The Road to Over in Dover 5/19/07

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Smoke fills Derry, New Hampshire's Memorial Hall as the camera pans the ecstatic crowd proudly displaying their poorly crafted signs. Hall of the Mountain King by The Who blasts through the arena as the camera focuses on the entrance curtain.

FP: Fletcher Pierce with Valentine Mora at ringside and we're starting with the NEW Power on Wrestling Eastern Heavyweight Champion!

VM: We're starting in style tonight Fletch!

JR Zevon rises from the smoke proudly displaying the Eastern Heavyweight Championship around his waist. He heads towards the ring ignoring the fans with a cocky grin and strut.

Shane Sommers: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the winner of the Lethal Lottery tournament and NEW POW Eastern Heavyweight Champion, JR Zevon!

Zevon methodically climbs the ring steps and wipes his feet on the ring apron before entering through the ropes. He walks over to the side of the ring and grabs a mic from Shane Sommers. The crowd continues continues to go wild as Zevon begins to speak.

Zevon: "First things first, I would like to thank the fine and classy fans of Power on Wrestling for their kind words and congratulations."

Cheap pop.

"To the fine and classy fans out there, I issue my sincerest sympathy as you sit within the massive throng of drunkards and absolute morons tonight."

Crowd boos.

"From my observations, ninety-nine percent of the people in the crowd tonight are already two sheets to the wind."

Crowd emits a slight pop.

"Absolutely disgusting. I'm sure all of you so called wrestling fans out there would have preferred to be listening to the inane ramblings of Mick Cormac tonight, but the simple truth is I am the best wrestler in New England... And I have the proof."

Zevon unstraps the title from his waist and raises it high above his head. The crowd voices their displeasure. Zevon slaps the title back around his waist.

"At Big Bang I schooled the f'n eejit in the art of professional wrestling, and he has since gone into hiding. Mick Cormac spoke a big game. He gnawed down several cartons of cancer sticks and drank hundreds of gallons of alcoholic beverages in an effort to look cool and win over you simple-minded fans. But in the end he simply did not have what it takes to defeat me. I apologize to John Anthony for leaving a shell of a man for an opponent tonight.

Now that the ugliness of Mick Cormac is behind me, I must thank a few people for making my greatness possible."

FP: He's been champion two weeks and its already gone to his head.

VM: If you are as good as Zevon, it is your duty to flaunt it.

"First, I would like to thank God. Without Him, people would actually have to rely on logic and intellect to get by in this world. Thank you God for weakening the hearts and minds of all your ignorant followers."

The crowd erupts in spirited displeasure.

"I would also like to thank Eric White and Nightkiller for being the kind hearted souls that they are."

FP: What is he smoking?

"I thank David Hilt, Jack Greaves, Takeshi Tanahashi and Rich Morrison for their support in Kansas City Thursday night. Shawn Stevens, Horsemen, we'll meet again someday.

Most importantly, I need to thank Mr. Kitters for completing my existence."

Zevon looks directly into the camera.

"Kitters, I love you.

Now that happy fun time is over, let's get down to business. I, JR Zevon, pledge to be a fighting champion."

VM: What a great guy!

"I will defend the Eastern Heavyweight Championship against all deserving opponents. Any man, woman, child, or wildebeest who meets or exceeds my rigourous standards will have the honor of stepping into the ring with the Eastern Heavyweight Champion."

FP: What is he scheming now?

"As the Eastern Heavyweight Champion, it is my honour and duty to protect the good name of this championship and to guard the art of professional wrestling against the infidels of the world. Only those of upright morality and respect for this business deserve to step into the ring against me. Unfortunately, the POW locker room is filled with miscreants of all stripes and colors, and for this reason I do not foresee defending the POW Eastern Heavyweight Championship any time in the near future."

A chorus of boos rises from the crowd.

"But because I am a man of great virtue, I offer to the first competitor to meet my requirements the chance of a lifetime: the opportunity to vie for the Eastern Heavyweight Championship in a match of their choosing."

Zevon motions for a scroll from Shane Sommers and unfurls it.

"The requirements are as follows:

Number One, the competitor must prove their worth as a practicing professional wrestler by defeating an opponent of the Eastern Heavyweight Champion's choosing by pinfall or submission.

Number Two, the competitor must prove his or her worth in a match against the Eastern Heavyweight Champion. The competitor will be assigned a tag team partner and have the honour of facing the Eastern Heavyweight Champion and a partner of the champion's choosing."

FP: Oh, come on.

"Number Three, the competitor must pass a comprehensive drug screening and be able to pass a sobriety test upon demand of the Eastern Heavyweight Champion."

VM: Sounds fair to me.

"Number Four, the competitor must demonstrate a deep knowledge and respect for the history of professional wrestling by passing a written exam proctored and judged by the Eastern Heavyweight Champion."

FP: Written exam?

"Number Five, after having met all other requirements, the Eastern Heavyweight Champion, through the kindness of his heart, will offer the challenger a one-on-one, non-title match."

VM: Zevon truly is a wonderful human being.

"If the challenger defeats the Eastern Heavyweight Champion they will have earned the respect of the Champion and be deemed worthy of a championship match. The challenger will then have seven days to declare the time, date, and stipulations of the championship match.

A full list of requirements, along with all relevant legal documents,"

FP: I'm sure those are quite lengthy.

"will be available on the Power on Wrestling website and by request from the office of the Eastern Heavyweight Champion."

Zevon rolls up the scroll and tucks it into his belt.

"I look forward to serving Power on Wrestling as the Eastern Heavyweight Champion and setting an example of what a real, pure professional wrestler ought to be."

Zevon tosses the mic to Sommers at ringside and exits to the ring apron while Hall of the Mountain King fills the arena. Zevon fires off a Nixon salute and heads down the aisle, not bothering to bicker with the fans at ringside.

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Nightkiller and Mr. POW stand across from each other as Jay Grooms calls for the bell and Nightkiller charges across taking POW down with a double leg takedown, he then mounts and begins pounding on him with right hands

FP: We're underway here and a quick and violent start from Nightkiller.

VM: Dude's a nutjob I expect nothing less.

Nightkiller lifts Phillip up and throttles him shoving him up against the ropes, the ref calls for the break and he does but he then grabs him and starts throttling again, POW knees him in the gut to escape the hold he then leaps up and hits a dropkick, Nightkiller stumbles backward but regains himself as POW advances, Nightkiller hits a knee to the gut of his own and then hits a bigtime neckbreaker, he then hits the ropes and hits a leg drop, Nightkiller pulls him back to his feet but POW reaches up and rakes the eyes, Nightkiller backs off

FP: Nightkiller has proven himself to be unrelenting as usual here in this contest.

POW stalks after Nightkiller hitting a snap suplex and then pulling him up to his feet hitting a fisherman, he holds on for the pin

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Nightkiller gets his shoulder up and Mr. POW drags him back to his feet he goes for the Society Slam but Nightkiller dodges it and hits an elbow to POW's throat, he then leaps up and hits the Killer Cutter, Nightkiller makes the cover

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THREE!!!

FP: Nightkiller with a big victory here and Phillip Owen Weiss just can't seem to get his head on straight.

VM: I like this Nightkiller, he's my kind of guy.

FP: And believe me partner, that says loads about you.

scene fades

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Trent Hudson stands alone mid-ring as Toro and Buddy "Love" try to decide who's going to start the match

FP: And it certainly seems that Eddie Buchalini's comments about Jay Mason being too injured to compete here tonight are absolutely true. Trent Hudson is out here by himself to take on two competitors.

VM: And I don't like his odds in this one Fletch.

Grooms calls for the bell and Hudson charges forward hitting a boot to Toro's gut, he clubs him across the back a few times and then charges hitting a big elbow to the face of Buddy as he stands on the apron, Buddy drops down to the floor and Hudson turns and knocks Toro down with a clothesline

VM: Then again...

FP: Hudson is doing the right thing, attack fast attack often.

Hudson drags Toro to his feet and nails a big T-bone Suplex, Buddy takes his place back on the apron but is quickly knocked off again with another big elbow strike, Hudson turns his attention back to Toro who's making it back to his feet, he charges forward and spears him back down making the cover

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Toro kicks out and Hudson is irrate, he clubs Toro some more as he gets to his feet and tries to hook him up for the 90210 but Toro elbows his way out of it, he then jumps up and hits a dropkick to the chest of Trent sending him back against the ropes and tags his partner as he whips Trent off the far side, as Trent returns Toro drops down and as Hudson hops over him he is met with a big hip toss from Buddy, Buddy leaps up and lands a big fist drop before lifting his own partner up for a belly to back suplex before tossing him forward with a tandem leg drop on Trent Hudson, Buddy pulls Trent up and locks in the Mardi Gras Hangover, Hudson tries to fight it but eventually succumbs tapping out to the hold and the bell is rung, Toro and Buddy celebrate as Trent rolls out of the ring holding his throat

FP: An impressive showing from this team, it was just too much for one man to deal with without a partner.

VM: Hopefully Mr. Mason can come back soon, I'm thinking Trent Hudson is gonna have some words for him when he does.

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After Jack recorded Dave's final thoughts about his match and opponent, Dave walked off to the locker room after he was finished. Jack mentioned he had something to tell him, but Dave didn't hear. But Jack just went ahead and followed him, despite not having a match this week, to Dave's knowledge at least, and knowing it would irritate him. Dave's sitting down when he hears the door open again, then close. He turns around and is definitely not happy to see Jack again so soon.

Dave: I thought we were done?

Jack: Well yeah, but I had something to tell you.

Dave: What would you have to tell me what would be of any importance?

Jack: You remember when you asked about me and your match, and what I said about it?

Dave: uh...yeah?

Jack: And remember how I said I'd be following you around for fun, since I'm not wrestling for a while?

Dave: ...Get to the point, please?

Jack: Well, guess who your new manager is!

Dave: ...No.

Jack: What?

Dave: You heard me, I said no. You are NOT going to be my manager.

Jack: Well, it's not actually as much of being a manager, as it is accompanying you in your matches. I'll be at ring-side for support and stuffs.

Dave: I don't really think I need your support...

Jack: Yeah but...I could also help put a beating on your opponents, eh? Good practice, no?

Dave: No. That's called cheating, Jack.

Jack: Oh come on, after all that Eddie has said, even I wanna get my hands on him.

Dave: No. Okay, fine, I'll let you come with me in my matches. But I would prefer you not try to interfere. Just as long as you don't cost me anything. And with you...that seems very likely.

Jack: Noooo! I promise I won't screw up. Just watch! I'll be like a cat what with its reflexes and what not. No one'll even catch me if i decide to do something. I'll be a good cat...maybe as good as Mr. Kitters! hehehe.

Dave: ...So you just compared yourself to a cat? And here I was thinking you could hold a conversation normally...

Jack: Meds can only do so much! This is gonna be fun! hehehehe.

Dave: God, what I have gotten myself into...?

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Orge and Takeshi lock up as Scott Prado calls for the bell

FP: The ever controversial Orge Lambart to take on the Japanese import here tonight.

VM: Interesting match, the always abusive always scandalous Orge Lambart. I've taken a liking to the guy.

FP: Once again I just don't know where your morals are at partner.

Orge backs Takeshi up all the way up to the corner, Takeshi steps up onto the bottom and then the middle rope and the ref breaks up the hold as Takeshi takes a seat on the top rope, as soon as the ref moves out of the way he dives off and nails a missle dropkick to Orge's chest and sets his feet before hitting a quick standing moonsault, he covers

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Orge gets his shoulder up and trips Takeshi down by one leg as he gets up, Orge begins putting the boots to Takeshi but Takeshi rolls out of the line of fire, Takeshi rolls back up to his feet and waits for Orge who comes at him with some haymakers, Takeshi blocks them and hits a kick to Orge's thigh, he then hits one to the ribs and then one to the side of the head before leaping into the air with a spinning back kick to the chest, Orge backs up against the ropes and S'ven hops up on the apron and tries to talk Orge down but Orge dives out of the way as Takeshi charges forward and blasts S'ven with a knee kick to the chest, S'ven hits the floor hard and Orge hits a big spinning back suplex, Orge covers

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Takeshi kicks out and Orge applies a rear chinlock, Takeshi grabs onto Orge's head and makes his way to his feet before hitting a nasty jawbreaker, he then tries to lift Orge up for the inverted Go 2 Sleep but Orge is too heavy for him to lift, Orge axehandles Takeshi across the back and whips him off the far side ropes, Orge leans down for a back drop and Takeshi leaps over him with the sunset flip, there's too much momentum however as Orge rolls all the way through and hooks Takeshi's legs over his shoulders for a quick pin, but before Prado can even make the count Takeshi shoves Orge's neck downward flipping him over onto his back and back into a pinning predicament

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THREE!!!

Takeshi bails out of the ring quickly as a furious Orge chases after him but stops as Takeshi reaches the arena floor

FP: Fantastic counter and a quick victory here for Takeshi.

VM: Well after that loss at Big Bang!, a win like this will certainly help him get back into the swing of things.

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Combat Soldier starts the match running the ropes for absolutely no reason other than to warm up as George Chip calls for the bell

VM: What the hell is he doing?

Eagles watches Soldier do a couple of runs back and forth back and forth before moving forward and catching him quickly with a drop toe hold however as soon as Combat goes down he catches himself on his hands and begins doing push ups, Eagles gets to his feet and hits the ropes hitting a quick flipping senton across Soldier's back, Soldier gets to his feet and Eagles hits a quick step-up enziguri causing Soldier to stumble around Eagles hits the ropes again and takes him down with a flying forearm before climbing up to the top rope

FP: And now we're seeing exactly what it is that made Josh Eagles famous.

Combat gets to his feet and Eagles dives off with a diving body block, however Combat catches him in mid air and presses him over his head, he pumps him up and down a few times attempting the Soldier Press but Eagles rakes the eyes and rocks back and forth causing Soldier to fall back with Eagles landing on top of him

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Combat presses him off and gets back to his feet just in time to catch a spinning heel kick to his face, Combat is dazed as he backs up against the ropes but Eagles pulls him forward and hits a quick fisherman suplex, he then leaps up to the top rope and goes for the Sweet Sacrifice but Soldier moves out of the way, Eagles clutches at his back as Soldier begins running the ropes again, Eagles gets back to his feet and as he does gets nailed with a huge clothesline, Eagles wastes no time and gets back up but gets blasted with a second lariat, Eagles gets up a little more wobbly this time and Soldier drives him down with a diving shoulder block, Soldier gets up and begins playing to the crowd by raising his arms up in the air and pumping them up and down signaling for the Soldier Press, but as he does Victor Bloodmoon steps over the guard rail and stands at ringside

FP: Oh my god! Victor Bloodmoon is back!

VM: And he does not look pleased Fletch.

As Eagles gets up Combat goes for the Soldier Press but Eagles blocks it and attempts a suplex, Combat blocks it and lifts Eagles up for a suplex of his own but Bloodmoon reaches in and grabs Combats feet tripping him up as Eagles lands on top of him and Vic holds Combats legs down

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THREE!!!

Eagles bails out as Bloodmoon enters the ring and lifts Combat up onto his shoulders before driving him down with the Blitzkrieg

FP: As you said he doesn't look happy at all and he's taking it out on Combat Soldier.

Bloodmoon looks down at Soldier before stepping over the top rope and dropping back down to the floor, he heads up the aisle still staring at the ring as the scene fades

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scene opens up backstage, Mr. Lovejoy is leaning up against a wall talking with Stephie Campbell with his head in his hands

Stephie: Boss what's the matter.

Lovejoy: I don't know what's happening tonight Steph, the guys just aren't in it tonight. And I have no idea where Mick Cormac is, or how to reach him. His match is up soon and if he no shows then there'll be no match.

Stephie: Don't beat yourself up boss, you can't keep tabs on a guy like that. Maybe he's taking his loss in the title match a little hard.

Lovejoy: I've got an idea what he's doing, and believe me Steph, I am not pleased. This is one of those few moments that I really hope that I'm wrong.

Stephie: I'll make you a deal, if you cheer up, I'll give you that date you're always begging me for.

Lovejoy: Never thought I'd say this Stephie, but I'm gonna have to decline this time. I've gotta get things working here.

Lovejoy walks off leaving Steph alone in the hallway

Stephie: Must be pretty serious.

scene fades out

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Macros and Brad Armstrong stand across from each other, Scott Prado calls for the bell and the two men begin to eye each other waiting for the first move to be made

FP: Now this one I've been waiting for all night long. Macros gained a big win over arch rival Josh Eagles and this bright young newcomer Brad Armstrong has a hell of a test ahead of him.

they lock up and jockey for position, control goes back and forth between the two men with both of them trying hammerlocks, top wrist locks, side headlocks and finally breaking as the crowd claps along, they lock up again and this time Macros pulls off a drop toe hold, Macros floats over into a front headlock but Brad fights his way to his feet, Brad spins out of the headlock into an armbar but Macros grabs Brad's wrist and twists around into an armbar of his own, Brad drops down and kips up before cartwheeling over and breaking the hold leading to another stand off and another big pop

FP: A great series of moves here from these two but it seems like we have some kind of comotion going on here in the crowd.

Mick Cormac crawls over the guard rail and rolls into the ring, Brad and Macros look on as Mick gets up on the middle rope and pulls a bottle of whiskey out of his inner jacket pocket, he takes a big swig and belches loudly toward the crowd, Macros moves over and drags Mick down off the ropes and starts giving him the business but Mick lowers his head and starts slamming rights and lefts into Macros' mid section though they must not have much on them as Macros isn't even flinching, finally Macros grabs Mick by the shoulders and shoves him mid-ring where he begins half assedly brawling with Brad Armstrong who is more trying to hold him back rather than fight him, the referee calls for the bell

FP: Such a great start to this match but it seems it's been thrown out due to Mick Cormac's antics here.

VM: Lovejoy's been looking for Mick, he's not gonna think this is funny at all.

security escorts Mick out of the ring and to the back while Brad and Macros stand in the ring dissapointed, they both exit to boos from the crowd as the scene fades out

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Cormac is shown stumbling around backstage, Mr. Lovejoy catches up to him and shoves him up against a wall

Cormac: Hey boss.......what's up.

Lovejoy: What the hell do you think you're doing.

Cormac: Just about to head out for my match is all......

Lovejoy: Mick, where the hell have you been, look at the state you're in, you're interrupting matches, MY matches. The matches I book for all of those people out there and you go out there and ruin one of them. Have you even changed your clothes in the last two weeks?!

Cormac: Of course I have...........wait.......

Mick looks up to the sky clearly thinking

Cormac: ..........nope, guess I didn't ha ha.

Lovejoy: I'm disgusted with you Mick Cormac, you used to be someone that I respected but your antics as of late have shit all over that. Go out there and make a fool of yourself Mick. I'll figure out how to deal with you next week. And by the way, you can forget about any kind of rematch with Zevon.

Lovejoy storms off and Mick is just left standing there with one eye closed, the camera pans away from him as the scene fades out

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John Anthony stands mid-ring waiting for his opponent, "Barroom Hero" kicks up over the p.a. and the crowd begins booing spiritedly as Mick stumbles through the curtain, he walks kind of sideways down to the ring, he stops at the bottom of the aisle and tries to take a swig of whiskey but notices that the bottle is empty and instead drops it on the floor, he rolls into the ring and does his best to stand up

FP: And this is ridiculous, this man is piss drunk, he's already ruined one match tonight, and I can tell you with no doubt in my mind that this one isn't gonna be exactly stellar either.

VM: But I hope you will admit, that he's getting what he deserves in there.

John Anthony begins to talk to the referee trying to avoid this match entirely but Scott Prado shrugs his shoulders and rings the bell, Cormac puts his hands up in the classic irish boxing pose and begins dancing around John Anthony ridiculously, John shakes his head in disbelief as Mick starts throwing some weak jabs at what looks like his ear

VM: I don't think anyone ever taught Mick to aim for the one in the middle.

Mick then begins throwing wild haymakers which John dodges easily he then shoves Mick away in disgust, Mick gets up slowly and charges forward with another big haymaker and John sidesteps him watching as he falls over on the mat

FP: This is ridiculous, somebody come out here and stop this please.

Mick stands up again and turns, he goes for a punch again but instead throws a boot to the gut, it actually had some force behind it and doubles John over, Mick then goes for the EIS but falls down awkwardly as he's unable to apply the move properly, John pulls Mick up by his jacket which he never took off and takes him down with a quick school boy

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THREE!!!

FP: Despicable, I'm glad this one is over. And I'm glad that John Anthony had class enough not to try to damage someone who can't even really defend himself.

John heads back up the ramp as he waves off Mick Cormac and turns his back on him as he heads through the curtain, Mick gets back to his feet and looks around the arena as the crowd continue to boo and catcall at him as the scene fades to black

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FP: And now main event time is upon us once again, and we've got a hell of a match lined up here as David Hilt looks to take the Mid-Atlantic title from one Eddie Buchalini Jr., who is making his first title defense right here tonight.

VM: I think Eddie said it best all week long, Hilt's not ready for a match like this. He's stepping into the ring with a hall of famer, and on top of that our Mid-Atlantic Champion.

FP: I'd hardly consider him our chamion Val, the guy doesn't even want the damn thing.

VM: Oh come on Fletch, he was just saying that to throw his opponents off. They didn't realize how much of a threat Eddie was until it was all said and done.

"Breathe Today" kicks up over the speakers as David Hilt strolls through the curtain with Jack Greaves and Guy Haight flanking him, Hilt makes his way to ringside as Guy takes his place at ringside and Jack as well as Dave both make their way into the ring, they play up to the crowd who give him a tremendous response but it quickly turns to boos and jeers as "Soul on Fire" replaces the Flyleaf tune, Eddie comes through the curtain next, he has the Mid-Atlantic title belt dangling in his hand as he marches down the aisleway, he drops the belt off on the floor in front of the ring and then hops up onto the ring apron stepping inside

FP: Look at the disrespect shown to the title belt, just leaving it on the floor like that what's the matter with him!?

VM: He's said it time and time again Fletcher, he doesn't need that useless piece of metal and leather to show that he's the champ.

Shane Sommers stands mid-ring with microphone in hand yet again

SS: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Mid-Atlantic Championship!

crowd pops

SS: Introducing first, from San Diego, California the challenger David HILT!!!

crowd pops again

SS: And his opponent, from Miami, Florida, he is the Mid-Atlantic Champion, Eddie Buchalini JUNIOR!!!

crowd once again boos and jeers as Eddie raises his hands over his head without the title belt, George Chip calls for the bell and the two circle one another the get near and try locking fingers but Eddie backs away and returns to a neutral corner, the crowd boos him again as David Hilt beckons him to come on, they near each other again and try to lock hands but again Eddie backs up away this time smoothing his hair back as the crowd reacts in kind, final the two meet mid-ring and lock up, they jockey for position for a moment before Eddie breaks the hold and drops down rolling out of the ring, he circles around to the entryway and picks up his title belt before back pedaling up the ramp, the crowd boos him mightily now as he stops moving but refuses to come back inside the ref begins his count now

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Hilt is frustrated but he won't follow Eddie out

THREE...


FOUR...


FIVE...

Hilt turns around and begins gesturing to the fans trying to fire them up, Eddie charges back down dropping the belt off once again and sliding in under the bottom rope he then charges ahead and attacks Hilt from behind with clubbing blows, Hilt drops down face first to the mat and Eddie begins putting the boots to him Hilt tries to fight him off but Eddie drops down and applies a camel clutch, however being near the ropes Hilt reaches out and grabs a hold, the ref calls for the break but Eddie refuses to release the hold as he continues to rear back on the hold, eventually the ref forces him to break it by pulling him off and backing him into the corner again, Hilt gets to his feet and when he does Eddie charges ahead and snatches a standing side headlock, Hilt attempts to fight it off but Eddie applies more pressure prompting Hilt to back them both against the ropes he shoots Eddie off and stands his ground but gets tackled down to the mat, Eddie looks down at him and hits the opposite side, but Hilt rolls over and Eddie hops over him hitting the other side, Hilt jumps up and goes for a leapfrog but Eddie stops in his tracks and hits a lowblow as Hilt comes down

FP: Eddie with a lowblow and the referee needs to do something about this.

VM: What are you talking about Fletcher, how can Eddie help that Hilt came down right on his leg.

the ref gets on Eddie's case but Eddie brushes past him and hits the ropes before dropping Hilt with a swinging neckbreaker, Eddie makes the cover

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Hilt kicks out but Eddie stands over him waiting for Hilt to get to his feet, he does and Eddie lands a couple of right hands, he goes for another but Hilt blocks it, he then fires back with rights of his own much to the crowds delight, Eddie backs up against the ropes and Hilt whips him off the far side before hitting a big spinebuster, the crowd pops big again as Hilt stands there waiting for Eddie to get up as he fires up the crowd more, Eddie gets to his feet using the ropes and David charges ahead however Eddie drops down pulling the top rope down with him and David spills over the top and to the floor

FP: A nasty fall and David Hilt is in a bad way out here now.

VM: Serves him right using a closed fist like that.

FP: *Sigh*.

Hilt climbs back up on the apron and Eddie tries to grab him but Hilt hits a few forearm smashes prompting Eddie to grab Hilts head and hang him up across the top rope, Hilt crouches down coughing but still maintains his hold, Eddie leans down and grabs him by his hair lifting him back up to a vertical base and suplexes him back into the ring, making the cover

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Hilt kicks out again and Eddie mounts him once again pounding away on Dave's face, Eddie allows Dave to get up and boots him in the gut, he goes for the E-Drop but Dave sweeps his legs out from under him and catapults him face first into the turnbuckles Dave runs up behind him and leans down lifting Eddie up onto his shoulders in an electric chair position, Dave presses him off and tries to slam Eddie down but Eddie comes down on his feet and hits an E-Kick out of nowhere dropping down into the cover

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Dave kicks out at the last moment and Eddie is furious as he gets in the refs face grabbing him by his shirt and backing him up against the ropes, Hilt gets to his feet holding his jaw and he charges forward but Eddie dives out of the way as Hilt crashes body to body with George Chip, Chip collapses to the ground and Eddie reaches into his cutoffs and pulls out an object wrapped in tape, and he palms it Dave gets to his feet and turns just in time to block the blow coming at him, Dave shoves Eddie back and boots him in the gut, Eddie drops the object and Dave grabs it and tucks it into his tights to keep it from Eddie's grasp Dave then lifts Eddie up for the Crossguard but Eddie slips off the back and attempts the E-Drop again, this time Dave escapes and takes him down with a small package, Chip is stirring and makes the count from where he's laying

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Eddie kicks out after a slow two and Chip gets back to his feet a little dazed, Eddie gets to his feet and Dave lifts him up this time nailing the Crossguard, he then makes the cover

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THREE!!!

the referee calls for the bell and Hilt gets to his feet with his hands raised in the air, the referee calls for a ring hand to hand him the belt, which he does, he goes to hand it to Hilt but Eddie snatches it out of his hands and begins bickering with the referee, finally he tells him to check the trunks

FP: Oh no, no no no, David Hilt has earned this victory here tonight!

the ref backs Dave up in the corner and Dave is telling him that this is bull crap trying to explain his side of the story, the referee ignores him and checks the waistline of his trunks, he pulls the object out of Dave's tights and holds it up for Dave to see, he turns to look at Eddie who immediately grabs his head feigning pain and dizziness, Dave tries to explain himself again but it's no use as Chip explains to Shane Sommers his final decision

SS: Ladies and Gentlemen, although David Hilt scored the fall, the referee has reversed the decision due to David Hilt using a concealed weapon, therefor, the winner of this contest by disqualification and still the Mid-Atlantic Champion, Eddie Buchalini JUNIOR!!!

"Soul on Fire" blares over the p.a. again as Eddie drops down to the mat and rolls out to the floor backing up the rampway pointing at an infuriated David Hilt and laughing animatedly

FP: This is a damn crim, David Hilt has been robbed here tonight, and you, me and Eddie know it Val.

VM: Bullcrap, Eddie said he was going to outsmart David Hilt, and he has.

FP: But David certainly wasn't the jobber he was said to be was he.

VM: Doesn't matter, Eddie Buchalini is still champ, and that's one down and one hundred and four to go.

FP: Regardless fans, this has been a very strange night, almost disturbing and we're out of time. But i'm sure that this isn't over and we're gonna see where this all leads next week on the next Road to Over in Dover, good night everyone.

VM: Yeah Yeah, goodnight.

Eddie stands atop the ramp holding the Mid-Atlantic title over his head and pointing into the ring at David Hilt as the scene fades out

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