Big Bang!

[randalllovejoy]

smoke fills the jam packed Cabot Arena as the fans begin to go insane, the two man announce team of Fletcher Pierce and Valentine Mora are shown on screen

FP: Welcome one and all to New Englands first DVD Taping, because tonight, we're here to make a Big Bang! Hello everyone as always I am Fletcher Pierce alongside Valentine Mora and we've got a huge night of action planned for you here tonight.

VM: That's right, too much action if you ask me, I'm not sure how well we're gonna get through this one tonight partner.

FP: Just like the superstars do inside the ring we're going to have to persevere and fight our way through each action packed match.

VM: Easier said than done sir, this card is packed full of action from top to bottom, I mean we're talking about Cormac and Zevon for the Eastern Heavyweight Title. Tanahashi, Lambart and Buchalini JR. for the Mid-Atlantic Title. Speaking of the Mid-Atlantic title we're going to decide a number one contender for that very belt here tonight as well when Combat Soldier, David Hilt and Phillip Owen Weiss face off.

FP: Not to mention a New York Alley Streetfight, a Gut Check Gauntlet Match and probably the most anticipated match of all Macros and Josh Eagles.

VM: I've been waiting for that one all week long Fletch, can't wait for those two to lock horns.

FP: Well regardless, rather than talk about, I say we get to the action folks, and we're gonna get it started right.

VM: That's right, our fearless leader Mr. Lovejoy decided it would be a good idea to have Nightkiller and Jay Mason beat each other to death, right off the bat.

FP: That's right fans, we're now going to take you to the Bronx, New York where we've got a couple of cameras and a security official to cover this Alley Street Fight as Nightkiller takes on Jay Mason, lets get to the action!

scene fades out

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the camera cuts to an alleyway in the Bronx New York, the two ends of the alley have been taped off with caution tapes and signs and Nightkiller and Jay Mason stand on opposite sides of the alley and a POW Security official stands between them holding a six foot length of steel chain, the two men approach the security official and they both offer their arms out, the Security member locks them both together with the chain and then stands back giving instructions

SO: I am not to stop this fight on account of blood, or loss of consiousness. This can only end when one of you is ablt to toss the other into this dumpster here and close the lid.

FP: And this should be a violent affair. I don't know what to expect out of these two, or a fight like this.

VM: Well, I've never seen a match like this before, I've seen matches similar, but none quite like this one.

The security guy backs up more and gives the signal to begin and Nightkiller runs right at Jay pounding him in the face with stiff right hands, Jay takes every blow in stride and shoves Nightkiller back before tugging on the chain to pull him back in and drop him with a hard lariat, Jay begins putting the boots to the downed Nightkiller and then he wraps the long chain around his neck and begins strangling him with it

FP: As we said, this is gonna be violent, and it's already off to a dangerous start.

Nightkiller struggles back to his feet and he begins throwing hard elbows into Jay's gut, he loosens the chain around his neck some and pulls it off over his head, Killer then reaches down and grabs a beer bottle half full of liquid, he turns and slams it against Jay's head shattering the glass and causing the contents to fly everywhere mostly spilling all over Jay's head, Jay begins bleeding out of a gash on his forehead but he looks even more apalled as he realizes that the bottle wasn't full of beer

FP: I'm thinking that wasn't MGD that just got splashed all over him.

VM: Ha ha, no, it was pi...

FP: Yeah, I think everyone gets the idea.

Nightkiller uses the distraction to his advantage as he jumps up on Jay and begins hammering the heel of his palm into the open gash, blood begins to flow freely as Nightkiller jumps back down and wraps the chain around his arm again and this time he slams the links right into Jays face, Jay drops down to one knee and Nightkiller begins to repeatedly slam the chain into Jays face which drops him down to a seated position, Nightkiller shoves him over and mounts him continuing the relentless attack with the chain, Jay can't defend himself as he's bleeding all over the place and Nightkillers bloodlust is driving him to attack harder, Jay reaches over and grabs a garbage can full of refuse, he knockes it over spilling garbage everywhere, and grabs a broken broom handle bringing it up and slamming it into Nightkillers nose, Nightkillers eyes begin to tear up as blood begins to pour out of his nostrils

FP: We may have seen a broken nose there. And this one is getting out of hand really fast.

Jay shoves Nightkiller off of him and grabs the garbage can which is still half full of crap and lifts it over his head before bringing it down across Nightkiller skull, Nightkiller staggers back but for the most part brushes the blow off, however Jay palms the side of his head and rams him hard into the brick wall beside him, Nightkiller now has a deep gash ripped open on the side of his head which begins to pool with blood as well as Jay grabs him by the opposite side of the head and slams him into the other side of the alley, Nightkiller drops down to his knees as Jay throttles him in a choke hold with both hands, Nightkiller is fighting for air as Jay continues to choke him and whip him around from side to side, Nightkiller with his last ditch effort hits a low blow forearm on Jay breaking the choke, he then crawls between Jays legs and grabs a hold of the chain once again, crotching him with the chain, he then yanks back on the chain causing the links to grind into Jays crotch, Jay drops to his knees and then rolls forward to get himself out of the precarious position, Nightkiller grabs the broomstick from earlier and charges at Mason as he gets to his feet, but Jay snatches a chokehold again on Nightkillerto stop his advance before lifting him up and chokeslamming him hard into the concrete, Jay lifts the limp form of Nightkiller up but Nightkiller springs to life again and slams the broomstick into Jays gut, Jay grabs the broomstick and wrenches it out of Nightkillers hand before snapping it half across his knee, he then grabs Nightkiller and lifts him tossing him back first against the broadside of the dumpster, he then lifts Nightkiller up and presses him over his head before dropping him sideways across the lip of the dumpster itself

FP: That had to have crushed all of Nightkillers ribs.

VM: I don't know about all of them partner, but Nightkiller is in a bad way here.

Nightkiller lays across the lip of the dumpster with his legs hanging out, Jay pushes his legs over the threshold and into the dumpster and then moves over to the the side and shuts one of the lids, he moves across to the other side and attempts to close it but Nightkiller springs up through the hole and hits Jay in the side of the head with a broken chunk of a cynder block, Jay stumbles forward leaning against the lip of the dumpster and Nightkiller opens the lid that was closed and hops back out, he moves over to the side and climbs up onto the lip of the dumpster, he grabs the lid and jumps off the dumpster slamming it hard down across Jay Mason's back, he lifts the lid back up and then begins to push with all of his might to push the other of half of Jay into the dumpster, Jay finally tips over the threshold and falls into the dumpster, Nightkiller closes one of the lids and then hops up on top of it, he then reaches across and slams the other one shut

FP: And Nightkiller has closed Jay Mason inside the dumpster, and this violent affair comes to a shocking conclusion!

VM: Everyone was talking about Jay's weight, but his own mistake caused him to hang halfway in the dumpster to begin with, Nightkiller just had to use all he head left to get the rest of him in there.

the Security official takes the chain off of Nightkiller and he stands atop the dumpster with his hands raised in victory as the scene fades out

[randalllovejoy]

You can only move as fast as,
Who's in front of you,
And if you assume,
Just like them,
What good will it do,
So find out for yourself
So your ignorance,
Will stop bleeding through.

You can't breathe today

So many lies swirling,
All around you,
You're suffocating,
The empty shape in you,
Steals your breath,
You're suffocating.


As the song hits, David Hilt comes out from backstage, revealing his new choice of a theme. He walks down toward the ring slowly, and seriously. Unlike usual, he doesn't stop to slap random fan's hands, try to pump up the crowd, or anything usually done by the fan favorite to please the crowd. Unsure what to think, the crowd is pretty hushed, and totally quiet once Dave is in the ring with a mic.

Dave: ...This match, is the most important yet of my career. Of course, it won't be for long, because soon afterward, the most important match of my career will be when I'm in the ring with whoever will be crowned Mid-Atlantic Champion tonight, fighting for the gold.

The crowd erupts with applause. Dave being the only face in the match, he's of course going to get the most cheers. But Dave immediately signals for them to quiet down.

Dave: Heh. Apparently that annoys people like The Combat Soldier. Because my dedication is split between the ring, and the fans, he believes I have none at all. He says what I do isn't funny, isn't cute. but what exactly would make him think I'm trying to be? I'm being me, is what it is.

If you don't like it, you don't like me, and frankly, I couldn't care less. we'll see how much more you dislike me when your ass is pinned tonight. Then run of to try to fight Mick or Zevon, or hell, run off to Midwest like you want to. Let the last impression of you in this great territory be of a loss to somebody with "no talent." That no talent somehow going on to be a champion.

Of course, you'll think of me as worthless, as your ego wouldn't allow anything else. But if you want to see an ego, then I'll show you one. You and Owen get out here right now, I'm tired of waiting, I'm ready to kick some ass!

Dave throws the mic away into a deafening crowd, as he gets ready to pounce on any of the two who dares to get into the ring first.

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Shane Sommers: Our first competitor tonight, already in the ring, Straight out of San Diego, California. DAVID HILT!!!

The fans cheer for Hilt as he slaps his chest and poses for the crowd. In the meantime, the lights fade to nothingness. Two golden spotlights flash round the arena as Queen’s “I Want It All” plays over the speaker system. At the :10 mark, the lights come together at a single point in the center of the ramp to illuminate Mister POW. Mister POW struts down the ramp, acknowledging the fans with several throws of Monopoly money, seeing if he can get the fans' hopes up that they will get some green, until the :52 mark, when he gets to the steel steps and begins to ascend them. He enters the ring with a grin on his face and walks around in preparation until the 1:13 mark, where the music slowly fades.

Shane Sommers: And our next fighting guy of the match! Straight out of Nashville, Tennessee, MR. POW! Phillip Owen Weiss!

Mr. POW tries to get the crowd riled up like Hilt, but doesn't quite have the success. Hilt pounds his chest again while the crowd goes bonkers and Mr. POW gives Hilt a look of disdain.

Fletcher Pierce: Whoa now, already we're having a cheer-off! David Hilt is winning!

val Mora: Definently, but we still have one guy who needs to get his say in all of this. I'd guess he's coming out...NOW!

Lights begin flashing sporadically as "The Final Countdown" plays over the sound system. The Combat Soldier runs through the curtain and directly to the ring in a full sprint. He gets into the ring and begins punching himself in the head to get himself and the fans fired up. The fans go wild for Combat Soldier and David Hilt who are both taunting every single person in the arena. Scott Prado calls for the bell to begin the match as Shane Sommers makes the introction.

Shane Sommers: And our final player in tonight's game, from Parts Unknown, COMBAT SOLDIER!!!

The bell kicks off the match and Combat Soldier and David Hilt both attack Mr. POW. Combat Soldier goes crazy on Weiss while Hilt gets in behind him, dropping him quickly with a German Suplex. Both men get back to their feet while David Hilt looks over at Combat Soldier, nodding. Soldier nods back as Hilt throws Weiss over to him. Soldier flexes at Phillip Owen before throwing him back at David Hilt who locks him up in a bearhug. Combat Soldier flexes for the crowd while David Hilt proceeds to squeeze the life out of Weiss. Combat Soldier walks around the ring, flexing while Weiss starts to fade. Scott Prado lifts Mr. POW's arm up and lets it fall. As soon as Weiss's arm falls for the second time, Combat Soldier clobbers David Hilt from behind with a forearm shot and Hilt drops Mr. POW. Combat Solder turns Hilt around, driving a couple of headbutts into him before grasping his head and blasting him to the mat with a DDT. Combat Soldier quickly crawls over to Phillip Owen Weiss for the cover.

1...

2...KICKOUT! HILT BROKE IT UP!

Fletcher Pierce: Hilt thought they were on the same page, but this isn't a tag team match! Combat Soldier is going all out for the win!

David Hilt breaks up the count by the referee and stands up, getting to his feet just before Combat Soldier. Hilt takes this split second advantage to deliver a brutal haymaker to Combat Soldier. Combat Soldier reels, guarding his face, so Hilt then guts Soldier with a nice boot. Hilt grabs hold of Combat Soldier's arm, wrenching it around, then he drives another shin, this time into the torqued arm of his opposition. Hilt twists the arm around again, and then lands a couple of elbow shots, again to the shoulder/arm area. Quickly, Hilt twists around, snatching up the head of Soldier and pulling him over in a snapmare, forcing him to land on top of Phillip Owen Weiss, who had rolled over, trying to get up.

Val Mora: Talk about two birds with one stone!

Fletcher Pierce: Apparently he thinks this is between himself and Combat Soldier, he doesn't want Phillip Owen Weiss to become an issue.

Combat Soldier, favoring his right arm, leaps to his feet, having had the blow cushioned by him landing on Mr. POW's back. Hilt reaches for Soldier's injured arm, but gets pushed back into the ropes. With his fresh arm, Soldier knocks Hilt down with a strong clothesline. Soldier grabs onto Hilt's legs to lock him into his Boston Crab, but Hilt pushes Combat Soldier off of him and into the ropes while Hilt kips up to his feet. Soldier rebounds off the ropes and David Hilt falls back down, tripping Combat Soldier up and bringing him down to the mat. David Hilt goes to pick up Combat Soldier, bringing him back to his feet, but Phillip Owen Weiss, finally back up, flies in from nowhere and knocks David Hilt down. Mr. POW pulls Combat Soldier to his feet while Scott Prado checks on David Hilt. Mr. POW whips Combat Soldier into the corner and charges toward Combat Soldier. Soldier steps out of the way, pushing Weiss into the corner hard and then grabs onto David Hilt's arm, whipping him hard into the same corner, crashing him into Mr. POW. Combat Soldier flexes for the crowd who is going wild and steams into the corner with a clothesline. David Hilt dives out of the way, forcing Mr. POW to take the entire brunt of the blow, cracking his back on the turnbuckles.

Val Mora: OWie! Hilt got lucky there, Mr. POW...not so much.

Fletcher Pierce: Definently, Combat Soldier there delivering one hell of a shot!

Phillip Owen Weiss falls limply out of the corner to the mat while David Hilt pushes Combat Soldier over the top rope, landing him on his still hurt arm. David Hilt slingshots himself over the top rope, and drives a towering elbow into the shoulder and chest area of Combat Soldier, making him squeal in pain while Hilt gets back up to his knees, really favoring his side and elbow. Mr. POW gets back to his feet slowly while David Hilt uses the ring apron to get back to his feet. Hilt starts to climb up to the apron and Mr. POW grabs hold of his head, hitting a couple of right hands and flipping him over the ropes, down onto the mat. Mr. POW tries to drop a standing elbow, but Hilt rolls out of the way and somehow manages to get quickly back to his feet. Hilt lands a knee into the already tenderized back of Mr. POW. He gets back up and delivers a leaping version of the same to his downed opponent. Hilt, in a show of generosity, helps Mr. POW back to his feet and then hoists him up into a scoop slam position. David Hilt, with a groan of strength, lifts Weiss up higher and drives him down onto his knee, releasing and letting him drop down to the mat face first. David Hilt, standing facing Mr. POW's legs, picks them up and locks them into a cloverleaf hold, leaning forward to increase the pressure on his opponent's back.

Fletcher Pierce: It's the answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything! 42! It's over!

Val Mora: Not if Combat Soldier has anything to say about it!

Combat Soldier, finally managing to get unsteadily to the ring apron, still favoring his shoulder, sees David Hilt putting the pressure on a screaming Phillip Owen Weiss. He manages to throw himself under the bottom rope, and using the ropes, gets to his feet. But before he can break up the hold, Mr. POW taps out! David Hilt is the winner! Scott Prado calls for the bell.

Shane Sommers: Your winner! BY SUBMISSION, DAVID HILT!

The crowd goes nuts as David Hilt releases and raises his arms in victory to the cheering crowd.

FP: And David Hilt will get a shot at the Mid-Atlantic Championship on May 20th!

VM: Like him or not, he earned that title shot in there, let's hope he doesn't screw it all up.

Hilt bails out of the ring and heads back up the rampway as Combat Soldier sits on the mat looking at the downed Phillip Owen Weiss in disgust, Soldier gets to his feet and slams on the mat with both of his fists, he walks over to POW and drags him up to his feet by his hair, Soldier then bends down and presses him over his head with the Soldier Press, he pumps Mr. POW up and down a few times before letting him drop behind him face first into the mat

FP: I think Combat was still looking forward to getting his licks in.

the crowd actually cheers Combat Soldier for attacking Weiss as he hops out of the ring and heads back up the rampway and the scene fades to black

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Fletcher Pierce: I know we still have the main event to look forward to, but this match is what I think sold out the show tonight!

Val Mora: Damn right it has, this one has been keeping the bookies awake at night! They can't give odds, both men are too good.

"Sweet Sacrifice" Evanescense begins to play and the lights dim as a strobe light pours over the entrance area. The curtains part and the fans begin to boo as Josh Eagles makes his way onto the entrance landing with a smug and confident look on his face. Josh merley walks to the ring paying no mind to any of the fans, he then slides under the ropes and walks around staring into the crowd and laughing to himself as he awaits the start of the match. Josh barely glances around at the fans, who are now cheering for the next entrance.

Shane Sommers: From Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 185 pounds, the man who is crazy enough to work both POW Territories at the same time, JOSH EAGLES!

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 looks at his opponent placing that legendary black glove on his preferred right hand...

Shane Sommers: And his opponent, from...Wherever the hell he's from, somewhere in Ancient Sparta, being accompanied by his manager Riley, HE IS...MACROS!

The fans go wild as George Chip calls for the bell to begin the match.

Fletcher Pierce: This is shaping up to be one hell of a match here! We have the submission GOD Macros up against a technical wizard, Josh Eagles!

Val Mora: I wonder how Macros is going to do after the sabbatical he's taken.

Fletcher Pierce: He doesn't look worried at all, both of these men are shining examples of confidence here tonight.

Riley exits the ring as both men lock up, jockeying for position. Macros, using his superior strength, pushes Josh Eagles down to the mat. Eagles hops back up to his feet and locks right back up with Macros, pushing with all his might. Just as Macros is about to push Eagles back down to the mat, Josh uses Macros' off-balance to grab hold of an arm, whipping around behind him into a hammerlock. Macros backs Eagles into the ropes, pushing himself off of him and running into the opposite set. Macros bounces off and Eagles, running toward him, leaps into the air, around Macros, and locking in a sleeper hold. Before he can fully lock it in place, Macros squiggles out of it and grabs hold of Eagles' head, pulling him over with a quick snapmare. Macros quickly drops down and puts Eagles in a sleeper hold of his own. Macros stands up, using his strength to bring Eagles up with him. Eagles struggles, but can't seem to break the hold. Eagles, slightly fading drives a couple of back elbows into Macros's side. Macros loosens his grip after a couple of elbows and Eagles grabs onto his arms and hits Macros with a reverse headbutt. Macros releases the hold and reels back, clutching onto his face. Josh Eagles grabs onto Macros' arm and twists it around, putting pressure on his shoulder.

Fletcher Pierce: The smaller Josh Eagles is taking it to Macros! These two guys are on an even playing field so far!

Macros grabs onto his shoulder in pain, and after a second, he rolls forward with good agility for a man his size, holding onto Eagles' forearm. Macros lets his legs get hold of Josh's chest on either side of his arm, smashing him down to the mat and locking in a cross arm breaker. Eagles struggles, trying to bend his elbow, but has little success in this endeavour. Finally, Josh Eagles reaches out, barely fingering the ropes. He finally manages to get hold of them and George Chip forces Macros to release the hold. Josh Eagles gets back to his feet, holding onto his elbow in pain while Macros slowly gets back to his feet, staring Eagles down. Macros slowly circles Eagles, hands out in a greco-roman style, waiting for Eagles to attempt something. Finally, Eagles shakes some of the kinks out of his elbow and steps back from Macros, never taking his eyes off of his opponent while the crowd boos him. Macros quickly reaches out to grab hold of Eagles' leg for a takedown, but Josh jumps back and grabs hold of Macros' arm again, wrenching it around twice this time then delivering a couple of kicks to the twisted shoulder. Josh Eagles then steps around and, still holding onto the arm, drops Macros to the mat with an elbow to the shoulder, paining Macros even more. Eagles, still holding onto the arm, gets back to his feet and pulls the twisted shoulder back, adding even more pressure. Before George Chip can get down to check on Macros, Macros rolls himself over on the mat, releasing the pressure and pulling Eagles down toward him. He hooks onto Eagles' head and rolls him over, trying for a quick pin.

1...

2...

KICKOUT!

Fletcher Pierce: Macros almost upset Eagles there with a quick rollup, but Eagles apparently saw it coming and kicked out of it almost immediately after the two count!

Val Mora: Well, He's going to have to wear down a man of Eagles' calibre a LOT more before he can actually pull one of those out of his ass.

Josh Eagles gets back to his feet, smiling cockily at Macros who raises to his feet, holding onto his left shoulder which is obviously hurting. Eagles tries to greedily get hold of Macros' left arm again, but is met with a hard chop from the good hand. Macros follows it up with another chop, sending Eagles back into the turnbuckle. Macros wraps Eagles arm around the rope and pulls it for a moment, keeping some form of pressure on the elbow. Macros releases the hold quickly and puts Eagles into a hammerlock from the front and picks the smaller guy up with his other arm, dropping the hammerlocked elbow onto his knee. He tries to get Eagles back up for another go, but his injured shoulder gives out on him and he drops Eagles who lands on his feet. Eagles tries to hit Macros with a forearm shot, but Macros blocks it, wincing and pulls the arm over and Eagles down to the mat, putting him into a shining example of a Fujiwara Armbar. Macros, using his good arm, pulls on Josh's arm, trying to separate his elbow from its socket while Eagles screams out in pain and reaches for the ropes, but Macros, wincing, keeps his arm pinned down with his injured arm. Macros finally releases the hold as his shoulder is still in obvious pain and gets back to his feet while Eagles uses his uninjured arm to pull himself up with the ropes. Both men turn to face each other.

Fletcher Pierce: Looks like BOTH men took your advice and are just decimating each other's arms.

Val Mora: Well, I'm not the best in the biz for nothing Fletch.

Fletcher Pierce: It's FLETCHER, do I look like Chevy Chase?

Josh Eagles delivers a high, agile kick to Macros' injured shoulder. He reels back in pain, gripping onto his shoulder and then aims a well placed shin kick to the elbow of Eagles who lets out a cry of pain. Eagles hits Macros with another kick to the shoulder. Macros responds with another kick to Eagles' elbow, but in a move that obviously causes him pain, Eagles catches onto Macros's leg, reaches out with his good, free arm and grabs hold of Macros' head. Eagles rolls to his side, pulling Macros down with him for the pin.

1...ROLL OUT!!

Macros rolls out of the pin, taking Eagles with him and hitting a pin of his own.

1...

2...NO!!!

Eagles rolls Macros back over with a bit more effort than his opponent and lays his shoulders down with a pin of his own.

1...

2...REVERSED!!!!

Macros rolls Eagles over, attempting the same pin of his own, but Josh's feet are now intwined in the ropes and George Chip refuses to count.

Val Mora: How many pins was that Fletch?

Fletcher Pierce: FLETCHER! And it looked like three that got counted, but four altogether.

Macros grabs onto Josh Eagles' arm and pulls it up. He then drives it back down to the mat with a boot, crushing the already injured elbow. He pulls Eagles out to the center of the mat by his hurting arm and steps over the elbow, wrapping it around his leg. He then falls back, putting even more pressure on his opponent's pained left arm. Eagles, while screaming in pain, manages to reach out and grab hold of a pressure point on Macros' injured shoulder. After Macros doesn't release, Eagles hits Macros' shoulder as hard as he can, finally forcing him to release the hold. Macros pulls Josh Eagles back up to his feet with him, but Eagles pushes Macros into the corner and leaps up, nailing Macros' shoulder with a quick dropkick. Eagles crashes down to the mat, landing on his decimated arm, and writhes around in pain for a second before using the ropes to aid in his ascent back to his feet.

Fletcher Pierce: I just realized why Macros is working on Eagles' elbow!

Val Mora: Why's that Fletch?

Fletcher Pierce: IT'S FLETCHER DAMMIT! Anyway, Eagles needs to be able to set up for his high risk moves right? Well, on the off chance that he's able to actually pick Macros up, he can't do it now! He can't hold him up now!

Val Mora: Hate to burst your bubble Fletch, but Eagles has already found a way to stop Macros regardless.

Fletcher Pierce: *grumbling can be heard in the microphone*

Josh Eagles drives a couple of boots into Macros' shoulder and then steps over his opponent, who is face down and pulls his arm up, putting pressure on the shoulder once again. Macros looks like he's about to tap out, but Riley gets in his face, yelling motivation at him not to give in. Finally, Macros frees himself from Eagles' grasp and grabs onto his legs. Eagles manages to step himself free of Macros' grip, but Macros reaches through Eagles' legs and pulls him down with a last ditch school boy. Macros leans forward and puts his foot on the injured elbow while Chip goes down to count.

1...

2...

3!!!!!

Shane Sommers: And your winner, with a roll up, MACROS!!!

Macros promptly exits the ring as Eagles gets back to his feet. Both men stare at each other, holding their respective injured bodyparts in pain while Macros backs up the ramp while Riley throws out a whole bunch of trash talk to Eagles who is left standing in the ring

FP: Macros pulled that schoolboy out of nowhere. And it seems he's certainly gotten away with this victory.

VM: Doesn't matter how he did it Pierce, the only thing that matters is that you get your hand raised when the match is over, and Macros did that tonight.

FP: Well regardless I think this one could have gone either way, and we may not have seen the last between these two in New England Val.

scene fades out

[randalllovejoy]

the camera cuts back to the area around the rear exit of the Cabot Arena, he lights a cigarette and begins to puff away as a man approaches from under a dim light overhead, as he walks into better lighting it's shown to be Night from POW Midwest, he has the AAA medallion around his neck and he breathes on a little before whiping it off with his shirt, he then looks at Mick

Night: Big night for you tonight huh?

Mick: Seems to be that way, and you are.

Night: Obviously you don't keep up on current events do you. The names Night, not only am I a member of the greatest group in wrestling today Murderous Entertainment, but I'm also the holder of the AAA medallion.

Mick: You mean that gaudy hunk of crap hanging around your neck?

Night: One and the same.

Mick puffs his cigarette again and looks up at Night again

Mick: So now it's time for me to ask a question, what do you want exactly?

Night: Oh, nothing really, I just wanted to let you know, that a title match is a big deal, something I'm sure you're aware of, but believe me, I'm aware of it too. Go out there and give it your all tonight Mick, leave it all in the ring. And if you do win the title tonight, just know that this...

Night gestures at the medallion again

Night: ...means that I get a title shot for any title I want, any time I want. So as I said, if you do win the title here tonight, just know that I may be cashing it in to come gunning after you and the Eastern Heavyweight title.

Mick: Fair enough, as long as you know, that you'll won't be able to pry the title away from me that easily, when you step into the ring with Mick Cormac, you step in for a hell of a fight.

Night: *nodding* Fair enough, good luck Mick, I'll be watching out there.

Night walks off back into the bowels of the arena, Mick drops his cigarette on the ground and stamps it out before heading back in himself as the scene fades to black

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The camera goes to the locker room where there seems to be a confrontation between Judith Orestes and Takeshi Tanahashi. They continue to shout at each other even though security is pulling them apart. The two seem to calm down but they continue to shout remarks at each other. It goes silent for a brief moment and then Judith leaps at Takeshi, grabbing his mask and trying to tear it from his head. Takeshi grabs her hands and rips them off as he backs up and adjusts his mask. Security pushes Judith towards the door.

Takeshi: You are done in this company Judith. You can't even win a single match! You are the most pathetic wrestler to ever step in a ring.

Judith: Oh screw you Takeshi!

Security: Ms. Orestes, you are going to have to leave.

Judith: Just let me punch him in the face, just once.

Security: You must leave immediately!

Judith: Fine! I will leave just let me get my camera.

Before Judith can get to her bag that is on Takeshi's side, he takes out her camera and holds it up.

Judith: What the hell do you think your doing?

Takeshi chucks the camera at the ground as it disperses into three pieces.

Judith: You son of a bi.......

Judith tries to go for Takeshi and she is thrown out of the locker room by the security. Takeshi looks into the camera.

Takeshi: As for Orge and Eddie, they better be ready because our match is up next. The match everyone has been anticipating hasn't even started yet and I am already wanting to bust some skulls. The Mid Atlantic Champion will be decided here tonight and a name will go down in history. But, I guarantee that the name won't be Eddie Buchalini Jr. or Orge Lambert. It will be Takeshi Tanahashi, the best damn wrestler on the planet!

Takeshi starts to adjust his mask once again and the scene slowly fades.

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FP: Well I don't know what happened between those two, but obviously the relationship between Takeshi and Judith is on the rocks here.

VM: Just solidifying my point that a woman does nothing more for you than get in the damn way. Takeshi should be happy about this, let's face it she was a pest.

FP: I think there was a bit more to it than that, but regardless here comes Takeshi now, without his partner tagging along.

"Tarzan Boy" kicks up on the p.a. and Takeshi strolls out through the curtain shaking his head as he walks with his hands on his hips down to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope

VM: He needs to get his head in the game this is the Mid-Atlantic title on the line.

SS: The following is a triple threat match, and it is for the POW: New England Mid-Atlantic Championship scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds, Takeshi TANAHASHI!!!

"Soul on Fire" plays next as Eddie Buchalini Jr. comes through the curtain with no Jay Mason at his side

FP: Yet another man who has broken ties with his former partner.

VM: That situation seems a little more volatile to me, Jay Mason is out for Eddie, and I don't think it'll be too long before those two are gonna lock it up, and it isn't going to be pretty.

Eddie storms down the rampway and slides into the ring

SS: And second from Miami, Florida weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, Eddie Buchalini JR.!!!

Eddie stands peering at Takeshi as "Closer" kicks up on the p.a. Orge storms out through the curtain with S'ven in tow, Orge rolls into the ring and S'ven takes his place at ringside

SS: And finally, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds, Orge LAMBART!!!

three men square off as Jay Grooms takes the the Mid-Atlantic Title belt from a ring hand and stands center ring where he holds it up high, all three men look up at it as Jay Grooms calls for the bell, Takeshi immediately goes for Eddie as Orge just sits back in his corner and waits Takeshi begins pummeling Eddie with stiff kicks and Eddie fights back with body blows and knife edge chops, Orge finally decides to get involved as he charges forward and knocks both men down with a double clothesline, Takeshi bets back to his feet and as Orge is stomping on the downed Eddie Takeshi hits a quick brain kick to the back of Orge's head dropping him down to the mat and causing him to roll out to the floor to regroup with S'ven, meanwhile Takeshi performs a standing moonsault and covers Eddie

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TWO...


Eddie kicks out and shoves Takeshi off of him and then gets back to his feet, Takeshi gets back up and Eddie meets him with a couple of right hands before lifting him up with an inverted atomic drop, he then hits the ropes behind him and nails a flying forearm, Orge rolls back into the ring and grabs Eddie from behind hitting a hard spinning back suplex, with Eddie dispatched temporarily Orge grabs Takeshi as he gets to his feet and hooks him up in a piledriver before spiking him into the mat

VM: Wow, he's gotta be a few inches shorter after that one.

Orge goes for the cover but Eddie is on him quickly and drags him off of his other oppoenent, Eddie begins pounding on Orge as Takeshi gets up and hits a double foot stomp to the chest, Eddie allows Takeshi to get a few more stomps in before he clobbers him away from Orge, Eddie leaps up and drives a leg drop down across his face before locking in a rear chinlock, Takeshi gets back to his feet and grabs Eddie in a rear chinlock as well

FP: we've got a double chin lock in there, Orge is starting to get up to his feet, and I can't beleive he's lifting them both up with him.

VM: The joys having not only a size advantage, but a weight advantage as well.

Orge gets to his feet pulling both Eddie and Takeshi up as well before dropping down onto his ass yet again

FP: A double jaw breaker!, what an innovative move!

the crowd is cheering Orge a little as he gets to his feet and basks in it for a moment before flipping them off causing them to turn on him yet again, Orge lifts Eddie up and flattens him with a spinebuster, he then waits for Takeshi to get up next, as he does Orge hits the ropes and drops him with a huge flying shoulder tackle, Eddie gets back up and Orge attempts the Org Ta Driver but Eddie takes him down with a DDT isntead, this leaves Takeshi wide open to run up and hit a spinning wheel kick to the back of Eddie's head, Eddie goes down and Takeshi waits for him to get back to his feet meeting him with a hard knife edge chop to the chest backing him up against the ropes, Takeshi whips him off and leapfrogs him on the return, Eddie hits the opposite side and nailing him with a hard leaping calf kick on the return, Eddie is in dire straights now as he gets to his feet and Takeshi hooks him in a fisherman before lifting him up and driving him down witha fisherman buster

FP: Takeshi has gone on the absolute offensive here, and it looks like he has things well in hand.

VM: Don't be so sure buddy, Orge is finally getting back to his feet.

Takeshi seems to have Eddie where he wants him as he lines him up for the Busaiku knee kick, but before he can take off Orge grabs him from behind and nails him with the Org Ta Driver, the crowd begins to boo as he prepares to make the cover, but Eddie catches him out of nowhere with the E-Kick, Eddie then drops down and covers Takeshi

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THREE!!!

Eddie rolls out of the ring and the ring hand hands him his title belt, Eddie walks up the rampway with title belt in hand raised over his head, he walks backwards up the ramp as "Soul on Fire" blares over the p.a. again

SS: Here is your winner and the NEW Mid-Atlantic Champion, Eddie Buchalini JR.!!!

FP: The guy that didn't even want the title has won it here.

VM: It really makes me wonder where the direction of the title is gonna go if a guy that doesn't even want it owns it.

FP: I guess we'll see more about that as time moves on, but right now, we've got a new Mid-Atlantic champion, and that's what's important here.

Eddie heads through the curtain with his title belt in hand as the scene fades

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the camera cuts back to the wrestler lockerrooms, Toro Verde sits on a bench as Doctor Vertigo gently wraps tape around his wrists and hands.

Vertigo: The key is to pace yourself. No matter what position you enter the match, make sure to reserve your energy. The reason for this is obvious if you are one of the first, but it is also of the utmost importance for the late entries. Too often, the guy that comes in last comes in expecting to just breeze through. What you need to realize if you come in last is that your opponent will have gone through Hell. Facing him is going to be like facing a mental patient, or a caged tiger; he will be desperate, therefore he will be very dangerous, not to be taken lightly.
Reserve your energy, save the fancy stuff for when it really counts.

the camera now cuts back to Mr. John Anthony who stands backstage in front of the POW: NE banner, Anthony is in full wrestling gear and sips at a bottle of water before pouring the rest of it out over his hair, he drops the bottle to the floor and then addresses the camera

“So here we are. After weeks in the making we’ve arrived at POW: New England’s debut Super DVD event. Now we’re moments away from the beginning of a ten man slobber knocker for the Gut Check trophy. Well Ladies and Gentlemen, I suggest you fasten your seatbelts and return your seats to the upright position because this isn’t just an exhibition match. This isn’t some practice brawl. This is going to be an event to be remembered. Let me take just a moment to address some of the people I’ll be facing tonight.

Buddy Love, you eccentric man you, I look forward to potentially standing toe-to-toe across the ring from your crazy self. But when the bell rings, it’s all about becoming victorious for me. For putting on one hell of a show for the crowd and for proving myself tonight. So get ready, because I’m gonna hit harder than a double shot of 180 proof Everclear and leave you doubled over like a partying fool who doesn't know their own limits.

Jack Greaves. I’ve faced you once and maybe I’ll do it again tonight, but the results will be the same. You best bring your “A” game, because I’m bringing everything I’ve got.

And Brad Armstrong, you’re a man who’s definitely got a future here in POW. I see a lot of myself in you and vice versa. If either of us holds that trophy up at the end of tonight then it will be in worthy hands. However, I want to use this moment to send a message to you and your buddy Jay T. Nitro. He may be a world renowned superstar that can talk the talk and walk the walk, but he isn’t in this match; you are. Are you ready to step into that squared circle with the nine of us? I thought I was a week ago and damn was I wrong. I had to journey to the top of the mountain and then be struck down and cast into the lowest valleys before I could call myself prepared. You may see this as a match, a chance to show that Nitro has made you a force to be reckoned with, but I see it as more than that. I’m proving myself to the world tonight and if that means tearing through you like a slab of drywall then I’ll do it.

So audience members! Refill your glass of whatever fine beverages you’re drinking. Get comfortable in your seats here at the Cabot Arena in Boston, Massachusetts! Because you’re now moments away from an epic confrontation that will leave you begging for more.”

[randalllovejoy]

"Death Knell for Paper Children" by Soiled Doves kicks up on the p.a. as Toro Verde comes through the curtain, he forgets his vest and everything else as he charges down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope

SS: The following is the Gut Check Gauntlet, introducing the first entrant, "Toro Verde" Enrique Alvarez!

Enrique stands mid ring and awaits his opponent

FP: And it's time now for the Gut Check Gauntlet. This is one I'm looking forward to checking out. Mr. Lovejoy has promised that the winner of this particular event will have a much clearer path toward moving up the ladder here in New England.

VM: Whatever you say Fletch, I think it's a match full of punks and nobodies that are here to waste our damn time.

FP: Well, as usual your cynical views aren't met by not only me, but everyone here in the crowd.

"The Calling" by All That Remains plays next as Judith Orestes charges down the rampway

FP: She looks nice and fired up for this matchup, especially after that little confrontation between her and Takeshi earlier in the night.

Judith charges down the rampway and hops up onto the apron before stepping into the ring

SS: From Nara, Japan, Judith Orestes!

Judith charges at Toro and begins throwing wild martial arts kicks at him, Toro dodges the blows but gets caught by a leg sweep taking him down to the mat, Judith jumps back up and goes for a standing shooting star but Toro rolls out of the way and then locks her in a stack pin

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TWO...


THREE!!!

FP: Just like that Judith has been eliminated.

VM: And Toro really seems to be taking the guidance of his manager Dr. Vertigo to heart. He took his time and waited for his spot in there.

FP: And Dr. Veritgo has finally made his way down to ringside, Toro came out a little too fast for him to follow I think.

Dr. Veritgo takes his spot at ringside and Toro looks over to him, Vertigo gives him a quick nod as Judith exits the ring and "Dirty Harry" by the Gorillaz begins to play over the p.a., Jack Greaves explodes through the curtains to tremendous cheers from the fans as he begins bouncing down the ramp with Guy Haight not too far behind

SS: Entrant number three, Jack GREAVES!

Jack climbs into the ring and he and Toro meet in a lockup, Toro takes him down with a drop toe hold and then floats over into a front facelock, Jack spins out of it and applies a hammerlock, Jack turns his arm around and applies an armbar, Toro gets up to his feet and rolls through the arm bar before kipping back up to his feet and spinning out of the arm wrench into his own, Jack drops down and kips up himself before carwheeling over Toros arm and breaking the hold, he then steps back and claps to himself, the crowd claps along with him and Toro charges ahead but Jack leaps up and snaps off a quick rana spiking Toro into the mat, Jack covers

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Toro escapes the pin and Jack jumps up and snaps off a second rana once again he jumps up and begins applauding himself, Toro gets up holding his head and allows Jack to come to him this time, he jumps up to go for another rana but Toro changes direction and drops back snapping Jack's throat across the top rope, Jack stumbles back coughing as Toro gets to his feet and jumps up to the middle turnbuckle, he then leaps off spinning in mid-air and crashing into Jack with a senton, the two men crash down to the mat and Toro jumps up to his feet climbing out onto the apron, he slingshots back and and drives his own body weight down across Jack's back, Toro goes to lock in the Sierra Occidental but Jack rolls through it before both of his arms can get hooked, he gets to his feet and runs forward attempting a step-up enziguri, but Toro blocks it with his forearms, Jack hits the mat but as he gets up Toro jumps up and hits his own enziguri Toro makes the cover

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TWO...


THREE!!!

FP: Jack Greaves made a mistake and Toro capitalized, and he's motoring through pretty well at this point.

VM: There's still four guys to go I'm sorry to say.

Guy Haight reaches into the ring and drags Jack out of the ring before throwing him over his shoulder and carrying him back up the rampway, "You Spin Me Round" by Dope plays next as John Anthony strolls through the curtain he runs in place for a moment before bouncing up and down a few times and then walking down the rampway, he slides under the bottom rope

SS: Our next entrant, John ANTHONY!!!

FP: Anthony has yet to disspoint me since his debut here last week.

VM: He's good no doubt about it, but can he derail the Toro Verde train?

Toro charges straight at John Anthony and snaps off a quick headscissors, he covers quickly

ONE...


Toro waits for Anthony to get to his feet and then hits a hard dropkick to the chest, he then springs off the ropes and hits a rolling senton making another cover

ONE...


Anthony again shoves Toro off of him Toro waits for him to get to his feet and then locks him in a northern lights suplex

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TWO...

Anthony kicks out again and this time picks Toros leg as he stands up, Toro hits the mat and John waits for Toro to get up as he does he snaps off a japanese arm drag, Toro gets up again and gets caught with a second one and as Toro gets up this time and leans up against the ropes, John whips him off the far side and nails him with a hard scoop slam on the return, John then hits the ropes and hits an elbow drop, John jumps up to his feet quickly and then hits a second elbow, John then waits for Toro to get up, he boots Toro in the gut and goes for the Even the Odds, but Toro spins out of it and tries the Two-Step again, John ducks it and as Toro gets back to his feet he shoots him off the ropes hitting the High Life on the return, he drapes his legs over Toro's arms

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TWO...


THREE!!!

FP: And Toro's "train" has been derailed as John Anthony has eliminated him here, and he is now in the drivers seat.

Toro rolls out of the ring and begins getting berrated by Dr. Vertigo as they head back up the ramp, "Cowboy" by Kid Rock plays next as Trent Hudson charges down the rampway

SS: Introducing next, Trent Hudson!!!

FP: I've been looking forward to seeing what this young man is capable of.

Trent slides under the bottom rope and goes for a clothesline, John ducks it and hits the ropes before he gets a chance to mount some offense Hudson drops him with a polish hammer, Anthony gets back to his feet and Hudson goes for another clothesline, he ducks it and waits for Trent to turn around, when he does he boots him in the gut and hits his Even the Odds finisher, he then makes the cover

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TWO...


THREE!!!!

VM: Not a whole lot out of him this time Fletch, maybe next show huh.

FP: I think it's hard for anyone to stop John Anthony right now.

Hudson rolls out of the ring and heads back up the ramp as "Turn on Me" by Kevin Little plays next and Brad Armstrong charges down the ramp next

FP: Yet another young man I expect big things out of.

SS: Introducing entrant number six, he is "Lone Star" Brad Armstrong!

Armstrong slides into the ring and meets Anthony in a lock-up as soon as he gets in, the jockey back and forth for position before Armstrong snaps off an armdrag, as John Anthony gets back up Brad sweeps his legs out from under him and covers him but Anthony shrugs him off and then sweeps his legs out with a cover of his own, which Brad gets out of quickly the two men get back to their feet and stand off to a hellacious ovation from the crowd, they lock-up again and this time it's Anthony with the armdrag, he locks in an armbar but Brad lays back and kicks his foe with both feet, Anthony staggers back and Brad kips up to his feet, he then takes Anthony down with a headlock takedown, he torques on the headlock but Anthony reaches up with a legscissors, Armstrong tries to kip up out of it but Anthony has his legs locked in well, Armstrong then rolls over to a standing position with his head still trapped, he then rolls over on top of Anthony

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Anthony bridges up with Armstrong on his back and they roll over, he attempts to lock in the Even the Odds but Armstrong spins out of it and hits a dropkick to the mush, Anthony hits the mat and Armstrong heads up to the top rope, he signals to the crowd before leaping off with a beautiful shooting star press, but Anthony rolls out of the way, Armstrong hits hard and Anthony gets up to his feet and ties Armstrong up with an oklahoma roll

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THREE!!!

FP: What an awesome exchange between those two, Anthony just caught Armstrong with his pants down.

VM: That high flying crap rarely works out from my experience Fletch.

Armstrong rolls out of the ring to a great response from the crowd, he acknowledges them as "Voodoo Child" kicks up on the p.a., Buddy "Love" comes through the curtain and catches Brad on the ramp, he shakes his hands and throws some beads over his neck before heading down the rampway

FP: A stone cold fan favorite in Buddy "Love" Johansson.

SS: Introducing the final competitor, Buddy "Love" Johansson!!!

Buddy climbs into the ring and hands a strand of beads to John Anthony, Anthony takes them but walks over and hangs them from the ring post, not having time to waste on such things, Buddy then hangs some beads over the neck of the ref who looks at him confused, John Anthony moves forward and hits a bigtime gutwrench suplex on Buddy sending him crashing to the mat, Buddy rebounds and gets back to his feet, he goes for some boxing like punches, but John drops down and takes him down by both legs, John gets back to his feet and jumps right over Buddy to lock in a headlock, Buddy tries to leg scissor him but John dodges it and pulls himself as well as his opponent up to their feet, Buddy backs them both up against the ropes and shoots John off the far side, Buddy drops down and John jumps over him and hits the opposite side, Buddy goes for something but doesn't get a chance as Anthony hits the a swinging neckbreaker and makes the cover

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Buddy gets his shoulder up and climbs back up to his feet but John is there and attempts his Even the Odds again, Buddy spins out of it and goes for the Jello Shot but John Anthony shoots him off the far side, Anthony lifts him up for the High Life, but Buddy moves in mid-air and comes down with a lung blower, John rebounds up and is holding his ribs as Buddy gets to his feet and throws some body blows and some beatiful punching combinations, John gets spun around and Buddy looks to complete the Trip to the French Quarter, but as he lifts John up he drops down behind Buddy and swings him around lifting him up and driving him down with the Inside Scoop, John makes the cover

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THREE!!!

"You Spin Me Around" kicks up again on the p.a. and John stands up having his hand raised by the referee, a ring hand comes into the ring with a four foot high trophy which reads Gut Check across the plaque on the bottom, they set it right next to John and he lifts it into the air as Buddy brings him his beads and drapes them around John's neck and then shakes hand, Buddy exits the ring to a tremendous ovation and John lifts the Gut Check Trophy high into the air

SS: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the Gut Check Gauntlet, John ANTHONY!!!

FP: And John Anthony has impressed these people here tonight including myself.

VM: Yeah, and Mr. Lovejoy as well, and we'll see if that bodes well, or ill for John Anthony.

FP: Well regardless the young man can celebrate this victory here tonight.

John heads back up the rampway with his Trophy held high overhead as he salutes the crowd and heads through the curtain and the scene fades to black

[randalllovejoy]

In front of the purple POW New England backdrop stands Mick Cormac and Lee Cash before the first title match in the promotions history. Cormac seems to be dancing on the balls of his feet, completely ready for the upcoming bout.


Lee: I’m here with Mick Cormac before his match…

Cormac: Before my win Cash before my win, get it right!

Lee: You seem quite confident..

Cormac: Lee of course I am. The man is more obsessed with his cat than he is with what’s truly important: the gold, the belt, the POW New England HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!

Lee: But he might find a way to beat you and be more inspired with the support of his family in stands.

Cormac: That’s were your wrong Mr. Cash, all he did was invite them to his brutal demise delivered by the Irish Brawler Mick Cormac. Zevon what you have done is invited your family to what will be the end of your wrestling career. You should have stayed in Ohio now your Mom will have to see as her whiny baby boy gets pummeled left after right after left onto your face. Than your father will have to see as I rip apart your face with Fish and Chips. Your first cousin that you lost your virginity with at prom will have to cry as she watches your back snap from an Irish Car Bomb. And as you think its all said and done as you look up and thank whatever God you believe in, instead of seeing white light, you will see me standing above you grabbing your head and cinch it in for the EIS and breaking your neck. After the final pin and the count of (holds up the fingers as he counts) 1...2...3, your last sight before you slip into your coma will be of me with the belt around my waist, made the first champion in POW New England’s history through your folly of stepping into the ring from the first day of the Lethal Lottery Tournament.

Lee: But you cannot deny that the odds are stacked against you he has his family here, he is well rested….

Cormac: He is this, he is that, Cash I have the city of Boston behind me tonight and full nights sleep which is enough. And plus besides that he the only way he could have won was through Nightkiller or Eric White coming down that ring and unless they made it down to Boston somehow from New York they are still barred from the ring as is everybody else by Mr. Lovejoy’s stipulation. I am untouchable tonight Cash, unstoppable and unpredictable. (slaps Cash on face and walks away)

Lee(rubbing his face) : There you have it folks, Mick Cormac.

***

(To the back where Lee Cash has quickly caught up with Zevon as well)

Lee Cash: Folks, we are just minutes away from the biggest match in the short yet exhilarating history of POW: New England.

(JR Zevon enters clad in all white ring gear.)

Lee Cash: JR Zevon, what is running through your mind in these final ticks of the clock before you step through the curtain and meet Mick Cormac for the Eastern Heavyweight Championship?

Zevon: Simple little Cash, I am fully rested and my mind is absolutely clear.

(Zevon smiles at Cash, who was expecting a more detailed response.)

Cash: Any last words for Mick Cormac?

Zevon: O'Stereotype does not merit any further use of my eloquent words.... not after the bastard insulted Mr. Kitters.

(Zevon preempts Cash's follow-up question with a cold stare in the eyes. Zevon turns away and begins make his exit.)

Cash: Well, best of luck!

(Zevon quickly turns back towards Cash and gives him the evil eye.)

Zevon: Is that some kind of Irish joke, Cash?

Cash: No, just a standard pre-match salutation.

(Zevon has become much more animated than before.)

Zevon: Luck of the Irish? Slaves to the English for centuries and almost wiped out by potatoes? And then they come to America and settle in glorious Boston? The Irish deserve better than a second rate performance from an intoxicated, phlegm hacking womanizer. They've been through a lot. Luck of the Irish? If Mick Cormac's career ends tonight, then we can talk about the Luck of the Irish without being ironic.

Cash: Let's get back to ringside!

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scene comes back from the locker room, Fletcher Pierce and Valentine Mora are now on camera sitting at the commentators table, VM looks exhausted and FP looks giddy

FP: I cannot believe this night, and I cannot believe this crowd here in Boston!

VM: I can't believe that this isn't even over yet. We've still got one more to go.

FP: And not just any one, the big one. That's right fans teh time has finally come for Mick Cormac and JR Zevon to lock up for the right to be called Eastern Heavyweight Champion.

VM: These two guys have gone through two rounds of tournament action in order to get to this point, and now they are one three count, or submission away from ending this journey and moving on to the next one.

FP: Let's take a look back at how these two battled through the Lethal Lottery Tournament to get to this point.

the scene cuts to a video package first showing bits of Zevon and Micks general entrance, it then cuts to action from each of their first round matches, Mick pummeling Buddy "Love" Johansson and Zevon picking Toro Verde's arm apart, it then cuts to Mick putting Buddy down with the Irish Car Bomb, and then Zevon pinning Toro after a Dramatic Zeffect which followed the interference from Nightkiller, it then cuts to round two action Mick working Victor Bloodmoon's ribs and Zevon out wrestling Eddie Buchalini Jr. Finally the video cuts to Cormac hitting the EIS for the three count and Eddie Buchalini tapping to the Extra Crispy, the video fades out with shots of both Cormac and Zevon having their hands raised in victory

FP: A hell of a road to get to this point. And now we've come to the single biggest match of this territories' short history.

VM: And to think that Zevon was an alternate...

FP: That's right, he filled in for Dan Real all the way back in the first round. He is a relative wild card in this whole scene and he came in and took the tournament by storm. Mick was someone that the general public expected to do well and he lived up to that.

"Loveshack" kicks up over the p.a., Mr. Lovejoy steps out onto the stage looking a tad bit disheveled, he high fives the fans down the aisleway and stops at the commentators table, Randall shakes Val's and Fletcher's hands and then he grabs the third head set and takes a seat at the table

FP: Well it's certainly a surprise to have you out here sir.

LJ: Well ya know, it's the biggest match in this territory right now, there's no way I was gonna stay in the back for this one. I want to give the winner the belt myself.

VM: So that's what's in the briefcase you've got their then.

LJ: Indeed it is.

FP: Well here we go folks, it's time to get this thing underway.

A spotlight flashes down to an area set up beside the rampway, the entire part is illuminated and the band Dropkick Murphy's stands with their instruments ready, the crowd begins to go nuts as they begin to slam into Barroom Hero

FP: Well, this is quite a surprise! Dropkick Murphy's is actually here tonight.

VM: You're damn right it's a surprise. Are you sure we've got this in our budget there Mr. Lovejoy?

LJ: Don't you worry Val, our budget is in better shape than you may think. And furthermore, I didn't pay for them to be here, Mick did.

Mick Cormac comes through the curtain clad in his leather wrestling pants and black boots, he holds his baseball bat high in the air as the crowd boos him enthusiastically, Mick walks across the stage over to where Dropkick is kicking some huge ass with his theme song, the band goes to an instrumental and Mick moves over and high fives and exchanges words with each of them, they then slam back into the song and Mick stands there headbanging with them for a moment playing air guitar, as the chorus comes back the singers step out of the way and let Mick take it

Can he listen no he wont,
that's all she wrote,
he'll be dead before the daylight shines,
cause' the thoughts and prayers
of a million strong might keep this fool from dying.

after singing his part Mick walks away from the group giving them a final salute, however the song continues as Mick marches down the ramp, he climbs up the ring steps and steps into the ring to more boos from the crowd as the song finally ends, the crowd begins cheering for Dropkick

FP: Well that was quite the entrance.

LJ: Mick wouldn't have paid for all of this if he didn't truly believe that he was gonna win here tonight. If there's one thing I know about Mick Cormac, it's that he's very sure of himself.

VM: And why not, he's great!

LJ: Oh sure, he's great, he's also very eccentric sometimes.

"Hail of the Mountain King" blares over the p.a. next, Zevon steps through the curtain in his all white attire to more boos from the crowd, but he doesn't do anything fancy he doesn't stop to jawjack with the crowd he just walks calmly to the ring, he then steps up the ring steps and whipes his feet off on the apron before stepping into the ring

LJ: And Zevon is another guy I have tremendous respect for, the guy knows his way around a wrestling ring.

VM: So then he's your favorite in this one.

LJ: I don't play favorites, i like Zevon, and Mick and I have history, but I don't play favorites.

FP: More of a let the best man win sort of thing.

LJ: Exactly. I just want whoever takes the title tonight, to be able to carry it with pride and really be a leader in the locker room to the other guys.

Shane Sommers stands mid-ring in his classic Lounge Lizard garb

SS: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the POW: New England Eastern Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first in the corner to my left, from Flat Rock, Ohio, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds, JR ZEVON!!!

Zevon stands in his corner placidly looking across the ring at Mick

FP: He looks ready.

LJ: I'm sure he is, he prepared for this match in his own way and he looks ready to execute his gameplan in there.

VM: He played with a cat for a week, that's hardly preparation.

LJ: Whatever it takes for Zevon to get it done in the ring, I don't care how he trains.

SS: And his opponent, fighting out of the corner to my right, from Cork, Ireland, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds, MICK CORMAC!!!

Dropkick starts up the song again as Mick steps up onto the middle rope and begins taunting the crowd to many boos, the band quiets down again as Mick drops back down and awaits the bell

LJ: This is the moment I've been waiting for all night gentlemen here we go.

George Chip calls for the bell, Mick comes out swinging as he meets Zevon at mid-ring, he throws some rights and lefts and Zevon ducks them all before taking him down with a school boy

ONE...


Mick kicks out quickly and again starts throwing wild haymakers at Zevon who dodges out of the way of all of the blows again and this time takes him down with a backslide

ONE...


again Mick kicks out quickly and rolls back up to his feet and Zevon meets him with a drop toe hold, Zevon floats over and locks in a front facelock, Zevon grinds down on the front facelock and Mick pulls himself up to his knees, and then up to his feet, Zevon refuses to let go however as Mick lifts him up and tosses him back into the corner, Mick begins pounding away with body blows as Zevon keeps geting rocked back against the turnbuckles, Mick then grabs Zevon by the head and drags his eyes across the top rope, Chip breaks it up and Zevon staggers around the ring blindly, Mick sneaks up behind him and drives him to the mat with a high back suplex, and then makes the cover

ONE...


TWO...


Zevon shrugs off the pin and gets back to his feet but Mick meets him with a knee to the gut, he then backs him up against the ropes and whips him off the far side, Mick ducks for an obvious back drop, but Zevon leapfrogs over him and hits the ropes behind, Mick stands up quickly and catches a running dropkick to his back sending him awkwardly into the ropes, Zevon charges up behind him and starts choking him across the middle strand the ref breaks it at four, Zevon waits for Mick to get back to his feet and he rakes face, he then grabs him by the hair and tosses him in the corner delivering a hard knife edge chop, the sound echoes throghout the arena and the crowd gives the obligatory WOOOO! along with it, Zevon rears back and delivers yet another chop before whipping Mick across to the opposite side and then following him in with another running dropkick, Mick hits the mat face first and Zevon follows it up with a knee drop to the back of the head, Zevon rolls him over and makes the cover

ONE...


TWO...


Mick kicks out again and Zevon grabs a top wristlock and pulls Mick back up to his feet, Mick catches him with a headbutt to the face and rocks him with a hard punch to the face, Zevon rebounds back and Mick follows him in with another shot to the face, he then follows Zevon and nails him with a russian leg sweep before floating over near his head and trying to lock in the Fish and Chips, Zevon grabs his wrist however and won't let him lock the fishhook in, Zevon gets back to his feet and Mick is still trying to drive his fingers into Zevon's mouth, but Zevon turns and overhooks Micks arm before driving him down with an armbar takedown

FP: These two have been going back and forth this entire match thus far.

VM: Not to mention they've taken every dirty advantage they could.

LJ: I expected nothing less from these two guys, the titles on the line after all.

Mick clutches at his elbow as Zevon lays his arm flat and drives a couple of knee drops into the joint, he then locks in an armbar, Mick gets up to his knees and is trying to break Zevons grip, but Zevon snaps his arm down and Mick drops back down to his chest as Zevon reapplies the armbar, Zevon forces Mick up to his feet and torques up on the arm again, he then gets a running start dragging Mick along with him and vaults the top rope ripping Micks arm down across the top strand, Mick hits the mat hard and clutches at his shoulder as he rolls under the bottom rope and to the floor, Zevon catches him as he comes out and grabs his wrist before running forward and slamming his arm down on the guard rail, Mick responds with a scream and a thumb to the eye with his good arm, Zevon staggers up the rampway and Mick catches up to him but Zevon turns and boots him in the gut before dropping him with a snap suplex on the ramp, Mick clutches at his back and Zevon grabs onto the arm and pulls him up to his feet, Mick however knees him in the gut and shoves him ahead up the ramp, Mick gets near and Zevon drops him with a dropkick to the knee, Mick hits the hard wooden ramp and Zevon grabs the arm yet again twisting it, but Mick jumps to his feet and spins himself and Zevon around once before whipping him hard right into the band set-up where Zevon spills over the drum kit and knocks down half of the band set-up

VM: How is the ref letting all of this go?

LJ: Mr. Chip and I have an agreement in this particular match, I don't wanna see this one end by any other means other than pinfall or submission.

FP: Well done sir.

LJ: Why thank you ha ha.

Zevon gets up with his face striped with blood and Mick lifts up the hi-hat stand before rearing it back and blasting Zevon in the face with it causing a loud clang to ring out throughout the arena, the members of Dropkick Murphy's are all getting out of the way as Mick uses their set to his advantage grabbing a microphone wire and wrapping it around Zevon's neck strangling him, Mick releases the hold and Zevon begins to stumble back down the ramp, Mick follows him but can't catch up as Zevon rolls under the bottom rope, Mick follows him in and Zevon hits him with a hard european uppercut as he enters, Zevon then hooks him in a butterfly position but Mick blocks it and grabs Zevon's wrist before spinning out of it and booting him in the gut, Mick attempts the EIS but Zevon pushes him off the far side ropes and nails a hard Anderson Spinebuster on the return, Zevon makes the cover

ONE...


TWO...


THR...

Cormac gets his shoulder up

FP: Woo, close call on that one.

LJ: Excellent counter, I thought we might be seeing our champion crowned right there.

Zevon drags Mick to his feet and goes behind trying to lock in the Extra Crispy but Mick back elbows out of it and then lifts Zevon up across his shoulder before pushing him back and neckbreakering him on the way down

FP: He got the No Leaf Clover!

Mick makes the cover

ONE...


TWO...


Zevon gets his shoulder up again and Mick is furious now as he pulls Zevon up to his feet and lifts him up in an inverted outsiders edge, he flips Zevon forward and drives him down with the Irish Car Bomb, however Zevon is too close to the ropes and the ref can't even start the count as Zevon throws his leg over the bottom strand Mick waits for Zevon to get to his feet and boots him in the gut, he goes for the EIS again but Zevon hooks the top rope with his arm and Mick lands ass first on the grand, he gets back up quickly holding his back from the shock and Zevon hooks him up in a suplex, Zevon tries to lift, but Mick blocks it, Mick then tries to lift Zevon up for a suplex of his own but Zevon blocks it as well, Zevon then lifts Mick again this time getting him up about halfway but struggling with Mick's size advantage, Zevon turns and bounces Mick's legs off the top rope and uses the spring to get him all the way up vertically in the air, Zevon then spikes him down to the mat with the Dramatic Zeffect and hops on Mick hooking both legs for the cover

ONE...


TWO...


THREE!!!!!!!

the bell rings and Zevon rolls over onto his back looking up at the lights

FP: It's over, we have crowned our first champion right here!

VM: And it's JR Zevon of all people.

FP: And what a road to the title he had, a wild card entrant, a replacement for Dan Real, and he takes it all the way to the Eastern Heavyweight Championship at the end.

Mr. Lovejoy walks up the steel steps and steps into the ring with briefcase in hand, Zevon gets up to his feet bloody and battered and he looks Mr. Lovejoy in the face, Lovejoy smiles back and opens the briefcase, offering the contents inside to Zevon, Zevon looks inside the case with awe on his face and he reaches in and gently grabs hold of the Eastern Heavyweight Title belt before pulling out of the case and into his hands, Lovejoy then grabs his wrist and raises his arm high in the air as Zevon raises the title with his other hand

SS: Here is your winner and the NEW Eastern Heavyweight Champion, JR ZEVON!!!

Mr. Lovejoy stands off to the side and applauds Mr. Zevon as he celebrates in the ring with his newly won title belt as "Hail of the Mountain King" kicks back up on the p.a., Zevon climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and holds his belt up high

FP: Well folks it's been one hell of a night but it's finally come to an end. We've finally crowned an Eastern Heavyweight Champion and his name is JR Zevon! We'll see you on May 20th with the first Road to Over in Dover!! Good night everyone!!