WARPED 28 "Rebuilding: Phase 3"
Saturday, June 18, 2011
South Philly, PA @ The Asylum Arena
You open the DVD of WARPED 28 "Rebuilding: Phase 3" and enter it into your favorite DVD player. The sounds of "Pogo" by Digitalism play as the WARPED Wrestling logo floats down from the top to the middle of the screen. Underneath that fades in to words "Play DVD". You click... and the show begins.
The show fades in as we see "June 18, 2011 - South Philly, PA - The Asylum Arena " on the bottom right of the screen.
The scene opens up backstage as we see WARPED Wrestling's own Rico Calle and Chad Santana standing in front of the camera.
Chad Santana: "Yo its quite simple - I'm back, and I ain't gonna stand for what's been goin' on lately. This my homie right herr, Rico. We go way back. Tell 'em."
Rico Calle: "No lie. Lil Rico, the Lucha Libre Gangsta, we homeboys til the day we die. Craig, whassup dawg? Where you at now, huh? I'm still waitin' for that match, homie."
Chad Santana: "Craig Cohen, I dare yo ass to come and find me or Rico tonight, cause if ya do come sniffin' where yo ass shouldn't be, you gonna get a cap busted upside yo SKULL! Belie' dat, homeboy."
Chad heads off out of camera view as Rico gives the camera one last look before following. Fade out.
As the action at the Asylum Arena in South Philadelphia kicks off and WARPED Wrestling puts on a show like no other wrestling promotion in the industry can. As the fans mutter amongst themselves, excited about tonight’s card and the no doubt exciting continuation of the World Championship Tournament, Randy Long enters the ring, microphone in hand. Long awaits the crowd to grow silent and introduces the next segment of the show. “Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome…from right here in the ‘City of Brotherly Love’, the Championship Wrestling Council North American Champion, this is…ALEXANDER STARRZOË!!” Long is drown out by the end of his introductions as the sold out crowd of 1,400 people stand on their feet, cheering and chanting Starr’s name. The houselights in the small venue dim as spotlights twirl around the small venue, focusing on the ring and the small entrance ramp. Multicolored orbs dance around the canvas as "Who Shot Ya?" by the Notorious B.I.G. begins to blast through the public announce system while the top of the metal ramp fills with smoke. Alexander StarrZoë emerges from the smoke to the cheers and applause of the fans.
Kris Red: “These fans seem to love Starr. I was very impressed with debut last week, but they’re treating him like a god here tonight!”
Tony D: “What do you expect man? He’s a hometown kid!”
Dressed in stark contrast to his usual out of ring attire of expensive suits, StarrZoë is dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a Michael Vick Philadelphia Eagles jersey, the CWC North American Championship strewn across his right shoulder. Starr struts down the ramp, a broad smile on his face, soaking in the cheers of the hometown crowd. He slaps hands with a few fans at ringside and climbs up onto the top of the turnbuckle, staring into the cheer “sea of people”. The fans have continuously cheered “StarrZoë!” StarrZoë! StarrZoë!” the entire time and have yet to waver as Starr drops into the ring from the turnbuckle and climbs the middle rope, raising his fist in the air and basking in the chorus of his name. Alex hops off the second rope and turns toward Randy Long, motioning for the microphone and asking the announcer to vacate the ring. Alex clears his throat and smiles like a schoolboy as the fans continue to chant, there’s almost a blush in his complexion. He allows the fans another moment to cheer and then quiets them down with his hand. “Good God damn!” Starr laughs, “you guys really know how to welcome a dude back home don’t you? Before I go on, there’s something I’ve always wanted to do. You see, I don’t get to come back here much in-ring wise, it’s generally only in my off time. Every time I do come back though, I keep meaning to do something, and I never get a chance, so…bear with me.”
“Oooh…WHO SAYS, YOU CAN’T GO HOME…” Starr begins to sing, in the most obscenely off-tune way possible, singing a fan favorite of local rock band Bon Jovi. The fans sing and laugh along as StarrZoë continues, “whether it’s a thousand miles away or just a mile up the road. There’s only one place left I want to go…” Starr pauses as the fans continue the chorus, “hmm, maybe I should stick to wrestling and leave the singing to Jon and the boys, huh? Well, lets get right to it then; of course, I am Alexander StarrZoë and I’m the best damn thing to happen to this city since Julius Erving! I am the King of Philly and more home grown than the best weed this city has to offer! Forget the Phillies and fuck Ryan Howard, there’s a parade down Broad Street every time I come back home! I was born and raised just a few blocks away on 4th and Oregon. Hell, most of my family is in attendance tonight and I think my first girlfriend is sitting in the third row…yeah that’s her. She just flashed me and you know, you never forget your first pair of titties! It’s probably safe to assume everyone in attendance tonight knows me, but this is my first non-wrestling public debut as a member of the Warped roster and some of the guys in the back may not know me as well as you guys, so everyone in the back,” StarrZoë turns toward the entrance ramp. Get real close to those few monitors we have back there and listen to everything I say, hang onto my words for dear life, like they were the only thing keeping you from falling off the edge of Mount Everest!”
Alexander laughs; “I’ve been a World Champion countless times, I’ve held two CWC Championships, and for the last two months I was the most sought after free agent in this industry! Joey Matthews himself approached me a few weeks back at a CWC event and ‘promised me the moon’ if I signed on that dotted line and now, here I am. Last week I beat on a Jew, this week I’m going to end the career of a Mexican, and hell, maybe next week I’ll take the ‘StarrZoë Ass Kicking’ tour international, cross across seas and beat on a few Iraqis! I guess you can call me an equal opportunity ass kicker, I don’t care if your white, black, red, or yellow, I don’t give a fuck what God you pray to, or what country you were born in, if you’re standing in my way, consider it the last mistake you’ll make in your life. I can be your best friend or your worst enemy. If you’re on my side, I can help advance your career past the clouds, if you cross me, I’ll end that very same career in a heartbeat! Lets set a few facts straight; Korrupt, a few weeks ago won the World Championship, congratulations man; it was a hard fought victory. I saw thumbtacks, steel chairs, and that submission move that made Crowbar tap out, damn man, just incredible. But, I have some bad news for you champ…I got the official Championship Wrestling Council rankings in a few days ago you just made the cut and you won the title in late April! You’re ranked somewhere like 23rd, while I’ve been top ten or above for countless MONTHS and have stayed at number three for consecutive weeks!”
Kris Red: "He's not lyin'.."
“The distribution of talent around here seems a bit lopsided, don’t you think?” StarrZoë asks, cracking a smile. “But this isn’t my first time to the dance, I understand paying my dues and of course ‘good things come to those that wait’, but you should be aware of a few small facts. The way you and the rest of the Movement has things on lock around here, I’m sure you’ve been told before that all three of you have targets on your back. But it seems like the talent around these parts are aiming with bows and arrows, I’ve got heat-seeking missiles in my arsenal! I’d also like to mention Rico Callie for a moment; Rico, please do me a favor and continue to beat Craig Cohen senseless. If you fail to do so, it will become my responsibility and I don’t like having to go out of my way to do something because someone else couldn’t. Anton Chase, it would seem that you found yourself two homes within the last few months, Warped and PrYde Wrestling. You know me well enough Chase, you know I dominated PrYde and beat on you a few good times while I was there. You have a championship, I like championships, I like beating people and taking those championships…sleep on that. Percy Vanderbilt, I’d like to congratulate you on a great performance two weeks ago, what I saw you do in that ring was impressive. But I can’t help but notice a lot of myself in you and I don’t really like that. It’s like you turned on the television one day, saw me and said ‘wow, this dude’s really talented, I’m going to recreate what I see him do and just shave my head so no one can say I tried to mimic him!’ I mean shit, you’re a little obnoxious motherfucker, I can tell. You bother me a bit, like someone going to Little Havana in New York City dressed like Fidel. You strike me as the type of guy that jerks off on the sheets when he stays at hotels.”
Starr shakes his head; “I don’t know, maybe I’m wrong. Hell, maybe I’m just a bit paranoid, who really knows. I know there’s a difference between us though; see, my words, they kill, damage, and slaughter, almost like a third world country’s tap water. You, you just remind me of a raging alcoholic, like George Bush’s daughters. I pray for your own sake that maybe you just happen to be another guy from Philly, I know a lot of us are alike. If I do continue to see you grow into a knock-off of me though, I’m going to knock you out!” Starr turns back toward the fans, “well, that just about does it for me. I have to send an illegal immigrant back across the boarder. Just a quick question before I go though; who where bought their tickets tonight to see the World Championship tournament?” A few fans cheer. “Right, who here bought tickets to see the Movement?” Even fewer fans cheer. “Got ya, and who here bought tickets to see Alexander StarrZoë?” Seemingly the entire arena stands on their feet and cheers as loudly as they can. StarrZoë just smiles, shakes his head, and drops the microphone.
Tony D: “StarrZoë better watch his mouth. A few of the things he said here tonight could get him in a lot of trouble.”
Kris Red: “I don’t think it matters at this point. I highly doubt the Movement will be paying attention to the new guy.”
Randy Long: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing Alexander StarrZoe's opponent - from Elizabeth, New Jersey, weighing in at 219 pounds, he is the Lucha Libre Gangster, Chad Santana!"
The sound of "Deep Cover" by Dr. Dre plays as everyone turns toward the ring entrance area. The lyrics are heard: "Tonight's the night I get in some shit, (Yeah) Deep cover on the incognito tip" and out walks Chad Santana in baggy, sagging shorts, a sports jersey, and a bandana on his head. He throws up hand signs and screams out in Spanish as he makes his way toward the ring. Santana slaps hands of fans before he rolls into the ring. He slaps his chest twice with his left hand then raises it into the air with his hand formed into a gun.
Tony D: "And here we are - Chad Santana taking on Philly's own Alexander StarrZoe. Santana is making his in-ring return tonight after making his surprise return at WARPED 27 by assisting Rico Calle."
Kris Red: "Yeah speaking of which, where is Rico anyway tonight?"
The bell rings and both men circle each other. Alexander StarrZoe is getting huge chants. They lock up.. StarrZoe with an arm wrench, and Santana counters into one of his own. StarrZoe counters into a chicken wing, and Santana snap mares him over but StarrZoe lands on his feet. StarrZoe with a kick, but Santana grabs his leg and spins him around, reverse waistlock...StarrZoe elbows out and goes behind and applies his own reverse waistlock. StarrZoe goes for a German Suplex but Santana lands on his feet and they both turn to each other in a stand off as the crowd applauds.
Tony D: "A nice display of wrestling in the early moments of this match by both men and the crowd appreciates it."
They lock up.. Santana pushes StarrZoe into the ropes, causes a break, and cheap shots him with an elbow. Santana locks in a side headlock, but Alexander StarrZoe quickly reverses to one of his own. Santana fights out with elbow shots. They tie up..and jockey for control. Santana hits a big European uppercut, but he walks right into a series of elbows and a big forearm from StarrZoe. Chad Santana runs to the ropes and comes back with a shoulderblock, but quickly falls victim to a big kick, followed by a Belly to Belly Suplex! Santana pushes himself up to his feet and StarrZoe is right on him as he hits a Full Nelson Slam! He then hits the ropes and returns hitting P3! He covers.. 1.. 2.. kick out!
Kris Red: "Philly's Finest Flyer gets a two count!"
StarrZoe brings Santana to his feet and goes for a Fisherman Suplex but Santana escapes and tries for The Regulator but as Santana swings his arm around to complete the move, StarrZoe escapes and grabs him around the waist and hits a German Suplex! He then leaps up onto the top buckle and hits a 450 Shooting Star Splash!
Tony D: "The Rising Starr!"
He covers.. 1... 2.. 3! And this one is over! The bell sounds...
Randy Long: "Here is your winner - Alexander StarrZoe!"
Philly erupts in cheers and applause as "Who Shot Ya?" by Notorious B.I.G hits the PA System in the Asylum Arena. StarrZoe gets to his feet and the ref raises his arm as he looks excited for picking up the victory!
From the entrance way comes Craig Cohen as he is simply crossing his arms and surveying what just went down. StarrZoe notices him and tells him to come on if he wants some! Craig shakes his head and turns his back and starts going through the curtain when Rico Calle out of the blue comes flying through the curtain and tackles Cohen! He wales away with right hands and gets to his feet. Cohen gets up and Rico charges at him and hits COLLISION the Running Front Dropkick and it sends Cohen right into the metal structure of the stage. Rico stands tall over Cohen talking trash as officials rush out to seperate him from Cohen. The fans continue to cheer as Alexander StarrZoe looks on from in the ring.
The cameras backstage catch PKA rapidly pacing back and forth in front of a door that is marked "President Joey Matthew". He stops, knock knock knock.. and continues to pace. He grunts loudly and opens the door, heading on in without being invited. Joey Matthew stands up, annoyed clearly as he is in the middle of a conversation. PKA grabs the phone and hangs it up on the receiver.
Joey Matthew: "And what in the hell do you think you're doing? That was an important call. You can't just barge in here like that and hang up my phones.."
PKA: "First of all - who the hell uses a hard line phone these days? Second of all, I am P..K..A.. you can't fucking do shit about it."
Joey sighs and sits down.
Joey Matthew: "Oh, is that so?"
PKA: "Yeah, it is."
Joey Matthew: "What do you want?"
PKA grins and grabs a chair and has a seat across the desk.
PKA: "What do IIIII want? What do I want... what DO I want? Good question. Even I don't know the answer to that."
Joey Matthew: "Well I'm glad you're waisting my time with riddles. Do me a favor, come back when you know why you're here."
PKA: "Nah, I think I'll stay. What, are you busy? Too busy for me?"
Joey Matthew: "Look, I don't have time for this. I have people to talk to, contracts to sign, phone calls to return.."
PKA: "And more bad decisions to make? Oh yeah, sure Joey, do that. Go call your little CWC buddies and see if you can find the 'next big thing' - oh wait, you already have, right? That StarrZoe guy.. I hear he's your new shit."
Joey Matthew: "What is the meaning of all of this anyway...?"
PKA: "I heard all about it. And how about the other new guys you signed? Uh Mark Dalton and Percy Vanderdouche, where are they?"
Joey Matthew: "You know damn good and well that Dalton is no longer with us."
PKA: "Yeah, after one dark match, what a great signing. And Vanderdouche?"
Joey Matthew: "Vanderbilt.. he. Look that's not important."
PKA: "Oh, he no-showed? Shocker. Look, I'm glad the hard earned money that you're making thanks to me is being used wisely. I hope you're drawing big bucks, because I sure as hell ain't seein' any of it."
Joey Matthew: "And why is it all about you, huh? Aren't you apart of a 'group', a Movement, if you will?"
PKA: "I will. And I am. But look it - I'm not the part of that group that lost when it counted most at WARPED 27, and tonight will be no different."
Joey Matthew: "Oh I'm sure they'll love to know your feelings about them. Perhaps you should go find Crowbar and Korrupt and tell them that, and get out of my office."
PKA: "Just you wait.. I don't know what you're up to with all of this nonsense, but tonight - after I beat SwitchBlade in a FnX rules match, MY RULES, I will win the World Heavyweight Championship, and I will run this company."
Joey Matthew: "Oh, you'll run it.. right into a wall I'm sure."
PKA shakes his head at Joey.
PKA: "You don't know. You really don't get it. I know you're hurting, Joey. I know you won't be able to do this for much longer. I know you've been having these 'mysterious phone calls' in the last couple of months because you're having financial problems. Just wait until the checks start bouncing and people come knocking at your door looking for answers. Then, and only then, you'll be coming to ME for help, just like you did when you started this place. Just you wait."
PKA flips the chair and opens the door, slamming it behind him, as Joey takes a deep breathe and runs his hands through his hair, elbows on his desk. Fade out...
The scene fades into the ring area in the ASYLYM ARENA and Randy Long stands tall ready to announce the Evolution Championship match!
Randy Long: "The following contest is a Triple Threat Match scheduled for one fall and it is for the Evolution Championship! Introducing first.. being accompanied to the ring by Miss Karla; from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 228 pounds..."Sensational" Sean Edmunnnnnnds!"
The first few guitar riffs of "Brain Stew" by Green Day blare over the PA system. The lights dim and four local area women walk out holding Fourth of July sparklers ... they line the outside of the entrance way ... and through the curtain steps "Simply Sensational" Sean Edmunds. Miss Karla follows behind him and as they make their way to the ring, Edmunds jaws with a few fans. Edmunds climbs one of the corners and throws his hands in the air as the fans jeer him. He hops off, turns around and waits for Miss Karla to take off his robe.
Randy Long: "And from Columbus, Ohio, weighing in at 345 pounds - Grendel!"
The lights go black in the arena then the arena is flooded with green lights on the stage. As the whistling starts in the opening of Rammstein’s "Engel". Jade steps out from behind the curtain she slides to the right of the stage. The guitars stop pouring out over the PA system and as the lyrics start Grendel steps out from behind the curtain he grabs his left wrist and rolls it twice and then grabs his right wrist and rolls it twice, and then locks his fingers and craks then and rolls his neck twice and starts walking to the ring with a look of determination on his face. As Grendel walks to the ring with Jade by his side he pays no attention to the fans and when he gets to the ring ducks under the top rope. As Grendel enters he walks to the center and holds up one fist as the lights go to normal in the arena.
Randy Long: "And introducing the NEW Evolution Champion, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 210 pounds - The Future.. Anton Chaaaaaase!"
As Faint By Linkin Park blasts over the pa system, white smoke fills the entrance way as a person is seen behind the white smoke, as the person steps forward in front of the white smoke Anton Chase makes his way down the ramp way, with a cocky smile on his face and his arms out at the side, he climbs in the ring and climbs the second ropes and puts one hand up in the air.
Tony D: "Triple Threat time! Anton Chase won the title 14 days ago and is already having his first title defense tonight against the two men who didn't get pinned in the Four Corner Survival Match - Grendel and Sean Edmunds."
Kris Red: "Clearly this is the right decision made by President Joey Matthew, give the former champion, Grendel, a rematch for the title, and give Sean Edmunds his shot again as well. Chase pinned Malik Logan at WARPED 27, as you eluded to."
Tony D: "Grendel has been quite silent in the last week, leaving many to question whether he would show up tonight or not."
Kris Red: "He's been acting real weird lately... pretty much giving his title away 14 days ago at WARPED 27, and the show before that he practically laid down for Cameron MacNichol in the World Title tournament.. "
The bell sounds... Sean Edmunds goes right after Grendel with repeated right hands, backing him into the corner.
Tony D: "And here we go!"
Anton Chase comes over and pulls him off and goes for a right hand but Edmunds blocks and returns with his own right hand. Edmunds with the armbar taking him down and then applies a wrist lock. Chase with a head scissors on Edmunds and Edmunds escapes. Grendel grabs Sean Edmunds and whips him into the ropes and Edmunds holds on. Grendel charges and Edmunds backdrops him over the top!
Tony D: "Grendel goes overboard!"
Kris Red: "Oh how hard the big ones fall!"
This allows Anton Chase to come at Edmunds with a knee lift, followed by a side headlock, but Edmunds gets out of the hold and he puts Chase in an arm bar and wrist lock once more. Chase escapes and gets to his feet.. Edmunds rises, and Chase goes for an irish whip, but Edmunds counters. Chase hits the ropes and returns and hits a headscissors on Edmunds that sends him to the outside of the ring!
Tony D: "Whoa they're a little close to us!"
Kris Red: "Chase is gonna fly!"
Chase sets for a slingshot move to the floor, beginning the move, but Edmunds hurries to his feet and slides into the ring and Chase lands on the apron. Sean Edmunds strikes a pose, and is cut off as Anton Chase comes in with a shoulder and then he slingshots in and hits a Reverse DDT! Chase covers.. 1... kick out!
Tony D: "Chase kicks out at two!"
Kris Red: "Impressive back and forth action man! I love this!"
Anton Chase measures off Sean Edmunds as he is rising to his feet.. Chase runs to the ropes just as Grendel was climbing up and they collide and bump heads. Edmunds hits a Reverse Crescent Kick and covers.. 1.. 2.. kick out!
Tony D: "A quick two count there for Sean Edmunds!"
Kris Red: "The big man is back!"
Grendel comes into the ring and Edmunds kicks him in the gut and goes for a piledriver but Grendel backdrops him over the ropes, however Edmunds holds onto the ropes and brings himself onto the apron. He then grabs the head of Grendel and pulls him down, the back of his neck snapping off the ropes.
Kris Red: "Aww major whiplash there from the Sensational one! Look at the pretty Miss Karla clap for her man.. what a hot piece of ass."
Tony D: "Who are you talking about, Edmunds or Karla!"
Kris Red: "Oh do you have to even ask that!!"
Edmunds hops up on the apron and climbs the turnbuckle, then leaps off with an Elbow Drop, connecting! He rolls Grendel onto his back and hooks the leg.. 1.. 2... Anton Chase breaks it up!
Tony D: "We almost had a new Evolution Champion!"
Chase brings Edmunds to his feet and simultaneously both throw a standing dropkick! They get to their feet and stand-off, and Grendel comes at both for a dual clothesline but they both duck. Grendel turns around and Chase asks him what the hell he is doing?
Kris Red: "Do Chase and Grendel have an understanding that we're not privy to?"
Edmunds kicks Chase in the gut and throws him into Grendel shoulder-first to the gut. Grendel drops to one knee and Edmunds runs and hits a Hurricanrana! He covers... 1... 2... kick out!
Tony D: "Edmunds with the two count off the Rana!! I don't know Kris, but it seems to have started at WARPED 27.. who knows what is really going on!"
Edmunds to his feet. Chase is in the corner.. Edmunds charges and Chase moves out of the way and Edmunds pauses and turns around only to get lit up with repeated chops. Irish whip to Edmunds right into Grendel who hits a big samoan drop. He covers.. 1... 2.. Chase kicks Grendel off! Grendel up to his feet and pushes Chase. And Chase pushes back!
Tony D: "It looks like whatever agreement they had might be breaking down..."
Kris Red: "Yeah, Grendel decided he wanted to win the match and Anton Chase isn't too into that idea I guess."
Grendel knees him in the gut and goes for an irish whip but Chase puts on the breaks and leaps up and kicks him in the side of the face! Grendel is wobbly and Chase whips him into the ropes..Grendel returns and Chase goes for a dropkick but Grendel puts on the breaks! Chase gets to his feet, grabbing the back of his head, as Grendel hits the ropes and returns with a HUGE LARIAT~! but Chase ducks and Grendel takes out Sean Edmunds!!
Kris Red: "Wrong place - Wrong Time!!"
Tony D: "Sean Edmunds taken out with the huge LARIAT!"
Grendel then turns around Chase hits a Superkick then gets pulled in and gets planted with the Styles Clash/Chaos Theory!!
Tony D: "Chaos Theory!!!"
Anton covers... 1... 2... 3!!!
Kris Red: "Its OVA!"
The bell sounds and Anton Chase has successfully defended his Evolution Championship!
Randy Long: "Here is your winner and STILL Evolution champion, Anton Chase!"
"Faint" By Linkin Park hits as Anton Chase gets to his feet and is awarded the Evolution Title. He holds it in the air and points to himself showing off that he is STILL champion! The ref raises his arm in the air and he soaks up the mixed reaction from the fans as he poses with his championship. From behind, Sean Edmunds slowly gets to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up, clearly still hurting from the big lariat. He shouts something out to Chase and he turns around. Edmunds gets in his face and points to the title and says that belongs to him and Chase shakes his head and confidently holds the title in the air. Chase turns his back to Edmunds and Edmunds then grabs his arm and turns him around hits an Inverted Atomic Drop and then hits a Northern Lights Suplex and holds it on as the fans in the arena count "1.. 2.. 3" and he lets go of the bridge, standing up, as Chase clutches his back in pain on the mat. Edmunds picks up the Evolution Title and looks at it, then tosses it down at Chase. Miss Karla hops up on the apron and holds the ropes as Edmunds goes through the ropes and down to the floor, his lady joining him as they head up the aisle. Faaaaaade out....
To the ring!
Randy Long: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 200 pounds and being accompanied by his sister Dyan - Cameron MacNicholllll!"
As "Stranglehold" crunches out over the speaker system, Cameron walks out from behind the curtain arm-in-arm with his sister Dyan. They pause, he gives her a brotherly peck on the cheek, and they continue on down to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope, and she prompts the audience to cheer louder
Randy Long: "And his opponent, representing The Movement! This is Crowwwwwwbarrr!"
"Line Of Blood" by Ty Stone begins to play. The arena goes dark as green strobe lights illuminate the stage, while the ring is light up red. Crowbar steps out from behind the curtain wearing stressed looking jeans, black boots, and a black t-shirt, with an evil, uncaring smile to a chorus of boo's. He stands on the stage and looks around, his face only light up by the green strobes. He starts walking down to the ring, looking around and laughing at the hate the fans have for him. He climbs up the steps into the red and extends his arms out to his sides as the line "They say i'm the bastard son of one bad motherfuckin' line of blood" hits as the crowd continue to express their distaste.
Tony D: "Both of these men have something in common - they both lost in the semi-finals of the World Title number one contenders Tournament.."
Kris Red: "Say that a little louder, Tony D, Crowbar might break your neck..."
The bell sounds and both men lock up... Crowbar overpowers MacNichol and backs him into the ropes. The referee tells him to back off the ropes! Crowbar backs off then kicks Cameron in the gut.
Tony D: "Crowbar very aggressive in the opening of this contest."
He then goes for an irish whip and sends MacNichol into the corner hard! Crowbar walks over to the corner of the ring that MacNichol landed in and he then climbs to the second rope in front of MacNichol. Crowbar starts to hit him with right hand shots to the side of the temple. The ref is telling Crowbar to get it out of the corner but Crowbar is not listening!
Tony D: "Crowbar better back it off or he'll get disqualified!"
Kris Red: "Man Crowbar doesn't look like a very happy man!"
Finally the ref starts to make the five count 1......2......3.......4 ..as the ref gets to the count of four we see Crowbar drop down and back off. Now that the count was stopped he climbs up the turnbuckle and climbs to the top and it appears that he is taking MacNichol up with him. Crowbar sets him up for a Superplex and takes him down to the middle of the ring with huge impact!
Kris Red: "Crowbar with a Superplex!!"
Tony D: "It looks like that move took the air out of both men though."
Kris Red: "Something has gotten into Crowbar tonight. I'm surprised PKA or Korrupt aren't here with him, either. What happened to their newfound battle plan of sticking together?"
Tony D: "Personally I'm glad they aren't out here. They're dangerous.."
Kris Red: "Forget about them being dangerous. They took over our jobs at the last event and we still got paid for that. Come on, do it again!"
Tony D: "Well regardless, its just Crowbar out here now.. and he's starting to come to it seems.. Cameron, not so much."
Crowbar rolls over and gets his wits about him and slowly gets to his feet. He picks up MacNichol and knees him in the gut and hits him with a right hand. MacNichol battles back with a right hand of his own and Crowbar drops to a knee. MacNichol with an irish whip.. Crowbar off the ropes and MacNichol with a clothesline! Crowbar ducks under and hits the ropes and bounces off, coming back to MacNichol with Element Zero!
Tony D: "Crowbar hits Element Zero out of nowhere!"
He spears him down tot he mat and covers... 1.. 2... kick out!!
Crowbar brings MacNichol to his feet and sends him into the corner and charges in but MacNichol moves and Crowbar hits the turnbuckle chest-first.. MacNichol hits the ropes as Crowbar stumbles back and MacNichol goes for another clothesline but Crowbar ducks and MacNichol turns back and CROWBAR LEAPS UP!
Tony D: "KFO!"
Crowbar hits the Jumping Cutterrrrrrrrr and drops MacNichol! He covers... 1.... 2... 3!!!
Kris Red: "Knocked Da Fuuuuuuuuuuh out!"
The bell sounds.
Randy Long: "Here is your winner - Crowbarrrrrrr!"
The crowd boos and Crowbar goes back to MacNichol and stomps away as the ref pleads for him to back off. Crowbar pushes the referee down and continues stomping at Cameron MacNichol. Dyan screams out from ringside and Crowbar looks her way and gets out of the ring, on the prowl towards her. She quivers and begins backing up as Crowbar comes around the ring. He grows closer now and she asks for him to stay away! He shakes his head and does a b-line for the ring as Cameron MacNichol is getting to his feet and he hits another KFO! Crowbar stands up as the fans continue to boo and Dyan pleads for him to let it go!! The referee tells Crowbar to back off and Crowbar then hits the KFO on him!
The camera cuts to a hallway where we see SwitchBlade walking towards the ring entrance, the camera following him the whole time. The camera then split screens and PKA can be seen walking along a separate hallway, his destination also being the ring.
Tony D: "And folks, in just a moment we’ll have our tournament final between SwitchBlade and PKA with the winner becoming number one contender for the World Championship!"
Kris Red: "And it’s gonna be an FnX match? Hide the children, folks. It’s gonna get messy!"
To the ring.. Randy Long stands ready to announce.
Randy Long: "The following contest is a FnX Rules match with a number one contendership for the World Championship on the line! Introducing first, from Wichita, Kansas, weighing in at 201 pounds - "Grade A" P..K..A!"
The arena goes dark and the spotlight shines on the entrance stage, with blue strobe lights mixed in with the white, bright spotlights. From the entrance comes PKA, clothed in black boots, black, baggy jeans, a white tank top wife beater, and a black leather jacket over that. He also wears a black hat, faced backwards, with a long, silver chain around his neck. In his hands is a shopping basket with a few items in it, ranging from a STOP SIGN, light tubes, chains, and more. PKA heads down the aisle. He looks lost, depressed, unhappy, as he walks down the ramp. PKA puts the basket on the announce table and slides in the ring. He surveys the crowd with a look of sorrow on his face, before hopping into the ring from the turnbuckle. He takes off his hat, chain, and leather jacket, and hands it over to the referee who takes it to ringside, and he then leans up against the corner.
Randy Long: "And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 192 pounds - SwitchBlaaaaaade!"
SwitchBlade slowly steps through the curtain to a large number of cheers. He is dressed in his usual attire of a black short sleeve shirt with a leather jacket, blue jeans, and black shoes. He also has on his trademark gold belt and sunglasses, but this time also has a necklace with a switchblade pendant on it. Upon making his way to the ring he high fives a few of the fans, and then slides into the ring. He gets up, takes off his sunglasses and necklace and tosses them aside. He waves to the fans, and then offers PKA a handshake before starting the match. PKA crosses his arms and shakes his head, making it clear he wants no part in that.
Kris Red: "FnX rules baby, this is gonna be an amazing match.."
Tony D: "Its all on the line tonight with these two men. One will walk out as the Number One Contender, but which will it be?"
Kris Red: "My money is on PKA.. he's on fire lately."
Tony D: "But SwitchBlade has been on fire since day one, Kris.. don't forget that."
The bell sounds and these two immediately meet in the middle of the ring with a collar and elbow tie up.
Kris Red: "We'll see!"
SwitchBlade overpowers PKA, pushing him down to the mat, but PKA holds his balance and starts to push back up. Vertical position now.. PKA knees SwitchBlade in the gut and twists his arm, but SwitchBlade escapes and twists PKA's instead. SwitchBlade with a go behind chicken-wing, and PKA grabs the head of SwitchBlade and leaps up, hitting a big snap mare. SwitchBlade up.. he runs at PKA who goes for a Spinning Heel Kick but SwitchBlade ducks and goes behind, then drops him with a belly to back suplex! SwitchBlade with the first cover.. 1.. kick out.
Tony D: "The first cover goes to SwitchBlade and PKA kicks out quickly."
PKA rolls to the outside and shakes his finger at SwitchBlade. He tells SwitchBlade to bring it on! SwitchBlade refuses and PKA grabs a chair and has a seat, crossing his arms and legs.
Kris Red: "Clearly he wants to do things HIS way.. as it should be!"
SwitchBlade can't stand it so he goes out of the ring on the other side from where PKA is, and he walks past the announce table. PKA stands up and holds the chair up, swinging it to keep SwitchBlade back.
Tony D: "PKA is swingin' that chair like a fly swatter!"
Kris Red: "You swing your fly swatter like that? You must have an awful infestation of flies then.."
SwitchBlade reaches out at one of the swings and pulls the chair away from PKA. Shocked and scared, PKA quickly runs and slides into the ring. He stands up and does some jumping jacks as SwitchBlade slides into the ring with the chair in hand. PKA then kicks SwitchBlade in the head and pulls him up, connecting with his patented forearm shots repeatedly. He backs SwitchBlade into the ropes and sends him into the far corner. PKA picks up the chair and throws it at SwitchBlade, but SwitchBlade catches the chair and tosses it right back at PKA's face! "Oh, my HEAD! Fuck!" exclaims PKA as he drops to both knees, clutching his head. The crowd cheers as SwitchBlade charges in with a big kick to his head, and then he covers.. 1.. 2.. kick out.
SwitchBlade brings PKA up to his feet and connects with a right hand, and another. He sets him up for a suplex and connects with a snap suplex! Cover... 1.. 2.. kick out!
Tony D: "Two quick pinfall attempts from SwitchBlade but PKA isn't letting that finish him off!"
Kris Red: "Please, ya gonna have to do more than that to win the match!"
SwitchBlade applies a chin-lock on PKA and the ref drops down to check if PKA wants to give it up, and he says "Hell the fuck no!" and reaches back and pulls the hair of SwitchBlade, causing him to slightly scream out.
Tony D: "PKA is being very 'wordy' tonight. Oh man!"
PKA then hits a reverse headbutt and escapes the hold.
Kris Red: "Ha! What was that!"
SwitchBlade grabs his chin where PKA's head hit and PKA hits a front low dropkick to the face of SwitchBlade! He then leaps onto the second rope and springboards back into a senton but SwitchBlade gets his knees up! PKA grabs his back as SwitchBlade then picks him up and hits a belly to belly suplex into the turnbuckle, folding PKA up!! He pulls PKA to his feet and sets him up for another belly to belly and sends him once again into the turnbuckle, folding him up like an acordian! He covers PKA, hooking the leg, PKA all caught up in the ropes and everything, and the ref counts 1... 2... but SwitchBlade pulls PKA up by his hair and levels him across the face with a right hand!
Tony D: "We don't see SwitchBlade do something like that very often.. but he's sending a message it'd appear!"
Kris Red: "After the allegations that PKA sent SwitchBlade's way this past week, of course he's pissed. Call me a child molester, I wanna kill ya..."
SwitchBlade pulls him up to his feet and lifts him onto the top buckle and climbs up. He looks to be setting PKA up for a Piledriver off the top! SwitchBlade is slow to put PKA into place as to keep his balance, and this costs him as PKA escapes and hits a few forearm shots to the face of SwitchBlade, causing him to drop off the top. PKA gets his wits about him as SwitchBlade rises to his feet. PKA then leaps off with the Buff Blockbuster! He quickly covers, 1... kick out! PKA covers him again.. 1.. kick out!
Kris Red: "If at first ya don't succeed, try try again!"
PKA slaps the mat and rolls out of the ring and grabs a STOP SIGN from the basket that he brought out with him. He slides into the ring with it and SwitchBlade is ready for him as he gets to his feet and short-arm clotheslines him down. He grabs the STOP sign and brings it down on the stomach of PKA! He grabs his midsection as SwitchBlade tosses the Stop sign down and grabs the steel chair, taking it to the corner. He tries to wedge it inbetween the middle and top rope.
Tony D: "SwitchBlade is in control and has some bad things in mind it'd appear."
Kris Red: "Yeah but while he's over there doing that PKA is getting up mannn!"
Meanwhile, PKA gets to his feet. SwitchBlade turns back and kicks PKA in the gut and goes for an irish whip into the chair, but PKA puts on the breaks and hits a sitout jawbreaker. He then goes for an irish whip to the chair, but SwitchBlade counters and sends PKA running at it, but he leaps onto the top rope and moonsaults off, but SwitchBlade moves out of the way! PKA hits the mat hard! SwitchBlade brings him to his feet and throws him head-first into the chair!!!
Kris Red: "OH MY GOD!"
"Holy Shit! Holy Shit!!"
SwitchBlade pulls PKA's head out of the steel chair and covers... 1.... 2.... KICK OUT!
SwitchBlade brings PKA to his feet and hops up on the second buckle. He hooks both arms of PKA then kicks off the corner, twisting and hitting a Double Arm Tornado DDT! PKA hits the mat and stains it with the blood that's now trickling from his face!
Kris Red: "PKA is seeing red!"
SwitchBlade covers... 1.. 2... kick out!!
Tony D: "PKA is bleeding all over!"
SwitchBlade pulls PKA up and applies a Dragon Sleeper and PKA flales his arms around, but starts fading. PKA brings his right hand up and tries to punch SwitchBlade, but it doesn't phaze him and SwitchBlade drops PKA on his head with a Reverse DDT! SwitchBlade covers again... 1... 2... shoulder up!
PKA rolls away and out on the apron. SwitchBlade gets to his feet and heads that way and reaches over the ropes, pulling PKA up by his hair. PKA screams out as SwitchBlade pulls him up and pulls him along the apron and drives his face into the top turnbuckle! PKA drops off the apron and hits the floor, now on all fours. SwitchBlade gets out on the apron and hops down as PKA pulls himself up with the barricade. SwitchBlade charges and clotheslines PKA over it and sends him into the crowd! The fans scatter as SwitchBlade puts one leg over and hops over the barricade and picks up PKA, delivering a hard right hand. The referee follows them out into the fans and SwitchBlade backs off as the fans clear the way.. he then runs and hits an STO onto the floor! Cover! 1... 2.... kick out!
Tony D: "STO onto the solid cement floor... that couldn't had felt good!!"
SwitchBlade now grabs a chair and turns it and grabs another and turns it toward the other chair, the seats touching. He then pulls PKA up to his feet and PKA is very slow to get up. SwitchBlade points to the chairs and the fans cheer! He applies a reverse waistlock on PKA, looking for a German Suplex into the chairs, but PKA elbows SwitchBlade in the face. PKA then leaps onto the barricade and leaps off, spinning 180 and grabbing SwitchBlade by the head and hitting the Buff Blockbuster through the chairs!
"Holy shit! Holy shit!"
Tony D: "I can't believe that! PKA has cat-like reflexes! How did he do that?!"
The chairs flip and bend and SwitchBlade is laying on the floor now, with PKA about a foot away, very slow to continue with anything else. But he slowly now turns over and crawls into the cover.. 1..... 2...... kick out!!
Tony D: "Just a two count! How did SwitchBlade kick out?!"
Kris Red: "You're just full of questions tonight. PKA all the way! Crimson mask and all!"
PKA drops his head and places both palms on the floor, pushing himself up. He grabs SwitchBlade by the hair and pulls him to his feet, delivering a forearm shot, and another, and another. The blood continues to trickle down the face of PKA as he brings SwitchBlade to the barricade and throwing him over it. PKA lets his body fall over the barricade and down to the floor where he folds up. He wipes the blood from his eyes and looks very dazed and confused as he gets to his feet. SwitchBlade rises and PKA comes at SwitchBlade, and Switchy is ready for him with a right hand. He grabs the basket of goodies that PKA brought with him and charges at PKA, but he ducks! PKA picks up a flourescent light tube that was poured out and CRASH~!, destroys the item over SwitchBlade's head!
Tony D: "PKA with the light tube to the skull of SwitchBlade!!!"
Kris Red: "Flying Glass for the LOSS! Oooh man!"
SwitchBlade drops to one knee and his head wobbles all around as PKA charges and hits a picture perfect Shining WIZARD~! He goes for the cover... then as the ref drops down to count, PKA second thinks it. He yells at the announce team to clear the table. Kris, Tony, and Randy all move out of the way. PKA pulls the table away from the ring a bit and goes back to SwitchBlade, pulling him up and he's clearly busted open now as well! PKA hits a forearm strike that then allows PKA to put SwitchBlade on the table. He slides into the ring and gets up, stomping the mat and clapping his hands slowly to get the crowd pumped... PKA looks back at SwitchBlade once more to make sure he's still in place on the table.. PKA then runs to the ropes, bounces off and runs, leaping sideways over the ropes and hitting a Shooting Star Press on SwitchBlade through the table!!!
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
Tony D: "Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!!"
Kris Red: "Corkscrew F'n TOPE through a TABLE!!!"
The table is destroyed! The impact of the move and the shape of the table has it where neither man is on top of each other or flat on the floor. The fans are going absolutely NUTS!
Tony D: "They are both dead!"
Kris Red: "They aren't dead!!! But what an awful landing! The table is folded up.. their bodies are destroyed.. wow.."
The ref checks on both to see if they are still okay to wrestle, or if they are even alive! Finally PKA brings his left hand over and is able to flatten the body of SwitchBLade and the ref counts..... 1........2........NOOOOOO~ kick out!!
Tony D: "I can't believe he kicked out!"
Kris Red: "How in the HELL!"
Tony D: "It had to be in SwitchBlade's favor that PKA wasn't able to make the cover immediately.. it might've been all over then."
The fans cannot believe it as they erupt in cheers! PKA's eyes widen and his jaw drops as he lays there in the rubbage. He sits up and looks at SwitchBlade with a look of shock on his face. He pushes himself up and grabs the apron, rolling in slowly. PKA gets on all fours and drops onto his side and rolls on his back, arms spread out.
Tony D: "PKA is beside himself and clearly frustrated."
Kris Red: "Don't count him out just yet.. "
Meanwhile, SwitchBlade is slowly coming to on top of the broken table. PKA rolls out of the ring and stands up, looking down at SwitchBlade. "Would you just fucking die???" he says as he watches SwitchBlade get to his feet. PKA rolls back into the ring and waits for SwitchBlade to get to his feet... PKA then runs to the ropes for a suicide dive but SwitchBlade brings up a piece of the broken wooden table and cracks PKA in the skull with it! PKA is now draped over the middle rope as SwitchBlade cuts the face of PKA with the jagged edges of the wood!
Kris Red: "THAT IS SICK!!"
PKA swings his arms around and pulls himself back into the ring, rolling around and clutching his face. SwitchBlade slowly slides into the ring, still feeling the effects of the match. SwitchBlade gets up and reaches down at PKA, who counters into a Small Package !! 11111.......222222 ! ###33!
Tony D: "Just two!!"
SwitchBlade and PKA both bleed all over the ring as they get up to their feet and exchange very slow-motion like.. SwitchBlade with a right hand, PKA with a forearm shot.. SwitchBlade with a right hand, but PKA ducks and goes behind and leaps on with a rear naked choke, but SwitchBlade backs up and rams PKA into the turnbuckle! PKA stumbles away from the corner and SwitchBlade goes for a bulldog but PKA escapes and pushes SwitchBlade into the ropes and on the rebound hits a SUPERKICK!
Kris Red: "SUPERKICKOOOOOOO~!!!!"
PKA drops down, hooking the leg... 1.........22222222222222222222 !~ 3333333333333
Tony D: "kickoutttttttt!"
Kris Red: "jUST IN TIME!"
PKA slaps the mat, furious! PKA brings SwitchBlade up to his feet and slaps him in the face, telling him to "JUST FUCKING DIE!" and he runs back to the ropes and SwitchBlade hits a huge Discus Clothesline!!! PKA flips in mid-air before landing and SwitchBlade falls into the cover... 1...........2222222222.................SHOULDERUP`
Dueling "LETS GO SWITCH-BLADE" / "P- K- A!" "LETS GO SWITCH-BLADE" / "P- K- A!" chants erupt as the fans are eating this up!
Tony D: "The fans are SPLIT tonight!"
Kris Red: "This is unbelievable!"
Tony D: "All of this for a SHOT at the World Championship!!! A SHOT!"
The referee holds up TWOOOOOOOO as SwitchBlade wonders what's next. He pulls PKA, trying to bring him up, but PKA is spent. SwitchBlade applies a front facelock and pulls him up, perhaps setting up for the Implant DDT, but PKA blatantly hits a low blow on SwitchBlade.
Kris Red: "FnX rules!"
PKA now calls for the P-Krusher and flips his hands, signalling for the P-Krusher III Flip DDT !
Tony D: "P-Krusher 3 time?!"
PKA leaps up, but SwitchBlade stops him mid-move and pushes him away.
Kris Red: "SwitchBlade got out!"
PKA lands on his feet and SwitchBlade hits another viscious Discus Clothesline! PKA spins and SwitchBlade stops him from going down, hits an Implant DDT, then applies the Crucifix Neck Crank!!!
Kris Red: "WHAT!"
The crowd cheers and stomps the floor, going completely insane as SwitchBlade has Enter The Darkness sinched in!
Tony D: "Enter The Darkness!!"
Kris Red: "Oh My God PKA don't tap!!"
PKA reaches out, desperately hoping for ropes, but even that couldn't save him! He screams out, blood pouring down his face, and SwitchBlade yells for him to TAP! PKA suddenly begins to tap and this one is O V E R!
Kris Red: "OVA! Wow!"
"Lost My Way" hits the PA System and the fans are going wild, swinging their shirts around, raising their hands in the air, pushing each other around. Complete mayhem!
Randy Long: "Here is your winner and the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER for the World Championship - SwitchBlaaaaaaade!"
The referee holds the arm of SwitchBlade up as he lays on the mat, unable to get up just yet.
Tony D: "This was an amazing match. I can't believe what we just witnessed. All of that for a SHOT at the World Title, Kris.. Wow."
Kris Red: "Well PKA didn't win, but then again, SwitchBlade didn't either. He looks dead too."
SwitchBlade sits up and the fans give him a standing ovation as he slowly rises to his feet, his face a crimson mask. The referee holds his arm in the air and points to him. He bends over, taking a breathe and looking around the ring. He sees PKA starting to come to and he approaches. PKA looks up at him, and SwitchBlade extends his hand. The fans cheer as PKA looks at SwitchBlade with disgust and shakes his head, then rolling under the bottom rope. The fans boo as PKA drops off the apron and looks back into the ring through the blood in his eyes. He shakes his head and flips SwitchBlade off as SwitchBlade looks on. PKA heads up the aisle and SwitchBlade continues to celebrate, heading to the outside of the ring and slapping hands of fans as the scene fades.......
Drake Havok is boxing at shadows as Kelly Calloway walks up to him with a mic in her hand.
Kelly Calloway: "I am here with the man that is going to take on Korrupt for the WARPED WORLD title tonight, Drake do you have any words about tonight?"
Drake Havok: "Do I have any words for tonight well I do Korrupt your done, The Movement you all are down tonight I shake the Movement to its core and show them that there is a new power player here. Also to the rest of WARPEDS rooster since everybody is afraid of The Movement after to tonight they will have a new hero because Drake Havok is doing the job everybody else was afraid to do!"
Drake spits on the ground and storms off.
The scene cuts to complete blackness.
One word appears.
Static, fade out.
Fade in to the announce table where we see a shot of Tony D and Kris Red hyping up tonight's main event!
Kris Red: Looks like it’s just about main event time, partner.
Tony D: And what a main event we’ve got in store! Korrupt defends his World Title against the newcomer Drake Havok!
Kris Red: I still don’t get why he has a World Title shot, he’s only been here two weeks!
Tony D: Well in his debut match he scored a win over Korrupt. Beating the champ earns you a title shot, you know that Kris.
Kris Red: It’s still too soon. Havok just got lucky and caught Korrupt off guard!
Tony D: Well after tonight we’ll see if Joey made the right call in giving Havok this title match.
The camera cuts to Randy Long in the ring.
Randy Long: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT of the evening. Scheduled for one fall, it is for the WARPED World Heavyweight Championship!
As “The Sword” by Freya starts blasting though the House PA system Drake steps out on to the stage. He slowly raises his left arm and looks across the crowd and then runs to the ring.
Randy Long: First making his way to the ring, the challenger, from Cleveland, Ohio and weighing in at 235 pounds…DRAKE HAVOK!
Drake slides in under the bottom rope to the middle of the ring pops to his feet and throws up both arms. Drake then makes his way to the nearest corner turnbuckle and leans against them eying the entrance and waiting for his opponent.
Randy Long: And his opponent…
Jeepers,creepers....where'd ya get them peepers
Jeepers, creepers...where'd ya get those eyes...
Suddenly the lights go down and "Empire" by Machinae Supremacy begins to blare through the arena. Korrupt comes from the back looking around at the crowd, the lights throbbing a blood red. He walks down the ramp slowly, stalking his way towards the ring with his eyes glued forward while dragging the World Championship along the ground.
Randy Long: From Asbury Park, New Jersey and weighing in at 200 pounds, he is the Warped World Heavyweight Champion…KORRUPT!
He charges and slides into the ring, his crawls forward towards a camera and mouthing things to it. When he gets closer he licks it. He begins to crawl to a corner and sits back in it, rocking back and forth, his eyes occasionally glancing over at Drake.
Tony D: And Korrupt looks as disturbed as ever before.
Kris Red: He sure is, Tony D. That’s what makes him so dangerous. You thought he was tough before? Just watch how he acts when his title’s on the line.
Tony D: You want to talk tough, look no further than Drake Havok. He looks like he’s ready to steamroll over Korrupt.
Havok mouths off to Korrupt, but the champ just sits there. The referee orders him to get up, but still he resists. Finally the ref just shrugs and calls for the bell. Randy exits the ring, and the bell sounds signaling the start of the match. But still Korrupt remains sitting. Havok, not willing to be patient for much longer, makes his way over to Korrupt and grabs him by the head. He goes to lift him up, but Korrupt grabs him by the waist and tosses him into the nearest turnbuckle. Havok falls head first into a turnbuckle pad and grabs his injured nose. Korrupt grabs Drake from behind and rolls him up into a pin.
But Drake kicks out in time. Korrupt slides a couple feet away and waits for Drake to get up while sitting on his knees. Havok gets to his feet and right away starts pounding on Korrupt with vicious right hands, but the champ remains sitting. Confused, Havok pulls Korrupt up and lifts him for a body slam, but Korrupt manages to slide behind Drake, push him into the ropes, and roll him up from behind into a bridging pin.
Havok gets out yet again, and Korrupt gets right back to his sitting position.
Tony D: Uhh…what the hell’s Korrupt doing?
Kris Red: I dunno, but it’s getting results! He already has two pins on Drake.
Havok gets back up, and doesn’t look too please about Korrupt toying with him. He curls his left hand into a fist and nearly knocks his lights out with a haymaker punch. Havok looks down at Korrupt and is shocked to find him…laughing.
Tony D: He's just...laughing. And he's not stopping.
Kris Red: Okay, that’s kinda weird.
Drake grunts, grabs Korrupt by the head and drags him over to the nearest turnbuckle. From there he drives his head into the turnbuckle numerous times, so many in fact that the crowd counts along.
Crowd: 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!
Drake pushes Korrupt into the turnbuckle after the tenth one and grabs him by the throat.
Drake: YOU LAUGHING NOW, CHAMP!?
And oddly enough, he is. Korrupt, as if hearing a joke that nobody else can hear, just laughs to himself despite the beating he’s taking. Havok shakes his head and arm drags Korrupt across the ring. When the champ gets to his feet Drake goes for a clothesline, but Korrupt ducks it, bounces off the ropes and lands a running forearm shot to Havok. He goes down and Korrupt, still laughing, waits for him to get to his feet. When he does Korrupt grabs his face and bites down on his forehead. The referee gets between the two and pushes Korrupt off. The champ steps back and savors his reward as a tiny bit of blood drips from his bottom lip. Havok clutches his forehead in disbelief.
Tony D: And now he’s BITING him?!
Kris Red: Either this is some kind of freakish ring psychology, or Korrupt’s gone off the deep end of the insanity pool.
The ref goes over to Korrupt and yells at him for biting, but the champ simply pushes him aside and staggers Havok with a couple right hands. He whips him into the ropes and on the return nails a knee to the gut and from there connects with a snap suplex. He doesn’t go for the cover, instead he eggs Drake into getting up. When he does Korrupt grabs Drake from behind once more and hits a German suplex into a pin.
Havok kicks out once more. Korrupt sits up and grins at the sight of his victim on the mat. Korrupt walks over to Drake and drags him over to a turnbuckle. He places his head on the bottom pad, pulls back his arms, and curb stomps Drake’s head into the pad. Korrupt stands on top of Drake’s back and holds his arms out as if asking for an applause from the fans. They boo. The champ just laughs and steps onto the apron. He waits for Drake to get up, and when he does he springboards off the ropes and lands a slingshot DDT. He covers Havok.
Drake kicks out once again.
Tony D: And the champ is really bringing it to Drake tonight.
Kris Red: I think it’s way he’s behaving, Tony D. Drake doesn’t know how to act about it, and it’s throwing him off his game.
Tony D: Well he better get his game back, or else Korrupt retaining the strap!
The champ goes over to the turnbuckle and climbs it to the top. Laughing, he leaps off and goes for a 450 splash, but Drake rolls out of the way in time and Korrupt hits the mat hard. Drake gets up, grabs a now silent Korrupt, and lands T-Bone suplex. He goes to make a cover, but Korrupt rolls out of the ring in time. Frustrated, Drake exits the ring as well and goes after Korrupt. He grabs the champ by the head and pushes him shoulder first into the steps. A couple seconds later Havok runs and boots Korrupt right in the face. The referee counts both men outside.
Havok pulls up Korrupt and carries him over to the announcer’s table. He slams his head against the table a couple times and then tosses him back into the ring.
Kris Red: Whew…for a second there I thought we were gonna lose our table.
Tony D: I think Havok’s about to lose his mind with Korrupt.
Sure enough, Korrupt is back to laughing upon entering the ring. Drake growls and pounds away at the back of Korrupt’s neck before lifts him up and dropping him with a powerslam. He hooks the leg.
Kick out. Havok lifts Korrupt up again and this time hoists him over his head for an attempt at a Death Valley Driver, but Korrupt rakes him in the eyes, drops down in front of Drake and slaps him hard across the face. Angered, Drake charges forward but Korrupt drops down and hits Havok with a drop toe hold. The champ then runs the ropes, jumps, and stomps on the back of Havok’s neck. The challenger tries to get back up but Korrupt adds to the punishment by punting him in the head as hard as possible. Drake falls back down and Korrupt makes the pin.
Havok kicks out again. Korrupt’s not laughing this time as he looks at the referee with a death glare. He gets up and goes over to the referee, yelling at him the whole time. The ref pushes him back and tells him to not get physical or he’ll be disqualified. While the two argue Drake gets back up, and spotting Korrupt with the referee charges forward looking to land a spear. The champ, seeing this coming, grabs the referee and pulls him towards Drake’s direction while he sidesteps. Havok hits the ref hard with the spear and the ref is knocked out cold.
Tony D: And the ref is down because of Korrupt!
Kris Red: What? Havok did that, what are you blind?
Tony D: Far from it, I saw Korrupt pull the ref into the attack.
Kris Red: Poor Tony, you’re getting delusional in your old age.
Tony D: You're older than me!
Kris Red: SHUSH!
Havok looks down at the referee unaware of Korrupt being behind him. The champ grabs Drake, wraps an arm around his neck, and goes for a cobra clutch suplex, but Havok manages to elbow Korrupt in the face and knocks him back. Without hesitation Drake grabs hold of Korrupt, kicks him in the groin, and drops him with a headlock driver.
Tony D: The Crown Breaker to Korrupt!
Kris Red: And that means…
Havok turns to the fans and signals for his finisher, the Havok driver. The fans cheer as Havok lifts Korrupt, spins him around, and lifts him up. He holds him there for a couple seconds to please the fans before dropping the driver on him. He goes right into the pin, but the referee is still out. The fans count to three and beyond, but Havok isn’t getting a count. Drake tosses Korrupt out of the way and goes over to the ref. He shakes him to wake him up, but he remains motionless.
Tony D: And unfortunately for Drake, the referee is not able to make the count. Otherwise, he would’ve have it won right there.
Kris Red: Woulda coulda shoulda, Tony. But it ain’t what happened.
Havok turns to the equally motionless Korrupt and, not being able to do much else, picks him up and goes for another Havok driver when suddenly, PKA, head covered in a bandage and all, comes running down the ramp. The fans boo as he leaps up on the apron and yells at Havok to put Korrupt down.
Kris Red: PKA!
Drake tosses Korrupt aside and goes over to PKA, glaring at him and telling him to back off. PKA goes for a swing, but Drake ducks it, grabs PKA by the hair and tosses him into the ring. The fans are in delight as PKA gets to his feet only to be knocked back down after a powerful punch by Havok. PKA gets up with help from the ropes and begs Havok to spare him, but Drake shakes his head, grabs PKA, and signals for another Havok Driver when suddenly, Korrupt pops out of nowhere and smacks Drake upside the head with the World Title belt. Drake fall to the mat and looks to be out cold. Korrupt hands the belt to PKA and tells him to wake the ref. He then goes over to Drake and applies a guillotine choke
Tony D: Damn it! NO!
Kris Red: Damn it, YES!
PKA shakes the ref awake and slides him over to Korrupt. He then exits the ring and watches as the ref shakes himself awake. He notices Korrupt with the submission on Drake and checks it out. When he sees that Havok isn’t responding he calls for the bell and it rings.
Tony D: Oh come on! That was the most blatant violation of—
Kris Red: Blah blah blah! Nobody cares, Tony!
Tony D: I hope Joey’s watching this.
Korrupt gets to his feet and starts laughing some more as the ref raises his arm. PKA slides into the ring and places the title on Korrupt’s shoulder as “Empire” plays once more.
Randy Long: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match, and STILL Warped World Heavyweight Champion…KORRUPT!
Korrupt and PKA exit the ring and head to the back with grins on their faces. A few fans throw beer cups and garbage at them, but they couldn’t care less. The referee helps Havok get back up, but the hit still has Havok dazed. He goes to the ropes and leans against them. When he finally sees Korrupt and PKA leaving with the title he puts two and two together and points a finger at them, cursing them out while doing so.
Tony D: Yeah, I think Havok’s pretty upset.
Kris Red: No kidding. Well he had his chance, and he blew it.
Tony D: I’m pretty sure he would BE champion right now if PKA hadn’t been involved.
Kris Red: Hey, Havok should’ve seen that coming. But nobody is EVER ready for The Movement.
Tony D: Well this was more of a BOWEL movement if you ask me.
Kris Red: I never did, Tony D.
The two Movement members stand tall at the stage as the show fades out....
- Kentucky Tarzan