The Road to Over in Dover 5/27/07

[randalllovejoy]

Scott Lanegan is pulling up to the arena. His car clunks into a lone parking space. He opens the door and takes out his gym bag. He has a mad look on his face, as he stares up at the arena.

Scott Lanegan: “Ahhh damnit, why didn’t anyone tell me that the location changed!? I had to drive out of my way just to get here…”

As he takes his good ol’ time into the arena, he enters with a grin on his face. On the small TV monitor, he realizes that his match is next.

Scott Lanegan: “What!? Don’t no-show me!”

He rushes down the hallway.

[randalllovejoy]

Damian Blackmoon, Xavier Blackstone and Reggie Rivid all mill about the ring as (Can't You) Trip Like I Do by Filter kicks up over the p.a. and Scott Lanegan dressed in his street clothes storms through the curtain

VM: Check it out Fletch, he didn't even bother to dress in his wrestling clothes.

FP: First of all, he got here late due to him thinking we were at a different arena, second, I don't think that's all that different from his actual ring gear.

VM: You're kidding right. He looks like goodwill threw up on him.

FP: Now now, it's not about the ring gear, it's about what he can do in the ring.

Lanegan slides into the ring and knocks all three men down with a right hand to each, they all get back to their feet and Lanegan whips Blackmoon hard into Blackstone and then vaults over both of them crashing into Reggie Rivid

VM: This guys nuts, I kinda like him already.

FP: Like I said, it's not about his outfit, it's all about his work ethic.

Lanegan waits for Rivid to get to his feet and takes him down with a huge spear, he makes the cover

ONE...


TWO...


THREE!!!

SS: Reggie Rivid has been eliminated.

FP: Just like that we're down to three.

Blackstone runs up behind Lanegan and hits an axe handle smash to his neck, he then begins pounding on him with forearm blows but Blackmoon runs up and knocks Blackmoon with a clothesline, Lanegan now gets back on the offensive as he nails Blackmoon with a spinning elbow he then drags Blackmoon to his feet and plants him with a DDT, he then floats over into the cover

ONE...


TWO...


THREE!!!

SS: Damian Blackmoon has been eliminated.

FP: And Scott Lanegan is going nuts in there.

VM: Seperate and destroy, what a strategy.

Lanegan waits for Blackstone to get to his feet and boots him in the gut before driving the point of his elbow into his neck, he then lifts him up and crushes him with a samoan drop before signalling for the end

FP: Seems to me that he's ready to put this impressive debut to rest.

Lanegan hooks him up in a suplex and lifts him up and stalls it, he holds him there for quite a while allowing the blood to flow to Blackstone's head before driving him down with his Junk Grunge finisher, he grinds his forearm down into Blackstone's face as he covers

ONE...


TWO...


THREE!!!

the referee calls for the bell as the Filter tune kicks back up on the p.a.

SS: Here is your winner Scott Lanegan.

FP: And the youngman from the midwest is heading back there with a hell of a lot of momentum.

VM: I'll say, he put a beating on those three, even if he looked like he dressed himself in the dark.

FP: He definitely proved my point.

Lanegan heads back up the rampway as the scene fades

[randalllovejoy]

To the back with Lee Cash standing with the POW Eastern Heavyweight Champion JR Zevon. Zevon is noticeably not dressed to compete.

Cash: JR Zevon, you are scheduled for a tag team main event tonight, but by the looks of it you are not ready to go. Are you planning to compete tonight?

Zevon: Cash, I would love to compete tonight but unfortunately Randall Lovejoy was unable to find neither suitable competition nor a suitable tag partner for the Eastern Heavyweight Champion.

Cash: So you will not be in the ring tonight?

Zevon: Unless Lovejoy pulls a worthy competitor out of his ass, no.

Cash: One of your opponents for tonight, John Anthony, called your bluff this week questioning your integrity and respect for this business by accusing you of hiding behind loopholes and depriving the fans of a great contest.

Zevon: Let me cut you off there, Lee Cash. John Anthony’s argument bears absolutely no credence. His fatal flaw is his connection between respect for this business and respect for the fans. I, as the Eastern Heavyweight Champion, have absolutely no responsibility to cater to the opinions of thousands of miscreants. My duty as the Eastern Heavyweight Champion is to defend and honor the fine craft of professional wrestling. I am under absolutely no obligation to respect the fans. John Anthony can kiss as much fan ass as he pleases but that does not change the reality of his depravity. The fans are irrelevant; they do not factor into the equation. If the fans had their way, Paris Hilton would be Heavyweight Champion of the World.

Cash: This is exactly the type of reasoning that has led John Anthony to question your integrity. Why are you avoiding competition?

Zevon: John Anthony has no right to question anyone’s integrity. He’s a Beverly Hills cretin who makes a living by wagering on professional sports. John Anthony is what is wrong with the world today. He wallows in unnecessary and highly immoral extravagance. He spends hours and hours a day viewing various sporting events yet he cannot tell you the difference between Ray Emery and J.S. Giguere. Like a typical American moron, when it comes to real sports where skill, intelligence and finesse are the keys to victory, John Anthony knows nothing. If the Stanley Cup Finals were a boxing match, John Anthony would have made the wise choice in favoring the Sens. Ray Emery would win in a first round knockout with little effort. But hockey, like wrestling, is a real sport, where skill triumphs over brute force. Where skilled players like Jean-Sebastien Giguere and Teemu Selanne will always be favored over the portrait of Mike Tyson on Ray Emery’s mask. And to top it all off, guess what Lee Cash?

Cash: What?

Zevon: He cannot even get the name of the team right. The Mighty Ducks of Anaheim are no more. The greed driven Disney cartoon that so resembles John Anthony is no more. A real man of integrity purchased the team, a man who respects and defends the honor of the fine sport of ice hockey. Today in southern California, the integrity of hockey is upheld by the Anaheim Ducks, not by the Mighty Ducks of Anaheim, but the Anaheim Ducks.

Cash: What does hockey have to do with John Anthony and Power on Wrestling?

Zevon: Simple, Cash. The Mighty Ducks were a joke, just like John Anthony. The Mighty Ducks were all about making a buck for Disney; John Anthony is all about making a buck for Bodog. The Mighty Ducks were a scourge on the good name of the NHL; John Anthony is a scourge on the good name of professional wrestling. The actions of one great man forever rid hockey of the blight of the Mighty Ducks; and the actions of one great Eastern Heavyweight Champion will forever rid wrestling of the blight that is John Anthony.

Now, Mr. Cash, I have business elsewhere.

Zevon hastily exits.

Cash: Back to ringside for more exciting POW action!

[randalllovejoy]

Shane Sommers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a handicap match.

Barroom Hero by Dropkick Murphy’s kicks up on the P.A. as Mick Cormac comes striding down to the ring flicking off the audience and answering their catcalls and boos with a few choice curse words. Mick stops in front of a fan holding a sign that says something that Mick doesn't like and starts badgering the guy. Mick finally grabs the guys sign and rips it easily into pieces. The fan starts to lunge at Cormac but is held back by ring side security as the man is yelling Cormac takes a lit cigarette and flicks it into the guys face and laughing turns to enter the ring.

Shane Sommers: Introducing first to the ring, weighing in at 280 lbs., from Cork, Ireland, he is the Irish Brawler Mick Cormac (crowd boos)

Mick goes the far side of the ropes leaning against them while glaring at the ramp

VM: Looks like Cormac left the whiskey at home tonight Fletch.

FP: True that Val but the man is definitely drunk on rage tonight. I predict we’ll see a Mick Cormac that no one has seen in a long time.

VM: Even though this is a handicap match I’m sure the even the combination of fan favorites Toro and Buddy will have their work cut out for them tonight.

Voodoo Child by Jimmy Hendrix blares on the P.A. as Torro Verde and Buddy Love come down the ramp. Torro is playing up to the crowd with the raise up hand gestures as Buddy throws them free Buddy Beads. The crowd is popping large as they descend towards the ring. Buddy gestures to stop in front of the man whose sign got ripped by Cormac moment earlier. Buddy motions for the guy to walk up to the partition and out of his pocket pulls a huge wine cooler and a hand full of Buddy beads and gives them to the guy. Torro not to be out done takes his sparkling bullfighting jacket off and puts it on the guys shoulders. The fan starts to thank them as Buddy goes into the buddy Christ pose and Torro salutes the man. They start to enter the ring.

Shane Sommers: Coming in at a combined weight of 420 lbs., they are the challengers, from Monterrey, Mexico, Torro Verde!!! (crowd pops) And from New Orleans, Louisiana, Buddy “Love” Johansson!!! (crowd pops huge)

FP: The crowd loves these guys.

VM: Or they hate Cormac that much.

FP: I’m kinda stuck in the middle myself Val. Maybe if Buddy gives me one of those wine coolers I’d be swayed.

VM: Make that two.

Cormac stays on the ropes as Torro and Buddy start arguing about who is going to start the match off. Buddy motions to his chin indicting the cheap shot he received earlier this week. Torro flexes his arm as if to say his stronger and fresher for the fight. They start bickering for a few more seconds and then go quiet as they both start playing rock, paper, scissors to decided who goes first.

VM: I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anything like this before.

FP: They’re actually using rock, paper, scissors to decide who takes The Irish Brawler first I can’t believe that!

The crowd calls out Rock, Paper, Scissors as Torro presents a hard fist out in the air, Buddy shows a flat palm.

FP: Looks like the Cajun gets the first shot.

Torro goes behind his corner while pointing at Mick and mouthing threats at him. Buddy starts to come towards Cormac but steps back as Cormac pulls his jacket off and tosses it to the side showing a extra bandages on his left arm. Buddy holds out his hand for a shake Cormac slaps it away and spits in Buddy’s face.

VM: Dirty move. No respect for his opponent at all.

The bell rings. Cormac and Buddy lock up head to head. Love takes Cormac into a side arm lock. Cormac counters with a over the head wrist lock. Buddy tries to grab some sort of hold on Cormac but finds no purchase. Finally Love reaches behind and grabs Cormac into a headlock. Cormac tries to counter with his own but the hold on him is to strong forcing him into elbowing Buddy’s gut. The crowd cheers as the two men separate for a final push from Cormac to either side of the ring. Buddy raises his arm in the air towards Cormac for another round, Cormac raises his arm to but surprises Buddy with a boot check into the gut that doubles Love over. Cormac hits Love with a right hook to the side of his head, it sends Buddy into the ropes and Torro tries to enter the ring to avenge the dirty move but is stopped by the ref.

FP: This Cormac guy is either insane or a genius.

VM: Why’s that Fletch?

FP: Cormac knows he’s outnumbered, so with his cheap shots he can hurt one guy while making the other go angry.

VM: Trying to force someone into a mistake you think?

FP: I wouldn’t say that would be a bad bet.

VM: We’ll see if your right. Here comes Johansson back on the offensive!

Buddy given enough time to recover comes out swinging short rabbit jabs at Cormac making the Irishman go backwards to block and avoid the hits to his face. Cormac is barely hit by each punch but Buddy surprises the man with a solid heavy hit not to Mick’s face but to his gut, now making the Brawler go to doubling over.

VM: Brilliant combo by Love. Showing his boxing experience is useful in a wrestling ring.

FP: As I recall his record was….hold on what’s this!?!

Buddy drags Mick by his hair to the center of the ring, he proceeds to go to one far corner while motioning for Torro to the top of the rope. Torro goes to the top while Mick starts to regain air back to his lungs and straighten out; Buddy goes for a shoulder tackle to Cormac’s legs as Verde flies into a kick into his chest. The Irish Brawler is out as Buddy goes for the cover.

One…

Two….

Kickout!

VM: He still has some fight in him.

FP: Amazing move but it just wasn’t enough.


Still groggy the two men pick up Cormac and set him up to go into the ropes, unexpectedly Cormac whips them into the ropes and pulls off a double clothesline. He builds up to much momentum though and whilst knocking Verde and Love down sending himself over the ropes. Cormac lands hard on the concrete.

FP: Just the move Cormac needed!

VM: To bad it he gave it more than what was needed. Trust me Fletch that concrete feels no good.

Cormac reaches under the mat while clutching his side pulling out his bat. Verde gets up first while the ref is checking on Buddy Love and goes into a baseball slide, Mick surprises Verde and sidesteps with a full swing that connects right to Torro’s head, knocking him out.

VM: Dirty bastard!!

FP: Open your eyes ref!!

Cormac hops into the ring with the bat and starts to go after the now risen but groggy Buddy Love. Mick raises the bat high but it is suddenly taken out of his hands by the ref. Cormac turns around and starts a yelling match with the referee. Love completely regained in strength stands behind Cormac waiting looking at a watch that is not on his wrist. Cormac finally turns around and takes a Trip to the French Quarter.

FP: Right left right left…here it comes….BAM!

VM: And Love knocks Cormac out with a trip to the French Quarter, and goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

Three…

Bell rings. The referee raises Buddy Love’s hand while Torro lays on the floor still passed out.

Shane Sommers: And here are your winners Budd…

Cormac gets up and kick’s Love in the gut and drops him cold with the EIS. Cormac quickly rolls away and chases the ref out of the ring. At the ropes Cormac demands a mic.

VM: What is Cormac doing?

Cormac (raising Love inches from the mat screaming at him through the mic): You think I give a damn about you Johansson…(spits on him) you are nothing! You were nothing in S.E.X. and you are nothing here! (the crowd starts to boo Cormac drops Love) You all shut the hell up! I warned him, I warned all the nothings like him backstage not to get in my way! There’s only one thing that I want and that is what is mine the Eastern Heavyweight Championship.

[randalllovejoy]

the scene cuts back to Mr. Lovejoy's office where he is sitting on his desk and watching the monitor backstage, he starts nodding his head slowly as if he's pleased with what he just saw

Mr. Lovejoy: Excellent work. That's what I like to see when i'm dolling out punishments. A good old fashioned ass whipping. Now Mick, i've got more in store for you, you didn't actually think I forgave you did you. Oh no, not yet, not when you're ruining matches on my program sir.

So you wanna bully Buddy "Love" around do you, well how about I put you two in a match next week. And since you're both the boxer types, how about I have you with one arm tied behind your back, let's see just how bad of a brawler you are Mick Cormac, can you beat Buddy "Love" with one arm?

Hope you prepare yourself well this week Mick, you're gonna have a long night ahead of you next week.

the camera pans away as Lovejoy goes back to reading the monitor and the scene fades out

[randalllovejoy]

Fletcher Pierce: Well, we're our way to Over in Dover!

Val Mora: And you keep telling me this over and over...

Fletcher Pierce: Enough with the jokes, well, let's get ready for our next match!

"Tarzan Boy" by Baltimora kicks up over the wonderful sound system and the audience starts to boo half heartedly. Takeshi Tanahashi steps out from behind the curtain and up onto the stage as the chorus for the song hits. Completely ignoring the jeering crowd, Tanahashi starts walking the long walk to the ring. Once there, he hops up onto the apron and vaults up over the top rope and into the ring. Landing nimbly on his feet, Tanahashi turns and faces the walkway, waiting for Eagles with his arms crossed.

Shane Sommers: And from the heartsland of Japan, weighing in at a mere 190 pounds...TAKESHI TANAHASHI!

The crowd boos as Tanahashi waits in the center of the ring. While he waits, "Sad But True" by Metallica begins to play and the lights dim as a strobe light pours over the entrance area. The curtain opens and Jeska Eagles makes her way onto the stage with a big smile on her face as the crowd boos loudly. She then signals to the curtain and Josh makes his way out too an even bigger boo and he walks over and grabs Jeska by the hand and raises her hand into the air. Josh and Jeska then walk to the ring hand in and. When they reach the ring Jeska runs up the stairs and parts the ropes for Josh to get through and he does then heads to the first turnbuckle and strikes an arrogant pose. He hops down and faces Tanahashi who is eyeing him hungrily.

Shane Sommers: And from Ontario, Canada and ALSO weighing in at 190 pounds...JOSH EAGLES!

Jay Grooms calls for the bell to start the match as Josh Eagles and Takeshi circle each other, both waiting for the other to make the first move. Josh Eagles finally breaks and shoots a quick forearm out there, but Tanahashi blocks it and delivers a kick to the back of Eagles' knee and quickly slaps him hard across the face while the audience lets out an "OOOOHHH". Eagles reels back from the slap but doesn't go down and then reaches out to grab onto Tanahashi's legs for a takedown. Takeshi sprawls himself out backwards, keeping his legs out of reach while he grabs around Eagles' midsection. Tanahashi rolls him to the side and onto his back while putting his legs over Josh's arms, trying for a quick pin.

1...

Josh kicks out barely after the count of one and both men quickly get back to their feet. Tanahashi quickly lands a hard, masked man chop to Eagles' chest, sending him into the ropes. Eagles rebounds off and Tanahashi whips him into the opposite ropes and then, on Josh's way back, Tanahashi snaps off a quick belly to belly, sending Josh flying with the momentum he had. Eagles grabs hold of the ropes to keep himself from sliding out of the ring onto the cold hard floor outside. Tanahashi quickly grabs onto Eagles' arm while standing up and drags him back into the center of the ring. Tanahashi quickly wraps up Eagles' arm, bringing him back to his feet painfully.

Fletcher Pierce: Takeshi Tanahashi quickly taking control of this match here!

Val Mora: Let's go Beagles, Let's GO!

Fletcher Pierce: No cheerleading man...

Val Mora: Sorry.

Tanahashi pulls Eagles around in a hammerlock and then delivers a kick to the wrapped up shoulder, forcing Eagles to grab hold of it. Tanahashi pauses to look around at the crowd and then drives a couple more boots into the torqued shoulder. Tanahashi then pushes Eagles off of him and into the ropes. Intercepting a moving Josh, Takeshi gets hold of the injured arm and flips Eagles over in a quick armdrag. Keeping hold of the arm, Takeshi pulls Eagles back up to his feet and pushes him into the corner. Tanahashi wraps Eagles' arm aroung the top rope and while putting his foot into Eagles' chest, pulls Josh's arm as hard as he can. Jay Grooms berates Takeshi and then begins the DQ count.

1...

2...

3...

4...

Tanahashi releases at the count of four just before Grooms gets to five. Tanahashi leaps up, grabbing onto Eagles' head and putting his feet into Eagles' chest. He falls back, catapulting Josh off of him. Eagles lands hard on his back in the center of the ring, then proceeds to grip his shoulder. Tanahashi leaps up to the top rope and flies off, trying to drop a leg onto Eagles' shoulder. Josh Eagles rolls off to the side while Takeshi hits the mat hard.

Fletcher Pierce: This could just be the change in momentum that Eagles needs to turn this around in his favor!

Eagles slowly gets up to his feet and rebounds off the ropes, aiming a hard kick at Tanahashi's knee. Tanahashi falls down to a knee and Eagles gets another bit of help from the ropes and then lands a dropkick to the same knee. Takeshi flops down to the mat face first as Eagles gets hold of the leg that he's been working on and drops a couple of knees into the back of it, trying to damage ligaments. Eagles stands back up and locks his leg with Takeshi's and falls back, putting massive amounts of pressure on the knee. Takeshi struggles and somehow makes his way to the ropes. Eagles gets an idea and lets up the hold before grabbing onto the leg and dragging Takeshi back to the center of the ring. He flips Takeshi over to his back. He picks up Takeshi and tries to bring the leg over his head in a stretch muffler to verifiably end the match, but Takeshi struggles and manages to get his legs around Eagles' head and brings him down to the mat with a head scissors. Holding on, Takeshi quickly pulls Eagles' legs to him and, pulling hard, pins his shoulders the mat.

1...

2...

3!!!

Fletcher Pierce: WHOA! Takeshi Tanahashi just pulled out a HUGE win over one of the best in the business!

Val Mora: I'm shocked! Eagles was starting to turn things around too!

[randalllovejoy]

scene cuts in to the arena where Eric White stands at the top of the rampway

Eric White: Introducing to all of you peons out here, my client, Nightkiller!!!

Your Blood is my Viagra blares over the p.a. as Black Parade begins to play and Nightkiller steps out from behind the curtain, he begins to powerwalk down the aisle as Eric Whit follows him down

SS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from parts unknown, weighing in at 240 lbs. Nightkiller!!!

Nightkiller slides in under the bottom rope and awaits his opponent and Breathe Today kicks up on the p.a. next as David Hilt comes out next along with Jack Greaves and Guy Haight

SS: And his opponent, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 242 lbs. David Hilt!!!

Hilt slides in under the bottom as well as Nightkiller attacks him as soon as he enters pounding him with forearm shots, Nightkiller drags him to his feet and shoves him back in the corner where he begins throttling him and Scott Prado breaks them up but Nightkiller shoves him off and begins choking him again, the referee backs him off again and Hilt comes out holding his throat only to get dropped by a big right hand, Hilt gets back to his feet and gets knocked down again and Nightkiller now drops down with another choke hold, the referee continues to admonish Nightkiller and threatens him with disqualification

FP: Prado needs to get this guy under control.

VM: Yeah good luck with that.

Nightkiller drags Hilt up again and Hilt thumbs him in the eye, Jack Greaves begins jumping up and down excitedly as Hilt begins pounding Nightkiller with right hands, Hilt then backs up against the ropes and charges forward but catches a kitchen sink to the gut for his trouble, Nightkiller begins stomping away at the downed Hilt before he hits the ropes and goes for a knee drop, Hilt however rolls out of the way and Nightkiller comes down hard on his left knee, Hilt grabs the knee and quickly drives his elbow deep into the muscle trying to wear the mad man down, Hilt gets back to his feet and drops a second elbow and the begins kicking away at the back of the leg he then plants his feet and flips over still holding onto Nightkillers leg stretching it out to it's limit, Nightkiller is crying out in pain as Eric White pounds on the mat and as Hilt hits the ropes to drop an elbow on Nightkillers injured wheel White reaches out and trips him up

VM: The beauty of a manager Fletch, there's always someone to get involved.

Hilt turns around and tries to grab White as Nightkiller limps over and hits a back rake sending Hilt down sprawled across the middle rope, Nightkiller begins to choke Hilt across the rope and Prado backs him up as Eric White continues the assault pulling Hilts head down choking him further, he lets go as the ref turns around and Nightkiller pulls Hilt up and hits a standing neckbreaker, and then makes the cover

ONE...


TWO...

Hilt kicks out and Nightkiller calls for the end as he lifts Hilt up for what he hopes will be the final time, he goes for the Killer Cutter but Hilt shoves him off to the far side ropes and hits a double leg takedown on the return as he locks in the 42 and tries with all of his might to turn Nightkiller over, the crowd is completely behind Hilt as he finally turns Killer over to his stomach and the crowd goes wild as he begins applying pressure to the hold

FP: And that hold has got to be effecting the injured leg of Nightkiller.

Nightkiller looks as if he's going to tap but the crowd begins to boo mightily as Eddie Buchalini Jr. hops over the guard rail, he shoves the time keeper out of his seat and takes his chair as he slides into the ring, he folds it and blasts Hilt in the back of the head with it as Prado calls for the bell, Jack Greaves tries to intervene but Buchalini threatens him with the chair as well

SS: The winner of this match by way of disqualification, David Hilt!!!

Nightkiller gets to his feet and limps over pushing Eddie in the chest asking him what he thinks he's doing, Eddie tries to make the case that the match was over anyway and Nightkiller shoves him again, only for Eddie to rear back and crash the chair into Nightkiller's head as well, the crowd gives a collective groan as Nightkiller hits the mat and Eddie bails when Guy, Jack and Eric all jump into the ring and he hops back over the guard rail, the camera pans away as Breathe Today kicks back up on the p.a. and the scene fades to black

[randalllovejoy]

the scene cuts back once again to Mr. Lovejoy's office, he's seated behind his desk this time and he addresses the camera

Mr. Lovejoy: Interesting, it seems that this Eddie Buchalini Jr. and David Hilt thing isn't gonna end until I make a match worthy of ending it on. And i'm not gonna announce that particular match until next week.

However, what I will announce is what the two of you will be doing next week, and next week you two will face off in a tag team match. Hilt, your partner will be none other than your opponent here tonight in Nightkiller and Buchalini, you will be paired with none other than Takeshi Tanahashi.

I advise you two to learn each other very well, because at next weeks show, you're gonna find out what I have in store for both of you and the Mid-Atlantic championship.

the camera pans out and fades to black

[randalllovejoy]

scene cuts back to the arena as Phillip Owen Weiss stands in his neutral corner awaiting his opponent

FP: The Legion Soldier Macros Vitruvious is set for action here against a slumping Mr. POW.

VM: And it doesn't look like Phil is ready I mean look at his expression, that's not the face of a man who's prepared to deal with Macros tonight.

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.

SS: And his opponent, from parts unknown, being accompanied to the ring by his manager Riley he is the Legion Soldier MACROS!!!

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....

Macros begins stepping back and forth checking the ropes and warming up a little, Jay Grooms calls for the bell and the two lock hands in a grecco roman knuckle lock, they jockey for position in the test of strength and Macros is getting the upperhand, Phil drops down to one knee and Macros thrusts his knee forward to break Phil's hold on his right hand he then twists Phil's opposite arm up in a wrist lock, he pulls up on Phil's arm and bends his wrist upwards as he bears down on his opponent who is crying out in pain, Macros torques up on Phil's wrist again and this time whips it forward causing Phil to flip over and land flat on his back

FP: Macros a well known submission specialist and Phillip Weiss is feeling the effects of it on his arm.

VM: We all know that Macros can tear a body part in two with those holds of his, and Weiss better get moving if he wants to keep that arm.

Phil leans back and kicks Macros with both feet breaking the hold and forcing Macros back a few steps, Phil springs up to his feet and chases after Macros hitting a few punches to the face but regretting it as it further damages his injured arm, Phil recoils and backs up a few steps trying to shake the pain out of his arm, but he gets know time as Macros charges forward and drops Phil with a yakuza kick to the jaw, Phil hits the mat and Macros drops back down applying a hammerlock

FP: A break in the action but Macros is once again back on that arm.

Macros uses the hammerlock to force Phil back up to his feet, he then scissors Phil's leg and takes him back down with a drop toe hold before rolling over and applying a headlock, Phil forces himself up to his knees and Macros continues applying pressure as Phil forces them both to a standing position, Phil hits a few elbows to the back and tries to shoot Macros off the ropes but fails as Macros slams him back down with a headlock takedown

FP: Macros refusing to give ground here and Phillip Owen Weiss can't seem to get things going for himself.

Phil throws a leg scissors up in order to break the headlock but Macros bears down on the hold to stop his momentum, Phil tries again and again fails, Phil has had enough as he reaches up and rakes at Macros' face, Macros grip falters a little and Phil leans up and applies the leg scissors now trying to strangle the life out of the Legion Soldier before he gets a chance to get back on the offensive again, Macros however slips forward and throws his feet under the bottom rope causing Grooms to break the hold, he does and pulls Macros back to his feet where he hits another couple of stiff shots and a knife edge chop, Phil then pushes him back into the corner and hits a few shoulder thrusts to the gut driving the air out of his opponent before whipping him hard across the ring into the opposite buckle, Macros hits and bounces out, meanwhile Weiss hits the ropes behind him and nails him with a running bulldog, Weiss gets to his feet celebrating and hits the ropes dropping a big leg across Macros' face and he signals for the end as he moves over toward the turnbuckles

VM: Weiss is making a huge mistake here, he's no flyer yet he's headed up to the top rope.

FP: Weiss now making his way up, he sets his feet and comes off......a huge frogsplash but he missed it!

Weiss lays in the fetal position holding his mid-section as Macros lines him up and applies the Vitruvious Claw on his downed opponent, he doesn't get a chance to make Weiss tap out however as Weiss is down flat on his back squirming in the hold as Jay Grooms makes the count

ONE...


TWO...


THREE!!!

the bell rings and Macros releases the hold and stands with his hands in the air as Riley enters the ring and raises his clients hand in victory

SS: The winner of the match, MACROS!!!

FP: Another impressive victory for Macros here, and despite that hiccup last week he doesn't seem to have lost a step.

VM: The guy is a fighting machine.

FP: Don't use that phrase Val, visions of a certain wrestler named Kama come to mind.

VM: Ooh, sorry about that partner, what I meant to say was he's just a damn fine athlete who was built to fight in the squared circle.

FP: Well put and how right you are, and as you said, yet another victory racked up for Macros here tonight.

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The camera comes upon Stephie Campbell waiting outside the door of Randall Lovejoy’s office. JR Zevon exits in a huff, still not dressed for in-ring action.

Campbell: Zevon, I heard that you were beckoned to Lovejoy’s office, what do you two speak about?

Zevon gives Stephie a rather nasty look that is easily shattered by Stephie’s smile.

Zevon: I expressed my concerns about the match tonight.

Stephie: By your demeanor I assume that all did not go as planned.

Zevon: Randall Lovejoy, in his infinite wisdom, refused my demand that Combat Soldier and Victor Bloodmoon be screened for performance enhancing drugs immediately by my own personal medical professional.

Stephie: POW already has a stringent drug testing policy.

Zevon: Exactly what Lovejoy said, but I highly doubt the efficacy of those tests. You have interviewed Combat Soldier, have you not?

Stephie: Several times.

Zevon: Does he look stable to you?

Stephie: Well…

Zevon: Don’t be afraid of the truth, Stephie.

Stephie: Soldier is rather insane.

Zevon: He is completely insane, and I suspect the substance abuse as the cause. I mean, he’s a Scientologist, come on!

Stephie: I am happy that Lee Cash took that one for the team.

Zevon: Soldier is a menace, Stephie. I have no idea what point Lovejoy is trying to make by sending the Eastern Heavyweight Champion into a highly volatile situation like this. I could be injured! I could be out for weeks…months. Hell, my career might end! All because people hopped up on the juice like Combat Soldier are allowed in the ring. And another hopped up idiot is supposed to be my tag partner! Is Lovejoy trying to end me?

Stephie: I would think not.

Zevon: Then go talk to the reckless fool for me!

Zevon shoves Stephie into Lovejoy’s office and closes the door behind her. He then wanders down the hall while shaking his head in bemusement and mumbling to himself. The scene ends with Zevon entering his dressing room.

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SS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your main event of the evening, introducing first...

FP: I here John Anthony's music playing now and it seems that we're ready for Tag Team Warfare!

John Anthony and Combat Soldier make their way down the rampway, Anthony is high fiving and getting the crowd pumped up while the Combat Soldier mearly runs ahead and slides into the ring

SS: ...at a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty seven pounds, the team of John Anthony and the Combat Soldier!

Anthony catches up to his partner as he slides into the ring as well

VM: Not exactly a dream team are they.

FP: Certainly not but these two should make quite the formidable combination.

Hall of the Mountain King kicks up next as the champ JR Zevon strolls through the curtain first still dressed in his street clothes but with the Eastern Heavyweight Title belt still strapped around his waist, Bloodmoon follows behind him and they both make their way down the aisle

SS: And their opponents at a total combined weight of five hundred and fifty five pounds, the team of Victor Bloodmoon and the Eastern Heavyweight Champion JR Zevon!!!

Bloodmoon climbs up onto the apron and steps over the top rope and into the ring, while Zevon climbs the steps slowly and strolls across the apron wiping his feet off on the apron before stepping inside

FP: And our champion is not even dressed to compete here, doesn't make a whole lot of sense.

VM: Well he's been boycotting this match ever since he got to the arena tonight Fletch, he doesn't approve of his partner nor his competition here tonight, and i've gotta say that I agree with him. They aren't really up to his standards as it were.

FP: Well in your unprofessional opinion that may be true but he is not only a pro wrestler but he's our champion, and it's his job to represent the whole locker room. Not even bother to get dressed for competition is unacceptable.

George Chip calls for the bell and the action starts with Zevon and John Anthony being the ones to start things off Anthony moves in for an attack but Zevon grabs the referee and whispers something in his ear, Chip looks up at him with a n odd expression on his face but he just shrugs his shoulders and moves ahead forcing Anthony to return to his teams corner Anthony is frustrated as he wants at the champion but is forced back into his corner and obediently waits as the ref moves to each corner and checks the turnbuckle pads

FP: What the hell is this all about, we wanna see action here.

VM: Now now Fletch patience is a virtue, if Zevon wants those pads checked then the referee has to check them, he's just making sure that this is a fair tag team contest Fletch can't you see that.

FP: Well the crowd doesn't like this one bit.

the crowd is booing and crying out for action as the referee finishes up the check and gives the all clear to Anthony who once again begins advancing toward Zevon again, this time Zevon stops him once again grabbing the referee a second time and whispering again into his ear, the referee makes a sound in disbelief but backs Anthony up in the corner again and tells Combat Soldier to enter the ring as well, Soldier gives him an odd look and then enters the ring as well and he begins to check both of them for foreign objects

FP: Ah come on, this is ridiculous.

VM: There's nothing wrong with knowing that you're in a fair fight Fletcher, don't knock the guy for wanting this match to be legit.

the crowd begins to boo and hiss again as Zevon continues to stall the action, the referee finishes his check and Zevon beckons him over to him again, this time he points at his own partner Victor Bloodmoon, the referee deeply sighs and orders Bloodmoon into the ring, Zevon and Bloodmoon stand still while the referee checks them as well, meanwhile the crowd has started at Boo-ring, Boo-ring, Boo-ring!!! chant

FP: I tend to agree with the masses this is as boring as the weather channel.

VM: This is sportsmanship Fletcher, what a hell of a gesture allowing the referee to check not only himself but his partner as well, he wants to let his opponents have the same luxury of knowing they're in a fair and impartial match.

the referee finally finishes his checks and orders Bloodmoon back out onto the apron as he beckons the match to begin once again, Anthony moves in towards Zevon once again this time Zevon is the one to stop him as he holds a hand up and begins running the ropes to warm up, once he's finished he stands in his corner and begins testing the integrity of the ropes, finally having had enough of this Vic Bloodmoon tags Zevon's shoulder and gets himself into the match

FP: And now we're finally gonna see some actual in ring action. And let me be the first to see, it's about damn time.

VM: I swear Fletcher, you've got no respect for the proper way to conduct business, nor do I believe that you have any respect for our champion or the wonderful way he conducts his business.

FP: He's hardly a champion, the guy ducks challenges left and right, not to mention he's been stalling the action in this match and wasted everyone's time. A real champion should be in the center of the action, and taking on all challenges.

VM: Including those from unworthy challengers?

FP: If that's the way you wanna put it, yeah, those challenges too.

Bloodmoon stands toe to toe with Anthony and begins beating him with big forearm smashes, Anthony backs up against the ropes and Vic follows him in with a huge knee to the gut, he then whips him off the far side and nails him with a tossing belly to belly suplex on the return, Bloodmoon gets to his feet and attempts to drop an elbow but Anthony rolls out of the way causing Vic to crash hard to the mat, Anthony gets to his feet and puts the boots to Vic before locking in a rear chin lock, Vic is having none of this however as he stands back up with Anthony hanging from his neck and runs him back first into the buckles, he then walks over and slaps Combat in the face *That was for last week bitch!*, Soldier attempts to enter the ring but referee George Chip blocks his entry which allows Bloodmoon to walk straight up to Anthony and kick him in the crotch the crowd begin to boo Bloodmoon mightily as he just calls them all dirty words in German, he then lifts Anthony up on his shoulder and drops him with a snake eyes across the top turnbuckle, before he hits the ropes and boots him in the mouth, Anthony hits the mat and Bloodmoon makes the cover

ONE...


TWO...

FP: He made sure to kick out of that one as Combat Soldier didn't even get a chance to get in the ring.

VM: I think Anthony forgot that this was a wrestling match what with all of Zevon's shenanigans earlier.

FP: So now they are shenanigans?

VM: I meant his given right in this business to have everyone and all the turnbuckles checked.

FP: Right.

Bloodmoon drags Anthony back up to his feet but Anthony breaks his grip and hits a few forearms shots and then a roundhouse kick to the chest sending Vic reeling backwards he then charges at him and hits a running calf kick to the chest right up against the ropes tying Vic's arms up between the top and middle strands, Anthony then moves over and tags in the fresh Combat Soldier who hits the ring and begins running in place before hitting the opposite side ropes and then hits a huge clothesline, meanwhile on the apron Zevon has grabbed his Eastern Heavyweight title belt and strapped it around his waist once again, back in the ring Combat Soldier is clubbing Bloodmoon with big time heavy haymakers to his face and head, the referee works on untying Vic's arms but is helpless as Combat Soldier hits the ropes again this time hitting a big time shoulder block right to the sternum of his disabled foe

FP: Soldier is pouring on the offense in there, he's not giving Bloodmoon an inch.

VM: Well I guess not, not with him tied up in the ropes like that.

FP: Regardless Bloodmoon's gonna need a tag if he expects to get anything done in this match.

VM: I think you're under the delusion that Zevon wants anything to do with this barbaric match in the first place.

Chip finally gets Bloodmoon free and as he approaches his corner Zevon drops the belt on the floor and drops down to retrieve it leaving Bloodmoon with noone to tag, Bloodmoon screams at Zevon to pay attention as Soldier comes up from behind and hits a huge belly to back suplex driving him head and neck first into the mat, Zevon steps back up onto the apron and continues to feign enthusiasm as he tries to will his partner back into the match, Soldier lifts Bloodmoon up and looks over to Zevon who is standing there fake yawning with a lazed expression about him, Soldier looks at Bloodmoon and then back over to Zevon he then rushes forward and grabs onto Zevons arm holding him from dropping back down to the floor, he then beckons Bloodmoon over, Bloodmoon moves to his corner and tags Zevons hand before stepping back over the top rope and onto the apron, Soldier then brings Zevon in the hard way and attempts to beat on him but Zevon slips between the bottom and middle rope and yells at the ref to back Soldier up, Zevon then unbuckles the title belt and drops it out to the floor, Zevon gets back up as Soldier comes back at him and Zevon dives out of the ring and to the floor to catch a breather

FP: Now tell me what's he need a breather for, he's been in this match a total of five minutes, and he's only taken one offensive maneuver.

VM: Don't you see it Fletcher, he's playing with their heads, the checks at the beginning, refusing to physically get involved, dressing in his street clothes, it's all just a ploy.

FP: Yeah that or he's a coward.

Soldier moves over and tags Anthony back in and Zevon makes his way up the steps and painfully slow, he finally gets back into the ring and Anthony moves toward him and once again Zevon puts his upperbody between the ropes to get the referee to back him off, Anthony however refuses to back out and the referee turns and puts his shoulder in Anthony's gut trying to force him back out physically, seizing the moment Zevon gets a thumb to Anthony's eye and the referee turns to admonish him but as he tries to close the distance between him and Anthony, John turns and hits a glancing right hand to Zevon's face, Zevon stands there for a brief second letting it sink in before he dives to the mat holding his face, the referee backs Anthony up as he leans down to check on Zevon who jumps up to his knees and complains of a closed fist, the referee turns and Anthony just shrugs his shoulders, and the referee moves over and begins admonishing him to which he basically shrugs the ref off and moves to the center of the ring where he locks up with Zevon, Anthony gains the upperhand in the lock up breaks it and nails Zevon with another right hand dropping him, once again Zevon stays down and the ref has to force Anthony back as he moves in to check on him, Zevon jumps up to his knees again and this time complains of a foreign object, the ref tells Zevon to forget it and that he already searched Anthony, Zevon demands that he check him again and the ref moves over to do it again but Zevon brushes past him and hits another thumb to the eye, Anthony drops down to a knee holding his face and Zevon applies a neck cravate Anthony tries to fight it off and he eventually gets back up to his feet and hits a few elbows to the gut only to get snapmared back down for his trouble and Zevon then reapplies the Cravate, Anthony works his way back up again and this time he grabs two handfuls of Zevon's hair and drops down to a knee with a hair mare sending Zevon down, Zevon gets back up and gets nailed with a roundhouse kick and as he hits the ropes and rebounds off he gets dropped with a flapjack for his trouble, Zevon crawls over and quickly tags in Bloodmoon

FP: You see what i mean Val, as soon as things are going his way, he runs off.

VM: Well would you wanna be in there getting your tail kicked?

Bloodmoon enters and Anthony tags off to Combat Soldier as Zevon straps his title belt back on as he stands on the apron, Soldier charges forward and clotheslines Bloodmoon down and begins putting the boots to him, Soldier pulls him up to his feet but Bloodmoon gets a knee to the gut and lifts him up for a sidewalk slam neutralizing the Soldier's momentum, he then hits the ropes and comes off with a big elbow, Bloodmoon then lifts him up and signals for the Bloodmoon Rising, he lifts Soldier up in the vertical suplex but Soldier powers his way back down and lifts Bloodmoon up in the Soldier Press, he pumps him up and down a few times eliciting a huge reaction from the crowd before dropping him off behind him, he then charges forward and hits the ropes going for the Nuclear Destroyer but Zevon hits a knee to the back stopping his momentum Soldier stumbles forward and Bloodmoon shoots up to his feet and lifts him up on the shoulders dropping him with the Blitzkrieg, Soldier hits with a sickening impact and Bloodmoon begins crawling toward his corner where he makes a quick tag to Zevon's wrist, Zevon however looks down at Bloodmoon shaking his head, the referee tells Zevon that he needs to get in the ring and he stays stationary on the apron as he starts the count

ONE...


TWO...


THREE...


FOUR...

Zevon drops down to the floor unstrapping his title belt and throwing it over his shoulder as he begins to make his way back toward the entryway

FIVE...


SIX...

FP: What the hell is this about? He avoids action for most of the match, and now he walks out on his partner? And this is our champion?!

VM: Your damn right he is, and I couldn't think of another guy that i'd put stock in as our champion more than JR Zevon.

Zevon makes his way up the aisle and turns giving the Nixon taunt as the crowd boos him

SEVEN...


EIGHT...

FP: Well this is bull crap, he's gonna lose this match on purpose and avoid nearly all competition he came across.

VM: Mark of a smart champion, he's just biding his time for his unfortunate opponent in Dover, Delaware.

NINE...

TEN...

the ref calls for the bell and Zevon turns his back repositioning the belt on his shoulder and heading through the curtain to the back

SS: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winners by way of count-out, Combat Soldier and John Anthony!!!

the referee raises their hands but they don't look to happy particularly as he really wanted to get his hands on JR Zevon, the two head out of the ring and back up the aisle

VM: And the champ has kept his integrity intact. Thank goodness for that.

FP: You've gotta be kidding me, he ducked everyone out there tonight. It makes me ill to see our champion act that way. Regardless fans, that'll do it for us this week, we'll see you next week as we continue down the Road to Over in Dover, goodnight everybody!

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