The Road to All In 3-1-07

[Tito Capaci]

"Stand" by Blues Traveler starts to blare across the Ameristar Casino in Kansas City. Flashing lights blast through the arena as the crowd inside yell at the top of their lungs for their favorite new wrestling promotion to get underway! The screen in the Star Pavilion shows highlights of Shawn Stevens, Rich Morrison, Macros, Reck Maverick, George Duke and other POW wrestlers that have made early names for themselves in the heartland of America. This crowd is pumped and anxious to see what "The Road to All In" has in store!

Alex Pilgrim: Power On Wrestling fans!!!!! Welcome.......TO ALL IN!!!!!!! Ladies and gentlemen, we are coming off a monumental night when Power On Wrestling named its first ever heavyweight champion and Valor champion. It was a night of surprises, blood, sweat, and even tears, Tony Almanti.

Tony Almanti: Alex, it was amazing. There were so many matches that could be called the best match of the year. The Highrise of Steel match was phenominal. The amazing upset by George Duke took everybody by surprise the way Victor was dominating that match. I don't know that I could name a single best match of the night. Not sure at all.

Pilgrim: We're going to be updating you throughout the night, but first we have to talk about the most important match of First Rights, and that was the POW Heavyweight Championship. It was back and forth the entire time, but in the end, it was Shawn Stevens declared the victor.

Almanti: This match had everything. Amazing moves, a deep-seeded hatred between the wrestlers, and a jacked-up crowd made this match an absolute gem of a match. Rich Morrison had the move of the night in my opinion when he nailed a tornado DDT on the concrete floor after spring-boarding out of the ring onto Shawn Stevens. It just wasn't enough. Shawn Stevens had just a little bit more left in the tank. But the matc itself....if I had to describe it in one word......"sensational."

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, his new championship belt slung over his shoulder. He lowers his arms and walks down the ramp. He makes his way to the ring. The fans still are cheering him mightily after his big win over Rich Morrison at First Rights last week.

Stevens: One week ago at First Rights, two men with the same goal in mind walked into this ring. Both men had confidence that they would walk out the winner. Both men said they were going to be the standard barer for Power On Wrestling for years to come. The war of words lasted for a month....but only one man walked out with the belt. Yeah, that's right. Me. I know that there are a lot of great competitors in this company and holding on to this belt isn't going to be a cakewalk, but there is no doubt in my mind that.....

Stevens is cut off by a familiar voice to Stevens, but unfamiliar to many of the wrestling fans in the audience. Shawn's face turns to utter surprise and shock as he sees who is standing at the entrance with a microphone. It's Danny Danielson, one of the top stars of the Universal Wrestling League and former title holder there.

Danny: Shawn, I watched last week little match and I would love to tell you I was impressed. But I'm not impressed, Shawn. The fact is, I've never been impressed. Who have you beaten in your career? Josh Eagles? Gimme a break. You can't hang your hat on that. Flying Diamond Cutter Man? That guy teaches history from his damn personal diary. Your career, you're titles, your accolades, they don't mean *bleep* because you ain't ever beat ME!

The crowd starts to boo this newcomer. Danny spans the crowd, a packed house of 1,384 fans packed into the Star Pavilion.

Danny: Listen to these people, Shawn. You've got them cheering for you. You've always wanted to be a crowd pleaser, huh? No, you didn't, Shawn. There was a time when you were like me. You said, "screw the fans." You still that way at heart, don't you? You probably have Tito's fat Sicilian ass telling you to kiss the fans' asses so you can sell some t-shirts and make that make that Italian dumbass a few extra bucks.

The crowd still boos the newcomer. Danielson care as he continues.

Danny: Let me put it to you straight, Shawn. You and I have a little unfinished business from our UWL days. I think it's time we ended our little debate about who the better man is. And I think for added incentive, you need to put that little strap of yours on the line.

Suddenly, the Godfather Theme begins to play over the PA system. The crowd inside the arena goes crazy as Capaci takes the few short steps to get face to face with Danny Danielson. The crowd cheers as Danielson and Capaci stand nose to nose. Capaci doesn't blink, doesn't budge as he pulls the microphone to his face.

Tito: Oh Danny Boy...The lights, the lights are calling. I understand your frustration. Here you were with what was then the greatest undefeated streak the UWL had ever known. And yet...no UWL Heavyweight Title shot. It was killing you inside not to have that show. I know. Because I was in the same boat. I damn near tripled your record as an undefeated streak before I got my chance at the UWL World Heavyweight Championship. But here's the problem, Danno. This ain't the UWL. And you ain't won a single damn match here to deserve that title shot.

The crowd cheers, supporting Capaci. Danny takes the microphone back up to his face.

Danny: Then give me a match that I can win worthy of earning a POW Heavyweight title shot. You're a businessman. Think.

The POW owner takes the microphone and paces back and forth a few steps. He stops and begins to speak.

Tito: Danny, you know what? You're right. You wrestling for POW has given us another amazing cruiserweight. You've given us a guy who has proven that he can beat anyone on any given night and you're a guy that has a little history with Shawn, creating some intrigue. But at the same time, you realize that I can't just hand you a match against Shawn Stevens for the POW Heavyweight Championship. But if you want Shawn Stevens, far be it from me to keep you from it. Next week, you get Shawn Stevens in a non-title match. You win that? I'll give you your title shot at All In.

The crowd erupts into cheers as Danny Danielson takes the microphone one last time and looks toward the ring with Stevens in it.

Danny: Live it up, Shawn. You're title reign is going to be short and sweet.

The crowd cheers as Capaci smirks at Stevens who shakes his head in disgust as he prepares to leave the ring. The camera shot goes back to Pilgrim and Almanti sitting at the announcer's booth.

[Tito Capaci]

Pilgrim: We haven't had a match yet, and this is already turning into a monster night. It didn't take long for someone to call out the POW Heavyweight Champ!

Almanti: Are you kidding me? People are going to be coming out of the woodwork for this title. If I had known that all I needed to do was get Capaci to sign off on a title shot was make a little noise at a televised show, I would have done it already.

Pilgrim: You need to be concerned about him signing your checks when you talk about the boss man like that!

Almanti: Good point. Let's uh, just get on to the next match.

Resident Evil Main Theme starts up and the arena lights dim down. A single spot light searches for Brian Bane as he comes making his way through the crowd of fans from wherever he is sitting. He climbs over the guard and slides into the ring. After sliding in he slides back into a corner and then remains sitting on his knees until it's time to wrestle.

Pilgrim: And here's a newcomer in Brian Bane. He's made a lot of noise and turned some heads without even wrestling a match here yet.

Almanti: His reputation precedes him, as it were. And he has really struck a nerve with Bloodmoon who I hear is furious about his loss last week at First Rights for the Valor Title.

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 until the match begins.

Pilgrim: And there is Victor Bloodmoon. He's no nonsense. He's just a damn violent individual.

Almanti: And looking for revenge.

Nathan McElvoy calls for the opening bell!

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Victor Bloodmoon vs. Brian Bane

Brian Bane gets things started with a kneelift. Bloodmoon, taken by surprise, hunches over. Bane attempts a DDT, but Bloodmoon has himself grounded. He lifts Bane up over his head and Press Slams him down to the mat. Bane is shaken, but manages to get to his feet. Bloodmoon throws a wild punch, but Bane ducks. He swings in behind The German Juggernaut and delivers a few forearms blows to the back. Bloodmoon turns around but gets whipped against the ropes. Bane is waiting for him but - Das Boot! Bane goes down fast, holding his head. Bloodmoon lifts him up off the ground. A European Uppercut sends Bane back to the mat. Bloodmoon locks on the Indian Deathlock!
Pilgrim: Bane might be in trouble now. A man Bloodmoon's size can get some serious leverage.

Almanti: Crap! He's got the ropes!

A rope break sets Bane free and he scuttles over to the corner before using the ropes to get to his feet. Bloodmoon approaches, but Bane turns around fast - Unfaithful Hand! Bloodmoon sinks to one knee, clutching his chest. Bane lands a hard chop that sends Bloodmoon to the mat. He leaps up - leg drop! He makes the cover.

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Bloodmoon kicks out and scrambles to his feet. Bloodmoon kicks Bane in the gut and follows up with a Pumphandle Suplex. He locks on an armbar. Bane struggles and shouts, but manages to deliver a thumb to the eye to break the hold. Bloodmoon turns away and holds his face. Bane waits for his opponent to turn around. When he does, he charges, but Bloodmoon lands an extended elbow instead. Bane falls back into the ropes. He falls out onto the apron. Bane climbs back in, but Bloodmoon is waiting with The Blitzkrieg! Bloodmoon puts his foot on Bane's chest for the pin.

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Pilgrim: And Victor Bloodmoon comes back strong from First Rights with a big time victory over a heralded newcomer!

Almanti: Think Bloodmoon wants back in that Valor Championship picture? I sure do!

[Tito Capaci]

As the show comes back from commercial break, both David Hatfield and David DeAngelo are in the ring waiting for Tanner Dutton to call for the opening bell. Dutton is giving his pre-match instructions to both competitors in their respective corners.

Pilgrim: Welcome back to The Road to All In, and Tony, we're about to see a man with a title shot at All In momentarily.

Almanti: DeAngelo put on a hell of a show in a great match last week at First Rights. He and Black may have stolen the show. I'm not real sure what Capaci is going to do with Black bowing out of the title picture by leaving the company, but I bet that guy in the ring is one guy who doesn't mind.

Pilgrim: And this time, DeAngelo brought with him a few, uh, helpers.

Almanti: Straight out, eye candy, Alex. Those are some scrumptralescent babes right there, my friend.

The camera focuses on four attractive females at DeAngelo's corner all wearing formal with low neck lines and high slits up the side.

Almanti: Mercy.

Pilgrim: We have a match to call!

Tanner Dutton points to the bell man and the match gets under way!

ding-ding

David DeAngelo vs. David Marcus Hatfield

DeAngelo immediately winks at Hatfield and blows a kiss to him as well which infuriates the country boy. Hatfield runs DeAngelo in the corner and tries a double ax handle on the head, but DeAngelo ducks out of the way, and Hatfield hits nothing but turnbuckle. DeAngelo, a little spooked, heads to the opposite corner but is chased by Hatfield. Hatfield tries a big right hook, but DeAngelo ducks under it. Hatfield is damn near snarling at DeAngelo and finally backs him into a turnbuckle and tries to drive a knee into DeAngelo's midsection, but DeAngelo blocks it and immediately rakes the eyes. This of course, sends Hatfield, scrambling to the center of the ring, turning his back on DeAngelo.

Pilgrim: And nobody expected DeAngelo or Hatfield to play fair in this one. And sure enough, it didn't take long to get to an eye rake.

Almanti: DeAngelo has a pretty face to keep in tact! He wasn't about to let that big oaf pummel him in the face!

DeAngelo sizes up the hurting Hatfield and closes in when Hatfield turns around. DeAngelo lands a sharp front kick to the groin, bending Hatfield over and immediately DeAngelo nails his Ambush Paddington!

Pilgrim: What a move! That has to be it!

Almanti: That is it and THEN some!

DeAngelo goes for a lazy pin, taking a deep breath with a smile as Tanner Dutton closes in for the pin!


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Pilgrim: A big time win for David DeAngelo who keeps on impressing! This was one was over in quick fashion!

Almanti: Resourceful. Sexy. DeAngelo. Need I say more?

Pilgrim: Please don't. Guys, we're going to pay some bills, but stay right here! We have Chester Coban coming off his huge win against Brock Hoyle in the Highrise of Steel match facing off against Lance Erikson next!


COMMERCIAL BREAK

As we come back from break, both Chester Coban and Lance Erikson are in the ring. The referee for this match is McElvoy. The two men eye each other as the referee calls for the bell.

ding-ding

Chester Coban vs. Lance Erikson

AP: Welcome back, folks. This is a battle of two powerhouses.

TA: Good to see Coban back to his true form in there.

Lance takes a step back and flexes his muscles for the crowd, the crowd pops huge and Lance gets a big grin on his face, Chester then steps forward and flexes his own muscles which his met by boos and hisses from the crowd, Chester gives them an obscene hand gesture as Lance steps forward and points at his own chest eliciting a cheer from the crowd, he then points across the ring and is met with a boo, back to himself, YAY, back to Chester, BOO, YAY, BOO., YAY, BOO

AP: Well it’s easy to see who the crowd is behind in this one Tony.

TA: Yeah, well we knew that coming in, so let’s get on with it!

Chester has had enough of Lance’s game and he charges forward planting a boot to the gut, Lance doubles over and Chester locks in a front face lock, Chester grinds down on the hold and Lance pushes him back into the corner, he rears back and plants his shoulder into Chesters’ stomach, he repeats this a few times before Lance backs up and gets a running start, as he comes in Chester puts his knee up and plants it into Lance’s jaw, Lance backs out and Chester comes out of the corner with a huge clothesline knocking Lance to the mat

AP: Lance got outsmarted there, Chester was a step ahead.

Lance gets back to his feet and Chester meets him with a standing side headlock, Lance backs them up into the ropes and shoots Chester off, Chester returns and goes for a shoulder block, but Lance doesn’t move on contact, Lance pats himself across the chest and invites Chester to try again, Chester backs up and charges again going for the tackle again, and again Lance nor Chester move

TA: These guys are about the same size and strength, that move isn’t gonna get either one of them anywhere.

Chester backs up and charges a third time, this time going for a lariat, Lance ducks it and goes behind taking Chester down with a rear amateur takedown, Lance is now in control as he floats over and applies his own front facelock, the referee gets in close, and Lance grabs an arm and floats back over into a hammerlock, Lance pulls Chester back up to his feet while keeping the Hammerlock applied, Chester goes for a back elbow but misses, he then tries to grab at a leg but Lance keeps his ground away from Chesters outstretched arms, finally Chester breaks the hold by ducking under Lance’s arm and applying his own hammerlock, he wrenches up on it a few times before releasing it and slapping Lance in the back of the head, as he motors backwards away from his opponent the crowd boo and curse him as he plays up to them, Lance turns and looks at Chester with a look of fury in his eyes

AP: I think Chester may be getting under Lance’s skin here.

TA: All the better, it might make him step his game up.

Lance charges at Chester who waits for him in the corner, Chester side steps him and sends him back first into the buckles, Chester hits a few shots to the face and gut before Lance grabs ahold of the back of his head and tosses Chester into the corner, Lance rains a few blows down on Chester before climbing to the second rope and beginning to punch Chester in the head as the crowd chants along

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Lance flexes his muscles once again

TEN!!!

Chester staggers out of the corner and Lance nails him with an overhead Exploder suplex, Chester hits the mat hard and Lance moves over and hooks the leg

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Lance is right back on the attack grabbing an armbar, Chester makes his way up to his knees and he hits a few shots to Lance’s gut breaking the hold, Chester than grabs Lance’s arm and twists it backing him up against the ropes and shooting him off to the opposite side, Chester backdrops Lance on the return and then hits the ropes off to the side, Lance rolls over to his stomach and Chester leaps over him hitting the opposite side, Lance jumps up to his feet and hooks up a head and arm suplex, but Chester throws a knee to Lance’s ribs, Lance staggers backwards and then turns completely around facing Chester again who plants him to the mat with a vicious DDT

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AP: Not quite yet on that one.

TA: Yeah, but that was pretty close. All that talk of intelligence, and it looks like Lance just got his brain rattled.

Lance gets up slowly and Chester meets him with a quick overhand blow to knock Lance back down, Chester drops down and applies a chokehold, but he breaks it before the referee has a chance to break it up, Chester applies the choke again and again he releases it before the ref can get there, Lance rolls out to the floor holding his throat, Chester follows him out and catches up to him with a blow to the back, Lance stumbles forward and Chester turns him around and puts his shoulder in the gut before driving him back first into the guard rail, Chester maintains his hold and turns Lance around driving him back into the ring apron, Chester then sends Lance into the ring and follows him inside, Lance gets back up slowly and is met with a sharp clothesline for his effort, Lance gets back to his feet and Chester goes for a wild haymaker and Lance ducks it and hooks in a german suplex, Lance drives Chester to the mat and pulls him back up maintaining his grip

AP: We could be seeing a trifecta here.

Lance lifts Chester up and drives him down again, he lifts him up a third time and this time Chester throws a few elbows back to break it, he then spins around and locks Lance’s head between his legs, he goes for a powerbomb but Lance drops down to one knee to block it and then he sweeps him down with a double leg takedown, Lance stands up and maintains his grip on one leg, he steps over and around and attempts a figure four, but Chester reaches up and rolls him up with a small package

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The two men race to their feet and Chester hits a series of quick Mongolian chops before leaning down and lifting Lance up across his shoulders, he then executes a DVD planting Lance into the mat

TA: You got him now cover him!

AP: No, he’s going up top.

Chester begins climbing the ropes with his back to his opponent, he sets himself on the top rope and comes off with a picture perfect moonsault press connecting body to body with Lance

AP: The Cobsault, the Cobsault, that’s gonna do it.

Chester gets up and has a celebration as the fans verbally abuse him, Chester basks in it and begins moving his hands telling the fans to get up, as they all stay seated

TA: Cover him dammit!

Chester moves over and pulls Lance up to his feet, he applies a front facelock and throws Lance’s arm over his neck, he then gives the cutthroat sign

AP: He’s going for the steak saucer it looks like!

Chester lifts Lance up and turns him in mid air so that they’re facing body to body to one another, Lance however wriggles free and drops down behind Chester, Lance bends down and puts his head in Lance’s back before hooking up his arms and lifting him up spiking him into the mat with the Shattered Lance, his version of the vertebreaker

AP; What a counter! Both men are down and out of it.

TA: If he would have just covered him after that damn death valley driver, none of this would even be necessary!

AP: Regardless fans, we’ve got ourselves a foot race on our hands. And you’ve gotta believe the first man to his feet will be in solid control of this one.

The referee starts the standing ten count as both men lay on the mat.

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AP: The suspense is killing me!

TA: So will saturated fats!

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Coban begins to get to his feet, but nothing out of Erikson.

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Coban gets to his feet and McElvoy stops the 10 count. Coban reaches down to grab Erikson by the hair to lift him up. Erikson suddenly comes to life, hooks under Coban's left and flips him! He has a rollup! McElvoy quickly jumps into position!


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AP: And the surprise maneuver gets the win for Erikson! Nobody saw that one coming!

TA: This is a huge match for Lance Erikson. Beating a Chester Coban shows the entire world that you have arrived!

AP: This could be a career maker for Erikson in POW, no doubt about it! But we are now going to cut to Mr. Capaci's office. He has a very important announcement to make about the "Mystery" title!

[Tito Capaci]

The scene cuts to Capaci's office. He's sitting behind his desk with the new belt laying on top of his it. He interlocks his fingers and places his hands on his desk behind the belt.

Tito: Last week, I told the world that POW would be introducing a new belt to the company. Today, I'll let everyone know what I have in mind. This belt that lays before me is athe new POW Television Championship. It will be defended no less than twice a month. It will be defended at least once a month on our weekly "Road To" shows.

Capaci sits back and unfolds his hands.

Tito: NOw, obviously, this is the belt I was refering to when I said that Black and DeAngelo were going to fight for at All In. Well, Black has decided to head off for greener pasures and I can respect that. However, that leaves David DeAngelo without an opponent at All In for this new piece of hardware. While my options are somewhat limitied due to the scope of other titles being decided, they remain open at this time. David, I promise we'll find you a suitable opponent in the coming weeks. And I promise the same for POW fans everywhere.

[Tito Capaci]

Lights go out in arena as the opening strains of "Morning Glory" play over the PA. After around 25 seconds white lights start to flicker in time with the drum beats. After the main tune kicks in the Horsemen walk through the curtain and pump the crowd. As the bridge kicks in the horsemen line up on the stage. As "What's the story Morning Glory" is sung the first time all four men flash four fingers in sequence. They then walk down the ramp, high fiving the crowd as they go. They slide into the ring. Once in the ring each wrestler goes to a turnbuckle each and climb it. Once up there they pump the crowd. After this they line up side by side in the ring as they did on the stage and then, one after another they should flash the four fingers. Once this is done the lights
should come on and the horsemen should line up again, facing the entrance way.

Alex Pilgrim: Look at that, it's their first night as a faction and
already they have an entrance worked out.

Tony Almanti: Look at that! Shane Hunter's the only one in a suit!

Alex Pilgrim: Well, Lance already had his match tonight, and the other two are ready to go. Shane isn't doing anything this week but looking good.

Richard Huff: Ladies and Gentlemen. Being accompanied to the ring by the other two Horsemen, BIG CI and THE PREDATOR...DAVE HUNNNNNNTER!!!!

"Here comes the Money" blares over the crowd as Jason Dread and Rich Morrison walk out onto the entryway. The walk down to the ring, watching the four men who are staring at them with stony looks. The two men stop at the ring apron and signal to the ref. Nathan McElvoy nods his head as Lance nudges Shane Hunter. Lance nods his head to the entry ramp and the two men exit out of one side of the ring. Lance Erickson walks in between the tag partners and Shane Hunter, in case Hunter should decide to do something. They stop at the top of the ramp and point to their
pals in the ring before exiting.

Richard Huff: Introducing their opponents, Rich Morrison and Jason
Dread!

The crowd pops for both crews of men as they sidle over to their
respective corners. Dave Hunter and Big Ci discuss things for a moment before Dave Hunter exits through the ropes. Jason Dread pushes Rich Morrison out of the ring and turns to face the giant, Big Ci. Dutton calls for the bell.

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Big Ci and Dave Hunter vs. Jason Dread and Rich Morrison

Alex Pilgrim: Alright, looks like we're getting underway here.

Tony Almanti: I think Jason Dread is having second thoughts about
wanting to be the first one in the ring. Look who he's got to face!

Jason Dread cautiously walks up to Big Ci and then locks him up for a test of strength. Big Ci casually pushes Dread off of him. Dread gets right back up and goes for the test again. He fails once more as Big Ci pushes him off with ease. Big Ci pulls the "Bring it" wave out and Jason Dread get right back up again and goes to test his might once more. Big Ci, having had enough, pulls dread into a huge right hand, dropping Dread to the mat. Jason Dread scrambles over to the corner and tags Rich Morrison in. Rich Morrison apprehensively climbs through the ropes, staying away from Big Ci, who's standing there watching his every move.

Alex Pilgrim: Dread didn't want anything to do with that lummox.

Tony Almanti: I don't blame him, but I don't think Rich Morrison's
gonna fare much better. He's at least a hundred pounds lighter than Big Ci!

Rich Morrison bounces off the ropes and delivers a running clothesline to Big Ci's chest. Big Ci barely steps back from the force. Rich Morrison tries again, but with the same results. Rich Morrison tries once more and this time jumps to add more impact, but Big Ci catches him in midair and delivers a spinebuster to Morrison, putting all of his weight into Morrison's midsection. A rush of air is heard from Morrison as he gets plowed into the mat. Big Ci walks over to Dave Hunter and they discuss something for a second. Big Ci tags in Dave Hunter and walks over to Rich Morrison, still lying there and picks up his legs. He falls back to toss Rich Morrison, but before Morrison can go anywhere, he's met by
the business end of a clothesline from Dave Hunter. Big Ci steps out of the ring to let Dave Hunter deal with Rich Morrison.

Tony Almanti: Look at these two! They haven't even broken a sweat and they've already devastated Rich Morrison!

Dave Hunter picks up Rich Morrison and whips him into the turnbuckle. Dave Hunter runs over and hops up onto the second rope before dropping bombs on Rich Morrison. He steps down before Nathan McElvoy calls for the DQ. Dave Hunter picks up Rich Morrison and throws him over to Jason Dread. Jason Dread reaches down and tags himself in. Rich Morrison drops limp as Jason Dread charges Dave Hunter. Hunter and Dread start exchanging blows and before long Hunter gets backed up into the ropes. Dave
Hunter pushes himself off of the ropes, but is met with a solid shot from Jason Dread and gets turned around. Jason Dread hooks his arms around Hunter's midsection, but before he can get the suplex, Dave Hunter lashes back with a couple of elbows. Jason Dread goes reeling back and Dave Hunter drops his opponent with a double leg takedown. Dave Hunter steps through Dread's legs with one of his own to go for a sharpshooter, but Rich Morrison dives in with a couple of rights, backing Dave Hunter off of his partner. Dave Hunter smirks and then pie-faces Rich Morrison into the mat. Rich Morrison rolls out of the ring once more.

Alex Pilgrim: Great tag team tactics from Jason Dread and Rich
Morrison. They know that these two are a couple of POW's 'heavies' and they need to work together to win!

Tony Almanti: Did you see that? Dave Hunter shrugged Rich Morrison off like he was swiss cheese!

Alex Pilgrim: That makes absolutely zero sense...

Jason Dread whips Dave Hunter into his turnbuckle, away from Big Ci, as soon as Hunter looks away from Morrison. Dread grabs onto the middle rope and starts driving shoulders into Hunter's midsection. Rich Morrison climbs back up to his turnbuckle, but keeps a little distance between himself and Hunter. Jason Dread steps back, runs, and jumps for a body splash. Dave Hunter elbows Rich Morrison off of the corner, sending him down to ringside again. He then catches Dread and drives him into the mat. Dave Hunter then dives over to Big ci for the tag. Big Ci climbs into the ring and charges at a woozy Jason Dread. Big Ci claps the ears
of Dread before raising him onto his shoulders. Rich Morrison climbs
into the ring to help his partner, but is dropped by one of Big Ci's size 16's. Big Ci then slams Jason Dread into the mat with a fireman's carry toss and goes for the cover. Nathan McElvoy goes down for the three count.

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Jason Dread kicks out of the pin attempt, but then goes back limply to the mat.

Alex Pilgrim: I seriously thought Big Ci had it there. This is a big
guy who certainly knows how to throw his weight around.

Tony Almanti: I think I hear bones break every time Big Ci hits
somebody with...something.

Big Ci picks up Jason Dread and throws him over into the corner while Nathan McElvoy pushes Morrison back into his corner. Morrison grabs onto the little rope and clutches his face which has a boot imprint on it. Big Ci delivers a couple of European Uppercuts to Jason Dread who goes limp in the corner. Dave Hunter whistles over to Big Ci with his hand out. Big Ci shrugs and whips Dread over to the corner where Dave Hunter is at. He then charges Dread and delivers a massive turnbuckle clothesline. Having just been tagged in, Dave Hunter climbs in the ring and pulls Jason Dread to the middle of the ring, holding his arms behind his back. Big Ci rears up against the ropes and charges Jason Dread. Dave
Hunter dives out of the way while Big Ci clobbers Jason Dread with a clothesline from hell. Big Ci raises his arms and counts off four fingers while Dave Hunter goes down for the pin.

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KICKOUT!

Pilgrim: I just knew that was going to be it! Jason Dread finds something left in the tank!

Almanti: There are a lot of egos in that ring, and nobody wants to come out with a dent in theirs.

Dave Hunter drags Dread to the corner and makes another quick tag to Big Ci. Hunter puts Dread in an abdominal stretch exposing the ribs for Ci to land a big side kick. Hunter heads back to the ring apron while Ci locks on a Boston Crab. Dread is distorting his face in pain as his back and side continue to take punishment. He tries to gain leverage by doing a push up, but the weight of Big Ci is just too much as Ci sits down hard on the crab. Dread starts to work his way toward the ropes, but Ci pulls him back to the middle of the ring. Dread yells to Morrison, telling him to step in and break the hold. Instinctively, Morrison half steps into the ring, but realizes, the "new" self wouldn't dare cheat! He steps back onto the ring apron as Dread starts yelling expletives at his partner.

Pilgrim: Can you believe it? Is that a conscious coming from Rich Morrison? Is this "new" Rich Morrison going to put principles above winning matches?

Almanti: Or is it all an evil ploy to catch everyone off-guard?

Ci, however takes all this commotion between Rich and Dread means that Morrison is coming in to sneak attack and releases the hold. Ci walks over to Morrison and starts yelling at him and pointing his finger in Morrison's face. Morrison tries to explain himself, but Ci makes sure it's a onesided conversation. Dread slowly gets to his feet, however and Ci backs into a T-bone suplex. Both men are down and dazed, and barely moving. Dutton immediately begins the standing 10 count!

1......

Pilgrim: And some how, some way, Jason Dread has given his team a chance!

Almanti: Not if Big Ci and can make his tag first!


2......




3......


Neither man is stirring.


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5.........


Big Ci begins to shake out the cobwebs and is on all fours, isn't responding to much. Dread is still lying motionless on the mat.


6.........



7........


Big Ci begins to crawl ever so slowly to his corner. Dread is still out on the mat.


8............


Ci is still moving to his corner and Dread starts to rise.




9........



Ci finally makes it over to his corner and makes the tag to Hunter! Dread lunges and make his tag to Morrison! The two fresh men run at each other and Hunter nails Rich with a hard clothesline. Rich pops back up just to get nailed again with another running clothesline. Hunter quickly gets Morrison to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Morrison bounces off, leaps and NAILS a Queens Cutter!

Pilgrim: Where did that come from! Queens Cutter! Queens Cutter! Where did that come from!

Almanti: Queens! It came from Queens!

Dutton slides into position!

1.......




2.........


Big Ci tries for the save, but Dread cuts him off with a sliding kick!


3!!!!!!!!!!!

Pilgrim: Dread and Morrison did it! What a match!

Almanti: You have to hand it out to all four wrestlers in this match. It's a shame someone had to lose. I know it's not the debut the Horsemen: XE were looking for, but they have to like their prospects in the future!

Morrison walks over to Dread and tries to give him a hug. Dread pushes him away. Morrison tries again and Dread takes a finger and pushes Morrison in the chest back about two feet and saying something to him. Morrison turns around and tries to give Big Ci a hug, but Ci backs up. He's not happy over the loss. He thinks about it and looks at Rich. He extends his hand. Rich looks into the crowd as the crowd cheers, rooting for him to take it. He takes Ci's hand and gives it a firm shake!

Pilgrim: It looks like The 4 HM: XE and Rich Morrison are on solid terms. It'll be interesting to see how long that lasts.

Almanti: If Morrison is smart, he'll make damn sure it lasts for a while. I see Big and the gang going places fast. And my sources deep within the bunker of POW inside information says a manager signing them all as clients is just around the corner. That will only make them better.

Pilgrim: Well stay tuned right here as we go to commericial. Mr. Capaci will tell us about the new mystery belt as well as Macros versus Reck Maverick for the #1 contender to the Valor Title! And later tonight we still have the much anticipated match of Valor Champ, George Duke facing off against the POW Heavyweight Champion, Shawn Stevens. Stay right here!

[Tito Capaci]

The camera cuts to a scene in a back lobby where POW is holding a retirement party for Cran Landom. Several POW wrestlers are present, including Lance Erikson, Buzz Parks, Shawn Stevens, and Victor Bloodmoon. Cran taps on a glass with a spoon and clears his throat as he as something ot say.

Cran: It has been a great honor to wrestle here in POW. I mean, they afforded me the chance to win my first World Heavyweight Championship and I cashed in on it. With all of the success that I have had in this company, I'm a shoe in for the pro wrestling hall of fame. And to think, I did this with no legs...remakrable.

The rest of the group laughs, but Landom is dead serious. Rich Morrison walks up and hands Cran a wrapped box. Cran studies the present, and shakes it. He opens it up to see that it is a replica POW Heavyweight CChampionshyip Belt. Cran is almost brought to tears.

Rich: There ya go, buddy. You'll always e a champion in our books.

Before Landom can say "thank you," David DeAngelo walks in with afour girls draped across his body. He walks up to Cran and takes one girl off of his arm and hands her over to Cran. Cran looks a bit confused by all this.

DeAngelo: Here ya go. She's all yours for the night. It's my gift to you.

Cran: What? What does she do?

DeAngelo: Anything you want, buddy.

Cran: Anything?

DeAngelo: Anything.

Cran: Sweet.

He turns the girl.

Cran: First, I want you to go to my hotel room. Then I want you to pull out my gun polisghing kit. You can clean the guns under my bed first. Then work on the ones in the closet. After that, there's a lot of laundry that needs to get done. This is one heck of a present.

Erikson: Great present, DeAngelo. Geez.

DeAngelo: What? Are you making fun of my gift? What the hell did you bring?

Erikson: Not a whore, that's for damn sure.

DeAngelo: Hey, you call one of my lovely whores a again, you'll be eating your words!

Erikson: I got a better idea. Why don't you eat some cake?

Erikson gives DeAngelo a hard shot to the stomachlocks up for a big belly to belly suplexx that sends DeAngelo through the table with the cake. DeAngelo's face gets planted right into a huge cake with white icing. DeAngelo is stunned, but Erikson waves him off and walks away.

[Tito Capaci]

Alex Pilgrim: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back and to "The Road to All In". I'm...

Tony Almanti: your host, Tony Almanti, and this is Alex Piglrim. He
assists me.

Alex Pilgrim: Yeah, sure. Anyway, this is the first Pre-Main Event
after First Rights. The two guys in this matchup put their bodies on the line at First Rights to get this possible shot at the Valor Championship.

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. 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....

Richard Huff: Ladies and gentlemen...This match is to find the NUMBER 1 CONTENDER for the Valor Championship! Introducing first, accompanied by his manager Riley. He is from parts unknown and weighs in at 240 lbs. He is...MACROS!!!

The audience has a mixed reaction because they know what's coming.

Alex Pilgrim: Macros getting a mixed reaction tonight, usually he's
something of a favorite.

The lights begin to alternate between dark blue and crimson red as "His World" begins to fill the arena. Over the music the sound of a flute can be heard... it's a familiar tune: The tune of the Green Power Ranger! Suddenly a puff of smoke explodes in front of the curtain and Reck Maverick appears out of thin air. He stands in a cool ninja pose for a second, his eyes darting back and forth and his Dragon Armour glimmering in the light then he breaks into a traditional ninja run as he quickly dashes to the ring and dives between the first and second ropes. Macros backs up as he kips up and draws his Blade of Legend. He begins to go into a Kata, swinging the blade and throwing kicks, Finally he drops to one knee and goes to drive the blade in the mat, but he stops short to avoid tearing the canvas - as he is doing the Kata the lights slowly cut of except a single spotlight shining on Maverick. He places the sword back into it's sheath and hands it to a ringside attendant then slowly stands up and removes his Armour as the lights come back up. With the Armour removed he salutes his fans with a now trademark thumbs up as the music dies. The audience goes wild as he sets his armor and Blade of Legend down.

Richard Huff: And from San Jose, California. He is The All-American,
Diet Pepsi Drinkin', MYSTICAL NINJA! Reck MAVERIIIIIICK!

The audience goes wild as Reck jumps up and down, waving his arms, trying to get the already pumped audience even more hyped up.

Tony Almanti: Remember what you said about the crowd's reaction to Macros? I think your question has just been answered. Reck really has the crowd in the palm of his hand. He just better be careful that the towering man in the ring with him doesn't put him in the palm of his hand.

Alex Pilgrim: Even though Macros is taller than Reck Maverick, they're almost the same weight. What Reck lacks in height, he makes up for in muscle.

The referee for the match, Manny Salazar calls for the opening bell.

ding-ding

Macros vs. Reck Maverick

The ring bell dings, starting the match. Reck and Macros get right into it, trading lefts. Finally, Macros grabs one of Reck's punches and twists around, rotating it completely around. Reck Maverick grabs at his shoulder, then rolls forward and then backflips out of the hold. Turning to face Macros, he lets fly one his trademark thumbs-ups. From the side, Riley yells at Macros to get in motion. Macros flips Reck Maverick around to face him and delivers a couple of rights. He grabs Reck Maverick's arm and whips him into the ropes. Reck Maverick ducks a clothesline, bounces off the opposite ropes and bulldogs an unexpecting Macros into the mat. Reck feeds off the cheers from the crowd and does a ninja pose.

Tony Almanti: Nice bulldog there from Reck Maverick, but I thought in his case it was called a...

Alex Pilgrim: Don't even go there.

Macros gets right back up to his feet, but Reck is waiting for it and
delivers a brutal kick to Macros' thigh. Macros shrugs it off and almost uppercuts the mask off of Reck. Reck stumbles back and Macros pursues him throwing bolos of rights and lefts. He kicks Maverick in the gut and applies a standing facelock. Riley pounds on the mat from ringside, screaming at Macros to squeeze. Reck Maverick tries to crossface Macros, but Macros refuses to let go. Reck Maverick, using Macros as support kicks his legs up and rotates inside the facelock. He locks his legs around Macros' neck and drives him down into the mat. Macros rolls out of the ring, holding his head. Riley rushes over to see if his client is alright while Reck bounces off of the ropes and handsprings off of the top
rope toward Macros and Riley. Macros ducks out of the way, but Riley takes the full brunt of Reck Maverick's body crashing down onto him.

Alex Pilgrim: Riley is out! Macros got out of the way, but Riley didn't have enough time!

Tony Almanti: You know what I just realized? If you add an 'S' to the end of Macros' name, you get an anime that used to be famous back in the eighties! Macross!

Alex Pilgrim: Did you even see what happened down in the ring?

Tony Almanti: Yeah, but I wanted to get that off my chest.

Reck Maverick springs back to his feet, having had a soft landing pad of Riley and dives back into the ring. Macros slides in right on Reck's heels and grabs hold of one of his feet. Both competitors stand up, Macros holding onto Reck's left ankle. Reck jumps up and swings around for an Enziguri, but Macros ducks. Reck catches himself and jumps up, mule kicking Macros in the chest. Macros grabs onto the ropes to keep himself from falling. Reck Maverick bounces off the opposite ropes and jumps with a boot raised to Macros' face. Macros ducks and Reck wraps himself up on the ropes, racking himself.

Tony Almanti: OH! Right in the mommy's daddy buttons. I'm glad that mask is in the way, so I don't have to see his face in pain.

Alex Pilgrim: I'm just grimacing right now.

Macros grabs onto Reck Maverick off of the ropes and powerslams him into the mat. Macros then drops a knee onto the mask of Reck Maverick before locking Reck's face with his legs. Macros bridges up, increasing the pressure on Reck's face and neck. Reck Maverick starts punching the closest leg of Macros. Macros leans back even farther, but Reck still continues on with the shots. Finally Macros lets go, but before Reck has a chance to catch his breath, Macros scrambles over and mounts his opponent, dropping blows down his face. Manny Salazar drops down and forces
Macros to stop raining down hell onto Reck's face. Macros stands up and backs off of Reck Maverick. Reck Maverick, holding the mask where his face is, stands up. Macros attempts a punch, but Reck Maverick blocks it and sends a right toward Macros. Macros smiles and grabs the punch. He jumps up, wraps his legs around Maverick's neck and falls back into a triangle choke.

Alex Pilgrim: JESUS! Look at that. I think Macros and Lance Erickson need to get together and train. Look at these holds Macros is putting on Reck Maverick tonight!

Reck Maverick lets out a choked wail of pain as Macros rears back,
pulling on Reck's arm and choking him out with his legs. Reck Maverick leans forward, and with tremendous effort, finally bends his arm the proper way. He reaches around Macros' leg and grabs his fist with his free arm. Reck Maverick, using all the strength he has, pulls Macros up from his back and stands up with him. Macros, being able to sense what's coming lets his legs go and drops to his feet. He reaches forward and grabs onto Reck's head, driving him into the mat with an STO. Without releasing the hold, he brings his outer leg up and hooks it around Reck Maverick's neck, locking in the Koji Clutch!

Alex Pilgrim: Holy Hell! That's one of Macros's finishing moves! He's
popped on the Koji Clutch!

Tony Almanti: It look like Macros should be the one in pain, but that's not the case! Nice Move!

Manny Salazar drops down and starts checking on Reck Maverick's status. Riley claws the ring apron to help him back up to see what's going on. He lets out a halfhearted cheer as he sees Macros in control finally. Reck Maverick claws at the mat and Macros, but to no avail. He starts to go limp. Manny Salazar raises his hand to check the KO.

(Lets Reck's hand drop)

1...

2...

TH-NO! Reck Maverick has got his hand up!

Pilgrim: These guys are planning on being tag team partners when Capaci sets the wheels in motion for naming POW Tag Team Champions. How is that going to happen if they've beaten each other all to hell?

Almanti: Keep in mind there is no time limit on this match! They could still be slugging it out tomorrow afternoon!

Macros quickly gets back to work. He gets Reck to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Reck bounces off and ducks under one clothesline. He bounces off again and nails a beautiful cross body block and a pin! Salazar slides in for the count!


1......

Pilgrim: This could be it!


2.......


Almanti: What does Macros have left?


KICKOUT!!!!!!

Pilgrim: I cant' believe it! These guys are iron men!

Almanti: What a match! This is history in the making!

Maverick quickly gets up and pulls Macros to his feet he sets up for a doublearm underhook DDT and plants it Macros hard on the mat. Maverick hops to his feet and gives a huge thumbs up to the crowd which cheers the hero of the story on to hopeful victory. Maverick sits back and waits for Macros to get to his feet. As he does, Reck sprints toward him. He leaps, but Macros sidesteps and NAILS his Roman Salute right into the windpipe of Reck! The crowd gasps at the site.

Pilgrim: Oh my God....Reck could be seriously injured.

Almanti: It's a rough sport....that's all there is to say.

Macros quickly goes for the pin and hooks the leg. Manny Salazar slides in for the count.

1....


2....


3!!!!!!!!!!

Pilgrim: We have a new #1 contender for the Valor Title! Macros has just earned himself a spot at All In to face off against George Duke for the POW Valor Championship!

Almanti: That is shaping up to be one hell of a match!

Pilgrim: Wait a minute...what?......Something in the back? Ok...

[Tito Capaci]

After that amazing match, we cut backstage to see two building engineers. They seem to be sharing a laugh between friends. Let's listen in...

Man #1: I remember that, and remember when we locked Jim out of the van on the way to Salt Lake City?

Man #2: Yeah, he had to hitchhike and almost missed the card! Haha.

The lights flicker. The door to the room swings open as we see POW Newcomers Jake Winters and Luthien Morgoth. The men look confused as these two scary fellows approach them. The two engineers run for cover as Winters hisses at the camera.

Winters: You didn't listen to us, Power On Wrestling. You had an option to change. However, all of the bargaining is done. We told you that if you failed to comply, we would have no other choice but to come to Kansas City and force you into change. And now that we're here, we're gonna issue major thought reform. Tell 'em, Goth.

Morgoth: Where is your Champion Shawn Stevens? Where is the almighty Rich Morrison? Where is the lying corrupt owner Tito Capaci? It doesn't matter where they are. We shall get to all of them in time. However, our first goal here, is to seek out and win the POW Tag Team titles.

Winters: You hate us, because we are different. We hate you, because you are all the same. Winters & Morgoth, future tag team champions. POW, the future is here. Let the brainwashing begin...

The television screen than cuts to static. Hundreds of historic images are flashed on the screen during a 10 second allotment of time. Finally, a black screen cuts in. Then pops up a picture of Tito Capaci and Greg Kilgreen in Capaci's new luxary suite inside the Star Pavilion. Kilgreen is still glued to the television. Capaci doesn't look happy and is rubbing his chin.

Tito: Greg.

Greg doesn't budge. He's still staring at the TV which has now been turned off via remote control by Capaci.

Tito: Greg.

Still nothing from Kilgreen.

Tito: GREG KILGREEN!!!!

Greg snaps out of his daze and looks at Capaci.

Kilgreen: Um, Mr. Capaci, I think you might should give them what they want.

Tito: What the hell? They've already brainwahsed you with that piece of garbage? It isn't some damn Jedi mind trick, you weak-minded asshole! Get a damn grip!

Greg: But what are you going to do?

Tito: Gregory, they just called me out on my own turf. Nobody pulls that crap. I'm going to make a few phone calls and then all hell is going to beak lose. Take that to the damn bank.

The scene cuts to commercials.

[Tito Capaci]

The bell rings, Richard Huff stands mid ring

RH: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…

"Death Rides A Horse" plays loudly over the speakers as George Duke steps out from behind the curtain wearing a Royal Blue robe.

RH: …from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…..weighing in at 268 pounds, he is the POW Valor Champion……..George DUKE!!!

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 hands it off to the ring attendant and waits for the match to begin

RH: And his opponent…

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.

RH: …from Chicago, Illinois…..weighing in at 223 pounds…..he is the POW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…….”SenSational” Shawn STEVENS!!!

He lowers his arms and walks down the ramp. He makes his way to the ring. The fans still are hesitant to cheer him, but he is slightly earning their respect back

The bell rings again and George Duke gives himself a slap on each bicep before he beckons Stevens to “bring it”. Steven’s and Duke meat center ring with a collar and elbow tie up, they jockey for position for few seconds before Duke grabs an armbar. Stevens grimaces as Duke wrenches on his arm and twists it causing more discomfort for the heavyweight champ. Duke wrenches up again and Stevens drops down to his back with Duke still in control, Stevens then knips up and slaps Duke’s hand reversing the move and applying an armbar of his own, he twists it and wrenches up on it mimicking Duke, Duke reaches up and grabs a handful of hair pulling Shawn down to the mat.

AP: Duke using some underhanded tactics in there.

The referee admonishes Duke who ignores him and grabs Steven’s in a side headlock, Shawn tries to fight out of it but Duke uses a headlock takedown to put him back on the mat. The ref gets in close to check Steven’s shoulders and to make sure he isn’t ready to give it up, Steven’s pushes Dukes head down and apply a scissors hold to break the headlock, the referee is now checking on Duke, he situates his body in front of Stevens who is really laying the pressure on, Duke then gets his feet under him while still having his head trapped

TA: Yeah, that doesn’t look weird or anything.

AP: Give him a break, you’d do whatever you could to escape that hold too.

Duke then rolls over on top of Stevens for the cover

ONE…
TWO…

Stevens tries to bridge up but Duke uses his weight as well as an elbow to the ribs to drop them both back to the mat

AP: The veteran, showing why he’s been in this game for so many years.

Duke grabs a hold of Shawns arm again and pulls him up to his feet, back into the armbar, this time George goes behind with a hammerlock, Duke then drops down and sweeps Shawn’s feet out from under him causing him to face plant into the mat, Duke then floats over and rustles his hair some

TA: Rubbing salt in the proverbial wounds there.

AP: Trying to get in the kids head I expect.

Both men get back to their feet and Stevens does not look happy as they meet in the center of the ring and lock up again, Duke takes the advantage quickly as he lays a knee into Shawns gut doubling him over, and then driving the point of his elbow into Stevens neck. Shawn stumbles away holding his neck Duke pursues him and drives a forearm into Shawns spine sending him into the corner, Duke turns him around to face him and gives him a hard knife edge chop

WOOOO! Says the crowd

Duke replies with a SHADDAP! Before he rears back and nails Shawn with another hard chop. The crowd ignores him and repeats the chant anyway.

AP: I think you could hear those chops from just about anywhere in this building.

TA: Even the guys in the john heard it……..probably felt it too.

Duke grabs his arm and whips him hard into the opposite buckles, and then runs in only to be met with two boots to his face. Shawn gathers himself briefly before charging out and hitting a running calf kick right under Duke’s chin. Duke hits the mat hard but immediately rolls over and starts to get back to his feet holding his jaw. Stevens stalks after him and hooks him up in a quick snap suplex. Stevens floats over into the cover

ONE…
TWO…

Duke gets the kickout quickly. Stevens makes his way toward Duke again who gets to his knees and lands a few straight shots to Shawns breadbasket. Shawn backs up against the ropes and Duke follows him grabbing his arm and attempting an irish whip which is reversed, Stevens shoots Duke off and hits a quick backdrop on the return. Duke hits the mat hard and doesn’t have time to respond as Stevens hits the ropes and comes back with a lightning fast leg drop. Stevens makes another cover.

ONE…
TWO…

Duke kicks out yet again.

AP: This is what Stevens has to do, he’s got to use his speed. He can’t let Duke slow this one down to his pace.

Duke gets back to his feet and Stevens positions himself behind him, he lands a few blows to the back of Dukes head before grabbing him in a rear waistlock. Stevens attempts a german but Duke entwines his leg around Stevens’ to block it. Stevens tries again, but Duke blocks it again, and uses the moment to do a standing switch taking control of the action. Rather than do a suplex, Duke hits a shot to Stevens back and then turns around grabbing his head in his hands and driving him down with a standing neckbreaker. Duke gets up quickly and hits the ropes coming off with a knee drop. Stevens lays prone and Duke moves to the corner where he hops up onto the second rope and leaps off with a falling headbutt. Stevens rolls out of the way of the impact and Duike hits the mat face first, Stevens wastes no time as he hits the ropes and hits a sliding dropkick right into the side of George Duke’s head. Stevens covers.

ONE…
TWO…

Duke kicks out yet again. And Duke takes the opportunity to roll out onto the floor.

TA: Smart move by Duke. Take the wind out of Shawn Stevens’ sails and get yourself a breather.

AP: It doesn’t look like Stevens is gonna let that fly.

Stevens moves over tot her ropes, and despite the referees threat, he pulls on the top and vaults himself over to the outside. Duke looks up in time to see it coming, and he sidesteps out of the way allowing Stevens to crash and burn on the floor.

AP: He missed it! Duke was a step ahead of him on that one.

TA: Genius.

Duke looks down on his opponent before lifting him up by his hair. He then grabs a hand full of trunks as well and sends Stevens shoulder first into the ringside steps. The crowd groans it’s disapproval at the impact, but Duke pays them no mind as he lifts Stevens up again and rolls him back into the ring.

AP: And Duke has officially slowed Stevens down.

Duke lets Stevens get up on his own power and waits for him. He steps off to Shawns side and lifts him up before slamming him down with a picture perfect backbreaker. Duke covers.

ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT

Stevens gets a shoulder up and Duke is back on the attack. He lets Stevens get up again and hits him with a hard knife edge chop, which elicits the WOOOO, from the crowd again. He ignores it and then hits a clubbing blow to Shawns chest sending him sprawling back against the ropes. Shawns head slumps down, and Duke grabs a handful of hair and lifts his head up, only to hit a hard European uppercut.

AP: That sounded absolutely brutal. Flesh and bone to flesh and bone.

Duke whips Stevens across the ring and powerslams him on the return. Duke hooks the leg.

ONE…
TWO…
TH
NO KICKOUT

TA: How close was that Alex?

AP: Enough to make the hair on my arms stand up that’s for sure.

Duke complains to the ref about the count but he lets it go as Stevens uses the ropes to drag himself back up yet again. Duke stalks behind him this time and applies a sleeperhold. Stevens fights it hard and drags Duke over to the ropes where Shawn tangles every part of his body he can in them. The ref calls for the break, and Duke obliges. But as Shawn backs up away from the strands he applies the hold again. Shawn fights with everything he has but Duke keeps the hold cinched in. Finally in a fit of desperation Shawn grabs Dukes head with both hands and drops down with a jawbreaker.

AP: Wicked counter.

Stevens gets on his feet quick knowing that this is a great chance to get back into this one. Duke stumbles backwards and Shawn charges forward with a running elbowsmash to the face, Duke stumbles back but Shawn won’t let him go as he grabs a hold of Dukes head with both hands and begins driving his knee rapidly into Dukes face and chest. The referee counts all the way to four and a half and Shwan releases his hold on Dukes head. Duke staggers back and does a one eighty, as he turn away from Shawn, he quickly jumps onto Duke and applies a sleeper of his own. Duke fights it off by grabbing the referee by the shirt and pulling him close. Duke then kicks his leg out behind him and hits Stevens with a low blow. The crowd erupts into boo’s and catcalls.

AP: Of all the underhanded things……

TA: You gotta give it to Duke, he knows his way around between those ropes.

AP: That’s no excuse to do something like THAT.

Duke turns and places Shawns head between his legs, he attempts a piledriver but Shawn holds onto his right leg tight. Duke leans down and smashes Shawns back with clubbing blows before trying it again. Once again Shawn holds on and even drops down to his hands and knees to escape the hold. Shawn acts quickly as he crawls through Dukes legs and stands up behind him, setting himself quickly. Duke turns around and is met with a superkick in the jaw for his trouble. Shawn falls onto him for the cover.

ONE…
TWO…
THRE…

NO KICKOUT!!!

Duke amazingly gets his shoulder up just in the nick of time and Shawn explodes with rage. At the slow count. Shawn stands up and protests with the referee, who can give him nothing but “he got his shoulder up”.

TA: Stupid move by the champ here, he should keep his focus on his very dangerous opponent.

AP: You’ll get no argument from me and look…Dukes’ back up and it looks like he’s ready to apply some sort of claw hold.

Duke is indeed standing behind Steven’s with his hand open and over his head beckoning Shawn to turn around. He finally does and Duke lunges forward to grab the hold, Shawn however ducks the arm and hooks it with his own, and then hooks the other taking Duke down with a backslide.

ONE…
TWO..
THREE!!!

AP: He got him! He got him! A fantastic counter to that claw hold!

RH: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match………Shawn STEVENS!!!

The crowd erupts at the announcement.

TA: You’ve gotta give it to Duke though Alex, he had his number through much of this match.

AP: That may be the case, but bottom line is that Shawn Stevens is the man getting his hand raised in there.

The referee raises Stevens’ hand in victory as he celebrates and his theme music begins to play. Just then Danny Danielson comes running through the crowd and jumps the barricade, he slides into the ring with a steel chair. Stevens doesn't see this and he turns just as Danielson swings and connects right on his head. Stevens drops. Duke goes to pat Danielson on the back but then Danielson swings and connects square with Dukes head.

AP: DANNY DANIELSON JUST TOOK DOWN BOTH POW TITLE HOLDERS!

Danny gets down in Stevens face and rubs the POW Heavyweight title into Stevens bleeding forehead.

Danny: THIS IS GONNA BE MINE! TICK TOCK SHAWN!

Danielson tosses the belt down onto the body of Stevens. He slides out of the ring and walks up the ramp.

AP: There will be hell to pay next week. Danielson versus Stevens. See you all there!

The camera cuts to Danielson and fades to black as he has a sick grin on his face.

[jtn]

End of Show