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DREAM WRESTLING: GLORY PPV 7/26/2009

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Glory 2009

26 Jul 2009

Frank Erwin Center, Austin, Texas (seats 16,755)

In Memory Of Myles Jake

As the DWF introduction with logo fades from the screen, the crowd has packed the Frank Erwin Center in Austin, Texas. The energy from the crowd is incredible as they prep for a huge night that will go down as a Historic one for Dream Wrestling's legacy. The lights dim slowly as a the Dream-Screen shows an image of Myles Jake - a classic shot of him with his arm raised in victory after defeating Lupin Cy. Below the image the words read,
 

In Memory of Myles Jake
1969-2009


The once loud crowd are silent now, as the image fades slowly with a short video montage of Myles Jake in the ring at various promotions.

Voice Over: Dream Wrestling Federation, its staff, wrestlers and executives, will complete this Card in memory of Myles Jake. Friend, peer and mentor to many. Myles Jake loved this business, and even though he was with us for a short time - he has made a lasting impact. In memory of Myles Jake, each wrestler will wear a band around their arm with the letters "MJ".

Voice Over: Myles Jake, you will be missed. Rest in peace, friend.

The lights slowly come back on in the Erwin Center and a spotlight shines on one of the luxury boxes where Kiersten Jake sits with a tear coming down her cheek, waving to the crowd who are applauding in respect to the widow. The crowd all stands to their feet, continue to applaud as Kiersten Jake then stands and waves to the fans in Austin, Texas.

"The wife of Myles Jake, Kiersten, is here as VIP guest to take in the show that we will complete in honor of her husband who passed away last week."

Kiersten nods and smiles the best she can to the crowd, and sits back down. The image of Myles Jake fades from the screen, and an announcer stands in the center of the ring.

Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Glory! Tonight the first return tour for Dream Wrestling Federation comes to a climax! Areee yooouuu readyy? I said AARREEE YOOOUUUU RRRRREEEADDDY!!!"

Casey Pierro-Zabotel versus Marty Menace

"Welcome again, to Dream Wrestling Federation presents Glory 2009. We have a jam packed show tonight featuring many new comers to the company. In action tonight you'll see such stars as Casey Pierro-Zabotel, Level-One, Mike Polowy, T$Money, and hopefully Dream Wrestling Federation Legend Doozer."

Marty Menace ran to the ring shortly after the opening match referee had traveled the same path.

"In our opening match tonight we have already in the ring Marty Menance and his opponent is set to be . . ."

CPZ's theme song "Underground by GOB" begins to play over the speaker system as the lights in the arena begin to darken. A lone spotlight shines on the entrance ramp as CPZ emerges from the curtains. He looks at the audience in disgust and begins to slowly make his way down the aisle with the lights slowly coming back on. He does not let the fans insults or boos get to him as he keeps a deep, dark cold stare directed at the ring as he enters the ring.

"The referee has called for the bell and these two tie-up in the center of the ring."

Pierro-Zabotel easily backs up Menace into the ropes and then delivers a few hard chops.

"No problem for Casey there as he has nearly six inches on the much smaller Marty Menace."

Pierro-Zabotel whips Menace of the ropes and throws a clothesline. Menace ducks the clothes line and hits the ropes again.

"Headscissors! One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven rotations around the head and body of Pierro Zabotel, that was just AMAZING!"

The impressive Lucha Libre inspired move barely fazed Pierro-Zabotel though as he climbed right back to his feet. Menace nails a drop kick directly to the knees of Pierro-Zabotel sending him right back face first onto the mat.

"For being a man of such small stature, Marty Menace sure kicks hard!"

Pierro-Zabotel covered his head as much as he possibly could, but Menace just continued to tee off with kicks.

"Marty witht he cover, one . . . two . . . KICK OUT!"

Pierro-Zabotel kicked out of the pin attempt promptly as the referee landed the second count. Menace comes charging off the ropes with a clothesline, Pierro-Zabotel lifts straight through it, spinning space torando ogawa (or s-t-o as most know it!)

"Casey with the cover, one . . . two . . . KICK OUT!"

Menace manages to escape defeat but Pierro-Zabotel is right back on the attack. Pierro-Zabotel lifts Menace to his feet and whips him into the corner hard. Menace staggers out and gets floored with a Belly-To-Belly suplex.

"Casey again for the pin attempt, one . . . two . . . KICK OUT!"

Pierro-Zabotel lifts Menace to his feet, using nothing but his hear as the referee gives him a stern warning things like that will not fly inside of his ring. Pierro-Zabotel tucks Menaces' head under his arm, double underhook suplex!

"That one just shook the ring! Casey isn't done either, the float over, arm bar!"

Menace and the referee go through the motions as Menace refuses to give up and looks towards the fans for support. Pierro-Zabotel pulles harder at the wrist, putting more pressure on the elbow of Menace as he presses his hips into the arena lights.

"I think Martyis giving up, I think Menace is giving up!"

The referee in charge of the action lifts Menaces' hand into the air and watches it fall to the canvas before shouting "One!" towards the crowd. He does the same thing a second time then screams, "Two!"

"His hand is up a third time and the referee lets it go. This ones over, this ones over! No . . . no . . . Marty is thriving off of the support of the crowd."

Menaces' hand shot in the air as the crowd cheered and screamed as loud as they could. Menace sent three stiff elbows into the rib cage of Pierro-Zabotel before taking off towards the ropes.

"No! Casey with a handful of hair and Marty just got his head bounced off the mat."

Pierro-Zabotel dashed the hopes and dreams of the fans, as he proceeded to kick at the shoulder of Menace. Pierro-Zabotel lifts Menace to his feet then onto his shoulder, before driving him down across his knee.

"Shoulder breaker from Casey, ala New Japan Pro Wrestling and World Championship Wrestling great Scott 'Flash' Norton."

Pierro-Zabotel lifts Menace to his feet figuring he's not quite done extracting damage to his opponent. Pierro-Zabotel goes behind Menace and nails a german suplex.

"Casey bridges for the pin, the referee is down for the count, one . . . two . . . KICKOUT!"

Pierro-Zabotel scoffs at the referees' count and then pulls Menace to his feet. Pierro-Zabotel grapples for the waist of Menace, nailing a gutwrench suplex.

"Casey tries for another pin, one . . . two . . . three!"

The bell begins to sound.

"Some how, finally, CPZ pulled off the victory."

His music hits as the referee holds his hand high.

Protests and Prostitutes?

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is what took place earlier this evening as Owen Manton arrived into the arena here in Austin, Texas."

Earlier today is stamped on the screen, as outside of the arena is a group of people from Austin, Texas. A wide range of age, race, and style are grouped together carrying multiple signs and pacing in circles. One sign reads "Manton Must Be Jailed!", and another reads "Purify Society of the Puritan!". A car arrives in front of the crowd, a simply compact car with Hertz rental tag on the bumper. From the driver's seat steps, Owen Manton, dressed in his street clothes with a t-shirt and jeans. Manton looks at the group of people confused, and paces to the back of his car to grab his gear from the trunk. The protesters all begin to swarm the car, and the police that were on standby are now active trying to keep them back.

Owen Manton: "What the Hell is this?"

Protester: "You deserve to be in Jail!"

Owen Manton: "Oh really...?"

Protester: "Yes! You murderer!"

Owen Manton: "Rrriightt..."

Manton throws his bag over his shoulder and opens the passenger door, where a girl steps from the car. We learned earlier that this is Kimberley, a fan favorite of Manton's and now a close? friend. Kimberley is dressed in a very short leather skirt, blouse and high heels. Manton walks with her through the crowd via police escort.

Protester 2: "Whose the whore, Manton?"

Owen stops in his tracks and takes a few teps closer to the outspoken protester.

Owen Manton: "Excuse me?"

Protester 2: "You get a prositute as a pre-match ritual"

Owen Manton: "F**ck you, Polowy lover."

Manton pushes the protester, wearing a Mike Polowy shirt, backwards and this sparks outrage. Police swarm around Manton for protection as people begin to push in on the "Puritan". Manton, with Kimberley, gets through the crowd and begins the head for the arena before stopping and looking back at the crowd.

Owen Manton: "You should be protesting that DWF actually charges tickets to see their shit. And that Level-One, the most unworthy Champion in this business, actually holds a title."

Manton turns and enters the arena, with Kimberley and out of site.

Malcolm Dred-King versus Michael Dame

As the fans patiently awaited the next contest of to nights Dream Wrestling Federation present "Glory" event, Malcom Dred-King stood in the center of the ring waiting on his opponent. "One" by Metallica began to play over the Public Announce System speakers as Dream Wrestling Federation legend Michael Dame came sprinting towards the ring.

"Michael has one loss since his return to action here in Dream Wrestling Federation, and tonight he's up against newcomer Malcom Dred-King."

The referee called for the bell as Dame attempted to get in some quick offense with a series of strikes, each blocked then countered by Dred-King. Dame staggered back into the ropes as Dred-King came charging forward with a clothesline that took both men over the top rope and tumbling to the floor.

"Both Michael and Malcom just smacked into the cement floor, as it looks like this one could end relatively quickly here."

The referee in charge of the action began his ten count, as neither man seemed to move an inch. The fans in the building stood to their feet cheering on each man, Dred-King being the first to rise up.

"Malcom slides in the ring at the count of seven and it looks like Michael is going to make it by a hair!"

Dred-King immediately went on the offensive, hitting a huge spinebuster on Dame as he came slowly staggering foward. Dred-King went for the pin fall.

"It's obvious that Michael doesn't have his wits about him just yet, and Malcom is trying to capitalize. One . . . Two . . . KICKOUT!"

With about one tenth of a second left Dame managed to kick out, but Dred-King would not give up a single inch as he was right back on the attack. Dred-King lifted Dame to his feet and then spun him backwards.

"BACKSTABBER! Malcom with another pin attempt, one . . . two . . . KICKOUT!"

Dred-King sensed that there wasn't much left of his opponent, as he lifted him to his feet once more and positioned him for a piledriver.

"Throw:BLACK!! Malcom with the pin, one . . . two . . . THREE!"

Dred-King leapt to his feet as the referee raised his arm high in the air. The ring announcer gave the official word that Maclom Dred-King had won by pinfall.

"And just like that Maclom Dred-King picks up his first victory here in Dream Wrestling Federation, over a legend in the company no less."

Where's Doozer?

A shining, black stretched limo, on the big screen, is seen pulling up to the arena. Whoever it is, Mark Zylbert has been waiting. Zylbert stops pacing. He stands tall, his hands holding each other in front of his waist, with his chest puffed out. He lifts his chin in the air as the limo driver walks back to let the passenger out.

"Tell me it's not just you." An air of concern surrounds Mark.

"How's it going Big Shit's lil broseph? That's it. You can be Lil Shit from now on. Yes!"

It's Doozer's self-proclaimed manager, The Dude. He pumps his right fist, feeling victorious by finding the nickname. The Dude makes his way up to Zylbert, holding out his right hand. Mark doesn't receive it.

"Where is Doozer?"

The Dude's blank eyes don't answer Zylbert, to say the least.

"I knew I had that feeling."

Mark's eyes light up for a second. A half-grin forms on his face.

"You mean... Doozer isn't?" Zylbert realizes his excitement level is increasing a little too quickly. He fixes his tie and continues more calmly, "You, uh, had a feeling that he was going to no show?"

Looking surprised, The Dude shakes his head and replies,

"No, man. I had that feeling like I forgot something when the limo driver came to pick up me and The Dooze."

"-No."

The excitement is getting hard for Mark to fight. He might be able to give Doozer a loss. Now he wouldn't have to get a birthday present for his older brother, The Big Shot. A loss to an old rival, especially with the level of animosity he held for Doozer, would make him happier than anything money could buy.

"I messed up big this time.. We were just in such a hurry. Dooze was pushing me to get ready fast all day. So when the limo got here, I hopped right in... And started pushing the driver... I mean, we were in a hurry, right?"

Was The Dude really expecting empathy from Mark Zylbert? If there was anyone that Zylbert might hate more than Doozer, it was his lupey manager. Mark, seeing an opportunity, covers his true feelings for The Dude,

"Dude.." Zylbert puts his hand on The Dude's shoulder. "He puts too much pressure on you."

"Y-You think so?" The Dude doesn't know exactly how to act at the moment. He was expecting to get barked at for forgetting the Dream Wrestling Hall of Famer.

"Oh, definitely. You need to relax. Why not come with me to my office? Food, drink, television... Everything and anything you want, my friend."

By this time, Zylbert has his entire arm across The Dude's shoulders. Mark starts walking him into the arena. The Dude, in a dream-state thinking about all the food he'd love to be eating, snaps out of the fantasy Mark has put him in.

"What about Doo-"

"Don't worry about Doozer, for once. I'll send my personal limo driver back to get him. Let's just get you comfortable, huh? What do you like? Steak? Seafood? Maybe mix it up? A little surf 'n' turf? How's that sound?"

"Man... I've been gone from this stuff for way too long... We can surf in the arena now? I swear I was just messin' around when I proposed that idea, back in the day."

The Dude's stupidity catches Zylbert off guard. You really have to be ready for it. After a second, he realizes that The Dude didn't know what he meant by 'surf 'n' turf'. He laughs in an attempt to to flaughter The Dude,

"Yes, Dude... We'll go to the surfing room another week, though... Let me show you my office. Tonight, you can call it home, my friend."

Mark leads The Dude into the arena. He's wearing an evil grin on his face.

T-Money versus Doozer

The camera moves to the top of the stage. 'Stay Wide Awake' by Eminem starts to play. T-Money steps out. He raises both arms before throwing them down and continues to the ring as Whiteside comments on his recent match. He slides in and leaps to his feet. Quickly T-Money runs to a turnbuckle and raises and arm to the fans before jumping down and running across to the opposite post, doing the same thing. His music fades out and the lights return to normal.

Doozer emerges from the entranceway 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.

"Here we go, for weeks Doozer has had his return teased, and tonight folks we finally have it upon us!"

Doozer and T-Money stand ready as the bell sounds.

"Doozer challenges T-Money to the test of strength, and T-Money accepts."

Both men clasp their hands together and begin to attempt to over power each other.

"T-Money struggles a bit but breaks to hold with a kick to Doozer's mid section."

Doozer catches himself and charges T-Money, who takes him down with a drop toe hold.

"T-Money quickly attaches the cross face with arm bar. He knows he must put Doozer out for good, so he'll need to use anything he can."

Doozer reaches for the bottom rope and grabs it.

"T-Money unwillingly releases Doozer from the cross face, maneuvers to his feet. I think he did it out of habit, as in this match anything is legal. He quickly begins to stomp the Ranger."

Doozer uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, as T-Money waits, itching to attack. Once up, Doozer turns to see T-Money charge him.

"Doozer catches T-Money in a belly to belly position. Suplex! That was executed perfectly."

Doozer quickly pulls T-Money to his feet. He hooks him in belly to back.

"Suplex! Doozer holds on, pushes himself up with T-Money still hooked in, ANOTHER! He still holds tight."

Doozer delivers a third belly to back suplex on T-Money, this time releasing him as he falls back. The crowd pops.

"Doozer heading to the top turnbuckle. He measures T-Money up and leaps... Big head butt!"

Doozer hits his mark. T-Money holds his gut in pain as his aggressor rises to his feet.

"Doozer now pulls T-Money up, grabs his arm. Irish whip into the corner. He follows up, BIG SPLASH!"

As Doozer moves out of the way, T-Money stumbles forward. Doozer gets in a three point stance, then chops his knee, causing him to hit the mat.

"Doozer shows why he was a force to be reckoned with."

Doozer turns T-Money over on his back, then climbs to the second rope. He jumps backwards, landing rump first onto T-Money's chest.

"T-Money gasp for air as Doozer shows no signs of letting up. When you face T-Money, you can't, as he'll use any opportunity he can against you."

Doozer pulls T-Money to his feet again.

"Irish whip to the corner. T-Money shook the whole ring when he hit it."

Doozer sits him up on the top turnbuckle then climbs himself. As he begins setting up for a superplex, T-Money slams a right into his head.

"T-Money fighting back now with lefts and rights. Doozer tries to hold on as T-Money smashes him repeatedly.

T-Money grabs Doozer's head in a look, and pushes off using the ropes, turning in the air. The crowd roars.

"HUGE DDT FROM THE TOP! Doozer is out cold!"

T-Money gets to his feet and takes a moment before continuing.

"T-Money continues to control the match as he begins stomping the knees of Doozer. Where is he going now?"

T-Money exits the ring. He reaches in and pulls Doozer towards the edge, positioning his legs on each side of the turnbuckle.

"T-Money grabs Doozer's leg and slams his knee into that unforgiving steel. I think T-Money wants to seriously hurts Doozer as he does it a second time."

Next he grabs both of Doozer's legs and yanks the back, smashing his family jewels.

"Doozer visibly in pain as T-Money continues to afflict as much damage as he can."

T-Money rolls back into the ring and pulls Doozer to the center. He jumps up and falls with both knees towards Doozer.

"Doozer MOVES! SOMEHOW HE MOVED!"

T-Money rolls around on the mat holding his knees in pain. Doozer pushes himself to his feet. He lifts T-Money up, grabs his head and trunks, lifting him up, and bringing him down into a huge DDT.

"Big time DDT!"

The referee checks on T-Money and begins counting as Doozer stands, hands on hips, looking down at his opponent.

"A dangerous DDT right there, and it may have ended this match."

At about 6, T-Money moves. By 8 he is almost up.

"T-Money makes it to his feet. The referee checks him and he says he is ok to continue. Doozer does not look happy."

The circle each other before locking up.

"Aggressive lock up. Doozer quickly head butts T-Money to break the lock."

As T-Money grabs his head in pain, Doozer takes him down with a drop toe hold, quickly moving into position for a chin lock.

"Cross Face, Doozer locking in a move used on him earlier."

T-Money is able to reach the bottom rope as he grabs it, and holds on.

"Doozer to his feet. He stomps the upper back and neck of T-Money before grabbing his head and lifting him up."

Doozer whips T-Money into the turnbuckle.

"He follows up with a running elbow smash."

As Doozer moves away, T-Money falls face forward to the mat, but only temporarily as he is yanked back to his feet.

"Doozer pushes T-Money back, and with force whips him acro... No, reversal by T-Money. Doozer is sent across the ring, into the opposite corner"

T-Money follows up with a running splash. As he pulls away, he grabs the top rope for leverage and stomps away at Doozer, until he slumps down.

"T-Money's momentum is halted early as Doozer grabs up under his legs and lifts. He runs, spinebuster."

The crowed gets loud as Doozer makes his way to his feet.

"Doozer turns T-Money over, face down and grabs a leg. He lifts it up and forces T-Money's knee right into the canvas hard."

T-Money grabs his presumably throbbing knee in pain.

"Doozer up the turnbuckle, he aims then jumps only to meet the knees of T-Money."

Doozer bounces off of T-Money's knees and flops on the mat, holding his midsection. We get a recap of the failed frog splash.

"Doozer rolls out to the floor to catch his breath. T-Money up. He runs, SUICIDE DIVE!"

T-Money flies through the ropes and hits his target. As they hit the floor, both men hit hard.

"Neither man is moving."

A few moments later the referee begins his count.

"I believe they could be seriously hurt, lets take a look at that suicide dive again."

We get a replay of T-Money flying though. Both men get up at the last possible second.

"The begin exchanging lefts and rights outside the ring."

T-Money grabs Doozer's head and slams it into the side of the ring before rolling him in.

"He follows Doozer into the ring. Money on his feet, pulling Doozer up with him."

T-Money chops Doozer's chest, before whipping him across the return.

"As Doozer returns, T-Money lifts. Back body drop!"

Doozer grabs his back and yells in pain, but a few moments later turns over and gets to his feet.

"Doozer is up again. Both men staring each other down. So far this match has been pure excitement folks. T-Money and Doozer lock up again."

T-Money takes the lead, as he breaks the lock and whips Doozer into the ropes.

"On the return, Doozer attempts a clothesline, but T-Money ducks."

Both men quickly turn around.

"Kick to the midsection of T-Money. Doozer follows up with an elbow to the temple followed by a big chop to the chest."

Doozer grabs T-Money, going for a belly to belly suplex.

"Reversal by T-Money with the suplex."

As Doozer hits the mat, T-Money gets to his feet and begins to viciously stomp his opponent.

"T-Money showing why he won such a violent tournament less then two months ago."

On the way up, Doozer pushes T-Money back. He grabs his arm and pulls him.

"Short arm clothesline. That looked as if it knocked T-Money silly."

Doozer picks a leg of T-Money up, stretches it the thrust it down.

"Doozer trying to hyper extend the knee of T-Money."

He stomps his opponent's knee a few times before lifting both of his legs up and stepping in.

"It appears that Doozer is going for a figure four leg lock."

As he places the lock on and leans back on the mat to apply pressure, T-Money yells in pain.

"T-Money now trying to get his bearings."

T-Money struggles a little before overpowering Doozer enough to reverse the hold.

"Inverted figure four by T-Money!"

A few moments later, both men break free and push themselves to their feet.

"Each opponent showing signs of discomfort as they get to their feet."

T-Money boots Doozer in the gut and follows it up with a head butt. As Doozer stumbles around, T-Money mounts the second turnbuckle behind him. Doozer turns to see him leap.

"T-Money grabs Doozer's head in mid air, twisting. Big DDT!"

Doozer is out on the mat, as T-Money holds his back from an improper landing. The referee begins counting both men as neither begins to get to their feet.

"Both men in a world of pain, as they have pushed each other tonight."

T-Money finally begins to move. Using the ropes, he pulls himself up.

"T-Money is the first up, however, he is showing signs that he may have hurt his back."

He bends over, grabbing Doozer's head, and pulls him to his feet.

"Big chop by T-Money that leaves Doozer's chest glowing. An Irish whip sends him hard into the corner. T-Money follows up with a huge splash."

As T-Money moves away, Doozer falls face first to the mat. T-Money mounts Doozer, placing his hands under Doozer's chin and locking his fingers.

"Both men have locked in multiple chin locks, hoping to just cause enough pain their opponent will stay down as the referee counts."

Doozer struggles, somehow getting T-Money's fingers loose enough to bite them. T-Money screams in pain.

"That's the animal Doozer has been talking about unleashing right there. "

Doozer grabs the ropes and begins to pull himself to his feet. T-Money gets up himself, still holding his fingers.

"Doozer swings at T-Money who ducks, he grabs Doozer from behind and lifts. T-Money falls back, landing Doozer on the back of his neck!"

T-Money rolls out of the ring, reaching in and pulling Doozer out with him.

"A couple big rights to keep Doozer subdued."

T-Money grabs the back of Doozer's head and introduced him to the barrier.

"T-Money is in full control!"

Money gives Doozer a few big fist, causing him to stumble up the ramp.

"This could go anywhere! But if T-Money wants to win, he needs to get Doozer back into that ring before the referee counts them out."

T-Money swings at Doozer, who ducks and lifts him up.

"Atomic Drop outta nowhere!"

T-Money goes down, as does Doozer who seems to be totally drained now.

"Last moment effort by Doozer, but it just wasn't enough as T-Money is already getting back to his feet."

T-Money stomps away at Doozer before pulling him to his feet.

"Money whips Doozer towards the ring."

As he gets to the ring, he hits the side of it. Money quickly runs down, rolls Doozer in and slides in right as the referee brings his hand down for the tenth time.

"Very close call for T-Money! Both men getting to their feet. Boot to the gut by The Dooz!"

As T-Money slumps over Doozer places his head beside his leg and lifts him up, slamming him down.

"The Abuser! Doozer covers T-Money!"

The referee drops.

"Doozer pulls of return debut! T-Money gave it his all and almost got a win here, but in the end Doozer came out on top. However, one must wonder how this will effect T-Money as he has another match tonight in the main event against Level-One for the DWF World Championship."

Doozer celebrates in the ring.

Taking Back What I've Earned

Backstage, new backstage interviewer, Ethan Bush, stands there in a white suit and black tie. With the microphone in his hand, and a bright white smile.

Ethan Bush - "We are here at Glory for Dream Wrestling Federation, and I am Ethan Bush. Last week at Slaughter we saw the debut of my guest now, Travis "THE DARK SHADOWS" Williams!"

Travis walks into the frame, with his face painted up, and ready for war. There are no smiles on his face, just a blank stare from the man.

Ethan Bush - "Travis, last week you defeated Pierce in your debut match in DWF. Right after picking the win, an old friend of yours showed up, I am talking about Chris Bladez!"

Travis Williams - "Do not mistake it. Chris did not just show up! He set a plan, he had a team of writers in a small room, organizing his every move and every word. It was not some spur of the moment idea!"

Ethan Bush - "Okay, I understand where you are coming from. However, that old friend made himself a new enemy! He took something that was yours, the first title you ever held in your career, The Anarchy Championship. Why would he sink to such a low?"

Travis Williams - "Anarchy means just that, there is complete ANARCHY! Bladez always wanted to be the crazy man, but never had the balls to stay that way. I guess he wanted to brag he took something from what he deems, a homeless, drunk...Who he fooled! Not the case, I'm far from what I once was, but I have never forgotten what brought me to the fight. I am still the sick fuck I once was, just now, I have more of an excuse to be a tormented soul."

Ethan Bush - "I understand that Dream will make the Anarchy Championship active after this match. Does that add more fuel to the inferno inside you?"

Travis Williams - "Tossing gas on a burning blaze is stupid, and we all know that. I take back what is mine tonight, and at the next Slaughter...I will show the world the new Dream Anarchy Championship, while I put my original one back in that display case on my wall! Chris, you want to blow shit up? Bring the C4, it's been awhile since I've felt PAIN!"

Ethan Bush - "Well Travis, good luck tonight!"

Travis Williams - "Luck is for losers, and pain is mere weakness leaving the body! REALITY IS A BITCH CHRIS, AND SHE IS COMING TO CLAIM YOU ONCE AGAIN!"

Travis walks away from the frame as Ethan looks at him with a strange face.

Ethan Bush - "Back to you guys!"

So, What's The Plan?

"You see, Ben. I've decided that you should drop your journalism dreams and become my manager!"

Owen Manton sits in the locker room on a chair, taping his wrists and talking to the DWF staff member who has been made famous by countless appearances with Owen Manton every Sunday, Ben. Ben is a goofy looking, 19-year old, who wears suspenders, large framed glasses and tucks his dress shirt in his jeans with no belt.

Ben: "Really?!"

Owen Manton: "Yes. Starting with the next tour, I am officially hiring you as my Manager."

Ben: "But..."

Owen looks up at Ben, with a confused look on his face.

Owen Manton: "But?"

Ben: "But, I want to be a wrestling journalist."

Owen shakes his hand and snickers. Looking back down at his wrists and continues taping. Owen's method of taping is very strategic, it is a superstition of his to tape the same way each time.

Ben: "Mr. Manton..."

Owen Manton: "What?"

Ben: "Pierce is here."

Owen Manton: "Who?!"

Ben: "Pierce... your partner? For tonight?"

Owen Manton: "Oh..."

Manton looks up and Pierce is standing there is the 6'3" legend, Pierce. Pierce has a cowboy hat on, black dress shirt and jeans. Manton has to look way up at Pierce, but does so with no fear. Manton stands up to meet Pierce eye-to-eye, the two of them stare at each other very intensely.

Owen Manton: "Here is the plan... Pierce... don't get in my way."

Pierce: "Listen, Manton. I have no respect for someone like you. You say whatever it takes to look like a bad guy when in reality your soft. If there is any plan, tonight, 'Puritan', it is for you not to get in my way. I've done this a Hell of a lot longer than you."

Owen Manton: "Whatever."

Manton turns away from Pierce, who grabs Owen by the shoulder and spins him around bringing him nose-to-nose with Pierce once again.

Owen Manton: "Don't touch me."

Pierce: "Don't turn your back on a wrestler. Hasn't anyone taught you that, yet?"

Owen Manton: "Listen, asshole, I didn't ask for this tag team match. I don't like tag team matches. And I don't need you."

Pierce: "Oh... you'll need me. I don't think you have what it takes to beat Polowy, or Nemesis by themselves. Who do you think you are, Manton? Do you want me to kick your ass right here tonight. Because I'd gladly send you down to earth where you belong."

Owen steps back a few steps from Pierce. Pierce steps forward again, catching Manton off guard. Manton brings his fists up ready to fight and Pierce laughs.

Pierce: "Pussy."

Pierce turns and leaves and Manton watches him without moving. Owen then turns around and pushes Ben against the wall. Holding him there with one hand, and pushing his hair back with his other, Owen Manton then threatens to punch the staff member.

Owen Manton: "How dare you let him in my locker room! You... Your... Your fired!!!"

Manton then grabs Ben and pushes him out into the hallway and slams the door behind Ben. Manton turns and kicks the chair he was sitting on, and the chair flies in the air and crashes on the other side of the room. Manton then turns, back to his locker. A poster has been placed on the locker he was sitting in front of. It is that of Myles Jake. Manton's eyes grow wide, as he reaches forward and pulls it down ripping it and throwing it on the ground.

Travis Williams versus Chris Bladez

The lights in the arena dim, as the steady sound of a phone being left off the hook beeps throughout the arena. The hollow sounds of a woman’s voice saying, "House Keeping, HELLO" followed by some knocking and another "HELLO?". The guitar strums ever so lightly.

"You Find Me
But I Don’t Know
What You Wanna Say
Well God Is Great
And God Is Good
But God Didn’t Help Me When He Could
And Love Dances Slowly By!"

As the sounds of Sixx AM’s "Courtesy Call" slams into the arena, the lights come back partly as the man of man personas known only as Travis Williams, The Dark Shadows, walks out on top of the stage. The crowd tosses mix reactions towards the veteran of the sport, as he stands perfectly in the center of the aisle away from the fans’ fingertips.

"This Is Just A Courtesy Call
This Is Just Matter of Policy
This Is Just An Act of Kindness
To Let You Know That
YOUR TIME IS UP!"

Travis walks down with his arms beside him, elbow to his palms out in front of him with his palms open facing towards the air. He walks to the ring, where he stands for a second. He looks around the arena, and grabs the middle rope and steps up on to the apron. He wipes his feet on the apron, and then steps between the top and middle ropes. He enters the ring and walks over to a corner awaiting the opening bell, never blinking.

"Anarchy rules match up coming your way for that Anarchy Championship title that Chris Bladez brought with him last week when he challenged Travis Williams."

Chris Bladez's music begins to play. The lights in the arena begin to flash. Chris steps out from the back, the Anarchy championship around his waist. He walks down the ramp, then up the steps and enters the ring. Once in, his music fades and he hands the title off.

"We're about to get ready for what could be an explosive match up."

Both men stand toe to toe in each other's face. The referee holds the Anarchy Championship high before handing it to an assistant outside of the ring.

"Anarchy rules means there are no rules folks. Anything could happen in this match!"

The bell sounds to begin the match.

"Right away they explode with rights and lefts on each other. Both of these men are towering, but for the second week in a row, Travis Williams has the size advantage."

They lunge in to a lock up, in which both men thrust their full power. Williams finally takes control, wrapping his arms around Bladez and throwing him over and to the side in a belly to belly variation.

"Chris Blades goes down. Travis Williams now floats over to a ground position, showing that MMA type offense he is known for as he straddles Bladez and begins to pound away at him. Chris Bladez is doing the only thing he can, he is covering his head trying to lessen the blows."

Travis finishes and gets to his feet, pulling Chris Bladez up with him. He holds his upper body close.

"Travis Williams with those vicious knee strikes to the stomach of Chris Bladez."

He pulls back and comes foreword with an elbow to the side of Bladez's head. Bladez grabs his head and stumbles a few steps back.

"Travis Williams dominating as he grabs Bladez's head and introduces it to the top turnbuckle."

Chris Bladez falls to the mat. Travis Williams leans down and lifts his legs up. He pulls up as he leans back then proceeds to twist, chunking Chris Bladez across the ring.

"Travis Williams throwing Bladez around like a rag doll. Chris Bladez doing the only thing he can right now, rolling out of the ring to the floor."

Chris holds himself up on one knee using the apron, catching his breath. Travis Williams has his target in site and runs at the ropes, leaping over the top. As he does, Bladez stands up and turns toward him.

"Travis Williams leaps over the top rope! What agility!"

Bladez see's him in time. He moves enough to catch Williams and use his momentum to quickly turn it into a slam to the floor. Travis Williams grabs his back in and neck in pain as Chris Bladez falls back to one kinee.

"Bladez needs to capitalize on this."

Chris pulls himself up with the apron. He runs over with a boot to the gut of Travis Williams, who was attempting to push himself to his feet.

"Denied by Bladez, He now grabs the back of Travis Williams' head and lifts him to his feet. Bladez scoops Williams up, he lifts and drops. Right on the barrier!"

Williams falls back to the floor, holding his stomach and chest.

"Chris Bladez now crossing the barrier."

Fans all around him slap him on the back and crowd the wrestler as he picks up a chair from the front row. The fan who had been sitting on that chair, is a hefty country looking girl who is now jumping up and down, screaming as Bladez crosses back over.

"Chair in hand, Chris Bladez lifts it. He targets. Williams trying to get up, as he looks above.. WOW! What a chair shot!"

Williams falls to the floor sideways. Blood can be seen coming from his forehead. Bladez holds the chair high before bringing it down, full force, across the back of Travis Williams.

"Now this fans, is Anarchy Rules at it's best."

He lifts again, coming down once more with a thundering thud across the back of Travis Williams.

"Chris Bladez destroying Travis Williams with that chair. He now helps Williams to his feet."

Travis Williams stands, unable to keep still as he is in a daze. Blades steps back then comes forward with a superkick.

"Cutting Edge! No, Travis Williams side stepped!"

As he sidesteps, he scoops Bladez up, twist around and hits a back breaker.

"SHADOW CAST!"

Williams gets to one knee and looks down at Chris Bladez, who is out. He uses the barrier to pull himself to his feet.

"Bladez is picked up over Williams' shoulder."

Travis Williams heads towards the ring, Bladez still up. Once he gets to the edge, he drops Chris to where his face bounces off of the side of the apron and he falls to the floor.

"Travis Williams just has to pin Bladez. As there are no rules, a pin fall can count anywhere, but it appears that Travis wants to finish this match in the middle of the ring. Williams rolling Bladez into the ring, he is now entering himself."

Travis holds onto the top rope and looks out to the crowd. Chris begins to attempt to get to his feet. Once he is on one knee, Travis Williams runs at him. He steps up on one of Chris' knees and uses his other foot to kick Bladez right in the head.

"Travis Williams calls that the 'Never seen it coming'! Bladez is out and Travis Williams is going for the cover. he hooks the leg as the referee drops to count."

It appears to be a long slow count, but the referee hits the three.

"TRAVIS WILLIAMS WINS! He is the new Anarchy Champion. Chris Bladez brought this title in last week. I am unsure of how this will effect DREAM, but we seem to have an official champion being crowned right now!"

The referee hands the Championship to Travis Williams who holds it high in the sky by one hand as his music sounds. he is the new Anarchy Champion.

The Apex of Wrestling

The scene fades in to an office. The back of a rather tall man can be seen standing in front of a desk. He wears a perfectly black suit with baby blue pinstripes. The voice of the other man can be heard. It’s none other than DWF’s own Mark Zylbert.

Mark Zylbert: Have a seat mister Barr. I’m glad that you could find the time to meet with me.

The man takes a seat and crosses his leg over his knee.

JC Barr: You can call me JC. No need for the formalities. This is a business venture, not a date.

Zylbert shakes his head in agreement and then begins to speak before he is cut off by Barr.

JC Barr: I’m not going to sugar coat this thing at all. I’m in this to make money. That’s the same line that I have given every organization that I have worked with in this venture. The AWA is about profit. Plain and simple.

Mark Zylbert: Understood.

JC Barr: So as far as I am concerned, as long as you continue to make money then I have no issues. I have no plans to intervene in how you run things or any other decisions that you might make.

Zylbert nods his head up and down before he speaks.

Mark Zylbert: That’s good. Silent partner type of thing. The money part, don’t you worry about that. We are getting bigger every single week and I see no reason to believe that is going to stop any time soon.

JC Barr: So why is it exactly that the DWF has decided to join the Apex Wrestling Alliance? What is it that you hope to gain from this?

Mark Zylbert: Competition. True competition. It’s that simple. DWF is the best product out there, and we have yet to be able to find anyone to compete legitimately with us. That is where you come in. You bring us the competition and we bring you the money.

JC stands up and extends his hand to Zylbert. As Zylbert extends his and the two men shake, JC comments.

JC Barr: Sounds like the start of a wonderful relationship.

The scene slowly fades to darkness.

Mike Polowy/Jak Nemesis versus Pierce/Owen Manton

The lights dim in the arena, and the big screen Dream-a-thon shows the DWF logo. A hand carrying a spray paint can comes above the logo and the letter "O" is written, defacing the Dream Wrestling logo. This video is synamous with "Puritan" Owen Manton, and the fans begin to boo as "Wish" by Nine Inch Nails begins to play through the sound system.

Owen Manton comes out with a smirk on his face. He has a New York Yankee hat on backwards, no shirt, and wrestling pants that are black with gold "Puritan" written down the right leg. He struts to the ring, ignoring the chorus of boo's from the explosive Dream Wrestling fans. As Manton reaches the ring he climbs the stairs, and climbs the outside of the turnbuckle lifting one arm in the air to another chorus of boo's and "You Suck!" chants.

The arena lights cut out, bringing the arena to life. Strobe lights and the Train Whistle sound of a soft, robust harmonica starts "The Wizard" by Black Sabbath. Fans jump, children scream, and women feint to see the devilish Pierce is coming. The DreamTron shows one word on the screen, flashing over and over.

PIERCE

Fans scream and begin chanting in unison with the flashing text.

PIERCE! PIERCE! PIERCE!

On cue, the black curtain jerks open to a thunderous reception. Pierce steps out in full ring attire, eyes scanning the crowd, and waits for the third and final long, harmonica riff to near its' end. Suddenly, the arena goes off when the guitar riff comes in.

So does Pierce. Stomping the steel floor beneath him, he raises his head and taped-fists to the crowd; bringing the arena lights back to full blast at his signal, almost. A brief display of walkway pyrotechnics shoot off before Pierce takes off running down the ramp, and jumps through the bottom and second ropes. He rolls gracefully into the middle of the ring and locks his torturous gaze on fans nearby as he stands slowly. An abnormal smile stretches over Pierce's face, ear to ear.

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, slapping the DWF Women's Championship over his arm and giving it a little kiss. He then turns to his other shoulder, looking lovingly at the DWF Tag Title as well. 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. 'Dead Bodies Everywhere' begins to play as Jak nemesis steps out with his tag title. He raises it high before heading to the ring.

"The tag team champions not coming out together for the second week in a role."

Jak Nemesis and Owen Manton are in the ring to start the match as the bell sounds.

"Owen Manton talks a big game, but you have to wonder how he is even able to compete tonight after that terrible accident last week that lead to the death of Myles Jake."

They begin with a stare down.

"Lock up. Both men struggle, neither able to take control as they break free of one another's grip."

On the apron, both men's partners are yelling in a supportive fashion.

"They lock up again. Owen Manton takes control as he places Jak Nemesis in a side headlock. Nemesis able to easily break free after stomping the foot of Manton. He shits behind Manton, wrapping his arms around Owen's waist."

Owen Manton struggles a bit but is able to break Jak Nemesis' grip and roll behind him, locking the same move in.

"Now Owen Manton behind Jak Nemesis. Manton lifts him, it looks as if he's going for a belly to back suplex."

Jak quickly breaks out of Owen's grip, almost too easily and turns towards him waving his hands in a 'no' fashion. Whiteside does not comment on the uncomfortable look across Nemesis' face as he goes against Manton just one week after a move gone horribly wrong.

"We get an exchange of words before Jak Nemesis places his hands out, attempting to initiate a test of strength with Owen Manton. Owen accepts and grabs Jak Nemesis' hands."

They both struggle. Manton is able to gain control by booting Nemesis. He follows up by grabbing the back of Jak's head and using it to throw him to the mat.

"Owen Manton walking to his corner."

Owen whispers to Pierce who taps him reassuringly on the shoulder before entering the ring as Manton exits to the apron.

"Pierce is now in the ring for Manton, picking up where he left off by assisting Jak Nemesis to his feet via his head"

Pierce raises his hand high before coming down with a hellacious backhanded chop across the chest of Jak Nemesis. He grabs his arm and goes to whip Jak.

"Reversal by Nemesis. Pierce off the ropes and into a knee of the tag team champion."

Jak flips over Pierce's knee onto the mat.

"Quick knee drop to the chest of Jak Nemesis. On the apron, Polowy is desperately wanting in this match."

Pierce lifts the legs of Jak Nemesis, he leans back, falling to the mat.

"Slingshot, but wait! He shot Nemesis into the wrong corner, he shot him right into the corner where Mike Polowy is!"

MPlow slaps the back of Nemesis as he hits the corner post.

"Polowy climbs the post from the outside. He's up top. As Jak Nemesis moves out of the way, Mike Polowy leaps. Double axe handle hits his target. Pierce meets the mat."

Mike Polowy runs to the opposite corner, hitting a big fore arm to the face of Owen Manton, sending him to the floor on the outside. Pierce gets to his feet and charges Polowy.

"Mike Polowy turns to see Pierce coming at him."

Pierce goes for a spear, but Polowy catches him. With the momentum Pierce has, his legs flip up, placing him in an inverted pile driver like position.

"Mike Polowy steps around Pierce's arms! He going for The Mike Effect!"

Owen Manton slides into the ring and runs at Polowy, hitting him in the back. Pierce is flung to the side as Polowy hits the mat. Manton runs across the ring and slides back out.

"What a save by Owen Manton who has stated over and over leading up to this match that he 'doesn't do tag teams.'"

Pierce rolls to the outside of the ring, disappearing halfway under the apron momentarily.

"Inside the ring Mike Polowy is coming to. I'm unsure he is aware of what even happened as Owen Manton hit a drive by team mate save."

Pierce comes from under the apron with a steel chair in hand. He slides it into the ring before entering himself.

"Polowy to his feet. Pierce is to his, chair in hand. We could have a repeat of last week folks."

Pierce pulls the chair back, and Polowy is saved by the referee's quick thinking.

"The referee yanks the chair from Pierce's hands!"

Pierce turns to the referee to argue the move as Polowy grabs his neck from behind, then drops.

"Inverted DDT by Polowy!"

Mike rolls over to take a breather himself. Both partners have finally made it back to the apron, awaiting possible tags. Polowy begins heading towards Jak Nemesis who has his hand stretched out.

"These two have been working together pretty well considering it is unsure of Jak Nemesis actual motives over the last month."

Owen Manton waits no longer and rushes the ring. he grabs the back of Polowy's head and yanks him to the mat backwards.

"Owen Manton denies the tag. Jak Nemesis chooses... not to make the save?"

Manton raises his hands up to the referee as Polowy holds the back of his head.

"Wait, a fan is crossing the barrier!"

As Manton turns to head back to the ropes, the fan slides into the ring and leaps, hitting a Lou thez press and slamming rights and lefts into Manton's head.

"Wait, that's... that's.. my God folks.. that's Ethan Jake, the son of the late Myles Jake."

He is sobbing as his beats Owen Manton senseless. Mike Polowy has gotten up and is standing by the ropes watching, he has no idea what's going on.

"The referee has not called for the bell, but he is trying to pull Jake off of Manton."

Polowy walks over and grabs Ethan Jake pulling him away from Manton. he is seen mouthing something to him.

"It appears Polowy is telling Jake to get out of the ring so the match can continue, but I am unsure if it'll be able to as Owen Manton is bleeding from what appears to be his nose and lips."

Jake is escorted out of the ring by security. The referee helps Manton up and talks to him. Pierce is now up on the ropes, unsure of what has happened fully.

"It looks like Manton has said he would like to continue the match."

Manton heads to the apron. Pierce leans over the ropes and they exchange a couple words. Polowy stares at Nemesis, he can be seen asking who Nemesis didn't run into the ring when Manton did. Mike slaps Nemesis chest extra hard.

"Hard tag by Mike Polowy, Jak Nemesis gives him a hard stare before entering the ring. It looks like the action will continue with Pierce and Jak Nemesis."

They lock up.

"Jak Nemesis with a knee to the gut of Pierce, he whips him across the ring. As Pierce returns, Nemesis runs. he jumps, double arm DDT! Euthanasia hits perfectly!"

Jak turns Pierce over and goes for a quick pin. Manton enters the ring again, this time Polowy rushes the ring, catching Manton allowing the referee to drop and make the pin.

"Jak Nemesis got the three! Nemesis and Polowy retain their Tag Team Titles!"

Manton looks pissed that the interference from the outside most likely was the reason that cost him the match as we get replays, including the interference by Ethan Jake.

Bashed in the USA 2009

The screen goes black.

SEPTEMBER 13, 2009

We get pictures of random talent from the DWF.

DREAM Returns to Pay Per View

An American flag.

Be ready to be BASHED.... in the USA

A Bashed int he USA logo flies across the screen as we have now learned what's next for the DWF.

Level-One versus T-Money

The camera moves to the top of the stage. 'Stay Wide Awake' by Eminem starts to play. T-Money steps out. He raises both arms before throwing them down and continues to the ring as Whiteside comments on his recent match. He slides in and leaps to his feet. Quickly T-Money runs to a turnbuckle and raises and arm to the fans before jumping down and running across to the opposite post, doing the same thing.

'Put you on game'' By Lupe Fiasco ruthlessly attacks the stereo system with little regard; shaking the ear drums of the crowd of thousands. Red smoke seeps through the upper ramp; and ripping through the curtains Level-One finds himself on top of the ramp; taunting the booing fans. Creating a ‘’L’’ with his left hand he places his index finger behind his thumb forming his initials ‘’L1’’ as the red and white pyro shoots up in the air indiscriminately.

Level-One lowers his hand looking into the crowd; whom craves for his entertainment, even as they boo relentlessly. Slow and methodically he works his way down the ramp, before sliding under the bottom rope. Level-One paces around the ring, his red eyes capturing the essence of his surroundings. This is where he belongs; he smiles. The bell sounds to begin the match.

"Main event action coming your way, as T-Money challenges Level-One for the DWF World Championship in his second match of the night."

They lock up.

"Level-One with a knee to T-Money. He follows up with a big right to Money's head."

T-Money holds the side of his head, and takes a step away.

"Now a forearm shot to the back of the challenger."

He grabs T-Money and lifts.

"Release German suplex by the champion. You have to wonder what's going through T-Money's mind right now with this being his second match."

Level-One lifts T-Money to his feet before whipping him into the corner.

"Level-One runs, splash.... NO! T-Money moved!"

As Level-One hits the post, T-Money comes from behind, rolling him up.

"School boy. The referee counts."

Level-One is able to break free at two.

"Kick out by the champion. T-Money was so close to tasting gold, that his net value rose."

Both men get to their feet.

"They lock back up. Level-One breaks the lock, twisting T-Money into an arm bar."

T-Money is able to reverse the arm bar. Once he has control of Level-One's arm, Money yanks it.

"T-Money attempting to pull the champion's arm clear out of its socket."

He lets go of Level-One, who grabs his arm in pain.

"Swift kick by T-Money to the back of the legs of the champ."

Level-One goes to one knee.

"Money off of the ropes, on the return, drop kick to the face of L One!"

He quickly covers.

"Kick out at two."

Money maneuvers to his feet, pulling Level-One up with him.

"Two shots to the mid section of T-Money, Level-One lifts him up and over. Back body drop."

The challenger grabs his back as the champion runs to the ropes. As he returns he leaps up.

"Leg drop by Level-One. Into a quick cover. Kick out at one. Great back and forward action in this World Championship match."

Level-One rises to a standing position. He bends over and lifts T-Money to his feet.

"Boot to the gut of T-Money."

One locks his head and grabs Money's trunks before lifting.

"T-Money goes vertical. Level-One stalls. There he goes, picture perfect suplex. He floats over into another pin attempt. The referee drops for the count. Level-One retains.. NO! Kick out a split second before the final count! Level-One can not believe it and neither can I. T-Money has heart and wants to win this high caliber match."

The fans all of a sudden get louder as the camera moves to the entrance. Pierce steps out from the back.

"What's he doing out here?"

Level-One is up and goes to the ropes, staring at Pierce coming down the ramp.

"Last week on Slaughter, Pierce leveled the champion and his current challenger with a steel chair, causing T-Money to have to get stitches. Now he's out here again after his tag match earlier with Level-One's companions."

Pierce approaches the ring and walks around it towards the time keeper's table. Level-One doesn't take his eyes off of him for a moment.

"It seems Pierce is taking a seat near the time keeper to watch this match unfold."

Inside the ring, T-Money pushes up to a three point stance. As Level-One turns back to him, Money lunges foreword.

"SPEAR!"

Money moves up, mounting Level-One and begins slamming him with lefts and rights.

"Ground and pound by T-Money who had plenty of time to regain his composure as Level-One was distracted by The Ranger."

Level-One wraps his legs around Money, and uses his body weight to roll T-Money over.

"Level-One now the aggressor with a flurry of rights and lefts. Pierce continues to watch on without a movement."

T-Money is able to block Level-One's attack momentarily, getting one good punch in.

"T-Money just clobbered the champion right in the eye!"

Level-One grabs his eye and falls to the mat. T-Money rolls over and crawls to the ropes, using them to pull himself up. He notices Pierce on the outside.

"T-Money now shouting at Pierce who continues to watch closely. I'm uncertain of why he feels the need to be here, but I am sure there is no good intentions behind it."

Money turns and runs to Level-One, who is trying to get up.

"A couple stomps puts Level-One back to the mat. T-Money turns him over and lifts his left leg. Stomp to the inside."

He now lifts Level-One's other leg, but the champion is able to struggle free and boot Money back, who stumbles into the ropes. As he bounces foreword with a tad of momentum, Level-One pushes himself up and meets T-Money with a quick arm drag take down.

"Quick acting by Level-One."

T-Money rolls to his feet quickly and runs at level-One who takes him down again with another arm drag.

"Another."

He rolls to his feet again, they run at each other. T-Money side steps and hooks his arm up under Level-One's. he lifts, and drops.

"STARDOM! MY GOD T-MONEY HIT THE STARDOM OUT OF NOWHERE!"

He waste no time getting to his feet. he runs at the ropes, jumping to the second.

"MOONSAULT! T-Money wants to make sure the champion stays down!"

Instead of pinning Level-One he gets up again. This time he heads to the corner and begins to climb. He stands tall on the top rope and looks out to the sea of fans. he holds his arms out and the camera's flash. He bounces on the ropes and leaps backward, flipping in the air. As he flies down Level_one is able to put his knees up.

"T-MONEY MEETS THE KNEES OF LEVEL-ONE! He shouldn't have went for the overkill and ended the match after the Stardom!"

Money grabs his mid section and rolls to the amt. Level-One pushes himself to his feet. He pulls T-Money to his feet. Level-One grabshim from behind, hooking Money's arms, he bends forward under him, and then rises up, raising T-Money upside down he then drives their neck into the canvas.

"LEVEL-ADVANCE! Level-One does NOT procrastinate as he pins T-Money."

The referee drops and counts the three.

"The bell sounds, Level-One has retained the DWF World Championship."

The referee helps Level-One to his feet and hands him the belt. Level-One holds it up as the camera zooms in on him. The copyright comes across the screen as we fade to black.


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