vicious clothesline courtesy of HHH. The Cult Icon tries to roll out of the ring again, but HHH wags his finger before grabbing a handful of SC’s tights and pulling him back. HHH drags SC to his feet, then whips him into the far corner turnbuckles. Shawn crashes hard into the padded ring joints and rebounds out of the corner, right into the waiting hands of HHH. The Insane Delgado presses SC high into the air over his head, holding him there like some sort of trophy before slamming him down to the canvas. Ken: Gorilla Press Slam from Hardhead!! He almost sent Shawn through the mat! The crowd roars as SC arches his back off the mat in agony, rolling over to his side and grabbing at the small of his back with his hand. HHH stays on the attack, pulling SC to his feet and whipping him into the ropes. Shawn comes off and HHH catches him with a thunderous powerslam, driving him into the mat once more. The Delgado stays on for the cover. One! Two! Ken: Shawn kicks out! I thought it was over! Chris: Please! It takes more than that to keep Shawn down. HHH grabs SC’s arm, dragging him to his feet and then whipping him towards the ropes. SC manages to reverse and send HHH in, only to be nearly decapitated by a running clothesline from The Insane Delgado. SC hits the mat and immediately rolls to the outside, where the unforgiving Boston fans berate him mercilessly. Shawn calls Simmons over, then points toward the 3rd base dugout. The bodyguard starts down the path toward the dugout, with SC following close behind. Ken: What’s going on here? Is Shawn leaving? Chris: He’s had enough of Hardhead’s cheating! It’s obvious that Christian Connolly has fixed this match in his effort to smear the good name and reputation of Mr. Christopher. SC waves his hands toward the ring and follows Mr. Simmons away from ringside, nearly tripping over the pitcher’s mound in the process. HHH slips through the ropes and heads off in pursuit of his retreating opponent. He catches up to Shawn about halfway between the mound and the dugout, bringing a roar of approval from the crowd. HHH spins SC around and fires a stiff right hand to his jaw, buckling Shawn’s knees. HHH grabs Shawn by the back of the neck with one hand and a handful of tights with the other, then steers him back towards the ring. Ken: Hardhead’s bringing Shawn back to the ring! He’s not going to get off that easily! Crowd: Kill Him Kill-er!! Clap Clap Clap-Clap-Clap!! Kill Him Kill-er!! Clap Clap Clap-Clap-Clap!! HHH shoves SC into the ring underneath the bottom rope, then starts to climb up on the apron. Just as he’s pulling himself by the middle ring rope, Mr. Simmons clubs him across the back with a right forearm smash. HHH barely flinches before turning to face the bodyguard, who immediately realizes his mistake and begs for forgiveness. HHH grabs Simmons by his tie and pulls him toward his right fist, connecting with a shot to the side of the head that levels the bodyguard. The distraction, however, allows SC to regroup and come off the ring apron with a double axe handle across HHH’s back and neck. SC staggers forward toward the guardrail, and SC follows up with a knee to the middle of HHH’s back that sends him crashing full on into the barricade. Ken: What a disgrace! The attack by Mr. Simmons gave Shawn just enough of an opening to do some damage to The Insane Delgado! You knew it was only a matter of time before he stuck his nose in this match. Chris: The guy’s just doing his job, Ken. What the hell’s wrong with that? Ken: It’s called cheating, Chris! Chris: Don’t be such a whiny bitch, Ken. SC stalks HHH, following him to the barricade and landing several boots to his back, stopping only for a moment to clutch his back in pain. SC grabs a handful of HHH’s long, dark hair and drags him over to the ring, sending him in under the bottom rope. Shawn follows him in and continues to lay boots into HHH's upper body. SC pulls HHH to his feet, then locks in and executes a Russian Leg Sweep, rolling over in one fluid motion for a cover. One… Two… Power kick out!!! Crowd: RUAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Ken: Hardhead easily kicked out of the pin attempt by SC. He’s not anywhere near being done here tonight! The Delgado sits up on his rear after the kick out as SC scrambles to his feet. Shawn runs up from behind HHH and dives over him, grabbing HHH’s head as he floats over and snapping his head down toward the mat. In an almost whiplash effect, HHH’s body flings back as he clutches at his neck. HHH rises to his feet, hunched over as he continues to grasp at his neck. SC rushes over and drives HHH into the ropes, then uses the recoil momentum to send The Delgado into the far side. As HHH comes off, SC sidesteps and takes him down with a drop toe hold, which he combo’s into an ankle lock! HHH moans in agony as SC torques on the foot, trying to twist it right off HHH’s leg. Ken: Out of nowhere, Shawn has Hardhead with an ankle lock in the center of the ring! Chris: The man is a wrestling tactician, Ken. The referee checks on HHH as his face contorts in pain, but the challenger is adamant that he’s not willing to submit. SC continues to twist the foot of HHH, applying as much pressure as he can to the ankle. The crowd rally’s behind Hardhead, chanting and clapping in support. SC glares out at the crowd as HHH begins to pound the mat in rhythm with the crowd. Shawn begins to look a little worried as HHH presses himself up on his hands in almost a push-up position. HHH tucks his head and rolls through, his weight and momentum pulling SC forward and sending him flying through the ropes to the ground again. The crowd roars in approval as HHH wills his way to his feet, limping badly around the ring. Ken: He’s done it!! Hardhead’s escaped from the ankle lock!! Shawn rises to his feet, and finds himself standing right in front of HHH’s young guest, Christopher Edwards with his mother seated beside him. Shawn immediately starts to bad mouth HHH to them, animatedly pointing alternately at them and Shawn. The crowd goes nuts, booing the champion. Security guards flood the area, trying to both keep the crowd back and keep SC away from Christopher and his mother. As Shawn inches closer to the security barrier, his mother rises to her feet, a scornful glare on her face. SC arrogantly flicks at her face. Ken: What the hell is this all about? Shawn is berating that handicapped young man, Christopher and his mother! They have nothing to do with this match! Chris: She was probably running her mouth and said something that Shawn didn’t like. She looks the type. Ken: You’re both disgusting. The mother moves her head slightly to the side, then suddenly lands a lightning quick slap to the side of Shawn’s head. The crowd explodes as SC reels, clutching the side of his head with a shocked expression on his face. Crowd: RUAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Ken: Mrs. Edwards just smacked the taste out of Shawn Christopher’s mouth!!! What a brave thing to do! Chris: Hardhead should be disqualified for outside interference! She’s got no business getting involved in this match! Ken: Are you nuts? Shawn was going after her! Chris: She’s not that hot. Definitely not Shawn’s type. Ken: What? Strong and independent? Shawn’s blood soon starts to boil, however, and he starts back toward the guardrail. He’s stopped in his tracks, however, as HHH grabs SC by the shoulder and spins him around. The Insane Delgado fires a series of right and left hands to the face and head of SC, dazing him. HHH then grabs SC by the hand and whips him into the steel ring steps, sending them flying several feet as the Cult Icon crashes into them. Christopher and his mother both release loud cheers as HHH moves in on SC like a man possessed. The Insane Delgado pulls SC to his feet by his head, then drives said head into the ring apron before sending Shawn into the ring. HHH quickly slides under the bottom rope and gets to his feet. SC meanwhile is already over at the far ropes, tugging on them to get to a vertical base of his own. HHH wastes no time and stops SC from getting up by delivering a hard knee into the side of his head. Shawn falls to the canvas, holding his head in his hands. HHH grabs a large handful of whatever hair SC has on his head and drags him to his knees. The ref admonishes HHH for the tactic and The Delgado shoves SC into the corner. He lines him up and hoists him to the turnbuckle. Ken: What's Hardhead have planned now? Chris: I don't know, but Shawn better figure out something and fast. The Insane Delgado braces himself as he grabs Shawn in something of a hip toss type hold. The crowd rises to their feet as SC is suddenly airborne. Flash bulbs ignite Fenway Park as The Gateway champion flips head over heels and crashes to the canvas still in the grip of his opponent as HHH sits out with the move. Crowd: RUAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Ken: Did you see the height Hardhead got on that move? He just tossed Sawn over half way across the ring! Now that's power. Chris just shakes his head as HHH makes it back to his feet. He then proceeds to plant some well places boots into the torso of SC. He focuses mainly on his chest and stomach, before SC covers himself up. A couple shots to the arms ends his short lived defense. HHH then pulls nelson to his knees and looks to hook in a Dragon Sleeper. Ken: Hardhead taking a page out of Shawn's playbook!!! Hardhead looking to end his match right here with a submission hold! Chris: Shawn won't let him lock it in. Wrestling Tactician remember? But Chris obviously can't see the future all that well as HHH wrenches down and locks his massive arm around the head and neck of the Cult Icon. The pain is immediately evident in the features of Shawn as his arms and legs flail out, but it only allows HHH to sink the hold in deeper. The crowd is going ballistic as The Inglorious Bastard is stuck in the middle of the ring. Ken: This match is in the books! Shawn is going to be forced to tap out or pass out due to the pain of this hold. Ones neck isn't supposed to bend that way! Chris: Simmons! Just in the nick of time, the bodyguard of Shawn Christopher hops on the ring apron and gets the referee's attention. HHH quickly breaks the match ending hold and charges the smaller man. The ref quickly dives out of the way and HHH spears Simmons into oblivion, sending him crumpling down to the mat. Ken: Hardhead is quick as a cat sending Mr. Simmons to the outside in a hurry. Chris: He's paid to take bumps. And look! Shawn Christopher wills himself to his feet and charges himself. HHH senses something is wrong with the crowds reaction and turns right on time. He grabs SC as he charges and flips him over the top, sending him to the mats alongside his ailing bodyguard. Crowd: RUAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Ken: The Boston crowd is loving this. Shawn is getting everything he deserves. As The Cult Icon rolls to his knees, he pounds his fists on the mat, wondering just what he has to do to get the upper hand. He gets to his feet and quickly sees the answer he is looking for. Meanwhile, HHH tries to come out of the ring after him and the ref breaks his count to step in between him and the ropes. The Insane Delgado backs off with his hands in the air until he spots SC over the shoulder of the official. Ken: Hey come on! That's not right! Shawn Christopher has a stroke of genius and grabs the replica title belt from one Christopher Edwards. The youngster doesn't know what to do as SC crouches near the apron, hiding his new found prize. Mrs. Edwards steps close to the barricade where she is held back by security. HHH meanwhile pushes the official to the side causing him to lose his balance and reaches through the ropes. With quick reflexes, SC springs up and crushes HHH's face with the hard faceplate of that replica title he stole. HHH falls back into the ring, clutching his head with a bit of distress in his motions. Ken: He could have taken an eye out with that shot Chris! What a despicable moth- Chris: Hey watch it partner! Shawn's being a nice guy after his mind wins the advantage, look. The Former Chairman of the XWF shows a massive grin on his facial features as he hands the title back to Christopher at ringside. Security is right there, holding back the fans and family around him. Shawn Christopher: See kid? He's done. Thanks for the help. Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Chris: Awwwww, he thanked him. Isn't that kind? Ken: What the hell?! This poor kid is gonna feel guilty for the rest of his life if that move causes HHH to lose this match! SC rolls under the ring ropes as the ref is checking on HHH. The PWEView is centered on the covered face of HHH and once he moves his hands, the damage is evident. His entire forehead is covered in a mask of crimson. The large cut above his eye is easily in view and Shawn laughs at his handywork. Ken: Disgusting. Hardhead is making a kid's wish come true here tonight and Shawn does something like this? Chris: Hey cool it. Shawn just made that belt more valuable. Check the corners of that faceplate and you'll see a few layers of Hawaiian-skin buried in it. Ken: Did it take you all night to come up with that gem? SC circles the downed challenger and plants a foot directly into the cut on HHH's head. The blood continues to pour as HHH is seemingly stunned from the illegal shot with the belt. SC flips him on his back and presses the sole of his boot right into the forehead of The Insane Delgado, mashing the wound and possibly tearing the skin even more. The crowd is irate now, tossing verbal insults the way of The Cult Icon but he just lets them slide off his back as he is happy with his work. Chris: Now's the time for Shawn to wind this thing down and end the career of this musclebound freak. Ken: I hate to admit it, but the damage may have been done. SC drags The Rising Star to his feet as he plants a hard right into the gash on HHH's forehead. It's normally a blow that would barely faze him, but the sting of the shot on an open wound is enough to send HHH back into the ropes clutching at his face. His black hair is getting darker and wet with his own blood as he flicks it out of his face. The gash is once again visible to everyone looking. Ken: Oh man, that cut is really deep. The referee might have to stop this contest. Hardhead is losing a lot of blood. Chris: Can we cue up the replay of that belt shot? It evens up this match since that kids' mother hit Shawn earlier. SC grabs the hair of the much larger star and talks a bit of smack before pulling his head under his arm. He jumps into the air and comes crashing backwards, planting the blood covered face of HHH straight into the canvas. He leaves a visible mark on the mat as he turns to his side. Shawn quickly realizes he's got HHH hurt and flips him onto his back for the cover. One...
Ken: Hardhead is not done yet! SC is quickly back to his feet and hits the ropes. On the rebound, he jumps into the air and plants a knee right into the forehead of HHH, staining himself with the crimson mask of his opponent. He repeats the process again. And as he makes it three, the crowd really gets on his back. Crowd: ASSHOLE!!! ASSHOLE!!! ASSHOLE!!! Chris: What disrespect! Shawn is close to winning himself a hefty payday and a shiny new wrestling contract and this is what these people say? Ken: Not a more true word in their vocabulary. Chris: Based on the looks of them, not a larger word in their vocab either. SC bounces off the ropes once more and drops a hard leg across the throat of HHH and goes for another cover. One...
HHH curls his shoulder, escaping the clutches of defeat once again. SC punds a single fist on the mat in frustration as he mounts HHH and fires repeated fists into his forehead. The referee begins his count of five for SC to break. Ken: He's gotta watch it here. He won't win anything if he gets disqualified. Before the count can reach five though, HHH grabs SC by his shoulder and tosses him off. Quickly though, SC remounts the challenger and starts his assault again. This time, a count of three is heard before HHH once again shoves SC off. HHH rolls to his knees and grabs the middle rope. SC is quick to pounce again and begins to claw and tear at the wound. HHH bares down and thrusts his arms back, knocking the champion across the ring. HHH is on one knee now and the crowd is beginning to wake up. Ken: This assault appears to be making Hardhead angry now! Looks like the adrenaline is starting to flow! Chris: Not so fast! SC runs acorss the ring and leaps into the air, bringing a swinging kick crashing right into the skull of Hardhead. The Insane Delgado crumples to the mat, severely affected by the flying foot of SC. Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! SC for another quick cover... One...
Crowd: RUAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! HHH kicks out with some power this time and the crowd can feel him regaining some momentum. Shawn with his quick thinking leaps on top of HHH and locks in a reverse chin lock. He falls to his side dragging the much larger frame of HHH down with him. He tightens his grip and the pressure causes more blood to flow from the wound. The official is quick to check the status of the cut before questioning HHH himself. A quick swipe of his hand in response ends his questioning. Ken: The wear down hold doesn't seem to be doing the trick as Hardhead seems to be gaining energy. Chris: Damnit! So close! The crowd is getting behind HHH as he fights to his knees. With a little more effort, the support of the sold out audience brings HHH to just one knee. He begins to shake with adrenaline and he stands, effectively lifting SC with him onto his shoulders. He claws at the grip of the Icon, but he cannot break the neck lock. Instead, he backs up and slams Shawn's back right into the turnbuckle, breaking the hold in a hurry. HHH moves away from him and turns to find SC following. HHH swings and connects with the cheek of SC, sending him down to the mat. Quick to pop up, SC turns right into another fist from The Insane Delgado. The process repeats itself two more times to the delight of the Boston PWE'ers. Ken: It's not looking good for our Gateway champion all of a sudden Chris. He's getting creamed with those shots! SC gets his his feet after the fourth shot but is staggering. He stumbles right into the arms of HHH who lets loose with a primal roar carrying SC into a spin and planting him into the canvas with authority. Crowd: RUAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Ken: What a devastating spinebuster by the Insane Delgado. Chris: This can't be happening! One...
THRE... NO! Crowd: TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! SC barely gets his shoulder up off the canvas. The Insane Delgado flips his hair back, the blood drying to his face as the seconds go by. He grabs SC by the neck and drags him up. Chris: Shawn can't lose! It just won't happen. Ken: Hardhead apparently can't hear you! Sure enough, HHH lifts SC into the air in a gutwrench and powers him down to the mat with a powerbomb combination. Instead of a cover though, HHH moves to the corner and steps through the ropes, grabbing the turnbuckle and climbing up. Ken: This is very unorthadox. Hardhead barely ever climbs the ropes unless he's in the ring with someone bigger than he is. Chris: This is it! Move Mr. Christopher! MOVE! HHH perches himself on the ropes as the crowd is going absolutely mad. In a sight rarely seen, HHH stands high above the ropes with amazing balance for a man of his size. He leaps and the entire stadium lights up in camera flashes... Chris: MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!!!! Crowd: RUAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Ken: What a tremendous elbow across the throat and chest of the Gateway champ! This one is over! Hardhead's hooks the leg...
TWO.....
NO?! Crowd: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Chris: He's up! Ken: Wow... HHH looks at the official in disbelief as he holds three fingers up. The official shakes his head and holds two up in return and flicks his shoulder to signal that somehow Shawn Christopher is still alive in this match. Crowd:HARD-HEAD!!! HARD-HEAD!!! HARD-HEAD!!! HHH smiles, ready to lay the finishing touches on SC. He gets to his feet and leans into a corner. Shawn Christopher is crawling to an opposite side of the ring. The Cult Icon uses all the energy he has and drags himself up to one knee. HHH is now crouched, preparing the entire PWE World for what they all want to see... Ken: Hawaiian Death Roll is coming! Chris: This can't be happening! If I had half a mind I'd... Ken: You'd what? Jump in there and stop that freight train? Chris: Ok so it's not a well thought out plan. GET OUT OF THE WAY!!! Chris' call falls on deaf ears as SC turns and sees the seething face of HHH charging at him. It's all slow motion to the sold out crowd, to Hardhead and most of all to Shawn Christopher. He just doesn't have the energy to move from the path HHH is taking and contact is made. Crowd: RUAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Shawn Christopher's neck is jarred back as he crashes to the canvas with HHH locked around his neck. The foundation of Fenway shakes and would have collapsed had it not been constructed so well back in the day. HHH rolls over and covers Shawn and the three count is all but academic.
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!
The crowd is in a frenzy, but Chris is in one of his own. Chris: TWO! TWO! TWO GOD-DAMNIT TWOTWOTWOOOOOOOOO! In disbelief, Ken looks over and sees the ref signalling two to everyone watching around the world. Shawn Christopher's foot is under the bottom rope and clearing the apron. No one is sure if it was planned that way or it was just a natural reaction, but let the record show that Shawn Christopher has survived the Hawaiian Death Roll. He's somehow survived a hold that put countless stars down for three in the years past. HHH's jaw is on the canvas as he shakes his head in disbelief. Ken: Hardhead can't believe what just happened! He's pleading with the ref, wondering just how Shawn Christopher survived. The PWEView shows the replay of the past half minute of events. HHH goes for the cover to end the contest and the refs hand comes down for one. Then two... and the leg of SC jerks upwards, trying to hit the ropes. He just didn't have the energy and his leg falls and slides out to pass the apron barely before the ref's hand struck the mat for three. Ever on the ball, our resident zebra corrects his original count to two as the entire building gets thrown into Armageddon. The bell didn't ring. The match was still active. Ken: I don't believe it. The Cult Icon just survived Hawaiian Death Roll. Maybe he really has a heart under all that greed. Chris: I'm gonna have a heart attack! You can't beat Shawn Christopher! HHH is beginning to think the same thing as Chris as his hands run through his hair. The surprise is etched on his facial features as he bows down to raise SC from the canvas. Ken: Not again! Mr. Simmons, long since recovered, circles the ring and grabs the ropes. HHH drops SC to the mat as he reaches for the bodyguard who manages to move out of the way. HHH reaches to his limit and grabs Simmons. The bodyguard tries to fight free and fortunately for him, he is steady on his feet. He pushes hard as he can and causes HHH to stumble back. The official does not signal for the bell and The champ sees his opening and quickly drops down behind HHH, tripping him up and rolling him over in a school boy. Ken: Not like this!!! Chris: YES!!! ONE...Shawn has the tights, pulling them very hard as the official can't see it. TWO... Hardhead shakes his legs as hard as he can, finally breaking SC's hold on his tights. Shawn releases the pin attempt and falls off HHH's legs. THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Crowd: RUAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Ken: THANK GOD THIS MATCH DIDN'T END LIKE THAT! Chris: THAT WAS THE SLOWEST COUNT EVER! And Shawn thinks the same thing, but he doesn't have time to argue as both men get to their feet. Mr. Simmons is up on the apron as he looks to distract the referee. Shawn grabs HHH and goes to whip him into the waiting Simmons, but HHH reverses and SC collides right into his own bodyguard. Crowd: RUAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! SC stumbles back and HHH hooks him with the front facelock. He lifts him up, and drives him down hard with the Hawaiian Hammer. Ken: HAWAIIAN HAMMER! HAWAIIAN HAMMER! THATS WHAT PUT SHAWN DONE IN THE PENN!! Chris: OH GOD NO! HHH holds for the cover. ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!! DING!!! DING!!! DING!!! Crowd: RUAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Ken: HE DID IT! HE DID IT! Chris: WHAT A LOAD OF BULLS- Chris' mic is cut as HHH raises his hands in the air in victory. He's handed the Gateway title, and the crowd goes to a whole new level. Colin Peterson: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWW!!! P-DUBYA-E GATEWAY CHAMPION... HAWAIIAN!!! HARRRRRRRRRRDHHEEEAAAAAAAAAAADD!! But instead of "Different Girl" playing for the victory celebration.. we get the unfamiliar song from earlier after the Vicious title match. “I hit the stage grab the mic and blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away)
Having seen what happened to “vicious champion” earlier in the night, Hardhead knows what’s going on. He rolls out of the ring and looks underneath it, upon seeing nothing he rolls back into the ring and lays the Gateway title down in front of him before making a “bring it” motion. Just like before the music cuts off and nothing seems to be happening... Until the masked man from earlier repels down from the rafters dropping right behind Hardhead. Ken: HARDHEAD! BEHIND YOU! He quickly spins around only to catch a boot to the mid section followed by a DDT right onto the Gateway title. The masked man pulls out the spray paint once again and sprays something on the title before making another quick exit through the crowd. Ken: Earlier this masked assailant painted an 'M' on the Vicious title, and now an 'O' on the Gateway title. What does this all mean? Who is this? Chris: Even I'm confused as to what's going on. Ken; That don't take much. We cut backstage to find Christian Connolly yelling on the phone. C2: --- I DON'T CARE WHO YOU HAVE TO SEND, I NEED POLICE HERE TO FENWAY PARK NOW! --- I GOT SOME MANIAC FAN OR SOME JACKASS FROM THE XWF ASSAULTING MY WRESTLERS --- WELL DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO, BUT GET HERE NOW!! Connolly slams the phone down and slumps back into his chair in anger. Tsukino Meiou vs. Chris Jacobs Chris: Anybody like roasted Asian? I think we are about to get some tonight. Ken: Tonight is the biggest match in the career of Tsukino Meiou and easily the most personal. Never before has someone gone to such extreme lengths just for the purpose of toying with his emotions. Chris: Whereas, for The Man in Black, it's just another day at the office. Ken: In his feud with R.W. Randolph, we saw some pretty deplorable acts on Jacobs's part and he didn't disappoint when trying to manipulate Meiou in the same manner. Chris: I saw that little bastard getting off his banana boat on the way here today, and yeah he's not too happy. Ken: He's drawn way too many lines in the sand and I'm hoping that they all catch up with him tonight. Meiou is an incredible athlete and should be able to display his vast arsenal inside the cage. Chris: But he's only got a cage. He can't go to the floor and he can't get any weapons. He's in a confined space with the most vicious striker on the roster. If Jacobs can isolate Meiou even for a few seconds, the match could be stopped by unconsciousness. Ken: The referee is under strict orders not to stop the contest unless one competitor is completely unconscious and the other doesn't have any intention of pulling away. Chris: This isn't the UFC, we don't have fucking referee stoppages. Ken: We might have one tonight, Chris. Be that as it may, let's go up to Colin Peterson for the in ring introductions now that the cage is officially up. Colin Peterson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a Cell match! There is a small door on the outside that the competitors will enter through. Once both men are inside, the door will be sealed so neither man can get in or out of the cage. The only way to win the match is via pinfall or submission. There are no disqualifications and no countouts. Introducing first, from Tokyo, Japan- YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! Ken: Big ovation already for Meiou. You can tell who the crowd is supporting. Colin Peterson: He weighs in at 220 pounds...THE DARK KING, TSSSUUKINO MEEEEIOOOOUUUUU! "The Dark Ride" by Helloween. The PWE*View comes to life with the theme, accompanied by pyrotechnics outside the Park along with orange and red spotlights. The video package of "The Dark King" Tsukino Meiou. Meiou strolls out from the first base dugout to an ovation from some of the crowd, to which he replies with a simple fist in the air, before jogging down towards the ring. Meiou acknowledges fans all throughout the Park and plays to the crowd before walking up the stairs and entering the small door. Once in the ring, he jumps up to each turnbuckle to look out into the crowd. He then dismounts from the last turnbuckle and removes his leather jacket prior to stretching before the bout begins. Colin Peterson: Introducing his opponent- BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Colin Peterson: From Pittsburgh, Pennslyvania, weighing in at 218 pounds... CHRIS JAAAAAACOBS! All the spotlights available to Fenway Park shut down, but nobody in the crowd is confused. They all know who is coming and none of them are fans of his work. In place of the normal howling voice of Rampage Jackson is a group of little girls standing on a sidewalk jumping rope. Collectively, they turn toward the camera and sing a song. 1...2...CJ's coming for you
A cascading wave of black pyrotechnics outside the Park are a bigger indication that The Man in Black's arrival is imminent. His dark brown eyes invade the PWE*View and the chants start, hot and heavy from 40,000 plus. JACOBS SUCKS! JACOBS SUCKS! JACOBS SUCKS! JACOBS SUCKS! Speaking of the devil, the gigantic eyes stop blinking and his name appears in massive black letters on every screen throughout the Arena. [JACOBS] Emerging from the third base dugout is The Man in...Red? Instead of the normal black trench coat enveloping his body, Jacobs has elected for the brighter color and a pair of devil horns atop his head. Without warning, four people come onto each side of Jacobs and spew fire around him. The audience is taken for a real jolt. Jacobs stands in place with a mischievous grin on his face. Ken: Making a play on the fact that he's the devil in this rivalry. CJ steps into the view of Meiou and starts his way toward the ring. No entrance video highlighting his accolades. He doesn't need one with all the bodies he's laid out, and PWE fans aren't foreign to his macabre ways. Slowly walking down the aisle, Jacobs hears the business from any and everybody in the Park. His eyes shift back and forth just to gauge their reactions. They are typical for The Man in Black, ignorant masses not capable of understanding his great wisdom or wrestling talent. Once his feet tap the ringside mats, his military style walk continues around to the ringside stairs. He stands in front of the cage, looking up at Meiou and laughing maniacally. The Dark King isn't impressed. With calculated precision, Jacobs climbs up the stairs and steps into the cage. The ring spotlights continue to fixate on his being while the leather trench coat gets unbuckled and removed from his body. Clad from head to toe in Armani's finest and blackest, CJ stands in his designated corner and rocks back and forth, waiting on the bell. DING! DING! DING! The atmosphere in Fenway Park is nothing short of electric. Even though tonight is chock full of matches that fans have been dying to see for months, the Cell match has a certain edge to it. There are those in attendance here just for the bloodshed they know will occur. Not many of the old school steel bar matches lack "color" as those in the wrestling business would say. Some lining the stands are diehard supporters of R.W. Randolph & Masaharu Tanabashi, who still gets referenced on a per promo basis whenever Chris Jacobs opens his mouth. They need to see his career avenged and feel Bryan Dawkins is the proper man to do so. Although, if you asked the fans here, most of them would say they just want to see Chris Jacobs suffer because the rat son of a bitch deserves everything coming to him. Once the padlocks are applied on the small door, Tsukino Meiou explodes across the cage with furious anger, unleashing lefts and rights on The Man in Black like there is no tomorrow. If the ending of Pay-Per-Views are any indication, should Meiou lose the match, there actually might not be one, and The Dark King can't take that risk. He continues wailing away with the rights and lefts, while Shakur throws his arms up and covers his head from any injury. MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! Ken: The crowd already behind The Dark King and we haven't gotten thirty seconds into the contest. Chris: These people are truly unappreciative of greatness. I mean, come on, Buckner did the greatest gag job in the history of baseball and it took them like eighteen years to forgive him. Ken: I hope you don't have a Lincoln Continental rental car. Chris: I do, why do you ask? Ken: It just got keyed and the tires have been slashed. Chris: GAH! The Dark King rifles off a pair of kicks to the midsection of Jacobs, who is still in the corner protecting himself. Maybe he thinks the referee will step in and remove Meiou from the predicament. Meiou shouts "Come on ya pansy" before continuing on with his assault. Right. Left. Mafia kick. Spinning back kick. Jacobs stays shelled up like a turtle. Ken: CJ's wrists have to be swollen already, but he's doing what he needs to do. Chris: This is something Randolph can't do later, you know because his head goes all the way across the outfield. Ken: Enough with the Randolph head jokes. Chris: You can get from Florida to California on that thing in about 60 hours. It's great. Gotta watch out for bumps though. Meiou reaches for one of the arms and tries to slither through, but CJ isn't budging. The crowd delivers a chorus of boos. The referee, who is positioned over in the corner, can't do much, shrugging his shoulders when Meiou looks back at him. Another kick to the leg provides nothing for Meiou, who switches gears and lands a superman punch on CJ's back. Meiou reaches down and tries to pull CJ up, but finds himself unable to get CJ past his knees due to the strength advantage. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ken: The fans aren't particularly fond of Jacobs's methods, but this is strategy. Chris: He knows that he's unable to win a match in this manner, but Meiou can tire himself out if he goes to the well once too often. Ken: If there is one thing that can't be questioned about Meiou it is his cardio. The man is a sick athlete on his own, but with the amount of training he does, I don't think he'll blow himself out. Meiou puts an elbow into the wrist of Jacobs, but he still can't get anything from The Man in Black. From the corner of the camera, a figure comes barreling into view, confusing Chris and Ken. He runs with a furious passion toward the cage, dodging and weaving security guards who dive and look to tackle him. Miraculously, he makes it all the way to the cage and slams his hands against the steel, screaming at Meiou from a close range. The noise is so loud it forces Meiou to turn away and notice the fan. He is wearing a CJ t-shirt and wig combination. Ken: We got some idiot fan trying to be a big man and act cool to his friends. The split second distraction is all that CJ needs to reach up, grab the tights of Meiou, and slam him head first into the cage. The Man in Black points toward the fan and shifts his attention back to Meiou. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ken: Was that a plan on Jacobs' part? Chris: I love it. This is Cyberslam, the biggest show in the history of our sport and you have to bring the A game bag of tricks. It looks like Jacobs has done just that. While the fan is shown a violent exit, Jacobs soccer kicks Meiou in the midsection and drops a double ax handle across the spine. Meiou scrambles, looking for some breathing room, but The Man in Black is giving him none of it. He drops an elbow across the back and mounts Meiou from the back, paint brushing him across the back of the head and quickly standing up. Dawkins turns around and observes CJ slicking his hair back and beckoning The Dark King forward. Ken: Jacobs going for a more classic approach. Chris: That slapping must have been an insult in Meiou country because he don't look too happy about it. Ken: This is just another one of CJ's mind games. He's trying to get Meiou to lose his focus and hopefully he doesn't bite. Meiou comes out to the center of the ring and comes in for a lock up on Jacobs. The Dark King plants his feet and pushes forward, a little bit confounded as to how he's getting a power advantage over one of the strongest pound for pound wrestlers on the roster. He is able to back Jacobs near the corner, but at the last moment the switch occurs and CJ seizes control. He pushes Meiou head against the cage and shouts "ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FI-" before breaking the hold. Ken: Jacobs is putting himself on the clock, actually breaking before the count of five even though there is no chance of disqualif- BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! The sound of flesh smacking against flesh resonates throughout The Park. Meiou's head is tilted to the side while CJ stands in front of him with a mischievous grin. Ken: Jacobs slapping Meiou across the face and now look at him run. Chris: It's all gotta be a trick. Meiou rushes forward, pawing away at thin air while CJ bobs his way backwards and avoids the assault of TheDark King. Meiou tries a Superman punch and spinning back kick, but Jacobs is too slick to avoid the shots. Ken: None of this is going how Meiou planned. You know he wanted to get Jacobs in there and maul him, but he's been thrown off his game just a little bit and look at him. Chris: Jacobs is the most psychological person on the roster, and he almost might be the most psychotic and none of that bodes well for Meiou. Jacobs continues to show his Anderson Silva style, eluding the angry hands and feet of Tsukino Meiou. He fakes a punch and tries to get around the side, but CJ sees right through it and sweeps him out with a nasty leg kick. Before Meiou can defend, CJ whirls around and lands a spinning back fist on the forehead, backing Meiou up. The Man in Black winds up and connects on a elbow to the top of the head. He palm strikes Meiou across the forehead before taking him underneath the arm and launching him out into the center of the ring. Jacobs adjusts his pants and charges forward, landing a clothesline that puts Meiou down. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ken: Jacobs is starting to pick up the pace, but allowing his strikes to have their maximum effect on Meiou. Not many people anywhere can withstand the onslaught. Jacobs pulls Meiou up to a standing position and peppers him with a forearm shot. Meiou backs into the corner where CJ rushes in and lands a knee to the midsection. Another forearm shot keeps Meiou on the defensive while CJ ascends the ropes and kisses his fist. He looks down at the battered Meiou and hammers away. One Two Jacobs looks out and frowns when nobody counts along with him. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. CJ jumps off the ropes and launches Meiou into the center of the ring with a Fireman's carry. He rushes off the ropes, hops into the air, and drops a leg across the throat. After posing like the egregious douchebag that he is, CJ covers. ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THRE- BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! CJ pulls Meiou head up and taunts the crowd, an uncharacteristic move from his arsenal. Ken: What is he doing now? If you have a chance to pin the man then do so. Chris: Not on this stage, Ken. You gotta rub it in. Ken: Jacobs is trying to insult Meiou here and make him regret ever stepping into the ring. Chris: He's doing the work Meiou should have done for him. What a trooper. The Man in Black continues his unorthodox offense, grabbing Meiou and backing him into the corner. A knife edge chop pierces the skin and forces Meiou out of the corner. CJ gives him a powerful shove back and drives his head into the sternum of The Dark King. Meiou sinks into the second rope. He doesn't have to worry though, CJ picks him up and launch him across the ring with a sickening thud. Chris: He's enjoying this. I think he has it fixed in his mind that Meiou won't be able to pull anything out that can beat him. Ken: If he thinks like that, it'll be all the sweeter when Meiou sneaks a roll up on him and has his hand raised. Chris: Dream on, sucker. CJ comes out of the corner slowly and lands a massive uppercut which lifts Meiou off the ground. Once Meiou gets sturdy legs underneath him, CJ whirls his body 180 degrees and lands a spinning back kick. The Dark King is grateful he didn't decide to stock up at the catering facility on the way toward the ring. CJ shoves Meiou the rest of the way into the corner and elbows The Dark King across the forehead. He'll have a giant bump that will require some ice after this one is all said and done. Ken: Corner to corner and methodical. Even if he is acting like an arrogant tool, CJ's wrestling style is capable of winning matches. Chris: Ask about half the roster that. Ken: What about Masaharu Tanabashi? Chris: Did you have to go there? A headbutt only enhances the eventual bump on The Dark King's forehead. CJ takes hold of Meiou arm and whips him across the ring into the other buckle. Once CJ hears the sweet sound of back smacking against said buckle, he bolts across the ring and leaps into the air, looking for a Stinger Splash. RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! But Meiou steps out of the way and is already scurrying off the ropes before CJ can turn around. Snap clothesline. CJ gets up. Dropkick. He's a little flustered. Another dropkick. Chris: Get out of there, Jacobs! Jacobs clutches at his left leg each time he gets up, but keeps walking into Meiou retaliatory offense. Knee to the midsection. Meiou acquires wrist control and flings CJ across the ring, catching him on the rebound and back body dropping him so high that his feet smack against the cage. Ken: Meiou is about ready to kick this match into another gear. Chris: Jacobs is just letting the young pup have his moment in the sun before breaking his will. CJ flails about in the ring, trying to recapture his bearings. Meiou crouches down and explodes from the corner, his shoulder tearing into CJ's midsection with a nasty spear. Ken: You call that giving someone their moment in the sun? Chris: CJ likes to make his opposition look real good. Meiou switches to a mount on the dazed Jacobs and unleashes with a series of thunderous right hands. CJ looks for an avenue of escape, trying to buck Meiou off, but he has taken tips from video on how to thwart CJ in these situations. He keeps the hooks locked in and continues pouring on the punches. This is what he has waited months for. The chance to pound Chris Jacobs' face in until the former Universal Champion looks like a package of hamburger meat. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Ken: Realllllllll good? Chris: I dare you to try and act all high and mighty after this bullshit act you are pulling. CJ goes for a right hand but Meiou picks up the pace and keeps the pressure on. A small cut forms on the top of CJ's head and trickles down onto the forehead. RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Chris: And listen to these savages. What a bunch of brutes. They are cheering when someone is busted open. Ken: When that someone happens to be Chris Jacobs, yes I think it is right to cheer. Meiou lands five more clean shots before CJ is able to shake him off with the assistance of the cage. However, the tide of the match has changed drastically. Meiou rifles off a kick to the sternum and forearm shivers CJ against the ropes. He firmly grabs a hold of the hair and runs across the ring, lifting CJ at the last second and slamming his face into the cage. MEEEEEEEEIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! Chris: Oh great, now we're going to start this. To the other side and into the cage again. MEEEEEEEEIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! The crowd readies themselves for the biggest Meiou of all. He crouches down, runs in place for a few seconds, and bolts across the ring, throwing all of his strength into the throw. CJ's blood decorates the bars and then his face decorates the canvas. Flair flop. Ken: Tsukino Meiou giving Jacobs some of his own brutal medicine there and nobody is sitting down. Chris: They should, their boners are making me very uncomfortable. Ken: That was a lovely image for the paying audience. Chris: It's like Trish Stratus walked by in her prime without clothes on and dropped a quarter... Ken: ...Now I'm gonna have to move away from you. The Man in Black is yanked to his feet and looks desperate. He shoves Meiou away and tries to gather some room for himself. Meiou charges ahead and leaps onto the top rope, trapping CJ's head in the corner. He looks out at the crowd and holds up his fist, giving it the same kiss CJ gave his earlier. It's a safe assumption that they'll count along. ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN Meiou uses his position and flips CJ into the middle of the ring with a hurricanrana. Jacobs stumbles back and haphazardly looks for a collar and elbow tie up. Dude has no idea where he's at right now. Meiou clobbers him in the gut with a right hand. Jacobs spins around and gets popped in the jaw by The Dark King, sending the crowd into a frenzy when CJ's head snaps back and blood goes flying everywhere. Ken: Jacobs is getting torn apart right now and there's nothing he can do. Meiou is flying high. Chris: I demand a fucking restart, right now. Another wave of excitement resonates throughout the building. CJ takes a kick to the midsection and a knife edge chop across his chest. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! And one more. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Jacobs grunts and groans as he comes out of the corner. Meiou rushes across the ring, hits the ropes hard, locks CJ's head and slams him into the canvas with a whipping DDT. Jacobs rolls over onto his back and Meiou has the perfect attempt for a cover. But he doesn't take it. He's got far too much punishment left to dish out tonight. Ken: Jacobs has gone from being confident and in control to a bloody mess. Meiou is giving these people exactly what they want. Chris: And none of them deserve it, not a damn one of them. Even though he is groggy, CJ is still persistent. If he regains control, God help The Dark King. Meiou puts a little English on a boot to CJ's head, sending him back down to the canvas. A standing legdrop leads into a backwards roll and dropkick to the side of the head. Ken: This is turning into a one sided beatdown. All it took was Meiou acquiring control of the match. Chris: Piss off, Yankee fan. CJ smacks the mat and once again tries to get up on his own. He's blocked by Meiou, who levels The Man in Black with a boot to the ribs. He grabs a hold of CJ's arm and twists it around. Meiou wastes no time in walking over toward the ropes. Accompanied by a sea of flashbulbs, Meiou leaps up onto the top rope and jumps over CJ, performing a sick arm drag that slams Jacobs into the cage. RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Ken: CJ's back slammed into the cage violently! He's also clutching at the left leg, might have done some hip damage in the process. Chris: That foreigner should be taken back to where he came from and stuffed in a fucking crate. Ken: When Tsukino Meiou gets going, he is one of the most exciting wrestlers on the roster, but now Jacobs has to deal with the fact. Chris: Humbug. Meiou gets a sick smile on his face, strolling over to the corner and picking up the bloody Jacobs. He elbows CJ across the forehead and shoots him into the ropes. Meiou hits the opposite side and goes for a flying elbow- Ball shot. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Chris: BACK BACK BACK AND GONE! Ken: Jacobs using typical Jacobs offense to keep himself alive, when Meiou was on the verge of victory. Chris: Quit your whining you prick, you knew this was coming at some point. Ken: For those of you who missed it- Chris: Stop staring at the ugly trash you call women. Ken: Jacobs probably didn't know what would happen until he started stumbling. Meiou was inches away from landing the elbow when Jacobs fell and stuck his foot up, but he got it in the right place. Chris: Boy did he ever. CJ rolls over to the East side of the cage and starts his ascent back into the dominant position. He's been cut in several places and needs to ensure that Meiou doesn't get anymore momentum or attempt another comeback. He might have been taking Meious lightly earlier, but now the momentum is going to get turned up. Pushing off the ropes, Jacobs turns around and readies himself for Meiou, who is doubled over but crawling toward him. Ken: I don't like the look on Jacobs' face. He's got something dastardly in mind for Meiou. Chris: After all that little commie has done to him, I think he deserves a little pwn. CJ soccer kicks Meiou in the shoulder and yanks him to a vertical base. Locking his arms around the waist, Jacobs doesn't hold back on the big moves, throwing Meiou overhead in a belly to belly suplex that bounces him off the cage. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ken: Jacobs counteracting the entire moveset of Meiou with just one counter, and he's got him in some trouble. The angle of the suplex was so odd, botched on purpose, that Meiou now has his left foot caught in the cage. He reaches up to free himself, but CJ comes over with a boot and stops him cold. He places the heel across Meiou throat and starts taking free shots at the knee and ankle while Meiou is choking. Chris: Proving that the most effective attack doesn't have to be the flashiest. MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! The Man in Black finally relinquishes his chokehold and reaches down into the left leg of his pants, struggling because his belt is still on. He puts a boot into Meiou mouth and continues to fight against the belt, maneuvering his fingers around. After a few more nonchalant boots to The Dark King, Jacobs wrestles whatever he was looking for out of his pants, a thin piece of pipe. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ken: Are you serious? Chris: That would explain why Jacobs was always clamoring on about his leg whenever he took a fall. Ken: Jacobs smuggled a damn pipe into the cage and now he's got Meiou all tied up with no where to go. Chris: This is where shit gets nasty, folks. The Man in Black twirls the pipe around his hands, looking down at Meiou and offering a dorky wave before smashing his ankle with the metal. Meiou recoils up and tries to escape from the cage. Jacobs drops down and places Meiou's neck under the ropes, leaving him completely helpless. Chris: And now he's got ABSOLUTELY no where to go. Jacobs can do whatever he wants for however long he wants. Ken: Meiou might want to pass out rather than endure this. Jacobs clutches the stick with both hands and swings hard, hitting the ankle and making The Dark King scream out in pain. He doesn't want to give CJ the satisfaction of knowing he's hurt, but when something strikes you that hard, it's kind of difficult not to. CJ does his best Gary Sheffield stance and slices into Meiou leg again. The Dark King tilts his head to the side and is able to get back up, clawing at his leg and trying to get himself down. CJ takes a step back, plops in the middle of the ring and sits Indian style, watching Meiou. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ken: Jacobs continues to toy with Meiou, playing mind game after mind game. Chris: I would call this getting a breather. Ken: And I would call you a complete tool for endorsing this. Chris: Yeah, when the shoe is on the other foot you love to play. What if Meiou was doing this? You would be screaming "HIT HIM AGAIN" like the true fanboy you are. Continuing to writhe in pain, Meiou sticks his fingers into the small opening and starts wedging his foot out of the entrapment. CJ rolls over onto his side and stands up, wiping blood from his eyes. He walks over to Meiou and taps him on the shoulder. Meiou swipes at CJ, who easily steps back and out of the way. Chris Jacobs: Now if you hadn't gone and done that- CJ delivers an overhand swing, smacking the pipe into Meiou's forehead and, perhaps inadvertently, liberating him from the cage. Chris Jacobs: I could have been nice about it. Ken: Yeah, I'm sure he would have been. Chris: Jacobs with a massive advantage now. Meiou's leg is so bent out of shape he can't stand up. Indeed, Chris is correct on that assessment. CJ tries to pull Meiou onto his feet but The Dark King is incapable of standing up. A good portion of that could have to do with him getting smacked in the head with a pipe, but his leg isn't a solid foundation anymore. CJ stomps on the kneecap and takes Meiou underneath the arms, bringing him up to his feet. The Man in Black hoists Meiou up, catering to the injured leg, and drops him with a cradle slam. MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! Ken: Jacobs signaling that the end is near here. I think he's done enough damage to Meiou and is looking to put it away. Chris: He can do it pretty much whenever. Meiou needs energy to kick out and I don't think he's got enough left. The former ICE Universal Champion reaches down and starts undoing his belt, glancing up at the top of the cage and over at Meiou. Ken: What in the world is he gonna do here? Chris: Gonna whip him with the belt, some old Southern justice about to come down right here. Jacobs grabs the metal and slips the leather through all the placeholders. He looks up at the ceiling of the cage again and over at Meiou, who is struggling in the corner to get up. Chris: I'm surprised he didn't bring a belt buckle. Ken: That belt is pretty damn big itself. I'm surprised it fit around his pants. Chris: Well...yeah, you know what joke I'm going to do. CJ clutches the middle of the belt and slings it upward, missing his intended target the first time. The leather smacks him in the face. Swearing, he grabs the middle again and slings it at an angle, getting the belt through the cage and back into his hands. CJ fashions a noose out of the available leather and glances over at Meiou. Ken: Oh no! No! Chris: Well, this is going to be justice alright. Ken: He's gonna hang Meiou in the damn cell! Chris: Maybe he's gonna offer Meiou a way out. You know, this is somewhat like a prison. Ken: Meiou needs to get a move on and quick, otherwise he's going to be in more trouble than he can possibly imagine. CJ takes a hold of The Dark King's shoulders and shoves him over toward the belt. Meiou collapses in a heap, but CJ isn't going to be deterred. He grabs Meiou from the canvas and sticks his head into the noose. Grasping hard on the other end, CJ strains to pick Meiou off the canvas and leave his feet kicking for sturdy ground. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ken: This is heinous! Chris: This is definitely extreme. Ken: Jacobs is hanging someone, what the hell is wrong with you? Chris: I'm a depraved son of a bitch who hates foreigners. Ken: Meiou is having the strength, the life blood sapped from his being and Jacobs- BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Just latched onto Jacobs, locking him in a body triangle. He's now faced with the task of holding his own weight while wrapping his legs around the midsection of The Dark King. Ken: Both of them are off the ground here. Jacobs has to combat about 400 pounds plus on one end all while trying to suck the oxygen from Meiou in another manner. Chris: Jacobs is nasty, dude. Even if CJ blows all of his strength into this, he's not going to be able to hold Meiou like this for long. The look on his face though says that every second is worth it. Meiou can't kick with CJ's added body weight on his back, but he's trying to pinch or do something to CJ in an attempt to release the pressure. CJ cinches on, gritting his teeth and doing everything in his power to hold on to the other end of the belt. Ken: I've never seen someone so hell bent on trying to sabotage someone else's career. Chris: He's been up there for a good fifteen seconds. Dude is losing his grip. Ken: I'm hoping that he loses it right now. Jacobs lands a headbutt onto Meiou, who is on the verge of passing out. It's amazing he hasn't already considering how hard CJ is pulling and for how long he has. Meiou body tries to kick into overdrive and push out a big burst of adrenaline, but CJ lets go of the belt and drops down to the canvas. OHHHH-RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! And in the process, Tsukino Meiou managed to sacrifice his own skull by slamming it into CJ's before The Man in Black could completely pull away and end the match. Both men are laid out in the center of the ring. Ken: We've seen a violent, violent match here folks. Jacobs almost had that one put away and he might have done the longer term damage, but Meiou managed one last act of desperation. Chris: He's only delaying the inevitable, Ken. Ken: Jacobs' jaw might have been cracked when their heads collided, because he hasn't moved at all. Chris: Well, falling from a height of ten feet and having your head smashed doesn't exactly make you want to get up right away. Ken: Meiou is in a bad way but CJ isn't much better. They both have lost a good amount of blood. You have to think this is going to be the final exchange coming up momentarily. The fans on the PWE*View get an excellent shot of CJ's eyes opening and none of them hide their disdain. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Jacobs hears the welcoming sounds of hatred and rolls over onto his stomach, checking to see if his head is still attached to the rest of his body. Meiou peepers open and his arms go up to his head, either wiping the blood away from vision or doing the same thing CJ is. Ken: Both men starting to stir a little bit here. I'll be anxious to see which one can control the tempo and how long they will want that tempo to be maintained. Chris: They have to go for broke, no other way about it. Jacobs paws out and grabs a hold of the rope. Meiou does the same on his side of the ring, using the cables in a far more supportive manner because of his injured wheel. CJ wraps onto the second rope and pulls up. Meiou cups his hands together and pulls them close to his body. CJ stands up and rushes over to Meiou. He knows that after all the abuse, The Dark King can't have much more left in the tank. THWACK! Ken: MEIOU WITH THE PIPE! HE CAUGHT JACOBS WITH HIS OWN WEAPON! The Man in Black rolls backwards, tumbling over himself like he just received a Brock Lesnar right hand. Meiou flings the pipe to his side and charges ahead, catching Jacobs when he gets up with the move of the night. Ken: GOOD TIMES PAINFUL MEMORIES! HE JUST KNOCKED JACOBS DOWN WITH HIS OWN FINISHER! Chris: RIGGED! RIGGED! RIGGED! Meiou falls down for a cover. ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ken: HOW IN THE HELL did Jacobs kick out of that combination? Chris: He's a God, Kn. There IS no other way to explain that. Ken: A pipe shot to the head, and you can see the effects of it, Jacobs has another cut on his head, and a hard shot to the temple. Jacobs doesn't even know where he is now. Chris: But he's still in the match. Meiou almost snuck by with a victory, but Jacobs saved himself with that kickout. Meiou sighs loudly and drags CJ onto his knees, forearm shivering him in the head. The Dark King bounces off the ropes hard and puts his boot into the side of The Man in Black's head. RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Ken: KENKA KICK! MEIOU NAILS THE KENKA KICK! A THIRD consecutive shot to the head! Meiou looks over at the top rope. He knows the one move that'll end this once and for all. Chris: NO! NO! HIS LEG HAS GOTTA STILL BE OUT! HE CAN'T GO UP TO THE TOP! Ken: That's EXACTLY where he's going! Jacobs is out in the center of the ring! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! The Dark King slowly crawls over toward the ropes, taking a hold of the top cable and climbing. He doesn't have the luxury of exiting the ring and hoping up, not that he could with the damage done to his leg. He takes a few seconds to wipe the blood pouring into his eyes and continues on the journey. If he gets up there and lands the moonsault, Jacobs won't have the energy left to kick out. That much he is certain of. But he has to get there first. Ken: No Hardaway. No more tricks. Meiou is one jump away from defeating Chris Jacobs and solidifying his place as a superstar! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! The Dark King puts an enormous amount of pressure on his hands, the muscles starting to shake from being vandalized so much. He looks out into the throng of bloodthirsty animals, begging and pleading for CJ's demise. In the back, his friend Masaharu Tanabashi is watching on a monitor, fist pumping and urging his pupil on. The Man in Black is still motionless, blood from the pipe shots he received still clouding his vision. His back is worn out and so are his legs. It'd take a miracle for him to start moving after the vicious assault he's received. MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! MEIOU! The Dark King finally gets to the top rope with the assistance of the cage. He turns his body around and looks back at his antagonist lying in a heap, a shell of his former self. He doesn't look so bad when he's fighting to stay conscious. Ken: DO IT, KID! THIS MAY BE YOUR ONLY CHANCE! Meiou takes a moment and points out to the 40,000 plus in attendance, who raises their fists in return. Regardless of where he goes, he's beloved by everybody in the PWE nation. Meiou fixates his gaze and finger down toward CJ, but switches up to the chief digit, the one finger salute. The Dark King crouches down and surges through the air. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Well, he was in the process of surging through the air, but something stopped him. Or rather, someone. Someone not even in the ring. A cameraman reached through the steel bars with a paper thin pipe and jammed Meiou in the back of his kneecap. Ken: WHAT THE HELL? Chris: Genius! Jacobs had that as a last resort, what a contingency plan! Ken: How many cameramen do we have around the ringside area? Chris: This is what you get when you have a massive event like Cyberslam. Media from all over the world want a piece and apparently someone wanted a piece of Meiou right there. Ken: Meiou was stationed on the top rope. There are only a few cameramen who are tall enough to reach that high without leaving their fe...Oh no. The villainous cameraman steps away from the structure, places his camera on the ground, and removes his hat. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ken: HARDAWAY! OH MY GOD! Chris: The ace of spades, baby. Always comes up clutch when you need him. Ken: How in the hell does Shakur get away with having someone like that around? Chris: He's on the roster, Ken, don't besmirch a paid employee that way. Ken: This is sick. Meiou is hung up in the ropes and Jacobs just got one massive reprieve from that move. This match was over! Chris: Stop with the excuses, Ken. You play to win the game. Hello? Jacobs comes to win every single time. Ken: He needed a damn fan earlier, the pipe in his pants, and Hardaway just to stay on par with Meiou. The Man in Black looks over at The Main Man, now standing against the cage and rattling the bars, encouraging his brother to get up and finish the match. Underneath his rising body, a pool of blood has formed, but CJ is moving toward Meiou. Much like earlier, Meiou is caught in a position he can't escape from without a tremendous amount of strength being exerted, and The Dark King doesn't have enough left in the tank. Ken: Meiou needs to push one more time. I hope his knee isn't permanently damaged from that unprotected shot. CJ paws his way up to a standing position and soaks in the venom from the Boston crowd. Putting a forearm across his face to clear the crimson from his face, CJ stalks over toward The Dark King and liberates him from the ropes, upside down. The Man in Black brings his opposition out to center ring and holds him there. Chris: Meiou with no where to go now. Jacobs is going to give him the proper justice. CJ winds up and lands a knee on the forehead. Meiou slumps down, but CJ shows enough resolve to pick him back up and fire off a second knee. He feels the reserve in Meiou slowly evaporating and knows that he's ready to put him away. Reasserting his grip, Jacobs locks his arms around Meiou waist and flops straight down onto his ass. Tombstone piledriver. The botched one. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! CJ took the necessary precautionary of shifting Meiou's head down just a tad before the drop, so his entire neck would smack against the canvas. The Man in Black rolls to his side and covers the motionless Meiou. ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE DING! DING! DING! Ken: That was just disgusting! Colin Peterson: The winner of the match... CHRRRRRRRIISSSSS JAAAAAACOBBBBBBS! The debris comes in hard and heavy from all sides of the crowd, even those who know their beverage or bag of popcorn aren't going to make it anywhere near the ring throw anyway. None of them are excited about what just went down. Elvis Nixon immediately hovers over Meiou and motions for officials from the back to come out and give assistance. Derek Hardaway takes the key away from a ringside technician while "Black Hole Sun" plays over the speakers. He reaches up and undoes the locks, allowing CJ to be yanked through the ropes and assisted toward the dug out. It also allows those officials sprinting from the dugout to enter the ring and look over The Dark King, who still hasn't moved after the tombstone. Ken: Jacobs showing no class and no respect for his fellow wrestler. It just makes you hate the miserable bastard even more. Chris: Meiou knew what he was getting into when he started this- Ken: Really? He knew that he could potentially have his neck broken because Jacobs doesn't give a damn about anybody other than himself? Chris: Precisely. Ken: I don't know how you can sit there while that happened. Jacobs might have just his career this year. That's a cancer on the locker room and a cancer to the company. Chris: Here's an idea, don't go after him. Leave him alone. If you remember right, Meiou was the one who wanted the challenge. Ken: Maybe I'm the only one with a set of morals around here, but there's a reason nobody has done that move in the United States since 1997, and even then he said he was sorry privately Chris: Jacobs doesn't apologize for fights he has to finish, however he has to finish them. The cage starts getting dissembled even quicker and a neck brace has been brought in for Meiou. He's got the feeling back in his extremities, but he still doesn't have the strength to move, and none of the medical personal want him to anyway. Ken: I would say let's go back and take a look at the replay, but nobody deserves to see something of that magnitude another time. Chris: I'm sure Jacobs just got banned from Japan. Ken: He ought to be banned from the sport, entirely. Fleeing into the dugout, Chris Jacobs and Derek Hardaway avoid the batteries and other objects being thrown at them from the angry crowd. Ken: We will try to have a report on Tsukino Meiou's condition if we can get one, but it's safe to say he's heading to the hospital. Chris: Good riddance I say. Who is gonna be next to step up and challenge Jacobs? Ken: We're going to focus away from the ring while these guys get the stretcher in and continue tearing down the cage. I hope Christian Connolly is giving it to Jacobs backstage as we speak. The last image seen from the ring is Tsukino Meiou being loaded onto the stretcher. He gave it a monumental effort, but the tricks of The Man in Black were too much to overcome. A concerned Masaharu Tanabashi eyes the situation from the first base dugout. MIA The shot switches to Amerie Rodriguez, standing just outside the locker room backstage. Her microphone doesn’t sit perched in its usual place, just under her chin. Instead, it hangs loosely in Amerie's right hand, swinging by her leg. There is no R.W. Randolph in sight. Just Rodriguez and the bare walls of a Fenway corridor. Chris: What the hell’s goin on? Ken: Amerie, can you hear us? With that prompting, Rodriguez raises the microphone to her lips. Amerie: I can, Ken. Unfortunately, the subject of this scheduled interview isn’t around. In fact, he’s nowhere to be found. Ken: Beg pardon? Amerie: R.W. Rodriguez was supposed to show up five minutes ago for this interview. But as you can see… that didn’t happen. Within just the last few moments, talk has started to spread amongst those backstage… from high ranking PWE officials, to local stage hands helping out, to members of the catering company working tonight’s event. It seems that no one has seen R.W. Randolph at any point this evening. Folks are beginning to wonder if the Broken Saint is even here at Fenway tonight. It seems as if one-half of the Cyberslam main event has gone missing on the night of arguably the biggest match in PWE history. Chris: Are you kidding me?! Cold feet… Ken: I refuse to believe R.W. Randolph won’t show up for his match just moments fromnow. Chris: Well, then he better get here quick. But if he’s smart… he’ll stay missing and avoid the humiliation that everyone suffers when they step into that ring with Tomoko Hanahara. How The Drama King Got His Groove Back The man who was onced dubbed the Heir Apparent is here at Fenway Park to watch PWE's grand performance, and instead of his normal thousand-yard stare, Cage is smiling as he stands in front of a Cyberslam backdrop in the bowels of the venerable ballpark, looking casually at the camera. Dylan Cage: Y'know, ladies and gentlemen, I've gone through a lot in the past year. You see, a year ago, I walked into Cyberslam IV in North Carolina, in front of 70,000-plus screaming Carolinians who were begging the Extreme One to take out the arrogant champion in myself. Didn't quite turn out that way for him that night, if you recall. That night, Spiker took me to my limit and beyond. But I took him to the point where he could no longer answer the referee's call, and I walked out of Charlotte with what was, to that point, my Frontier Title. Dylan's smile lessens slightly as his expression sobers. Dylan Cage: That was one year ago. The interim from then to now, it hasn't exactly been the best year of my life. I've been hurt, I've been unfocused, I've had to revisit a lot of bad, bad times in my past, and because of all of that, my performance inside that squared circle has suffered worse than it has in a long, long time. No matter who I wrestled, no matter what I tried, it seemed like I couldn't seem to turn that corner, and for a long time, that was tearing me up inside. The smile returns, Dylan's demeanor lightening once again as his eyes perk up towards the camera. Dylan Cage: But now ... Now, things have changed. I'm healthy, I'm focused and my life is in a better place than it's been in years. And if you're not convinced, if you still need some more evidence, then you can just tune into Solitary this Wednesday night, and watch what I do. The charge to reclaim the spark I lost is back on, and for that, I've got one piece of advice to everyone who wrestled tonight, and everyone who's getting into that ring tonight. Watch out. I'm as good as I've ever been, folks, and I've got no intention of slowing down this time around. My life's in order, and I think it's about damn time that I put my career in order, too. YEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Dylan Cage: So right here, right now, what say I make a little vow? That one year from now, I won't be struggling to find my place in the world. One year from now, I won't be coming into Cyberslam as the arrogant mid-carder, as the man struggling to find his way. One year from now, I want to walk into Cyberslam and leave Cyberslam the exact same way. As the best in the world. Now, I'm not promising to have the Universal Title around my waist by the time CVI rolls around, but trust me when I tell you, that what I do in the next 12 months will make sure that no one EVER forgets the name of Dylan Cage. So from Masaharu Tanabashi to Tomoko Hanahara, from R.W. Randolph to Chris Jacobs, consider this your first, last, and only warning. I am NOBODY'S doormat. See you at the end of the road. Unmasked Electricity is everywhere, and Bob Catholic feels it perhaps more than any one else in the building – he’s standing directly next to PWE’s Universal Champion, having finally caught up with her for an interview. Yet there’s something different about Tomoko tonight. There’s no smirk on her face – not altogether unusual, but generally, the scowl appears when the smirk is absent. Now, however, there’s nothing but stone. Catholic: Tomoko, we’ve been trying to catch up with you all night. She says nothing. Her eyes flash toward the camera for the barest instant, and still, it’s enough to give us chills. Catholic: Tomoko? Ken (OSV): I don’t think there’s any doubt that the champ is focused tonight. Catholic: Tomoko? Isn’t this the part where you berate me? Something about superiority? Or greatness? You know. Tomoko? Tomoko glances over at Catholic and finally we see the smirk – and now that we do, we find even it’s different. His voice seems different as well. Hanahara: Not tonight. Catholic: Not to-… Well, ok. You were noticeably absent from last night’s show. Were you in the building? Or watching from home? Hanahara: I’ve got a job to do tonight, Catholic. Right now. Catholic: Right, bu- Hanahara: That’s all that matters. Catholic realizes that he’s going to have to restructure this interview entirely. Catholic: I can’t help but notice a pretty big change in you, Tomoko. Hanahara: You know, I come out here in front of these cameras every week and I tell people how great I am. How I’m the best. I do my best to entertain and to maybe make people laugh a little bit, whether they hate me or not. Hanahara’s voice is low – tone, casual. Hanahara: A lot of people wonder what the real Tomoko Hanahara must be like. They think there’s no way I can really be the way I seem on TV. Well, Catholic, for one night only, you’re getting to speak to the real Tomoko Hanahara. Catholic doesn’t know quite how to respond. Hanahara: And the real Tomoko Hanahara, Catholic… Tomoko’s eyes land hard on Catholic’s. Hanahara: She’s a real-life monster. Lets call a spade a spade. I hurt people for a living. And I’m damn good at what I do. And if there’s one thing I say week in and week out that I truly, truly, believe… Eyes back to the camera. Hanahara: It’s that I’m the best at this. The very best. Catholic: What kind of a challenge do you think R.W. Randolph will offer? Hanahara: R.W. Randolph… He chuckles, focussing on his wrist – taping it up. Hanahara: To be honest, Catholic, it wouldn’t matter who it is. Wouldn’t matter who or how many. This is my game. My sport. I fight – it’s all I’ve ever really known how to do. And that’s what I’m here for tonight – one more time. The fight. Forget the titles and forget the glory and the spotlight and the cameras. I hurt people. Plain and simple. She glances over at Catholic again. Hanahara: You’ve seen me intense before, Catholic. Hell, I’m always intense. And you’ve seen me focused. But tonight… Cyberslam… you’re going to see my ugliest, dirtiest, darkest side right in the middle of that ring. I’m letting the demon out tonight, Catholic. Ken (OSV): Am I the only one getting a little nervous here? I think Tomoko’s really finally lost it. Hanahara: R.W. Randolph just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The scene fades as the crowd’s buzz grows in preparation for the match we’ve all been waiting for. Tomoko Hanahara (c) vs. R.W. Randolph In a matter of minutes, two of the very best the business has to offer will step foot inside the squared circle with more on the line than has ever been the case in PWE's short history. Ken: Ladies and gentlemen, the moment is finally upon us... the Universal Championship will be on the line, and winner takes all. Chris: We're talking two the very best. Tomoko Hanahara has accomplished everything there is to accomplish in this line of work. World titles, tournament victories... you name it, she's done it. Ken: And R.W. Randolph has exploded onto the scene. Last year, he came into ICE, and dominated, going on to hold the Alias and Universal titles at the same time. He went down as the final ICE Universal champion. If he can capture the Universal title here tonight, he'll become only the second man to ever hold the ICE and PWE Universal titles. Chris: A lot people think Hanahara's ego has finally met its match. Other's think The Queen of the Ring has met his equal in the ring. But until someone can pin the girls shoulders to the mat... she'll stand atop the mountain as the unquestionable best in this business. Ken: But that why we're here, as Randolph is the only person to ever defeat Hanahara in PWE. Chris: But not while the title was on the line. That's a completely different ball game. The excitement hangs in the warm August night, almost forming a haze over Fenway. And then 'Pray' brings 40,000 plus to their feet in a roar of jeers that can be heard all the way over in the land of the vile Yankees. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Chris: Here comes our Universal champion! Ken: And the fans here in Boston are letting her know just how much she's loved. As lights flicker around the park, The Queen emerges from the entrance located at the visitors' dugout. Her appearance only doubles the volume of the boos. Chris: These fans just don't respect greatness. Let's be honest, Ken, when a person is as successful as Tomoko Hanahara... people get jealous. This woman is like the New York Yankees. She's a dynasty. She's the greatest franchise of all time. A dominant, mult-time champion. Of course everyone hates her. It's jealousy. Especially from all these Red Sox fans who fear going another 100 years without a championship. Which, is probably how long its going to be before R.W. Randolph wins another Universal title. Hanahara slowly makes her way up one of the Y shaped entrance aisles, occasionally firing a dirty look to a random fan, but mostly keeping her focus on the ring. Ken: Am I really supposed to believe that these fans hate Tomoko Hanahara because of her dominance? Why didn't they hate Lee Stone? Lunatic? Masaharu Tanabashi? It's not just her success... its the smug, egotistical, often times vile way in which she gains those successes. The lights glisten in the surface of the Universal Championship as Hanahara climbs up the steel stairs and steps between the ropes. In the center of the ring, she slowly spins around, the boos following her in a circle around the park. Chris: The city of Boston isn't big enough for a person with Hanahara's stature. These fans ought to show some respect. The sounds of 'Pray' die out, meaning the arrival of the Broken Saint is only moments away. The boo of the fans starts to give way to murmurs of Randolph's name. That hum begins to grow louder, but as Tomoko Hanahara stands against the far set of ropes, waiting patiently... nothing happens Chris: Did the guy chicken out? Ken: Apparently, no one has seen R.W. Randolph here tonight. Bob Catholic tried to get an interview just a few minutes ago, but the Broken Saint was nowhere to be found. Chris: The moment is finally here... and the Broken Saint has cold feet. People in the crowd begin to look at one another, searching for an answer. Still...nothing. Chris: Ridiculous. As if to shut Chris up, Fenway's sound system bursts to life... the heavy drum intro of Down's "On March The Saints" shaking the foundations. In the back corner of the park, thousands of heads dart in a single direction in unison. Cheers begin to erupt and move in a wave. Chris: What the hell is going on? At the base of the world famous monstrous wall at Fenway, the small door that leads onto the field opens up and the 5'8" frame of The Broken Saint emerges from the guts of the Green Monster. Ken: Here comes our challenger! R.W. Randolph begins to work his way through the crowd, bumping shoulders as he maneuvers through the sea of fans. Ken: The challenger is making his way to the ring, having emerged from the Green Monster, amongst the people. And now he's headed towards center stage, moving right through the 44,000 strong! There's a mixed reaction for the Broken Saint. Many cheer the challenger, slapping him on the shoulder and wishing him luck on his way to the ring. But many are not so kind, showering R.W. with the same sort of boos that greeted Hanahara. Chris: I'd say a third of this crowd doesn't care much for Randolph's antics. Ken: Antics? I see a warrior headed to the ring... just choosing to do so along a crowded path. Chris: Pandering. R.W. finally makes his way to the front of the crowd and steps over the ringside barricade. Up the stairs, he climbs through the ropes, his attention focused on the impressive plate of gold wrapped around Tomoko Hanahara's waist. Colin Peterson: Ladies and gentlemen… this is your MAIN EVENT of the evening! This contest is scheduled for one fall with no time-limit, and is for the Universal championship! RRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! Colin Peterson: Introducing first, to my right… weighing in at 250lbs, he hails from Diablo Boulevard… and he is the challenger… The Broken Saint… RRR.. DUBYA.. RANNNNNNDOLLLLLLPHHH Raaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Booooooooooooooooooo! Chris: There's that mixed reaction for The Broken Saint. Ken: Make no mistake about it, these fans find Tomoko Hanahara to be a vile human being. But Randolph hasn't been a choir boy himself. R.W. doesn’t take his eyes off his opponent. His glare is unwavering and the mixture of cheers and jeers seem lost on him. Colin Peterson: And his opponent… weighing in tonight at 160lbs… she hails from Sapporo, Japan… she is the reigning and defending PWE Universal Champiiiiioooooonnnn…. The Oueen of the Ring… TOMOKO HAAAANNNNNAAAAHARAAAAAA!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ken: Listen to this crowd. No grey area with Hanahara. There’s about 44,000 people in this historic park, and they’re all showering the Universal Champion with boos! Chris: 44,000 plebes. Hanahara, just like his adversary, seems to not even hear the screaming voices. Maybe she’s grown so accustomed to the jeers that they don’t even register anymore. Maybe she’s too focused on the task at hand to hear them floating through the Boston air. Or perhaps she hears every last one of them. Each individual voice. Ken: You can feel the tension in the ring. For the last few weeks, these two warriors have been at each other’s throat. And given everything that is on the line… here on the biggest stage in the business… the atmosphere in that squared circle can be felt across the entire city of Boston. Without breaking her stare, Hanahara unlatches the grandest prize in professional wrestling... the Universal Championship. Removing the belt, she folds the straps behind the centerplate and looks down at her reflection in the gold. After several seconds, she hands the title to Roberts. Colin Peterson exits the ring and Bernie Roberts takes center stage, the two warriors on either side. Hoisting the title belt, side by side, high above his head, Roberts displays exactly what is at stake in this epic match up. Ken: This is it… the long awaited rematch. Chris: And both guys line of sight followed that belt. Four eyes locked on one titles. Don’t think for a second that they don’t want this… crave this. The gold championship glisten under the lights of Fenway before the official pulls it back down and hands them it off at ringside. Ken: Ladies and gentlemen…this is it. We are about to witness history. The buzz of the crowd grows deafening… so loud, that the sounding of the bell is nearly lost in the hum. ‘Ding Ding Ding’ Ken: Here we go! Immediately, the two superstars step towards each other, till they come toe to toe in the center of the ring. Standing not more than an inch apart, The Queen stares up a couple of inches, glaring at Randolph. The Saint isn’t intimidated, simply returning the stare with one of his own. They begin to jaw back and forth, just a brief few words, though what they say can’t be distinguished. Ken: You can feel the electricity! Everyone in Fenway Park is on their feet, from the lucky fans at ringside, to the celebrities in the luxury suites, to the crazies atop the Green Monster… over 40,000 stand in anxious anticipation. And then… without warning… history begins. Tomoko fires off a right hook. Randolph immediately fires back. Tomoko unleashes a second. Then R.W.. In an instant, the buzz of anticipation has given way to the roar that accompanies each blow of an out-right slugfest in the middle of the ring. Ken: In the spirit of Fenway Park, these two have come outta the gates taking homerun swings! The Universal Champ is the first to successfully connect twice in a row. And as two times becomes three and four... The Queen works Randolph back into the ropes, then whips him across the ring. When Randolh hits the opposite cable, he wraps his arms around the top rope, stopping him momentum. Tomoko, already stepping into an attempted superkick, halts his move. Its the smallest of openings, but it's all the Broken Saint needs. Exploding forward, R.W. nearly decapitates Tomoko with a clothesline. Raaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!
Chris: That kind of impact should only be legal in a No Holds Barred match. Ken: Love him or hate him, and there seems to be lot of both here tonight... you can't deny the sheer power of The Broken Saint. Tomoko is clearly at a disadvantage in that category. Chris: Only in that category. Randolph doesn't give the Universal Champion a second to breathe. In a flash, he's in the mount position, slamming down fist after fist. There's a brutal rhythm of Tomoko's head, pinballing between Randolph's punches and the canvas, eyes glazing over already. Ken: What an explosion from the Broken Saint to open this match. Exactly the sort of start he had to be hoping for. The Broken Saint hops off, grabbing Hanahara by the ears and yanking her to his feet. Whatever the Universal Challenger had intended, Tomoko derails his plans with a simple, but effective, boot to the gut. Tomoko again attempts an irish whip, and again, R.W. is ready with the counter, ths time reversing momentum and pulling The Queen in with a short arm back body drop. Hanahara is sent sailing over the top rope, crashing down on the mats at ringside. Ken: Up and over! Chris: He had to have tossed her twelve feet in the air. Peeling herself off the mats, Hanahara is quick to get to her feet, clutching at her lower back. As she winces in pain, she makes the mistake of turning towards the ring. R.W. is waiting, reaching down over the ropes and grabbing her by the hair. The Universal Champ is pulled up onto the apron, but before R.W. can bring him in to the ring the hard way, Tomoko reaches up and grabs the back of his opponent's skull. Dropping off of the apron, she drives R.W.'s throat across the top rope. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Chris: That's a ring veteran... using her surroundings to the fullest. Ken: It's a quick way to change the momentum of a match. Hanahara slides under the bottom rope and without even standing, lunges forward with a chop block, taking out the Broken Saint left leg. With R.W. grounded, Tomoko hops up and drops an elbow across the chest of her nemesis. A second elbow immediately follows. Then a third. With the crowd getting on her case, Hanahara drags Randolph to his feet by the left arm. Keeping hold, she pulls R.W. in and slams a knee to the gut. The impact doubles Randolph over and the Universal Champ executes a perfect DDT. Chris: DDT! Ken: Tomoko Hanahara just about stood the Broken Saint on the top of his head! Rolling over Randolph's carcass, Tomoko barks at Roberts to do his job, while she hooks one of Randolph's legs. ONE...
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T... Ken: Kickout! Randolph powers out of the pin attempt with authority, but Hanahara gives him no time to muster up any sort of offense. Stomps to the shoulder... chest... face... all do their damage, chipping away at Randolph's endurance. Chris: This is a good way to neutralize the strength disadvantage. Doesn't matter how powerful you are when you're on your back getting the hell stomped out of ya. Hanahara finally lays off the boots, opting instead to pull Randolph over to the corner and prop him against the turnbuckles. Putting some distance between herself and the Saint, the Universal Champ charges forward and sandwiches Randolph with a clothesline. Wrapping her arm around Randolph's head, Tomoko then rushes towards the center of the ring, looking for the follow-up bulldog. But Randolph's strength is too much. As Tomoko leaps forward, looking to bring Randolph down face-first, the Broken Saint pushes out on Tomoko's back, sending her hurling through teh air uncontrolled. Ken: What a counter... Tomoko was sent flying. When the Queen rolls to her feet and turns around, she finds herself quickly locked in a bearhug, then sent soaring overhead with a bell to belly suplex. Tomoko crashes to the canvas and bounces from the impact, landing near the ropes, and quickly rolling out of the ring. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ken: Where does she think he's going? Chris: Time-out, Ken! Ken: Not in this sport, pal. Here, there's only the fight. Tomoko stands outside the ring, taking a step up the entrance way towards the visitors dugout entrance. A deep breath steadies her composure. In the ring, Randolph glares at Tomoko. For a moment, he thinks about yelling for Tomoko to climb back in the ring, but as he looks around Fenway, at the 40,000 plus that have jam packed the historic ball park... another idea enters his mind. Taking off for the far ropes, Randolph comes bounding across the ring. When he hits the near set of cables, he leaps into the air, soaring over the top rope with a suicide dive, colliding with a shocked Universal Champion. Ken: GOOD LORD! Chris: Did he just dive over the top rope?! YYYYEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! Ken: Never before have we seen R.W. Randolph take to the air like that. Chris: That's not his schtick. Ken: It is right now! And that sort of move... a 250lbs missile... may have won over some of those in the crowd who were booing The Broken Saint only a few minutes ago! Both bodies lie in a crumpled heap on the mats outside the ring. There's little movement from either. Tomoko's chest heaves with labored breaths, Randolph rolls onto his stomach and clutches at the ring apron, trying to find a grip and pull himself to his feet. Chris: These idiots in Boston may have loved that move, but Randolph might have done as much damage to himself as to Hanahara. Bernie Roberts steps through the ropes and hops outside the ring, checking on both superstars, neglecting a ten-count that has no place in the main event of Cyberslam. Hanahara begins to stir and pushes herself onto all four, while Randolph rises up with aide from the apron and ropes. The two warriors turn towards each other, Tomoko swinging first, but Randolph connecting first. With the advantage in his corner, The Broken Saint slams Hanahara's head into the barricade, then wraps the reigning champ up and sends her over, suplexing Tomoko across the steel steps. OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! The disgusting sound of spine cracking across steel causes those in the first few rows to cringe. Chris: He can’t do that… this isn’t a No Disqualification match. Ken: This isn’t any old match. This is the main event of Cyberslam. Bernie Roberts is going to let two of the very best do what they do… battle it out. Chris: He ought to do his job and call for the bell! Hanahara slides off the steps, a scream of agony floating up towards the lights over Fenway. Randolph picks up his rival and drives his fist into the Universal Champion’s skull a few times, then rolls Tomoko under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Sliding in behind him, Randolph waits for Tomoko to stand up and turn around. Before the Universal Champion can react, Randolph picks Tomoko up with and plants her with a spinebuster, then holds on to one leg and folds Tomoko up. Tucking her left leg behind his right, Randolph flips the Uni Champ over and lowers his weight, bending the champ’s spine in the wrong direction. Ken: Texas Cloverleaf… in the middle of the ring! Chris: He followed up that hellacious spinebuster with the perfect move, applying on that pressure to Tomoko’s lower back… a lower back that was just smashed across the ring steps. The Broken Saint sits as far back as possible, maximizing the effectiveness of the submission hold. Hanahara’s face is one of anguish, but somewhere behind the look of immense pain is one of confidence and determination. While the official asks Tomoko if she wants to give up, the Queen is already pulling herself towards the ropes. Despite his definite size disadvantage, Hanahara shows her deceptive strength, digging her forearms into the canvas and dragging Randolph’s massive frame towards the ropes. Bernie Roberts continues to ask Tomoko if she wants to submit, but with the cables just inches away, and a career of dominance like hers, there’s simply isn’t an answer other than "fuck no" Chris: She’s close… just one more lunge. Hanahara pushes herself forward, just another couple inches, but as she reaches for the ropes, the Broken Saint stands up and marches back towards the center of the ring. RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Ken: Bad news for Tom… Before Ken can finish the sentence, Hanahara is able to slide her foot free, causing her legs to untangle and slip from R.W.’s grasp. Flipping onto her back, the Universal Champ reaches up and hooks Randolph under the legs, rolling him up. Roberts reacts immediately and makes the count ONE…
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T… Ken: A close call! Chris: Hanahara broke free, and she almost took this thing home before Randolph even knew what was going on. As soon as Randolph has powered out of the pin attempt, he jumps to his feet, reaching down and yanking a still recovering Tomoko from the mat. The Queen is ready for it, grabbing Randolph by the back of the neck and falling to the canvas. Randolph’s face is spiked into Hanahara’s knee. Ken: Modified jawbreaker! The blow staggers Randolph, causing him to drop to a knee and clutch at his chin. Tomoko climbs to her feet and darts for the ropes, springboarding off the middle rope, he turns 180 degrees in mid-air, delivering a perfectly placed kick to across the eyes of the Broken Saint. Randolph immediately falls back, crashing to the mat. Tomoko goes straight to work. A couple of random boots find their mark as the Universal Champ walks up to Randolph’s head. Pulling the Saint to his feet, Tomoko whips Randolph into the ropes, then hits the opposite set herself. As the two come rushing towards each other, Tomoko twists through the air, delivering a flying eblow. The move drops Randolph, but the Broken Saint quickly rolls back to his feet. This only gives Hanahara the opportunity to pick Randolph up in a fireman’s carry and dump him down with a DVD. Ken: Death Valley Driver… that might be enough! ONE…
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THREE….. The cheers from most of the crowd are lost on Tomoko. She cares only that her opponent has kicked out, and that there is more damage to be inflicted. Chris: Look how quick this match has turned around. What happened to the R.W. Randolph that was dominating just two minutes ago? Ken: Things can change on a dime. Hanahara goes straight back to work, placing the heel of her boot across the throat of R.W. and just grinding down as hard as possible. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ken: A blatant choke by the Universal Champ. Chris: If Randolph can suplex people all around the ringside area, Tomoko can choke a bitch. The fans don’t approve, and neither does Bernie Roberts, who wags a finger in Tomoko’s face, then starts his count to five. By the time he gets to three, the reigning champ steps off. Lifting Randolph up, Tomoko attempts to set up for a DDT, but Randolph powers his legs forward like a locomotive, driving Tomoko back into the turnbuckles. Breaking free of Tomoko’s clench, Randolph steps back, then rushes forward. Tomoko lifts an elbow, however, and catches Randolph right in the teeth. The Saint turns away, clutching at his mouth, and Tomoko hops up to the second rope. Leaping off with a flip, The Queen grabs Randolph’s head as she soars over and brings the Saint down with flying diamond dust. Randolph’s throat bounces off of Tomoko’s shoulder and he slides off seemingly unconscious. Ken: What move by the Universal Champion! Hanahara quickly makes the cover, hooking the leg as she does so. ONE…
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THRE… Ken: Another kick-out by Randolph! And the fans seem to be taking note of the resiliency of the Broken Saint. Hanahara is not deterred. Kneeling over Randolph, she fires off rapid-fire succession of punches, her knuckles slowly opening up a small gash on Randolph’s brow. Each knuckle digs deeper, widening the gap as the blood begins to flow. Chris: The Universal Champion seems extremely focused tonight. Ken: She does. It has been all business in the ring. None of the typical ego. No showboating or gloating. It’s been all aggression. Focused aggression. Chris: The kind that busts a guy wide open with your bare hands! Somehow, Randolph manages to fight to his feet, rising up through the punches. The determination draws a roar from most of the crowd, though some fans still greet him with boos. For Tomoko’s part, she doesn’t relent, peppering Randolph’s torso with lefts and rights, trying to crack a rib or two. Randolph takes a big swing, hoping to reverse fortunes with one shot, but the haymaker misses, Tomoko ducking underneath. Randolph spins around to face his elusive foe and Tomoko greets him with a boot to the chin. But it never finds its mark. Ken: He caught Tomoko’s foot! Randolph just thwarted a superkick for the second time tonight! Chris: After being nailed with it three times, I guess he’s sorta had a chance to scout that one. The Saint yanks Tomoko towards him by the leg. Dipping a shoulder, he hoists Tomoko up across his back, looking for the Death Valley Driver, but Tomoko slides down his back. Standing behind Randolph, she locks her arms around the waist and arcs back. Ken: German Suplex! Randolph’s shoulders and head crash into the canvas, causing him to crumple into a heap. Chris: One good suplex deserves another! Tomoko grabs Randolph and tosses him unceremoniously over the top rope. As Randolph stands, Tomoko charges forward and drops to the mat. The baseball slide, fitting for the evening, sends Randolph stumbling back into the barricade, folding in half across it. TO-MOKO SUCKS! TO-MOKO SUCKS! TO-MOKO SUCKS! As the fans chant, the Queen climbs the top turnbuckle, facing out of the ring, looking down the ten feet to the Broken Saint who lies draped across the top of the barricade. Ken: What is she doing? Hanahara gives Ken her answer. A thousand flash bulbs go off as the Universal Champion soars through the air. The impact is frightening. Tomoko’s leg comes down across the neck of Randolph, and as the Queen spills into the fans, that section of barricade collapses under the weight and force of the two superstars. Ken: A top-rope leg drop! Good Lord… they’ve just destroyed the ringside barrier! Chris: You have got to be kidding me… Bernie Roberts waves for help from the back, and immediately a small group of officials and EMTs rush down the aisle way towards the ring. Fenway Park sits silent, caught in a state of disbelief. Ken: In all my years, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything like that! When the officials arrive at the scene of the slaughter, they push the PWE fans away, giving the two superstars room to breathe. The EMTs are just a step behind, but by the time they’re in the middle of the mess, Tomoko Hanahara is slowly making it to her feet. Reaching down, she grabs one of Randolph’s arms and drabs the Broken Saint towards the ring, across the mangled piece of barricade. Blood from Randolph’s open wounds smear across the ringside mats. Ken: R.W. Randolph is, at the least, unconscious, with a high probability that his body is broken clean in half! Tomoko once again uses her deceptive strength to pick Randolph’s limp body up and roll him into the ring. Following just behind, the Uni Champ drapes herself across Randolph and hooks a leg. Bernie Roberts charges back into the ring himself and makes the count Ken: The pinfall… ONE…
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THREE RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! Ken:… he… he kicked out! I don’t believe it! The crowd goes nuts, only a small handful of fans holding out on exploding with excitement over the impossible will of R.W. Randolph. Chris: There’s no way in hell he got a shoulder up after that. The official holds up two fingers, just in case anyone is in doubt. Hanahara doesn’t care about the cheers, or Roberts emphatic "TWO". His job is simple. Continue to destroy R.W. Randolph. Deny the Saints growing fanbase what they want to see. This night is nothing new for Hanahara. Just another evening where the whole world is against him. Just another opponent who thinks they’ve got what it takes. And it’ll be just another victory. He’s been doing it for years. A reverse DDT nearly caves in the back of Randolph’s skull, and a neckbreaker does much of the same. Stepping through an armbar, Tomoko lifts a boot and places it against Randolph’s neck, then flings herself backward to the ground, pulling down on the arm and spiking her foot into Randolph’s throat. Ken: The no-nonsense, and dominant, form continues for the Uni Champ. This isn’t the Tomoko Hanahara we’re used to. But it appears as if its gonna be bad news for PWE if this is the Tomoko Hanahara we’re going to get from now on. Never has anyone Never has anyone dominated R.W. Randolph with such simple focus. Chris: Its incredible! No matter how badly these fans want to see her lose… you just begin to believe that there’s no one out there that can beat her. Randolph pulls himself up with the ropes. Tomoko measures up her opponent and takes to the ropes. When she comes barreling back towards Randolph, she leaps into the air, aiming for a cross body. Randolph’s strength comes to the rescue. Fighting to see through the blood, the Broken Saint catches Tomoko, then tosses her backward with a fall away slam. Ken: This could be just what Randolph needs! The Broken Saint whips Tomoko into the ropes and ducks a shoulder, lifting and falling back, planting The Queen with a Samoan drop that leaves the ring ropes shaking. Ken: The Broken Saint is back in control, no quit in his body. You know how much he wants this! Chris: Not any more than the greatest wrestler of all-time wants to be PWE’s greatest Universal champion. Both are back to their feet, Randolph locking up Tomoko and suplexing her overhead. Tomoko crashes to the canvas, damn near on the top of her head, and the crowd explodes. Ken: T-Bone Suplex! Tomoko Hanahara was just driven down square on her skull! Randolph goes for the pin, hooking both of Hanahara’s legs. ONE…
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THRE… Chris: That’s why she’s the Universal Champ! Hanahara gets a shoulder off the canvas at two-and-a-half… but the impact on her head has left her eyes glazed over. Ken: That high release caused Tomoko to come down in an awful manner. This could spell bad news for the Universal Champion. Randolph attempts a standing suplex, but as he goes to lift Tomoko, the Queen blocks the move and attempts the lift herself. Randolph is pulled halfway into the air before Tomoko falls forward, slamming him down face first into ring mat. On her feet, Tomoko drives a leg down across the back of Randolph’s head. The Queen grabs an arm and drags Randolph off his feet, but once standing, The Broken Saint places a palm on Tomoko’s lower back and pushes, sending the champ into the ropes. When Tomoko comes back, Randolph scoops her up and swirls him through the air, but the tilt-a-whirl slam attempt is reversed as Tomoko slides down, gripping Randolph under the chin as he does so. With the Saint in reverse DDT position, Tomoko spins around and face-plants the Broken Saint. Ken: Rotating cutter! Chris: That tilt-a-whirl back-fired real quick! Tomoko rolls Randolph over and hooks the leg, her own movements still a step slow and groggy. ONE…
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THRE… Ken: One more time! As the crowd cheers, Randolph explodes upward out of nowhere with a clothesline, catching an unsuspecting Universal Champion. The momentum carries both to the canvas. Chris: Where did that burst come from?! Ken: Adrenaline perhaps… kicking in at the perfect time! The Broken Saint catches his breath as he stands. Tomoko is to her feet just a second later. Randolph hoists Tomoko up for a body slam, he holds her there for a second, before driving her down. Ken: Emerald Frosion The back of Tomoko’s skull cracks against the canvas as the crowd erupts, and with the Queen in a bad way, now the ref counts three. ONE…
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ken: It wasn’t enough. Emerald Frosion couldn’t put the Universal Champ away. Randolph picks Tomoko up and lays him across his shoulder. Charging towards the corner, Randolph begins with the makings of a running powerslam. At the last second, Tomoko slips off Randolph’s shoulders, and gives a push. The Broken Saint collides chest first with the turnbuckles and bounces back. Tomoko steps forward, grabs Randolph in the cravate, and rushes up the ropes. Ken: Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ken: She got him! Hanahara drops to her knees, then drapes herself across Randolph, hooking both legs this time. ONE…
THREE! Chris: She got… what?! RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! The impossible seems true. With Bernie Roberts hand suspended an inch above the canvas, Randolph’s shoulder can be seen just barely off the mat. Ken: HE KICKED OUT! Chris: Of Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow?! Everyone in Fenway Park is on their feet at this point, the anticipation of Cyberslam history too much to keep anyone seated. LET’S GO, RANDOLPH, LET’S GO! LET’S GO, RANDOLPH, LET’S GO! LET’S GO, RANDOLPH, LET’S GO! Ken: Any individual who was still holding out on rooting for R.W. Randolph… at this point… they can’t be heard. The Broken Saint has won over every last fan here tonight. Hanahara can’t believe what she’s being told, but she doesn’t let the disbelief derail her momentum. Grabbing Randolph under the chin, Tomoko lifts Randolph, but catches a boot to the gut for her troubles. Tucking Tomoko away, Randolph sits back, with two fistfuls of belt. The pulling stump piledriver crushes Tomokos spine. Ken: A violent landing! That’s uncomfortable to watch. Randolph hooks a leg as Bernie Roberts drops into position and makes the count. ONE…
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THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! The fans jump the gun. Chris: No! Tomoko’s shoulder is up! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Hanahara does as she’s done so many times… denying the fans of what they crave… seeing her defeated. Randolph grabs Tomoko by the ears and pulls her up. Tomoko shoots her arms outward, slapping Randolph’s grip away, then the Uni Champ fires off with a stiff right. BOOOOOOOOOOOO! Randolph returns with a right of his own. YYYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH! Hanahara with another right BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Randolph returns the favor. YYEEEEEEEAAAAHHHHH! Hanahara. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Randolph YYYYEEEEEAAAAHHHHH! Randolph. YYYYEEEEEAAAAHHHHH! Randolph. Randolph. Randolph. And finally, a haymaker drops Hanahara. YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! Ken: These two wrestlers… standing here after all they’ve been through, broken, bruised… just exchanging punches with whatever strength they have left. And now it’s the challenger who is standing tall. Randolph again goes back to the gutwrench, this time opting for the powerbomb. Hanahara bounces off the ground, and Randolph keeps his grip, picking Tomoko right back up and driving him down with a second gutwrench bomb. Fighting to find the strength for a third, Randolph peels Tomoko off the canvas. But the third time isn’t the charm. The Queen turns the downward momentum into a DDT. Chris: Like a true champion! Tomoko struggles after the two savage powerbombs, but manages to cover Randolph and hook the leg, and the ref jumps into position. ONE...
Ken: Another kickout! This is unreal. Busted open… broken in half… I don’t know where R.W. Randolph is finding all these guts. Chris: None of it matters. Sooner or later, Tomoko Hanahara will put him away. She always does. That’s why she’s the best the world of wrestling has ever seen. With both back on their feet, Randolph swings a big back elbow, but Tomoko just ducks under, then rises and takes a swing with an elbow of her own. The Broken Saint blocks the shot, grabbing Tomoko’s arm and tossing it aside. Winding up, Randolph swings with a big left hook, but Tomoko again ducks, this time stepping forward and locking an arm across Randolph’s shoulder. Lifting up, Tomoko plants Randolph. Ken: Uranage! Hanahara drapes an arm across Randolph and, one last time, Roberts slides in to make the count. ONE…
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THREEEEEENNNNOOOOOOOO! Chris: Damn it! Ken: Incredible! Hanahara goes to pull Randolph up by the arm, but Randolph slips under and rises up through Tomoko’s torso. The end result is the Universal Champion strewn across the shoulder of the Broken Saint in the fireman’s carry position. Ken: Death Va… As R.W. goes to swing Tomoko out, the Queen slides off the shoulder and behind Randolph. Grabbing a fistful of tights and pushing Randolph in the upper back, Tomoko slings Randolph shoulder-first into the ring post, but Randolph gets his hands out on either side of the middle turnbuckle, blocking certain disaster. Tomoko is already charging in, and R.W. turns and falls to the canvas. A drop-toe hold sends Tomoko smashing face first into the top turnbuckle. YYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! With the Queen lying across the top rope, Randolph slides under Tomoko’s arm and hooks under a leg. Lifting the Universal Champion up, Randolph sits her atop the turnbuckles, then begins to scale the second rope. Ken: Setting her up for a super back suplex… Randolph drapes one of Tomoko’s arms over his shoulder and stands. Before he can take the plunge, Tomoko throws an elbow with her free arm. The move halts Randolph’s process. A second elbow knocks Randolph’s grip loose. Then, reaching back and grabbing Randolph’s head, Tomoko leans back just a bit. The movement is enough to push Randolph off the second rope. As his feet fall to the canvas, Randolph’s jaw catches on the Universal Champion’s shoulder and sends him flopping to the ground. Ken: A super ace crusher! Exhausted, Hanahara sits perched atop the ropes, her back to his battered opponent in the ring. Ken: I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a reversal like that. These fans are shocked. Chris: And pissed. The Queen never ceases to amaze you. That’s why she's our reigning Universal Champion. Slowly, Hanahara pushes herself up and out of the seated position. Cautiously, she begins to plant her feet on the top rope, steadying herself. Behind her, R.W. Randolph is moving. With her footing secured, Hanahara stands tall, and while the crowd screams in an unintelligible tone, she takes flight. Leaping off the top turnbuckle, Tomoko arcs through the air, but by the time she's midway through his spin, Randolph is to his feet and in position. The Queen lands helplessly across the shoulders of The Broken Saint, knocking Randolph to one knee. But he doesn't go down RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! Ken: Incredible! He just caught Hanahara... from the moonsault! Randolph uses the last of his strength and pushes himself back up, off his knee to a full standing position. Putting a hand under Tomoko's legs, he pushes off, flinging the Universal Champion out as he does so. Tomoko tumbles through the air, spinning out and landing... ...on her feet. Ken: No... It nearly plays out so fast that no one sees it. Controlling her flight in mid-air, Hanahara lands on her feet and immediately charges. WHAM! Chris: Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow! Randolph is out cold the moment he hits the canvas... Hanahara's perfectly placed neckbreaker turning out the lights. Without hesitation, or maybe from sheer exhaustion, Hanahara falls to her knees, then drops her body across Randolph's. Roberts quickly slides into place to make the count while Tomoko tries to muster up the srength to hook a leg. ONE...
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Hanahara finally pulls one of Randolph's large legs from the canvas...
THREE! 'Ding Ding Ding!' BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Chris: Yesss! "Pray" blairs through the Boston night sky as every fan in attendance uses the last of their voices to scream their frustrations. Ken: I don't believe it! Chris: Believe it! Tomoko Hanahara has done it again! The Queen rolls off of Randolph, but has no energy to move anywhere else. While her music plays, she lies on the canvas, right next to her vanquished nemesis. Ken: R.W. Randolph fought so hard here tonight. He came so close time after time... fought off defeat in ways that didn't seem human... won over the respect and admiration of the fans... and came up just that short. Denied his immortality by arguably the single most dominant wrestler of ours, or any, generation. Bernie Roberts retrieves the championship belt from ringside, while several other officials emerge from the back to help Vashaun. Colin Peterson: Ladies and gentlemen... your winner of the match... and STILLLLL PWE Universal Champion... TOMMMMOOOOKOOOO HAAAANNNNNAAAAAAHARRRRRRRAAAAAAAA! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! In the ring, Tomoko Hanahara climbs to her feet. The officials try to help Randolph do the same, but the Broken Saint will have none of it... refusing the help and rolling out of the ring. On his own two feet, he slowly starts the long walk up the aisle way towards the back. His dream snapped in a single moment, courtesy of Tomoko Hanahara. Chris: Once again, Tomoko Hanahara comes through on the big stage. Tonight, it was the biggest stage of them all... and The Queen of the Ring came through in the grandest fashion yet. Ken: An incredible effort by Hanahara. One has to wonder what's next. Does she go for round 3 with The Broken Saint? Does another PWE'er step up to the plate? At this point, you have to ask... can anybody take down the locomotive that is Tomoko Hanahara? The champion takes her title belt, holding it in her hand, she stares at it, watching her eyes in the surface. The pain she's caused... the pain she's felt... all of it looks better when reflected in gold. But it doesn't look like she'll be able to enjoy this moment any longer. Ken: What's going on here? Christian Connolly steps out from one of the dugouts, and makes his way down to the ring with purpose. And he's not alone, he's flanked 10 of Boston's finest officers. Ken: This looks to be a pre-emptive strike as all through this event, our champions have been attacked and our titles have been defaced. Chris: It has to be one of those XWF jerkwads. “Blown Away” by Tech N9ne begins to play again but Christian Connolly isn’t having it. Christian Connolly: Cut it, cut that crap off. I don’t know who has been tormenting my champions but it ends here, nobody would be stupid enough to try anything now. Almost as soon as he finishes his statement the masked man comes running down the aisle, the police meet him in the ramp way and a brawl ensues. The police have a hard time with the large man but thanks to sheer numbers, some batons to the knees and some pepper spray they subdue the intruder and handcuff him. As the man sits on his knees handcuffed, Connolly takes it upon himself to do the unmasking personally. He slides out of the ring and rips the mans mask off. Gasps all around the arena... Connolly: LOU FERRIGNO!?!?!? Everybody's attention now turns back to the ring.. and the champ is not alone. The hooded figure tosses back the hood... Ken: OH MY GOD! Chris: IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS??? Standing behind the champ is a man who knows Tomoko Hanahara very well, and is the biggest thorn Christian Connolly ever had in his side. The crowd goes crazy as K-Money nails Tomoko with the Amityville Horror. Connolly turns around and his eyes goes wide in shock as K-Money slides out the ring, taking the Universal title with him. He snatches the mic from Colin Peterson, and hops the guardrail into the crowd. Ken: I can't.. I can't believe what I'm witnessing! It was K-Money all along! Chris: As if this night couldn't get any better. Connolly is now in the ring checking on his Universal champion, as K-Money takes out a can of spray paint, and proceeds to spray an 'E' on the Universal title. He chucks it back towards the ring, and it lands ringside with a thud. Connolly is fuming as K-Money locks eyes with his hated enemy. K-Money: I bet you didn't think you'd see me ever again, didn't ya bitch! M.O.E., wh'ats it mean? It means your titles don’t mean shit because now PWE equals M.O.E., MONEY OVER EVERYTHING! And with that, he throws the mic towards the ring, and almost hits Connolly in the head with it. K-Money makes his exit through the Fenway Park crowd as Hanahara is starting to come to. Ken: Ladies and gentlemen... what a night it has been here at historic Fenway Park. Cyberslam V will no doubt go down in the record books as one of the biggest, most amazing nights in PWE history. So often in this business, things fall short... but CSV lived up to the incredible hype. The giants of the wrestling world rocked the city of Boston. And when all was said and done... none stood taller than Tomoko Hanahara. But now a new threat has emerged out of nowhere, and his name is K-Money?! The PWE copyright and logo appear in the corner of the screen, and the closing shot, as fireworks go off high overhead in the night sky, is of the Queen of the Ring, down on the canvas, staring at her now defaced title. |