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Post by Tito Capaci on Feb 17, 2007 1:18:53 GMT -6
The crowd in the Star Pavilion is electric. A packed house of 1,384 screaming fans are giving Kansas City all it can handle in the arena adjoined to the Ameristar Casino. The lights suddenly go completely and flash bulbs begin to spark as people take pictures in the darkness. Black Sabbath's "War Pigs" begins to play over the PA system as highlights from "The Road to First Rights" start to roll on the screen. The lights slowly begin to fade in. Inside the ring is Tito Capaci holding both the Power On Wrestling Heavyweight Championship belt and the Valor Championship Title Belt high above his head, one in each hand. The crowd sees this and gives a huge ovation. They know that both belts are going to be leaving the arena around somebody's waist tonight! As the music comes to a close, Capaci puts one belt over each shoulder and pulls a microphone out of his jacket pocket.
Mr. Capaci: Ladies and gentlemen........Welcome to Power On Wrestling's "First Rights"!
Again, the crowd gives a huge cheer as Capaci gives them as much time as they need to show their approval.
Capaci: It's amazing what Power On Wrestling has been able to accomplish in just one short month. It's amazing to know that despite our regional status, we've been able to lure men away from national or global wrestling companies and their seven figure contracts. I'm talking about guys like Jason Dread. Guys like Big Ci. And yes, guys like Rich Morrison.
The crowd gives a hardy boo at the sound of Morrison who will be busting his ass later tonight for a shot at the POW Heavyweight Championship.
Capaci: I'm also just as pleased with our ability to keep some of the young up and comers in this business. I'm extremely excited to know that we were able to keep future superstars like Macros and Brock Hoyle. And yes, certainly future stars like Shawn Stevens.
The crowd goes nuts for the fan favorite. Capaci again allows the crowd time to cheer for their new hero.
Capaci: Tonight, you are going to see some of the best damn wrestling in the world. You are going to see these men do everything they can to win these matches because every match that happens tonight means something. Every single match! Two men will earn an opportunity to fight for the right to be called the number one contender to the Valor Championship!
The crowd cheers their approval.
Capaci: We're going to see a ladder match that pits one man who has never lost a ladder match against possibly the greatest aerialist we have on our roster!
Again, the crowd cheers for Brock Hoyle, who they know is the high-flier.
Capaci: We're going to see a grudge match who in the past months have been on televisions all over the damn world to settle a score from their time together in the UWC!
The crowd is obviously pumped about Jason Dread and Dave Hunter going head to head later in the evening.
Capaci: The very first match of the night will not just be a meaningless showcase. We will be crowning a title holder for a new belt at Power On Wrestling's All-In later in March and the winner of this match will have a spot for that new title. So get ready boys, your title shot is right in front of your face!
Loving the idea, the crowd cheers loudly.
Capaci: We have two men that will face off in this very ring tonight that one to prove themselves to this company by being "valorous." They'll get their chance as they try to win the POW Valor Title tonight!
Whoops and cheers and whistles fly through the arena as they get ready for Duke versus Bloodmoon.
Capaci: And it is also to my understanding that the POW Heavyweight Championship belt is on the line.
The Star Pavilion in Kansas City can barely contain the noise. This crowd has been built up for this match since the first show four weeks ago. They are stoked and ready!
Capaci: One man could be described as...."Simply Sensational."
Eluding to Shawn Stevens gets a huge pop that is sustained for well over a minute. They finally quiet down as they know what is coming next.
Capaci: And his opponent is a self-proclaimed wrestling deity.
Jeers and heckles are verbally thrown toward the ring. Capaci allows them adequate time to boo their most hated POW wrestler in Rich Morrison.
Capaci: And no matter what's been said, no matter what feelings have been hurt in a war of words, it's time to get down to business. And business is my specialty. So to those wrestling promotions out there that pride yourself on being "pure" or "universal" and are offended by this brand new wrestling company starting right here in the heartland of America and kicking your asses in both entertainment value AND talent....it's nothing personal, and you know damn well who I'm speaking to.....it's strictly business.
The Godfather theme begins to play for Capaci and the crowd gives a huge ovation for the owner of Power On Wrestling as he leaves the ring and heads back stage. The two announcers for POW take the show over.
Alex Pilgrim: Wrestling fans, welcome to Power On Wrestling's First Rights! I'm Alex Pilgrim and Tony Almanti is my partner in crime. Tony, I couldn't be more excited about tonight, and I know you feel the same way.
Tony Almanti: So much is on the line tonight. I'm not just talking about the two belts or the #1 contendership to the Valor title or even this new title that Mr. Capaci has decided to add to the fold at All In. I'm talking about pride. These men have been at each other's throat for an entire damn week now. I don't understand how they have had time to train. I have been around pro wrestling and pro boxing for a number of years and I have NEVER seen this much trash-talking going on for one night of fighting. Not ever.
Alex Pilgrim: There are seven matches on this card and quite frankly, any of them could end up being the match of the night.
Tony Almanti: No question about it, Alex. The ladder match is probably the one most people are really looking forward to as far as a fantastic match to watch. The one people most want to know about is the Heavyweight Title match between Rich Morrison and Shawn Stevens. These two guys are more alike than either one would like to admit, but there will for damn sure be one big difference after tonight....one of them will be a Heavyweight Champion again.
Pilgrim: This night is shaping up to be a monumental night for wrestling in the United States. This show could damn well start a POW wildfire that won't be out until it's raging uncontrollably from sea to shining sea!
Almanti: Whoa, partner. You ain't Shakespeare, so leave the flowery language on the shelf, alright?
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Post by Tito Capaci on Feb 17, 2007 1:19:26 GMT -6
Pilgrim: Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for the very first match on the very first Power on Wrestling DVD Taping for First Rights.
"Going Under" by Evanesense hits the soundwaves as Dan Real comes from out of the blck curtains in his trademark hoody. He turns around and raises both arms a la' Y2J. He turns around and lowers his arms he he looks to the crowd and cocks a smile to them as they boo him. He makes his way to the ring as the chorus of boos continue. Real jumps through the ropes and climbs on the bottom section of the ropes and removes the head part of the hoody and cocks a smile. He jumps down and awaits his opponnets.
Huff: The following match is an elimination Four Corners match with a twenty minute time limit. Making his way to the ring, from Sacramento California, weighing in at 232 pounds....DAN REAL!
Pilgrim: Dan Real is still looking for that first big victory here in POW.
Almanti: Tonight could be his night here in the Proving Grounds match.
A siren sounds, then "Let's Start A Riot" by Three 6 Mafia starts. Riot comes out and starts slapping hands with the fans. He walks down the ramp and slides into the middle of the ring and starts beating on his chest and then poses on the turnbuckles. Dan Real gives him a glare as Riot received a better response.
Huff: Approaching the ring, the second competitor, from Austin Texas, weighing in at 250 pounds. RIOT!
Almanti: Another young star looking for a huge win tonight.
The ring lights go bright pink and the arena lights turn down as the Ding Dong Song plays over the speakers, the crowd begins to boo and hiss vehemently as David DeAngelo strolls through the curtain, some of the women swoon but for the most part the crowd completely against him.
Huff: On his weight to the ring from Amsterdam, Netherlands weighing in at 231 pounds. DAVID DEANGELO!
Pilgrim: Some of the ladies like this young guy.
Almanti: You wish you were him....
Pilgrim: So do you....
With a look of disgust and anger, the man who calls himself "The Master of Mean", Black walks towards the ring while "The Life" blares over the PA. At the steps he looks around at the fans as they show their dislike for him. Not caring he walks up the stairs and steps in between the ropes. After giving away his vest he stands in the corner with his arms folded across his chest.
Huff: The final competitor for this contest, from W-S, NC....weighing in at 260 pounds. BLACK!
All four men are each in a corner. The referee, Tanner Dutton, checks with each man to make sure they know the rules.
Pilgrim: Folks this match may look rough but here are the rules. Only two men may be in the ring at a time. As each man is eliminated, another competitor will replace him. Any time during the match the two active participants can "tag" out of the match by allowing one of the other competitors into the ring. However tags are not required. Anyone may be eliminated at any moment, and the winner of this match will garner huge bragging rights in the ranks of POW.
Almanti: And folks, we have just heard word straight from Capaci himself that the winner of this match will get a shot at our next DVD Taping, All IN, for a new belt to be revealed next week on "The Road to All In!"
Pilgrim: Tony, that his huge news, no doubt about it. These men were told of this just moments ago! They must be totally pumped about this huge oppurtunity!
Dutton calls for the bell to ring and start the match. Riot and Black are the two men going to start the match.
Proving Grounds - Four Corners Match
Black vs. David DeAngelo vs. Riot vs. Dan Real
The two men lock up in the middle of the ring. Riot does a go-behind to attempt a German suplex, however Black blocks it by planting his feet. Riot tries it again but this time Black hits a couple of elbows to force the release. Riot looks frustrated he runs off the ropes and hits a clothesline, Black staggers, Riot runs off again and hits another one. He goes for one more and Black goes for a clothesline of his own, Riot ducks under and rebounds off the ropes, Black turns as Riot jumps for a Lou Thez press. But Black catches him and hits a huge spinebuster.
Pilgrim: WOW! What a hit. He caught Riot in midair.
Riot crawls over to where Real is standing but Real jumps off the apron leaving Riot in the ring. The crowd boos at Real, he just sends them a smirk as Black grabs Riot's leg and pulls him into the middle of the ring. Black then drops a huge elbow onto the back of Riot. Then another, and one more. Riot is in severe pain. Black starts laughing to himself seeing Riot crawling to make it to his feet. Real and DeAngelo are standing on their respective sides both approving of Black's work. Black pats his arm signalling for the Blackness Lariat. Riot makes it to his feet, Black drops back to run off the ropes, Riot turns right into the Blackness Lariat. Riot goes out cold. Black is pumped up after just leveling Riot.
Pilgrim: And that should be it for Riot. Good try but tonight was not his night.
Almanti: Black almost removed Riot's head from his shoulders.
Pilgrim: All he has to do is go for the pin.
Black turns and does his throat cut signal while Riot is still laid out. Dan Real slides into the ring and covers Riot while Black's back is turned. Dutton counts. 1.....2.....3! Riot has been eliminated.
Eliminated by Dan Real via pinfall at 8:24 - Riot
Pilgrim: Black is one step closer to getting a title shot!
Almanti: So are DeAngelo and Real, buddy.
Black turns around to see Real gloating for eliminating Riot after Black did the hard work. Dutton rolls Riot out of the ring as Real's eyes go wide seeing he is in Black's vision now.
Pilgrim: Real thought he got away with one, but this is an elimination match. Riot is gone, now it's just David DeAngelo, Black and Dan Real. And I would not want to be Dan Real right now. Black just manhandled Riot and Real stole the pin. That sure isn't going to make Black a happy man.
Almanti: Look at DeAngelo, just relaxing waiting for his spot. Black will make quick work of Real, look what he did to Riot who was almost his size.
Real looks back and forth for help from someone. DeAngelo is casually leaning on the turnbuckle mouthing off to a guy in the front row. Real sees him and grins. He dives and rolls under a clothesline attempt from Black, he goes to "tag" in DeAngelo but DeAngelo sees him at the last second and hops down. Real meets an empty corner as the color drains from his face. He turns around to see Black right behind him.
Pilgrim: Turnabout is fair play, Real just got a taste of his own medicine after what he did to Riot.
Almanti: He thought he had David sleeping, but that is some great ring awareness.
Real tries to use a few punches to fight off Black but Black shoves him into the corner and uses forearm smashes to Real's face. He backs up to the opposite turnbuckle and runs towards Real. He hits a stiff Yakuza kick in the corner. Real falls to the mat. He tries to make it back to his feet as Black grabs his head. Real grabs Black's head in return and hits a jawbreaker on Black. Black staggers back in recoil as Real makes it to his feet. Real climbs the turnbuckle and hits a huge corkscrew senton on Black. Black falls to the mat. Real gets to his feet and yells out "NOW THAT'S DAN REAL!" While he is showboating DeAngelo quickly jumps into the ring behind the ref's and Real's backs, he stomps Black in the groin, and tries to cover Black. 1.......2.........KICKOUT! Real turns to see DeAngelo in the ring, he walks up to him and shoves David. David laughs and shoves him back over Black who was crawling to his feet. Real falls on his ass and Black gets up seeing Real sitting on the mat and DeAngelo standing on the turnbuckle.
Pilgrim: Black thinks Real was the one who kicked him in the jewels tried to eliminate him.
Almanti: And DeAngelo is playing it off like he did nothing, I love it. Old school style right there.
Pilgrim: We are at the twelve minute mark. Eight minutes left for one of these men to eliminate the other two and get the win.
Real is pointing at DeAngelo who is shruging like he did nothing wrong. Black doesn't believe him. He runs at Real, Real ducks and rolls underneather a lariat. Black turns and tries another one, Real ducks once more. Black spins and unloads a vicious rolling kick right to Real's face. Black gets up quick and picks Real up. He nails an STO leveling Real once again. Once more he picks Real up and leans him on the ropes. He signals that it's the end now, he locks on the Black Lock on Real. Dan flails his arms trying to reach the ropes he was just on but is unable to. He taps out to the Black Lock. Black pulls back tighter once Real taps just for good measure. He tosses Real hard enough down that he slides under the bottom rope and out of the ring. Dan Real has been eliminated.
Eliminated by Black via submission at 15:47 - Dan Real
Pilgrim: And we are now down to two competitors with just about four minutes left.
Almanti: I honestly don't know who is going to win at this point. Black has been dominant, but DeAngelo hasn't even been in the ring for a minute so can he be more dominant?
Pilgrim: That will be determined right now with a shot at a mystery title on the line!
David DeAngelo hesitantly steps into the ring. Black has a huge grin on his face thinking he has the match wrapped up. David shakes off his jitters and walks right up to Black. The two stand almost eye to eye. DeAngelo gets a big smirk on his face. He points behind Black to try and fake him out. Black keeps focus on David. DeAngelo shrugs then begins to turn around. He stops and turns back and rakes Black's eyes. Black spins covering his eyes, David slowly backs up and hits a chopblock to Black knocking him down. Black is down and DeAngelo is capitalizing. He hits a couple of jumping knee drops to Black's shoulders and back. Black rolls over and blocks a third knee drop, but DeAngelo springs back to his feet and hits a face stretcher on Black. Again the monster rubs his face and rolls onto his stomach.
Pilgrim: DeAngelo has slowed the match down to his pace.
Almanti: That he has, he brought the dominant man down from his high momentum spot.
David poses for the crowd now that he has the dreaded Black down. Black uses the moment to climb to his feet. DeAngelo isn't paying attention and he walks right into a Trapped Arm Belly-to-Belly Suplex. DeAngelo hits the mat and sits right up in pain. Black is also trying to recover. Both men get to their feet. Black hits a right elbow, then DeAngelo with a right fist, Black responds with a left elbow, DeAngelo throws a knee into Black's stomach. Black reels back and DeAngelo runs off the ropes, Black sees him coming and goes for a lariat but DeAngelo ducks and bounces off the ropes again, he turns and gets a stiff Standing Side Kick. DeAngelo stumbles around and walks right into the setup for the Blackness Buster but as Black lifts David, David swings his body down and counters with a tornado DDT. Both men are down.
Almanti: Under a minute left! Are we going to get a winner?
Pilgrim: I don't know! This one is close!
A timer pops up onto the screen signalling thirty seconds left. Both men climb to their feet and realize the time is almost up. Black runs for a Blackness Lariat but DeAngelo ducks. David turns and jumps behind Black and uses an amature takedown to get Black down. He tries furiously to lock on the Cincinnatti Bow Tie but Black muscles out of it. 10 seconds left. Black lifts up DeAngelo on his back and tosses him off. Black tries to pull DeAngelo to his feet. 5 seconds left. He lifts him for a powerbomb but DeAngelo locks his legs around Black's neck. Black drops DeAngelo down and attempts a pin while DeAngelo has the Triangle Choke locked on. 2 seconds. The ref doesn't know what to do. 1 second. BUZZ! Both men let the other one go and roll back to opposite sides of the ring. Both men have grins on their faces like they know they almost beat the other.
Match Resulted in a Draw at the 20:00 Time Limit
Almanti: A DRAW!?
Pilgrim: These two men could not beat the other, but they sure showed that they can go the distance. I would love to see a rematch.
Huff: Ladies and gentlemen, Black and David DeAngelo went to the twenty minute time limit, therefore the final elimination of the match has ended in a draw.
Almanti: DeAngelo had the Triangle Choke locked in, Black would have tapped if it wasn't for the time limit.
Pilgrim: Black had him pinned. He would have gotten the win before he tapped out.
Black and DeAngelo stare each other down. DeAngelo signals the match was "this close" to being over. Black laughs and does the throat cutting sign and points at David. The two grin at each other.
Pilgrim: But what is Mr. Capaci going to do about the title shot?
Almanti: I have a feeling we're about to find out!
The lights dim down to a near candelit dimness as The Godfather theme begins to play over the PA system. Capaci steps out to the top of the ramp and looks into the ring as DeAngelo and Black look intently to the boss.
Capaci: You know, I said that the winner of this match would be getting a shot at a title that will be unveiled next week at "The Road to All In." Well, it pains me to say this, but we didn't have a winner of this match.
The crowd boos. DeAngelo looks pissed and Black just laughs in disbelief.
Capaci: No, the way I saw it, we had two guys that put on a hell of a match and I won't call you both winners, but since neither of you lost, I'm going to go ahead and book it for "All In"....David DeAngelo versus Black for the mystery title!
The crowd cheers, ready to see this rematch. DeAngelo puts a smile back on his face and starts flirting with women outside the ring. Black immediately turns a cold gaze toward DeAngelo.
Capaci: One more thing boys, at "All In," all the rules are out. No time limit, no DQ. We're by-God going to have a winner so get ready.
The crowd cheers as Capaci's music plays again. Capaci exits the ramp to backstage.
Pilgrim: And there it is! We have our first match booked for "All In"! It's going to be David DeAngelo versus Black for a title....but what title?
Almanti: Screw what title it's over! I just want to see another match like that next time!
Pilgrim: What? Something's going on backstage....
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Post by Tito Capaci on Feb 17, 2007 1:19:44 GMT -6
The screen turns to the parking garage where EMT's are trying to pull some man off another, seriously injured wrestler. Upon closer inspection, Rich Morrison is the culprit and Jason Lee is the victim! Rich fights off the EMT's and the camera zooms in toward Lee and sees a huge open wound just above his eye. Morrison has a spiked dog collar around his hand and is just pummeling Lee over and over again! The blood is flying in all directions, but Morrison continues the beating. Finally, security arrives and pulls Morrison off of Lee. Morrison lets lose one big spitball at Lee before they put Lee on the stretcher who is out and has lost a lot of blood.
Pilgrim: How does this kind of thing happen on the biggest night of Jason Lee's career?
Almanti: I think the real question is why?
Pilgrim: More headgames from Rich Morrison, there is no doubt about that. Shawn Stevens and Jason Lee were extremely close and just this week we know Stevens promised to look after Jason Lee!
Almanti: Mission failed. He had better hope he lives up to his promises for his match tonight better than he lived up to his promise to Jason Lee!
The POW camera then switches to the backstage area of the arena more correctly standing in the locker room of POW wrestler Macros Vitruvious. The room is set up similar as in the promo mere days ago, but there happens to be one object out of place. The back up lorica which Macros would sometimes use is laying in the center of the room, its edges dented as if someone had thrown it to the floor in rage. The sound of a door opening is heard from behind as the camera spins around, none other than the wrestler Macros stands in the door frame looking from the camera to his dented lorica, slowly he paces over to the fallen armor. The wrestlers manager Riley, a man known to a lot of controversy this week, walks to the door before he leans against the door frame watching intensely.
Macros: This is not the way I nor the designers would treat such valuable material, obviously this room has had a visitor other than myself today.
Riley: Well if ya ask me, it was one of ya opponents. Who else would think of damaging such beautiful armor as this, in fact if I am not mistaken Big Ci was seen entering this room in a promo.
Macros spins around to look at his manager whom has a look of complete honesty across his face, the wrestler places the armor carefully back down towards the floor with a mixed look of disgust and anger implanted on his face. Macros puts his hand under his tunic and pulls out the legendary glove which has been a mark throughout his career, slowly he squeezes it over his right hand flexing it slightly,
Macros: We have a match to attend Riley.
With that said the wrestler marches from the locker room, passing the camera and his manager with that same look of anger across his face…a look which none have yet experience in the world of professional wrestling. The camera zooms in on the now cocky and humorous look on the face of the manager.
Riley: Damaging the armor…you’re a genius Riley. Oh we’re in for a great match…ha-ha.
The manager leaves the room to catch up with his client, the echoes of his laughter follows his path back to the microphone of the camera.
Alex Pilgrim: Your telling me it was the manager that damaged the armor the whole time. But his client thinks it was Big Ci!!!
Tony Almanti: Hey Alex in the words of our boss Tito Capaci, its nothing personal…strictly business.
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Post by Tito Capaci on Feb 17, 2007 1:20:07 GMT -6
::the bell sounds and Richard huff stands mid ring::
Huff: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a triangle match. Introducing first……
:: The lights dim to less than 30% and two spotlights circle the arena. "Now You're a Man" kicks up over the sounds system and 11 seconds in when the vocals start up Lance Erickson walks out onto the entry way with his right fist raised.
Huff: …..from Portland, Oregon. Weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds, LAAAANCE ERICKSON!!!
::After a few seconds, he runs down to the ring, slides in and hops onto the far bottom rope, pointing to the crowd which pops huge. He drops down and walks to the middle of the ring in preparation for his opponents::
Huff: And the second participant…
::A low chilling note fills the arena blowing from the speakers before a drum beat can be heard in the distance building in volume on every pulse. Suddenly a series of horns start to blow a tune that would provoke fear even in the hearts of the most bravest of men, as the camera shift towards the entrance curtains we see that a haze of smoke has started to build up covering the curtain from view. Shadows start to move behind the smoke and suddenly emerging from the smoke is Riley he takes a couple of paces down the ramp before pointing back towards the entrance as the theme song reaches the highest point of musical volume. The horns start to play that tune once more as out of the smoke steps the man everyone was looking for...Macros. He stands at the top of the entrance ramp dressed in a red tunic and Lorica mainly made up of Plate armor. He closes his eyes listening to the beat of the drums letting the feeling of the battle wash over him before making his way down the ramp towards his battlefield for the night.
Huff: …from Parts Unknown. Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds. MAAACROS!!!
Macros steps up into the ring while his manager Riley rolls in gently across the canvas. Almost like clockwork the music lowers in volume once again just that chilling notes from the horns float around the arena as Macros begins to take of his Lorica and his tunic until he stands in the ring in his wrestling attire. As he listens to the music an almost calm look crosses Macro's face as he waits for his opponent placing that legendary black glove on his preferred right hand....::
Huff: And their opponent…
::”Out ta get me” by Guns N Roses blares over the p.a., the crowd get to their feet and go absolutely nuts as Big Ci comes through the curtain, really playing to the crowd::
Huff: …from Charlotte, North Carolina. Weighing in at three hundred and two pounds. BIIIIIG CIIIIIIII!!!
::Cii stalks down to ringside giving high fives to anyone that was within reach, he reaches ringside and grabs the middle rope pulling himself up onto the apron, Cii then steps into the ring and removes his t-shirt tossing it into the crowd, the three men kind of stand around looking at each other as Tanner Dutton calls for the bell::
Alex Pilgrim: And here we go fans, one of our two matches to determine the contenders for the Valor Championship. This should be an amazing encounter.
Tony Almanti: Right you are Alex, this is gonna be a hell of a match. And it’s going to be a hell of a victory for Macros.
AP: You seem pretty confident in that prediction Tony. Would you like to shed some light on it?
TA: It’s simple Alex, Macros has Riley behind him. He’s the mind behind the monster you get what I’m saying. Just watch.
Tanner Dutton, the referee for the match calls for the opening bell!
ding-ding
Macros vs. Big Ci vs. Lance Erikson
::the three men circle each other trying to get a feel for what direction they want to take it, Lance Erickson is the first to move when he raises his hand in the air wanting a test of strength from Big Ci, Ci obliges him and takes Erickson’s hand, Ci then turns to Macros and puts up his other hand, Macros reaches up and takes it and then Erickson and Macros lock knuckles as well::
AP: A peculiar way to start the match, a three way test of strength.
TA: We’re going to see who’s gonna take control of this one right out of the blocks.
::the three men all apply pressure at once and random grunts and cries ring out as the three try to one up each other, Lance and Ci act first as they both let go of Macros before charging forward and knocking him down with a hard double clothesline, Macros gets back up and he is caught by Big Ci who whips him off the far side ropes, on the return Ci lifts him up into a sidewalk slam, Lance hits the ropes and leaps up and leg drops Macros as Ci slams him down::
AP: Fantastic tandem offense from Big Ci and Lance Erickson.
::Macros rolls out to the floor where Riley runs over and attends to him as Lance and Ci turn to each other and grab each other into a collar and elbow tie up, the two jockey for position before Big Ci backs Lance up to the corner, Tanner Dutton gets between them looking for a clean break, he gets it as Big Ci backs up to a neutral position in the center of the ring, Lance comes back and shakes himself off before locking up with Ci again, this time Lance uses a quick drop toe hold to put Ci down on the mat, Lance then floats over and puts Ci in a front facelock, meanwhile Macros slides back into the ring and hits a hard muay thai style kick to Lance’s back to break the hold, he then pulls Lance back and plants him with a belly to back suplex, he moves over as if he was going to cover, but gets caught by the neck by Big Ci::
TA: Got caught by the big fella. You can only stay away from the behemoth’s for so long.
AP: And when they get ahold of ya, it’s soon to be lights out.
::Ci lifts Macros up into a scoop slam position and drops down with a hard rib breaker, and rather than drop Macros he holds onto him before lifting himself back up and scoop slamming Macros to the mat, Ci then hits the ropes and attempts and elbow but Macros rolls out of the way, Macros jumps to his feet and lays a few soccer style kicks on Ci before turning his attention to Lance, who charges at him only to get caught by a boot to the gut followed by a swinging neckbreaker, Macros moves into a quick cover and Tanner Dutton makes the count::
ONE…
AP: Quick kickout.
TA: You’re gonna have to do more than that to win this one.
::Lance gets quickly to his feet only to be caught in a quick armbar, Macros torques up on it but Ci is able to get back to his feet and catch Macros in the face with a big boot, Lance meets Big Ci quickly and snatches a quick side headlock, he wrenches it in and Big Ci begins pushing his forearms against Lance’s face to try to break the hold, Ci however uses his wait to push the duo back and shoot Lance off the ropes, Ci hits the ropes behind him and charges forward with a quick shoulder block knocking Lance off his feet, Ci then hits the other side but Lance rolls over onto his stomach, Ci leaps over him and continues to the other side but is tripped up by Macros who grabs at his legs when he gets near, Macros slides to the outside and drags Ci over to the corner where he slams his injured ankle against the ring post twice::
TA: You knew someone was gonna get ahold of that injured leg eventually.
::Ci lays in the corner tending to his injured leg as Lance and Macros lock up in the center of the ring, Lance with a quick go behind lifts Macros up and drives him to the mat with an amateur takedown, Lance then floats over into a front headlock, but it is countered when Macros picks the leg and forces Lance down onto his back, Macros then grapevines Lances’ legs with his own and applies a step over toe hold
not wanting to be in the hold long, Lance begins putting the other boot to Macros, Macros breaks the hold and falls back against the ropes where Lance meets him with a pair of knife edge chops, an irish whip, and a high elevation back drop::
AP: Did you see the height on that one!
TA: You know he might wanna think about cashing in on some of those frequent flier miles.
::Ci tries to get up to a vertical base but fails as he takes to just leaning in the corner as Lance moves in on Macros who’s getting shakily to his feet, Lance hits a picture perfect gutwrench suplex and floats over into the cover::
ONE…
TWO…
AP: Close call that time.
::Lance grabs at Macros’ legs and tries to apply a figure four, but he is pushed off by Macros’ foot toward Big Ci, Ci moves out of the way as quickly as possible and Lance slams chest first into the top turnbuckle, Lance staggers around and eventually turns to face the big man who nails him with a spinebuster for his trouble, Big Ci hooks the leg for the cover::
ONE…
TWO…
::this time Erickson is the one kicking out as Macros comes from behind and hits a hard forearm shot to Big Ci’s back and then another into Lance’s face, Macros has both men backed against the ropes, and he begins trading off knife edge chops on both of them, eventually the two bigger men stand their ground, load up and hit a double knife edge to Macros simultaneously, Macros gets up and Ci grabs him whipping him across the ring to the far corner, he then grabs Lance and whips him in after him, all of Lance’s two hundred and eighty pound frame crashes into Macros in the corner, Macros staggers out and Ci hobbles forward attempting a huge lariat clothesline, but Macros rolls under it, and Ci lands awkwardly on his already tender ankle, Ci hits the mat flat and Lance charges back out of the corner at Macros who throws a wild clothesline, Lance ducks it and gets behind his adversary before hooking him by the waist and landing a prestine briding german suplex::
AP: It’s the bridge of Lances!
ONE…
TWO…
TH…NO!
::Big Ci reached out and pulled one of Lance’s feet out from under him effectively breaking the bridge, Lance moves over and begins putting the boots to Ci as Macros gets back to his feet, Macros runs up behind Lance and slams him down with a side Russian leg sweep before cinching Ci up in an ankle lock submission hold::
TA: This is it Alex! I told you he had this one in the bag.
AP: But look at how quickly Lance Erickson is reacting.
::Lance leaps to his feet seeing the peril that Big Ci is in, Lance runs over and quickly stomps and grinds his boot right onto Macros’ mostly bare foot, Macros cries out and releases the hold::
TA: I guess that’s one way to break an ankle lock.
AP: What a smart move on Lance’s part!
::Lance is at Macros’ side and as Macros leans down to examine his foot Lance moves behind him and cinches in a sleeper hold, Big Ci meanwhile makes his way gingerly to his feet and hobbles over to Lance before applying a sleeper hold on HIM::
TA: My god, first a three way test of strength and now this.
AP: Ladies and gentlemen we have a three way sleeperhold on our hands.
::While Ci has the sleeperhold on Lance, Macros slides out from Lance's grip. Ci uses the moment to pull back and pull Lance right off his feet. Macros recovers while Ci has the sleeper locked in. Lance begins to fade but Ci sees Macros and tosses Lance aside. Ci charges Macros but he ducks and turns around and hits the Roman Salute right to the throat of Big Ci. Ci goes down clutching his throat. Lance makes it to his feet and leans on the ropes. Macros runs at him and clotheslines him over the top rope. Macros is on fire, he turns and points to Ci. The crowd goes nuts. Ci starts to crawl to his feet. Macros hits a few stiff kicks to Ci to knock him to one knee. He then applies the Anaconda Vice. Ci tries to pull himself to the ropes. Lance starts to crawl into the ring to break the hold but Ci taps out before he can make it::
AP: Macros has won this match!
TA: That he has, that was an amazing match.
AP: And perhaps even more important, Macros moves on and next week will have a shot to earn the right to be called the number one contender to the Valor Title. This is a marquis win, for Macros.
TA: It's huge....and hey....Macros is still undefeated professionally. Keep that in mind!
PA: We'll find out who Macros will be fighting next week very shortly, but first, here's an interview with Rich Morrison conducted just last night!
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Post by Tito Capaci on Feb 17, 2007 1:20:28 GMT -6
The lights dim down a bit and the screen shows a pre-recorded interview with Rich Morrison exclusively to show during this show! It shows Greg Kilgreen and Rich Morrison in two metal folding chairs, facing each other in a bare room.
Greg Kilgreen says: First of all, Rich, thanks for agreeing to this interview. We're just hours away from the biggest night in POW's young history and you're in the biggest match of it's young history. How does that strike you?
Rich Morrison says: It strikes me as obvious, Greg. A main event? The biggest night? It just SCREAMS Rich Morrison.
Greg Kilgreen says: Certainly, you're a huge superstar. Nobody is doubting that. But your match is against a guy who is seen as one of the hottest up and comers in the business in Shawn Stevens. Supertars are made by beating men like yourself. Correct?
Rich Morrison says: Superstars are made by beating men like myself, yes. But, for those who have followed my career...I didn't "make" any superstars. I don't care what the people in corporate say, I don't care what the people on the Internet say. If Shawn Stevens wants to be a superstar, yeah, he has to beat me. But, I guarantee, Stevens won't be a superstar tonight...or any night for that matter.
Greg Kilgreen says: And that's been one of the strongest critiques against you, hasn't it? That with all your great power and prestige and influence in the industry, you haven't helped the younger generation wrestlers work their way upward?
Rich Morrison says: Do you know wrestling, history Greg? Do you know my history in particular? I guess not. I was never given an opportunity ANYWHERE. My friends and I had to pave our own way. Rich Morrison made Rich Morrison. It wasn't anyone else that contributed. The thing that's wrong with Stevens is he's shooting his mouth off like he is owed something. Well, he isn't. Plus, I'm only 27. I have a long time before my career is over.
Greg Kilgreen says: I can understand that, but surely you know of your, um....reputation. Right?
Rich Morrison says: No Greg, tell me. What exactly have you heard about my so-called "reputation"? Explain the whole thing so I can be up to speed. People are always adding something new. I haven't checked the POW fan forum in a few days, what are they saying about me now?
Greg Kilgreen says: Well, pompous ass has been used a few times. Sound familiar?
Rich Morrison says: Pompous ass? I'm sure the user who posted that was Shawn Stevens in disguise. Maybe his username was "TripleSfan4eva". Yeah, I'm sure it was. Am I pompous? No way. I only speak the truth. If people don't like the truth, they can go and watch a Shawn Stevens promo. 8 Minutes of lies and deceit.
Greg Kilgreen says: So then, you're think you're just misunderstood by the wrestling community and its fans?
Rich Morrison says: Personally, I'm not a fan of both the community or the fans. I don't dress with the boys in the back, I don't do autograph signings. I'm not misunderstood, people are just jealous. Honestly, I mean, seriously. Look at what I have done in my career, and then...compare me to...a fireman or someone in the Army. I'm way more important then they ever will be. Are they on TV each week? No way.
Greg Kilgreen says: You're trying to tell me that you, Rich Morrison, are more important that the men and women who serve in the United States military? This is beyond the pail, even for you, Rich!
Rich Morrison says: I'll tell you what, how long did it take the US Army to find Saddam Hussein? Exactly. If you would have sent the New Money Army in there, we would have found him in days.
Greg Kilgreen says: It's no wonder that POW fan forums have been in logging on in record numbers in their support for Shawn Stevens! And it's also no wonder why Shawn Stevens is chomping at the bit for this match. He's gone on record saying that he wants to beat you more than anyone else in the industry right now.
Rich Morrison says: Of course he does. See, right there. He even admits I'm the #1 guy in this industry today. I have what everyone else lacks. Stevens claims he's not some gimmick. Please, Mr. Sensationally Mediocre has a gimmick. You might as well call him the Sandman, cause he puts us to sleep. What I have that everyone else lacks is a third dimension. I'm not some 2d character like Chester Coban. All he says is "I'm big, I'm a bad ass". No way, that's boring. I'm not like Flap. "Let's get drunk!'. No, I provoke emotion. I get people talking. I'm not a good guy, I'm not a bad guy. I'm the shade of gray that everyone has but refuses to embrace.
Greg Kilgreen says: Some people would definitely consider you a "bad guy," Rich. But on the topic of Stevens, it sure sounds as if you aren't giving him any respect whatsoever. What happens if Stevens, and not you, ends up as the first Power On Wrestling Heavyweight Champion?
Rich Morrison says: Like I told Stevens before. I don't have to respect anyone that doesn't deserve it. If by some miracle Mr. Sensationally Mediocre defeats me and becomes the first POW Champion... (laughs) I'll make sure that belt comes my way. I'll promise you that.
Greg Kilgreen says: And when that belt finally comes your way, what will it mean to you? Where will it rank in your wrestling accomplishments?
Rich Morrison says: The POW is currently the most talked about federation in the USA that doesn't have a national TV deal. Rich Morrison is the most talked about wrestler in this industry, period. It's a perfect fit. Rich Morrison would rank it as his #1 accomplishment to date.
Greg Kilgreen says: Alright, well....I hate to say it but good luck at First Rights, Mr. Morrison.
Rich Morrison says:I don't need luck, I'm Rich F'N Morrison.
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Post by Tito Capaci on Feb 17, 2007 1:21:34 GMT -6
“The Chapter Begins” from the Gears of War soundtrack starts playing, as Cran Lamdon, the most delusional wrestler in POW, walks through the crowd, who gives a rather lukewarm response at this odd individual. He leaps over the barricade and rolls into the ring, wearing a title belt on his shoulder, which he thinks is the POW World Championship.
Richard Huff: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it will determine a spot in a number-one-contenders match for the POW Valor championship! Introducing first, weighing in at 231 pounds, Cran Lamdon!!!
Almanti: This guy is nuts.
Pilgrim: You said it, not me. Well, if there is anybody who could possibly match Lamdon in craziness, it is “The Atomic Ninja,” Reck Maverick!
“Kryptonite” by 3 Doors Down starts coming out of the PA system as the fans jump to their feet and start cheering. They almost drown out the sound of a flute playing the Green Power Ranger theme, as a puff of smoke explodes in front of the curtain, signaling the arrival of Reck Maverick. He gives a ninja pose, then quickly runs to the ring. He dives in between first and second rope before kipping up and drawing the Blade of Legend. He gives pre-match sword demonstration before giving a thumbs-up to the audience and handing the Blade to the ring side attendant.
Huff: And his opponent, from San Jose, California, weighing in at 220 pounds, “The Atomic Ninja,” Reck Maverick!!!
Pilgrim: And of course, Jason Lee should be in this match, but damn that Rich Morrison!
Almanti: Rich is definitely making a lot of enemies here in POW. But you know what? I don't think he gives a damn!
The refree, Nathan McElvoy calls for the bell!
ding-ding
Cran Landom vs. Reck Maverick
The bells sounds, and Cran runs across the ring, but Reck has learned from the last two matches he had; he rolls out of the way, causing Lamdon to run into the turnbuckle. Cran turns around, and is met with dropkick from Reck Maverick. Lamdon staggers out of the corner; Maverick scoops him up and drops his face on the turnbuckle for Snake Eyes. Reck wastes no time and bounces off the ropes and delivers a high knee to Lamdon, who hobbles for a moment but remains standing. Reck bounces of again and gives another high knee strike, but Lamdon does not fall. Reck tries once again, jumps up, and is met with a huge clothesline from Lamdon, knocking him for an entire revolution.
Pilgrim: What a clothesline from Cran Lamdon!
Almanti: Those crazy pills he’s been taking must give him some kind of strength!
Cran mounts Reck and begins delivering a series of punches to Reck’s face. He picks Reck up and delivers a belly-to-belly overhead suplex. He covers:
1…
2…
NO! Reck kicks out.
Cran picks up Reck again and locks on a bearhug. He violently shakes Maverick while tightening his grip around his waist.
Pilgrim: Maverick could tap out right here!
Almanti: Don’t count out Reck so fast, he’s a freaking ninja!
The ref goes to check on Reck, who is not moving. He raises his arm one time, and it falls. He repeats this, with the same result. He tries one more time, but Reck keeps it raised. The crowd cheers as Reck circles his hand around, before giving a thumbs-up! He chops Lamdon in the right side of the neck, with no effect. He tries the other side, nothing. He then does a Mongolian chop, which finally shakes Lamdon. He does this again and again until Cran finally releases the hold, at which point Maverick leaps into the air and delivers a final Mongolian chop, sending Lamdon reeling into the ropes. He bounces back, and Reck lifts him up in a fireman’s carry and begins rotating around over and over again for an Airplane spin, much to the delight of the crowd.
Pilgrim: When was the last time you saw an airplane spin, Tony?
Almanti: I have no idea, but this crowd obviously likes it!
Reck finally puts Lamdon down, who staggers about in dizzy confusion. Reck quickly scales one of the turnbuckles, and leaps off with a flying cross body block, finally bringing Lamdon down. He pins:
1..
2..
NO! Lamdon kicks out.
Pilgrim: Whoa! That was close!
Almanti: You know the addage about close, right? Horseshoes and crap?
Landom looks up to see that Reck is semi-questioning the slower count by Nathan McElvoy. Landom, reaches between Reck's legs and pulls him over for a quick small package! McElvoy is right on top of it!
1......
2........
REVERSAL!!!!!! Reck just reversed the small package!
1.......
2.......
3!!!!!!!!
The kickout is too late! McElvoy calls for the bell and Landom jumps up in down in happiness! Reck is confused.
Pilgrim: Reck Maverick wins the match, but you wouldn't know it by looking in the ring!
Almanti: That Landom thinks he's undefeated....don't break his heart! Let him believe it!
Pilgrim: The important thing is that Reck Maverick has secured a spot and will be fighting next week at "The Road to All In" to be named the number one contender to the Valor Championship Belt. This was a keystone match for Reck Maverick.
Almanti: Maverick is one of the few guys that is left with an unblemished record in POW. Another one is Brock Hoyle. He's in a little match called a "Highrise of Steel" match later tonight. Here's a little preview of why this match is taking place.
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Post by Tito Capaci on Feb 17, 2007 1:21:49 GMT -6
The video promo starts with the camera focused on a ladder in the middle of an empty ring and an empty arena. Suddenly, "War Stories" by Cinderella begins to play as the following clips from past POW shows begins to play moments that led to this feud match.
POW The Road to First Rights, February 1 2007
POW The Road to First Rights February 8, 2006
POW The Road to First Rights February 15, 2007
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Post by Tito Capaci on Feb 17, 2007 1:22:32 GMT -6
Richard Huff: Ladies and gentlemen, the following grudge match is set for one fall! First, hailing form Washington D.C., standing at six feet, three inches tall and weighing in at 255 pounds......JASOOOON DREEEEEEEAAAAD!!!!!!!
Immediately the crowd begins to boo. The vicinity goes dark as Rob Dougan's "Clubbed To Death" slowly begins. About twenty-or-so seconds into the instrumental melody, Jason Dread finally emerges onto the scene draped in a black with gold trim boxing-like robe. Gold and silver strobe lights begin circling about, and Dread slowly begins sauntering down the entry way. Approaching the ring, Jason leaps up onto the apron and then enters the ring. He then paces around a bit while gently slapping himself and pumping himself up for his upcoming encounter. Now, Dread strips himself of his robe that covered most of his body -- including his face -- and throws it outside the ring. His music now dies down, and he is ready for action.
Pilgrim: There are a lot of people that believe Jason Dread is a future POW Heavyweight Champion waiting to happen. I can't say I disagree.
Almanti: He has all tools plus a bad attitude. It makes for one nasty fighter.
Richard Huff: And his opponent, making his way across the Atlantic from the United Kingdom while standing at six feet, eight inches tall and topping the charts at 284 pounds.....DAAAAAVE HUUUUUNTER!!!!!
The chorus of “You know my name” hits as “The Predator” Dave Hunter appears on the stage. Dave stands on the stage, met with a mixture of cheers and boos. He raises out his arms. He then arrogantly walks down to the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope. Dave then stretches his arms out and poses in the center of the ring and the music fades.
Pilgrim: And here's a guy who some of the fans have had a change of heart for. Last week's incident and his relationship with fan favorite, Big Ci, has gotten Hunter a few fans.
Almanti: Imagine what a win over Jason Dread would do!
The two men walk to the center of the ring and stand nose to nose. Neither men wants to budge. Benny Lawson, POW's head referee quickly singles for the opening bell to get his match started completely legal.
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Dave Hunter vs. Jason Dread
The two men don't say a word for several seconds. Hunter is some five inches taller and has no problem looking down at Dread. Neither man wants to budge on the staring contest but finally Dread gives a nasty knee to the midsection of Hunter. Dread quickly whips Hunter into the ropes and tries a big clothesline, but Hunter somehow gets his huge frame under the swinging arm of Dread. Hunter rebounds off the ropes and leaps and nails a flying elbow right on the chin of Jason Dread who collapses to the floor. Hunter quickly hooks the leg and goes for a quick pin as Lawson slides in for the count!
1....
Kickout!
Pilgrim: Not even a two count for Hunter, but I think Jason Dread was a little surprised at the raw power and deceptive speed of Dave Hunter.
Almanti: You always expect big men to be a little lethargic, but Hunter is not just a big man, he's a big athletic man. And boy, can he move.
Hunter doesn't take time to gloat and quickly slides down to the feet of Dread and applies an ankle lock on Dread. Dread originally struggles a bit go get out of the hold, but Hunter has a very tight grip. Benny Lawson gets in good position to ask Dread if he wants to submit or to see any tapping. Dread will have none of it though and reaches his arms as far as they can in order to grasp a rope. He gets a hold of the bottom rope and shakes it violently just to make sure that Benny Lawson sees it. Lawson forces Hunter to break the hold and Dread takes the opportunity to slide out of the ring and try to walk off the damage done to his ankle.
Pilgrim: And now it looks as if Dread wants to slow the tempo of the match down a little bit!
Almanti: When healthy, it obviously benefits him to have a faster match. But when you have a bad wheel, that tempo needs to slow down big time.
Hunter doesn't like what's taking place and slides out of the ring behind him. He power walks to catch up and starts to close in. Dread somehow sees Hunter coming and throws and unexpected elbow that connects to the nose of Hunter, sending him reeling back a ways. Dread quickly jumps on the opportunity by connecting a shuffle sidekick into the kneecap of Hunter. Hunter drops to one knee and Dread runs at full speed and drills Hunter with a flying knee to the head. Dread looks up and sees that Lawson is on a seven count for the double count out, so Dread breaks the count by rolling in and then rolls back out. Dread gets Hunter to his feet and connects a beautiful snap suplex on the outside and jaws with a few fans hanging over the guardrail. Dread gets Hunter to his feet again and shoves him into the ring.
Pilgrim: After a good start for Hunter, Jason Dread has taken control of this match.
Almanti: Dread is a master craftsman, no doubt about it.
Dread slides in behind Hunter and Hunter is getting to his feet. Dread quickly moves in and lands a running bulldog on Hunter. He quickly goes in for a pin as Lawson slides into position!
1....
2.....
KICKOUT!!!!
Pilgrim: So close! Hunter isn't done just yet!
Almanti: You can't count out these amazing athletes until the official calls for the bell. Not ever.
Dread hops up and and questions Lawson about the count speed, but Lawson isn't a bit intimidated. Dread continues to bicker with Lawson and doesn't realize that Dread has gotten to his feet and has shaken off the cobwebs. Dread gets a clue from the crowd cheering that Hunter isn't on the mat anymore. He is correct. He turns around and Hunter catches Dread's throat in one hand and stares at him with a menacing gaze. Dread tries to struggle out of it, but it's too late, Hunter lifts him up and chokeslams him hard to the mat. The crowd goes nuts as Hunter takes a look at the turnbuckle and makes his way to the corner!
Pilgrim: Folks, I think Dave Hunter is about to perform a top rope maneuver!
Almanti: Ya think, Sherlock?
Hunter takes a look at Dread's body and with the crowd giving a huge cheer, leaps and goes for a shooting star press, but Dread somehow moves out of the way! Hunter lands hard and rolls up in a ball, hurt from the fall.
Pilgrim: OH NO!!! Hunter's risky move cost him big!
Almanti: He had him where he wanted him! Why go for the top rope move at that point?
Dread has to shake out on some cobwebs as well. Both men struggle to get to their feet at about the same time. They both back into the center, not completely aware of their surroundings. They bump into each other from behind, and instinctively, Dread lifts up Hunter and completes his Grand Finale finisher!
Pilgrim: Grand Finale! Grand Finale! He has him in the leg lock, but I think the slam knocked him out!
Almanti: That is experience and instinct at work for Jason Dread, folks.
The referee picks up Hunter's arm and drops it....it falls to the ground. ONE!!!
Lawson picks up the arm again and lets it go......it falls. TWO!!!!
Benny Lawson lifts the hand one more time and let's it go....
It falls! Benny Lawson calls for the bell, Jason Dread has won the match!
Pilgrim: What a heartbreaker for Dave Hunter. This truly could have gone either way.
Almanti: Both of these guys are championship caliber wrestlers. This was a statement match for Dread. He put all of POW on notice tonight. This night is shaping up to be nothing less than amazing.
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Post by Tito Capaci on Feb 17, 2007 1:22:51 GMT -6
Again, the lights dim down and the screen goes to the second of the two interviews involving the competitors in the POW Heavyweight Championship fight later in the evening. This time, it's Shawn Stevens sitting across from Greg Kilgreen.
Greg Kilgreen says: Shawn, thanks for taking the time out of this busy week to do an interview. I know you've been making sure that all your "t's" are crossed and "I's" dotted. What does this match mean to you?
Shawn says: It means the world to me. I haven't had an opportunity like this in months. To come in to POW and have this shot at the very first DVD taping is very exciting. To have it against Rich Morrison takes some of the fun away, but will only make it that much better when I go through him once and for all to win a major championship.
Greg Kilgreen says: You come from a promotion that was widely successful in the Universal Wrestling League. You could be the first wrestler to be both a POW Heavyweight Champion and a former UWL Heayvweight Champion. What similarities and/or differences do you see in POW and the UWL?
Shawn says: That's one hell of a question, let me break things down. First of all, to be the first wrestler, and to be honest probably the ONLY wrestler to hold both the UWL and POW championships would be a major career advancement. That is the perfect segway for the second question because many people compare POW to UWL. Besides the roster being very similar with many of the guys working in both companies. POW has the potential to reach the level UWL once had, hell it could even surpass it. Without UWL still open there is no way for it to get better, POW on the other hand can only get better. And as I keep saying, I did it to UWL and I will do it to POW. I will make POW one of the best and most well known reigonal promotions in the United States.
Greg Kilgreen says: Of course, Tito Capaci has made it known that his long term goal is to make POW a national wrestling player. With your rising star status, do you believe that Shawn Stevens will be with a this regional promotion long enough to see that vision through? Or are there offers from national promotions on the table that you are considering a jump to?
Shawn says: As of the moment no regional promotion has caught my attention enough to make me even consider leaving POW. I used to say UWL was my home but without it I was homeless, until I found POW. Now I have a new home, and I will work just like I did in UWL, if not harder, to make it as successful as I can. So in short, Triple S isn't going anywhere. Especially when I win the POW Heavyweight Title.
Greg Kilgreen says: In order to get that title, you have to go through Rich Morrison. Bettings odds split at even odds. Nobody can seem to predict a clear-cut winner. I imagine you have a prediction for the match though, right?
Shawn says: Well, its quite obvious that I believe I am going to go through Rich. But I do honestly think that it will be a match for the ages. While Rich does run his mouth he does have SOME skill in the ring. However I have been training for this moment ever since I beat Jason Roberts. That alone was a huge accomplishment beating someone so decorated.
Shawn says: My brother and I are back on speaking terms and he has been helping me hone my skills even more. So I am really confident that I will have the advantage when it comes to the match. And my overall POW career for that matter.
Greg Kilgreen says: It's interesting that you speak of Morrison in that way. There has been a lot of mouthing between the two of you, not much about wretling. Personal attacks have been the primary choice of weapons in the battle of words. Is this as much a personal vendetta on both of your accounts as it as a wrestling one?
Shawn says: Hahaha, you really are into getting the truth tonight Greg. But you are right. Morrison and I have never seen eye to eye, and I have only known him for a few months. However the reason we don't get along is plain and simple. He thinks I am overrated and that I won the UWL Championship due to politics, but he obviously doesn't do his homework.
Greg Kilgreen says: You and others have claimed that HE won a title due to political gaming. So I'm sure you see that as a contradiction.
Shawn says: He says he won the LWE title cleanly, but how can anyone believe him. His buddy Rob Matthews ran that company, when someone that close to you is in charge how can one say there was no shady circumstance, and the MPW title, don't make me laugh....they might as well have just called that place Major Politics Wrestling....cause all you had to do to get title shots any way you wanted was kiss Hewitt's ass and he would give you the world. Literally. So how can one be taken seriously when both of the major championships he claims to have "won" are surrounded by so much drama and "controversy".
Greg Kilgreen says: Obviously, there is a riff between you two. You know something about wrestlers that have reached absolute superstardom like Rich Morrison. Your own brother, Jay T. Nitro is a living legend in the business. Have you been able to use what you know about your brother to help you prepare for the mind games that always accompany a big match with Rich Morrison?
Shawn says: That I have, but my entire life I learned those. When I was 14, Jay ran GWF. He and Flying Diamond Cutter Man played more mind games than anyone I have ever seen, then add Jonny Myzery and Alex Payne....I know my way in and out of people's heads. Rich is all about trying to flash his money to say that's why he's good, but see that doesn't fly with me because in this business you need pure talent, not money. Yeah you can buy help, but when it comes to one on one matches, you can't buy championships. This isn't MPW or LWE afterall, this is POW......
Greg Kilgreen says: So then, you are saying that Rich Morrison is nothing but a paper champion? He's gotten by on money and having friends in high places?
Shawn says: That's exactly what I'm saying. He says he never had the chance to prove himself in UWL and that Jefferson was afraid of him becoming champion and that's why UWL closed. Anyone who believes that is out of their mind as much as Morrison is. Maybe he just has to learn he has to EARN shots and titles and not just be handed them. UWL was probably a wakeup call for him in that respect. And like I've said before, I think he lucked into the POW Heavyweight Championship match because if Reck Maverick or Macros or Jason Dread, or Dave Hunter were in POW before the tournament started, he would not have even compared to any of them. Hell I wouldn't have been suprised if they all knocked me out of contention, but I know I would EARN my shot eventually. Now I have it and I will just prove that I can hang with these major stars much like I did in UWL with the likes of Josh Eagles, Teddy Davis, FDCM, Jason Daniels, and Tito Capaci.
Greg Kilgreen says: Well Shawn, I know a lot of people have weighed the options and a lot of people are rooting for you in this one. Best of luck at First Rights.
Shawn says: Thanks Greg, I plan on making the most out of this shot.
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Post by Tito Capaci on Feb 17, 2007 1:23:16 GMT -6
The crowd cheers as "Blaze of Glory" by Bon Jovi begins to play over the PA system. Green and red lights flash all over the arena. Hoyle runs out from backstage, slapping hands with fans along the guardrail.
Pilgrim: And here comes Brock Hoyle, always a fan favorite.
Almanti: And this is going to be a great matchup. The Highrise of Steel match. The winner must climb a ladder, get a chair and nail their opponent in the head with it! It's freaking genius!
The first chords of "Young and Dumb" echo throughout the arena, as the fans know what is bestoed upon them now. In the entraceway emerges a figure; better known as "The Legacy" Chester Coban. There is a mix of cheering and booing as Coban walks down to the ramp, making his way to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope.
Pilgrim: Chester Coban is winless in POW so far, but most of it by choice. He could easily be 2-1 at this point.
Almanti: He screwed his partner out of an apparent win and then got DQ'd.....both with a chair! That's why we're here, folks!
The ladder stands in the isle-way as Coban and Hoyle stare eachother down. Tanner Dutton calls for the bell!
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Brock Hoyle vs. Chester Coban (Highrise of Steel Match)
The bell rings, but it seems as neither of them hear it. A few words are exchanged and Coban throws the first punch. Hoyle ducks and throws a spinning-heel kick, which finds it's mark. Coban goes down, but rolls right to the outside and goes for the ladder. Hoyle steps out onto the apron, as Coba pushes the ladder toward the ring. Hoyle is about to leap, but Coban pushes the ladder over onto Hoyle, who loses his balance and falls to the floor. Hoyle gets to his feet and the two duke it out a bit. Coban gets the upper hand, slamming Hoyle's head into the gaurd rail. He rolls Hoyle inside and follows. Hoyle is on his feet and lands a textbook dropkick to the chest of Coban. "The Legacy" stumbles back and into the corner. Hoyle runs and jumps up - perfectly exicuting a monkey-flip. Coban springs to his feet and walks into a scoop slam. He pops back up and catches another. He gets up a bit slower, but again runs right into a scoop slam. This time, Hoyle follows up with a leg drop. Hoyle locks on a sleeper.
Pilgrim: Hoyle is taking some time to wear down his opponent. A smart move in this type of match-up
Almanti: Nonsense! He's just out of ideas! He's stalling!
Hoyle releases and drops an elbow on Coban. He climbs to the second rope, but Coban is up! He delivers a hard punch to the body before climbing up with his opponent. Coban delivers a DDT from the second rope! Hoyle clutches his head in pain. Coban delivers a stomp to Brock's head, then another and another. He switches his attention to Hoyle's leg, kicking at it, using the ropes for leverage.
Pilgrim: Coban is capatalizing on Hoyle's past leg injuries! How horrible!
Almanti: But a sleeper is brilliant. I don't get you, man.
Coban locks in The Texas Cloverleaf, putting on full pressure. Hoyle manages to shake a leg loose and break the hold and get to his knees. Before he can pull himself to his feet, though, Coban lands an overhand club to the side of his head. Hoyle sinks back down to the mat and Coban slides outside. He pulls on Hoyle's leg, dragging him to the corner. He pulls the leg back and - BAM! He slams it into the ring post! He rears back again -BAM! Hoyle screams in pain. Coban walks over to the ladder, but Hoyle slides to the outside. He limps over to Coban and ducks a wild punch. He ducks behind him and delivers a German Suplex on the outside! He rolls Coban back inside and sets the ladder up on the floor. He climbs to the top and signals to the crowd. Brock Hoyle leaps off with an elbow drop to the inside of the ring! Both men stay down for a moment, but Brock struggles to his feet first. Coban gets up and Hoyle slams his face into the turnbuckle repeatedly. The fans count along.
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Coban takes a few steps back and falls flat. The crowd erupts and Hoyle goes to the outside. He slides the ladder in and follows suit behind it. He hoists it onto one shoulder and waits for Coban to get up. Once he does, Hoyle rushes foward, slamming the ladder into Coban's skull like a battering ram! Coban goes down and rolls to the outside. Hoyle sets the ladder up in the center of the ring and begins to slowly climb it. He nearly falls due to his ailing leg. Coban gets to his feet and returns to the ring. A wound has opened just above his eye, and a crimson stream has begun to flow down his face. Hoyle is almost to the top when he notices this. He turns carefully and leaps off with a cross-body block! Both men lay on the mat, unmoving, for a few moments.
Pilgrim:That was spectacular, but it might have taken more out of Hoyle than his target!
Almanti: See? Stupid move!
Coban gets up first and peels Hoyle to his feet. He pushes him into the corner and whips him hard into the ladder. The ladder falls, as does Hoyle. Coban folds the ladder and picks it up like a battering ram. Hoyle uses the ropes to get up. With Brock's back turned, Coban rushes forth, dropping to his knees just in time for the ladder to slam into the back of Hoyle's knee. Hoyle goes down hard, howling. Coban laughs and brushes the blood out of his eye. He places Hoyle's leg between the ladder folds. The crowd jeers at what comes next. Coban climbs to the top rope and jumps down, stomping on the ladder. He lifts Hoyle up and delivers a suplex onto the ladder. Coban stops a minute before picking Hoyle up again, this time powerbombing him onto the mat. Coban sets up the ladder. He climbs to the top, and Hoyle is only beginning to stir. He grabs the chair!
Pilgrim: He's got the chair! But he has to hit Hoyle with it for the win.
Almanti: Fish in a barrel, Pilgrim!
He only takes one step down when Hoyle is on his feet and falls onto the ladder. It topples, taking Coban for the ride with it. It lands on the top rope, and the impact makes Coban bounce off the ladder and onto the mat. He gets to his feet with the chair and swings. Hoyle ducks and lands a kick to the midsection. Coban drops the chair and gets a hiptoss onto the ladder, still leaning vertical on the ropes. Hoyle picks up the chair and holds it over his head. Coban slowly climbs to his feet. Hoyle brings it down, but only hits the ropes! Coban gets away and delivers a Cobihlator from behind. Hoyle is down and hurt. Coban grabs hold of the chair and the crowd starts to boo. Hoyle isn't getting up yet, but is starting to stir. Coban decides to make it more of an occasion and climbs to the top rope with the chair. He stands perched, taunting Hoyle as he slowly gets to his feet. Coban leaps off, and slams the chair into Hoyle's skull. Hoyle drops to the mat - out cold. The bell rings.
Pilgrim: That was just insult to injury!
Almanti: He won, Pilgrim - he did it with a big bang, too!
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Post by Tito Capaci on Feb 17, 2007 1:23:41 GMT -6
The scene cuts to the backstage area where Shawn Stevens is on his cell phone.
Stevens: What's the latest?
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Stevens: That's not a lot of information about a guy that went into your damn hospital with a gash in his head big enough to call the Grand Canyon.
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Stevens: Listen, I can't stand here all night. Just tell me how Jason Lee is doing. Shoot me straight.
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Stevens: I don't give a damn if your his doctor or not and I dont' give a damn that we aren't blood related!
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Stevens: Fine!
Stevens flips his phone shut with authority and starts pacing in his locker room. He does mention one thing as he grits his teeth in rage....
Stevens: Morrison, I'm taking this out on your ass TONIGHT!
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Post by Tito Capaci on Feb 17, 2007 1:24:16 GMT -6
Alex Pilgrim: Ladies and Gentlmen, It's time for the Pre-Main Event!
One of the two title matches at our first ever DVD Taping...FIRST
RIGHTS!!!
Tony Almanti: I think they know it's the DVD Taping, Alex...seeing as
they're watching it on a DVD.
Alex Pilgrim: You have a grating personality Tony. It's a good thing I
can handle it. Here we go!
The opening guitar riffs of "Blitzkrieg" by Metallica start up as
multicolored lights start flashing "Triple-H" style around the entrance and ring area. Victor Bloodmoon steps out from behind the curtain, stops, and raises his arms in his trademark pose. He slowly walks to the ring, shouting insults at the various audience members in German. He steps up on the apron, then steps over the ropes and into the ring. He raises his arms at the four sides of the ring before standing in the corner with his arms crossed, facing the entryway.
Richard Huff: Ladies and Gentlemen...Introducing the first competitor, a rather large man. Weighing in tonight at 320 lbs...He is the G...ERMAN JUGGERNAUT, VICTOR BLOODMOON!
The audience boos Bloodmoon as he sits there unfazed. "Death Rides A Horse" plays loudly over the speakers as George Duke steps out from behind the curtain wearing a Royal Blue robe. He makes his way to the ring, ignoring the negative fan reaction. He climbs in through the ropes and walks the ring, arms held high. He takes off his robe and throws it in the face of Victor Bloodmoon before jumping on him, pummeling the large man.
Salazar quickly calls for the opening bell!
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George Duke vs. Victor Bloodmoon (POW VALOR CHAMPIONSHIP)
Alex Pilgrim: If you folks will notice, there are two referees out here
for this match. Manny Salazar is our main referee, but good 'ol Nate
McElvoy is standing there at ringside to ensure that no foul play goes on.
Tony Almanti: FINALLY! We have two referees. Didn't I say something about that before?
Alex Pilgrim: One of us did, but let's get back to the match!
Duke throws lefts and right kicks to Bloodmoon's left leg and hip, but
Bloodmoon, unfazed, pushes George Duke down to the mat with
earth-shattering force. George Duke jumps back up, but as soon as he's back on his feet, Bloodmoon crushes him with a debilitating clothesline. George Duke gets back to his feet, albeit a bit slower and turns to face Bloodmoon who is standing there with his arms crossed and shooting daggers from his eyes.
Tony Almanti: George Duke is going to have to do something soon. Victor is just too big for this guy. It's like trying to fight a mountain...of muscle!
Alex Pilgrim: For once in your life you're right, Tony. Gotta give you
props on that call.
George Duke slides out of the ring and walks around for a moment while Victor Bloodmoon stands as still as a stone in the center of the ring, never taking his eyes off of Duke. Nathan McElroy grabs George Duke's shoulder and yells at him to get back in the ring. George Duke climbs back into the ring while Manny Salazar gives Nathan McElroy a look of approval. George Duke dodges around Victor Bloodmoon and clips his knee with a hard shot. Bloodmoon drops down to a knee while Duke kicks Bloodmoon in the face. Bloodmoon falls back onto the mat while Bloodmoon drops down on him for the pin. Manny Salazar goes down for the count.
1...
KICKOUT!
Alex Pilgrim: I don't blame Duke for trying to end the match quickly,
but Victor Bloodmoon is a beast.
Tony Almanti: Like I said, Victor there is a mountain of muscle.
Victor Bloodmoon presses George Duke off of him and tosses him halfway across the ring. Bloodmoon rises to his feet at the same time as Duke. Duke charges at Bloodmoon yet again, but Bloodmoon catches him with both hands around his neck. He then lifts Duke into the air, violently choking him.
Alex Pilgrim: Victor Bloodmoon lifts George Duke into the air with a
double chokehold and he shows no signs of letting him go.
Tony Almanti: I don't think he wants to win the match. I think he wants to kill Duke!
George Duke fights for air while Manny Salazar begins the five count.
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Victor Bloodmoon releases George Duke just before Manny Salazar gets to the count of five. Duke falls down onto the mat gasping for air. Victor Bloodmoon picks George Duke back up and picks him up, pressing him over his head. He then drops Geroge Duke onto his shoulder and powerslams him into the mat. He then covers Duke to go for the pin.
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TH...NO! KICKOUT!!
George Duke barely kicks out. Victor Bloodmoon shrugs his shoulders and stands back up. He taunts his opponent as Duke struggles to get to his feet. Bloodmoon swats George Duke with another Lariat, knocking Duke into the corner. Bloodmoon steps back a few paces and charges at his opponent, splashing him with his large body. George Duke collapses into the corner and Bloodmoon walks casually to the opposite ropes and stomps
his feet. George Duke turns and uses the ropes to help him to his feet. He staggers backwards out of the corner and turns around. Victor Bloodmoon crushes into Duke's face with a big boot, sending him flopping out of the ring. Nathan McElvoy checks on the status of George Duke and signals to Manny Salazar to begin the count-out.
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(George Duke, onto his knees, starts searching under the ring)
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(George Duke pulls out a steel chair from under the ring)
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(Nathan McElvoy snatches the chair with authority from Duke and throws
it onto the entry ramp)
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9...NO! HE'S BACK IN!
George Duke slimes back into the ring to be met with stomps from Victor Bloodmoon. He rolls back out of the ring to escape the Juggernaut's onslaught. George Duke points to Victor Bloodmoon and Manny Salazar forces Bloodmoon back into the corner and George Duke slides back in. Manny Salazar lets Bloodmoon free once again.
Alex Pilgrim: George Duke is finally back in the ring. So far this has
been a pretty one sided match so far. I think we may know who the new Valor Champion will be.
Tony Almanti: No kidding. Bloodmoon is one hell of a force out here
tonight. I just hope his arrogance doesn't come back and bite him in the ass.
Victor Bloodmoon grabs ahold of George Duke and whips him into the ropes. George Duke jumps with a desperation dropkick to Bloodmoon's left knee, dropping him down onto his knees. Duke then bounces off of the other side's ropes and jumps, straddling Bloodmoon with some force. Before Bloodmoon can do anything, Duke throws on the Duke Lock and wrenches back hard. Bloodmoon grimaces, but tries to power out of the move. He finally succeeds in standing up and falls back, forcing all of his weight onto Duke, the entire arena hears the air escape from Duke's lungs. Victor Bloodmoon stands up, with his back to George Duke sits up and
reaches through Bloodmoon's legs and rolls up Victor Bloodmoon into a schoolboy. He screams and jumps onto Bloodmoon's legs and leans back with everything he has while Manny Salazar goes down for the three-count.
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Alex Pilgrim: IT'S OVER!!! GEORGE DUKE HAS UPSET THE GIANT!
Tony Almanti: WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!
George Duke dives out of the ring and snatches the title from Nathan McElvoy and clutches it to his chest while backing up the ramp. Victor Bloodmoon has fire in his eyes as he gets back to his feet and stares Duke down while hanging over the ropes while pointing at DUke and shouting german phrases at the victor of the match.
Richard Huff: Ladies and gentlemen. Your victor and NEW Valor Champion. GEORGE DUKE!!!
Victor Bloodmoon grabs the microphone from Richard Huff and hurls it up the entryway, just missing George Duke.
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Post by Tito Capaci on Feb 17, 2007 1:24:43 GMT -6
The scene cuts to the parking lot area where the camera has found an interesting character getting into a large, decked out Hummer. Greg Kilgreen rushes over to see that its.....Rob Matthews!
Kilgreen: Mr. Matthews, what are you doing here?
Rob: Oh nothing. Just enjoying a great wrestling show. That's all.
Kilgreen: My sources say you just walked out of Capaci's office with a piece of paper and a smile. Care to comment.
Rob: Greg, it's a secret. Shhh.......Don't tell anyone....but you'll find out next week at the first "The Road to All In."
Kilgreen stands there confused as Rob hops in the passenger side of the Hummer as it peels away.
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Post by Tito Capaci on Feb 22, 2007 2:58:52 GMT -6
Alex Pilgrim: Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome back tonight to POW's first ever DVD Taping event.
Tony Almanti: That's right ladies and gentlemen. The biggest show since Barnum and Bailey, Cirque De Solei. Hell, this is a sold out crowd tonight at the Star Pavilion. *sniff* Kind of reminds me of my first trip to Wrestlemania except that this time I'm getting paid to be here instead of the other way around.
Alex Pilgrim: Tony, we're here for the match.
Tony Almanti: Good point, anyway, tonights match brought to you by
Virgin Air...the official airline of Lance Erickson.
Alex Pilgrim: Tony, pull your head out of your ass, it's starting.
The lights go out and the logo of S³ appears on the screen. As his
music hits and the lights come back on Triple S is standing on the stage in his signature pose with his arms spread in the air. He lowers his arms and walks down the ramp. The fans pop huge because a World Champion is going to be crowned tonight.
Richard Huff: Ladies and gentlemen. THIS...IS...YOUR MAIN EVENT!!!
Entering the ring first, straight out of CHI-CAAAAGO ILLINOIS. Weighing in at 223 lbs. He IS, the SENSAAAAAATIONAL Shawn STEVENS!!!
The fans go nuts as Stevens dances around in the ring. The lights dim and "Americas Most Hated" by Kevin Federline begins to play over the speakers in the UWL arena. The building goes dark and a single light is shown at the entryway. Out of the curtain, "New Money" Rich Morrison appears. The crowd is booing loudly as Rich arrogantly walks to the ring. Every footstep corresponds to a beat in his theme song. He slowly slides into the ring. He gets on the middle rope and throws his arms above his head. The fans boo and hiss Rich Morrison as he plays to the crowd's reaction.
Tony Almanti: Look at these two. The fans have obviously chosen their favorite for this match tonight.
Alex Pilgrim: That they have Tony. Benny Lawson is in there with the
microphone laying down the law for tonight's match.
Tony Almanti: Leave the jokes to me, okay Alex?
Benny Lawson: Look here guys. This match is plain and simple. I don't want to see any weapons, low blows, or closed fists. I just want a good and clean match. Let's get it on!!!
Benny Lawson tosses the microphone to a stagehand. Lawson calls for the opening bell!
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RICH MORRISON VS. SHAWN STEVENS (POW HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH)
as Rich Morrison and Shawn Stevens circle each other, each waiting for the other to break the staredown. Finally, as the crowd is starting to get restless, Morrison charges toward Stevens with a punch, but Stevens dodges to the side, grabbing Morrison's hand and throwing him into a hammerlock. Morrison ducks out of the hammerlock and circles around, twisting Stevens' arm. Stevens grabs at his shoulder in pain and then rolls forward before backflipping out of the hold. Stevens pushes Rich Morrison forward into the turnbuckle before backflipping to the opposite turnbuckle. He then throws his arms out and screams out "SIMPLY SENSATIONAL" while the fans cheer louder than ever before.
Alex Pilgrim: Wow! What an amazing display of athleticism from Shawn Stevens there, completely embarrasing Rich Morrison.
Tony Almanti: I think Shawn Stevens has chosen the wrong profession. He should be dazzling crowds in the circus or something! But I'm glad we have him here in POW.
Rich Morrison charges headlong at Stevens, but Stevens drops forward and trips Rich Morrison, sending him crashing into the turnbuckle again. Stevens leapfrogs over Morrison who's moving back onto the middle rope and leaps back smashing Morrison in the face with an elbow dropping him to the mat. Both men leap back to their feet and stare at each other. Morrison spits in Stevens' face, drawing massive boos from the crowd. He then clocks Stevens in the face with a forearm. Morrison then grabs onto the back of Stevens' head and continues smashing him with forearms. They get to the ropes and Morrison pushes Stevens into the ropes and then whips him into the opposite set of ropes. Stevens bounces off the ropes and ducks a lariat from Morrison. He then bounces off of the opposite ropes, jumps and bulldogs Morrison's face into the mat.
Alex Pilgrim: For a second, I thought Morrison was gaining the upper
hand, but Stevens came right back with a devastating bulldog!
Tony Almanti: WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?!!! WOOF...WOOF WOOF WOOFWOOF!
Alex Pilgrim: Shut up...
With a quickness, Shawn Stevens drops down, slapping a facelock on Morrison. Morrison struggles for a second and then finds a way to get back to his feet. He punches Stevens in the gut a couple of times, forcing him to release the hold. Morrison then snaps off an insanely fast swinging neckbreaker. Back up, he runs and jumps onto the middle rope, rebounds off and flies back with an elbow, but Stevens rolls out of the way. Morrison rolls around, clutching his elbow. Stevens kips up back to his feet and drives a few boots into Morrison's gut. He grabs Morrison's hair and pulls him back to his feet. Stevens clutches Morrison's head, pulls it down and blasts a couple of knees into Morrison's face, forcing the blood to start flowing.
Tony Almanti: Look at that! We have some blood this early in the match!
Alex Pilgrim: These men are going all out! They're leaving everything
in the ring tonight!
Rich Morrison breaks free and goes reeling back into the corner.
Stevens, trying to capitalize, flies through the air to continue the
pummeling but Morrison drops and rolls out of the ring. Stevens spikes his face on the turnbuckle and falls down. Morrison snags one of Stevens legs and grabs the other one on the the other side of the turnbuckle. Mustering all of his strength, he pulls Stevens into the turnbuckle pole with everything he has to crotch Stevens. Benny Lawson reprimands Morrison as he flips off the booing crowd. Stevens' eyes bug out as he grabs his nether regions and curls up into the fetal position. Rich Morrison flies up the turnbuckle and waits for Stevens to stop moving. Finally, he jumps, achieving massive air and drives an elbow into the heart of Stevens. Standing up, he jumps over Morrison and onto the middle rope and performs a perfect Lionsault onto the unmoving body of Shawn Stevens. Benny Lawson goes down for the count...
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KICKOUT!
Shawn Stevens kicks out right after the count of two. Rich Morrison
stands up, slaps the inside of his forearm, and drops a standing elbow into Shawn Stevens. Stevens rolls over and out of the ring to catch his breath.
Alex Pilgrim: Look at that! Rich Morrison completely turned it around.
Tony Almanti: I think it may have something to do with the fact that
Shawn Stevens's balls are up in his throat now. I'm not quite sure
though.
Stevens uses the barricade to get back to his feet. He looks around as the crowd cheers him and pats his back. Rich Morrison gives Shawn Stevens the middle finger salute before diving out of the ring. He catches Shawn Stevens around the neck and drives his back into the barricade. Rich Morrison goes tumbling out into the crowd. Rich Morrison stands back up while the crowd members in the near vicinity start shouting obscenities. One audience member even smashes a beer off the back of Rich Morrison's head. Morrison pushes the man down and clamors out of the audience, back toward his prey. Shawn Stevens, still on the ground tries to get back to his feet, but Morrison is there with a helping hand and throws him into the ring. Rich Morrison climbs slowly back into the ring. He picks Stevens up once more, but before he can do anything, Shawn pushes himself back into the ropes. Morrison bounces off of the opposite ropes and goes to clothesline Stevens out of the ring again, but using the ropes, Stevens raises up into an assisted dropkick and drives boots into Morrison's mug.
Alex Pilgrim: Even though Stevens is obviously hurting, he still
manages to get the best of Morrison there with some creative improvisation.
Tony Almanti: But how long can he keep this up?
Morrison reels back and Stevens does a stutterstep before planting a superkick, again into Morrison's face. Morrison lands flat backed on the mat. Shawn Stevens picks up one of Morrison's legs and rolls him over into a high angle Boston Crab. He then drops down to one knee, completing the move and putting all of his and Morrison's weight onto his face and neck. Rich Morrison lets out a muffled scream while Benny Lawson goes down to check on the status of Rich Morrison.
Alex Pilgrim: LOOKIE HERE! After some Painkillers, it looks like Shawn
Stevens is trying to OD Rich Morrison here and end the match!
Tony Almanti: I told you buddy, leave the jokes to me!
Rich Morrison screams and claws at the mat in pain. Shawn Stevens lets out a primal roar and pulls back harder on Morrison's leg, compressing Morrison into an even tighter ball. Morrison screams yet again and lifts his head up, spotting the canvas with blood from his nose. Shawn Stevens runs out of strength and falls forward, releasing the submission. Stevens rises to a knee and hangs onto the ropes, trying to catch his breath. Rich uses the ropes to get himself to his feet. His leg and lower back are failing him from the crab. Stevens makes a running dash at Rich who bends down and flips him over his back and outside the ring! Shawn lands flat on his back all the way to the concrete floor and the pain on his face is agonizing!
Pilgrim: Sometimes the youthfullness and athleticism just doesn't compensate for experience. Rich Morrison knows where he is at all times in the ring.
Almanti: Absolutely. He still has to find a way to pin Stevens though.
Rich takes a few moments to collect his breath. Stevens begins to get to his feet as Rich watches with intent. Shawn finally stands upright and as soon as he turns towards the ring, Rich springboards over the ropes and nails a tornado DDT on the outside of the ring! The crowd gives a huge cheer even for Morrison as he pulls off that amazing move!
Pilgrim: OH MY GOD! What a move! What a move!
Almanti: Don't EVER accuse Morrison of not being as athletic as anyone else on this roster ever again!
The fall took a toll on Morrison as well. Both men lay on the concrete floor, unable to move. Benny Lawson surveys the damage and begins to initiate the count out as both men are out of the ring.
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2......
3.....
Still no movement.
4.......
Pilgrim: Not another draw!
Almanti: I won't have it!
5.......
6.......
Both men begin to stir.
7......
8......
Stevens staggers to his feet, but is dazed. Morrison is finally to his knees.
9.......
Stevens staggers under the rope and Morrison dives in under the rope, neither one knowing his opponent would make it. Both men are still extremely woozy, but Stevens is the first one to his feet. He walks over to Morrison and grabs him by the hair and begins to pull Rich to his feet. Rich stops the motions with a swift uppercut to Shawn's family jewels. Shawn immediately lets go of Rich and takes a few steps back. Morrison lunges attempting a short-armed clothesline, but Stevens sees it, ducks, backs into Morrison and nails his Family Tradition vertebreaker!
Pilgrim: Wow! That's gonna be it! But where did that come from?
Almanti: What a move!
Lawson slides into position and starts the count!
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3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pilgrim: Shawn Stevens has won the match! Shawn Stevens is the first POW Heavyweight Champion! What a match! What a night!
Almanti: Shawn Stevens and Rich Morrison both wrestled their asses off! If they met 10 times, it would be a 5/5 split! This is a match that I hope we see again!
Pilgrim: And we're going to have to leave it at that! And there's your new POW Heavyweight Champion, folks!
The show ends with Shawn Stevens on his knees holding the POW Heavyweight Title up with both hands.
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