Road to Big Bang! 4/29/07

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the arena fills with smoke as the capacity crowd in Secaucous, New Jersey starts going ballistic as they realize that the event they've been waiting for is about to begin, the camera pans around the crowd showing all of the rabid wrestling fans holding up signs of their favorite New England wrestlers

FP: Welcome wrestling fans to the final leg of the Road to Big Bang!

VM: That's right folks this is the final stop on our way to New Englands biggest event to date. Where championships will be decided and the most exciting night of pro wrestling will take place.

FP: Big Bang! will definitely be a night to remember Val, but let's not forget about tonight.

VM: That's right fans we've got a hell of a card stacked up for you here tonight. A night with big time ramifications on the Big Bang! DVD taping.

FP: Folks tonight we're going to see a clash between six guys, all of whom are vying for the right to be called the Mid-Atlantic Champion. A six-man tag team match between Orge Lambart, Eddie Buchalini Jr. and Takeshi Tanahashi as they take on the team of the Combat Soldier, Phillip Owen Weiss and David Hilt. The winners earn themselves a triple threat match against one another for the Mid Atlantic strap, the losers, well they won't be losing their shot at the crown as they'll face off in a triple threat as well for the number one contendership.

VM: And let's not forget JR Zevon and Mick Cormac being forced to team up for one night only before their Eastern Heavyweight Championship match at Big Bang! as they will take on the team of Manos Del Muerte.

FP: Definitely an explosive situation there, and how about Buddy "Love" Johansson being put into a matchup that he's quite uncomfortable with as he will take on Judith Orestes tonight.

VM: Yeah, Buddy's not to happy about facing a woman, it goes against his morals.

FP: Morals or not he'd better be careful in there as we've heard plenty that Judith is quite the fearsome foe.

VM: Let's not forget that the business man, Mr. Bodog himself John Anthony will face off against the Rana King Jack Greaves tonight.

FP: And the first blood match as well.

VM: How could I forget that one Fletch. The score will be settled tonight when Toro Verde and Nightkiller will face off with intention of drawing first blood!

FP: As we've said fans this is shaping up to be a hell of a night. And a hell of a way to lead into Big Bang!

VM: Speaking of Mr. Bodog himself Fletch I think it's about time for our first contest.

FP: Right you are Val, let's get down to the action!

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"Dirty Harry" by the Gorillaz kicks up over the PA, announcing Jack Greaves' entrance. He stands in a silhouette while beams of random colored lights flash across the crowd until the part where in the song where they all clap then he spins around and does a sort of bouncing strut with a goofy smile on his face, clapping along with the crowd. He bounces up to the stage, grabs a hold of the rope and sling shots himself onto the mat, crashing into it and ending up in a sprawl before leaping up and doing a “nice guy” pose.

Shane Sommers: And our first opponent, weighing in at 175 lbs, from El Paso, Texas...JACK "RANA KING" GREAVES!!!

As the hard-rock cover of "You Spin Me Round" begins play, John Anthony bursts through the curtain bustling with energy. He stops to look around, first at one side of the crowd, and then the other. He points his fingers up in the air as the lights shift focus from him to the ceiling, and then John thrusts his hands downward while the lights begin to flicker and dance around. He struts to the ring just as the chorus hits and slides into the ring with a smile. Standing up, he runs to the corner, hops on the second rope and winks to the crowd.

Shane Sommers: And our second competitor, From Nashville, Tennesse, currently residing in Beverly Hills, California. He weighed in tonight at a business like 217 lbs...JOHN ANTHONY!!

Val Mora: Looks like the Beverly Hills Tycoon tonight against Mr. Look-at-the-Kitty himself.

Fletcher Pierce: That's right Valentine. Jack Greaves one of the more...interesting characters in POW: NE, and John Anthony looking to make his mark here tonight.

The two men circle each other as Referee Scott Prado calls for the bell to start the match. As soon as the final ding of the bell hits, John Anthony jumps right to Jack Greaves. Greaves ducks under some form of grapple attempt from John Anthony and kicks one of his shins out from under him. Anthony falls down to a knee and quickly gets back up as a dropkick aimed for his face instead connects with his right elbow in a glancing blow. Anthony shakes the pain out of his arm just as Greaves is getting back to his feet. Anthony reaches out again and this time gets hold of the back of Greaves' neck, pulling him forward and locking him up. Anthony hoists Greaves up and throws him over in a belly to belly suplex. Greaves manages to flip completely over in the air, landing back on his feet and going chest first into the ropes. Greaves bounces back off the ropes and Anthony, who is still on the ground, trips Jack up, pulling him down for a pin.

1...

2...NO...KICKOUT!

Fletcher Pierce: Anthony there, showing great adaptation, Greaves completely nullified his suplex, but Anthony changed up his strategy and almost got an early victory.

John Anthony gets back to his feet smiling while Greaves kips up to his feet, not looking as happy as his opponent. Rana King smiles and tries to connect with a right hand, but Anthony blocks it and counters with a right hand of his own. Anthony follows up with a one-two combo to Greaves' head and then, while Greaves is reeling, leaps up, grabbing onto Greaves' neck and pulls him down, smashing Greaves' face on his knee. Greaves hauls off back into the turnbuckle, looking slightly dazed. John Anthony plays to the crowd while he walks confidently over to Jack. Anthony lays a couple more blows into Greaves' face and then hooks onto Jack's head. Rana King manages to push out of the hold and flip Anthony into the corner. Greaves hops himself up onto the second rope and nails Anthony with a couple of shots. John manages to counter, hoisting Greaves up onto his shoulders, stepping out from the corner. Rana King manages to drive a couple more shots into Anthony before falling back, taking Anthony over with a hurricanrana.

Val Mora: OH!!!

Fletcher Pierce: Rana King manages to live up to his name once again.

Rana King goes to cover Anthony but Anthony manages to roll out of the way before Scott Prado can even get to the mat to count. John Anthony gets back to his feet and manages to sidestep another shot from Greaves, pulling him into a headlock. While Greaves struggles, Anthony manages to pull both of Greaves' arms up, pulling him into a double underhook. He drives Greaves down to mat, sealing the deal by more than Evening the Odds. Anthony covers Greaves for the pin. Scott Prado goes down to the mat for the count.

1...

2...

3!!!

Fletcher Pierce: John Anthony pulls a stellar victory out of his hat from nowhere!

Val Mora: Greaves was doing fine until Anthony pulled that one out.

Fletcer Pierce: And a very impressive debut for the new comer, and Jack Greaves still can't seem to buy a victory here.

Val Mora: Yeah, unless David Hilt is his partner.

Fletcher Pierce: Well regardless fans we've got plenty more action to come and we'll be right back.

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Lee Cash is backstage w/ luchelibre star Toro Verde.

Cash: Hey folks, I'm here w/ one of the quickest rising stars of POW New England, Toro Verde. Now Toro, you asked for this interview, what is it that you want to say to the fans of POW?

Alvarez: This is more of a message to my opponent, Nightkiller. Tonight he and I are to face off in one of the most brutal matches ever conceived; a contest where it is a guarantee that at least one man will draw blood. These types of matches aren't my preference, Mr. Cash.

The disturbing thing to me is that they most certainly are the preference of my opponent. Nightkiller is a sadist, a diabolical man. He has no respect for the most precious of substances, no regard for the dignity of human life. It is his ambition tonight to seperate me from my lifeforce, and for that, he must be accounted for. I cannot stand idly by while this madman runs rampant. Tonight, I will put a stop to his practice, or bleed trying.

Toro says nothing more as his gaze lingers on the camera for a moment before he walks off screen leaving Lee Cash alone as the scene fades out

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the camera cuts to the arena where Buddy "Love" Johansson and Judith Orestes are already in the ring ready for action. The bell rings and Judith Orestes circles Buddy Johansson, bouncing on her feet. Johansson looks uncomfortable with the match in general. He asks for a tie up, Judith grabs one arm and quickly arm drags him over.

Pierce: Orestes is very quick, even for a wrestler of her size.

Johansson is back up and he again signals for a tie-up. Judith drags him over again, but this time Johansson hangs onto her arm and follows up with an arm drag of his own. He’s still holding onto her hands, she does a cartwheel, bounces off the top rope while holding his arm, and again throws him with an arm drag. As Buddy gets up, Judith runs at him and hits the shooting star dropkick! Buddy is knocked backwards and falls out of the ring.

Pierce: If he hadn’t fallen out of the ring from that, we could have been about to see the end!

Mora: Buddy Johansson ought to be ashamed of himself. He’s got the size advantage, so why isn’t he using it? He’ll lose the match at this rate!

Johansson gets back onto the apron, and then into the ring. As Judith once again starts running towards him, he arm drags her. This time as she gets back up, Johansson takes her over in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. As Judith goes to the mat, Johansson runs the ropes and hits a jumping leg drop, then hooks a leg for the cover.

ONE…!

…TWO…!

……Kickout!

Pierce: Even though Buddy is a boxer, he’s reluctant to use his striking offense against a girl.

Mora: Meh. I say, I’ve got no problem with the girls wrestling, but they oughta be able to take it.

Pierce: She can, Valentino. It’s him that doesn’t want to hit her.

Johansson picks Judith up and plants her with a front slam, before heading to the turnbuckle, looking to put her away with the flying body press he calls “Flashing Boobies”, but as he jumps, Judith rolls out of the way! Buddy hits the mat hard.

Pierce: Like I was saying, Judith can handle herself in the ring. Buddy didn’t wear her down enough and she saw the splash coming.

Now Judith heads to the top rope as Buddy gets up clutching his ribs. She moonsaults off… Buddy catches onto her but he’s off balance… and he tumbles over backwards! Judith lands on top of him…

Mora: HA! Sixty-nine!

It’s still a pin. Judith stays there – until she hears the fans noise and sees Buddy holding a thumbs up. She jumps off him and yells something that doesn’t get picked up on the camera. Buddy starts climbing to his feet, laughing, and Judith slaps him. He doesn’t stop laughing… and then she kicks him in the sack.

Pierce: OOH! That’s usually worth a DQ but it looks like she’ll get off with a warning…

Judith again heads to the top rope and comes off with a flying huracarrana… landing on Buddy’s shoulders, she spins behind him, looking to take him over backwards… Johansson hangs onto her legs and bridges backwards!

ONE…!

…TWO…!

……THREE!!!

Johannson apologizes to Judith but she slaps him again and rolls out of the ring heading back up the aisleway

FP: And Judith was not too thrilled about that one.

VM: I'm sure Buddy didn't appreciate the sack tap either.

SS: Here is your winner Buddy "Love" Johannson!!!

Buddy drops out of the ring looking relieved that he got out of the match without corrupting his morals, the fans cheer him on as he heads to the back and the scene fades out

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Cowboy by Kid Rock hits the P.A. Yellow and Red lights shine throughout the arena. Trent Hudson comes out with an arrogant smile on his face as he walks out from the curtain. He enters the ring and smiles somre more as he gets on the second turnbuckle. He jumps off and grabs a microphone.

Trent: For those of you who don't know, my name is Trent Hudson.

(the crowd has a mixed reaction)

Trent: Right now, I'm one of the biggest entrepaneurs in the world. I do it all, production, directing, you name it. But there's one thing I love more than doing all of that. That's wrestling.

(the crowd cheers)

Trent: My assistant told me that next week, I debut at Big Bang! All I have to say is that's an appropriate title for that show, cause I WILL make a Big Bang!! One love....

(Trent kisses his index and middle finger, then makes a peace sign as he exits the ring.)

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the camera cuts to the ring where the team of Manso Del Muerte are already standing in the ring.

FP: And the Manos Del Muerte team is already standing in the ring awaiting their opponents.

VM: Speaking of their opponents, how are Mick Cormac and JR Zevon going to be able to co-exist here tonight. These guys are getting set to beat each other silly for the Eastern Heavyweight Title at Big Bang! And Mr. Lovejoy, the sick individual that he is, which I find to be one of his better qualities, has paired them together as a team for one night alone. I just don't understand why.

FP: I don't think it matters much at this point Val, the match has been made, and these two must work together before they destroy each other Next Sunday.

Gran Barbaro takes his spot on the floor which tells us that Death Adder and Hidealgo are going to be the competitors in this particular affair, "Hall of the Mountain King" by the Who blares over the speakers as JR Zevon comes through the curtain clad in all white gear, the crowd boos him as he comes through the curtain but he ignores them as he stalks his way down the aisle

FP: Here's a guy that I have the upmost respect for.

VM: The cat whisperer, that's what he should be called. The guy's just weird.

FP: But I've not seen a guy that is so good at picking a body part apart whether it be the arm or the leg than this guy. Not in a long time anyway.

Zevon reaches ringside but he stays on the floor not wanting to get in for a two on one advantage, "Barroom Hero" by Dropkick Murphy's is the next tune to hit the speakers as Mick Cormac comes through the curtain next to even more audible booing, Mick just flips them off as he makes his way to ringside, he brushes past JR Zevon on his way to ringside and climbs up the ring steps paying his partner no mind as he keeps his position on the floor, Zevon eventually steps up onto the ring apron and allows Cormac to keep his position as the man starting the match

FP: Zevon doesn't appear eager to be the first man in the ring.

VM: And Mick doesn't seem to have any qualms about it either.

Mick stands across from Death Adder and beckons him to bring it on as George Chip calls for the bell, Death Adder charges at Mick with his fists raised overhead in an axe handle position, Mick puts his hands in Adders chest and pushes him up into the air, he then quickly turns his back and grabs the ref as he puts his leg up and crotches Adder on the way down, the crowd groans and Mick shoves the ref away he then hits the ropes and comes off with a big flying forearm shot to Adders face

FP: And Mick has gone on the offensive very early.

VM: And he hasn't wasted time with the dirty tactics either has he.

Mick drops down and begins fishhooking Death Adder right away as Adder screams in pain he edges toward the ropes and grabs them out of desperation, he then moves over and tags Hidealgo after Mick lets go, Zevon reaches out for the tag but Mick refuses to oblige him

FP: And Mick's not ready to go just yet.

VM: And Zevon doesn't appear to be to pleased about it.

Mick charges forward with right hands on Hidealgo he backs him up into the corner and Dalgo attempts to block the blows by putting up his arms, but Mick then switches gears and begins raining blows into the body, Dalgo drops his block down again and Mick begins biting him on the nose, the ref backs him up and out of the corner, but Mick shoves him away and drives his shoulder into Dalgo's gut, he then rears back and does it repeatedly before whipping him hard into the opposite buckle, Dalgo hits and then slams face first into the mat, Mick goes after him but as he leans down to pick him up Zevon gets the blind tag in, Mick looks ferociously at Zevon as he steps into the ring and George Chip advises him to get out, Zevon lifts Dalgo up and hits a snap suplex on him as Mick exits the ring, he then grabs Dalgo's leg and flips over him snapping his leg down stretching it out, Zevon gets up and does it again causing Dalgo's knee to touch on his face as he stretches it out , Zevon gets up and grabs onto the ankle yet again this time pulling it toward him hard a few times and then dropping his elbow right into the knee joint before scissoring his ankle and wrenching down with pressure, Adder jumps in and Zevon releases the hold to get up in time and hit an inverted atomic drop, Adder dances around a bit as Zevon hits the ropes and hits a leaping calf kick across the jaw Adder hits the mat hard and Dalgo get back up hobbling as Zevon catches up to him and hits a chop block right to the front of his leg

FP: And look at this, Zevon one upping Mick some as he's taking on both members now.

Adder gets back to his feet and Zevon boots him in the gut before lifting him up in the air and spiking him down with the Dramatic Zeffect, Adder lays motionless as Zevon moves over and tags in Cormac, he then drags Dalgo over to the ropes and crotches him as he slides out to the floor, Cormac watches Zevon for a moment as he crosses Dalgo's legs and applies a cornerpost figure four, Dalgo cries out in agony as Mick waits for Adder to get back to his feet, Adder stumbles toward Mick who boots him in the gut and nails the EIS before going for the cover

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!

Mick gets up from his nonchalant cover and Zevon releases the hold as he gets up and begins walking back up the ramp as the bell rings

SS: Here are your winners, the team of Mick Cormac and JR Zevon!

FP: They made short work out of Manos Del Muerte in there.

VM: Absolute domination from the two Heavyweight title contenders.

Barbaro shakes his head as he rolls into the ring and tends to his partners while Mick jumps out of the ring and runs after Zevon nailing him with a clubbing blow to the back

FP: Woah! And it appears Mick is ready to get this started now.

Mick swings Zevon around and begins peppering him with rights and lefts, Zevon blocks a shot and takes him down with an armbar takedown, Mick clutches at his elbow but gets back to his feet, Zevon tries to lock in the Extra Crispy but Mick dodges it and swings Zevon around hitting a boot to the gut, he goes for the EIS but Zevon drops down off the ramp and walks away

FP: Both men almost go their finishers off, but Zevon ended the confrontation early.

VM: These two are ready to tear each other apart, but unfortunately the time for that isn't now.

Mick watches as Zevon walks away, he curses him and then heads up the ramp himself as the scene fades

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And we open up with Stephie Campbell. She’s looking her good-looking self in jeans and a T-shirt of some underground band you’ve probably never heard of.

She’s also standing next to El Gran Bàrbaro, not too much shorter than he is but half the width, if that.

Nearby, Death Adder is standing with his arms folded across his chest, and Hidealgo 19 is glowering off into the distance.

Campbell: Right, so I’m here with the Manos del Muerte. Guys, after a much anticipated debut, you lost your debut match here in POW New England. Any comments?

Bàrbaro doesn’t move, but Hidealgo quits staring at nothing and struts over next to Stephie, stopping uncomfortably close.

Hidealgo: Comments? You want comments? Hey, pretty chica, why waste time on comments?

Campbell: Um, excuse me…

She sidesteps. Hidealgo side steps with her.

Hidealgo: Where you goin’?

Campbell: I’m just trying for an interview. Not… this! Get off!

Death Adder walks over and pushes Hidealgo out of the way.

Adder: My apologies, Miss Campbell. To answer your initial question, we’re disappointed.

Campbell: Why?

Adder: Why not? Who wants to lose? Who wants to see their chance at an undefeated run fly away the second they arrive?

Campbell: So, what do you think happened?

Hidealgo: I’ll TELL you what happened! You know how it says, we’ve got two managers? Electric Head and Luz Rojo? You notice that they’re not here? Well here’s why – cos we had Visa troubles! We barely made it! I was wrestling on three hours sleep! This ain’t right! I mean, JR Zevon decides to mess around, get the word out that we’re illegals or some shit like that, I mean, DAMN! And then we lost cos I only got 3 hours of sleep because the big guy snores so loud he nearly knocked the plane out of flight! D-A, I don’t know how you managed it…

Adder: I didn’t sleep. I meditated.

Hidealgo: At any rate…

Adder again shoves Hidealgo out of the way.

Adder: What he was assuredly going to say is – Zevon and Cormac won. They, and everyone else, had better enjoy that, because we don’t plan to make a habit of it.

Campbell: So, loss or no, what are your plans as of now?

Bàrbaro reaches out and, surprisingly gently for a person of his size and temperament, takes Stephie’s wrist, guiding the microphone towards him.

Bàrbaro: FIGHT.

He turns and leaves. Adder and Hidealgo know their cue and follow him, Hidealgo stopping to wink at Stephie – causing Adder to grab him by the hair and drag him off camera.

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Your Blood is My Viagra, the cryptic words fill the arena as Nightkillers song blares over the sound system and he and Eric White step out onto the stage, the crowd begin to stand up and immediately turn on the man they see coming through the curtain, but Nightkiller avoids them as he and Eric head down the aisle, Eric seems to be giving Nightkiller a last minute pep talk as they head toward the ring

SS: The following contest is the first blood match where the only way to win is to draw first blood on your opponent, introducing first, from parts uknown, weighing in at 240 pounds and being lead to the ring by his manager Eric White, he is NIGHTKILLER!!!

Nightkiller gives a final word to Eric who takes his place at ringside and Killer hops up onto the apron and climbs into the ring, just then "Death Knell for Paper Children" by Soiled Doves plays over the p.a. as Toro Verde comes through the curtain and the crowd gets to their feet and begin going nuts, Toro plays it up for them and then holds up his fists which are wrapped in tape rather than being covered by gloves, Toro powerwalks down the ramp and removes his vest on the way dropping it on the ramp itself

SS: And his opponent, from Monterrey, Mexico, weighing in at 215 pounds, "Toro Verde" Enrique ALVAREZ!!!

Toro slides quickly into the ring and gets up to his feet staring directly at his opponent

FP: One thing for sure folks, no matter who wins or who loses in this match, we are definitely going to see blood!

VM: And in that context, we all come out winners.

the bell rings and Toro takes the fight right to Nightkiller smashing his taped fist right into Killer's face, Eric White pounds on the apron at ringside and Nightkiller throws a knee to the gut to stop Toro's advances, Killer hoists him up by his underarms and tosses him back into the corner Nightkiller mounts the middle buckle and begins driving heavy fists down into the masked forehead of Enrique

VM: Good thing he wears a light colored mask, we'll know when he's cut open.

FP: And if Nightkiller keeps getting away with punches like that it won't be long.

Toro shoves Nightkiller off but Nightkiller jumps right back up and continues punching him, he then leans down and begins gnawing on Toro's forehead, Toro shoves him off again this time putting his leg out and Nightkiller crotches himself across Toro's shin, Nightkiller dances around a bit holding his crotch as Toro charges forward and hits a spinning heel kick right into Nightkiller's face, he then mounts him and once again begins blasting him with right hands, Nightkiller reaches up and rakes his face before rolling over and retaking control punching him again and again, Toro then reaches up and scissors Nightkillers arm locking him in a cross arm breaker, Nightkiller however refuses to go down as he lifts him up with arm arm and carrys him to the corner, he then swings him like a tennis racket and slams him head first into the bottom turnbuckle, the ref gets down close and checks for blood

FP: That may have done it already Val.

The ref waves it off and Nightkiller slides down and begins throttling Toro in the corner, Nightkiller then gets up and holds him down with his foot before bootwashing him, he then bootwashes him again and then charges off the farside and comes back with a knee right to Toro's face, Nightkiller hits the ropes and charges in for another one but Toro slips out onto the apron and Nightkiller crashes into the buckles, he staggers back and Toro springs up to the top rope before coming off with a seated senton riding Nightkiller all the way to the mat, he jumps back on him with punches but Eric White reaches under the ring and pulls out a metal trash can and tosses it into the ring, Toro is distracted long enough for Nightkiller to knee him in the crotch and flip him off of him, Nightkiller gets back to his feet and dives for the can but Toro slides into it with a dropkick knocking it out of the way, but Nightkiller begins putting the boots to Toro instead driving the heel of his foot right into Toro's face, if not for Toro having his arms up this would surely end the match, Nightkiller ceases his attack and goes after the can again, but Toro reaches uout and grabs his ankles tripping him up

FP: Nightkiller wants the weapon and Toro is determined not to let him have it.

VM: That's the thing about this type of matchup, any one move could end it so you have to be on your guard at all times.

Toro then scrambles for the trashcan but Nightkiller jumps on his back and begins ripping and tearing at his mask, Toro bucks him off and rolls out under the bottom rope, he hops up to the top and as Nightkilelr gets to his feet he comes off with a missle dropkick right into Nightkillers mug, the ref drops down to check him but Nightkiller still hasn't shed a drop, Toro hits the ropes and comes off with a headscissors snapping Nightkiller down to the mat, he then moves over and grabs the can lifting it up and tossing the lid to the side, Killer gets up and throws an elbow to the gut, Toro drops the can and Killer goes for the lid, he grabs it and swings it overhead but Toro ducks down and crawls through Nightkillers legs grabbing the can on the other side, as Nightkiller turns around he places the can over his head covering most of the upper part of his body, Toro then leaps up and dropkicks the can around the area of Nightkillers face

FP: Oh, that did it for sure.

the ref goes to remove the can but Toro stops him, he then springs off the middle rope, twists in mid-air and comes down with a senton across Nightkillers head again, the ref removes the can and Nightkiller rolls over onto his stomach

VM: Damn, I didn't get a good look!

FP: I don't think the ref did either.

the ref tries to look at Nightkillers face but he forces his head to stay down, Toro jumps on Nightkillers back and grabs two handfuls of hair and pulls back lifting his face up, the ref waves it off as there is no blood and Toro is livid, he pulls Nightkiller up and hooks him in a DDT position, he then walks to the corner and jumps up to the middle rope, however as he swings around for the tornado Nightkiller shoves him off and he lands sternum first into the now flattened trash can, Toro recoils and goes into the fetal position as Nightkiller digs in his pants and produces a loaded glove, he slips it over his right hand and waits for Toro to get up, Toro gets to his feet and dodges a mighty Haymaker by rolling off to the side, he grabs the lid of the trash can as he gets up and tosses it like a frisbee right into Nightkillers gut, the lid drops noisily in the corner and Toro grabs him and jumps up to the middle rope again, this time he swings around and posts Nightkiller with a Tornado DDT right into the trashcan lid!

FP: Good god!

VM: Damn Fletch, that echoed all throughout the arena here.

the ref checks and once again there is no blood on Nightkillers face

FP: Ah you've gotta be kidding me!

Toro gets into a low stance and waits for Nightkiller to get up, he does holding onto his head and then Toro grabs the can lid, he tosses it to Nightkiller who catches it, Toro then charges forward and attempts the Two-Step, but Nightkiller ducks it and Toro crashes and burns to the mat landing face first, Toro gets up on his hands and knees but is immediately dropped again as Nightkiller moves in and slams the can down onto the back of Toro's head, he tosses the lid to the side and lifts Toro up, Nightkiller gestures with the cuthroat sign and then hits the Killer Cutter, the crowd begins booing madly as Nightkiller stands looking down on Toro, Eric White then hops up onto the apron and produces a knife from a holster hooked to his belt, he hands it off to Nightkiller who looks at it with some kind of longing

FP: Ok, this is a bit much don't ya think Val?

VM: Yeah, I know this is a first blood match and all but a knife is taking it to a level it shouldn't have to go.

Nightkiler rolls Toro over with his boot and jumps on top of him, he rips a hole in Toro's mask right around his forehead and then raises the knife high in the air, some of the more sick fans begin to while most beg for Nightkiller not to do it or scream out catcalls calling him a dirty bastard and things like that, Killer then brings the knife down and tries to grind the edge down into Toro's exposed forehead, however Toro puts his hands up and fights with all of his remaining strength to keep the blade away, suddenly the crowd begins to cry out and cheer as the behemoth Jay Mason hops over the security railing with a thick length of chain wrapped around his arm, he hops up onto the apron and steps over the top rope, he runs to the brutal scene and grabs Nightkiller by the hair lifting him up, he spins him around and Nightkiller swipes at him with the knife but he dodges and then clobbers him with his chain wrapped arm right to his face

FP: This has turned into a damn crime scene!

VM: What the hell is that big palooka doing here?!

blood begins to flow freely out of Nightkillers forehead and the referee calls for the bell, Jay drops the chain down on the mat and lifts Nightkiller up placing his head between his legs he then hoists Nightkiller up and drives him down with the Bronx Bomber, Nightkiller hits the mat awkwardly and recoils sickly, Jay then picks up the chain and wraps it around Nightkillers neck, he strangles Nightkiller with all the strength in his arms and then drags him toward the ropes, he loops the chain through the ropes and effectively hangs Nightkiller up, Killers feet kick at the ground as he tries to lower himself and relieve the pressure on his throat, Jay steps back over the top rope, leaving the scene of gore behind as he hops back over the guard rail and heads back through the crowd, meanwhile referee Scott Prado is raising Toro Verde's hand and Shane Sommers is making the victory official

SS: Ladies and gentlemen, due to drawing first blood the winner of this contest is "Toro Verde" Enrique Alvarez!!!

Shane rolls his R's in all the right places and Toro hops out of the ring not bothering to even take another look at Nightkiller

FP: Jay Mason has destroyed Nightkiller here tonight.

VM: And sent a very clear message that he's not to be messed with ya know?

ring attendants swarm the ring to try and untie Nightkiller as Toro heads back up the rampway leaving this challenge behind and the scene fades

[randalllovejoy]

"The Final Countdown" by Europe kicks up on the p.a., Combat Soldier is through the curtain first tailed by his teammates Phillip Owen Weiss and David Hilt, as they get halfway down the ramp "I Want it All" by Queen replaces Soldier's theme song, the trio continue their way down the ramp

SS: The following six man tag team match is scheduled for one fall, introducing team number one, at a total combined weight of 748 lbs., the team of Combat Soldier, David Hilt, and Phillip Owen Weiss!!!

"Fragile" by Lacuna Coil begins to play next as the three man team get into the ring at various points

FP: Here we go, a Six Man Tag with a lot of ramifications.

VM: The winning team will face off for the mid atlantic title, the losing team, will face off for the number one contendership for the same title.

"Closer" by Nine Inch Nails kicks up on the p.a. next, Orge Lambart comes through the curtain, way ahead of his partners who follow him through the curtain, as they get halfway down the ramp "Soul on Fire" by HIM replaces the NIN tune

SS: And their opponents, at a total combined weight of 695 lbs. the team of Orge Lambart, Takeshi Tanahashi, and Eddie Buchalini Jr.

"Tarzan Boy" by Baltimora comes on as they make it to ringside, three men fan out around the ring and S'ven takes his place in Orge's corner, Combat Soldier stands in his teams corner ready for action, POW and David Hilt gesture toward him as if they're gonna argue but when they notice the look of absolute focus on his face, they decide against it, Combat walks to the center of the ring, and Eddie Buchalini Jr. steps through the ropes to begin the match, George Chip calls for the bell

FP: And it seems Eddie Buchalini Jr. is gonna be the brave soul to start up this match with Soldier.

VM: Oh it's a gutsy move alright, just not a very smart one.

Eddie gets into a fighting stance and approaches Combat, who holds out his hand gesturing for Eddie to stop, Combat just stands their for a moment with his arm outstretched, he then turns his open hand into a closed one with one finger pointing, Combat then moves that one finger slowly to the side pointing directly at Orge Lambart, the crowd goes ballistic, it seems everyone in the building wants to see these two lock horns, Eddie gives him the finger and then slaps himself on the chest, Soldier then turns his head slowly and stares Orge down

FP: It seems to me that Combat Soldier has already made up his mind as to who he wants to face to open this contest.

VM: He needs to get over this tunnel vision and focus on the man in the ring, Eddie's a UWC hall of famer!

Eddie charges at Combat out of frustration, but Combat refuses to change his gaze or drop his arm, as Eddie gets near Combat throws a hard forearm with his opposite arm right across Eddie's mandible, Eddie goes down and slides across the ring from the momentum of his run, Takeshi then vaults into the ring and charges at Combat who nails him with a big boot to the chest never taking his eyes or his finger away from Orge, Takeshi rolls out of the ring to the floor and takes his spot on the apron, Eddie gets back up and moves around in front of Soldier again, Soldier continues to gesture and then exclaims I want him, Eddie shakes his head and moves toward Combat again Combat finally moves and grabs Eddie under the arms and tosses him back into the corner, I WANT HIM!, meanwhile Takeshi drops to the floor again and walks around to the opposite side of the ring, he slides back in and creeps up behind Combat, Eddie tags Orge and the crowd goes nuts again as we're gonna see them face-off, as Orge stands in the corner Takeshi runs up behind Combat and dropkicks him in the back of the leg dropping him to one knee, Takeshi jumps back out to avoid heckling from the ref, and Orge quickly tags Eddie back in, Eddie steps in and moves toward Combat where he begins raining down heavy right hands into Combat's face, Combat shoves him off and gets back to his feet and Eddie moves ahead with a few shin kicks to the leg, Combat reels back hobbling a little and Eddie pursues him with more punches, and then he snap suplexes him to the mat, Eddie doesn't give Soldier even a moment as he moves in and applies a standing leg lock

FP: This is a different approach to Soldier, keep him grounded, and hurt one of his wheels.

VM: Probably better than letting him run around like a maniac.

Eddie drags Combat to his corner still holding onto the leg and he makes the tag to Takeshi, Takeshi steps in and hits a few kicks to the leg before applying the same standing leg lock, Soldier begins to fight trying to free his leg, he finally begins to roll over multiple times and Takeshi loses his grip, and Soldier rolls near the ropes and gets to his feet, he hobbles around a bit and Takeshi is on him quickly with knife edge chops across his broad chest, Soldier is unaffected by the chops and he headbutts Takeshi in the face, Takeshi stumbles back and Soldier follows after him, but Takeshi drops down and dropkicks him in the leg again, Combat goes down facefirst and Takeshi grabs his leg again and drags him back to the corner tagging in Eddie

FP: Trying to keep a fresh man in here.

VM: Not to mention they're not letting Combat get on the offensive at all.

Eddie grabs the leg from Takeshi and drops a big elbow right into the quad muscle, he gets back to his feet and does it again and Combat makes no sound just grits his teeth and tries to fight out, Eddie gets up a third time and drags Combat over to the ropes, he places Soldiers' leg on the middle strand, he then springs off of it and cannonballs down across Combats' leg, Combat tries to pull his leg away, but Eddie sets it back up and cannonballs down on his knee again, Eddie then drags him out to the center of the ring and applies a figure four leg lock, Eddie continues to put the pressure on Combats knee, but Combat begins to power the two over, reversing the figure four, finally they roll over and Eddie begins screaming in pain as Combat does pushups to add pressure

FP: This is the shot Combat needs. He's got to get over and tag in one of his partners.

Takeshi jumps in the ring and springs off the ropes with a graceful moonsault across Combat's back, Combat collapses and Eddie rolls the hold back over, Combat turns his body awkwardly and digs his hands into the mat and begins to crawl dragging himself and Eddie toward his corner, Takeshi steps back in but too late as Combat reaches up and tags the hand of Phillip Owen Weiss, Mr. POW steps in dropkicking Takeshi as he gets near, he then turns and begins stomping the hell out of Eddie who can't release the hold as Combat Soldier forces him to keep it locked on

FP: Can you believe this, Soldier is willing to endure this hold even longer just so that Eddie can't get away.

Eddie finally is able to release the hold and POW lifts him up and hits a snap suplex, Eddie hits the mat hard and POW is on him with a rear chinlock, but Eddie works his way up to his feet quickly, reaching back and dropping down with a jawbreaker, POW stumbles back and Eddie follows him dropping him with a DDT, Eddie gets back to his feet but POW grabs him in an armbar and drags him over to his corner where he tags in David Hilt

FP: David Hilt seeing his first action.

Hilt steps in and POW lifts up his arm, Hilt hits a hard kick to the ribs of Buchalini who doubles over, Hilt then takes the arm and twists it before whipping him off the far side and hitting a big spine buster on the return, David Hilt makes the cover, but Takeshi breaks it up before the ref can even start the count, this gives Eddie time to move to his corner and tag in Orge Lambart, Orge hits a knee to the gut and then clubs him a few times hard across the neck, Orge lifts him up and scoop slams him to the mat, Orge then hits the ropes and lands a big leg drop across the face, and makes the cover

ONE...

TWO...

the count is broken up by a hobbling Combat Soldier, Orge looks up into the face of Soldier and he reels backwards away from him, but the ref gets in between the two and instructs Soldier to get back on the apron, Orge lifts Hilt up but Hilt breaks the hold and begins landing heavy blows on Orge, Hilt grabs onto Orge, but Orge knees him in the groin unbeknownst to the ref, he then spits in Hilts face before lifting him up with a spinning back drop, Orge lifts him up again and gouges at his face backing him up against the ropes, the ref calls for the break but Hilt forearms Orge in the face over the refs shoulder, Orge charges back at him with a clothesline but Dave ducks it and hits an STO out of nowhere, David falls over to his corner and tags in Phillip Owen Weiss again, Weiss hits the ring just as Orge gets back to his feet and POW runs up behind him and hits a running bulldog, POW waits for Orge to get back up and then he hits a bridging german suplex but neglects to make the cover and instead he gets to his feet and climbs through the ropes and up to the top turnbuckle

FP: I'm not so sure this is a bright idea from Mr. POW.

S'ven jumps up on the apron and pulls POW's foot out from under him, POW comes down hard on his side across the top turnbuckle and he ends up sprawled out on the ring apron, he picks himself back up and Orge aproaches, POW ducks under the middle rope and hits a shoulder to the gut doubling him over, POW then slingshots over Orge, but rather than go for the sunset flip he rolls through and dives to tag in the Combat Soldier, the corwd goes nuts again as Soldier steps into the ring, and Orge bails to his corner tagging in Takeshi Tanahashi

FP: And it certainly appears that Orge Lambart wants nothing to do with Combat Soldier tonight.

VM: And Takeshi has the unfortunate task of dealing with the Combat Soldier now.

Takeshi grabs onto his arm and begins hitting mini chops to the neck, Soldier shrugs him off and whips him off the ropes hitting a tackle on the return, Soldier hits the opposite side and Takeshi rolls over but Combat stops in his tracks and hits the Nuclear Destroyer splash right across his back Eddie Buchalini hits the ring next and he jumps on Combat with rights and lefts, but Combat counters by lifting him up in the air and over his head for a Soldier Press, Orge jumps into the ring and hits a low blow to Combat while he's got Eddie over his head, Mr. POW and David Hilt hit the ring as well

FP: And the order has disintegrated in this one.

Eddie gets up quickly and snaps off a quick E-Kick to the jaw of Combat who hits the mat and rolls out to the floor, not to be out done David Hilt moves in on Eddie and hits him with the Crossguard, Eddie clutches at his back and rolls toward the ropes, David doesn't get much time to celebrate however as Takeshi charges forward and hits a running knee kick to the chest of David Hilt, Hilt doubles over coughing in the corner as Mr. POW comes up behind Takeshi and nails him with the Society Slam, Takeshi rolls over multiple times and lays sprawled under the ropes, but Mr. POW doesn't get a chance to breathe as Orge lifts him up and spikes him down with the Org Ta Driver, Orge drops down for the cover

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!

FP: Orge stole it! That opportunistic...

VM: Woah, woah Fletch, I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you, he might here ya.

Orge doesn't celebrate with his team as he heads up the rampway and through the curtain as Eddie and Takeshi look on confused

FP: Whether we like it or not, the team of Orge Lambart, Eddie Buchalini Jr. and Takeshi Tanahashi are going to be competing with each other for the Mid-Atlantic Title at Big Bang!

VM: And it doesn't seem like any of them got along too well this week anyway, so it shouldn't be much of a problem for them to turn against one another next Sunday.

Combat Soldier pounds the mat in frustration having missed his chance of getting his hands on Orge, he looks at his partners in disgust and then sprints up the runway

FP: Well folks, our boss Mr. Lovejoy has some words for us, but we'll see you next weeek.

VM: Yeah good night.

FP: And we'll see you next week for Big Bang!

scene fades

[randalllovejoy]

the camera cuts back to Lovejoy's office where he is leaning on his desk, he looks up at the camera with a big grin on his face

Mr. Lovejoy: Alright everyone, it's been one hell of a night, and I know you're all tired, but I wanted to make a few announcements about Big Bang! Which in case you all forgot is next Sunday live from the Cabot Center in Boston Mass.

the crowd can be heard going nuts in the background

Mr. Lovejoy: First off, we all saw how the situation between Mick Cormac and JR Zevon excalated here tonight. And because these two are so eager to get at each other i'm making sure that noone gets involved with our money match at Big Bang! Therefore next Sunday at Big Bang!, I am banning everyone from ringside. If anyone gets involved in this match, and I mean anyone, Eric White, Nightkiller, myself, President Bush, Derrick Jeter, anyone, there will be very serious ramifications. Ramifications so bad, that I'm not even sure what they are yet.

As it pertains to the match you just witnessed. Congratulations to Orge Lambart, Eddie Buchalini Jr. and Takeshi Tanahashi. Gentlemen it was a mess in that six man tag team affair, and you guys had problems co-existing all week long, but you managed to walk out with a victory. And we all know what that means for you. The three of you will be facing off against each other in a triple threat match for the Mid-Atlantic Championship.

But don't fret, Combat Soldier, David Hilt, and Phillip Owen Weiss. Even though the three of you came up short tonight. You wil facing each other as well in yet another triple threat match, and whomever wins that will face the champion himself on the May 20th edition of our weekly event.

Speaking of Nightkiller earlier. As I said last week, this whole Nightkiller situation has got to be rectified. Now I personally feel that we have some closer between Killer and Toro Verde now that they've gotten to duke it out in that first blood match. However, the complications between Nightkiller and Jay Mason have now escalated. I said last week that they need tending to, and I'm taking care of that now. A while back Jay Mason challenged Nightkiller to a New York Alley Match. And I am granting them this match. They will meet in an alley way in the Bronx, and they will be linked together by a six foot length of chain. The only way to win this match is to toss your opponent into a dumpster and close the lid. This will be a violent affair, a contest where you will not be able to get away, and where the sole survivor will be the victor.

In a shocking bit of news, something that I'm very excited about. Macros Vitruvious has returned from his *ahem* hiatus, and he has decided to return to the New England territory to avoid anymore altercation between his manager Riley and Tito Capaci. We're very happy to have him here in the New England territory, and I have the perfect opponent for him in his debut match for New England brand. You see a certain Mid West POW superstar is very interested in working both brands at the same time. And after him requesting to be booked on a New England card soon, I've decided to book him against none other than Macros. So next Sunday, Macros will face off against none other than Josh Eagles!!!

the crowd goes nuts yet again at the blockbuster match just made

My final bit of business is the undercard, there're a lot of hungry guys here in the New England territory, and I have every intention of giving them their chance to shine. Therefore next Sunday I will be offering a gut check trophy to the winner of a gauntlet match. Winning this match and that trophy will definitely see some clearer paths to the main event opening up for the victor. Participants in this match will include guys like Toro Verde, Buddy "Love" Johansson, Judith Orestes, Trent Hudson, John Anthony, all three members of Manos Del Muerte, Jack Greaves and Brad Armstrong. As I've said, all of these competitors are hungry to prove themselves, I'm merely giving them the stage with which to do it on.

Big Bang! is easily shaping up to be the biggest night of this territories short existence. champions will be crowned, grudges will be settled, and new stars will rise. I'm very excited and stressed, believe me, about this coming event. And if you're going to be in Boston, Mass on May sixth, I urge you not to miss it.

Until then, I hope you have enjoyed the things you've see tonight. And I hope to see you in Boston next Sunday. Goodnight everyone!

the camera pans back away from Mr. Lovejoy and then the scene fades out

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