The Road to All In 3-8-07

[Tito Capaci]

"Stand" by Blues Traveler begins to play over the PA system as POW highlights from previous shows begins to play on the screen inside the Star Pavilion in Kansas City. Red and white lights flash all over the arena as the crowd cheers as they await the hot, wrestling action that has been brought to this building for over a month now.

Alex Pilgrim: The Road to All In goes through tonight right here at the Ameristar Casino! We're in the Star Pavilion in Kansas City and we have a huge wrestling card tonight and some major questions that circling all over POW are going to be answered one way or another! My name is Alex Pilgrim and my partner in crime is none other than the mouth of the south via New York, Tony Almanti. Tony, what about these questions?

Tony Almanti: Alex, you couldn't be more right. There are more questions in POW that need to be answered than the damn ACT test. First, we have been promised that Rob Matthews will disclose what that piece of paper is he was holding as he left the arena at First Rights. Second, we'll see what Morgoth and Winters have in store. Third, what is the status with Rich Morrison and The Four Horsemen: XE? Are they alligned? Is he a Horsemen? And finally, we're going to find out if Danny Danielson gets his chance to deal a nasty blow to Shawn Steven's ego tonight by seeing if he gets a shot at the POW Heavyweight Championship belt by beating Stevens tonight.

Pilgrim: It is going to be an action packed night. We have Nick Pickles bringing back his famous interview forum, the Money Pit and he will be introducing none other than Big Ci!

Almanti: This is possibly the biggest non-DVD Taping night in the history of this company. So many great things going on....Let's get it started!

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Alex Pilgrim: First up, we have a tag match between rookies here.
Let's take it to Richard Huff for the introductions.

"Shout at the Devil" by Motley Crue hits. Chris Knight walks down to the ring and slides in. He tosses his black t-shirt into the crowd before cracking his neck.

Richard Huff: Our first competitor in this tag team match-up. Hailing from Brooklyn, New York. Weighing in at a lean, mean, buff, cut, ripped, AND chiseled...232 lbs...He is CHRIS KNIGHT!!!

Superstar by Saliva begins to blast over the P.A. as Felon slowly steps from behind the black curtain. The intensity in the arena rises instantly as Felon walks with a purpose to the ring, some fans cheering some fans just cant stand the rawness that felon brings to professional wrestling. As he enters the ring he seems to be all business, seemingly not even wanting to wait for the bell.

Richard Huff: And his not so small partner, from Dayton, Ohio. He is
MIDNIGHT FELON!!!

Alex Pilgrim: Well, we have our first pair of partners out there
tonight...

Tony Almanti: Look at them, they're close in height, but Midnight Felon just dwarfs Chris Knight!

"Prelude 12/21" kicks up over the PA as Luthien Morgoth and Jake Ryan Winters come charging through the curtains and down to the ring. They slide in and start pummeling their opponents. Midnight Felon pushes Morgoth off of him, but Jake Ryan Winters just starts dropping bombs on Chris Knight. Midnight Felon goes to help his partner, but Luthien Morgoth intercepts him. Richard Huff dives out of the ring and Manny Salazar manages to separate Morgoth and the Felon and sends them to their corners. The bell dings to start the match.

Chris Knight and Midnight Felon vs. Luthien Morgoth and Jake Ryan Winters

Jake Ryan Winters doesn't cease his onslaught as the match starts. He drives Chris Knight into the corner, still pummeling on him. Chris
Knight finally manages to get ahold of Jake Ryan Winter's right and and flips him around into the corner. Knight delivers a couple of punches before attempting a suplex. Winters shrugs him off and continues the rain of hard blows. Winters hooks Knight's head and drives him into the mat with a russian leg sweep.

Tony Almanti: Look at Winters go! He really wants to hurt Chris Knight there. I don't blame him for not wanting to take on Felon though. The guy's huge.

Alex Pilgrim: Nice leg sweep there by Winters, the guy shows his
technical knowledge on his debut.

Jake Ryan Winters gets back to his feet and continues the beatdown, dropping down boots onto Chris Knight's back. Midnight Felon reaches out for the tag, but Winters doesn't allow Knight anywhere near his corner. Winters grabs Knight's hair and pulls him back to his feet. Winters reaches around Knight's midsection and pulls him over, suplexing him back down to the mat. Winters goes to pick Knight back up, but Chris Knight
grabs a handful of Winters' hair and drops back down to the mat,
performing an admirable jawbreaker. While Winters grabs hold of his face, Chris Knight slinks over to his corner and tags in his partner, Midnight Felon.

Alex Pilgrim: Nice move there by Chris Knight to get in his fresh
partner, Midnight Felon.

Jake Ryan Winters goes back to tag in his partner, but Luthien Morgoth isn't there. Jake Winters looks around, for a second, but is forced to take evasive maneuvers to stay away from Midnight Felon. While he's doing this, Luthien Morgoth sneaks around behind Chris Knight, hooks his thighs, and powerbombs his opponent from the apron into the barricade.

Tony Almanti: Chris Knight is down ladies and gentlemen. Say goodnight to him!

Jake Winters attempts a clothesline on the big Midnight Felon, but
Felon just laughs it off. Jake Winters goes for another clothesline as Midnight Felon prepares himself for it, but Luthien Morgoth chops Felon's knees out the instant Winters hits the clothesline and grabs a chair from the ring apron. Manny Salazar tries to get the chair away from Luthien Morgoth, but he gets shrugged off easily. While Jake Winters is dropping boots into the face of Midnight Felon, Luthien Morgoth rears back with the chair and slams it into Midnight Felon with a resonating blow. Manny Salazar calls for the bell and tries to get the two men off of Midnight Felon, but recieves a blow from the chair and gets knocked out.
Lutien Morgoth and Jake Ryan Winters continue beating up on Midnight Felon much to the dismay of the audience.

Alex Pilgrim: Look at these two! Is that how they really want to be
portrayed in their debut match? Like a bunch of cheaters?

Tony Almanti: Apparently they do. Felon and Knight won the match, but it sure doesn't look that way to me.

Alex Pilgrim: How long is this beating going to last? Someone needs to end this carnage!

Suddenly, Morgoth and Winters stop beating on Felon because "play the game" by motorhead begins to blast over the P.A. The fans and everyone in the arena turn their head toward the entrance way.

Pilgrim: What the...

Suddenly the crowd gives a huge pop as BBK, Midnight Felon's longtime tag team partner starts to calmly walk down the ramp eyeing Morgoth and Winters the entire trip. BBK calmly walks up the steel steps as Morgoth and Winters prepare to double team him. They charge at BBK while he is on the apron, but BBK nails two solid elbows, one to each of them. This backs them off the ropes and BBK calmly steps between the ropes. BBK gives a hard football kick to the face of Morgoth before nailing a DDT on Winters. He takes this time to Lights Out finisher on Winters!

Almanti: Night-night, Sweetheart!

Morgoth takes a wild swing at BBK as he turns around, but BBK ducks under and plants him with a Rock Bottom. Mr. Ego pulls Morgoth to him, jacks him up and sends him over the top rope via his Ego Wave of Fame! The crowd goes crazy for these new guys!

Pilgrim: Winters and Morgoth have said all along they are going to change POW. They have done exactly that because they have pissed off this new tag team of Murderous Intent!

Almanti: No doubt about it, MI has the brawn, but I think the brains will still go to Winters and Morgoth. This hasn't been settled yet, I promise!

Pilgrim: We need to settle some deals with our sponsors! We'll be right back, you better be too!

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[Tito Capaci]

As the show returns from commercial, Sykova is already standing in the ring.

Pilgrim: Welcome back to "The Road to All In." Sykova has already made his way to the ring. He is now waiting for the younger Hunter Brother, Shane, to arrive.
Almanti: He should take his time. No use rushing to a beating.

The lights in the arena go out and Alive begins to play. Blue and White lights flash in the arena and Shane appears on the stage with his head down. As the chorus hits, Shane lifts his head and walks to the ring. He picks up pace and slides under the bottom rope, like his brother. He stands up and the lights all come on. Shane runs into the ropes and stretches whilst getting ready to wrestle.

Tanner Dutton is the official for this match and he calls for the opening bell!

ding-ding

Shane Hunter vs. Sykova

Hunter makes the first move after the bell rings, but Sykova avoids his grasp. Both men circle eachother for a moment, until Hunter makes a sudden shot with a dropkick. It connects with Sykova's chest and he falls to the mat. He is quick to rise, but walks right into a snap suplex. Sykova rolls out of the ring to avoid further damage and takes his time returning.

Pilgrim: Sykova is not off to a good start in this match.
Almanti: You just wait until he gets back into that ring. Then we'll see who the real man is, Pilgrim.

Sykova slides back in cautiously. He ducks behind Hunter and catches his leg in a kick attempt. But Hunter jumps up - Enzigiri! Sykova falls like a rag doll, clutching his aching skull. Shane climbs to the top and leaps - Shooting Star Press!


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Pilgrim: Did Shane Hunter just put on a display or what? That was all kinds of impressive!

Almanti: The Horsmen: XE have themselves a legit blue chip in that one! What an amazing debut for the younger Hunter brother!

[Tito Capaci]

Suddenly the screen inside the Star pavilion starts to flicker a bit and finally it focuses on a man inside a comfortable hotel suite overlooking the Kansas City skyline. The man is none other than Rob Matthews. He has his feet kicked up on a coffee table as he sits in a plush recliner watching some TV. He looks over and sees that the camera is recording and knows that it is going live to the arena on the other side of town. He sits up and gets out of the recliner and takes a seat on a tall bar stool, so he can look down into the camera for effect. The bar is also where a very important piece of paper is.

Rob: As most of you probably remember and are no doubt talking about, I left First Rights in a joyful mood with a piece of paper in my hand and a smile on my face. It was this smile. And it was this piece of paper.

He holds up a piece of paper. It looks like a contract of some kind. The people in the arena are getting antsy about all of this.

Rob: Mr. Capaci has been beating down my door, day after day after painstaking day to get my ass into his ring and wrestle full time despite my career-ending injury. Do I want to work for a man who is willing to put my life at risk for the sake of some ratings for a two-bit promotion for some two bit fans?

The crowd gives a monster and unanimous "boo," but Matthews can't hear it. He's miles away.

Rob: Of course not. I never did that as an owner, or at the very least I didn't do it in such an obvious way. But Capaci got so desperate that he offered me a one match contract. I could fight anyone for any title under any stipulations. And finally, Capaci made me an offer I couldn't refuse. I understand the reasoning. I really do. He assumed I would jump on the chance to challenge Shawn Stevens for his POW Heavyweight Championship. Maybe I would call out George Duke and go for the Valor Championship Title. Maybe I would win those matches and feel so happy about being champion that I would decide to stick around for a while. That's what I'm sure Capaci was assuming. Well, Toto, you thought wrong.

The crowd in the arena watching this on the screen is now confused. If he isn't going to use his one match contract for a title shot, what's he doing with it?

Rob: I understand that many of your heads are spinning because you can't see the master plan forming in front of you. But I assure you, there are greater things in life than some dumb regional belt for some stupid territorial wrestling promotion that can't even ink a national television deal. The master plan is to set someone on the straight and narrow. The plan is to get someone I know very well and someone I once respected as a fighter and a competitor back to their winning ways. That's right, morons. I want Rich "F'n" Morrison at All In.

The crowd cheers for this. This is a classic matchup between two legitimate superstars.

Rob: I know this may upset your now bleeding heart. I know you've gone soft and I may hurt your little feelings, but you are a shell of the man you once were. Rest assured that after our match at All In, and this is a match you can't turn down, you'll either be the old Rich Morrison kicking ass and taking names like the good ol' days or you won't be wrestling at all.

The screen blinks off, the crowd stunned at the new announcement.

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Alex Pilgrim: And what a time for Rich Morrison to have to fight this match!

Tony Almanti: That's right Alex. After that shocking statement and declaration of battle from Rob Matthews to Rich Morrison at All In, you know that Rich did not need that piece of information weighing on his mind coming in to this match!

Alex Pilgrim: That's for sure. Big Ci and Rich Morrison against Victor
Bloodmoon and Chester "Chairman" Coban. Rich has plenty on his plate without having to worry about his nemesis in Coban and a very dangerous, proven and violent opponent like Victor Bloodmoon!

"Here comes the money" by Naughty by Nature begins to play over the speakers in the POW arena. The building goes dark and a single light is shown at the entryway. Out of the curtain, "New Money" Rich Morrison appears alongside Big Ci. The crowd is cheering loudly as Rich and Ci arrogantly walk to the ring. Every footstep corresponds to a beat in the theme song. He slowly slides into the ring while Big Ci walks up the ring steps. They get on the middle ropes and throws their arms above their heads. Morrison and Big Ci mean business tonight folks!

Richard Huff: Ladies and gentlemen! Our first competitors tonight!
Weighing in at a combined weight of 520 lbs...Rich Morrison and Big Ci!

The opening guitar riffs of "Blitzkrieg" by Metallica kick up over the
P.A. Victor Bloodmoon and Chester Coban step out from behind the curtain. They walk slowly down to the ring. Victor throws insults to the crowd in German while Chester Coban stares into the ring, surveying their competition. They roll under the bottom ropes and get ready for battle.

Richard Huff: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 585 lbs, Victor Bloodmoon and Chester Coban!

Rich Morrison and Big Ci vs. Victor Bloodmoon and Chester Coban

ding-ding

The bell dings as Rich Morrison and Big Ci discuss strategy while
Bloodmoon exits the ring to let Coban have the first go. Big Ci grabs Morrison's hand and whips him HARD toward Coban. With accelerated speed, Morrison leaps up and dropkicks Coban in the face, dropping the big man to the mat while Big Ci exits the ring. Chester Coban gets to his feet as Morrison rebounds of the ropes, grabs Coban's head, whips around in the air to deliver a DDT to Chester Coban. Coban starts to rise back to his feet once more.

Alex Pilgrim: Looks like Rich Morrison isn't going to let his size
hinder his performance in this match. He's taking it to Coban there.

Tony Almanti: You got that right! He's using the old philosophy that if you're opponent's big and strong, he's slow and you're mobile.

Rich Morrison delivers a chop block to Coban, dropping him to his
knees. He then flings a knee around and catches Coban square in the jaw. Chester Coban drops back down to his back. Morrison dives over to Big Ci and tags him in. Big Ci clambers into the ring and charges Chester Coban, hitting him with the Million Dollar Knee Lift. While Chester drops back to the mat, Big Ci plays to the crowd. Big Ci bends down to grab Coban's leg, but he's met with a boot to the face. Coban gets quickly back to his feet and delivers a couple of straight right jabs before bringing his left arm over in a crushing club. Gripping his chin, Chester walks over and tags in Victor Bloodmoon.

Tony Almanti: Now the two biggest guys in the match are in the ring together. Things are about to get heavy here tonight!

Alex Pilgrim: That's right, Big Ci weighed in at 310 tonight.
Bloodmoon's only got 10 pounds on this guy. That's something I'm sure he's not used to, wrestling someone his own size.

Bloodmoon grabs onto Big Ci's hair and pulls him to his feet. After
getting assistance, Ci breaks out of Bloodmoon's grasp and delivers a chop to his chest. Bloodmoon reels and then counters with a chop of his own. For a few seconds, the battle goes back and forth, Bloodmoon, Ci, Bloodmoon, Ci, Bloodmoon. Finally, Bloodmoon gets hold of one of Ci's arms and delivers a throat thrust. Ci gasps for breath as Bloodmoon advances on him. Victor Bloodmoon kicks Big Ci in the gut, and then reaches around Ci's midsection, suplexing him to the mat. From his position, Bloodmoon tries to lock in a cross armbreaker, but Big Ci grabs his hand and keeps his arm bent. Bloodmoon strains himself, but can't get Ci's arm straight. Coban and Morrison each cheer on their respective partners while the audience cheers for Ci. Big Ci rolls Bloodmoon onto his back and gets to his feet while bent over. Using his herculean strength, he pulls himself straight with Bloodmoon still attached, hanging onto Ci's arm. Big Ci drives Bloodmoon into the mat while the crowd goes wild.

Alex Pilgrim: Look at that strength! He picked up POW's big man with one arm!

Tony Almanti: I'm sure the other arm was helping there Alex, but it was impressive nonetheless.

Big Ci grabs onto his elbow that was injured from the failed cross
armbreaker and saunters over to Rich Morrison to tag him in. Rich Morrison vaults the ropes and with a running start, springboard moonsaults onto Bloodmoon's motionless body. Tanner Dutton goes down for the pin attempt.

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2...

KICKOUT!

Victor Bloodmoon forcefully presses the light Rich Morrison off of him, sending Morrison flying across the ring. Victor Bloodmoon sits up, holding his head. Morrison stands up and charges Bloodmoon. He lets fly a Tajiri kick but Bloodmoon catches it. Bloodmoon stands up with Morrison's leg still in tow. Rich Morrison vaults up into an enziguri, but Bloodmoon catches that leg as well with his free hand. With Morrison's legs still hooked, Bloodmoon swings him around and tosses him into the Corner where Chester Coban is waiting. Victor Bloodmoon tags in his partner who climbs over the top rope.

Tony Almanti: Looks like Chester has a chance to get revenge on
Morrison for earlier in the match.

Chester Coban cracks his knuckles before he stomps Morrison into the mat a couple of times before picking the man up. Chester Coban snaps off a couple of suplexes, and releasing on the last one, sending Morrison flying once more over near Big Ci. Morrison reaches up for the tag, but Chester Coban gets to him in time and pulls him to the center of the ring. Chester points to Big Ci before picking Rich Morrison up into a torture rack.

Alex Pilgrim: Oh no, it looks like Chester Coban is setting up for the
Burning Hammer.

Tony Almanti: If he hits this, David DeAngelo should've saved the
funeral for Rich Morrison!

Rich Morrison fights as hard as he can, and Chester Coban is forced to let Rich Morrison down. Rich Morrison throws a punch, but it is caught by Chester Coban who whips Morrison into the ropes. Morrison bounces off and is met by a rather large boot to the face. Chester Coban signals to the crowd that he is going to end Rich Morrison and then climbs to the top rope and faces away from his opponent. Pulling out everything he has, Rich Morrison gets up as fast as he can. Victor Bloodmoon shouts to Chester Coban from his corner and Coban turns around. Rich Morrison jumps up to the top rope, hooks Coban's head and executes the Queens Cutter '03 from the top rope. Both men crash into the mat with force that
echos through the entire arena.

Tony Almanti: And this match is over!!!

Alex Pilgrim: Wait a second...Rich Morrison doesn't look too good. I
don't think he landed well on that one, plus, he's probably still hurting from Coban's large foot.

Rich Morrison and Chester Coban lay still as Tanner Dutton starts the
ten-count.

1...

(Big Ci starts riling the crowd in support of Morrison) 2...

3...

4...

(The men start to stir) 5...

6...

(They start slowly moving toward their corners) 7...

8...

9...

Rich gets to Big Ci and tags him in! Big Ci reaches Coban before he can get to Victor Bloodmoon and drives a knee into Coban's back. He gets Coban up and whips him into the ropes. As Coban bounces off, he runs into the big boot of Big Ci. Ci picks him, and plants a monster Evenflow DDT on Coban! Victor charges in because he knows the count will be a three and Big Ci lands a monster running clothesline from hell! Big Ci immediately drops on top of Chester and hooks the leg hard! Dutton slides in!

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

Rich hops over the top rope jubilantly and gives Big Ci a hug without even thinking about it. Ci kind of pulls away and offers his hand one more time. Rich looks around the arena which is now cheering in huge numbers for Rich. He shakes his hand to a huge ovation from the crowd. Ci pulls Rich in and gives him a man hug with a few quick pats on the back and the crowd cheers even louder. Ci holds up Rich's hand in victory.

Pilgrim: This situation gets cloudier and cloudier every single day. But one thing is for sure, Rich Morrison is on good terms with Big Ci and the Four Hoursmen: XE.

Almanti: Check that, Alex. Before too long, they may be calling themselves the five horsemen!

Pilgrim: More POW right after this!

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As the show comes back from commercial, the fans see the new set at the entranceway from backstage.



The crowd is pumped now, as they are looking towards the enterance area, where The Money Pit set is standing. As crowd is getting more pumped, the vault door to the set begins to turn, then open as "Money" begins to play. The lights have dimmed green and out from behind the set comes Nick Pickle$, with Bubba right behind him. He has one a nice suit, with a money tie on. With a microphone in hand, we walks to the center of the set, between the two stools. He has his arms wide open, sucking in the appreciation and applause from the crowd.

Nick: "Thats right Kansas City.....Nick is here!"

The fans applaud some more for the fact that this widely known talk show has finally come to POW after speculation.

Nick: "Yeah...thats right people. Finally this town can be graced with something of class and dignity and smarts and....well maybe i should stop, im flatterting myself. You know, when i was asked if i would come do this show here, at first i was baffled. Well for one, i was looking at a map of Kansas and saying, "Where the hell is this place". Then it was brought to my attention that you's arent in Kansas, your in Missorui. Shows how much i know to care where this place is."

The crowd isnt liking this diss now on their home, so the Booooo's begin

Nick: "But i made my way to this Star Pavillion. Walking through the Ameristar Casino was hilarious. See'ing these local folk desperately trying to hit it big, strike gold. Showing that they are too lazy to earn the money like i did, work hard and sweat for it. No...all you people looking for a hand out, free money...its pathetic actually."

Now the crowd is all over his case, chanting "A**hole"

Nick: "...See what i mean, no repsect or common decency, just a bunch of typical low lifes i suspected id find here. But enough about all you, i could write a book on the disgracement known as Kansas City (Crowd gives a loud roar of Booo's now). No...now its time to talk Power on Wrestling (laughs)...POW! You know when i look aound, i see plenty of familiar faces in the back. I saw my old boss Bobby McManus dragging his old carcus around in the back. I see The Hunter boys. I even see mister italian badass himself, Tito Capaci is the boss here."

The crowd also Booo's at the mention of the POW owner

Nick: "With this UWC merger and all, i was tempted with the option of joining the rest of the roster of here. But did i really want to lower myself to these standards (gives a look of disgust)...but then i thought of the oppurtunity to do stuff i havent done in a while....and that's cause some trouble. I've done alot in my career, and whatever i set out to do....i did. I set out to close UWW...and well, it went down (chuckles). Anything i wanted to do on my show to anyone...i did. But lately, i havent been able to do much of that stuff.....until now. POW has given me the chance to cause tons of problems. And believe me, i will. But tonight, Toto has informed me i will have a guest, someone i have known from UWC. So let's bring him out."

"Out Ta Get Me" plays as the crowd stands up on their feet and gives Big Ci and nice applause as he comes through the vault door. He comes out with his hands raised and thanks the fans.

Nick: "Alright.....look who it is.....it's...(leans over to Bubba confused, as he asks him who it is).....ah it's Big Ci! Big Ci ladies and gentlemen."

The crowd keeps on clapping as Nick joins in. Big Ci has his hands on his waist, looking at Nick like he didnt appreciate that little rib.

Nick: 'Yeah...thats right, i remember you. You know in all your time at UWC, i dont think we ever really crossed paths or whatnot."

Big Ci: "Thats probably because i try to stay clear of garbage like you."

The crowd laughs at that, as Nick just widens his eyes and scratches his head

Nick: "Woah man, was there any need for that zing? I mean come on....i was being friendly."

Big Ci: "So was I."

Nick: "Oh...ok, i must had misread you then, my bad. (Looks Big Ci up and down)...Man you are one big fella, like a giant. Guess that's why they call you big."

Big Ci: "That would make sense."

Nick: "(In a serious stern voice) Yes it would, cause i doubt they talkin about your brain (says it real fast). But anyways, you have come along way. I mean you were Extreme Champion in UWC, now your....(reaches into his pocket and checks a note card)....the leader of The Horsemen...Xtreme Edition (nods like he's impressed)"

Big Ci: "Yeah thats right"

Nick: "I hear great things about this group....i hear ummm....wait i have heard....ummm (pretends to think hard)...no wait, i havent heard anything about this sorry bunch. Figures a goof like you-"

Big Ci then grabs Nick by his tie and viciously pulls him in

Big Ci: "Listen man, i didnt come out here to listen to your bullshit. The Horsemen will make their impact soon enough. Me, Dave, Lance and Shane are the future of this company. We going to get rid of big mouth...(tightens his grip on Nick) pieces of trash like you."

Bubba then steps up behind Big Ci as Ci looks behind him. Ci then releases Nick, who gasps breifly and fixes his tie,

Nick: "Heh...i think we got off on the wrong foot. I didnt mean to diss you, but perhaps the truth stings a bit eh. You havent done jack since coming here-"

Big Ci then levels Nick with a hard right hand that sends him flying backwards over the stool.

Big Ci: "I did that."

Bubba then clobbers Big Ci from behind, which staggers him. Bubba then holds Big Ci as Nick gets up and shakes off the punch Ci gave him. Nick mouths off to Big Ci and slaps him hard in the face. Nick then knee's Big Ci in the groin and Bubba let's go. Nick then sets Big Ci up, and delievers a "Vlasic Crunch", right on the set floor. Big Ci is out

Nick: "Nobody.....nobody lays there hands on me without paying the price. POW better know what they are in for....trouble has arrived."

Nick then throws a hundred dollar bill down on Big Ci. Nick then raises his hands in victory as "Money" plays. The crowd is not happy with what just happened to Big Ci. Nick grins at the angry crowd as he pats Bubba on the back and goes back through the vault door. Some ref's come out to see if Big Ci is alright, which he seems to be as he's coming to now. Big Ci gets up, seething as he walks backstage, Nick and Bubba both out of reach.

[Tito Capaci]

Almanti: Wrestling fans around the world know who Nick Pickles is, but damn he has some balls calling out Big Ci like that!

Pilgrim: It wouldn't be so surprising if it was just Big Ci, but as the head spokesman for the Four Horsmen: XE, there are three other guys you have to contend with, and evidently you have to worry about Rich Morrison now as well.

Almanti: But Nick isn't alone...Did you see Bubba? Why the hell is he not going for POW Gold? He's built like a damn ox!

Pilgrim: The Horsemen have some talent, no doubt, and we're about to witness some of that talent first hand.

Almanti: Absolutely. Lance Erikson showed for the first time in POW that he had that "Horseman" mentality when he put David DeAngelo through a big retirement cake just for saying the wrong thing. This is now a grudge match and I know that both men want to shut the other up before this little spat turns in a full-fledged war!

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. 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 opponent.

T.A. : Lance looks ready tonight. I have never seen him so focused

A.P. I have to agree with you there, Lance has truly trained hard all week long for this match up 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

David saunters down towards the ring looking at the crowd and giving them sexy eyes, he makes it to the ringside area and the lights come back up as he climbs the stairs, he walks across the apron and wipes his feet off on the apron and then steps between the ropes, as he gets through he peels off his silk button down and then unties his ascot before tossing it into the crowd, he walks to the other side of the ring feeling his own toned abs and then he rips off his tear away slacks and tosses them to the ringside attendant, he then stands there in his trunks basking in the crowds hate for him

A.P. You can feel the love in here tonight.

T.A. That’s not love. More like lust. Can’t you see all that beautiful eye candy that came walking down with DeAngelo ?

A.P. Did I ever, but I was more on the side of wishing one of them would have tripped and fell from those stiletto heels they are all wearing. How high do you think the heels are on them?

T.A. I have no idea, maybe six to eight inch high. But for now we need to direct our attention towards this match up.

Manny Salazar, POW official, calls for the bell.

ding-ding

Lance Erikson vs. David DeAngelo

Both men circle the ring measuring each other up some. As DeAngelo moves in to lock up Erickson easily powers him into the corner turnbuckle. Giving a clean break Erickson stands in the center of the ring as DeAngelo winks at the referee.

As both men lock up once again Erickson goes for an arm bar take down but DeAngelo reverse the move and applies a hip toss sending Erickson down to the matt. DeAngelo quickly applies a Achilles Tendon Lock causing Erickson some major discomfort.

T.A. Good move, take the bigger man’s legs away from him he will be unable to over power you.

A.P. I have to agree, when facing some one bigger and stronger you need to attack their weak spots and take away their power a little at a time.

Erickson struggles but makes it to the ropes to break the hold. DeAngelo stands up but then starts to stomp on Erickson’s ankle, forcing the referee to reach a five count then breaking it up. Erickson slowly gets back to his feet but he is favoring his right ankle some. DeAngelo moves in quickly to attack the hurt Erickson only to get caught with an European Uppercut Erickson follows up with a powerful T-Bone suplex. Erickson applies a side headlock on DeAngelo.

A.P. I don’t agree here, Erickson should not slow the pace of the match down. He is the strongest of the two he needs to use his strength to his advantage

DeAngelo gets up on one knee and tries to get back up. Erickson with one huge sweeping motion lifts DeAngelo up to his feet and sets him up for a Fisherman Suplex, only to fall victim to a Drop Toe Hold. DeAngelo quickly follows up with a double knee drop across the lower leg of Erickson. DeAngelo starts to blow a kiss to the booing fans as Erickson stands back up. As DeAngelo continues to taunt the crowd Erickson from behind easily spins DeAngelo around and nails him with a Series of German Suplexes. Erickson goes for the pin but a stunned DeAngelo kicks out at the count of two.

T.A. I thought we had a winner for a second.

A.P. DeAngelo needs to worry more about the man he is facing in the ring and less attention to the fans.

Erickson moves in to lock up once again but DeAngelo instead connects with a Double Underhook Suplex. Erickson angrily gets back to his feet just in time to see an on coming DeAngelo. Erickson Superplex’s DeAngelo over the top rope. DeAngelo is laid out on the concrete below as Erickson climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps off, but over shoots the fallen DeAngelo and crashing into the retaining gate.

A.P. Holy cow! That could have killed a man if he would have landed!

T.A. I think that's what Lance had in mind, Alex! He wants to put DeAngelo on ice for a while! He just came up short!

DeAngelo struggles, but manages to slide into the ring. He gets Salazar's attention and draws his eyes away from Erikson who is outside the ring. DeAngelo grabs Salazar with one hand and motions behind the official's back with his other as if to order his women to do something. One of them pulls off their show and spikes her stiletto heel into the forehead of Erikson and rips it all the to the other side, causing a huge gash that goes from temple to temple on Erikson and Salazar never saw it!

P.A. What the hell? Come on! Someone had to see this!

T.A. We did, what are you talking about? So did the packed house here in the Star Pavilion!

P.A. I was refering to Salazar! That slut just ripped into his head with her high heel shoe!

T.A. And what I wouldn't give to rip into her.....

P.A. TONY! This is a family show!

DeAngelo peeks over Salazar's shoulder and can see the damage has been done. He slides back out of the ring and delivers some hard right hands to the already bleeding forehead of Lance Erikson. He pushes the Horseman back into the ring before giving his lovely seductress cheating friend a long, senseious kiss. DeAngelo slides back in the ring as Erikson gets to his feet, but is blinded by the blood spilling into his eyes. He steps up and DeAngelo gives him a low blow, causing Erikson to double over and DeAngelo follows up with his finisher, the Ambush Paddington!

P.A. That has to be it!

DeAngelo covers Erikson while blowing kisses to the crowd as Salazar jumps into position for the count!


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P.A. DeAngelo has done it! He did it cheaply, but he has done it!

T.A. You may not agree with his action, but you can't argue with the results. This is exactly the reason I predict DeAngelo will be the first ever POW Television Champion!

P.A. You don't even know who his opponent is yet.

T.A. Doesn't matter. I'm going out on a limb. Wait a minute, I think Lance Erikson has something to say!

Erikson has grabbed a microphone and his standing in the middle of the ring, although he is still blinded by the blood pouring into his eyes.

Lance: DeAngelo! You want to have some three cent hussy do your dirty work! Fine! I know what I'm dealing with. But let's making something perfectly clear, you asshole! I want you and I want you in a NON-DISQUALIFICATION match! Hell, if Tito Capaci will ok that match, I'll have that match right here, right now!

Suddenly, the lights dim down to a near candelit darkness as The Main Theme from the Godfather begins to play over the PA system. The crowd erupts into a mixture of boos and cheers as Tito Capaci steps out from behind the curtain with a microphone in hand. As his music dies down and the lights come back on, Capaci speaks.

Tito: Lance, I would say that I understand how you "see" things the way you do, but looking at that the waterfall of blood flowing into your eyes, I bet you don't see much of a damn thing.

The crowd boos at Capaci being smart with a fan favorite like Lance Erikson.

Tito: However, in the spirit of competition, I understand the delicacies of this relationship. Lance, you throw David DeAngelo into a very large chocolate pie cake with white icing making David look extremely foolish. David, you have one of your whor.....lady friends rake her stiletto heel across Lance Erikson's face making him look extremely, well, beat the hell up. So to me, I see the score as one to one. I see only one alternative and that's a rubber match. Not that kind of a rubber, David.

The crowd laughs at the sexual joke.

Tito: And personally, I can't think of a better way to kill two birds with one match than making Lance Erikson DeAngelo's opponent at All In for the Television Championship belt.

The crowd cheers loudly. Erikson is still trying to wipe blood from his eyes, but he's nodding his head with this news.

Tito: And now Erikson wants to make this a no DQ match. Hey, you know what? I like that. I like that alot. At All In, all the rules are out, boys! So get ready. All In is just two weeks away. Take care.

The Godfather Theme begins to play again as Capaci puts the microphone back his coat pocket and exits the arena floor. Erikson looks almost giddy in the ring while DeAngelo just looks shocked.

A.P. There you have it! What a huge announcement! Lance Erikson will get his shot at revenge at All In and it will be for the POW Television Title as well!

T.A. The Horsemen's first shot at gold!

[Tito Capaci]

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[Tito Capaci]

Alex Pilgrim: Hey, welcome back to The "Road to All In". Last week there were bitter enemies, this week they're friends...

Tony Almanti: Quit trying to be a poet, as if you didn't know it.
Anyway, we got a fun little matchup here.

Alex Pilgrim: That's right, once bitter rivals, Macros and Reck
Maverick team up against George Duke and Jason Dread.

Tony Almanti: You hit that one on the head Alex, now, I can't believe I'm the one saying this, but let's get this match underway.

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, our first competitor tonight,
weighing in at 240 lbs, he is the NUMBER 1 CONTENDER for the Valor Championship. Being accompanied by his manager Riley, he is....MACROS!

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! The chorus of the song begins to play...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. He kips up and draws his Blade of Legend, which Macros admires. 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. He walks to his corner and sits upon the top turnbuckle as he waits for the contest to begin.

Richard Huff: And his tag team partner...THE Atomic NINJA!!! Reck
Maverick!

The audience goes nuts for Reck Maverick and Macros as Reck dances around the ring, hyping the crowd up.

Tony Almanti: Looks like we already know who the favorite for this
match is...

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 drapped 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.

Richard Huff: And the first of their opponents, weighing in at 255
lbs...Jason DREEEEEAAAAD!!!!

"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 hands it off to the ring attendant and joins his partner, Jason Dread in their corner.

Richard Huff: And FINALLY, Jason Dread's partner and YOUR...Valor Champion! Weighing in at 268 lbs, GEORGE DUKE!!!!

The audience boos as Reck Maverick struts out and points at his
opponents. Macros takes this sign and exits the ring and stands in his corner. The bell dings to start the match.

ding-ding

Reck Maverick and Macros vs. George Duke(c) and Jason Dread

Reck Maverick looks back at Macros to see where he's at while George Duke charges at Reck Maverick. Reck Maverick backflips under a clothesline from the champion and twists around to see his opponent coming for him again. Reck Maverick leapfrogs over George Duke and plants a back kick to Duke's knee. George Duke stumbles but doesn't go down. Instead of charging for his opponent again, he circles Reck Maverick watching him intently. Reck backs slightly away from the his huge opposition for some breathing room. Reck, after a second of thinking, dives to the ropes and tags Macros into the match.

Alex Pilgrim: Well, after he was doing pretty well there, Reck Maverick tags in Macros, his larger partner into the match.

Tony Almanti: He could'nt have held Duke off forever though, that was a smart choice. Let's enjoy the preview of this match to be held at All In.

Macros hops into the ring and gives George Duke a stony stare. George Duke advances on his opponent who does the same. George Duke launches a couple of right hands into Macros' face, Macros grabs the fifth right from Duke and stares at him for a split second before falling back and taking Duke down to the mat. Macros hops onto Duke's back to lock in a submission, but George Duke somehow flips himself over and starts brawling from the mat, forcing Macros to retreat. Duke gets back up and goes to swat Macros again, but it caught in the gut with a kick from Macros.
Macros reaches back and tags in Reck Maverick before whipping Duke around and driving him into the mat with a swinging neck breaker. Macros keeps hold of George Duke's neck while Reck Maverick springboards off the middle rope and drives leg drops the champion.

Alex Pilgrim: Nice teamwork there by Reck Maverick and Macros.
Obviously that match they had last week didn't stain their feelings for one another.

Reck Maverick helps Duke to his feet and locks his arms around Duke's midsection. He tries to lift Duke, but Duke's experience causes him to sandbag. Reck Maverick tries to let go, but Duke locks Reck Maverick and starts headbutting his opponent, driving him into the ropes before delivering the suplex that Maverick was going for. George Duke feels his head and then tags in Jason Dread. Dread runs over to Reck Maverick before he can get up and picks him up. Dread tries to lock Maverick on some hold, but Reck uses his little guy agility to duck out and around the hold from Jason Dread. Maverick pushes Jason Dread away from him. Jason
Dread turns around only to see Maverick launch himself through the air, bringing his knee up into Dread's face. Jason Dread falls back and Reck lands on top of him, driving his knees into Dread's sternum before raining punches down onto his opposition. Dread, having had enough, pushes Reck Maverick off of him with ease and into the corner where George Duke spikes Reck Maverick on the head with a clubbing blow.

Alex Pilgrim: OW! George Duke with that DESPICABLE attack!

Tony Almanti: At least Nate McElvoy is in there reprimanding Duke.

George Duke lifts his hands in the air as Nathan McElvoy starts
reprimanding him. Jason Dread drags Reck Maverick to the center of the ring and sits on Maverick's back, pulling his leg up into a single leg boston crab. Nathan McElvoy drops down to check on Reck. The audience boos Dread and Duke as Reck Maverick shouts out in pain. Reck Maverick forces Jason Dread off of him with his leg strength. George Duke hops into the ring and grabs hold of Reck Maverick just as he's getting up. Jason Dread, taking advantage, starts throwing bolos on Reck Maverick's face. Just before Nathan McElvoy starts his count, Macros blows into the ring, clotheslining Jason Dread. George Duke drops Reck Maverick and gets tackled by Macros. Both men flop out to the ring floor and start brawling.

Tony Almanti: Look at that! I guess Macros couldn't wait for All In!
He's taking it to George Duke tonight.

Alex Pilgrim: I feel bad for Nathan McElvoy, he's got to try and keep this match under control.

While George Duke and Macros continue exchanging blows on the floor, Reck Maverick and Jason Dread are both back on their feet, staring each other down. Dread charges at Reck Maverick leaps and nails a spinning kick to the face of Dread. Dread drops to the ground and Reck bounces himself off the rope and drops a snapping elbow right on Dread's nose. Reck goes for the cover and McElvoy slides into position.

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KICKOUT!

Pilgrim: How could anyone pick a winner in this one?

Almanti: Either correctly or incorrectly. Those are two available options.

Pilgrim: Shut up.

Macros has gotten the upper hand on Duke on the outside and looks to Reck is motioning for his partner to get on the apron so he can tag him in. Reck drags Dread over to the corner and tags in Macros. Macros steps into the ring and nails a kick to the abdomen as Reck holds the arm in the air, exposing Dread's torso. Macros delivers a few more good stomps on Dread's body and then starts to pick him up to his feet. Dread tries to fight back, swinging and landing some punches to Macros's body, but they don't have much power behind them. Macros delivers a strong elbow to the shoulder blade of Dread, sending Dread to his knees again.

Pilgrim: And now it seems that Macros and Reck have taken control of this match.

Almanti: And I just don't know that Dread and Duke have enough gas to get back into this match.

Macros stands Dread back up and nails a sit-down powerbomb and holds it in for the pin. McElvoy again comes in for the count!

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BROKEN UP BY DUKE!!!

Duke comes flying in with a monster spear on the sitting Macros that sends Macros flying back. Reck comes in to even the score, but Duke nails him with a low blow. He finishes Reck off by clotheslining him over the top rope. Macros has recovered and steps toward Duke, but Duke nails Macros with a low blow as well! Duke follows that up with an atomic drop and a short-armed clothesline on Macros. McElvoy forces Duke back to his corner as Dread begins to stir, looking for his corner. Macros is still shaking off the groin shot and Reck is barely able to climb back onto the apron.

Pilgrim: And we have seen George Duke completely reverse the momentum of this match!

Almanti: The old bastard won't quit!

Macros and Dread both get to their feet, look at each other and tag in their partners. Duke and Reck climb in to the ring and immediately Duke goes on the offensive with a series of short punches to the face and chest that sends Reck into the corner. Duke takes a step to the side and delivers a nasty knife-edge chop to the chest of Reck that sends "ooh's" from the crowd all over the arena. Reck bends down because of the pain, but Duke pushes him back up and delivers an even more nasty chop to Maverick. Duke chops again and again and again, each time with the crowd gasping at the impact. Duke finally climbs up the turnbuckle and looks into the crowd as he makes a fist. The crowd counts along as Duke sends punches into the face of Maverick.


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Wait! Reck gets some strength and uses his leverage with Duke on the turnbuckle, lifts him and carries Duke to the center of the ring and turns the position into a sit-down powerbomb! The crowd explodes into cheers, but Reck is too exhausted and beaten to go for the tag. Duke is lying motionless on the mat as McElvoy surveys the damage, he notices that neither man is attempting to get to his feet and starts the 10 count!


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Pilgrim: I just don't know how much a man can take. All four men have been beaten beyond what the human body was meant to take.

Almanti: They were also built to give out more that the human body could take and we're seeing the results of by-God brutality in that ring right now!

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Reck Maverick starts to climb his way up by using the ropes, but the going is tough. Duke starts to get to his knees. Macros is back on the apron, encouraging Maverick to tag him in. Dread is just standing there with both hands on the ropes, looking disgusted.

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Duke starts to crawl toward the ring and reaches out, but Dread just looks at him. Reck starts to drag himself toward his corner.


Pilgrim: What the hell is Dread doing? Duke is within range for the tag, but Dread isn't reaching out to him? Is he insane?

Almanti: He might not having anything left!


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Duke jumps and tries to tag Dread, but Dread jumps backward off the ring apron out of reach! Duke sticks his head between the bottom and middle rope and starts cussing at Dread. Dread waves him off and starts walking up the ramp!


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Reck takes a leap of faith and tags in Macros who quickly runs to Duke and covers his face with his palm!

Pilgrim: Vitruvious Claw! Vitruvious Claw!

Macros's power pushes Duke all the way to mat on his back. Duke squirms and tries to get away, but Macros is too strong and has the grip on too tight. Reck looks back at Jason Dread who is walking up the ramp to the backstage area, periodically looking over his shoulder and shaking his head at what is going on in the ring.

Almanti: Dread should be in that ring to be breaking this hold!

Pilgrim: I can only imagine what Duke is going to have to say about this!

Duke tries to scramble his way out of the hold, but it's too much. Duke finally passes out, refusing to tap out. The referee raises his arm once...


It falls! McElvoy raises it a second time....

It falls! The crowd begins to cheer as McElvoy raises it a third time...

It falls!

Pilgrim: And Reck Maverick and Macros get their tag career off to a great start with a big-name win, but amidst some controversy. I don't know how this will shake out with the top brass in POW.

Almanti: Duke has to be one pissed off son of a bitch right now. Well....he would be....if he were conscious.

Pilgrim: I know that this isn't the end of this saga. I would imagine that George Duke will have plenty to say to both Macros and now Jason Dread. Folks, we just saw a main event quality match, but the main event is still yet to come! Up next, It's Danny Danielson versus Shawn Stevens! A POW Heavyweight Championship opportunity is on the line! Keep it right here!

[Tito Capaci]

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[Tito Capaci]

Alex Pilgrim: And here we go! This is how it ends tonight, after a huge night of action we wrap it up with the POW Heavyweight Champion! Shawn Stevens! And this evening he will walk into that ring against a man he knows all to well. Danny Danielson.


Tony Almanti: This match should be huge. These guys hate each other! And Tonight they can get to it and settle things! And as if there wasn't enough motivation for Danny Danielson, he gets to add the chance to beat Steven's ass twice if wins....the second time for the POW Heavyweight Championship!

*The lights go out and the arena is pitch black. The intro to "The Fight" starts to play as the fans cheer in anticipation. As the guitar picks up, yellow lights flash around on the entrance way. Danny Danielson takes a few steps out of the entrance way and stops to look around at the crowd. He tugs on his yellow t-shirt and says a few words out loud. "I'm the FUTURE of this business!" After a brief moment, Danny Danielson begins his walk down the aisle. He high-fives a few fans and continues his walk around ringside. Danielson climbs up onto the ring apron and mounts the turnbuckle, posing for the crowd. He jumps down and into the ring.*

Tony Almanti: And there DAnny Danielson a third generation wrestler. We all know he has the skill to win this match but there is someone else that might have something to say about that!

Alex Pilgrim: Thats right Tony and that person is the POW Heavyweight Champion...

* 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. He makes his way to the ring. The fans still are hesitant to cheer him, but he is slightly earning their respect back.


Alex Pilgrim: Not yet the fan favorite but these fans are starting to lean his way. That title looks amazing and so does Shawn Stevens!

Tony Almanti: Well e is the "Sensational" one but tonight DAnny Danielson will try to take that sensation away!

Benny Lawson calls for the opening bell!

ding-ding

Danny Danielson vs. Shawn Stevens (non-title)

*As the bell rings this contest does not start like a wrestling match but like a brawl. Stevens and DAnielson trading right hands. Danielson gets a take down. and rolls over into a head lock but Stevens is too quick and reverses it spinning around Danielson and wrapping in a chin lock. Danielson slips out of that and both men are backl to their feet eye ball to eye ball.*


Alex Pilgrim: Thats why you tune into POW, for this exciting action. You can feel the heat between these two.

Tony Almanti: Damn right you can. Danielson with an Irish whip into the ropes.. My GOD!!! Danielson just tried to take Stevens head off with that standing side kick!

*Stevens now down Danielson motions to the crowd. Making the motion of a belt. You can hear him scream "I am the Champ" as he then lays the boots to Stevens. Danielson picking Stevens up to his feet and throwing him into the corner. Danielson now picking Stevens up in the slam position*

Tony Almanti: Its The Tree of Woe!!!!! My God that drop kick caved in his chest! Stevens is done!

*And then Danielson connects with another drop kick into the tree of woe but this one to the face. Stevens just falls head first out of the tree of woe and DAnielson seems in control as he just picks up Stevens and tosses him outside the ring as the fans boo*

Alex Pilgrim: And this match has turned ugly, Stevens needs to search inside and turn the corner. Take Danielson's lack of activity and regain strength.

*Daniel bounces off the ropes coming in for the baseball slide. But Stevens ducks it, Grabbing Danielsons feet and dragging him outside of the ring. You hear Danielsons head thud on the outside as he falls. Stevens rolls back into the ring as The Ref has started the count*

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Alex Pilgrim: Danielson hasnt moved!

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Tony Almanti: This could be over!

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*Danielson is slowly moving, but Stevens hear the count does not want to win this match this way. You see him clib the turn buckles. The count is at 8. Danielson back to his feet but stumbles back to the gaurdrail... The counts at nine*


Alex Pilgrim: Holy shit.. Stevens broke the count with a huge splash that sent both men into the audience.

Tony Almanti: He didn't want to win by countout now he might lose by countout if Danielson can recover before Steven's


Alex Pilgrim: Highly unlikely as both men landed hard but DAnielson took the brunt of that punishment due to Stevens landing right ontop of him!

*The ref is acctually counting slow as Stevens gets to his feet, Dragging Danielson back to the ring and rolling him inside. Stevens now stalking DAnielsons, setting him up and Danielson slow to his feet*

Alex Pilgrim: PAINKILLER!!!! That shot almost took the head clean off of Danielsons body!!

Tony Almanti: Its though that wasnt enough. Stevens is setting it up again, begging Danielson to get to his feet. He is slowly.

Alex Pilgrim: PAINKIL... NO Danielson falls down at the last minute going shoulder first into the single standing leg of Stevens both men now on the mat right outside of the corner!

*Danielson with a quick mind about him pushes his feet forword rolling Stevens shoulders onto the mat*

Alex Pilgrim: He has his feet on the ropes!!!! They are clearly on the top turnbuckle!!!

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Alex Pilgrim: REF!! Damnit

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Tony Almanti: Danielson has done it.... He found a way and now he will be facing Stevens for that POW Heavyweight Title!

Pilgrim: There will be lots of fans of the now-defunct UWL that will be EXTREMELY excited to see this match go dow......what the hell is Danielson doing?

Danielson slides in behind Stevens who is arguing with the referee about Danny's legs being used for leverage on the top rope, but Lawson isn't really responding. Danielson slides in and nails Stevens in the back of the head with a chair. He points to a some blood on the chair to the crowd who is booing him with much anger.

Pilgrim: That's the same damn bloody chair he used last week on Stevens!

Almanti: I didn't know Danny Danielson was a conservationist! And you say he only cares about himself...

Pilgrim: Damn it, Tony! Get real! That's our POW Heavyweight Champion and Danny Danielson is trying to make a mockery of him and our company!

Almanti: Get over yourself, Pilgrim. Danny is softening Stevens up and will be our next POW Heavyweight Champion!

Pilgrim: We'll have to wait and see, but we'll know more after next week, the last Road to All In before we actually go All In! See you next week, folks!

The show ends with Danny Danielson holding his bloodstained chair above his head with Stevens knocked out on the ground.

[Tito Capaci]

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