Over in Dover

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the camera pans around the open air hangar, the servicemen and women in the crowd are going absolutely nuts as they know the show is about to begin

FP: Hello everyone and welcome to the Dover Air Force Base in beautiful Dover, Delaware! We've got a huge night of action ahead of us as we find out tonight who will go Over in Dover!

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Air Force soldiers surround the ring and receive big time cheers from their fellow mates as they try to get them riled up for the Mid-Atlantic Championship Match

FP: Here we go, Hilt and Buchalini Jr. are ready to get the ball rolling here and the bell rings for this Mid-Atlantic Championship match!

VM: Look at these servicemen out here Fletch, they're loving this event, and the ones surrounding the ring are loving their participation in it.

FP: Hilt is out of the blocks fast as he is beating the hell out of Buchalini in the corner.

VM: Buchalini is trying to get his arms up in the way but it seems to be fruitless as Hilt is unrelenting in there and OH! slams his head right into the buckle.

FP: Hilt now running him across the ring and drives head into the other buckle, and again into the third corner and I've got no doubt that he will.....yes, complete the four corner shots as he rams his head hard into the fourth and final buckle knocking the champion for a loop. Buchalini now back to his feet and leaning up against the ropes, and Hilt clotheslines him over the top into the waiting arms of our servicemen here around ringside.

VM: And they're wasting no time picking the champ up and dumping his carcass back in there.

FP: Hilt back on the offensive as he knocks him down with another clothesline and follows it up with a hard elbow. Buchalini now trying to roll out of the ring but the lumberjacks are keeping him from making it to the floor.

VM: They're doing their job out there, and I give them kudos for it.

FP: Buchalini back up and he gets driven to the mat with a hard spinebuster and this time he manages to get out of the ring and he's trying to catch a breather.

VM: No no, he's trying to walk right out of here!

FP: The lumberjacks however have him and they toss him right back in. Buchalini is up and jaw jacking at the lumberjacks, he does not seem happy at all about this. He turns and finds himself right in position for the CROSSGUARD!!! He covers, ONE!, TWO! THREE! David Hilt has become the Mid-Atlantic Champion! He's finally gotten the monkey off his back that is Eddie Buchalini Jr.

VM: Big win for him here and he seems very pleased as he celebrates with his new title belt and the servicemen at ringside.

FP: Great way to kick off the show, and i'm sure there's more to come.

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The crowd waits in the stands with overflowing anticipation. In every seat, an Air Force man or woman, donned in a clean-cut uniform, desert cameos, or a fighter jumpsuit, waits for the show to start. The lights suddenly start to fade and the crowd begins to rise, knowing the time has come. “Voodoo Child” by Jimmy Hendrix kicks up on the P.A. system and the crowd erupts. A barrage of different color light beams shine over the ring, ramp, stage, and crowd. It is as if the whole place has been warped to the end of the rainbow.

Out from behind the curtain, Buddy Love comes racing out on a small, green moped. His tie-dyed bathrobe, the only thing he is wearing, flutters behind him as he guns it down the ramp. The black-boxed trailer weaves back and forth behind the racing moped. After a few laps around the ring, Buddy pilots the moped back up to the stage and leaves the trailer in the middle of it. He guns the moped back down the ramp and parks it in front of the ring. Buddy hops off the moped and rolls into the ring. After a few poses on the turnbuckles, the music fades and is replaced by loud “Buddy! Buddy! Buddy!” chant. Buddy grabs the microphone and stands in the center of the ring.

“Welcome, to another fine edition of Buddy’s Gone Wild!” Buddy shouts into the mic and the crowd pops with another “Buddy” chant.

“We are live! Right here, in the middle of Dover Air Force Base in the great state of Delaware!” Buddy shouts with the “Buddy Jesus” look. The crowd roars even louder.

“Now….. right here…….. in front of the thousands of our finest men and women that patrol the skies above our great country!” The crowd pops again.

“And for the millions watching across the globe……ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages…… From the host with the most……” Buddy winks to an airwoman in the front row. “Let’s get ready to party!” The crowd roars.

“To start us off, one of your very own, Miss Elizabeth Murray, a tech-sergeant first class from right here in Delaware…..” The crowd pops. “Will grace us with her beautiful, gorgeous, succulent, stunning, and very kissable lips with the singing of our national anthem.” The crowd pops as a rather attractive, uniformed woman, enters the ring and takes out a mic.

“And the home…….of the….. brave!” The crowd roars as the last note is finished. For over the minute, the airmen and airwoman chant “USA” as loud as they can go.

“That was just…… beautiful…….. How about I take you back to my Winnebago for a ‘private audition’?” Buddy emphasizes the quotation marks with his fingers, and gets the young attractive officer holding a balled-up fist to his face as a reply. The crowd laughs as Buddy slowly backs away.

“Well then….how about we get this party rocking? If you would please, fine gentlemen and lovely ladies of our audience; draw your attention to under your seats. A present, from your host.” Everybody reaches under their seats to find a wine cooler and a string of beads taped to the bottom stands or chairs. The crowd roars and starts the “Buddy” chant again.

“Now, with every single one of you with a drink and a set of beads….. without further ado……. Welcome! To Over in Dover!” Buddy shouts.

The crowd roars as music kicks back onto the P.A. system. Buddy pulls out a pistol from under his bathrobe that has a barrel that is over four feet long. The Over in Dover theme song grows louder as Buddy takes aim at the trailer left parked at the top of the stage. He fires a shot, and the recoil from his pistol sends him toppling over the ropes to the outside of the ring. The large flash of light cuts through the air and the trailer explodes. A barrage of fireworks engulfs the stage and the air above the stands. It is as if a battle has broken out in the middle of the base. The fireworks rock the stands as a wide variety of them explode in the air. The awesome spectacle of colors and explosions truly announces its time to party hard and start the mayhem that will be Over in Dover.

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FP: Eagles and Tanahashi are ready for their rematch as Jay Grooms calls for the bell. And Tanahashi is out on the floor and he doesn't seem like he wants to get in there with Eagles who is fired up for this one.

VM: Tanahashi is looking to come up with a strategy here, and if I were Eagles, I wouldn't give him the luxury.

FP: Well you hit the nail on the head, here he comes and OH MY! A plancha over the top and to the floor crashing down on the unsuspecting Tanahashi. Eagles rolls him back in and hits a slingshot into a senton right down on the chest of his prone opponent.

VM: Eagles is a very exciting guy to watch, even if he is a jerk.

FP: Well so are you, and people seem to like you anyway for some reason.

VM: Don't ever question the people Fletch. They know who the top guys are, it just so happens that I carry our little team here at the announcer table.

FP: Whatever you say partner and Eagles is now pounding away at the downed Tanahashi and he hits the ropes again and nails a basement dropkick, which set Tanahashi very nicely in the corner.

VM: And you know what this means, Eagles already has it in mind it seems too as he's climbing up to the top as we speak.

FP: And he comes off with none other than the Sweet Sacrifice, what beauty on that move, as he moves into the cover.

VM: It's academic from here ONE!, TWO!, and THREE! and Tanahashi loses this one before it even got started.

FP: Well bravo to Josh Eagles who has turned the tides by winning the rematch here with a very aggressive showing against Takeshi Tanahashi.

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“It is going to be a hell of a night….” Randall Lovejoy declares to himself as he relaxes in his office with his legs on his desk and his chair arched back.

“You wanted to see me sir?” The stunning Stephie Campbell walks into Lovejoy’s office in her hugging blue jeans and tight American Flag t-shirt.

“Why yes I do Miss Campbell….” Lovejoy immediately puts his feet down, fixes his posture, and straightens his suit.

“How are you tonight sir?” Miss Campbell asks as she sits on the corner of his desk.

“How many times do I have to tell you? I prefer it if you call me Randall darling.” Lovejoy corrects with a smile.

“Haven’t you heard of the rule against management dating co-workers that aren’t management?” She smirks back.

“I can demote myself if you like?”

“No, I think that’s fine Randall…..”

“That’s better… I’m in a wonderful mood tonight Stephie. I hope you don’t mind me calling you by your first name. You are looking mighty fine in that t-shirt. I’m thinking you should take it off and wave it like a flag in here.”

“The problem is, there isn’t a flagpole in here…..”

“Sure there is……..”

“But not a flagpole large enough to fly my shirt as a flag should be flown.”

“I’m sure I can find one that is just the right size.” Lovejoy leans in and smiles.

“Anyways……. How’s the show looking?”

“It’s going to be one hell of an exciting night. We are going to show that POW New England is a force to be reckoned with.”

“It is alright Randall, I don’t mind. It is going to be a great night for the troops here tonight. Especially with Buddy running around like its Mardi gras.”

“Here’s hoping Buddy gets enough girls a little tipsy and eager to dance for them. But I’ll settle for one girl.

“One girl?”

“Oh yes…… one girl I know…..”

“Is she your sister?”

“No, no no no…….”

“I see…. I better head off. I got an interview with Zevon before the main event.”

“I can’t wait for the main event I strung together. FDCM is going to have a hand full with Zevon tonight. Although, I think every match is worthy of being out there tonight.”

“It is going to be interesting to see who comes out on top.”

“On top? I’m hoping someone is on top……”

“Hopefully its not one of the fellows.”

“Who you going to the party with?”

“I don’t know yet……”

“Oh? How could such a stunning lady like yourself not have a date for the party?”

“Nobody has asked me…..”

“Well that’s not cool.”

“I know……”

“Well how about I take you? You know I always wanted to take you out on a date.”

“I don’t know…… I thought you had a date with your dancing sister?”

“Come on now…. What do you say?”

“Hmmmmm…… I don’t know……” Stephie slides a little closer to Lovejoy.

“I’m sure a pretty girl like yourself wouldn’t mind being at a party with me…….” Lovejoy leans close to Stephie.

“Well, since you put it that way…….” Suddenly Buddy Love bursts through the door in his tie-dyed bathrobe and wine coolers in each hand.

“Let’s party!!!!!!!!” Buddy shouts and starts chugging the wine coolers.

“Buddy!” Lovejoy barks as Buddy hops onto Lovejoy’s desk.
“Big Norm! Hit the music!” Big Norm runs up in his white tank-top, green sweatpants and his Nike’s with a boom box over his shoulder.

“Wooooooohoooooo!” Buddy shouts as the dance music fills the office and Buddy swings his hips around.

“Jesus Buddy! Put that thing away!” Lovejoy orders.

“Huh?” Buddy looks down to see that his rope has come open.

“Wow……….” Stephie squeaks out.

“Whoops…… looks like Little Buddy wanted to say hello.” Buddy chuckles, hops off the desk, and rewraps his robe.

“Buddy, I’m busy at the moment……..” Lovejoy begins.

“What? You knew this was coming……..” Buddy smiles as a good dozen bikini-clad women strut into the room.

“One girl? Doesn’t look like it….” Stephie smirks.

“No… wait a second…..” Lovejoy starts.

“I guess I’ll leave you to your ladies…..” Stephie starts to walk out.

“No wait!” Lovejoy shouts.

“Where’s the music?! Ladies…… let’s dance!” The music kicks up again and the girls start to dance around Lovejoy.

“I’ll see you later Randall…….” Stephie gives a quick wave as she leaves.

“Damn it Buddy……” Lovejoy sighs and sits back at the desk.

“Damn those English chicks are fine dames……..” Buddy stares at the empty doorway.

“I noticed……..” Lovejoy replies.

“Ah……. Those chicks from the land down under.” Buddy states.

“What?” Lovejoy looks up in surprise.

“Those English chicks, they are nuts. It’s that Foster’s dude……”

“What are you talking about?!” Lovejoy asks.

“Australia dude……. Those chicks get freaky from the land down under!”

“Buddy……” Lovejoy shakes his head.

“Down under? I know that song!” Big Norm shouts and puts a tape into the boom-box.

“Ah!!!!!!! Yeah baby!” Buddy shouts as Men at Work’s “Down Under” blares out from the speakers. “This song pleases me…….”

“Oh gosh……….” Lovejoy can only laugh from his chair as Buddy hands him a wine cooler and dances.

“From the land down under!!!!!!!!!!! Ladies……let’s move out! Lovejoy my friend, I will see you later tonight. Enjoy the show!” Buddy bows and leads the girls out of Lovejoy’s office.

“What was I thinking giving him enough wine coolers to supply the entire base for a year?” Lovejoy chuckles to himself as the scene cuts out.

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Fletcher Pierce: Oh yeah, time for some old class Roman action tonight!

Lights begin flashing sporadically as "The Final Countdown" plays over the sound system. The Combat Soldier runs through the curtain and directly to the ring in a full sprint. He gets into the ring and begins punching himself in the head to get fired up.

Shane Sommers: And hailing from parts unknown, weighing in at 250 pounds, THE COMBAT SOLDIER!

A low chilling note fills the arena blowing from the speakers before a drum beat can be heard in the distance building in volume on every pulse. Suddenly a series of horns start to blow a tune that would provoke fear even in the hearts of the most bravest of men, as the camera shift towards the entrance curtains we see that a haze of smoke has started to build up covering the curtain from view.

Shadows start to move behind the smoke and suddenly emerging from the smoke is Riley he takes a couple of paces down the ramp before pointing back towards the entrance as the theme song reaches the highest point of musical volume.

The horns start to play that tune once more as out of the smoke steps the man everyone was looking for...Macros. He stands at the top of the entrance ramp dressed in a red tunic and Lorica mainly made up of Plate armor. He closes his eyes listening to the beat of the drums letting the feeling of the battle wash over him before making his way down the ramp towards his battlefield for the night.

Macros steps up into the ring while his manager Riley rolls in gently across the canvas. Almost like clockwork the music lowers in volume once again just that chilling notes from the horns float around the arena as Macros begins to take of his Lorica and his tunic until he stands in the ring in his wrestling attire. As he listens to the music an almost calm look crosses Macro's face as he stares at his opponent placing that legendary black glove on his preferred right hand....

Shane Sommers: And his opponent, from god knows where and weighing in at 240 pounds...THE LEGION SOLDIER...MACROS!

Scott Prado calls for the bell to begin the match as Combat Soldier leaps up and starts laying into Macros with shot after shot, unrelenting in his punishment. Finally, when Macros has had enough, He blocks one of the shots and fires back with one of his own, knocking Combat solder back. Macros grips onto Combat Soldier's head and pulls him around, slamming him hard into the turnbuckle. Macros then proceeds to drive a couple of hard knees into Combat's midsection, buckling him over. Macros quickly grabs onto Combat's head and pulls him down in a DDT. Macros grabs onto Soldier's arm afterward and torques it around, locking in a fujiwara armbar. Combat Soldier screams out while Scott Prado checks on his status.

Val Mora: Macros holding nothing back tonight!

Fletcher Pierce: Definently, Combat Soldier can do nothing to stop this onslaught!

Combat Soldier finally, in his flailing, gets hold of the ropes accidentally and Macros releases the hold. Macros steps back as he allows Combat Soldier the time to get back to his feet and stretch out his arm. Macros folds his arms, waiting while the audience cheers him on. Macros unfolds his arms and advances on Combat Soldier. Soldier lets fly a hard chop, barely stopping Macros. Backing up, Combat Soldier delivers another hard chop that staggers his opponent and then drives another one home, forcing Macros to step back. Macros blocks a final chop and nails one of his own, dropping Combat Soldier to the mat with a thunk. Macros lifts Soldier to his feet and then brings him back down to the mat with an STO. Keeping the hold applied, Macros brings his leg up and pulls it over Soldier's head.

Val Mora: THE KOJI CLUTCH!

Fletcher Pierce: Don't see this very often. Can Combat Soldier withstand the move?

Combat Soldier lets out an inhuman wail of pain as he tries fruitlessly to get Macros to release the hold. The audience cheers for Macros as he grits his teeth, applying even more pressure. After long mintues, Combat Soldier taps his hand relentlessly on the mat, giving up to the unstoppable Macros.

Shane Sommers: (After the bell rings) And your winner, by submission...MACROS VITRUVIOUS!!!!

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The scene opens with “Voodoo Child” by Jimmy Hendrix fading off over the P.A. system. Buddy stands in the middle of the ring, still in only his tie-dyed bathrobe, eyeing the rocking crowd. The music finally fades off, and is replaced by a loud “Buddy” chant. Buddy struts around the ring, tossing out a few beads, and pumping up the crowd. Buddy finally brings the mic up to his lips with a big smile across his face.

“You guys having a hell of a time so far tonight?” Buddy shouts into the mic and gets an immediate roar from the crowd in response.

“It looks like Buddy is back in the ring after his trip to Lovejoy’s office Val.” Fletcher Pierce jokes.

“Hopefully that drunk put on some underwear. I heard Stephie had to vomit when she left.” Valentine Mora smirks.

“Either way Val, Buddy sure is having fun out there, and by the sounds of it, so are these airmen.”

“That is what I like to hear. That was a hell of a match we just had. I’m sure those guys are going to be sore tonight. No disrespect to those fellows, but I personally feel you guys are going to enjoy this a little bit more.” Buddy says with a smile as suddenly a rumble comes from up in the rafters.

“What the hell is that?” Val shouts as a large, square structure is slowly lowering into the ring.

“Lucky for you guys, I always have a few favors I can cash in on…..” Buddy gives a wink as the structure that resembles are trampoline makes its way down from above.

“Looks like Buddy is pulling a rabbit out of his hat…..” Fletcher comments as Buddy is forced to leave the ring as the trampoline sets down, filling the ring from ringpost to ringpost.

“What the hell is going to do with that? Hop into the crowd and body surf?” Val barks.

“I don’t know partner, but knowing Buddy, its going to be something special……..” Fletcher replies.

“Now…… for safety measures…..” Buddy shouts as he starts pumping up airbags around the ring.

“Safety measures?” Val asks.

“Well, you can’t be too careful……” Fletcher replies.

“That’s better.” Buddy climbs up to the apron and rolls onto the large trampoline.
“I knew it…… he’s totaling losing it….. Those winecoolers went straight to his head.” Val laughs as Buddy starts hoping around on the trampoline, drawing laughs from the crowd.

“Come on Val, I think Buddy needs some company up there. It’ll be fun….” Fletcher smirks.

“Wooohoooo…….. That’s fun…. But, I think we need to change the mood a bit……..Joel, how about a little help?” Suddenly, the lights dim to a mix of pink and purple, and suave, romantic music fills the P.A.

“Why do I have the feeling we just got zapped to an 80’s porno?” Val asks.

“Folks……um……you may want to put the children to bed for the time being……” Fletcher declares.

“Gentlemen of the audience……I proudly present to you…….girls on trampolines!” Buddy shouts into the mic.

“What the….” Val starts as suddenly a conga line of bikini glad women start walking toward the ring from the back.

“You have got to be kidding me……..” Fletcher says in surprise.

“Buddy is a freaking genius!” Val shouts, looking at the numerous attractive women climb onto the trampoline and start hoping up and down.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I have seen a lot of things in my day, but I never thought we could have this in a wrestling ring. Do you want to get on the trampoline now Val?” Fletcher smirks.

“Yah damn right I do!” Val shouts.

“I don’t think you could fit onto that trampoline now Val. Buddy has to have at least thirty girls on that thing.”

The isn’t a guy in the arena not tuned in now. Every man in the stands is in aw and cheering “Buddy! Buddy! Buddy!”. Buddy proudly struts around the ring and starts hurling pillows into the ring. The bikini clad women hop up and down while taking a pillow and hitting each other playfully. Bouncing, slim bodies and flying feathers fill the ring.

“Pillows? Why do we need pillows?” Fletcher ponders.

“Why not have pillows? I like pillow fights!” Val says with a smile.

“Buddy has thought of everything hasn’t he?” Fletcher laughs.

“Oh yes…….. I love bouncing gozongas……” Val sighs happily.

“Gozongas?” Fletcher asks.

“Yeah…… I got it from Buddy. All we need now is-” Val starts, but then is cut off as the camera panes to the ring with the hoping girls starting to remove their tops.

“Oh my god!” Both of them shout as bikini tops fly into the stands.

“Oh there is a god!” Val praises.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if you have children or are sensitive to adult material, you may want to look away-” Fletcher is cut off as the girls start to toss their bottoms into the crowd.

“Holy sh!!!!!!!!!!”

*C E N S O R E D* (should be really big!)

The television feed is cut off with a “Please Stand By” image. After a minute or two, the feed returns back to Fletcher and Val behind their announcers’ table. Val is breathing heaving and sipping on a winecooler. Fletcher has a winecooler as well and puts back on his microphone. Both have a few dangling beads around their neck.

“Ladies and gentlemen…… We’re back.” Fletcher starts.

“That was amazing!” Val sighs.

“I don’t know what happened, but the show goes on.” Fletcher says.

“Sometimes you just have to be at the right place at the right time……” Val chuckles.

“Ain’t that the truth?” Fletcher seconds.

“I must say, Buddy Love is the man!” Val laughs and downs the rest of the wine cooler.

“He’s definitely scoring points tonight…….anyway, on to our next match.”

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FP: Well well, time for two different nationalities to clash here tonight!

VM: Damn right Fletch! The Irish versus the Mexicans!

The acoustic guitar of "The Death Knell for Paper Children" jangles through the arena. The electric guitar crashes, and a single spotlight centers itself on the black curtain. Enter "The Green Bull" Enrique Alvarez. He dashes through the curtain and sprints to the ring. He is joined at a short distance by his manager: the mysterious Doctor Vertigo, ambling w/ the aid of a cane. Once in the ring, Alvarez ascends the turnbuckle for a short time, before stepping down to await the start of the match.

Shane Sommers: And from Monterrey, Mexico, currently residing in Dallas, Texas! Weighing in at 215 pounds...TORO VERDE!!! ENRIQUE ALVAREZ!

Toro Verde plays to the crowd as Barroom Hero by Dropkick Murphy kicks up throughout the arena. Shane Sommers gets ready with the introduction, but Mick Cormac storms over the barricade through the audience area and comes into the ring quietly behind Toro Verde, sneaking up on him while the audience boos. Toro Verde, sensing something amiss turns around and is met by a shot in the face by Cormac, dropping him down to the mat. Toro Verde quickly peppers out of the ring and stares at his opponent from the barricade as enthusiastic fans pat him on the back and take pictures of the smaller guy.

FP: Mick Cormac there with a sneaky attempt at a quick win there! Despicable.

Scott Prado pulls Mick away from the ropes and allows Toro Verde to enter the ring. Alvarez rolls back into the ring. While Mick pushes Scott Prado aside, Toro Verde bounces off the ropes and ducks under a clothesline from Mick before bounding off the opposite ropes and nails a flying dropkick to his opponent, Sending the irishman down to the mat. Back to his feet, Alvarez runs into the opposite ropes and leaps into the air, attempting a cross body block on a raised Mick Cormac. Cormac catches Alvarez in midair and lifts him up onto his shoulders with his strength. Before he can smash Enrique into the mat, Alvarez falls backward, flipping Cormac over with a headscissors takedown, whipping around a couple of times to play to the audience. The audience erupts as Toro Verde covers Mick for the quick pin.

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Mick kicks out RIGHT after the count of two as Enriquie bounds back up to his feet and into the ropes. Mick stands up quickly with anger in his eyes just as Enrique Alvarez leaps up, stepping on Mick's knee before driving his shin into the side of Mick's head. Without so much as a noise, Mick falls to the mat and Toro Verde covers him once more for the pin.

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FP: Mick Cormac just couldn't keep up with his speed there! Toro Verde, the Green Bull with the quick win tonight!

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“We’re back and we have been joined by our host for the evening.” Fletcher starts.

“That’s right Fletcher. Ladies and gentlemen, Buddy Love.” Val proclaims as Buddy comes into view and sits in between them in only a tie-dyed bathroom towel.

“Buddy, are you losing clothes now?” Val asks.

“That’s right dude.” Buddy answers and gives the “Buddy Jesus” look to the camera.

“And why are you only in a towel now?” Fletcher ponders.

“Well, many of our views watching are probably wondering why I’m only in a towel…” Buddy starts.

“Oh, I’m sure they have an idea.” Val barks.

“They are probably wondering why I’m holding this box of extra large condoms…” Buddy continues as he holds up a box of Trojan condoms.

“Um….. At this time, I would suggest that our more sensitive viewers to look away at this time.” Fletcher interrupts.

“They are probably wondering why I have this pink, eighteen inch, double-headed erotic toy…..” Buddy says and pulls out the toy from under his towel.

“What the hell is that Buddy?” Val asks.

“They are probably wondering why I have this industrial size tube of KY Jelly….” Buddy holds up a large tube of lube.

“Jesus…H….” Fletcher starts.

“And they are probably wondering why I have this camel with me.” A camel on a lease in Buddy’s hand strolls up and gives a growl to Val.

“Get that thing away from me!” Val shouts as the camel starts chewing on Val’s hair.

“That thing is a he and his name is Herm.” Buddy corrects as he rubs the bottom of the camel’s chin.

“Buddy, why do you have a camel?” Fletcher asks.

“I’m thinking I’m going to need Herm for after the next match.” Buddy says with a smile.

“Buddy, I doubt a camel should be in the ring.” Val barks and points to the ring.

“Well, not that ring. But maybe that one…” Buddy says and directs the camera to the kiddy pool filled with mud on the stage.

“Buddy, what is that?” Fletcher ponders.

“A little three-way match I got planned.”

“Huh?” Val and Fletcher say at the same time.

“Ladies, and especially the gentlemen, our next is three-way match!” Buddy shouts into a microphone.

“I think he means triple-threat folks.” Fletcher responds.

“Introducing first, our special guest referee……… John Anthony!” Dope’s cover of “You Spin Me Round” blares on the P.A. as a hobbling John Anthony comes out from behind the curtain to a roaring crowd.

“Looks like Anthony is still easing into that hurt ankle.” Fletcher comments.

“What does Buddy have planned now?” Val barks as Anthony dons a black and white referee shirt and black shorts.

“Now for our three contenders! Each has a luscious career in the adult entertainment industry!” Buddy shouts and receives a pop from the crowd.

“No way……is Buddy doing…… what I think he is doing?” Fletcher asks.

“Oh if there is a god……..” Val answers.

“Now for your viewing pleasure, I present you Miss Brianna Banks versus Gauge versus Katie Morgan!” Buddy shouts as the three porn starlets come onto the stage in very skimpy bikinis.

“Buddy, how…..how……” Val says breathlessly.

“It’s all about connections dude.” Buddy smiles and sits back down.

“Looks like we have a muddy fight on our hands ladies and gentlemen.” Fletcher declares.

“Especially the gentlemen.” Buddy chuckles.

*Ding ding ding* “Anthony calls the bell the girls tie up!” Fletcher starts.

“Oh sweet mother of god………” Val says in aw.
The girls tie up in the middle of the kiddy pool, knee deep in the mud. Gauge puts Katie in a head lock as Brianna starts smacking Katie’s backside. Gauge calls Brianna over and they together give Katie a hip-toss into the mud. Katie lands with a splat, covering all three girls in mud. Katie stamps her foot as she stands up, wiping the mud from her eyes. Gauge laughs, but her laugh is cut off as Katie tackles her into the mud.

“Katie Morgan with a hell of a tackle on Gauge.” Fletcher calls the action.

“I knew this was a good idea….Did I mention this was a bra-and-panties match?” Buddy says as the camel growls again at Val.

“Buddy, can you keep that thing away from me please……” Val commands.

“Buddy, for a bra-and-panties match to work, you have to have girls in clothes so they can remove them till they only have their bra-and-panties left on.” Fletcher explains.

“Not in my match…….” Buddy says as Gauge rips off Brianna top, exposing her muddy breasts. “Looks like Brianna is losing, but we are winning.”

“My god……those are lovely breasts……….” Val says in aw.

“They are gozongas Val.” Buddy corrects as Brianna gives Gauge a muddy DDT.

“Buddy, I don’t know to really call this……” Fletcher says, somewhat in aw at the sight of Brianna’s muddy breasts.

“Well, that was a hell of a DDT by Brianna, if I do say so myself.” Buddy comments.

“Buddy, I-” Val starts but suddenly the camel spits right in Val’s face, cutting him off.

“There goes Katie’s top! I do love young blondes.” Buddy says as Gauge swings Katie’s bra like a flag.

“Son of a bitch!” Val shouts as he wipes the spit from his face.

“What happened?” Fletcher asks.

“Damn it Buddy…… your damn camel spat into my face!” Val barks.

“Well, camels are known to do that dude.” Buddy replies.

“Why do you even have that damn thing?” Val barks angrily.

“It’s all about Tijuana dude.” Buddy states proudly.

“What?!” Fletcher shouts.

“Yeah dude…… It’s all about those sex shows down in Tijuana, Mexico dude.” Buddy replies.

“Buddy……those are donkey shows and they are illegal here !” Val barks as Katie performs a splash onto Brianna and removes Brianna’s thong.

“Damn, that was a hell of a splash. Brianna Banks has been stripped butt naked and is eliminated!” Buddy shouts. The crowd roars as Brianna Banks steps out of the kiddy pool muddy and naked.

“Buddy! Get that thing out of here!” Val orders, but receives another spit in reply by the camel.

“Folks, I’m somewhat sorry you have to see this……” Fletcher comments as he points to Buddy and Val.

Gauge ties up Katie and gives her an arm drag in the muck. She plants a sleeper hold on Katie and locks it in tight. Katie chokes from Gauge’s sleeper and from being dunked in and out of the mud. John Anthony steps into the pool and tries to get Gauge to release the hold. After trying to talk, Anthony pulls Gauge off of Katie with Gauge kicking and screaming. Anthony losses his grip and Gauge falls face first into the muck, with Anthony holding her top. Gauge hops angry and pushes Anthony into the mud.

“Looks like Anthony is getting more than he bargained for tonight……” Fletcher comments as Gauge hops onto Anthony and pours mud on his face.

“I’m sure any man would gladly be in his spot at the moment.” Buddy replies.

“Look at that!” Val shouts as Katie rolls up Gauge and slides off her bikini bottom.

“Looks like we have a winner.” Fletcher announces, but suddenly another girl rushes out from the curtain and tackles Katie from behind.

“Plot twist! Plot twist!” Buddy shouts.

“Who is that?” Fletcher asks.

“It looks like Jenna Haze…….” Val throws out a name.

“Correct you are Val……..I do love plot twists.” Buddy says with a smile.

Jenna Haze spins the muddy Katie around and hops onto her. The girls splash into the mud and roll around to the crowd’s roar. Anthony pulls Jenna off of Katie with Haze swinging Katie’s panties. Anthony calls for the bell and holds up Jenna’s arm. Jenna prances around in victory and slowly starts to strip out of her clothes for the crowd.

“Ah the sweet sweet sweet taste of victory……..” Buddy says with a smile.

“Buddy, you are nuts……” Val says.

“Ladies, congratulations on a wonderful match!” Buddy shouts on the mic and the crowd cheers in response. A few of the girls push each other.

“Ladies! Ladies! Come now, let’s make love, not war……” Buddy shouts as he runs up there with the camel behind him.

“Looks like Buddy is going to try to make a move on these lovely girls.” Fletcher says.

“I hope they kick him in the place were the sun don’t shine……”

“Come now Val…… don’t let a little camel spit ruin your night…” Fletcher chuckles.

“Damn camels……..” Val barks as the girls all around Buddy, and push him into the pool.

“Looks like you get a small measure of revenge Val…….” Fletcher jokes as all the women hop on Buddy.

“Not really Fletcher, not really………”

[randalllovejoy]

FP: Here we go! The final match before the highly anticipated Main Event of the evening.

VM: Damn right, let's see how these two gentlemen throw down in the ring tonight!

FP: Well, at least you got the camel spit cleaned up a bit.

VM: Don't...even...start...

The arena darkens as lights flicker at the arena roof. Metalingus begins to play as Nick Wadden walks from behind the curtains. He makes his way down to the ring and slides in to hearty boos from the crowd. He throws a couple of insults to the fans while they continually jeer him.

Shane Sommers: From Toronto, Ontario, and weighing in at 249 pounds...NICK...WADDDDDDDDEEEEEEENNNNNNN!

The crowd jeers at Nick as he goes into a pose. As red and black lights fly around the entrance way Blow Me Away plays over the PA system. From the curtain comes a big man with his head down, as he comes up he jumps up in the air as high as he can then jumps down puts his arms out and screams. Revealing the face of Dante Diablo he walks down the the ring then slides in. He goes over to the ropes and bounces up and down then he goes to the middle and does his signature Danny D stance as he waits for his match to begin.

Shane Sommers: And hailing from Hyanis, Massachusetts, weighing in at 255 pounds...DANTE DIABLLLLOOOOOO!

George Chip calls for the bell to get the match underway. Dante Diablo and Nick Wadden lock hands together in a test of strength. Nick Wadden starts to win over slightly, but Dante Diablo uses his slight size advantage and pushes Wadden into the corner, laying into him with a couple of chops. Nick blocks the third one and then turns it around, grabbing onto Dante's head and pulling him into the corner. Nick then delivers a couple of chops of his own, easily reddening the chest of the big man. Diablo pushes Nick away from him and tries to lock up again. Nick Wadden ducks under the arms of Diablo and takes him down to the mat. He cradles the leg quickly and puts his feet on the ropes.

1...

2...

George Chip notices Nick's feet on the ropes and starts yelling at him to get off of his opponent. Nick Wadden gets up cockily defending his position as Dante Diable roars up to his feet and takes Nick down with a clothesline.

FP: Well, Diablo not holding anything back, but he had better be careful if he doesn't want to lose to a quick underhanded move from Wadden.

VM: Well, a win's a win so they say. I guess Nick belives that the end justifies the means.

Nick Wadden gets back to his feet and quickly falls victim to a couple of rights from Dante Diablo. Nick staggers back into the corner again and Diablo advances on him. Before Diablo can do anything, Nick jams an extended thumb into Dante's eye. Dante staggers back, gripping his face as George Chip threatens to disqualify Nick if he does anything like that again. Nick raises his hands and smirks at Chip before getting by him and chopping Diablo in the chest once again. Diablo flexes real quick before blocking a chop and trying to whip Nick into the ropes. Nick reverses the whip and sends Dante himself into the ropes. Dante flies off on the rebound and leaps into the air, attempting to end the match quick with the Diving Spear, but Nick Wadden quickly telegraphs the move, grabs onto Dante's head mid-spear and drives him into the mat with the NJW. He covers quickly.

1...

2...

3!!!

FP: HOLY HELL! Diable made a mistake and it cost him dearly! Too quick a match for this evenings event! Let's hope the main event lives up to its hype!

[randalllovejoy]

The audience starts rumbling among themselves right as "Loveshack" by the B-52's kicks up over the PA. The audience erupts in cheers as Randall Lovejoy swaggers out onto the stage with a microphone in his hand.

Randall Lovejoy: Now, I know we've all had one hell of a time tonight, what with Buddy Love Johannsen's party! I hope none of you brought your kids along tonight, heh!

The audience cheers and starts chanting out BUDDY...BUDDY...BUDDY...BUDDY! Randall quiets the audience down with a quick wave of his hand.

Randall Lovejoy: Now, I know you all want more of Buddy's party, right? (Audience cheers) Well, I am sorry to say that Buddy was seen during the last match departing the building. (Audience boos) Wait wait wait...I'm sure you can all be happy for Buddy as we look at what really happened while we were busy watching wrestling.

Randall Lovejoy points to the Jumbovision as Buddy Love can be seen dancing out in the parking garage, heading toward his psychadelic limo wearing only his towel and a couple of pairs of his Buddy beads. The driver opens the door as Buddy enters, holding onto his erotic toy that seems to have sprouted another head during the match. He is quickly followed into the limosine by all the participants of the previous match, followed by a couple more ladies who resembe Janine and Ava Devine. The driver closes the door after all the ladies enter and heads around to the driver's side door. The limo slowly pulls out of the parking lot as the windown can be seen rolling down and one of the starlet's hand can be seen throwing Buddy's towel out of the window. The scene fades out as the psychadelic limo pulls out onto the main road with what seems to be a rythmic rocking motion.

Randall Lovejoy: Now, aren't you all proud of our Buddy Love?

The audience starts the BUDDY chant up once again. Randall Lovejoy listens with a smile on his face for a few moments before quieting the audience down once more.

Randall Lovejoy: Now, it was one hell of a party, and as much as I wish it could continue...assuming Buddy would still be wearing something of course. (Chuckles) We only get to stay here for a limited time, so let's get straight to the MAIN EVENT!

The audience roars its approval as "Loveshack" blares out over the arena once again and Randall exits the stage.

[randalllovejoy]

Val Mora: Wellp, time for the main event Fletch.

Fletcher Pierce: Damn right it is. Time for the POW World Heavyweight Champion to show what he's capable of.

Hall of the Mountain King by the Who hits the speakers. JR Zevon steps from behind the curtain as the rockin' commences. He strolls to the ring with a smug smile on his face and proceeds to climb the ring steps. He walks on the apron, wipes his feet and enters through the ropes. He then checks the integrity of the turnbuckle pads and hassles the referee before turning to face the entry ramp.

Shane Sommers: Ladies and Gentlemen, from Flat Rock, Ohio and weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the POW New England Champion! JR ZEVOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN!

Val Mora: Looks like Zevon is ready to go tonight Fletch!

Fletcher Pierce: He had damn well better be. It's not like he's taking on Tito Capaci's Puroresu stars or anything. He's taking on a guy who EARNED his title.

A scantily clad woman now familiar to the POW audience as a Flying Diamond Cutter Girl enters the ring and steals the microphone from the ring announcer.

"Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the first, last, and ONLY Power On Wrestling WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...Flying...Diamond...Cutter...MANNNNNNN!!!!

The lights go dim and smoke pours out from the entryway as the introduction to “YYZ” begins to play. As the guitar kicks in, red and gold lights flood the arena as FDCM saunters out through the cloud of smoke, a voluptuous FDC Girl on either arm and the POW World Title around his waist. He cockily adjusts his sunglasses and polishes the title belt, basking in what he clearly perceives to be DEAFENING cheers from the crowd, even as they drown him in boos. Oblivious to this, FDCM walks up the steel stairs and steps through the ring ropes which are being held open for him by his girls. He spins in the center of the ring with three bright white spotlights focused entirely on him, while holding up the “Diamond Cutter” hand signal, then comes to a stop with his arms outstretched, still absorbing the imagined adoration of the audience. Finally, he undoes the POW World Title and holds it high above his head, showing everyone what makes him the best as his valets applaud him almost loudly enough to drown out the hatred of the paying fans...

Shane Sommers: Uh, already introduced, from Jersey City, New Jersey, and weighing in at 230 pounds...Flying Diamond Cutter Man.

George Chip calls for the bell to start the match as the two men hand off their belts, Zevon to a ring attendant and FDCM to one of his sexy valets. FDCM smiles at Zevon who's already eyeing the Diamond Cutter Girl and more importantly the belt. FDCM, thinking Zevon is staring at the girl's assets, gives Zevon a wink, but Zevon immediately gets himself locked up with Flying Diamond Cutter Man. Zevon Jockeys with FDCM as he tries to get the upper hand with his skill. Zevon finally wins out and pulls FDCM down to the mat while applying a wrist lock. Zevon quickly changes it into an armbar and leans off to the side, applying pressure to FDCM's arm. FDCM manages to get back to his feet and tries to get out of the hold, but Zevon manages to stay behind FDCM all the while keeping the hold on. FDCM gets an idea and runs at the ropes with Zevon in tow, hitting them hard chest first, grabbing hold with his free arm. Zevon tumbles back to the mat from the impact and quickly gets back to his feet as FDCM wrings out his arm, loosening it back up.

Fletcher Pierce: Well, Zevon looks to have early control in this match, but it's just the beginning.

Zevon leaps forward again and locks back up with the Champ, this time FDCM manages to block the takedown and starts to hit Zevon with an old fashioned arm wrench, but Zevon ducks out quick and rolls to the outside of the ring while the fans boo and jeer at him. Zevon takes a moment to collect his thoughts while George Chip starts to count. Zevon starts to climb back in at the count of seven, but FDCM begins to advance on him. Zevon leaps back and points at FDCM, harassing the ref to do his job. JR Zevon finally slides back into the ring, keeping a wary eye on FDCM as Chip keeps him subdued. Once Zevon gets back to his feet, FDCM pushes past George Chip and lays into Zevon with a hard right hand. The audience strangely cheers for FDCM as he teaches Zevon a lesson about how to wrestle. Zevon leaps back from the second shot and starts yelling at Chip about FDCM's punch being a closed fist. The audience once again boos at Zevon. FDCM gets angered by Zevon's tactics and charges at him. Zevon backs out of the way of one of FDCM's shots and nails him with a stiff forearm. Zevon pulls FDCM's head down and rolls him over in a small package.

1...(Zevon puts his feet on the ropes)

2...

George Chip notices Zevon's feet on the ropes and forces him to release the pin. An infuriated FDCM gets back to his feet and Zevon grabs hold of FDCM's head. FDCM pries Zevon's hands off of his head and face before running Zevon back into the corner, driving a couple of shoulders into Zevon's midsection. FDCM lines up for another final shoulder strike but Zevon manages to get out of the corner and sends FDCM into the metal post. Zevon pulls FDCM out of the corner where he flops onto the mat. Zevon then grabs hold of FDCM's arm, and putting his foot into FDCM's shoulder, pulls back on the arm, stretching out the shoulder.

Val Mora: Love him or hate him...Zevon is damn effective. There's a reason he's the champ.

Fletcher Pierce: True.

FDCM grabs onto the ropes with his free arm, but Zevon doesn't release the hold until the count of four. The audience boos as FDCM gets back to his feet while Zevons backs off with his hands held innocently up in the air. FDCM advances on Zevon cautiously this time. Zevon backs away from FDCM as he stares him down at the same time. Zevon accidentally backs into the ropes, and before he can do anything, FDCM nails him with another right hand. FDCM nails Zevon with another right and then whips him into the opposite ropes. Zevon rebounds off of the ropes and gets hit with a kitchen sink from FDCM. FDCM quickly mounts Zevon, driving in hard shots to the head of his opponent. George Chip finally gets the POW Champion off of Zevon who gets slowly to his feet, making sure Chip keeps FDCM at bay. Zevon walks to the turnbuckle and hits it with frustration as FDCM manages to push past George. He goes to grab onto Zevon, but instead gets himself thrown into the corner. Zevon his a forearm to the face of FDCM, and proceeds to start something on the shoulder, but right then, one of the Flying Diamond Cutter Girls hops up onto the ring apron, cooing at the ref with her rather large exterior region. While Chip is momentarily distracted, FDCM jams a thumb into Zevon's eye, knocking him down on his hindquarters. FDCM steps forward and delivers a couple of kicks to the side of Zevon's head before bouncing off of the ropes. He steps up on Zevon's shoulder and delivers a rather nice shin to the face of Zevon, knocking him down to the mat. Zevon tries to roll away, but FDCM grabs hold of his leg and covers him for the pin.

1...

2...

Zevon barely kicks out before the count of three as FDCM quickly pulls his other leg up, trying for the second pin.

1...

2...

Zevon kicks out once again and FDCM gets back to his feet, stomping away at Zevon's face.

Val Mora: Well, even though Zevon is good, I guess Flying Diamond Cutter Man is champ for a reason. He almost took down Zevon with that little flurry there!

FDCM steps cockily away and summons one of his vixens to the ring and puts his arm around her as he starts talking trash to Zevon. Zevon gets slowly back to his feet and sees FDCM standing there with one of his voluptuous valets with a cocky grin on his face. All of a sudden, to a chorus of boos from the crowd, FDCM pushes his Flying Diamond Cutter Girl into Zevon, and with the distraction, tries to hit one of his diamond cutters. Zevon pushes him and the girl off of him, and with FDCM's back to him, locks up the arm and applies his patented secret recipie, Extra Crispy. FDCM wails in pain as he reaches around for the ropes, but they're nowhere to be found. FDCM begins to walk around the ring with Zevon still latched onto him twisting and torquing the shoulder out of place, Zevon continues to try and slip his leg around FDCM's ankle to trip him down to the mat, FDCM gets near the corner however and throws his feet up onto the top rope, he then pushes himself backwards and crashes down on top of Zevon who uses it to his advantage to throw a body scissors around the mid section of the champion

FP: That may have not been the best move from FDCM, he's in serious trouble now.

VM: I guess all that strategizing and tape study didn't prepare him for this.

Zevon begins ripping and tearing at FDCM's arm as the referee continually asks him if he wants to quit, finally FDCM does the only thing he can do and rolls over to where all of his weight is on top of Zevon pinning his shoulders down, the referee moves in close to check Zevon's shoulders and this allows FDCM to throw his feet up on the middle rope for leverage

ONE...


TWO...


THREE!!!

the bell rings and FDCM is still trapped in the hold, Zevon releases it and looks up at the ref in bewilderment as FDCM rolls out of the ring and retrieves his belt, the Armed Men and Women boo him and hiss at him as he makes his way up the rampway with his title reign still intact, and Zevon looks absolutely cheated

FP: A low and underhanded move from FDCM but what a hell of a match, and what a hell of a way to retain your title.

VM: FDCM is the World Champion, you've gotta go in there and be ready for anything and that's what he did, he was ready for everything that Zevon had to give him out there.

FP: Indeed he did so our territories champion has come up short on this night, and FDCM is leaving Dover Air Force Base still the POW World Heavyweight Champion. And that'll do it for us here folks, for Val Mora I'm Fletcher Pierce, goodnight everyone!