Friday, October 21, 2011 - Morristown, NJ - Madison Hotel Ballroom
WARPED 33 will be the second event booked by the stand-in bossman of WARPED Wrestling, PKA, and its the second to last show before the anual Halloween themed show, Live From Death's Door! The World Title's next three challengers will be decided in the main event as Grendel, Crowbar, and Cameron MacNichol all do battle for their spot in the title shot list.
DARK MATCH RESULTS: 4 CORNER SURVIVAL: Jason Scene vs. Silas Bullock vs. Anton Chase vs. AJ Fairchild
Winner: Anton Chase pinned Jason Scene. Silas Bullock and AJ Fairchild really won the crowd over in their WARPED debuts as well.
You open the DVD of WARPED 33 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 "October 21, 2011 - Morristown, NJ - Madison Hotel Ballroom" on the bottom right of the screen.
WARPED Wrestling’s 33rd consecutive show emanates live from the Madison Ballroom in Morristown, New Jersey. Close to 1,500 fans are on their feet as music begins to pump through the public announce system and the lights in the small building dim. Signs speckle the audience, some featured reading “StarrZoë: The Most Entertaining Champion in Wrestling” and “Crowbar Got Screwed!” Cheers of “WARPED…WARPED…WARPED!” ring out over the music and people are shoulder to shoulder, packed in, some standing room only, all screaming and cheering at the top of their lungs, ready for another awesome WARPED Event. Mutters of wonder have been heard across the WARPED fan base since last week’s show, the status of the World Championship belt in question, wondering how the new boss of WARPED PKA and the new World Champion Alexander “Starr” StarrZoë will take the news. Some question how PKA’s former stable mate Crowbar has taken the loss to the newcomer, and what this week’s action-packed event will hold for the fans and the wresters. To the ring where Randy Long stands, ready to announce!
Randy Long: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Madison Hotel Ballroom in beautiful Morristown, New Jersey, host of WARPED 33! In attendance tonight, we have 1,475 people, a sold out event! We thank you for coming out to support WARPED and we hope you enjoy the show!”
Tony D: “Welcome to WARPED 33, I am your host Tony D along side my broadcast partner Kris Re…”
Kris Red: “TONY! What have I told you about that shit? Don’t speak for me, you’re not good enough to speak for me, I speak for myself. I’m Kris Red and I’m the best broadcaster WARPED has ever had!”
Tony D: “…you’re one of the only broadcasters WARPED has ever had!”
Kris Red: “Whatever Tony, no one asked you, just get on with the show.”
Tony D: “Yeah, let’s just do that. I’ve been given word that at the top of the show, the new World Champion, Alexander StarrZoë has requested time to speak about what happened at the end of the ‘Ultra-Violent Reboot, WARPED 32.”
Kris Red: “Starr can’t be happy and I imagine he’s going to take it out on anyone and everyone until he gets his hands back on his belt!”
The arena suddenly goes dark and “Who Shot Ya?” by the Notorious B.I.G. begins to play through the public announce system as the jumbo-tron glows to life and the top of the small entrance ramp fills with smoke. The fans are on their feet, awaiting the arrival of the new World Champion, who appears from behind the curtain. StarrZoë walks in stride down the ramp, a broad smile on his face, adjusts the jacket of one of his numerous signature expensive suits, and slides under the bottom rope, climbing the turnbuckle and looking into the audience. The smile is still plastered on his face as he hops off the turnbuckle and stands on the second rope, his fist above his head. Starr leans over the middle rope and takes a microphone from Randy Long and looks out into the audience, who begin to chant “StarrZoë! StarrZoë! StarrZoë!” Alex attempts to begin his announcement twice but is continuously drowned out by the chanting and he can’t help but to laugh and smile over the reception he is receiving. Finally things quiet down enough that Starr can begin.
Alexander StarrZoe: “My favorite thing in the world is the wrestle on the East Coast. It seems like every time I come back, no matter what other wrestlers people cheer for, everyone loves me, and everyone cheers the loudest for Alexander StarrZoë. I’ve thought about it a lot over my career and sometimes it’s a mystery to me. Maybe it’s because of how close we are to my hometown of Philadelphia…”
Alexander pauses for a moment as a small portion of the building screams their heads off, causing Starr to smile even broader.
Alexander StarrZoe: “Or maybe it’s just because of how amazing of a wrestler I am, but it never fails, you guys always bring a smile to my face. It’s not just in the ring either. I walk down the street, through airports, hell even at truck stops during long drives down 95 and people always seem to stop me, most of the time not for autographs or pictures, just to tell me how much they appreciate me and the world I’ve put in. Now, that being said and I have a lot of love for you guys, there’s a lot I have to get off my chest, so I need a few minutes time to show put it all out there. I need everyone in this building to listen to me, so all the boys in the back, I want you all to grab chairs and set them up around the two or three monitors we have back there, I want your fucking eyes GLUED to those things. Kris Red, Tony D, I don’t want to hear a word from either of you while I’m speaking. God help you all, the only interruption I’ll accept while I’m talking is if a freak tornado blows through South Jersey in the middle of October and blows the roof off this place and even then, I’ll punch the first meteorologist I find in the balls for not warning me ahead of time! Last week was a bit of an interesting night, I’m sure everyone will agree. In a shocking turn of events Grendel made his return to action, replacing Anton Chase in the World Championship match.”
A majority of the arena begins to boo for a solid minute or more while StarrZoë paces the ring, shaking his head and laughing to himself, thinking back to what he just said moments ago. The fans quiet down, realizing Starr is beginning to say something again.
Alexander StarrZoe: “That’s the one and only time I’m cool with the interruption because Grendel is a faggot and deserved that, more on that later though. The more important and far more impressive fact of last week is that I did just what I said I was going to; I bested five other men and won the World Championship. I’ve been told that Sean Edmunds, after pussing out and telling everyone he didn’t want to win the match was taken to a local trauma center and treated for second degree burns on 60% of his body; next time don’t get into my ring unless you want to suffer like the rest of them, asshole! Crowbar I’ve heard is now missing two teeth from the chair Edmunds, MacNichol had to have six large shards of glass pulled from his skull after the match, Havok needed six stitches and has a fractured Jaw Bone from the TKO that I dropped him on his face with, and Grendel suffered a mild concussion from that hunk of wood I beat him stupid with and believe me, had he been any stupider, wouldn’t have had a career after I got done with that bat. That whole thing sounds like a hell of a night, I know. The ring looked like a twelve car pile-up after the match was over with, but I walked away victorious, like I said I would. Havok I told you that you weren’t shit compared to me, Crowbar, I told you little man, I would show you extreme; I proved myself to both of you, beyond a shadow of a doubt, I deserved that win and the World Championship. But this unfortunately brings me to the end of the night and a steel chair to my fucking skull. Grendel, I know you’re here tonight, sitting in some boiler room or something, stroking a mop and whispering to yourself. I always knew you were crazy, but you have to be fucking INSANE to step me like you did and to take my World Championship. Think about it you ogre looking fuck; you didn’t have enough balls to actually tell the world you were going to be in the match, you thought it would be an easy victory if we weren’t prepared for you and then on top of it, after you lost the match committed the second bitch move of the night by smacking me in the head with a steel chair from behind! What type of man can’t face his own battles? You have to rely on the element of surprise to beat me? That didn’t work though, did it? I’m still standing right here.”
StarrZoë pauses for a moment and paces again. He stops and lights up a cigarette in the ring.
Alexander StarrZoe: “That’s why I’m out here right now Grendel, you’ve got all of two minutes to waddle your fat ass out here with my World Championship, apologize to me and my fans, present the title to me, and get down on your knees and beg for my forgiveness before I come back there, drag your stupid ass to the ring, and beat you with every single thing I can get my hands on! You thought last week, the baseball bat, and that piece of table was bad…”
Starr pauses and reaches into his inner coat pocket, flicking his hand quickly and producing and open butterfly knife.
Alexander StarrZoe: “Motherfucker, you have the only thing in the world I care the most about. If I don’t get it back within the next minute and thirty seconds, I’ slice you into fucking ribbons! I’ll cut out your vital organs and sell them on the fucking black market! Shit, it’s too bad no one’s in the market for the heart of a bitch! Now, are you going to face me like a man or continue to be a pussy and make me have to come back there and handle this myself?!”
Before Starr can act though, the lights in the arena go out once again and "Ricochet!" by Shiny Toy Guns begins to play through the announce system.
LA LA LA LA LA LAAAAAAAAAAA"
"Ricochet" by Shiny Toy Guns breaks in - the line "She ricochet's!" hits and PKA bursts through the curtain to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He holds his arms out in a crucifix as he poses on the stage in his black jeans, blue undershirt and black vest. He brings his arms up in the air, fists touching, before dropping them to his side and continuing down the ramp. PKA makes his way toward the ring, slapping hands of fans along the way. He walks to the announce table and grabs a microphone then rolls into the ring and the music dies down.
PKA: "StarrZoe, let me be the first to publicly say congratulations on your World Title victory. Let me also be the first to publicly apologize for the way that night ended. I know we haven't seen eye to eye in the past but this is a new era, an Ultraviolent Reboot, and I'm not going to let you, those fans, or myself down in this new venture."
Alexander StarrZoe: “Well PKA, as I told you last week, its almost the end of the year and that means that it’s time for a change around here. I’ve learned many things during my short time in WARPED Wrestling, maybe most importantly is that you can be a very powerful enemy or an equally powerful ally PKA, and with the gigantic target painted on my back that inevitably comes with the World Championship, it’s nice to know I have some corporate muscle in my corner. As of right now, our relationship is strictly employer employee but maybe in the future we maybe able to work together to rid WARPED Wrestling of pieces of shit like Grendel. Imagine it man, with your power and my ability to kick ass, we could rule this place. We’ll relive those days when the Movement ruled this place and everyone in this business feared you! Now with that said, you wanting to talk it out with Grendel is a nice sentiment and I really appreciate the thought, but it’s not going to happen, nor would it work. I’ve seen a million people like Grendel come and go in this business, too much of a bitch to address his issues face-to-face, so he hides in the shadows, hangs in the wing, just waiting to strike. All I ask from you is your permission to go get him and then your permission to beat the ever-loving shit out of him.”
PKA: "Now, now Starr, don’t lose that famous temper of yours. I knew very well this is how you would react and I cannot and will not give you permission to take out Grendel. He will soon become a very intricate part of my plans and I can’t have you or your need for vengeance ruining what is guaranteed to make it all a lot of money. Now then, Grendel has been contacted and he knows he's expected to be out here to hand over what is rightfully yours. So Grendel, come on down and bring that piece of stolen property with you."
Slayers "reign in blood" starts to blast though the PA system as Grendel steps out on to the stage looks at the ring and smiles and makes his way to the ring.As Grendel gets in the ring he does not have the belt with him and hands PKA a folded paper.
Grendel: Here read and choke on that boss. Now to deal with the midgit with the big mouth. Starr your running out of time, you are just a mouth and the shit that spills from your mouth is going to get you hurt real bad. You talk about ending careers and yet I have not seen you end one yet, but you see I have ended two here The Midnighter and the great Switchblade trust me I will end you to just for shits and giggles so becareful faggot cause your time is coming soon. Now about your little belt well beat Rusty and you get back I will even hand it over to you bitch.
PKA and StarrZoe share looks of 'what just happened?' and PKA brings up the mic, looking down at the paper that was given to him and back up at Grendel, Starr, and the paper again.
PKA: "Look uh.. if what's on this piece of paper is true, there's seriously some bullshit happening that I'm not privy to. Grendel, you're apparently under a contract that I didn't sign and trust me I'm gonna get to the bottom of this... But tonight let me say that Grendel you're involved in the main event, as is Crowbar and Cameron MacNichol. All three men showed their desire at WARPED 32 and they will get a shot at the gold tonight. It will be elimination style with the first person to be eliminated getting the third shot, the second person getting the second shot, and the winner of the match getting the first shot, all of which will take place over the next three events!"
Alexander StarrZoe: “What in the fuck is going on here?! Who do you people think I am?! I’m not stupid, I’m not unintelligent, and I’m not Anton Chase, so you’re not going to push me around like a little bitch. Grendel, you need to watch who the fuck you’re talking to like that, I don’t know what’s on that little piece of paper you’re clutching onto like a fucking safety net, but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t stop me from having the power to beat your ass. I don’t care if you’re taller than me or if you’ve got weight on me, I don’t give a shit if you think you’re harder than me or whose careers you’ve ended; I beat you last week and I’m the World Champion, that’s ALL that matters. You bitched out and attacked me from behind and now all of a sudden you’re the victim? I can’t understand half the shit that comes out of your mouth kiddo, you sound like a Goddamn mush mouth! There’s not an ultimatum here jerkoff; I don’t have to beat anyone to get my World Championship back, it’s MY FUCKING TITLE! How brain dead are you, it’s my property! Tell you what though, after I beat Rusty Red tonight and you walk down that ramp, hand me the title and grovel at my feet not to beat the shit out of you, I’ll CONSIDER not crushing your skull in, just to show how much of a gentleman I am. As far as ending careers goes; how the fuck could you end one, let alone two dickhead? YOU NEVER HAD ONE TO BEGIN WITH. I have no clue who the hell ‘The Midnighter’ is, are you sure you didn’t just make that shit up? If not, I promise you it wasn’t much of a loss to the business, I’ve been all around the world and met the best this profession has to offer and his name never once came up. As far as Switchblade is concerned, I’ve heard he’s coming back sooner than later, so I would watch what you say, your mouth might be writing checks that your ass can’t cash.”
Starr pauses for a moment and lights a second cigarette, visibly upset. PKA leans up against the turnbuckle, folding the piece of paper and putting it in his pocket.
Alexander StarrZoe: “Now then, PKA, I have no clue what that little slip of paper says and I don’t really give a fuck. Whatever it states, I’m betting good money that it’s Grendel playing some type of power game and hiding behind lawyers to protect his ass. That’s fine and dandy with me but I’m above the law. So now there’s two options; you fix this issue before the next show, you know, get a meeting of the minds going with all your lawyers and executives and fix whatever half-baked scheme Grendel is pulling here or I take it upon myself in two weeks to rip him apart because I’m the World Champion and I can do whatever the fuck I want! Don’t show me the paper and don’t tell me what it says, just do your damnedest to fix whatever it’s fucking up. So help you God if that’s a contract for this jerkoff to get a title shot because I promise you, I’ll kill him where he stands before I show common decency to give this asshole a title shot! The only way this douche is ever seeing a title match is if you magically make two eight balls of cocaine and two of the finest hookers you can find show up at my door. I don’t care what the Board of Directors has to say, I don’t care what Joey Matthew would say, and above all else, I don’t give a flying fuck about two words that comes out of this Shrek looking asshole’s mouth. You’re the boss here PKA, you hold all the cards and with me as World Champion, you’ve got four of a kind, don’t fold this hand just yet. Now if we’re done here…”
"Inside me a light was turned on, then I was alive".. Waterproof Blonde - Just close your eyes hits the arena as Crowbar walks out with a mic in hand headed for the ring. He walks up the steps and steps through the ropes and looks around at everyone before raising the mic to his mouth.
Crowbar: "Well, this looked like a wonderful tea party going on out here, so I just had to come out here and join in!"
Crowbar: "But seriously, I wanted to come out for 2 reasons. Firstly...Alexander.....you did, you proved it, and while you may not care about it, you earned my respect. You can go toe to toe and come out on top....you are definitely...Fuckin' Extreme"
Crowbar nods as the crowd cheers.
Crowbar: "However, here's the thing...well, firstly, I'm not Russian, that's my manager, but anyway...if you recall Mr World Champ, you agreed that if you won the match, I'd be first in line for a shot at it, which I plan to collect on, for a few reasons. Firstly, you won, you beat us all, and goddamn I was sore afterwards, so I want to take on the man of the moment, the World Champion, best of the best, if you will....secondly, It's been so long I don't remember if this belt has a rematch clause on it, but if it does, after Korrupt got the title....I never got any kind of rematch for the belt. This is the second time I've been involved in the World Title scene and well...last time was a year ago, and we remember what happened the last time the night wasn't so silent. Starrzoe, I want the match you said you'd give me....And I want it tonight." Crowbar goes to drop his mic but stops.. "oh and by the way, Grendel? Taking his title? are you looking for the entire locker room to tear you apart? Jesus man."
Crowbar crosses his arms and leans against a turnbuckle looking at PKA and Starrzoe. PKA sighs and crosses his arms, seeming like he's had enough of this. Starr rolls his eyes and throws his cigarette to the mat, stamping it out, looking even more frustrated at the lengths he has to go to get his point across.
Alexander StarrZoe: “Ah, Crowbar, how good to see you again. WARPED 32 was a hell of a night, eh? We went through all kinds of hell and beat each other like our lives depended on it all for a leather strap. Don’t get it twisted man, I greatly honor your opinions and am glad I have earned your respect and you have earned mine as well, but this isn’t a Valentine’s Day special, so lets kill all the mushy stuff, shall we? Allow me to clear something up quickly for you; when I made reference to the Russians and Germans, it was a metaphor for the war we would be going through, I myself am not German nor Russian and I had no clue not Jessika was Russian, but God damn dude, she is quite a looker, maybe you could slip me a phone number later on? She’s way easier on the eyes than MacNichol’s sister. Regardless, Crowbar, unfortunately I cannot give you a match-up tonight without the okay from the boss man here and as much as I love the East Coast and it’s fans, I don’t think PKA would be too hot on the idea of an impromptu match for the World Championship."
PKA shrugs, smiles and waves as if to say 'Hi, I'm right here'. Starr ignores and continues on.
Alexander StarrZoe: "I will tell you this though, last week you put me and four other men through hell, you beat me until I thought I would never move again; you earned a title shot and you DESERVE a title shot. You’re in that three-man elimination match tonight, so you’re guaranteed a title shot within the next three weeks, all I can really do is offer you some advise and my best wishes in the match. You went hardcore two weeks ago man, you almost killed people in that ring. I’ve never doubted your physically skills in that ring, maybe this week, it’s time that you stepped it up even more and really beat the piss out of everyone. Imagine how much you’ll be feared this week if you can do more damage without weapons than you did two weeks ago with!”
StarrZoë sighs and paces the ring for a moment.
Alexander StarrZoe: “Now, from what I can tell, Live from Death’s Door promises to be a hell of a night. Crowbar, Cameron, Starr, hell even Grendel, four of the…well three of the biggest names in this business and the largest asshole I’ve ever met in my life, that’s you I’m talking about Grendel, I know you’re a bit slow, so I don’t know why we’re wasting all this time talking. Everyone in attendance tonight didn’t spend hard earned money to see a summit about the World Championship unfold before them slower than the US Congress passing a bill at Energy Conservation, they want violence, they want thrills, and most of all they want wrestling. So, if you’ll all excuse me, I have to get ready for a match tonight against some nobody and then find the most painful object I can to beat Grendel’s ass with after the match. Crowbar, good luck tonight man, I hope to see you come out on top and face you in New York City in two weeks, Grendel, I hope Crowbar and MacNichol beat you so horribly tonight that you never again breath on your own, and MacNichol, wherever you are, tonight is your second chance to prove that you deserve to be in the title picture…don’t fuck it up. I’m out of here; I’ve got business to attend to. So long gentlemen…and douche bag.”
StarrZoë drops the microphone and leaves the three men to stare at each other, Grendel and Crowbar close in on each other, standing toe-to-toe, and locking eyes before PKA pushes them apart, threatening to kick them both out of the elimination match.
EARLIER THIS WEEK from WARPEDWrestling.com
"Earlier This Week on WARPEDWrestling.com" flashes on the bottom left of the screen as we see a shot of newcomer Leon Stone running his hand through his soft, short, brown hair.
Leon Stone: "Now I understand very few of you know who I am right now but that's why you're watching this live show right? Well I give you a who I am in a nut shell, I am an ex-convict, I'm a orphan, I'm a douche bag with a great sense of humor, but above all I'm a winner. I got what Charlie Sheen would describe as 'tigers blood'..
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Leon Stone: Oh shit yea my debut, some little hottie named Emily Corlen, god damn if weren't already wresting in the ring id invite her to a match in bed, I mean look at her."
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Leon Stone: "So here's a few pointers, I'm quick, I'm smart and I’m diabolical. If you let me get control of our match you're going to lose, if you let me keep the match going at a quick pace you're going to lose, If you let you guard down even for a minute you're going to lose. Those are just facts, honey bun. Here's my promise to you, you're going to lose, but I'll try my hardest to make sure I don't embarrass you, I mean we wouldn't want your little career to be ruined do we?"
We then see Emily Corlen. "Earlier This Week on WARPEDWrestling.com" still appears on the bottom left corner of the screen.
Emily Corlen: "You know, if there's one thing I well and truly hate, it's a rookie who doesn't do his homework."
Emily quietly removes the glasses, folds them shut, and then hangs them from the neck of her blouse.
"That's what I'm tasked with dealing with this Friday night at WARPED 33. Some punk ass wannabe named Leon Stone. You know the type; oozing machismo, the 'chick magnet', the chauvinistic bastard who thinks that just because I'm a girl, that automatically makes me soft, squishy and defenseless. All he has to do is point at his crotch and I'll start quivering in terror at the ass kicking that I've got coming to me!"
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Emily Corlen: "Survival is the name of the game, Leon. Let's see how well you can play. There's only thing that isn't in doubt, hon, and that's the fact that by the end of our match this Friday night, like so many before you... you will believe."
Emily Corlen vs. Leon Stone
LOVE... YOUR HATE!
YOUR... FAITH LOST!
YOU... ARE NOW... ONE... OF US!
"Miseria Cantare (The Beginning)" by AFI hits the P.A. system. As the crowd reacts, some cheering, some booing, the intimidating figure of Emily Corlen walks out from behind the curtain. She surveys the crowd with a cold, unfeeling gaze as the lyrics to the song kick in.
Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all
Radiate, recognize one silent call
As we all form one dark flame...
As the song continues, Emily begins making her way towards the ring. She reaches the ring and looks to her left and right before climbing onto the ring apron.
Randy Long: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Hailing from Los Angeles, California by way of Rockford, Illinois... weighing in tonight at 140 pounds... she is EMILY COOORRRLLLEEENNN!!!
Emily enters the ring through the first and second ropes, then makes her way to the far corner of the ring, where she kneels down, facing the center of the ring while holding the ropes behind her.
Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all
Radiate, recognize one silent call
As we all form one dark flame...
As we all form one dark flame!
As the music fades, Emily begins pulling on the ropes behind her, eager to begin.
Randy Long: "And her opponent - from Dayton, Ohio, weighing in at 278 pounds - Leon Stooooooone!"
"Seize the Day" by Avenged Sevenfold hits the PA System. Leon Stone walks down the ramp completely igoreing every one around, giving dirty looks to any one who, tries to touch him. He walks to his corner completely relaxed.
The bell sounds as the two opponents stare each other down and circle the ring...
Tony D: "And here we go with our first bout of the night and Kris, it looks to be a little mismatch."
Kris Red: "Well I know what you're saying there Tony D with the newcomer Leon Stone standing at 6 foot 3 and weighing 278 pounds and of course the very lovely Emily Corlen being nearly a foot shorter and over a hundred pounds lighter but don't count her out. Look at those muscles!"
Tony D: "You're very right there as we've seen her decimate her opponents in her last two matches but she's yet to face a man of Leon Stone's size until tonight."
They go to lock up and Corlen ducks out of the way, avoiding the grasp of the big Leon Stone. She hops back and forth, taunting Leon Stone to come at her. He lunges at her and she ducks and goes behind, locking in a reverse waistlock. The big man shakes his head as Corlen tries to lift him. He grabs the hands of Corlen and uses strength to pull her hands apart and he turns to grab her around the throat and throws her into the corner! He comes at her with a big elbow to the side of her head, followed by a knife edge chop! The crowd lets out a Ric Flair "Woooooo!" as Corlen drops to a knee, clutching her chest.
Kris Red: "I tell ya this is a big man in Leon Stone. 278 pounds are you kidding me?! Looks like he could afford to lose about 20 pounds."
He brings her to her feet and hits another backhand chop to the chest and she clutches in pain. Corlen then starts to deliver right hands to the midsection of Stone but he fires back with a forearm to the back of her head.
Tony D: "So now you're a health expert, huh?"
Stone brings Corlen from the corner and to the ropes.. Irish whip.. Corlen sent to the ropes... Stone is in the center of the ring.. Corlen off the ropes and Stone goes for a clothesline but Corlen ducks under, turns and clips the knee of Stone, taking him down to one knee. She delivers a hard right hand, followed by another. Stone battles through the punches and gets to his feet but Emily Corlen brings her leg up and hits a big Chick Kick that takes Stone off of his feet!
Kris Red: "Not an expert but look he's a little fat! But forget about that - Emily Corlen just took him off his fat feet!"
Stone rolls out of the ring and shakes off the cobwebs as Corlen gets out on the apron and then comes off with a big flying Chick Kick to the back of his head! Stone drops to the floor and the fans cheer as Corlen stands tall. She slaps the hands of some fans before picking Stone up and rolling him into the ring. She slides in and covers...
Tony D: "Kick out by Leon Stone!"
Corlen brings Stone to his feet and delivers some hard right hands, rocking Stone and backing him into the corner. Corlen with an irish whip, countered by Stone, and Corlen hits the turnbuckle back-first and stumbles forward right into a big clothesline from Leon Stone. He covers..
Kickout with power from Emily Corlen!
Kris Red: "You know in most places this would be looked at as a mis-match but Emily Corlen is showing that she's got the right stuff, baby!"
She pops up, holding her neck, shaking her finger with her free hand saying no no no...
Tony D: "I'll put aside that you just quoted a New Kids on the Block song and do my job and say that Emily Corlen is all fired up!"
Stone goes for a right hand but Corlen blocks it and delivers one of her own. She then grabs him by the throat and lifts him into the air and the fans go wild with this test of strength but Stone hits her over the head with an elbow and gets out of the likely Two-Handed Chokeslam that was coming!
Tony D: "Wow, what power and strength shown by Emily Corlen as she attempted the Seventh Heaven maneuver!"
Corlen grabs the top of her head in pain as Stone then charges in for a SPEAR but Corlen moves and Stone hits the turnbuckle post shoulder-first! Corlen with the roll-up!
nooo! Kick out at two and 3/4!
Kris Red: "Man if Leon Stone wasn't so fat maybe he would've been quick enough to hit that move he calls Throwing Stones but from my perspective it was more like growing stones like when he grows another pantsize from eating too much!"
Emily Corlen now gets up on the second turnbuckle and calls for a big Chick Kick and she leaps off but Stone kicks her in the gut, then places her between his legs.
Kris Red: "Ooh what's he got in mind here!?"
He lifts her up for his trademark finisher the Crucifix Powerbomb but she counters into a Facebuster!!
Tony D: "Emily Corlen countered into the Crimson Plunge!"
She quickly brings Stone to his feet and grabs him in a reverse waistlock, powers him up somehow and plants him face-first with The Catalyst! Cover!
Kris Red: "The Catalyst equals the 1-2-3 and the O-V-A!"
"Miseria Cantare" begins playing as Emily Corlen stands tall with her arm raised in victory by the referee.
Randy Long: "Here is your winner - Emily Corlennnn!"
The crowd cheers as Corlen bends over, grabbing the back of her head and seemingly catching her breath. She looks over at Leon Stone who starts to come to, pushing himself up and stopping while he's on his knees. He puts his hands on his waist and nods his head as Emily smiles and winks at him before heading through the ropes. Stone stands up, showing the effects of the match but not being a sore loser about it. The crowd shows their appreciation for the newcomer as we fade out...
Evolution Champion Sean Edmunds vs. William Wallace
Randy Long: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first.. from Glasgow, Scotland, weighing in at 254 pounds - he is William Wallace!"
The arena blacks out as the bagpipes tune fill with air, as Flower of Scotland Begins to play Wallace appears, lit up by one single spot light which follows him to the ring. He makes his way to the ring shouting abuse the the crowd before rolling under the bottom rope.
Randy Long: "And his opponent - being accompanied to the ring by Miss Karla - from Boston Massachusetts, weighing in at 228 pounds, he is the WARPED Wrestling Evolution Champion - Simply Sensational Sean Edmunds!"
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.
Tony D: "I tell ya, neither of these guys are liked much by the fans based on their past actions but I gotta say that Sean Edmunds has more people that want to kill him."
Kris Red: "Wallace almost got a babyface reaction from this crowd compared to the way they treat Edmunds!"
William Wallace stares at “Simply Sensational” Sean Edmunds.. Edmunds walks right by the Scottish import and rips the microphone out of Randy Long’s hands. The crowd immediately begins to jeer as Miss Karla unhooks the Evolution Championship belt from around Edmunds’ waist and holds it above her head.
Edmunds: “Now wait a god-damned-minute!”
The crowd erupts, tossing expletives and trash Edmunds’ way.
Edmunds: “Ever since I stepped foot into this god forsaken place I’ve watched as the so-called titles here were tossed into the gutter. The World Title .. the supposed CRÈME de la CRÈME of WARPED … has been held by second-rate never-will-be’s … CROWBAR? KORRUPT? They were supposed to be the representatives of WARPED? Where were they while I was holding the weight of this company on MY shoulders in the rankings across our sport?”
“Edmunds sucks!” chants pick up steam.
Edmunds: “Don’t even get me started on the travesty that was PEE-KAY-AY.”
Edmunds: “Now we have the world’s biggest yapper running his mouth all around town talking about how HE is the SAVIOR of this business..”
Edmunds scratches his chin.
Edmunds: “But I’m the one who walked through fire. I’m the one who got sent through a burning table … AND STILL walked away. The Evolution Championship will be WARPED’s PREMIER belt… because they have THE most talent … most SENSATIONAL champion in the business with it around his waist..”
Edmunds brings the microphone to his mouth as “Faint” by Linkin Park blasts throughout the arena. Edmunds whips around to the rampway as “the Future” Anton Chase steps through the curtain …. His own microphone in hand.
Chase: You know I couldn't help but come out and interrupt you Sean, what a loud of crap you just spilled. You current reign as Evolution champion will end soon enough. Anton smiles.
Chase: In fact it’s coming closer than you think. Sean you had luck on your side winning my belt and now that I’m refreshed and back raring to go, it’s going to be you and I once again.
Edmunds slams his fist down on the turnbuckle pad. In the background William Wallace is screaming at the referee to get the match started. Edmunds turns and burns a hole into Wallace.
Edmunds: “Sit down and shut up.”
Edmunds turns back to Chase, seething.
Edmunds: “You will NEVER get another shot at this belt, Anton… NEVER.”
Chase: You see that’s where you wrong Sean it’s already a done deal . You see I never received my rematch clause and now I’m cashing in.
Chase: At Death’s Door you’ll see me, oh and Sean watch your back.
Edmunds raises an eyebrow, questioning Anton Chase as William Wallace finally breaks past the referee and attacks him from behind. Miss Karla shrieks and tosses Edmunds the belt as the referee steps between the two men to break them up. With one swift motion, Edmunds smashes the belt into Wallace’s skull. He tosses the belt to Karla and shrugs at the referee as he turns around to question Edmunds. Edmunds shrugs and tells the referee to count damnit! Edmunds pins Wallace and the ref calls for the bell and it sounds.. and the ref counts..
Sean Edmunds is shocked! He quickly brings Wallace to his feet and Wallace is bleeding from the forehead after that belt shot! Right hand after right hand from Edmunds rocks William Wallace back toward the ropes and Edmunds takes him down with a final hard right hand. Wallace reaches up and grabs the middle rope to pull himself up and Edmunds kicks him right in his face, dropping him again. Edmunds looks to the hard camera and smiles, posing for the fans and they boo. Miss Karla claps along at ringside and he acknowledges her with a smile.
Kris Red: "Sean Edmunds loves showing off those muscles!"
Tony D: "Any health advice for him like you did Leon Stone?"
Kris Red: "You just settle on down, Tony D."
Sean Edmunds turns around and reaches down to bring Wallace to his feet and Wallace quickly stands up and traps the arms of Edmunds and hits repeated headbutts! Karla shrieks at ringside as the fans cheer!
Tony D: "Trapping Headbutts from William Wallace out of nowhere!!"
He releases Edmunds and Edmunds has the jimmy legs as he can barely stand. Wallace with the go-behind - Scottish(German) Suplex connects! He covers!
Wallace brings the Evolution Champ to his feet and puts him up against the corner. Irish whip! Edmunds gets sent with brute force into the opposing corner. Miss Karla then reaches in and grabs the leg of Wallace and he gets distracted temporarily! The referee yells at Karla to stay out of the match! Karla backs off, hands up like she's so innocent, and Wallace charges in at Edmunds for a Spear but Edmunds sidesteps and Wallace goes right into the turnbuckle shoulder-first. Edmunds then hits a belly to back suplex and covers..
Edmunds shouts at the ref to "count damnit!" before bringing Wallace to his feet and delivering a knife edge chop, backing him into the corner. Sean Edmunds delivers another chop, but then Wallace fights back with a chop of his own! Edmunds stumbles back and Wallace fires out of the corner with a clothesline! Edmunds up and Wallace with an Irish Whip and Edmunds bounces off the ropes.. Wallace ducks down.. Back body drop! Edmunds gets to his feet and Wallace hits a huge SPINEBUSTER and into the pin, hooking the leg!
Wallace wastes no time bringing Edmunds to his feet now as he lifts Edmunds up and into a Bear Hug! But Edmunds is highly elevated and uses that to float over and quickly get in a Sunset flip with the shoulders to the mat..
Both men get to their feet and Wallace hits a big boot on Sean Edmunds, taking him down. Wallace with another pin..
Tony D: "The so-called Scottish Legend is picking up steam here against the veteran Sean Edmunds!"
Kris Red: "Don't forget he's the Scottish Legend William Wallace from the 1300's, Tony D!"
Tony D: "Well if that's the case then I want to know what he's taking to look and wrestle this good at such an old age!"
William Wallace brings Edmunds to his feet and Edmunds with a thumb to the eye! The crowd boos and Edmunds hits the ropes and returns with a Swinging Neckbreaker! Edmunds stands up, pointing to his head and smiling as the fans boo. He climbs the turnbuckle now, back to Wallace.
Tony D: "Edmunds going for that High Arching Moonsault!"
He leaps off and Wallace moves out of the way, causing Edmunds to crash and burn off the Moonsault! The momentum brings the stunned Edmunds to his feet and Wallace comes off the ropes and hits a SPEAR! He covers!
Sean Edmunds rolls away as much as he can and grabs the ropes near Miss Karla who checks on him at ringside. William Wallace stands up and shouts out "A'm not done with yeh yet there Sean" as he gets to his feet and walks towards Edmunds. The camera catches Miss Karla handing Edmunds something that he puts in his tights just before Wallace grabs him by the hair and pulls him up to his feet.
Tony D: "Hey wait a minute, what was that!?"
He kicks him in the gut and grabs him by the head, calling for the Headbutt!
Tony D: "The Glasgow Kiss coming up!"
Suddenly Miss Karla gets up on the apron and the referee rushes to get her off of there. Meanwhile Wallace brings his head forward for the big headbutt, however Edmunds brings up the weapon which is a pair of brass knuckles around his hand and he puts it between his head and Wallace's, causing Wallace to brutally headbutt the knuckles! Wallace drops like a sack of potatoes and Edmunds puts the bloody knuckles back in his tights and covers.. just in time for the referee to turn around and count..
The bell sounds and Edmunds drops down, rolling out of the ring as "Brain Stew" by Green Day plays.
Randy Long: "Here is your winner - The Evolution Champion, Sensational Sean Edmunds!"
The crowd boos as the referee rushes around the ring and hands over the Evolution Title to Edmunds who snatches it away in a fit of rage. He smiles and puts an arm around Miss Karla as they back up the aisle way, ignoring the pissed off fans at ringside and soaking up the jeers.
Tony D: "Sean Edmunds clearly used the brass knuckles to pick up that victory but I guess we shouldn't be surprised. Its not the first time he's used them to his advantage."
"The Wanted Man" Rusty Red vs. WARPED World Champion Alexander StarrZoe
Randy Long stands in the middle of the ring now ready to announce the next match-up!
Randy Long: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Grendel - from Red Oak, Texas, weighing in at 255 pounds - "The Wanted Man" Rusty Red!"
"Spolin' For A Fight" by AC/DC plays in the background. The fans come to their feet and watch the entrance way as none other than Grendel comes out with "The Wanted Man" Rusty Red behind him. Red is wearing his torn up blue jeans with a cowboy hat on and cowboy boots, and Grendel holds the WARPED World Championship over his shoulder. As they make their way out the crowd is booing. Rusty Red steps up onto the ring apron and enters the ring through the ropes and holds them open for Grendel who steps through..
Randy Long: "And his opponent - from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 237 pounds, he is the WARPED Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion - Alexander StarrrrrrZoooooe!"
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. Alex struts down the ramp, slapping the hands of a few fans sitting ringside and climbs to the top turnbuckle, staring into the people. Hopping into the ring, Starr climbs up on the second rope, facing the fans, and raises his fist into the air as the fans cheer; "StarrZoë! StarrZoë! StarrZoë!"
Kris Red: "Grendel sure is holding onto that title.. its not even his!"
Tony D: "StarrZoe said he'll beat Grendel's new 'Enforcer' Rusty Red tonight and Grendel must hand over the World Title to him, so we'll see how that goes."
Kris Red: "This really isn't fair to StarrZoe. He put his body, and everyone else's body mind you, through hell to get that World Title.. and now he can't even rightfully wear it? Ridiculous."
Starr looks down at ringside where Grendel now resides with the World Championship. The bell sounds and these two men begin circling the ring for a lock up. Collar and elbow tie up in the middle of the ring, and immediately StarrZoe applies a side headlock. Rusty Red backs StarrZoe into the ropes and pushes him away and Starr heads towards the ropes, leaps onto the second rope and moonsaults back onto Red! Cover..
Tony D: "An impressive fluent second rope lionsault from Alexander StarrZoe, our new World Champion!"
Both men get to their feet and StarrZoe kicks Rusty Red in the gut and lifts him into the air... TKO! He drops him and calls for the P3! He hits the ropes and Grendel grabs his legs, tripping him up. The ref tells Grendel to stay out of it and Starr tells Grendel if he wants some to come on in! Meanwhile Rusty Red gets to his feet and Starr turns around into a big boot but he ducks and Red crotches himself over the top rope!! Starr shows off to Grendel now as he shakes the top rope and continuously racks the big "Wanted Man" Rusty Red.. Finally he falls off into the ring and Starr hits the ropes, rolls and leaps up ---- bam! Senton Splash to Red and into the cover..
Tony D: "Just a two count off the P3 aka Philly's Finest Flyer!"
Rusty Red gets to his feet and Starr nails him with a few right hands, backing him into the ropes. Irish whip.. Red gets sent across the ring and bounces off the ropes and Starr hits a Roundhouse Kick to his head! He keeps the big man on his feet though and hits a German Suplex and immediately runs to the corner!
Tony D: "Alexander StarrZoe wastes little time getting to the top!"
Grendel climbs the apron and tries to hit StarrZoe with the belt but Starr kicks him in his face and Grendel drops! StarrZoe leaps off and hits The Rising Starr 450 Splash onto Rusty Red!
Kris Red: "Just like that its OVA!"
The bell sounds.
Randy Long: "Here is your winner - WARPED Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion - Alexander StarrZoooooe!"
"Who Shot Ya?" hits the PA System as Starr stands up and the referee raises his arm in the air. The crowd reacts positively and the World Champ tells Grendel to hand over the belt, signalling around his waist that that's where the belt belongs. Grendel is hesitant at ringside as he looks up into the ring with disgust. He holds the World Title in his hand and chucks it into the ring and Starr catches it, a smile on his face. He holds the title in the air as the fans cheer.
Kris Red: "Finally! Alexander StarrZoe has posession of his World Championship belt!"
Tony D: "And in a matter of minutes we're going to find out who gets the first title shot in two weeks at Live From Death's Door. Will it be that man, Grendel? Will it be Cameron MacNichol? Or will it be former World Champion Crowbar? We'll find out next!"
Grendel pulls Rusty Red out of the ring and Red looks to be out of it as he can barely walk. Grendel looks disappointed as he turns his back and heads up the aisle way while Alexander StarrZoe celebrates in the ring.
The cameras head backstage where we see Acting President of WARPED, PKA, looking over the piece of paper handed to him earlier as he walks around backstage. He looks slightly confused and bewildered as Kelly Calloway comes up to him with a microphone in hand.
Kelly Calloway: "Excuse me, sir. Can I get a quick word from you in regards to what's transpired so far tonight?"
PKA looks up from the paper, folding it and putting it back in his pocket. He puts his hands in his pockets and nods..
PKA: "Sure, I'm a man of the people these days or something, right? What of it?"
Kelly Calloway: "Well first of all congratulations on the new job and I think you're doing a fantastic job. Tonight's main event to decide who gets the first shot at the World Title is genius but I must say that you looked a little taken aback out there tonight when Grendel brought that paper to you. What was on it?"
PKA: "Well Kelly thanks for the ass kissery first and foremost, but that's totally not necessary. Second off, look its really confusing to me but I'm all in with telling it like it is - see I thought I brought Grendel back on a pay per appearance sort of thing. And you know that wasn't a popular decision among the boys but I had to fill an empty spot in my first promised main event and Grendel was the only guy available to fill that spot. So I put aside the awful fact that he nearly ended the career of SwitchBlade and I brought him to WARPED. So the paper, well, turns out he's been signed to a full time contract here and I'm looking into what I can do about it."
Kelly Calloway: "Wait, full time contract? Who signed him to that?"
PKA: "Your guess is as good as mine, but I think I know..."
PKA sighs and takes a walk on down the hallway as Kelly stands there with more answers than when she showed up!
Main Event - 3 Way Elimination Match - World Title Contendership
Grendel vs. Crowbar vs. Cameron MacNichol
Randy Long: "The following contest is the main event of the evening and it is a 3 Way Elimination match to determine the World Championship contenders! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Jade - 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 his opponent.. Crowbar!"
"Just close your eyes" by Waterproof Blonde hits as blue lights illuminate the arena. As the chorus hits Crowbar walks out to a mixed reaction from the fans. He stands at the entrance and looks around at everyone before beginning his walk to the ring. He stops half way down with a grin on his face before pointing at the crowd, appreciating the reaction before continuing his walk down to the ring. He walks up the ring steps and steps over the top rope, heading towards the corner post. He steps up onto the second turnbuckle and looks around with a smile before jumping down and standing in the middle of the ring.
Randy Long: "And finally, being accompanied to the ring by his sister Dyan - from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 200 pounds - Cameron MacNichol!"
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.
Kris Red: "Main event time, baby!"
Grendel, Crowbar and Cameron MacNichol all keep an eye out for each other to see who will make the first move... all in the ring forming a triangle of sorts...
Tony D: "Well this is a 3 Way Elimination match with huge steaks, Kris.. "
Kris Red: "Oh yeah Tony D. All of these guys put on one hell of a fight at WARPED 32 for the Ultraviolent Reboot and word has it that if Drake Havok were able to make it tonight he would've been put into this match as well."
Tony D: "Who told you that??"
Kris Red: "Homie, you know that me and Peeks go way back."
Suddenly we see Grendel charge at Cameron MacNichol and deck him with a right hand, backing him into the corner. Crowbar looks on as Grendel drives right hands into the skull of MacNichol, then kicks him in the gut until he drops down. Grendel brings MacNichol up and calls for Crowbar as the two then look to hit a double Chokeslam - both with their hands around the throat of MacNichol.
Kris Red: "Double chokeslam baby!"
Tony D: "We've seen the way Crowbar has been as of late and it appeared as though he was turning over a new leaf but it looks like he's not changed one bi- wait!"
Suddenly Crowbar elbows Grendel in the skull and Grendel gets rocked, then Cameron applies a standing Cobra Clutch, swinging the big man around!
Tony D: "Maybe I was wrong!"
Kris Red: "The Stranglehold!!"
MacNichol releases and Crowbar hits the KFO on Grendel!!
Kris Red: "Alley oop!"
Tony D: "Crowbar with the KFO!"
Into the cover is Crowbar..
Kris Red: "Just like THAT?! WOW! Its O-V-A for Grendel!"
Randy Long comes over the PA System..
Randy Long: "Grendel has been eliminated!"
Crowbar and MacNichol bring Grendel to his feet and both toss him over the top rope together as the fans cheer!! Jade checks on Grendel at ringside.
Kris Red: "What in the hell!"
And now with the match down to two participants we see Cameron MacNichol ready to lock back up and get this going.
Tony D: "I'm not sure what we just saw but it was the untimely decimation of the monster known as Grendel. I gotta say I never expected him to be eliminated that quickly."
Kris Red: "It hasn't been a good night for Grendel or his new Enforcer Rusty Red. Both of them lost within a couple minutes of the match beginning.."
Tony D: "Well, first out or not, Grendel gets a World Title shot - he's 3rd in line. Time to see who will be 1st and 2nd."
The Dirty Mac holds his right hand in the air and asks Crowbar to go for it. Crowbar raises his right hand to grab on but Cameron changes hands and holds up his left. Crowbar goes for the left but Cameron changes hands and finally Crowbar just kicks him in the gut! Crowbar grabs the arm of MacNichol and twists it, but MacNichol is able to counter and twist the arm of Crowbar. He kicks his leg causing him to drop to one knee then drives his elbow into the nose of Crowbar. Crowbar rolls out of the ring, clutching his face to see if there's any blood.
Kris Red: "Cameron MacNichol really nailed Crowbar with that elbow to the nose. He might be seeing red!"
The cameras catch Grendel being escorted up the aisle by a referee and Jade at his side. Grendel does not look pleased.
Tony D: "And off goes Grendel."
Cameron MacNichol tries to follow out after Crowbar but the refereee tells him to stay back as Crowbar climbs up the apron. Crowbar gets back in and then quickly pushes the ref aside and slaps Cam across the face! He backs him into the corner and delivers hard right after hard right! MacNichol battles back with a right hand but Crowbar delivers a harder one to the skull! He then snaps MacNichol over with a snap mare and kicks him in the back. He covers..
The fans get behind Cameron MacNichol, cheering him on with the support of his sister Dyan also cheering at ringside.
Tony D: "Cameron MacNichol has always been a fan favorite here in WARPED and its no different tonight as he gets the shot of a lifetime."
Crowbar brings MacNichol up to his feet and MacNichol gets a knee up and nails Crowbar in the gut, then grabs him around the head and brings him to the mat with a headlock takover. Crowbar tries to escape but the submissionist Cameron MacNichol has him in place.
Kris Red: "And Cameron is feeding off of the fans' support here but lets not forget that this is the second show in a row that Cameron has gotten a shot at the World Title so to speak, as well as Crowbar, so these guys have a lot going and are going to put it all on the line I'm sure!"
Crowbar reaches out for the ropes but he isn't close enough!
Tony D: "Crowbar wants those ropes!"
MacNichol releases the hold and pulls Crowbar by his legs away from the ropes some more and goes for a leg lock but Crowbar kicks him in the face!
Kris Red: "MacNichol made a mistake by releasing the hold!!"
Crowbar to his feet and he hits a Standing Sidekick that sends MacNichol back into the ropes. MacNichol holds onto the top rope and Crowbar charges and clotheslines MacNichol over the top! Crowbar slides to the outside and kicks MacNichol in the skull as he's on all fours. He then lifts MacNichol to a standing position and drives his back into the barricade!
Kris Red: "Oh man Crowbar is brutalizing MacNichol!"
Crowbar with a hard right hand followed by a big kick to the gut. He rolls MacNichol into the ring and slides in. MacNichol slowly rises and Crowbar lifts him up and walks him to the corner, placing him up top. He climbs up and hooks the arm, looking for a suplex it seems. MacNichol fights back with a headbutt however Crowbar drives his elbow into the face of Cam and hooks the arm again, stands up and hits a SuperPlex!!!
Tony D: "Superplex from Crowbar!"
Crowbar applies a kneeling chinlock but then brings his hands up and starts ripping the eyes of MacNichol.
Kris Red: "Rip his eyes out!"
The ref orders him to knock it off and counts to five.. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. Crowbar finally releases. He brings Cameron MacNichol to his feet and hits an elbow to the face followed by a Snap Suplex! Cover..
MacNichol rolls to the ropes and Crowbar follows, kicking him until he is pushed from the ring. MacNichol lands on his feet and grabs the legs of Crowbar, tripping him and pulling him out of the ring. MacNichol goes for a right hand but Crowbar ducks it and hits a Right Hook Punch followed a DDT to the floor!!!
Kris Red: "Ooh, ouch! DDT to the floor. Those mats aren't that thick, either."
Crowbar stands up and puts the boots to Cameron until Dyan comes up and pleads for Crowbar to stop! Crowbar now grabs Dyan by the hair and tells her not to tell him a damn thing!
Tony D: "Wait just a minute! Crowbar's got Dyan MacNichol!!"
She slaps Crowbar and breaks free and starts running. Crowbar chases after her as she then slides into the ring and Crowbar follows, backing her into the corner as the fans boo. She cowers down, begging for mercy as Crowbar approaches. The referee grabs the arm of Crowbar to pull him away and Crowbar, not knowing its the ref, swings his arm back and takes the ref down!!!
Tony D: "And down goes the referee! Somebody get out here and help poor Dyan!"
Crowbar realizes what he's done and decides the match must go on. He brings Dyan to her feet and lifts her up to the top buckle! Crowbar then gets tackled from behind by Cameron MacNichol as he comes to the rescue of his sister! Cameron kicks Crowbar in the gut and then places him between his legs. He lifts him up for a Piledriver and Dyan leaps off and pushes the legs of Crowbar down, planting his skull to the mat!!
Kris Red: "Oh now that's payback but its not fair nonetheless!!"
Cameron goes for the cover but the referee is down! Dyan shakes the referee to wake up but he isn't coming to.
Tony D: "Crowbar took out the referee and there's nobody to make the count."
Kris Red: "But if you think about it its Dyan's fault to begin with because she got involved which led to Crowbar chasing her and accidentally hitting the referee. Dyan could've just cost her brother the match!"
Cameron instructs his sister to get out of the ring and stay out of harms way. Meanwhile Crowbar comes to and Cameron turns around and right into the KFO!!!
Kris Red: "Oh shit! KFO!"
Crowbar puts one arm over Cameron MacNichol and the ref is still down and out.
Tony D: "But once again, there's no referee!"
Crowbar gets to his feet, still wobbly from the piledriver.. and he grabs the ref and shakes him. The ref comes to and Crowbar covers MacNichol, hooking the leg as the ref slowly counts..
Tony D: "Crowbar looks shocked as Cameron MacNichol has just kicked out of the KFO but perhaps it was the delay of the downed referee caused by him earlier that did it!"
Kris Red: "Its all Dyan's fault!"
Crowbar grabs the referee and brings him to his feet, backing him into the corner and begins yelling at him telling him there is no fucking way that he kicked out and that the referee needs to learn to do his job! The referee pushes Crowbar and Crowbar stumbles back and can't believe what just transpired. He points at the ref and tells him that's IT!
Tony D: "Crowbar better keep control over his temper that he's been known to have in the past... he could get a hefty fine if he hits the referee!
Before Crowbar can do anything, Cameron hits the ropes and comes with a CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!!!
Tony D: "Whoa look out!!"
Cameron then applies the Stranglehold submission!
Tony D: "Stranglehold!!"
The referee drops down and checks on Crowbar to see if he wants to tap out and Crowbar is not responding.
The referee quickly raises his arm once...
Kris Red: "The ref isn't wasting any time now is he?!"
Quickly he wastes no time to raise it again.. Twice...
The arm drops!
The referee raises his arm a third time and drops the arm rather quickly and calls for the bell as Crowbar is seemingly OUT! The bell sounds and "Stranglehold" by Ted Nugent plays!
Randy Long: "Here is your winner and getting the first title shot - Cameron MacNichol!"
MacNichol stands up and his sister Dyan applauds at ringside as his arm is raised in victory by the referee who is still selling the shot to the face earlier by Crowbar. Just then we see WARPED World Champion Alexander StarrZoe has made his way down the aisle and he walks up the steps and enters the ring. MacNichol notices him and Mac motions that he gets the first shot! Starr steps up and the two have a stare down and Starr holds up the title between the two.
Suddenly two men slide into the ring and its Grendel and Rusty Red! Grendel hits a Monster Lariat on StarrZoe from behind and he busts head-to-head with MacNichol who stumbles back into a chairshot to the back from Rusty Red!! Grendel shouts orders as Red hands him the chair and Red brings StarrZoe to his feet and Grendel drives the chair into his gut. Red releases him as he drops to one knee and Grendel cracks him over the skull with the chair! The World Champ drops down and MacNichol is up and tries to take the chair from Grendel but Rusty Red bumrushes him with a knee lift and the two begin beating him down on the mat. They then go to work on Alexander StarrZoe, kicking and punching him while he's out and busted open from the chairshot earleir.
Suddenly Crowbar is up and he pulls Rusty Red off and hits a KFO!!! Crowbar has come to the rescue but Grendel takes him out with a chairshot right to the skull. He picks up the World Title in one hand and holds it up with the steel chair in the other hand and up in the air as there are bodies all around him. The stand-in President of WARPED, PKA, makes his way down the ring and tells Grendel to back on off. Grendel tosses the World Title down to StarrZoe and backs up out of the ring as PKA looks pissed and confused as to what in the hell is going on anymore!
Grendel walks up the aisle with the chair in hand as PKA calls for medics to come help out... Fade to black...
"I NEED CHEESEBURGERS"
- Kentucky Tarzan