DREAM WRESTLING: SCRAMBLED DREAMS 2010 - 01/31/2010
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Scrambled Dreams 2010
31 Jan 2010
Amway Arena, Orlando, Florida (seats 17,740)
The DREAM Wrestling Federation logo appears then fades out, followed by the World Wrestling Alliance logo.
As it fades we get a video package that has the events leading into Scrambled Dreams. We see the men in charge talk about putting asses in seats. We see Them buttering The eGG Bandits up. We even see the tension grow between The Bandits. When the package ends, it ends with the Terminal Cancer that shocked the world. The one that connected with Doozer.
As we go live we at the top of the stage where a set up for a band is.
"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to a sold out Amway Arena in Orlando, Florida! I'm Jason Whiteside and what a pay per view we have for you tonight!"
Explosions begin to happen around the gear on the stage.
"Tonight we have some HUGE matches! Mike Polowy and Talon face. If Mike Polowy loses, he must sign a life time contract to DREAM!"
On the stage several men come out in black hoodies, we are unable to see who they are. They take places behind the instruments.
"Also, a gigantic six person Caged Hell match including talent from six different World Wrestling Alliance promotions. The winner will have the bragging rights to say their promotion is the top stuff right now. In our main event we have champion versus champion. Bandit versus Bandit. Cancer Jiles faces Doozer, title for title, here tonight at Scrambled Dreams."
A base and guitar line begin to be played.
"And now, from Jacksonville, Florida. Singing their new track... LIMP BIZKIT! This is THE TRUTH!"
The band rips off the hoodies and jams the fuck out of the stage as they play the official Scrambled Dreams song.
We’re backstage in Orlando’s Amway Arena, various stagehands and production crew workers can be seen scurrying around. A set of double doors swing open and into the backstage area walks Defiance’s Murray Monroe and Joe Drago. Murray is wearing a dirty sweat stained black polo shirt, with the Defiance logo stitched on the side, black referee style slacks and a black and white mesh trucker cap with the words Defiance written across the front. Drago, holding a black Adidas gym bag is wearing a pair of jeans and a black defiance hoodie, and a look of sheer intensity on his face.
"Scrambled Dreams, daddy!" Murray Monroe blurts out. "The money man, the manager of champions and the baddest man on the planet, the wrestling machine, Joe Drago are here daddy."
Drago stops and stands behind Murray, as the self proclaimed manager of champions continues to pontificate.
"Faze, Kronin, Cochrane, CRIP, McGill get ready tonight for the fight of your lives. You’re getting locked into a steel cage with this man," Murray announces pointing his thumb towards Drago. "and trust Murray Monroe when he says this, about halfway through the match, you’re all gonna be regretting that decision."
Murray and Drago walk off, looking for their dressing room.
A DEFIANCE promo runs.
"Epic" by Faith No More blasts over the sound system as smoke fills the entrance to ramp. Nathan Paradine walks into view, dressed in his ring trunks, a leather jacket and his trademark sunglasses, a confidant smirk on his face. He marches down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and climbing to his feet. He glances around and takes his jacket and sunglasses off, handing them to a member of the ring crew before backing away into the corner to await the start of the match.
"International Havestor by Craig Morgan" begins to play as Clarence Williams steps out from the back. He waves to the fans as he begins his decent down the ramp, walking close enough to the barrier fans can reach out and touch him. As he walks up the steps, Williams smiles to the crowd and waves as he steps into the ring, heading to the corner to wait.
"This should be an interesting opening match here at Scrambled Dreams as these two men have very different in ring styles."
The bell rings.
"The opening bell has sounded and we're about to kick the first pay per view of 2o1o off right now. Both men tie up."
Paradine pushes Williams back and into the ropes. He uses them to whip Clarence.
"Reversal by Clarence Williams, Nathan Paradine is sent across the ring."
He bounces off the ropes. As he returns, Clarence catches him.
"Arm drag by Clarence Williams."
Paradine scoots across the ring and sells landing on his ass hard as Clarence walks over, grabs the back of his head and lifts him to his feet. He pushes Nathan back into the corner, grabbing the top rope, and using them to hold onto as he puts his shoulder into Paradine.
"Shoulder thrust by Clarence Williams. He refuses to let up, and that's good. When you face the Australian Submission Machine, you can't let up. At any moment he can apply a deadly hold and make you tap."
He continues to thrust his shoulder into Nathan. Once he reaches a point he believes that he has Paradine immobilized, Clarence lifts him, sitting Nathan up on the the turnbuckle. He then climbs up himself, standing on the second rope and over Nathan. Williams looks out to the crowd and raises a fist. He then begins to bring it down into the forehead of Paradine.
"The fans count along with every hit as Clarence Williams continues to control this match."
After about six, he raises his fist to bring it down again, but Nathan has had enough., Somehow, he finds the strength to push Williams in the chest, and down to the mat. The fans boo.
"Nathan needs to capitalize while he can and turn this match around."
He grabs the top rope and stands straight up, showing signs of still being groggy from those big punches. Clarence isn't much phased by being pushed own, and rolls over and gets to his feet.
"Clarence Williams is up."
Williams walks over to Paradine who bends down to hold onto the top rope to keep himself up.
"Nathan Paradine isn't known for his high flying and it shows that he is in an uncomfortable area."
Clarence grabs a hold of Nathan. the crowd pops. He lifts up, floating Paradine over and crashing to the mat.
"Paradine slammed from the top rope! Clarence Williams is making one hell of an impact tonight!"
Clarence waste no time, attempting a pin.
"Quick kick out by Nathan Paradine. He isn't out yet, just hasn't caught a break."
Nathan rolls to the outskirts of the apron then to the floor as Clarence Williams gets to his feet.
"Nathan Paradine doing the smart thing, taking a moment to regather his thoughts and come at this match from a different perspective."
Clarence runs to the ropes, sliding under them and out. As he exits, Paradine slides back in.
"Williams trying to not give Paradine any time to regroup."
Clarence goes to slide back in. At that time, Paradine slides back out.
"Nathan Paradine not allowing Clarence Williams to get this match back on track. Lets see how this effects the pace of this match."
Clarence looks annoyed but doesn't give up hope. He goes to slide out again, and once again Nathan slides back in. The fans boo Nathan Paradine's tactics.
"Come on Nathan, lets have a match here!"
Nathan reaches over the top rope, pointing at Clarence and mouthing something.
"I think Paradine is accusing Clarence of avoiding him! You have to be kidding."
Nathan takes about four steps back and motions for Clarence to get in the ring.
"Williams sliding back in, this time Nathan Paradine staying in as well."
As soon as Clarence is in, Nathan runs, kicking him in the head.
"Paradine following up with multiple vicious stomps. Of all the underhanded things he could do."
Nathan violently lifts Clarence to his feet, holding him bent over in a inverted side headlock.
"I think Paradine wants to make Williams pay for the first part of this match."
He applies pressure before dragging Clarence Williams to the corner. Nathan backs up into the corner, and steps up to the bottom rope, still holding Williams.
"Nathan Paradine is stepping outside his box tonight at Scrambled Dreams, as we've already seen him go up top once tonight."
Nathan stands up, still on the bottom rope, and turns Clarence around and towards him. He brings an arm up and down across the chest of Clarence Williams. He then leans back, and leaps off the ropes, grabbing the back of Clarence's head, driving it into the mat.
"Bull dog from the bottom rope!"
Nathan rolls up to one knee and clenches his fist, happy with the outcome of the last move.
"Nathan Paradine giving us a taste of his arsenal we typically don't get to see."
He stand sup, turns, and walks over to Clarence. Nathan bends down and slaps the back of William's head. He then straddles Clarence's back, and places his hands up under his chin.
"Paradine now doing what he does best, locking in a submission."
Nathan pulls back, making sure to cause as much pain to Clarence Williams as possible. However, Williams is able to grab the bottom rope.
"Paradine forced to let go."
As Nathan gets up, he pulls Calrence with him.
"Paradine initiates a lock up. Knee to the gut by Williams."
"Clarence Williams rolls behind Nathan Paradine. Belly to back."
"Suplex into a bridge! The referee is going for the count."
The referee's hand hits three.
"Clarence Williams pulled off a victory out of nowhere!"
The crowd goes crazy as his music begins. Williams gets to his feet and the referee holds his hand up. Nathan Paradine stays sitting on the mat, holding the back of his head, and just looking at Clarence in disbelief.
"Paradine didn't see that coming, and quite frankly I don't think anyone did, but the fans sure seem to enjoy it!"
The all knowing, all seeing, all hearing, all smelling, 'trusty' eye in the sky has located the Egg Bandits entourage entering the Amway Arena. All six of them: Doozer, The Dude, Whammy, Adrien Cochrane, 'Beautiful' Bobby Dean(of Defiance Wrestling, also known as the snake in the grass) and Mr. Cool are casually dressed. The two lads partaking in the nights main event have their respective titles strapped firmly around their waists.
Cancer and Doozer.
Doozer and Cancer.
The two Champions confidently walk on opposite sides of the group, rolling fancy gym bags behind them. They haven't looked at, or even acknowledged the other founding father of 'eggdoms' presence. Before the gun gets jumped, this could be due to a rarely practiced, extreme focus technique... But chances are, it has something to do with a certain super-kick, CCJ delivered to the side of Dooze's noggin. The super-kick in mention would be the one that occurred after The Egg Bandits lost the Dream Tag Team Titles. Eighty Six days and a Terminal Cancer later... it seems as if frustration has finally set in. The frustration of losing, which the Egg Bandits up until this past Wednesday have never had the pleasure of tasting is quite vile indeed. Definitely doesn't taste like chicken... or scrambled lobster eggs for an example more fitting.
The rest of the Egg Bandits share in a look of uncertainty as they enter the arena. Not one of the incredibly talented, and handsome egg brethren is chatting, bantering, or singing it up. Some 'what if' whispers, but the usual bawdiness and child like enthusiasm the Bandits bring to the table is visibly absent. Yes indeed, the Egg Bandits not trash talking their opponents or each other for that matter is eerily odd. No back dealings... or plotting as to who will be egged next. Adrien does have the massive, Caged Hell match to worry about, so he'll get the benefit of the doubt. They must know, tonight could be the fateful evening that everything changes.
Tonight, for a moment... all of the drama encompassing the Egg Bandits gets put on the back burner. If only for a moment, but in this moment... an indisputable, hands down, man among Bandits will be decided. Tonight, after the dust settles... One man will be victorious. One man will stand alone... as Champion. That's just the way it's got to be. Can't change it, can't get around it. Oh well, sucks to be an Egg Bandit. Never thought that day would come.
Where have all the good times gone?
An uncomfortable feeling starts to resonate from with in, watching them walk... with the tension continuing to mount with each and every step. It's ironic, the Champions finally get the stage, and the opportunity... and instead of relishing in this fact. They're walking around in fear and silence. Fear of the possible fallout from a cataclysmic main event which could easily crack the all-ready fragile shell protecting the group of egg tossers.
The shot ends with Bandits filing into their locker room, maintaining the awkward... 'we need to talk' silence.
The screen cuts to black as video, courtesy of DREAM's collection consisting of the entire sVo and Hostility video vaults, plays and a female's voice resembling Bernadette Peters speaks through it.
"In 2008, after years of inactivity, a lone figure reemerged from the shadows to claim his rightful place in the world of wrestling."
A green light shines on an entrance curtain as a silhouetted figure steps through, coming into focus and spreading his arms wide. He is wearing a black robe and his face is adorned with green, black and white face paint. A grin spreads across his face.
"His name? Talon.
Aligning himself quickly with 'The Perfect Ten' Alex Ross, Talon was very nearly lost to the same world that claimed his childhood best friend."
Talon and Alex Ross stand together, beating down DREAM's own Travis Williams, and one wonders how he must feel watching this again.
"He moved from federation to federation, capturing gold and taking on all comers until he would be in position to make the greatest move of his career..."
We see snippets of the Hardcore Championship between Talon and incumbent champion Christian Roman on the last episode of sVo Showdown, including the Wings of Destiny off of the ladder at the end. Hostility's Legacy Mountain is shown as he kicks Mad Max off of the cage, before hitting a leg drop from the top to win the match. His epic battles with Ozric Mortimer, Mike Polowy, and Chris Bond are displayed. The voice of a random wrestling radio DJ pipes in.
"YOU HEARD ME RIGHT... TALON HIMSELF, HOSTILITY'S KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR, ON HIS WAY TO DREAM!"
We cut to Slaughter XXXIII, with Mike Polowy standing in the ring cutting a true MPlow promo.
"I'm a fucking money printing machine, but they'd rather I just shut down the presses. But I'm here to tell you tonight, ladies and gentlemen, that I'm not going to stand for it anymore. Starting right here, tonight, I'm going to ensure that DREAM can't continue on it's crash course to suck. Tonight, I bring in my secret weapon. I've had the sparrow in my pocket for some time now, just waiting to pull the trigger... and tonight? Tonight the nightmare begins. Tonight, the poison is unleashed. Tonight, if I can't get out of my DREAM contract, then I swear to God I'll burn the whole thing into the ground. Keep watching, folks, cause tonight is going to be filled with NOTHING but old faces and new surpri..."
He is cut off suddenly, as music we never expected to hear in the Slaughter House begins to pulsate through the speakers. "Through the Fire and Flames" by Dragonforce blasts over the PA system, sending the crowd into... mostly confusion. Their confusion turns to cheers, however, as TALON steps through the curtain accompanied by pyro, his movements going into slow motion as the video freezes on the newest acquisition to DREAM, spreading his arms and grinning for the fans like every match is his first and his last.
"The time has come where a man must face the demons inside him by fighting his opposite and his equal."
More footage of Polowy and Talon battling in Hostility spliced together with the footage of Talon walking to the ring to confront Polowy.
"At stake... Mike Polowy's DREAM contract, and the culmination of Talon's entire career."
Another radio DJ's voice cuts in.
"Talon versus Polowy... it's got pay per view buys off the charts, people are paying more attention than ever because of what these two have done to each other everywhere but DREAM. This could very well be the most important match in either's career, and you can bet your ass that everyone in DREAM and HOW are going to be watching this one."
Ms. Peters comes back in for the wrap-up.
"Will Mike Polowy get his way and gain the right to be released from his contract whenever he wants? Or will Talon rise above, face the greatest challenge of his career, and force Polowy into a lifetime guaranteed contract? These answers and more... tonight.
As the video ends, the last image is of Mike Polowy and Talon, standing nose to nose, cocky grin to cocky grin, like a mirror...
An Appalachian Wrestling promo runs.
"Black" by Sevendust hits the arena sound system. Klash comes out from the back and pounds on his chest before heading through blue pyrotechnics.
"Klash making his DREAM pay per view in ring debut. This man here has been impressive over recent weeks."
Klash slides into the ring and waits as his music fades out. CPZ's theme song "Show Me What You Got" by Powerman 5000 plays over the PA system as the lights in the arena begin to dim. A lone spotlight shines on the entrance ramp as CPZ emerges from the backstage area and throws his arms into the air. He views his surroundings and begins to slowly make his way down the aisle with the lights slowly coming back on as the one spotlight follows him into the ring as he tosses his arms into the air in the middle of the ring with an arrogant smile upon his face.
"Klash and Casey Pierro-Zabotel step into a collar and elbow tie up. Quickly, Casey with a side headlock!"
Klash attempts to grind in on the headlock, but CPZ is fighting him with everything inside him.
"Klash wants to secure a big pay per view win over Casey Pierro-Zabotel here, and this is a good way to start."
CPZ throws an elbow, followed by a second one. He shoots Klash off into the ropes.
"Big boot attempt by Klash, ducked by Casey Pierro-Zabotel. Klash turns around and BOOM!"
CPZ dropkicks Klash. He rolls out the ring, to the floor.
"I do not think Zabotel is going to give him much room here to breathe."
Casey rushes the ropes, leaping through them.
"SUICIDE DIVE! Casey Pierro-Zabotel nails Klash with a big move early in the match!"
CPZ back to his feet, as he grabs the head of his opponent, lifts him up.
"Casey has a chance to end this one early, if he can get Klash back into the ring."
Pierro-Zabotel slams the face of Klash on the security railing.
"Casey Pierro-Zabotel making sure to secure control of the match by using the barrier as a makeshift weapon."
Casey rolls Klash back into the ring under the bottom rope, before heading up to the apron and back into the ring himself.
"Casey Pierro-Zabotel lifts Klash to his feet. Irish whip into the corner."
Casey runs, and leaps.
"Big splash, crushing Klash."
As Casey steps back, Klash slumps over. Pierro-Zabotel walks over, and grabs Klash. He climbs the ropes around his opponent, pulling him up as well.
"Casey Pierro-Zabotel sits Klash up on the top rope."
Casey punches Klash a couple times.
"Making sure he still has full control of Klash, Casey now hooks his neck."
Casey Pierro-Zabotel leaps back, dropping to his knees and bringing Klash down hard.
"THE DROP OF DEATH!"
Klash is out as Casey turns him over and covers him, hooking the leg. He counts along with the referee as he counts.
"Very quick match with a very big ending. Casey Pierro-Zabotel has defeated Klash here, at Scrambled Dreams."
We get replays of the a few moments of the match.
We get an WWA promotional ad for the next Wrestling Midwest Graveyard Shift.
Backstage in Orlando’s Amway Arena. Dawn McGill and Charlie Blackwell walk down the hall towards her dressing room. For once, it's McGill who's carrying her duffel bag for her match tonight and Blackwell in his street clothes.
Dawn says hello to some of the backstage crew she knows and quietly goes right to her dressing room along with Blackwell. The door closes.
A few seconds later, the door reopens and Blackwell is shoved out of the dressing room.
"Sorry!" Blackwell says as the door closes.
We get a preview of the next MVW Friday Night Wrestling.
We go backstage, outside Mark Zylbert's office. The door is cracked and looking in, the camera can only see Zylbert at his desk.
"You simply can't pass up this offer, only a crazy man would. Out of everyone acquired from HOSTILITY, you, you are the one true superstar."
We see a hand pull the contract away from Mark, and another with a pen signing it. Mark looks up.
"Hey.. HEY! Close that door!"
The camera man exits quickly, slamming the door behind him.
"WHO GOING CHICKEN HUNTING?
WE GOING CHICKEN HUNTING!"
Insane Clown Posse's "Chicken Hunting" starts to blast throughout the arena, as Dark and BR Ellis step out on top of the ramp. The crowd starts to boo them extremely loud, but the chicKEN Chokers honestly do not care. They head down the isle in the middle, out of reach of all the fans. As they get down to the ring, both me jump up on the apron with their knees and stand to their feet. They look at one another and give a perverted gesture to the crowd, before stepping through the ropes. As both men walk over to a corner, their music cuts to an end.The lights in the arena dim to a low blue as the opening riffs of Papa Roach's "Getting away with murder" begins to play as both members of the Maverick Express appear at the entrance way with smiles on their faces
Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
What creates my own madness
And I'm addicted to your punishment
And you're the master
And I am waiting for disaster
The two men then start to make their way down to the ring and when the y get halfway there, Locke hits a deadrun to the ring and slides under the bottom rope while Sabin makes his way down to the ring and goes up the steps while Locke makes his way onto one knee while taking a look at the ring.
I feel irrational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn't possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)
I drink my drink and I don't even want to
I think my thoughts when I don't even need to
I never look back cause I don't even want to
And I don't need to
Because I'm getting away with murder
Sabin then enters the ring and throws his right fist into the air as the crowds explode into a massive face pop while Locke gets up onto his feet and starts to do a little shadow boxing as the lights goes back to normal and Sabin removes his jacket and hands it to the ring attendant while the music fades out as both men get ready for their match.
Lyrics to 'I Want It All' by Queen kicks in.
It can't be, can it?
YES! -- Terry Spruhen, with beautifully sparkled Chocolate Vest, struts out with lips perched and fluffing out his Perm. Falls to his knees, swiping his forehead twice with cocksuredness, until finally the big man comes out more subdued and stands beside the kneeling Spruhen, arms relaxed.
Spruhen pops up, walking well-ahead of Borchard. Talking and more talking to anybody who will listen. Reaching ringside, Spruhen is already engaging the Official in words while Borchard has methodically pulled himself up onto the apron and stepped over the top rope rather effortlessly. Spruhen folds his vest, neatly. Slides into the ring near the post and sits in the corner, grinning like a damn fool as Borchard rests his arms on the top rope and you know.-- just know, he's ready.
Everyone leaves the ring but Jared Borchard and Sabin Richards.
"We'll kick this match off with one of the new tag team champions, and half of The Maverick Express."
As the bell sounds, both men circle the ring and step forward.
"Collar and elbow lockup. Jared uses his power and just throws Sabin back into the corner!"
Jared smiles at Sabin, posing for second to showcase the strength he has.
"Jared knows he has the advantage with his size, but speed maybe his downfall!"
Sabin back up, and they circle once more. They step into the center, for the collar and elbow.
"They’re locked now, let’s see if Sabin uses speed over Jared’s strength!"
Sabin pulls him into a standing side headlock. He starts to grind the side of the jaw with his forearm.
"Sabin looks to be confident with his headlock, but this move is not a sure thing!"
Jared reaches for the ropes, but his long arms are just short from reaching them.
"It may have it locked on good, as we see Jared searching for the ropes!"
Jared lifts up Sabin from the headlock position, and throws him forward towards his corner.
"What amazing strength!"
Locke attempts to come in, grabbing the shoulder of Jared. As the referee attempts to keep the two men apart, Terry takes a towel he has in the corner, to choke Sabin behind the referee’s back.
"Terry is one of the dirtiest men in DREAM. When he sees a blind referee, he will use it to his team’s advantage fully!"
Locke exits the ring and points to Terry, who releases the towel, and pats himself dry on his forehead. The referee starts to question him, as Locke enters the ring.
"Looks like Locke is giving them a dose of their own medicine!"
Locke grabs Jared, and is quickly elbowed for his troubles, as the referee is back on Locke pulling him back out the ring.
"He should have just clipped the knees of the big man; it would have proven to be a better stepping stone for beating The Grady Bunch!"
Terry enters the ring, and slaps his hands together to make a tag like sound. Jared and Terry lift up Sabin, double suplex, bounce him off the ropes and back they fall.
"OH MAN, A DOUBLE SLINGSHOT SUPLEX BY THE GRADYS!"
Jared exits the ring, as Terry makes the cover. The referee finally able to break away from Locke, to come in and make the count.
"ONE… TWO… NO!"
Locke dives forward, double axe handle to the back of Terry breaking up the pin fall!
"Oh man, Sabin could have been done there, if it was not for the Locke breaking up that pin!"
Terry takes Sabin and puts him in a side headlock. From the apron, both members of The chicKEN Chokers watch on.
"While Dark and B.R. Ellis stay well rested on the apron, Terry has gone from a side headlock, to a Fuji arm bar."
Terry is attempting to get a submission win, but Sabin is inches from the ropes.
"Sabin reaches for it, HE HAS IT!"
Sabin grabs the bottom rope forcing Terry to release the hold after an almost five count by the referee.
"Sabin needed that rope, like a fat kid needs exercise!"
Terry grabs up Sabin, and shoots him into the corner. He taunts Locke, as he runs in…
"Terry going for a big splash!"
Sabin rolls out the corner, as Terry slams into the corner and starts to stumble back out. Sabin turns him around, boot to the gut, DDT!
"Snap DDT by Sabin! He needs to make the tag!"
Terry starts to stir, as he makes his way on his stomach towards Jared.
"Terry is about two feet from his tag, Sabin is now just able to get moving!"
Terry leans forward, as Jared stretches his long arms out, TAG!
"Gradys have a tag!"
Sabin starts to crawl on his hands and knees, as Jared enters.
"He does not have much further to go!"
Jared grabs the foot of Sabin, before he can make a tag.
"He was so close to Locke!"
Sabin tries to hop away, but Jared pulls him back, but Sabin flips and kicks Jared in the chest. Sabin flings forwards as Locke makes the tag.
"HE MADE THE TAG!"
Locke grabs the ropes and leaps on them, and flies off with a missile dropkick, that almost sends Jared to the canvas.
"The big man is rocking!"
Locke back to his feet, as he hits the ropes and does a flying clothesline, rocking Jared even more.
"Oh man, so close!"
Locke hits the ropes again and goes for the cross body, but Jared catches him!
"The big man caught Locke, should have done it from the ropes!"
Sabin springs off the top rope and dropkicks the back of Locke, causing Jared to fall with Locke on top of him.
"HE IS OFF HIS FEET!"
Locke hooks both legs.
"ONE… TWO… NO!"
Locke Helms rolls over and to his knees, where he sits panting.
"Helms is in The chicKEN Choker corner! I don't think he realizes it."
Dark and Ellis look at each other then into the ring as Locke Helms uses the ropes to pull himself up. He turns and stares at Dark, who still stands on the edge of the apron. Suddenly, Dark reaches in and slaps the shit out of Locke's chest.
"Dark tagging himself in, and hard!"
As Locke grabs his chest, he stumbles back and turns around to see, the now standing, Jared Borchard. Jared grabs his throat, places his arm up on his shoulder, and lifts.
Jared looks down at Locke who rolls out of the ring.
"I'm unsure if terry even knows Dark is the legal man."
Dark enters the ring behind Borchard and waits. He begins to motion for Terry to turn, wanting it, needing it. As the big man does, the dirty ass Dark lunges forward at him, grabbing around his waste and pushing forward as he tries to lift.
"The fully rested Dark trying to get the 6'10 monster off his feet."
Finally, he is able to do it, Dark lifts Terry up, slamming him.
"The Illustrated Man gets Jared Borchard off his feet. Being well rested, the Chokers have a good chance at winning it all tonight!"
Dark runs over and slams Sabin Richards with a forearm, knocking him off of the apron to the floor outside, then turns and heads over to Terry Spruhen, kicking him through the ropes, then hitting an European Uppercut that knocks him to the floor outside.
"Dark cleans house!"
As he makes his way back over to Jared, B.R. Ellis enters the ring.
"The chicKEN Chokers working together, lifting Jared Borchard to his feet."
They hold him by the trunks and look at each other before lifting him up, holding him, then falling back to the mat.
Dark quickly covers Jared. At that time Terry Spruhen slides into the ring and rushes The Chokers. B.R. Ellis rolls halfway up and goes to get up and block Terry.
"Spruhen meets Ellis with a big boot to the temple!"
B.R. flies sideways and to the mat as Terry hops over him, and meeting the side of Dark's head, in the temple as well, with a stomp.
"Spruhen with the save."
Dark rolls around holding his head in pain as his tag partner lays, knocked the fuck out.
"Well rested or not, if you get kicked in the temple, you aren't much good in the ring after that."
Terry grabs Jared's arm and goes to pull him to their corner, but the big man is a bit heavy and he barely moves him. Spruhen then reaches over and slaps his partner around, getting his attention enough to coax him to roll over and begin crawling to the ropes where Terry hurries towards, and out to the apron.
"Spruhen wants to make the tag! He wants to eliminate the chokers and all but guarantee that he will leave a TagChampion!"
Jared reaches up, almost touching the tip of Terry's fingers as Dark rolls over to his hands and knees behind him. He looks up and see's the near tag.
"Dark is up, and with probably the only energy he has left he leaps forward!"
As he falls to the mat he grabs Jared's leg. Dark gets up and yanks back, but as Jared slides across the mat away from Terry, a last moment stretch allows Spruhen to make the tag.
"The other half of the new tag champions is in the ring!"
Dark lets Jared go and jumps up, just to be taken down as Terry Spruhen crashes through him.
Terry quickly turns, throwing himself on top of Dark. The referee drops for the count.
"We could have our first elimination here!"
Dark somehow kicks out.
"That was two a nine tenths! My God!"
Dark turns to look towards his corner, only to not see B.R. Ellis who is still laid out in the ring.
"B.R. Ellis is still out, he could be seriously hurt."
The referee turns and begins checking on Ellis as if he just realized he hadn't moved. Behind him, Terry gets to his feet, pulling Dark up with him. As Dark is pulled up, he is able to reach into his trunks, pulling out what appears to be a rubber chicken. Dark bends down a bit further, and comes up, swinging the rubber chicken back and across the face of Terry Spruhen. Terry's body twist halfway around and he falls face first to the mat.
"Spruhen is out via rubber chicken!"
Dark looks around, and tosses the chicken out of the ring. He goes to cover Spruhen, but the referee is still preoccupied with his partner.
"Dark unable to get a count from the referee!"
The referee raises up, holding his arms in a X
"It seems that B.R. is hurt, as the referee is calling for help from the back."
Dark gets off of Terry and heads over, looking down at Ellis. He rubs his hand through his own hair, obviously stressing over his partner.
"We have several medical assistants heading from the back now. Let's take a look at what happened."
We get a replay of Ellis being kicked directly in the temple, nothing is pulled as he takes the pull brunt force.
Terry Spruhen uses the commotion to crawl over near the Maverick Express corner, where both men are back on the apron watching. Terry gets to his feet. The referee says something to Dark then walks over to the corner. As he nears Terry, Spruhen tags Sabin Richards.
"Terry Spruhen not caring about what's going on, he just makes sure to make a very visible tag to Sabin Richards."
Sabin climbs into the ring, looking at Terry Spruhen with disgust as he exits to the apron, jumps down to the floor, and heads over to his corner where his partner has made his way back to. Jared takes this time to rest, holding himself up with the turnbuckle as Terry joins him on the apron.
"Sabin looks uncomfortable being a fresh man in the ring at the moment."
He walks over and puts his hands on his hips, watching as Dark does.
"Dark can't believe this."
Dark seems to lose it as he begins pulling the officials away from B.R.
"Dark now yanking people away from assisting Ellis!"
He begins to toss them out of the ring. Sabin goes forward, grabbing Dark's shoulder to try and stop him. Dark turns and pushes him back. Sabin comes forward and pushes Dark with all his might, sending him to the mat.
"Sabin Richards stops Dark's moment of insanity!"
Sabin stands over B.R. looking at Dark, trying to reason with him. At that moment, B.R.'s foot goes up, and right into Sabin's nuts. Richards grabs himself and stumbles forward falling to his knees.
Ellis opens his eyes and a shit eating grin goes across his face. Dark uses the ropes to pull himself up, his bearded face revealing a sadistic smile as well.
"It was all a work! B.R. Ellis was playing a very damn good game of possum!"
Dark helps B.R. up and they mouth some words before Ellis heads to the apron. Dark walks over, grabbing the back of Sabin Richards neck and pulls him to his feet. He directs him to the chicKEN Choker corner. B.R. Ellis puts his foot up on the top rope, and Dark slams Sabin's face right into it.
"You can't put anything against these two! they are dirty!"
Dark scoops Sabin up, slamming him to the mat, following with a pin. The referee drops. Locke Holmes rushes the ring, but B.R. Ellis is on top of shit this time around as he enters also, running, and plowing right through Holmes with a clothesline as the referee hits three.
"Dark has just eliminated The Maverick Express!"
Both members of the Maverick Express roll to the outside skirts of the apron as B.R. and Dark look from the inside, out to the Tag Team Champions. The Grady Bunch rush the ring.
"An all out brawl!"
All four men begin to exchange punches as the referee tries to regain control. Finally, Jared Borchard tosses B.R. Ellis over the top rope and down to the floor.
"It's two on one now in the ring!"
Jared reaches down, grabbing Dark's legs. he yanks, causing Dark to fall face forward.
"Dark just ate mat!"
Jared leans back and pulls up, lifting Dark.
"What a test of strength!"
Terry Spruhen grabs Dark's head, and drops with a DDT, before rolling out of the ring.
"A modified Pensacola Plunge by the champions!"
Jared turns Dark over and covers him, counting along with the referee as he counts.
"THE CHAMPIONS RETAIN!"
Terry Spruhen slides back in and helps his partner up, they raises their hands in victory.
"The celebration is lacking as the Tag Team Champions have yet to even hold their belts, which are being held captive in DEFIANCE."
Jared leans towards the camera and we can here he as he yells.
DEFIANCE. We're coming for you and our belts.
Terry slaps him on the chest as they continue to celebrate.
"The following match will
contain scenes of gratuitous, graphic violence, excessive amounts of bloodletting and, of course, no Total Anarchy match would not be compete with gore. Lots and lots of gore. Oh yes, there will be gore."
Psymon is sitting on a bench in his locker room, dressed and ready to compete in Scrambled Dreams’ Total Anarchy match against Chris Bladez and Ozric Mortimer. Next to him, laying hammerhead up is his short-handled mallet, Jack. He actually modified a croquet mallet by removing the mallet head, fashioned a crude, hourglass shaped stone hammerhead, shortened and reinforced the handle to withstand the weight of the hammerhead.
Psymon’s tattoos are shiny and reflecting off the lights above him. Letting out a sigh, it seems that "The Monster" is content with everything he has done in DREAM thus far.
"I don’t think Bladez and Mortimer have fully grasped the gravity of the situation in which they have put themselves in. Chris Bladez, I attacked you all those weeks ago as a favor: you piss off ‘The Monster’ and you will pay. You pissed me off; I gave you a beating; and now you want payback. You keep asking me how do I sleep at night. In fact, I sleep rather well, with my beautiful wife next to me in my bed. Her sexual appetites exhaust me into nights of restful sleep."
He flashes his crooked smile into the camera, and there is a mixed reaction from the fans.
"As for Ozric Mortimer…Nicholas Brocken…you could have stayed on that sinking ship known as Hostility Wrestling Federation. T’would have you a great favor, and yet you did not. I assume that you have several contract offers anywhere in the world, and yet you deferred and came to DREAM. Why is that, Mortimer? Is it because your Hostile brethren jumped ship, joined DREAM, and you were compelled to do the same? Or is it because you are fated to fall at my feet?
Prudence tells me that it’s the latter. You need
to stalk me, need
to follow everything that I do, because there is nothing else for you to do, Mortimer. Like Bladez, I’ll do you a favor by putting you out of your misery, or retire you from wrestling so you can frighten children as a sideshow attraction at a carnival.
"You will go home with your tail tucked in between your legs. You will go to your parents’ headstone, dropped to your knees and say, ‘Mommy, Daddy, I have failed to kill the Monster. You were right; I have failed to amount to a fucking thing in this world. I will be nothing more than an insipid carnival clown who is not cut out to do anything else.’"
The fans jeer, bring Mortimer’s parents into the fray.
Psymon slowly gets up, grabs Jack, and slips on his hooded trench coat. Before he leaves, he has this to say: "Let the gore begin."
He exits his locker room.
We get an advertisement for High Octane Wrestling's Thursday Night Turmoil, and a preview showing that Johnny Legend of DREAM will be in action.
The cameras cut backstage, where Nathan Paradine is shown walking towards the backstage entrance, dressed in jeans and a black shirt. He pauses and looks around outside the door and smiles, seemingly to himself.
"Well, I guess this is it. No more drama, no more wrestling, nothing... Time to take a break, I think."
Paradine reaches into his pocket and pulls out a slip of paper; his official DREAM contract. He tears in into several pieces and drops it onto the ground before turning and walking through the door, disappearing from view... this time, for good.
The opening piano chords of 'Fossil Genera' by Between the Buried and Me begin to echo against the arena walls while blotchy white spotlights scan across the board, into the rafters, and splatter across the ring. Everything is quiet; everyone stands in a daze of anticipation as the video tron begins showing a strange sequence of a lone boy standing in a desolate valley painted black and white. Two red balloons float, in full color, beside him as he makes circles with his fingers and places them against his eyes, imaginatively looking through binoculars.
The camera zooms in through the circle and deep into the boy's eye as spider nerves against the retina bend and curve to form a prickly 'O'. The 'O' moves away from the eye as the camera zooms back out to show the same desolate, black and white, valley. The boy has disappeared. As the music hits a point of severity, a splash of blood covers the classic view and shadowed white letters reveal 'Ozric' across the video screen.
The house lights change to a burning red and it fills the entire arena. The whiteness of the ring canvas, now a shade of bleak crimson. The faces of the curious in the audience, young and old, now blurred away by the rose matter infestation. A scribbled black smiley face fades in on the video screen, just above the text, and out through the black curtain appears Ozric Mortimer; dressed down in a black and white style get up, complete with a white straight-jacket style long-sleeved shirt with obnoxiously bulgy black buttons lining it down the middle and baggy jester pants.
Wearing what looks to be an open white dentist scrub jacket, he slowly walks to the end of the stage and blankly stares out towards the crowd. He then continues to walk down the ramp as the drowning red house lights start to flicker. He reaches the ring, slowly pulls his dentist coat off, and continues to blankly stare towards nothingness. A smile suddenly appears as his blank expression turns to a somewhat demonic one as he rubs his hand across his makeup-covered face, smudging it entirely, before sliding into the ring.
The area is swallowed up by darkness. Nothing can be seen nor heard for a few seconds as flashbulbs light the arena. A few seconds pass, and the big screen kicks on. Nothing but static can be seen. A few seconds later, a word appears on the screen, in an Old English font, and in big, black letters. The word reads this:
Finally, a soft drumming from a bass drum starts to beat. It's faint at first, then it becomes louder, along with some heavy guitar playing. When everything is finally crescendos, Mark Hunter utters two words over the PA system...
Explosions are heard and the lights come back on in the arena as "Nothing Remains" by Chimaira starts to play. A figure, dressed in a hooded trench coat, the Ringside Wrestling Championship belt around his waist, with a short-handled, stone head mallet, is standing on the ramp way, and is looking out into the crowd. He flips back his hood, and he reveals himself as none other than the Monster, Psymon, and the fans emit their mixed reaction as Psymon walks down to the ring, walking along with the lyrics to the song.
I shout these words to those who never listened,
I pen this letter with the utmost conviction.
It’s been dark in here, cold and relentless,
it’s been too long, and I can no longer fight this.
Too late to change my mind.
I’ve silenced the pain.
Psymon walks off the ramp and slides into the ring. He gets into the middle of the ring, raising his mallet in the air, as flaming pyro explode from all corners of the ring.
All these years passed,
no one heard true feelings,
you continued to act like you knew me.
Did you ever stop to think that I’d be able
to look in your eyes and say that I’m stable?
Too late to change my mind
I’ve silenced the pain.
Psymon removes his hooded trench coat, tosses it over the top rope, along with his mallet, and removes the Ringside Wrestling title belt from around his waist, and hands it to the referee. He then sits down in one of corners, staring at his opponent, or staring off into space, waiting for the match.
Fireworks go off from the top of the stage. Over the PA system the sound of coins dropping and cash registers opening up. "Money" by Pink Floyd begins to play.
Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay
And your O.K.
Money, it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands
And make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream
Think I'll buy me a football team.
Money get back
I'm all right Jack
Keep your hands off my stack
Money, it's a hit
Don't give me that
Do goody good bullshit
I'm in the hi-fidelity
First class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet
As the guitar and Saxophone start playing more fireworks go off this time starting at the bottom of the ramp and working its way up to where it ends in a huge blast sending gold colored sparks everywhere. Chris Bladez comes from the back, chair in hand and makes his way down the ramp. He stops outside the ring.
"There are no rules in this match folks. We have the second ever Anarchy Champion, taking on two men whom have hardcore in their blood. However, being the former Anarchy Champion is all Chris Bladez has going for him coming into this match after the brutal attack by Psymon juts two weeks ago."
Chris Bladez continues to watch from outside the ring, not yet entering as Ozric and Pysmon prepare.
"Speaking of Psymon, he is at maybe the biggest disadvantage of this match being smaller then both of his opponents by six inches. As for Ozric Mortimer, this is his in ring debut here in DREAM."
Bladez finally slides into the ring, chair in hand, popping up, and getting ready himself.
"This match could go any way. Pin falls and submissions count anywhere."
As the referee signals for the bell, Pysmon charges Bladez.
"That fool does not care about a chair!"
Bladez slams the chair over his head, making Psymon stumble backwards a few feet, shaking his head.
"That did not seem too smart!"
Ozric reaches down his baggy clown like pants, and removes a kendo stick.
"And here we thought only Bladez came to play!"
The kendo stick slaps the back of Bladez, forcing him to drop the chair. Ozric slams it over his head this time, sending Bladez through the middle rope to the outside.
"A serial killer looking clown and a kendo stick, does not equal a lifetime movie special!"
Pysmon has the kendo stick uppercutting him below the belt, with one swift move.
"I think he'll be singing a new tune, NO DOUBT!"
Ozric shoves his thumb up under the chin of Pysmon, forcing him to stretch his neck up.
"Ozric points to the cheap seats!"
Ozric destroys the kendo stick across the windpipe of Pysmon.
"We could need some help for Pysmon, a windpipe is not made to take that much force!"
Ozric goes into the cover on Pysmon, jabbing his elbow into the throat. The referee slides into position.
"Ozric Mortimer looking to end it quick."
Bladez flies over, driving a knee into the middle of Ozric's back.
"OH MAN, Ozric was about to wrap this bastard up!"
Bladez grabs the chair he had dropped earlier, and unfolds it.
"What does this man have in mind?"
He picks up Ozric, and shoots him into the ropes.
"Drop toehold, and Ozric eats the seat of the chair!"
Ozric's face just looks to be taking a break, chin in the seat and face towards the back.
"Bladez hits the ropes!"
Bladez kicks Ozric in the back of the head with a running boot, slamming Ozric's face between the opening and back.
"The clown is bleeding! That is a broke nose, I JUST KNOW IT!"
Bladez rolls him over, and throws the chair away from them. As he hooks both legs, the referee goes down.
"Can Chris Bladez capitalize here?"
Pysmon grabs Bladez with two handfuls of his hair.
"The monster seems a bit PISSED!"
Pysmon plants a head butt directly between the eyes of Bladez.
"Now that is called, USING YOUR HEAD!"
Bladez stumbles to a knee, trying to shake off the head butt. Pysmon hits the ropes, and dives down with a clothesline, knocking Bladez to his back.
"If he can stay on Bladez, he may just have what it takes to defeat these two men!"
Pysmon grabs up Ozric by the hair, and brings him over into the corner. He fires in a knife edge chop across the pectoral muscle of Ozric.
"What is he setting him up for here?"
Pysmon lifts Ozric up on the top turnbuckle, before giving a four up jaw jacker.
"I think the clown is out up there!"
Psymon looks at Bladez, who is still down, as he grabs the chair used by Bladez earlier.
"He is hooking that chair on the head and neck of Ozric!"
Psymon climbs up the turnbuckle, trying to find away to hook him.
"Bladez is on his feet, playing dead the whole time it seems!"
Bladez goes between the legs, and lifts up pulling Psymon away from the destruction he was about to cause.
"Electric chair position!"
Ozric grabs the chair, and perches himself on the top rope. He dives off, using the side of the chair, as the Doom’s Day Device (Old Road Warriors Finisher) is set off.
"OH MY! PSYMON IS DONE FOR!"
Ozric is to his feet, as he grabs an unexpecting Bladez by the hair and throws him over the top rope.
"Hey scary clown man, HE IS HANGING ON!"
Ozric goes instantly into the cover, hooking the legs of Psymon.
Bladez slams the chair on the back of the head of Ozric, breaking any hope he had in wrapping up the match!
"As the fans are silent with a mouth wide open expression on their face, all I can say is… I HOPE OZRIC IS USE TO SOME RINGING IN HIS EARS!"
Bladez rolls Ozric off of Psymon, and decides to try and pick up the pin fall on his new enemy of recent weeks.
"PSYMON KICKED OUT!"
Before the referee’s hand could slap the canvas for a third time, Psymon got a shoulder up.
’WHAT THE HELL! CAN YOU COUNT REFEREE?’
Chris Bladez is on his feet, grabbing the referee by the shirt.
"Focus on the match Chris, stop playing with the referee!"
Psymon comes from behind.
"OH MAN! LOW BLOW! And it’s perfectly legal!"
Bladez doubles over, as Psymon school boys him up.
Ozric flies across the ring, dropping an axe handle on Psymon’s back to break up the pin fall.
"I am not sure if he would have pinned Bladez there, but I am sure Chris will like a breather to catch his wind back after that hmm, MIC CHECK!"
Bladez rolls to the outside, where he starts to nurse his black and blue balls, and Ozric and Psymon are left to battle inside.
‘"Ozric picks him up by the hair, and shoots him into the ropes."
On the return, Ozric drops his head for a back body drop.
"Psymon saw it coming, as he makes Ozric kiss his boot!"
Psymon slaps him across the face to get his attention before planting a boot into the stomach.
"Bladez is setting up a table on the floor!"
Psymon grabs the head of Ozric and hooks both arms.
"DOUBLE ARMED DDT!"
Psymon goes down for the cover, but is instantly grabbed by Bladez.
"I think Psymon brought the chair with him!"
As Bladez dragged out Psymon, he was able to grab the chair in the ring and pull it outside with him.
"Bladez is feeling cocky, look at that smug look and the way he is taunting the fans!"
Bladez turns his attention back to Psymon, who jabs the top of the chair into his throat.
"I think Bladez just had his windpipe crushed!"
Bladez is against the table, as Psymon slams the chair over his head.
"That is enough!"
Psymon pushes him onto the table, as he takes the chair and puts Bladez head in it.
"WHAT IN THE HELL IS HE DOING!?"
Psymon slowly on the table, hoping it does not break. With Bladez face down, Psymon grabs the arm and lifts him up off the table some with the chair’s seat covering his face.
"HE CANNOT BE GOING FOR THIS!"
Psymon takes his foot and stomps.
"CURB STOMP! HOLY SHIT!"
"THIS IS INSANE, THIS IS INSANE, THIS IS INSANE!"
The fans chant, as Psymon rolls Bladez over.
ONE… TWO… THREE!’
As the bell sounds, his music cues up, and the referee helps to his feet. His hand is raised in victory, but EMTs are at ringside to check on all three men.
"We need to get this mess clean up and these wrestlers checked out!"
We get a five minute video package that highlights the WWR Year End Award
ceremony from earlier in the month.
The main highlight is Mike Polowy winning best heel after being nominated for many different categorizes.
The feed cuts backstage, as we drop back in on the Bandits who have gathered in their lavish, and fully stocked locker room. All of the Bandits are once again present and accounted for. The ones in action tonight have changed into their ring gear, hopefully while not occupying the same room. The mood, somber... as the previously encountered silence from when the Bandits took the Amway Arena is still making it's presence known.
The tension is now so thick you could cut it with the dullest of butter knives.
"I got something to say."
Cancer states, standing from a wooden bench; cracking his neck and knuckles in the process. The the first spoken words of the evening from the Cool Champion aren't directed towards the Bandits as a whole, but towards the Dooze more specifically. With his chest puffed out, CJ walks over to the Dream Champion, and stands a few feet in front of him. Jiles then unfastens the precious title from around his waist, and carefully positions the Coolest prize in all of sports in between him and the Dooze.
The proverbial line in the sand has been drawn.
Before CCJ can continue, Doozer stands from the opposite bench. The two champions are nose to nose, unflinching in the others eye. After a few second stare down, Doozer heads over to the doorway. He reaches out for the brass door knob and pulls opens the door.
"Dooze, you don't need to run away from me. I just wan..."
Once again interrupting Mr. Cool, Doozer places his pointer finger over his closed mouth, and shhhh's any possible smart comment. Cancer lets out a sigh, and wisely pipes up.
"The rest of you guys mind leaving for a second." Doozer requests, then explains... "I think this next part could get a tad ugly, and I wouldn't want to jeopardize any of your careers. Especially you AC. You got a mega match in a bit and I would feel horrible if you happened to get roped into this mess."
The Bandits, without a moments hesitation leave the locker room. Even Whammy and The Dude exit, leaving Cancer and Doozer all alone. It appears the nights main event might kick off ahead of schedule. The Dooze slams the door behind them, and takes the time to lock it once closed. He calmly walks over to the bench he stood from, and grabs the Dream Title. Grasping it firmly in the clutches of his massive hands, he gazes down at the Title belt, looking at it, as if it were the most cherished possession on the face of Gods green Earth. He then places it on top of the Cool title, and addresses Cancer for the first time since Wednesday night.
"To think, I actually thought I knew you to be a better man than the one you parade around as... thought I had you all figured out, Jiles. I was even stupid enough to think you had turned over a new leaf. Turns out I was wrong. For you see, Jiles, as soon as I let my guard down, BOOM! You stab me in the back, by super-kicking me square in the face. Then... then you just couldn't get enough... you had to stand over me like I'm some fucking bum... like I'm fucking T-Willy, holding the titles high in the air. Your... ahhh! It's done. We're done."
The apathetic Cool Champion begins pleading with his ex-running mate. "Man, if I could go back in time... and take it back, believe me, I would. I was pissed. I was frustrated. I lost my COOL and lashed out. I'm sorry for that, Doozy. I'm sorry for everything. I really am. I've had some time to reflect on things... in relation to you, and how I approached our partnership. You got to believe me, I swear I wasn't trying to send you a message. I never meant to show you up. Can't we just go back to the way things were... to the good times."
In a quizzical tone, Doozer asks, "The good times... What good times?"
"You know... when we egged people. When we would sit around and make fun of each other for the hours on end. I know what I did was wrong. I know I haven't been the easiest to work with... but we're the Egg Bandits. We make more headlines losing, then most people do winning. I'm worried... I'm scared. I don't want to lose what he have. I failed to see the true value of our friendship, and dang-nab-it, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to rectify previous transgressions."
"Don't worry your COOL little heart, Jiles. You're going to get everything you have coming to you and then some. Everything." Doozer says, smiling from ear to ear as he walks back over to the doorway.
An ecstatic Jiles exclaims, "Sweet! So we're back to being buddies! Let's go egg Zylbert, so we can officially egg and make up."
"Not so fast." Doozer retorts. "You and I... the Egg Bandits... We are at a crossroads. I can't trust you. You're a cheat who does whatever it takes to get himself over. Guys like you spend their whole lives thinking they're better then everybody else."
"I'm not?" Cancer responds with a hint of surprise.
"No... and unfortunately for you, tonight you're going to learn that fact the hard way."
Doozer then exits the locker room, leaving the Cool Champion standing with both titles at his feet.
At least their talking to each other, and that's a step in the right direction.
The lights drop as blue, orange and white lasers begin to flash all over the arena. Fans cry out in surprise at the black-out as 'Through the Fire and Flames' begins to blast through the speakers. A spotlight shines on the curtain as a solitary figure steps through, clothed in the same colors as the lasers flashing vibrantly. He stands there, grinning as he spreads out his arms and lets out a battle cry. Talon makes his way down the ramp, waving and high-fiving fans before entering the ring. He hands his coat off to someone at ringside before raising his arms in the air and taking his place in the ring.
The fans in the arena pipe up as the lights begin to dim and the opening rock riff to Muse's "Yes Please" pours through the sound system. There is an abrupt chorus of jeers and boos as Hostility's patron saint, 'The Mike Effect' Mike Polowy, steps out from behind the curtain and onto the ramp. MPlow flexes a bicep, before slapping himself several times on the chest and pointing towards the ring. Smirking, he takes a cocky, casual stride down to the ring, carefully hopping up the ring steps, ducking under the second rope and sauntering into the ring.
"The way to win this match is by pin or submission. Falls count anywhere and there are no disqualifications. Remember, Mike Polowy's DREAM contract is on the line."
As the bell sounds both men rush each other, tying up hard. Talon quickly puts his knee into Mike Polowy's stomach.
"Talon is a key factor into the future of Mike Polowy in DREAM! He was brought in specifically to beat Mike Polowy. He tends to do that tonight."
Talon grabs Polowy by the back of the head and walks him over, slamming his head into the top turnbuckle. He turns Polowy around, forcing him back first into the turnbuckle.
"Holding the top rope for leverage, Talon now with several shots to Mike Polowy's mid section."
Talon steps back a bit, and comes at Polowy.
"Mike Polowy stops Talon dead in his tracks as he comes forward with an elbow shot to his head."
Talon grabs his head and stumbles around. Mike jumps up to the second rope, facing Talon, then leaps off.
"Double Axe Handle from the second rope by Mike Polowy."
Talon plops back and to the mat. Mike runs and jumps, bringing down a knee.
"Talon moves! Polowy drives his own knee into the mat."
Mike comes half way up and then falls over to the mat holding his knee. Talon rolls away then gets to his hands and knees. Mike nears the ropes and uses it to pull himself up. As he moves away from the ropes, Talon lunges up, grabbing his legs and lifting.
"SPINE BUSTER BY TALON!"
He quickly covers Polowy. The referee drops to count.
"Kick out at two!"
Talon gets up, grabbing Mike Polowy's head and pulling him up as well. Polowy jabs a thumb into his eye.
"Mike Polowy wanting to regain control."
Mike gets up as Talon stumbles back. He runs at The Hero. Talon sees him in time, side steps, and lifts Polowy, sending him into the corner. The fans pop.
"Talon slowly but surely getting an offense going."
Mike bounces off of the corner post and stumbles back, he turns allowing Talon to scoop him up then slam him down. The fans pop again.
"Talon now creating a good offense against Polowy."
Mike Polowy begins to get up, Talon runs at him, lifting his knee.
"Knee to the jaw of Mike Polowy, sending him back to the mat."
Talon waste no time as he lifts the legs of Mike Polowy. He holds them up and looks to the crowd before leaning back and falling to the mat.
"Sling shot! Mike Polowy flies into the corner again."
This time, Mike just crumples to the mat. Talon stands tall looking out to the chanting fans. They want all so bad for him to win, forcing Mike Polowy to sign a life time contract to DREAM.
"Talon pulls Polowy up. He grabs MPlow's arm, Irish Wh.. No, reversal!"
As Talong hits the ropes and returns, Mike lifts him up and over.
"Incredible back body drop by Mike Polowy. You have to hand it to him, Polowy may be an ass, but he is one of the best wrestlers in the business today."
Polowy points to his head as in telling the fans how smart he is.
"Polowy lifts Talon to his feet and hooks his arm around The Hero's neck. he lifts. Polowy displays his strength, holding Talon vertically. There he goes! HUGE SUPLEX!"
Much crowd heat.
"Mike Polowy covers Talon, hooking the leg. The referee drops to count. This may be it."
Talon is somehow able to kick out at two.
"That had to be two and seven tenths there. Amazing!"
Polowy sits up on his knees, anger comes across his face. He reaches down, and with both hands begins to frantically choke Talon. Almost sadistically.
"Totally legal in this match, but highly unethical."
Mike begins to pick up and slam Talon down while choking him, seemingly trying to bash his skull in. The referee tries to pull him off, but it seems that Mike has snapped.
"Mike Polowy appears to want to not only be able to leave DREAM, but end Talon's DWF career early as well."
He finally lets go. Talon lays, holding his throat, trying to gasp for air as Mike Polowy gets to his feet.
"Polowy stomps away at The Hero. It almost seems as if we are witnessing a massacre right before our eyes. I can barely watch."
Forcefully, Mike Polowy yanks Talon to his feet. He grabs his arm and sends him across the ring.
"Irish whip, Talon off of the ropes and on the return. Caught by Polowy, hip tos... no, reversed. Talon is able to toss Polowy over and into a standing arm bar."
He applies pressure as Polowy lets out a scream of pain.
"Talon trying to get back on track. Polowy has taken every opportunity he has had to wear down The Hero since he entered the ring. Talon just needs to find his groove."
Mike is able to push his way up, and roll under Talon's arm, placing his own arm behind him.
"Reversal by Polowy."
Still holding Talon's arm behind him, Mike takes his free arm and wraps it around Talon's neck from behind. He then sweeps The Hero's feet, sending Talon down to the mat.
"Interesting take on the inverted DDT by Mike Polowy, and very effective."
Polowy grabs Talon's head and pulls him up. He hooks both arms under Talons.
"It looks like Polowy may be going for a double under hook..."
Talon is able to stop Polowy from his offense..
"Talon fights it, he test his own strength limitations and lifts, both arms still hooked in with Mike's. Polowy up and over, what an amazing suplex variation for the reversal!"
The entire crowd is on their feet. Talon lays, trying to catch his breath. Polowy joins him by doing the same.
"Incredible match so far! The chemistry is amazing of these two individuals."
Both men begin to push themselves, they must beat the other to their feet. Everyone is on edge, not knowing who will make it.
"Both men up, there they go! Rights and lefts are exchanged. Any man can win it, any man can become victorious at this point! They must push themselves to the limit and back! By the power behind each blow, I can tell, that is what they are doing!"
Talon hits a right so hard that Polowy is turned completely around. Talon takes this as an opportunity to get ahead.
"Talon grabs Mike Polowy's head and runs."
The fans pop as Talon slams Mike's head into the top turnbuckle. Mike bounces back and into Talon's grasp.
"Talon lifts Polowy up and falls back."
Mike's back hits the mat with a force that sends his legs straight up and his whole body over, landing him face down. Talon turns and pushes himself up. He heads to the nearby corner post.
"Talon climbs the post to the top turnbuckle."
Mike Polowy rolls over to his back.
"Elbow drop from the top turnbuckle by Talon!"
Talon waste no time and hooks Mike Polowy's legs. The referee goes for the count.
"THIS COULD BE IT!"
Mike kicks out right before three.
"KICK OUT! What a close call!"
Talon pushes himself to his feet. He stomps Mike Polowy who has turned over to his stomach before stepping back a few steps. Mike begins to get up again, showing he can take almost anything and still stand tall. At least momentarily.
"Talon's foot meets the gut of Polowy as he was trying to get up. He wants to keep him down and end this one."
Polowy holds his stomach as he rolls out of the ring.
"It looks like Polowy is trying to regain composure, by taking a break outside the ring."
Talon rushes the ropes as The Mike Effect moves towards the ring. Polowy reaches in under the ropes, sweeping Talon off of his feet.
"Mike Polowy climbs to the apron, looking in at Talon."
Mike grabs the top rope. He tugs on it a couple times before finally using the ropes to shoot himself up and over. He throws his legs out in mid air.
"MIKE POLOWY GETTING AIR! LEG DROP! That right there folks proves the agility of Mike Polowy!
Mike rolls over and looks out to the crowd then to the corner. He gets up and points at the corner. As he does this he loses some heat as the fans get into it. Polowy walks over and looks to be about to climb the turnbuckle.
"They want Polowy to go up!"
He makes a movement up, then stops. Polowy flips the double bird to the fans and turns back towards Talon, losing any pop he had generated.
"Mike Polowy teasing the fans with what they want. Now viciously stomping Talon."
Mark Zylbert is seen heading from the back.
"General Manager, Mark Zylbert, is on his way down toward the ring."
Polowy catches a glimpse of Zylbert, steps over Talon and heads to the ropes. He leans on them, looking out at Zylbert mouthing off to him.
"Polowy caught off guard by Zylbert's prescience. The general manager is now heading over here."
Mike's eyes follow him. Polowy fails to notice that Talon has gotten to his hands and knees.
"Talon making his way up. He could use this as the opportunity he needs to secure the win!"
Mark walks over and sits beside Jason.
"Mr. Zylbert. How are you sir?"
Mark puts a head set on.
"I'm doing good Jason. I just wanted to come down and watch as Talon makes sure that Mike Polowy is under my control for the rest of his life."
"Do you think that you being down here is too much of a distraction? I mean, Mike Polowy hasn't quit staring at you."
"He needs to take a picture Jason, and then get back to this match. these people paid damn good money to see him pinned in the center of that ring."
Finally, Polowy turns to get back to the match. But it's too late. Talon is up and runs, leaping through the air.
"The Laundry Line! Talon always gets incredible air with that flying clothesline!"
"He needs to go ahead and end this now so I can make that good for nothing Polowy sign his life away. I think the first thing I'm going to do, is make him my personal assistant."
"I thought that's what Travis was Mark."
"Shut up Jason."
"Yes sir. Point taken."
Talon rolls up to his feet. He grabs the top rope and begins to shake it.
"Feel the energy Jason? That's the energy of a winner right there!"
"Talon is an amazing talent, and I am honored to be calling his matches now."
"Of course he's amazing, I only signed the most amazing of HOSTILITY as their ship was sinking."
"Isn't Mike Polowy originally from HOSTILITY? I think he was the first to jump ship, wasn't he?"
"He was smart, saw the trouble brewing and came to where he was officially made into a star. If he'd stayed there, Polowy would have always been under Talon's shadow."
"I beg to differ Mark. Mike Polowy is an awesome talent in his own right."
"Tomato, tamoto Jason."
In the ring Talon whips Polowy across the ring. As he returns, Talon catches him, lifts him u and over.
"Release belly to belly suplex by Talon!"
Polowy hits the mat, and oversells the moves, rolling completely up and over before laying stationary.
"Finish the job Talon!"
"The way it looks Mark, the end isn't far off."
"Are you always trying to be Captain Obvious, Jason?"
Talon pulls Mike to his feet and drags him to the middle of the ring.
"This is it Mark! Talon is going to finish it, I just know it!"
"He better! I'm going to make sure of it!"
Mark pulls the headset off and gets up, moving toward the ring.
"What is he doing?"
Talon places his arm around Mike's neck, and turns him around, setting him up for an inverted DDT.
"Wings of Destiny is on the way! This is going to be it!"
Mike reaches down, obviously farther then one typically does when held in this position, and grabs Talon's leg. He pulls, causing Talon to lose his footing.
"What's going on?"
Talon loosens up his grip enough for Mike to break out of the hold and fall to the mat, he quickly turns over and grabs Talon's leg, sweeping him back first to the mat.
"What is he doing?!"
Mark gets closer and begins yelling. You can faintly make out him saying, Take it home
. Mike gets to his feet, pulling Talon's legs up. he steps in, crosses Talon's legs, and turns him over for a Sharpshooter.
Immediately the referee calls for the bell. Zylbert is obviously screaming, Ring the damn bell!
"Mike Polowy wins! Wait.. I don't understand!"
Mike quickly breaks free from Talon and heads over to the ropes. Talon crawls forward and grabs the ropes. he looks out, unknowings to what has happened. He then uses the ropes to pull himself up.
"Talon doesn't know what just happened! Hell, neither do I!"
Mike quickly exits the ring as Talon stands with his hands on his hips looking down at Zylbert as he meets u with Mike. They hug and Zylbert congratulates him.
"I can't believe my eyes!"
Talon walks over, obviously upset, to the ropes. We can overhear him.
This how you do stuff in DREAM Mark?! Huh?!
Mark and Mike back up the ramp as Talon stands with his hands on his hips.
"This is not how things are done here in DREAM. How can Mark Zylbert and Mike Polowy stoop so low?"
As they stand at the top of the ramp, Mark holds Mike's hand in the air victorious. Suddenly a booming voice is heard.
"CUT THE MUSIC!"
"It's Travis Williams!"
Travis steps out from the back and heads toward Zylbert and Polowy, stopping just feet away, with a microphone in hand.
"That was the biggest load of bull shit and cowardliness I've ever witness and I worked with Stevo!"
Mark holds his hands up as if telling Travis to wait just a moment.
"No, you wait a damn minute Zylbert. I just found the contract Mike Polowy signed right before this match, the life time contract. You set that man up!"
Travis points to Talon.
"They say everyone has his price, but I never figured it'd be you Mike. No matter how much of an asshole you are, you are traditional in this business. What you just did is a complete DISGRACE to the POLOWY FAMILY! Alex is rolling in his grave right now!"
The fans begin to chant.
You screwed Talon! You screwed Talon
and Sell Out, Sell out!
"You hear that Mike? You hear that?! You are a sell out. For what? Six figures? Mark, does Peters know you did this? You have single handily made Mike Polowy the highest paid wrestler in DREAM! And he's lost every match he's had this month!"
Mike rushes Travis, but Mark grabs him, holding him back.
"Do it Mister Effect. Hit me so I can null and void your contract and end your career with more lawyers then you can count. You know wrestlers, after 3, they get lost!"
Mike is really pissed.
"Just like with Cancer Jiles' egging, you are pussing out! Be a man Polowy. Come on!"
Travis points to his own chin.
"Do it Mike!"
By now Talon is up the ramp.
"Let him through!"
Travis steps forward, pushing Polowy to the side, and escorting Talon back up and to the very entrance.
"Wait right here Talon."
Talon stops, emotion covers his face.
"Since Mike is a fulltime ROSTER MEMBER FOR LIFE... I have the same power as this jackass!"
He points to Mark.
"I'll sign, seal, and deliver you Mike in a rematch Talon!"
The crowd pops. Both Zylbert and Polowy scream no.
"And to ensure that this nonsense will not happen again... You'll love this one Mark... I'LL BE THE REFEREE!"
A bigger pop, with more disagreement from Polowy and Zylbert.
"In two weeks, on Slaughter it will be Talon versus Mike Polowy, me as the referee. If Mike Polowy is disqualified, his contract is void!"
The roof shakes with the pop.
"Then Talon gets his six figures!"
A even bigger pop. Talon's face perks up.
"On top of that, Zylbert puts me in charge of Slaughter!"
The level of pop burst out of the sky. Zylbert says No Way.
"Too bad Mark, I have as much power as you, and you know we can't reverse each others decisions or that piece of shit beside you would be escorted out of this building now!"
Talon claps, forgetting almost he got screwed as he knows that what he just heard is amazing.
Travis drops the microphone as his music hits. He raises Talon's hand in victory before they walk to the back. Mike Polowy and Mark Zylbert exchange words, shocked at the turn of events.
Adrien Cochrane is sitting backstage when Doozer walks into the scene.
"Adrien, can I talk to you?"
Cochrane looks up at the DREM Hall of Famer.
"Sure thing Dooze."
Doozer sits down beside him.
"Tonight you go into your biggest DREAM match to date. There is a lot on the line Adrien."
Adrien nods in agreement.
"Back when I first dominated DREAM, I had many amazing pay per view matches like you are about to have. But, don't forget, I too once was a young wrestler who had yet to really make a name for myself. I too sit nervous before a big match. And like you Adrien..."
Adrien looks at him.
"I too went out there and gave it my all, not caring about winning or losing. knowing it doesn't matter in the long run. Knowing that it was my destiny to be apart of something special. That is where you are tonight Adrien. Knock them dead."
Adrien looks at his friend.
Doozer stands up.
"No, thank you. The next generation of DREAM needs a leader like I once was. It's your time."
Doozer walks away. No longer does Adrien seem nervous.
We get a five minute video promo highlighting the participants in the Caged Hell match that is about to begin.
The arena lights dim as the quick guitar intro from "Last One to Die" kicks into full force. Once the third line of the verse echoes from the arena, Adrien Cochrane comes out from behind the curtain with cheers from the fans. He hops to the ring as the chorus blares throughout the arena.
"We got right
You got it wrong
We're still around
Last one to die
We're going up
You're going down
We're still around
Last one to die!"
Adrien slides into the ring as the music fades and the lights return to full brightness.
Blue smoke is highlighted by blue strobe lights.
Music begins playing with the sounds of a violin.
# Why the f*&k you wanna murda me
#Ya punk ass never heard of me
#I did nuthin to ya family
#Still ya wanna kill a young brother randomly
The words from Ice Cube's "Why Me," begin blaring over the sound system. Through the smoke and the lights leaps Christopher Rashad Issac Patterson. The strobe lights accenting his blue tights and the silver RSC racing down his blue boots.
#You wanna take the life God handed me
#Send it back to him, because you ain't a fan of me
#Scary bitch with a gun that ain't a man to me
#That's an animal, a f&^kin cannibal
Christopher does a pose like a body builder flexing every muscle in his body. He's greeted with a chorus of boos from the fans. He smiles and begins making his way down the aisle, with his eyes focused solely on the ring.
#I'm Geronimo and Hannibal with International
#Gangsta pull, I'm a bull in Barcelona
#With a Corona, Youse a fake ass ni^^a
#Where's your owner? I'm a real live man
Christopher reaches the ring and climbs up the steps and makes his way through the second and first rope. He stands in the center of the ring smirking as the music slowly fades.
The opening riff to Throwdown’s "You Can’t Kill Integrity," hit the PA system next as the fans in attendance all went bonkers and begin to chant.
Drago’s gonna kill you! Drago’s gonna kill you!
Murray Monroe stepped out first, screaming out to and pumping up the fans, a few moments later behind him emerged Joe Drago, white towel over his head. With an ice cold stare directed towards the two who already are standing center ring, Joe Drago slowly, purposefully, marched towards the ring area.
Drago’s gonna kill you! Drago’s gonna kill you!
Joe Drago slowly walked up the steel steps onto the ring apron, never taking his eyes off of his opponents.
Joe Drago tore off the white towel from his head and tossed it into the crowd before entering the ring.
"Freya" by the Sword plays over the PA and a blast of pyro goes off, and the crowd erupts into cheers as Kronin rise from the middle of the entryway. Lilly wears the armor of a Valkyrie and Kronin is on a knee in front of her, staring at the floor. Lilly stands up and places a hand on Kronin's shoulder and points towards the ring. Kronin stands and hops up into the air, driving his fist into the ground as a huge explosion of pyro goes off behind him and he makes his way down to the ring, looking around the arena as he makes his way to the ring.
As he slides in "Phase" by Breaking Benjamin begins to play. Ryan Faze steps out, immediately staring at C.R.I.P as he makes his way down the ramp. Faze slides into the ring.
Can’t Stand It, I Know You Planned It
Ima Set It Straight, This Watergate
I Can’t Stand Rockin’ When I’m In Here
‘Cause Your Crystal Ball Ain’t So Crystal Clear
So, While You Sit Back And Wonder Why
I Got This Fucking Thorn In My Side
Oh My God, It’s A Mirage
I’m Tellin’ Y’all It’s Sabotage
Dawn McGill walks down, Singapore Cane in hand, and climbs into the ring.
"So,So,So, So Listen Up ‘Cause You Can’t Say Nothin’
You Shut Me Down With A Push Of Your Button
But yo, I’m Out And I’m Gone
I’ll Tell You Now I Keep It On And On
‘Cause What You See You Might Not Get
And We Can Bet, So Don’t You Get Souped Yet
Scheming On A Thing That’s A Mirage
I’m Tryin’ To Tell You Now It’s Sabotage
The cell begins to lower.
"Oh it's time folks, inter-promotional action heading your way! Six participants, one cell, NO WHERE TO GO!"
In the ring, everyone waits near the ropes. Everyone's eyes, fixated on someone else. For some, there is hate. For some, their nerves begin to hit. The adrenaline fills the ring. It's almost time.
"You have to wonder what is going through everyone's heads right now. We know Ryan Faze is looking for revenge against C.R.I.P for his attack several weeks ago. Then we have Dawn McGill, the only woman in this match. How will the others take to that?"
Adrien Cochrane looks to be saying a prayer in a corner.
"Adrien Cochrane, representing DREAM tonight, is way out of his element. Can he overcome the odds?"
Joe Drago looks at Kronin and sticks his middle finger up, mouthing Defiance Mother Fucker
"Anything can happen in this. The winner gets bragging rights as the man, or woman in this case, to beat in the World Wrestling Alliance. Anyone who can come out victorious in a match like this, I'll take my hat off to."
The cell hits the ground and the crowd goes fucking nuts.
"I do not envy referee Mark Patterson who has the job of trying to regulate this match."
Kronin looks around at the rest of the people in the match.
"Kronin sizing his opponents up as everyone is about the same size wise, except for the six foot six Kronin."
Before the bell can even sound, Ryan Faze waits no longer as he rushes C.R.I.P.
"Faze attacking C.R.I.P, he couldn't wait any longer. He wants his revenge."
The referee yells for the bell to sound.
"This match has officially began!"
Joe Drago targets Kronin, receiving a boot to his stomach by the bigger man upon rushing him. Adrien Cochrane turns to Dawn McGill and mouths I'm not going to hit a woman.
Dawn looks at him and shakes her head before mouthing, I will.
She then kicks him in the gut, following it with an European Uppercut.
"Kronin with a hard chop to the chest of Joe Drago."
Kronin grabs Drago's arm, and pulls him into a short arm clothesline.
"Drago taken down by Kronin. C.R.I.P swept to the mat by Ryan Faze, and placed in an arm bar."
Dawn McGill has Adrien Cochrane in the corner, holding onto the top rope, and kicking him.
"Dawn McGill refuses to fight like a woman as she focuses on Adrien Cochrane."
Kronin lifts Drago up, placing his head between his legs.
"Kronin lifts Drago up."
As it appears Kronin is about to go for a powerbomb, Joe Drag begins punching him in the head.
"Shot after shot, how is Kronin still standing?"
He stumbles back, Drago stops long enough to flip Kronin off, before hitting him one more time. Kronin falls back to the mat, as Joe Drago is slung sideways. As he hits the mat, it appears he may have landed wrong on his knee.
"Drago able to get free from Kronin, but at what price?"
Ryan Faze holds C.R.I.P's arm still in the arm bar, and begins to stomp his ribs.
"Ryan Faze is still recovering from his recent overdose and concussion thanks to the attack from C.R.I.P. Hopefully he is well enough that these events wont have much bearing on this hellacious match. So far, it has shown to just be a motivational tool for Faze as he continues his assault on C.R.I.P. Not only doing the damage he wants, but showing his technical skills as well."
In the corner, Dawn McGill grabs Adrien's head, and turns him around, before bashing it directly into the top turnbuckle.
"Adrien Cochrane meets the top turnbuckle, head first."
She bashes his head into it again.
"McGill still showing that even she wants to earn some bragging rights. Will the 'nice guy' be able to turn the tables and hit a women though?"
Finally, Adrien grabs the top ropes and stops his head from hitting the turnbuckle. He throws an elbow into Dawn's stomach, rolls out under her arm and grabs her by the back of the head.
"Adrien Cohrane has had enough! Cochrane sends McGill face first now into tat turnbuckle!"
He turns here around, grabs her arm and whips her.
"McGill whipped across the ring."
As she runs, Dawn plows right into Ryan Faze's back, who now has C.R.I.P in a sleeper hold. All three tumble to the mat.
"Adrien Cochrane hopping up the corner to the top. He needs to watch his head, as there isn't much room between it and the top of that enclosure!"
Adrien sizes the leap up, but it looks to him to be too far. He looks over at Joe Drago who has used the ropes to pull himself up, and Kronin who grabs Drag in a belly to back hold.
"Cochrane sets his sights and leaps!"
As Adrien jumps forward, Drago rolls out of Kronin's grip.
"Cochrane comes down with a missile drop kick, connecting with Kronin!"
Joe Drago comes up behind Adrien, and grabs his head, then drops to the ground.
"Inverted DDT by DEFIANCE's Joe Drago."
As Dawn McGill, C.R.I.P, and Faze begin to get to their feet, Joe Drago stomps away at Adrien Cochrane. Kronin rolls to the apron and outside the ring between it and the cell.
"Kronin taking a different approach now as he seems to be catching a breather on the outside. This could be smart if he allows his opponents to wear each other down."
C.R.I.P bounces off the ropes and runs at Drago. Joe turns as C.R.I.P leaps.
"Cross body block by C.R.I.P! Joe Drago catches him!"
C.R.I.P kicks his legs, attempting to break free, but Joe Drago has him tight. Drago lifts C.R.I.P up and over his head, stepping forward.
"C.R.I.P crashes down to the mat as Joe Drago continues to control this match!"
Dawn McGill runs at Joe Drago.
"Drago can't be comfortable with being so vicious to a woman as he has his other opponents, can he?"
Joe side steps, grabs the back of Dawn McGill, and continues her momentum, as he uses it to turn her slightly, aim, and throw her over the top rope. McGill's foot catches on the top rope, and she swings down bashing her face into the edge of the ring before falling to a crumpled heap between the ring and cell.
"IS THAT HOW YOU TREAT WOMEN IN DEFIANCE?!"
Joe Drago looks over the ropes and down at McGill, happy with himself as Ryan Faze runs toward him. Drago turns as Faze jumps up.
"Swinging neck breaker by Faze!"
Faze crawls over, draping his arm over Joe Drago. The referee runs to his spot and drops for the count.
"It could be over already!"
Adrien Cochrane is on his hands and knees as he looks up to see the pin. Cochrane gets up, and stomps Faze to break the pin just in time.
"Cochrane somehow with the save. That was two and nine tenths of a count right there!"
Adrien leans over to grab Faze, but Ryan latches on to Cochrane's legs, pulling back, tripping him to the mat. Still holding his legs, Faze stands up.
"Kick to Adrien Cochrane's inner thigh by Faze."
Ryan closes Adrien's legs and pushes them over to the mat as Adrien holds himself.
"Outside the ring, Kronin is up and looking to be ready to get back into this match."
As he head sunder the bottom rope, Faze runs, kicking him in the face.
"Denied by Ryan Faze!"
Kronin grabs his face and steps back and into the cell. Inside the ring, Faze grabs C.R.I.P's head, pulling him to his feet.
"Ryan Faze isn't finished with C.R.I.P yet folks!"
He pulls back and comes forward with a shot to the side of C.R.I.P's head, followed by another.
"C.R.I.P blocks that one and delivers his own!"
Kronin slides under the bottom rope and gets to his feet as C.R.I.P grabs Ryan's arm, and whips him.
"Faze sent right into Kronin's arms!"
Kronin frees one arm, holds his hand up, then jabs it into Faze's mouth.
"MANDIBLE CLAW! Those fingers are now pressing down on nerves inside of Ryan Faze's mouth under his tongue. I'm told that the sensation from this is so painful that the victim is immobilized until they black out!"
C.R.I.P grabs Adrien Cochrane as he pushes himself up to his feet.
"Snap suplex by C.R.I.P."
The referee makes his way back into the ring after checking on Dawn McGill's well-being and rushes over to Kronin.
"WAIT! If Ryan Faze gives up or blacks out and is counted as knocked out, Kronin will win this match right here!"
C.R.I.P realizes this as Whiteside says it and turns his attention to Kronin who has Faze still locked into the claw and on one knee. He runs, bounces off the ropes behind Kronin and leaps up.
"C.R.I.P with the save as he lands a forearm across Kronin's back."
Kronin releases Faze who falls to the mat, and turns towards C.R.I.P.
"C.R.I.P. with a hard punch to the chest of Kronin followed by one to the side of his head."
Kronin blocks another attempt.
"Boot to C.R.I.P's gut."
Kronin turns to the side of C.R.I.P, grabs the back of his head, and violently yanks him to the mat.
"C.R.I.P off his feet and on the mat as Kronin displays his brute strength."
Dawn McGill is up outside the ring, and climbs to the apron. Kronin sees her and runs, smashing into her.
"McGill flies off the apron!"
She crashes into the cell and falls to the floor again.
"Dawn McGill meets that unforgiving steel, sent there by an unforgiving Kronin! The carnage."
Adrien Cochrane is up behind Kronin. Kronin turns sideways, with Adrien turning as well, staying behind him. Finally, Adrien runs and leaps up, placing Kronin in a choke a hold, while wrapping his legs around Kronin's waist.
"ADRIEN COCHRANE TRYING TO CHOKE KRONIN OUT!"
Kronin begins swinging around, trying to free himself from Adrien's grip. Faze uses the ropes to pull himself up.
"Ryan Faze is on his feet. He still seems disoriented, but he is up."
C.R.I.P has rolled to the outside, leaning on the corner of the apron to catch his breath as Joe Drago begins to come around and get up.
"Kronin may be out! The referee is checking him. Cochrane could win it all!"
The referee lifts Kronin's arm, and drops it.
"If his arm falls three times then he is considered knocked out!"
He lifts it, letting it drop a second time. Joe Drago sees what is going on and heads towards them, falling forward and clipping Kronin's legs. Kronin falls to the mat, crushing Adrien Cochrane under him.
"The match is saved by Joe Drago who wants to take this home for DEFIANCE!"
Ryan Faze runs at Drago, but Joe takes him over with an arm drag.
"Both men up. Faze run again. Another arm drag by Joe Drago!"
Faze gets up again. Drago meets him in the middle of the ring. He hammerlocks one of Ryan's arms behind his back and wraps both of his own arms around him. Drago then, lifts his opponent straight up and falls back, dropping the victim on his back and arm.
Ryan Faze rolls out of the ring and to the floor, obviously in pain. C.R.I.P meets him, stomping away.
"C.R.I.P taking advantage of Faze's situation, continuing the punishment began weeks ago."
In the ring, Kronin runs at Joe Drago.
"Drago ducks a clothesline!"
Both men turn. Drago begins right hard closed fist rights.
"Joe Drago laying those punches on as Kronin takes each blow."
Outside, C.R.I.P rakes Ryan Faze's face across the cell, opening up a gash he received from being slammed into it face first.
"It looks like Ryan Faze is busted open at the hands of C.R.I.P."
C.R.I.P forces Faze around, and directs him to, and into the corner post. Faze spins out and falls. As C.R.I.P turns he receives a spinning heel kick to the face by Dawn McGill. The women in the crowd pop like hell.
"Memphis Valley Wrestling's Dawn McGill just laid C.R.I.P out with that deadly spinning heel kick!"
Dawn digs under the ring, pulling a steel chair out.
"Dawn McGill has a steel chair!"
She slides into the ring where Kronin and Joe Drago both turn towards her. She raises the chair and slams it into Joe Drago's head first, laying him out. Dawn spins around and slams the chair into Kronin's face. He stumbles back.
"McGill on the assualt with that chair!"
She slams it into Kronin's face again. He stumbles again. Dawn pulls back and comes forward with an insane amount of force, denting the chair over Kronin's head, sending him to the mat. The women pop again, now with more male pop as well.
"Dawn McGill has cleared house."
She fails to notice Adrien Cochrane getting up behind her. As she holds the chair up and turns, he jumps with a dropkick.
"Cochrane with a dropkick, planting that chair into McGill's face!"
Adrien quickly rolls over, pushes himself up, and runs towards the corner.
"Adrien up the turnbuckle. He wants to fly!"
The cameras flash as Adrien leaps backward, flipping in the air, and landing directly on Kronin. He hooks Kronin's leg as the referee drops to count.
"Adrien Cochrane is going for the big win!"
Ryan Faze slides into the ring, blood soaked head and all.
"Faze falls across the back of Cochrane, stopping the pin."
Ryan rolls over to his back, out of breath but successful in saving the match. As Adrien begins to get up, Faze tries to as well.
"If one of these men can make it to their feet, they could end the match now!"
Faze grabs the ropes and is able to get up first. C.R.I.P is sliding in from the side at the same time. As he steps towards Adrien, Cochrane lunges up grabbing his neck and falling down.
"ADRIEN CUTTER OUT OF NOWHERE!"
The fans pop and Cochrane gets to his feet, just to be grabbed by C.R.I.P, who whips him across the ring.
"C.R.I.P off the ropes sideways from where he whipped Adrien. He returns, throwing up that big boot and catching Adrien in the head, DRIVE BY!"
Cochrane hits the mat. Behind him, Kronin has gotten up.
"C.R.I.P turns, Kronin is waiting behind him! Boot to C.R.I.P's mid section!"
Kronin sets C.R.I.P up for what may be a power bomb, but instead he performs a sunset flip, flipping C.R.I.P over in to a pile driver.
"DEATH BY METAL! MY GOD!"
Kronin stands over his victim and makes the sign that he's about to end it, by motioning his thumb across his throat.
"THIS IS IT! IT HAS TO BE! EVERYONE IS OUT!"
Joe Drago rolls over and pushes up to his hands and knees. The crowd just plain gets excited as someone is moving.
"DEFIANCE'S JOE DRAGO IS GETTING TO HIS FEET!"
Kronin realizes something is amiss and turns as Drago gets up. Drago leaps froward with a back elbow to Kronin's face.
"Kronin stumbles back."
Joe leans forward, grabbing Kronin's arm, and with a fireman's carry, puts him over his shoulders and to the mat. The fans go nuts.
"Drago instantly dropping a knee to the chest of Kronin."
Dawn McGill has gotten up behind him.
"McGill is up! McGill is up! Joe Drago turns, McGill runs."
Joe meets her with a boot to the gut. He grabs her arms, hooking under both, then with one swift move, suplexes her, on top of Kronin.
"Double underarm DDT on top of Kronin!"
Joe gets up, but quickly drops an elbow to McGill then goes for a cover, pinning both McGill and Kronin. The referee drops for the count.
"Is it over? Is it?!"
He hits three.
"IT IS! JOE DRAGO WINS! JOE DRAGO WINS!"
"You Can't Kill Integrity" by Throwdown begins to play and Drago is helped up by the referee to his feet.
"Ladies and gentlemen, that man right there has just earned the first official bragging rights of the World Wrestling Alliance for 2o1o. He defeated five others, inside that steel cell to become the last man standing. Eric Dane will never let this down."
The cell begins to raise as the referee holds Drago's arm high in the sky. High in victory. He has done it. DEFIANCE has proven to be on top tonight.
We get the first video package that has the events leading into Scrambled Dreams again. We see the men in charge talk about putting asses in seats. We see Them buttering The eGG Bandits up. We even see the tension grow between The Bandits. When the package ends, it ends with the Terminal Cancer that shocked the world. The one that connected with Doozer.
We are seconds away from the start of the Scrambled Dreams, main event match-up. This epic showdown with more on the line then Championship Titles... Between the two 'O-G' Bandits will surely make headline news across the wrestling galaxy. Maybe even Dr. Phil. The Dreamaholics in attendance will be in for quite the succulent treat when Doozer and Cancer compete against each other for the first time, ever. Lot's of firsts for the dastardly Bandits as of late. I assure you, that has not been a good thing. As some might have the prowess to think otherwise.
The COOL Champion is seen jumping around the staging area, trying to physce himself up before heading down to the ring. The calm before the storm, if you will. Usually, a moment Cancer loathes. But, instead of trying to figure out a humiliating way to pin the greatest superstar Dream has ever known... He's pondering ways to get back in his good graces. Hopefully he's learned that cheating, and ruthless cunning aren't the only ways to put out the five alarm blaze(which he started), currently engulfing The Egg Bandits Bridge.
Rubbing his hands together, Cancer thinks to himself, "Trust he says... I know what I must do. I know how to fix this." That brain of his must have entered overdrive. If he knows what to do... well then good for him, and good for Dream. Yes, I say, long live the Egg Bandits. Keep your fingers crossed that Mr. Cool can pull off the ultimate doppelganger... Lord knows he's certainly COOL enough.
Bad to the Bone hits the PA system, signaling it's time to start the COOL show. Before Cancer can take center stage, someone grabs him from behind, spinning him quickly around. Ready to strike, CJ raises his fist, but holds back. He lifts the customary COOL shades from his eyes, and with a look of disbelief, astonishingly inquires, "You... What are you doing here?"
"Good luck." The faceless voice says, almost as if he were forcing the words to come out.
Cancer smirks, and then winks. The smirk, because he has seen an 'old' friend. The wink, because he is COOL like that. He turns back around and before walking through the curtain and out to the thousands of crazed fans, quips. "I'm too COOL to be lucky...but all the same to you. Do me a favor, take it easy on me out there, okay."
Maybe there is hope for Dream and the Egg Bandits yet.
Cancer walks out through the curtain, teasing the fans who are on their feet going absolutely nuts. Before proceeding any further upon his final approach, Mr. Cool quickly dashes back into the staging area. Grabbing his 'old' buddy by the wrist, he quickly remarks one last time before ducking back through the curtain.
Guess it's time to find out.
"What a main event this will be, my God! We have the original eGG Bandits, Cancer Jiles and Doozer, facing each other. It will be champion versus champion, title for title, only one man can leave tonight with gold! Now, coming to the ring, from Philadelphia Pennsylvania, Mr. Cool.... Cancer Jiles!"
George Thorogood's "Bad to the Bone" begins to play. The fans begin to cheer. Cancer Jiles pops through the curtain, the 'COOL Championship' themed 'You Call It' Championship around his waist. He throws his arms out, and spins before jogging half way down the ramp where he stops.
Cancer looks to the left, then to the right. He tips his sun glasses down then pulls them off. Cancer walks over to the barrier, where the fans are going nuts, trying to touch him. He places the glasses on a small child's head before mouthing 'Stay Cool'
and continuing down the ramp.
"Mr. Cool Cancer Jiles being the showman that he is, even with the obstacle ahead."
Cancer walks up the steps and across the apron. He turns to look out to the crowd. Cancer unhooks his title, and raises it high above him as the cameras flash. He then bends down, entering the ring under the top rope. Jiles hands the belt to the referee, then runs, climbing up the nearby turnbuckle where he throws his arms out for the fans again. His music fades out and the lights go to normal.
"Cancer Jiles folks, the 'You Call It' Champion. Tonight's match will not be under 'COOL' rules, and will be a standard match that must end in pin fall or submission. It has been ruled that count outs and disqualifications will
result in a title change. That's right folks, neither man can purposely lose this match!"
Doozer emerges from the entrance way as bold voice blares through the arena, singing "When you walked, through the door, it was clear to me... You're the one they adore, who they came to see..." as a remixed version of Eminem's 'We Made You' plays through the sound system. The pop from the crowd quickly swamps the words of the song as Doozer stops at the top of the ramp. Above him, the words "The Man" flash across the mega-screen as the fans scream, "The Man!". Then, even louder, they bellow, "The Myth!" right as the screen reads so. Lastly, "The Legend" echoes through the arena when those pair replace the last on screen.
Doozer, smiling at his fans all around the arena, nods his head under that trademark, official Boston cap he always wears backwards. Elbows at each side, he bends his arms up so his hands come up on both sides of the Superman logo on his t-shirt. Looking like a basketball star after scoring a clutch basket, he pinches his Superman t-shirt and pulls it out from his body, showing off the logo. As he emphatically lets go of the shirt red, blue and gold fireworks blast off the ramp to his sides. The fans start,
DOO-ZER. DOO-ZER. DOO-ZER.
The wrestling star struts down to the ring, swerving between both sides of the ramp to catch the hands of his fans. He encircles the entire ring, connecting with as many hands as he can. Doozer then rolls into the ring and is quickly up to his feet. He climbs one of the turnbuckles. He pinches his shirts again, showing the Superman logo to his fans who pop back with a huge cheer. He jumps off and walks to the turnbuckle diagonal to him. He does the same to another large pop from the crowd.
"This match has Match of the Century
written all over it if these two give their all. Being partners, they know each other better then anyone else. Folks, this is a pay per view quality main event for sure!"
As the music fades out and the lights go normal, both Cancer and Doozer stand face to face. They talk briefly, and it can be seen that even though they are friends and partners, they are about to have one hell of a match.
"I never thought I'd see this, Cancer Jiles taking on Doozer. Amazing."
The bell sounds. They touch fist and step back. Both loosening up, and getting ready for the match.
"Looks like they are ready to go."
Both men move in and circle before tying up. Doozer uses his size advantage to immediately push Cancer Jiles back, before grabbing his arm and whipping him across the ring.
"Jiles heading towards the corner."
Doozer runs behind him. Cancer grabs the top rope, and leaps up. Doozer smashes shoulder first into the turnbuckle as Cancer lands on his feet behind him.
"That agility by Jiles!"
Doozer grabs his shoulder, obviously in intense pain, as Cancer leaps up with a drop kick to his back, sending The Dooze into the corner.
"Cancer has the advantage early on, especially with it appearing Doozer may have hurt his shoulder in the first few moments of the match!"
Cancer rushes, climbing up the ropes behind Doozer, straddling him. He begins to punch the top of Doozer's head from behind.
"Cancer Jiles is on top of Doozer, and on top of the world right now as he continues to lead this match!"
After a few strikes, Cancer climbs up from the middle rope to the top. He steadies himself before falling to a sitting position, wrapping his legs around Doozer's head. Jiles leans back, and with the momentum flips Doozer over and to the mat face first. the fans can't help but go nuts.
"Inverted Hurricaranna by Jiles. What an outstanding move!"
The crowd begin clapping.
"Our fans agree with the action so far here in this main event championship match."
Doozer rolls over, holding his shoulder as Cancer gets to his feet. Jiles steps back, and stomps his foot. Signaling that it's almost time for his patented super kick.
"If Cancer Jiles hits that Terminal Cancer it will be over for Doozer, relatively early here at Scrambled Dreams!"
Doozer rolls over and gets to his knees, leaning forward, still holding his shoulder. Behind him, Cancer can be seen itching, ready to launch. He flings his arms, tauntingly, waiting for Doozer to get up.
"Jiles wants it, he wants to leave his mark right here, tonight."
Doozer gets up to his feet. He still holds his shoulder. He then turns. As he does, Cancer shoots forward.
Doozer side steps, allowing Cancer to go past him. As Cancer's leg goes past Doozer's face, he throws his arm out, catching Jiles.
As Cancer falls tot he mat, Doozer stumbles a few feet forward, and falls to his knees. He grabs his shoulder again.
"Doozer is favoring that shoulder, I think it could really be hurt."
Doozer Uses his unhurt shoulder to pull himself up on the ropes. He turns, walking over to Cancer.
"Doozer, with his free arm, bends down and lifts Jiles up by the head."
Still holding his other arm close to his chest, he pulls back, chopping Cancer across the chest.
"Another hard chop."
The fans winch in unison with each additional chop. Dooze grabs the back of Cancer's head, and pulls him into his knee.
"Even with an injury, The Superman pushing through the pain to give the fans what they came to see."
The Dooze then hits a quick DDT.
"Simple, yet effective with that DDT."
The fans cheer the action as Doozer sits up. He moves his injured arm in a circle, holding the the upper corner of his shoulder. He then gets to his feet, still moving it.
"It looks like Doozer is set on fighting through the pain as he confirms that he still has use of that arm."
Doozer looks down at Cancer, then runs his way. He leaps up in the air, throwing both legs out.
"Double leg drop by the DWF DREAM Champion!"
The fans pop.
"This folks, is entertainment."
As Doozer gets to his feet, he pulls one of Cancer's legs up with him.
"Doozer going stepping in."
Cancer uses his free leg to kick The Dooze back. As Doozer stumbles back a few steps, Cancer Jiles is able to roll over and push himself to his feet. Doozer regains his composure and takes a step towards Cancer who jumps.
"Standing drop kick by Cancer Jiles! Where did he find the energy?!"
The fans go absolutely bonkers. Cancer scoots over and uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. As he leans on the top rope he looks out to the crowd.
"Jiles is a man full of surprises. He could be the one going home a champion tonight!"
Doozer pushes halfway up, looks up at Cancer, then hits the mat with his fist. He then continues to his feet.
"I don't think Doozer really thought his partner had this in him, but Cancer Jiles is showing that he can hang with the old school tonight!"
Doozer begins toward Cancer, who steps off the ropes and meets Doozer half way.
"Cancer Jiles now with a knife edge chop followed by another, and another. He grabs The Dooze's arm, whips him across the.. no, Doozer reverses. Cancer Jiles off the ropes."
Doozer bends over to catch Cancer, but Jiles leaps over him, pulling The Dooze down.
Cancer holds Doozer down, who begins to frantically kick his legs before being able to break away.
"Only a one count. Cancer Jiles almost had that one."
The crowd continues to go crazy. As Cancer gets to his feet, he once again pulls Doozer to his.
"Jiles with a big right hand, followed by another. However, Doozer blocks this one and returns fire with his own. Doozer scoops Cancer up, Jiles slides behind him, landing on his feet!"
Cancer pushes Doozer who falls a few steps forward, stopping at the ropes. As he turns around, Cancer runs at him.
"Doozer moves, pulling the top rope down."
Cancer goes over the top rope, catching it as he goes over. Doozer smirks and points two thumbs to himself at the crowd as Cancer uses his strength to flip back over the ropes and into the ring.
"Doozer turns, Cancer Jiles showing off his agility with yet another standing drop kick!"
Cancer leans over, picking up Doozer's legs. He stomps his inner thigh before looking out to the fans.
"Jiles about to go for something."
He leans back, falling to the mat.
"Slingshot. Doozer flies into the nearby corner post."
As he hits, he bounces back and stumbles around. Cancer Jiles sets up behind him, almost stalking the DWF DREAM Champion.
"Doozer turns, Jiles lunges forward and leaps with a swinging neck breaker!"
He quickly goes to cover Doozer again, however this time the referee stops before his hand hits the mat for a one count.
"Doozer is somehow able to put his leg up on the bottom rope. His resilience is like none other."
Jiles gets to his knees, then up to his feet.
"Quick and stomps by 'Mr. Cool' Cancer Jiles."
Cancer yanks Doozer to his feet, and quickly guides his head into the nearby top turnbuckle. He doesn't let go. With his free hand he points to the corner post on the opposite side and walks Doozer over to it, slamming his head into that turnbuckle as well before turning him around and shoving him into the post back first.
"Cancer Jiles using the top ropes for leverage as he stomps repeatedly into the mid section of Doozer."
Doozer falls to a semi-sitting position in the corner as Cancer continues to stomp. He walks to the middle of the ring and points at Doozer as he looks out to the crowd.
"Cancer Jiles runs."
Doozer quickly grabs the ropes, pulling himself up and side steps as Cancer comes crashing through with a boot up. His leg wraps into the post before he falls back hitting the mat.
"Maybe the opportunity that Doozer needed to turn this match around."
Cancer Jiles holds himself in pain as Doozer steps over him and climbs to the second rope. He holds onto the top rope, using it to launch himself up, before coming down with a knee drop. Cancer rolls out of the way and Doozer collides with the mat, rolling forwards and clutching his knee. Cancer remains on his hands and knees for a moment before using the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Jiles looks at Doozer and shakes his head, before lumbering forwards and pulling his opponent to his feet.
"The match is continuing... Both Cancer Jiles and Doozer showing amazing resiliency here!"
Cancer pushes Doozer back.
"Cancer needing to get back into this before it's too late."
Jiles hits a right, then a left. He swiftly kicks Doozer's legs, dropping him to one knee.
"Cancer Jiles on the come back! Can he do it? Can he beat Doozer?!"
Cancer grabs Doozer's head and lifts him up.
"Doozer with a quick heel stomp to Cancer's foot! It's The Doozer!"
Cancer leans over, Doozer under hooks both of his arms.
"HE'S GOING FOR THE ABUSER!"
Doozer lifts Cancer for a lifting implant DDT, But Jiles is somehow able to throw his legs in front of him, and with the momentum that causes, Doozer is flipped over Cancer and to his back. The arena goes absolutely bonkers.
"I HAVE NEVER SEEN THAT COUNTERED BEFORE! EVER!"
Doozer grabs his back and sells it, but rolls over and begins to get up. Cancer uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, where he leans on the top rope, breathing heavy.
"Doozer to his feet. He runs at Cancer Jiles with a clothesline. Jiles ducks. They both turn, TERMINAL CANCER!"
Doozer flings his arms out and falls to the mat for the most graceful super kick landing ever. The roof blows off. Cancer Jiles covers his partner. He covers his friend. He doesn't forget to hook the leg.
"HE COULD DO IT!"
The referee's hand hits one.
"MY GOD! WE COULD HAVE A WINNER!"
His hand hits for the two. The crowd counts along.
The referee's hand hits the mat for the third time as Cancer Jiles pins Doozer in the middle of the ring.
"WINS! CANCER JILES WINS! CANCER WINS!"
The bell sounds and the noise of the capacity crowd is a roar unheard of.
"Cancer Jiles has defeated DREAM Hall of Fame member, Doozer. His fellow eGG Bandit, here in Orlando on January 31st, 2o1o."
"Bad to the Bone" begins to play as the referee helps Cancer to his feet. Jiles is handed both titles.
"Cancer Jiles is full of emotion. It is like watching a child get everything he wished for on Christmas, plus some."
Cancer runs to the nearby corner, and up to the top. He holds both belts out to the fans as the cameras flash. Confetti and balloons begin to fall. Pyrotechnics shoot from the stage and down the ramp area, then from the three post Cancer is not standing at.
"That's right 'Mr. Cool', celebrate. It is your
As the smoke clears, Cancer jumps back down to the mat. He walks over to where Doozer is getting up. He puts his hand out. Doozer looks up at his partner, at his friend, and grabs his hand. Cancer pulls him to his feet and they stand, eye to eye.
"Doozer just lost his DREAM Championship to his partner after receiving another Terminal Cancer, one can only guess at the emotions he is feeling right now."
Doozer snarls, then he grabs Cancer's arm, and lifts it. The arena pops.
"Doozer holding the arm of his friend in victory!"
Doozer turns them around, making sure every angle gets to see him hold Cancer's arm up. After they make the circle, Doozer lets Cancer's arm go and they embrace.
"It's truly a passing of the torch tonight!"
Cancer has a mic thrown to him. He lets the noise calm down before raising it to his mouth.
"Dooze... I want you to know something... our friendship means more than a Championship title... Here I want you to have these."
He holds the titles out. Doozer reaches, but past them, and grabs the microphone.
"No Cancer, these are yours to chose from. You've earned them. You are the DREAM Champion."
The crowd explodes. Cancer takes the microphone.
"I can never be the DREAM Champion that you can be Dooze. No, I am a 'COOL' Champion by heart. I could never wear your belt. That's why I choose to vacate the DWF DREAM Championship."
The crowd goes insane.
"Did he just vacate the top championship in DREAM?!"
Cancer hands the DREAM Championship to the referee. He then places the 'COOL' Championship around his waist. Doozer goes behind him, and clicks the buttons together to keep it on him.
"What a night, what an epic way to finish the pay per view. I'm Jason Whiteside thanking each and everyone of you for bringing us into your homes tonight. We will see you Wednesday night on Slaughter. Good night!"
The camera zooms in on Doozer holding Cancer's arm high in the sky. High in victory. The screen fades to black.