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SLAM! Episode 97
Live from the SaskTel Centre in Saskatoon, Canada

 

Intro

 

 

 

V/O - “Over ten years ago a small-time promotion out of Reading, PA came to existence. Over the years superstars have debuted and grown, some have retired, and others are still around today. Owners have changed. Locations have shifted. But one thing has always stayed the same. The name. Three Initials that have survived through the thick and the thin.”

The NBW logo is shown as it fades in and out showing the various designs from past to present. The voice-over by Trent McKnight continues.

V/O - “Those initials represent the past, the present, and the future. No Borders. No Boundaries. No Bull. Nothing But Wrestling. Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to the NBW!”

A video package rolls showing past wrestlers and on-screen talent from the original promoter Alex Styles to Xander Napoli onto the current: Thaddeus Boyle. Three different men with three different agendas, all of which were responsible for the success that is NBW.

V/O - “Many athletes have paved the way for the current generation entertaining the fans every week.”

Shots of Jason Kain, Jack Owyns, Maximizer, Frost, Rey Campbell, Cal Roberts, Blake Gray, Rejection, Uncensored, Jade Greene and Alan Helms filled the screen before being replaced with shots of macWICKED, Superstar Vince Jacobs, Lunatic, D-T, El Dragon Loco, High Flyer, Sam Potright, Dream Warriors, Rik Bone, Callie Urban, Heaven and Hell, Shawn Jessica Hart, Remy Leroux, Brock Metzer, The Gordon Brothers, Andrew Martin, Mat Walton, William Arthur Reagan, Nightlife USA, Sweet Daddy K, Keegan, Techno Dragon and numerous others as the clips speed up to a blur.

Side to side ‘Special K’ Keegan and ‘the Colossus’ Spike Saunders fade into view before being replaced by an imposing image of the former Double Champion, ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs and his Cheshire-like smile.

His image is replaced by clips of the members of his Upper Echelon; Judasbleek, Warren Spade, and the Son of Malta.

They are soon replaced by the likes of Vic Gravender, Chris Moliano, Derecho, Judasbleek, Son of Malta, Torment, RaVage, Tremoid, Lexia Hart, Benjamin Jones, For The Win, Johannes Antonious de Castonovo and Aleczander of Family Keeling, Handsome Man Modeling School, Supersquad, Zed, and more as the clips speed up once more.

V/O - "The time to break the mold is now. To be somebody. To make a mark. To be..."

The NBW logo spins to life once more and fades out to the simple initials...

N.B.W.

 

Sweet Fire

In-Ring

GOOD EVENING SASKATOON!!!”

The former rockstar and former wrestler “Hot Sauce” Raul Ramirez walked from the back to bask in the jeers of the crowd. He raised an arm out to the NBW faithful and yelled at the fans with the fans of the SaskTel Centre rowdy and hate-filled due to the recent actions of its champion.

“I am Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraul Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrramirez and I am the manager for YOUR NBW world champion “Big Talk” Jake Tockwell!”

Loud booing almost drowned out Raul Ramirez after Tockwell’s latest exploits in taking Sally Reynolds from Brock Newbludd, his Legacy opponent.

“Please welcome to the stage at this time - the lovely lady who will now be helping me walk NBW’s greatest man to the ring from here on out! The hotness and the greatness that is “Sweet Fire” Sally Reynolds!”

Dressed a lot more provocatively than she usually wass, Sally Reynolds came out wearing her hair down, wearing a black tank top, leather jacket, and a dark blue mini-skirt that barely covered anything. Her hair was loose and she wore dark red - dare we say a devil red? - lipstick.

“Thanks, Hot Sauce!” said Sally. “I am the Sweet Fire that is Sally Reynolds and I am here to introduce NBW’s Real Man!

Big ...

Talk …

Jake …

Tockwel!!!”

The Eagles’s hit single “Life In The Fast Lane” played and the arena soon became washed in a sea of gold! Decorated in his brand new “Big Talk, Big … You Know The Rest” t-shirt along with his black and gold boas, the six-foot five and two-hundred fifty-four pound loudmouth from Memphis basked in the all the attention he was receiving with the NBW World title over his head …

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!!

The downright tacky and equally flashy golden pyro exploded so many times that you would think the building had turned into a war zone! Tockwell strutted on down to the ring with his title and walked through the ropes with his undeniable swagger. Tockwell had Hot Sauce and Sally Reynolds on either side of him now and they were ready to lay down the law.

BROCK! BROCK! BROCK! BROCK! BROCK! BROCK! BROCK! BROCK!”

“Go ahead, zeroes!” said Big Talk. “Chant his name as loud as you want because he can’t hear you! He’s still holed up in some broken-down Canuck hotel bathing in your disgusting watered-down Canadian beer, soaking his drawers and wondering what he’s got himself into knowing I beat him bloody and dumped him skull-first on Big Talk’s NBW World title!”

He pointed at Sally.

“Big Talk’s baby girl … the Sweet Fire that is Sally Reynolds … dumped that chump and got herself the ultimate prize when she hooked up with The One Among Zeroes! Tell em baby!”

“Gladly!” said Sally with a twinkle in her eye for Big Talk. “See … Brock, I won’t lie. I liked you and I liked you a lot! I won’t lie and say that I didn’t have fun but that’s all it was. We were a fling and nothing more!”

Booing grew extra loud and angry but Sally didn’t stop talking unfortunately.

“But the more popular Brock got backstage, the bigger the target was on his back and I was always in the middle! I was constantly pestered by Big Rick Strongbern! I was kidnapped by Ravage and the Handsome Man Modeling School! by Ravage! Brock always tried to fight for me, but hanging out with him was not only dangerous, but … well to tell you the honest truth, he just wasn’t worth it.”
BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

“So in between the time that Brock was on the shelf and now, I’ve been hooking up with our champion! I’ve been hooking up with him and we were just waiting for the right time to tell you Brock.”

She turned to Big Talk.

“I’m really sorry that I helped Brock attack you guys a few weeks ago, but that’s what we call the “long con”. He didn’t see it coming when Big Talk invited me to his party last week, I splashed my champagne in his face and he got dropped on his head! Brock learned a valuable lesson that I am not some victim or a damsel in distress that needs saving! I am a lady! And now that Big Talk and I are out, nobody will ever mess with me again!”

It was all out there in the open now and Big Talk smirked.

“Dat ass tho …” said Big Talk, admiring the backside of her skirt. “So long story short, Brock … you think that you have the advantage, but when Big Talk turned the gun on you, Big Talk wasn’t afraid to pull the trigger! So why don’t you take this as a warning, you Milwaukee-Made piece of shit? If I see you again or you think about taking me on at Legacy, then you’ll have to deal with the consequences! You’re dealing with the toughest man in NBW today!”

He was about to continue but thankfully some music cut him off!

“Voodoo Child” by Brick + Mortar. 
 
“RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The crowd was ECSTATIC to see the nbW Blitzkrieg Champion come out with a microphone in hand. Recently, he had been put in the middle of a brewing war between former nbW World Champion Warren Spade and the giant that cost him that title, The Great Wall. The Active Volcano motioned for the music to cut as the crowd went crazy.

“BIG OH!” clap-clap
“BIG OH!” clap-clap
“BIG OH!” clap-clap
“BIG OH!” clap-clap
“BIG OH!” clap-clap

Tockwell heard the chants.

“That’s right, JAGS! That’s what happens every time Sally and I hook up! Thanks for noticing, perverts!”

Ohiyama was in no mood to joke as he approached the ring.

“Tockwell… bruddah… anybody tell you dat you talk too damn much?” Ohiyama asked.

“That’s his NAME, you Hawaiian simp!” Raul Ramirez shouted. “Big Talk! That’s what he does because he backs it up!”

The Active Volcano furrowed his brow and looked down at Raul. “This is between me and the champion, errand boy. The next time you speak to me outta turn, bruddah, you’ll be choking on the teeth I knock down your throat.”

Raul silenced himself, but shot The Polynesian Powerhouse an angry glare. Ohiyama continued.

“What I cannot believe is dat I was almost a party to putting dat title over your shoulder,” he began. “And as the man dat’s supposed to represent dis company, I find your actions completely shameful and disgustin’.”

“Well Big Talk don’t give a good golly gosh darn shit what you think!” yelled Big Talk. “You and I could have NBW together side by side by the short and curlies, then you decided to cheap shot Big Talk and take the Blitzkrieg strap from me instead! What’d you come out here for anyway? To try and hold Big Talk up for more money for your luau back home? That ship’s sailed pal!”

Ohiyama smirked.

“No, nothing like dat, bruddah,” Ohiyama laughed. “See… a second ago I heard you call yourself the toughest man in nbW, huh? That would mean that you fancy yourself as a fighting champion would it not?”


The smirk on his face grew a little more.

“And seeing as how I was da last person to pin you and dis belt is proof of dat… you want beef? Since Brock ain’t here tonight and Legacy’s still a month away… you and I TONIGHT for da nbW World Heavyweight Championship!”

“RRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The crowd certainly wanted it! Tockwell grabbed his microphone, but before he could…

Gather ‘round everybody, gather ‘round!”

Right behind Ohiyama stood Fenton Woods!
 
“Ladies and gentlemen …  the Monster of the Mid-South … the One-Man Stampede … The King of Monsters … the real NBW WORLD CHAMPEEN!!!!“
 
He tapped his cane on the ground and his spotlight disappeared. The crowd was baited with anticipation and when words appeared on the EpiCenter they went crazy.   
 
MONSTER   
 
OF THE   
 
MIDSOUTH
 
After the words appeared on the entrance screen “Into The Arena” by Michael Schenker Group played and The Monster of the Mid-South basked in the reception from the crowd.

“Cut the music,” said Warren with an angry snort. “Ohiyama, you self-righteous idiot … I told Tockwell that he could have my spot at Legacy if he beat me - that is true - but are you forgetting one simple thing?”

“Dat you’re an angry child?” Ohiyama snapped.

Spade turned to Tockwell and yelled. “It’s called a rematch clause bitch. I want it and I’m using it tonight, then I’m going to destroy the Great Wall for costing me that title in the first place!”

The crowd roared at that prospect even more! But what would that mean for Legacy if that happened tonight!

“No no no no no!” shouted Raul. “Big Talk wrestles when he wants to! Not when anybody else says so! We’re already pencilled in for Legacy and the champ’s taking some well-deserved time off before his first title defense! So kick rocks, Spade! Screw you, Fenton! And go back to your house or hut on whatever island nobody can even pronounce!”

“Oh… you had to go and test me, bruddah,” Ohiyama said with a smirk. “Time to go bust some jaws.”

Ohiyama shot an angry glance at Warren and Fenton, then turned his attention to the ring. Big Talk and company were on their guard but a voice stopped it.

“HOLD IT!”


And that was Jack Harmen’s pleasing baritone (okay, not really) voice to be precise.

“Hey! Up here!”

The GM and Almighty Master of All Things nbW Booking was in his office leaning back in his chair. And yes, that was Richie Keal playing the part of footstool.

“Can I get up now?” Keal asked.

“Quiet, stool!” Harmen shouted. “Now… we’ve got ourselves quite a pickle. See, I agree with Warren Spade. He DOES have that contractually obligated rematch. And I agree with Ohiyama because he could legit beat the shinola out of anybody in front of him… oh, and he did beat you, Big Talk!”

He shrugged.

“And I’ve also got to deal with Brock Newbludd. Thanks to you, Big Talk, he ain’t here tonight. And you taking liberties by taking out your scheduled Legacy opponent needs repercussions… two worthy title contenders… a hungry crowd ready for some action…”

Big Talk was sweating bullets and clutching the title close to his chest while Harmen snapped a finger!”

“IDEA!” Harmen yelled. “Tonight… in that ring… Big Talk, you’ll be getting a night off if Ohiyama or Warren Spade murder you once and for all for all that nasty business you’ve conducted with both of them recently! Tonight, we’re having ourselves something of a REMATCH from Scorched! Big Talk will defend against BOTH Warren Spade and Ohiyama! One fall to a finish for the nbW World Heavyweight Championship!”

“RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“NO!!! BIG TALK DON’T AGREE TO THAT!!!” screamed Big Talk. “WHAT ABOUT LEGACY?! THAT BIG ZERO GAVE UP HIS SPOT WHEN I BEAT HIM!!!”

Ohiyama and Spade stared at one another, but both looked pleased with the result.

“Oh, about Legacy,” said Harmen. “If either Warren Spade or Ohiyama walk out with the title, then that man will go on to defend against Brock Newbludd AND Big Talk Jake Tockwell in Legacy’s main event! Ta!”

The screen went black and Raul Ramirez’s jaw dropped!

Tonight!

Jake Tockwell defends his NBW World title against Warren Spade and Ohiyama!!! What a main event!!!

Spade and Fenton bumped fists then Spade shot Ohiyama a tense stare. The Blitzkrieg champ shot one right back and then the show moved on.

 

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He Didn't Tell you, Did he?

Backstage

“ATTENTION, FUCKBOYS!”

The undeniably loud voice of one Big Rick Strongbern opened us to the next scene. Still dressed like an army general like he started on the last episode of Slam, Big Rick wiped his monocle free of dirt and slipped it back in. He had what appeared to be an unlit cigar in his hand and pointed it at the other Clan Strongbern members.

“TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT! WE’VE BEEN FIGHTING FOR GOLD OUR ENTIRE CAREERS IN NBW! WE’RE NOT JUST TALKING THE LAST YEAR! THE BUNCH OF US HAVE BEEN SLUMMING IT UP IN THE DREGS OF NO BRAND WRESTLING’S DEVELOPMENTAL SYSTEM, 4CW, WAITING FOR SOMEBODY TO TAKE NOTICE. UNTIL THIS YEAR, NOBODY TOOK US SERIOUSLY! THEY THOUGHT THE STRONGBERN NAME WAS A LAUGHINGSTOCK. WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT?”

He looked up at all three men.

“I’M DONE WITH THAT SHIT! YOU’RE DONE WITH THAT SHIT! WE’VE BEEN FIGHTING FOR AN OPPORTUNITY AT GOLD AND THUS FAR, WE’VE MADE THE YEAR 2017 OUR BITCH! WE’VE BEATEN KE’ALA OHANA! WE’VE BEATEN THE UNSTOPPABLES! I MADE ALI AMORE TAPPITY-TAP-TAP-TAP LIKE A BITCH AND NOBODY’S SEEN HIM SINCE!”

He turned to face Rik Bonebreaker-Strongbern.

“RIK?!”

“Sir, yes, sir!” Rik shouted, playing along with the whole delusion.

“TONIGHT… WHO’S GETTING THE SHIT KICKED OUT OF THEM?”

“Sir, The A-List, Sir! Getting gold to go with the bountiful bitches we’ve been promised, sir!”

“DAMN RIGHT!” Big Rick marched over to Ri-Khan. “LOYAL ATTACK DOG, TONIGHT, WHAT ARE WE WINNING?”

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he howled. It was loud enough to make Little Ricky next to him wince and cover an ear.

“THAT’S RIGHT! DYNASTY TAG TEAM TITLES! AND... “

He stopped when he approached Little Ricky who was now in military garb. He was dressed up in a camo-colored vest and baggy pants.
“Sir, yes, sir!” Little Ricky shouted.

Big Rick’s eyes darted across the room in confusion. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING?”

“Sir…?”

“WASN’T A QUESTION, SHITHEAD!”

“Sir, pretty sure it was, Sir!”

Big Rick slapped his head. “Rik, you didn’t tell him again, did you?”

Rik chuckled. “Sir, no, sir. Thought it was funnier that way, sir!”

“Okay, I tried to fit in for once because we’ve been winning, but I’m done playing around, asshole,” Little Ricky shouted to Rik. He flipped him the tall man and turned back to Big Rick. “What? I’m wearing military garb like you guys. I figure when in Rome…”

“FIRST OFF, WE’RE IN CANUCKISTAN, YOU DUMBFUCK!” Big Rick yelled. “SECONDLY… RIK WAS SUPPOSED TO TELL YOU SINCE WE HAD TO BAIL YOUR ASS OUT LAST WEEK, YOU’RE DEMOTED BACK TO THE BARBARIAN GARB. AND MY T-SHIRT, OF COURSE.”

Rik cackled under his breath. “Sorry, Little Ricky. Heh heh heh.”

“SO GO CHANGE! NOW!”

Little Ricky sighed. “Goddamn it…”

Ricky started to throw off his vest and chucked it at Rik before leaving the room. Bonebreaker-Strongbern chucked it on the floor while Big Rick laughed.

“ANYWAY… RI-KHAN, YOU’RE WITH ME TONIGHT. THOSE BELTS ARE ON THE LINE AND WE’RE GONNA SHRED THOSE RICH BASTARDS. THOSE DYNASTY TAG TEAM TITLES ARE OURS!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Big Rick and Ri-Khan bumped fists and Rik got in on it, too. The focus was the Dynasty Tag Team Titles and tonight, they had a real chance to get at the belts.

Fade to black. .

Ade Flowers Versus Chris Smith

Chris Smith assumed centre stage and once again offered his customary handshake to Ade Flowers, who chose to ignore it.  Rather than force the issue, Smith changed Larry Tact and mumbled:  "Very well."

A C&E resulted in Smith marching Flowers to the top right-hand corner of the squared circle.  A clean break was complied with.

Another Tie-Up actually went in Ade's favour.  However, just as he was about to pull off an Arm Wringer, he copped a HUGE Clothesline that changed the complexion of the contest.

Smith took a few paces back.  Fortunately, he missed with a Senton Bomb!  Holding the back of his head, he tried to shift the butterflies while the crowd acted to get Ade into this.

Flowers,  alone this evening and without his tag partner Ant Rushton, attempted to get to his feet.  He did so, just as Smith was following suit, though Ade had a slight advantage and he HAD to make it count.

Jab.

Jab.

Jab. 

Smith is shaking.

Jab.

Really wobbling right now.

Showcasing his quickness and agility, Ade hopped over the top rope, WWE2k style, and back onto the top rope with a sizzling Slingshot Springboard Hurricanrana...

POWERBOMB!

No wasted motion by Smith, who opted not to go for a cover, and instead elected to dish out more punishment.

An Irish Whip to the left and a big Body Avalanche!

Cue another Irish Whip...

Back Avalanche on this occasion.

Ade was almost wiped out.  He couldn't live with Big Kid.  Ignoring boos, Chris dragged Flowers from the ground and put the RAF member out of his misery...

SCHOOL'S OUT!!!  (Vertical Suplex Side Slam.)

One hand was sufficient on the Englishman's heavily beating chest.

One...

Two...

Three!!!

Smith leapt to his feet and jumped up on the spot, clearly chuffed with his own performance, begging the referee to raise his hand in the air.

So far, Chris hadn't disappointed 'the kids' and that marked his third victory, fourth if you count the PPV forfeit, in as many weeks.

 

How could ya, cher?

Backstage

After the break, the camera faded in to show the NBW’s resident cult hero, ’Fat Tuesday’ Davey LaRue walking at a quickened pace down one of the backstage hallways with a grim look spread across his bearded face. The dire look combined with the Strongbern-esque stomp was an unusual look for the normally jovial LaRue, who kept his eyes locked ahead of him like a man possessed as he continued down the hallway.

Roughly brushed past several members of NBW’s backstage staff without uttering a word of apology to them as he turned a corner, Davey took a few more steps before coming to a dead stop and clenching his fists in anger as he stared at a female figure casually leaning against the wall looking at her phone.

Focusing in on that figure, the root source of LaRue’s bad mood was revealed.

She was the newest member of The In Crowd and new girlfriend to the NBW World Heavyweight Champion, Jake Tockwell.

She was the woman who shocked the world by stabbing Davey’s best friend, Brock Newbludd, in the back in exchange for promises of fame and fortune courtesy of her new boyfriend.

And if the daggers that Davey stared at her wasn’t enough indication, she was without a shadow of a doubt, the most hated woman in all of NBW at the moment.

But Davey wasn’t a random face in the crowd, him and Renolds had been friends for years. Their friendship was one that grew naturally from the fact that the Baton Rouge brawler was no stranger to the trainer’s room and Sally was always there to stitch him up after every brutal match he had.

As LaRue glared at Sally, who still hadn’t noticed him, it was obvious that he was mixed bag of emotions.

And why wouldn’t he be? He was the one who introduced Brock to Sally, and to say that went to shit would be the understatement of the century.

Glancing up from her phone, Sally’s eyebrows rose when she caught site of LaRue and she immediately started walking in the opposite direction of him.

“Nananana Sally!” LaRue yelled as Sally continued to walk away from him. “Ya gonna stop right naw, cuz’ ol’ Davey has gotta bone ta pick wit ya!”

Ignoring him, Sally kept walking away and Davey’s face went bright red with anger.

“I said STOP!” he screamed at her and Sally jumped slightly, probably more out of surprise than anything else. LaRue rarely raised his voice in anger, but when he did his thick Cajun accent was menacing.

Taking a deep breath, Sally stopped and whirled around to face LaRue as he stomped towards her.

“What!?” Sally said in an obnoxious tone. “I’m not a NBW EMT anymore LaRue, I quit last week...so, if you need help with something, you’re barking up the wrong tree!”

Taken aback by Sally’s standoffish tone, Davey cocked his head sideways and gave his apparently former friend, a long look.

“Naw Sally, dis dog is barkin’ up da right tree...and sittin’ on a limb is a lil’ pussycat who seems to have lost her way,” he said and Renolds responded with an exaggerated eye roll.

“What the hell is your dumb cajun ass talking about?” she responded. “If that was some lame metaphor for me breaking up with that loser friend of yours, it sucked…”

Shaking his head, a confused Davey spread his arms wide.

“How could ya, cher?” he asked, sounding genuinely hurt. “How could ya do dat to Brock and to me?”

Hearing the sadness in the Cajun’s voice caused Sally to grin back at him wickedly.

“You’re a fool Davey, you’ve always been a fool,” she said. “Do you actually think I cared about Brock or you? Brock and I had fun together, but he never put US first...he never put himself first even! All he ever cared about was those sheep in the crowd and what they thought! He was never going to take me to where I deserve to be, and that’s at the top. Which is where I am now, standing right next to a real man...a man who I KNEW Brock would never beat...the sexiest man alive...Jake Tockwell.”

Crossing her arms, Sally frowned as she looked Davey up and down.

“And as for our ‘friendship’, she said, making quotations with her fingers. “I just felt sorry for you...I mean look at you, who wouldn’t?”

LaRue looked stunned at Sally’s words but quickly recomposed himself before narrowing his eyes and pointed an accusing finger at his former friend.

“Ya can keep yer pity, cuz’ I don’t need it!” he said and Sally opened her mouth to speak but LaRue cut her off as he continued on.
“Ya wanna know what dis Cajun fool tinks?” Davey asked, his anger rising. “I tink dat deep down you ain’t nuttin’ but a gold diggin’, backstabbin’, two-timin’, she-devil whore who stabbed a good man in da back to join up wit a yella haired low down dirty dog! Naw whatju tink about dat!?”

“You piece of...” Sally yelled back as she brought her hand up to slap the taste of Davey’s mouth.

Only to have LaRue grab her by the wrist in mid-flight!

Sally tried to wriggle free and went to slap him with her other hand, but Davey caught that wrist too. Now holding Renolds by the wrists, LaRue pulled her in close to him.

“I wasn’t done, Cher…” he whispered to her. “I also tink dat you made da biggest mistake of yer life...cuz’ you stuck a knife in da back of da most dangerous man ol’ Davey has ever met...and believe me Cher, I’ve been around. You and da world champ tink ya’ll got dis all figured out, ya’ll tink dat ya broke Brock. Ya’ll tink dat his head ain’t gonna be in da game come Legacy, but ya’ll are wrong…”

“Let go of me!” Sally said as she tried to break free from LaRue.

“Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna hurt ya…” LaRue continued on in the same menacing whisper. “I don’t hit girls, no matter how evil de be. But, ya betta heed my warnin’ Sally, and ya betta pass it along to dat swamp rat Tockwell...Brock’s gonna pull dat knife outta his back and he’s gonna rain hellfire down on da champ and his dirty buddies in The In Crowd until der’s nothin’ left of dem.”

“You’re wrong! Brock will LOSE at Legacy!” Sally spat back, and Davey laughed in her face.

“Pardon my Cajun, but he ain’t got nuttin’ to lose anymore ya dumb bitch!...Because da only good ting he did have, YOU, betrayed him! Da only ting dat man’s got left is vengeance and trust me cher, he’s gonna get it at Legacy…”

”YOU DON’T TALK TO BIG TALK’S GIRL LIKE THAT!!!”

Before Davey knew what had hit him, the Cajun sensation turned around and got greeted with the faceplate of the NBW World title, courtesy of Jake Tockwell! Right behind him were El Principe and Victor Ingram Price and the Dynasty tag team champions helped Tockwell on the beating!

“Kick his ass, Big Talk!” shouted Sally behind him!

The A-List pulled up Davey La Rue by either arm. He was in a very heavy daze, but still managed to get off a sucker punch on VIP! He tried to fight but when he turned around, a second belt shot by Tockwell put him down on the ground! VIP quickly hoisted Davey up and then fired his signature flatliner, slamming Davey’s head into a nearby production crate!

Tockwell helped VIP to his feet and then helped Sally.

“Sally … “ said Big Talk. “I’m so sorry that JAG swamp rat got his hands on you. I’ll never leave you unprotected like that - like all those times Brock did whenever Ravage or the Strongberns or whoever had a vendetta with him got to you”

“It’s okay!” said Sally as she looked down at Davey’s fallen body. “He got what he deserved!”

Davey gave a weak attempt to push himself up, but was sent back to the ground courtesy of a sharp kick to his ribs from Sally which caused Jake to burst out in laughter at Davey’s misfortune.

“That’s right! And tonight, so are Ohiyama and Warren Spade! Let’s go, Sweet Fire!” the champ exclaimed.

The two walked out arm in arm with the A-List behind them as the show moved on, but not before giving a final shot of the hurt LaRue laid out on the cold concrete...

Xiang Dynasty Versus Different Breed

“We’ve got ourselves some tag team action next!” Melissa Vanderart said. “The Xiang Dynasty are taking on the remaining two members of The Different Breed – Yuma Wakaba and Ai Tso. We’re to understand Davey La Rue quietly resigned from the group since teaming more regularly with Brock Newbludd and Jonny Bedlam.”

“He realized this wasn’t going anywhere and went to splitsville,” C.G. Gains told her. “Tonight, The Xiang Dynasty are gonna massacre these two. Speaking of… what do you think they were talking about on Victory with Xiang?”

“No idea. From what it seemed to be, it was some kind of offer maybe? But anyway, Ai Tso must not have taken him up on the offer because he’s already been teaming with Wakaba for almost a year now. They spent some time making a return to Kyoto PRO these last few months but they’re back tonight looking for a big win against The Xiang Dynasty.”

“But The Great Wall has been on the roll of his career! They’re gonna be turned into mat pizza, just watch.”

And like Gains said, it was to the ring we go!

“The following contest is a tag team match set for one fall!” 

“Born In China (metal remix instrumental)” by The Immortals.

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” 

The second that the music hit, the crowd LOUDLY booed the oncoming presence of Xiang and his large associate behind him. The Chinese nationalists ignored the jeering crowd as he and his bodyguard started to approach the ring with a determined look on their faces. 

“Introducing first, at a combined weight of 566 pounds… the team of Xiang and The Great Wall… THE XIANG DYNASTY!

Brent Williams finished his introductions as Xiang jumped into the ring. Right behind him was the man who had made life hell for the likes of the former nbW World Heavyweight Champion Warren Spade and current Blitzkrieg Champion Ohiyama. The Great Wall raised his arms and had a smirk on his face, basking in the hate from the crowd as they waited for their opponents.

“The Touch” by Stan Bush.

“The Touch” by Stan Bush.

The music hit and the crowd gave a good cheer for the three men as three letters appeared on The EpiCenter…

THE

DIFFERENT

BREED

A spotlight shined on the crowd and at the top of one of the aisles…

“And their opponents… at a combined weight of 436 pounds… they are the team of Yuma Wakaba and Ai Tso… THE DIFFERENT BREED!

The members of the newly-christened Different Breed rowdily jumped through the legion of fans on their way towards the ring. Yuma Wakaba energetically played air guitar while right behind him, Ai Tso blasted as well looking awkward as heck. It had been some time since both of them had been seen in nbW, but the crowd cheered the two as they entered the ring. The Great Wall was up first.

DING DING DING

The Great Wall was looking extra confident and why shouldn’t he be? He had gone undefeated for close to a year and now and stood SEVEN-FOOT TWO AND THREE-HUNDRED SIXTY-FIVE POUNDS.

“Lái dǎ wǒ, xiǎo nánrén,” The Great Wall muttered to Yuma.

It was “hit me, little man.” But Yuma Wakaba didn’t stop. The Speedster fired off a series of kicks to the leg with intent to bring the big man down. The Great Wall swung, but he missed!

Missed again!

Yuma ran up the ropes…

BAM!

The Great Wall stood his ground and Yuma’s attempt at a Springboard Dropkick from the middle rope, but a hard chop swatted him away like a fly! Ai Tso tried to tag in, but The Great Wall kept him from the ropes. He pulled him up by the neck with both hands and throttled young Wakaba…

Then threw him down to the mat from over seven feet in the air!

The crowd booed as The Great Wall raised both fists into the sky and basked in the reaction from the crowd. He rolled Wakaba over to Xiang and offered up the tag…

“Zhè shì nǐ de zhàndòu!” Xiang said.

The Artist of War was offering The Great Wall the chance to continue having fun picking him apart so he put Wakaba on the top rope…

CHOP!

And down to the floor he went!

Yuma held his chest in pain while Ai Tso visibly winced to the corner. The Great Wall climbed over the ropes and stepped to the floor only to grab Yuma…

GORILLA PRESS THROW BACK INTO THE RING!

And Wakaba went back into the ring crashing hard with The Great Wall putting incredible strength on display.

“Jiéshù tā,” Xiang said, telling him to end it.

The Guangzhou Goliath stood over the limping Wakaba trying to get back up in the corner. The Great Wall continued to charge now…

WAKABA MOVED!

The Great Wall smacked right into the corner! The crowd cheered The Speedster as he ran off into the corner. He connected with a big Tiger Feint Kick, aimed right at the leg of the monster! The Great Wall limped while Wakaba quickly scurried up to the top rope and fired off a huge Missile Dropkick, he limped backwards!

Ai Tso cheered him on form the corner while The Great Wall was left stunned and the crowd cheered! Wakaba had him stumbled in the corner and so he tried to charge. Wakaba kicked the leg out from under The Great Wall and sent him stumbling into the middle rope! Wakaba raised a hand again and ran for another Tiger Feint Kick in the ropes…

CAUGHT.

RONGYAO!

The Chinese word for “glory” was in Inverted Chokeslam Facebuster and all it took from him was one move to turn the tide. Yuma Wakaba was flattened on the mat and The Great Wall did something odd…

He threw him over to Ai Tso.

“Zuò chū nǐ de xuǎnzé!” The Great Wall screamed.

He even kicked his fallen body over to Ai Tso. He said “make your choice” to Ai Tso.

What was he doing?

Ai Tso looked at him…

Wakaba…

And nothing!

The crowd booed Ai Tso as he shook his head at his tag team partner of a year and The Great Wall nodded. He grabbed Wakaba and lifted him up…

FIVE STARS VICE!

The Inverted Chokeslam Facebuster might have done the job already but the Head and Arm Choke did it for sure. Wakaba was already out so the referee had no choice to call for the bell…

DING DING DING!

Just like that, he dropped Wakaba to the ground and his body went lifeless. Ai Tso climbed into the ring and now stood over Yuma, seemingly not even fearing what The Great Wall and Xiang were doing in the ring. He stood in between Yuma and The Xiang Dynasty and then walked over to pull Wakaba up by the arm. He tried to help the man he called friend up…

SNAP STO!

Yuma was SPIKED into the mat, courtesy of a vicious Snap STO from the Judo practitioner! He drove him down and stood back up, growling at him. Xiang and The Great Wall turned to Ai Tso and since Xiang was still fresh as a daisy, he motioned for the microphone.

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“Last week, I made Ai Tso here an offer…” he began, cutting through the crowd’s booing. “Stay where you’re at. Be underappreciated. Be taken advantage of. Listen to the advice of inferior beings. Or join us. Join our cause, join our stable and join The Great Wall’s side and you will have a future with us!”

Xiang raised the hand of Ai Tso.

“Needless to say… Tā míngzhì de xuǎnzéle. He chose wisely.”

“Born In China” played and The Great Wall patted Ai Tso on the back. The Xiang Dynasty had finally grown by one member and now Ai Tso had left with the new tandem, not even looking back at a man that he teamed with for a year or so. Ai Tso had been at the bottom always looking for opportunities in nbW and now with the way The Xiang Dynasty had been making enemies and running roughshod over their opponents recently…

Those opportunities would finally come for young Ai Tso.

 

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Taking Action

GM Harmen's Office

The scene opened up inside of Jack Harmen’s office. We see him pacing back and forth while Richie Keal is quivering somewhere in the back corner of the room. Harmen, who is usually quick with a witty remark here and there looked awfully serious. One would guess that Harmen was thinking as he paced back and forth, but it became quite obvious that he was waiting when he checked his phone for the time.

Almost on cue, as he slipped the phone back into his pocket, the door to his office flung open. Derecho entered the room and slammed the door behind him to the point where some of the picture frames on Harmen’s wall ratlled. Derecho and Harmen came face to face in the middle of his office as Richie continued to hide behind a plant in the back corner.

“D-bag, what are you doing here? Don’t you realize that I should have suspended you after you put your hands on me?!” Harmen shouted, temperature rising, face burning re. “You also realize you’d have just screwed yourself out of your match against Spike Saunders at Legacy, right? Better luck NEXT year.”

Derecho simply stood there, staring a hole through Harmen. It was as if those remarks had no affect him whatsoever. Harmen simply nodded as if he acknowledged the fact that Derecho didn’t care.

“But i’m a fair man.” Harmen sneered. “Sometimes. And so, I’m NOT going to suspend you for putting your hands on me, because I can TAKE it. You already mentioned, doesn’t matter if you’re suspended, fined, terminated, or thrown out of a hot air balloon with concrete slippers into a vat of pirhanas… you’d still cause your chaos. And while I normally ENJOY revealing in chaos, it’s only when I AM THE ONE BEING CHAOTIC!” Harmen smiled. “So, there’s only one way to deal with this whole shee-bang....”

Derecho grinned.

“So I have my match, then?”

“Tonight? Yeah… you got a match,” Harmen couldn’t help but smile. “But it’s not against Spike Saunders.”

Derecho looked thoroughly confused by those words.

“No, see, tonight…” Harmen stepped up even closer to Derecho, so they were literally breathing on top of each other. “Tonight, your match is against ME.”

The crowd in the background erupted as they were about to experience a once in a lifetime matchup! The legendary High Flyer against Derecho in an NBW ring, one on one!

“Year after year I’ve had to deal with your SHIT D-bag, and I’ve had it. I’ve had it with your threats, your commotions, your demands, you’re I’M DA GRATIST BESTEST PERSON in da ‘HOLE WORLD.” Harmen sneered. “That insatiable ego, it’s going to be sated because I’m going to make a special exception for YOU, tonight. I’m here to make nbW the best it could ever be, and if that involves me lacing up the boots again and making you PAY for disrespecting a senior executive… SO BE IT.”

Derecho simply laughed at Harmen.

“Have it your way. There’s a reason why you go by Jack Harmen now. That’s because inside of you… High Flyer is dead… and after tonight, so will Jack Harmen.”

Derecho turned and walked towards the door. He was about the grab the handle and turn it, but he stopped and peered over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry. I’ll only bring you to the brink of death. After all, you still need to get me my match.”

With that, Derecho exited the office and slammed the door behind him. Harmen balled up his fist and slammed it down on top of his desk, toppling a stack of papers. Richie poked his head out from behind the plant to see if the coast was clear.

“Should…” Richie timidly stepped forward, “Should I pick those up?”

As the scene faded to black while the beats of 'Holding out for a Hero' can be heard.

El Avestruz Versus Alex Reyn

"The following contest is set for one fall! Already in the ring, he is one half of the supersquad! El Avestruz!"

As El stared grimfaced up the ramp, Melissa Vanderart provided some context.

"Last week, Avestruz's partner Emo Kevin was violently savaged at the hands of The East Wind, Alex Reyn, Tonight he looks to get some measure of revenge for his partner who we still have not recieved an update on regarding his condition.

C.G Gaine's shook his head.

"This is not going to end well..."

A soft chant began to spread throughout the area. Starting as a whisper but growing into a chorus as the lights darkened while images began to flicker on the viewers screens. Images of violence, war, and a solitary figure watching it all.

The chanting had grown louder now and the drumbeats of Nightwish’s “Seven Days to the Wolves rose in volume as mist spread throughout the stadium, ghostly images of great heroes and villains forming two parallel lines along the ramp.

The rock part of the song kicked in and thunder roared while fire erupted on the stage, revealing the cowled form of the East Wind Alex Reyn. Hands outstretched over the flames, he was shirtless save for an open black cloak with a wolf skull mask. His body covered in ancient symbols and markings that seem almost to glow and move in the firelight. 

He began to walk forward, and the ghostly figures knelt as he approached them, only to rise up as he passes them. As if more energised. Turning to watch as he walked, himself never breaking eye contact with the ring.

“Howl! Seven days to the wolves
Where will we be when they come?
Seven days to the poison
And a place in heaven
Time drawing near us
They come to take us”


He climbs atop the top rope and looks out, surveying the arena with an appraising eye as thunder crackled once again.

Coldly, he stepped down. Removing the cowl and placing it on the ringpost. Dropping into a low crouch to stare down his opponent.

DING! DING! DING!

Avestruz had seen what Reyn had done to his partner, and he wasn’t about to let it happen to him! Immediately, he went on the attack! Charging madly towards the East Wind!

Only to eat a jumping knee to the jaw.

The blow practically snapped his neck in half and Reyn instantly slipped behind him! Locking in an inverted facelock…

EAST WIND CUTTER!! (Lifting Rolling Cutter)

ONE!!





TWO!!




THREE!!

The bell hadn’t even rung yet as Reyn pulled himself to his feet. Grabbing the unconscious El by the scruff off his neck, he dragged him over to slump in the corner.

Then he went out of the ring and grabbed a chair,

“STOP IT!” the voice rang through the PA system. Everyone in the arena looked around to see whose voice it may have been. Then Max Hopper stepped into the aisle. “Don’t do this! What did this little fella ever do to deserve this?” he pleaded. “We’ve got our match next week. You can’t wait just ONE week without trying to kill someone?”

Alex looked incredibly BORED as his gaze turned to Max Hopper.

“Welcome back, I suppose. Are you actually going to try and STOP me this time? Or are you simply going to stand there and posture?”

He had already resumed climbing back into the ring.

“Look? What do you want? You want me to beg you to stop this?” the Czar of Bizarre got down on his knees. “Well here I am, begging you, spare him! Stop killing all of the inhabitants of our planet... and all of our wrestlers!”

“Your pleas mean nothing to me, You care about this vermin? Fight for him. Save him. Before I take him from you.”

He layed the chair on the bottom turnbuckle, wedging it against Avestruz’s throat.

Then he backed off into the opposite corner.

“The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few... The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few…” the paranormal investigator kept muttering the famous Star Trek phrase under his breath, trying to remind, and perhaps convince, himself. “Oh, to hell with it.” Max hopped to his feet and charged the ring. He had seen enough and simply couldn’t stand it anymore! The universe may have been put at great risk by what he was doing, but he was damned if he was going to just stand by and watch yet another innocent bystander being injured by this evil spirit!

“RUN!” Max Hopper warned El Avestruz, as he had captured the East Wind’s attention. He charged the ring and leaped up onto the apron, looking for a springboard Hopper Can Rana, but Reyn had seen him coming and charged towards Hopper, sliding out the ring and grabbing Max’s ankle to yank him off in one fluid motion. There was a sickening smack as the Czar of the Bizarre’s head hit the apron on the way down.

Max was slumped and dazed for merely a second, but that was all it took as Reyn bent him double and rammed the top of his skull into the ring edge.

El Avestuz had pulled himself out of the corner, and was trying to crawl out the ring, but Alex grabbed the chair and cracked it across his skull! Ernie tried to get up, but Alex swung the edge of the chair into his ribs, before bringing it down on his back!

He stood over both of them, looking down at Max Hopper.

“Pathetic. I KNOW this isn’t your best effort, Max Hopper. You were more of a challenge to me when you were wounded fighting the masked one. You’re still scared aren’t you? Still concerning yourself with this “future” nonsense. I have told you time, and TIME again. The future is yours to forge. And yet you cling like a coward to the familiar and seen. I told you Hopper: Everything that happens will be on YOUR head. You could save these people, but you won’t. Even when a friend’s life is on the line, you can’t muster the courage to truly save him. ...And they call ME a monster.”

Max tried to lunge at Reyn, but a spinning kick brought him low.

“ENOUGH!” Reyn roared “Either come at me with your best efforts or lie down and die! Either way, stop wasting my time!”

Grabbing a chair, he brought it down upon MaX Hopper’s skull again and again and again1

Meanwhile, amidst the violence, El tried to crawl away, only to cry out in pain as Alex stood upon his hand.

“Speaking of waste…”

Alex turned down to eye Avestruz like a hawk eyeing a mouse.

“I have something to dispose of.”

He grabbed Avestuz by the neck and RAMMED him into the ringsteps, knocking them out of place! Grabbing the now bleeding Avestruz’s skull, he forced it in the tigt gap between the steps and the ring corner.

Then he backed away…

Max saw what he was about to do! He fought off the pain, he had to stop this! Had to pull Avestrux out the way! He couldn’t let…

But if they fought now, the future would come undone…

A sickening crack as Reyn dropkicked the steps told him he had been too late.

Alex Reyn looked down at a horrified Max Hopper, slumped on his knees. His face was ghost white and his arm was outstretched towards the limp body of his friend. He had been mere seconds from pulling him to safety.

“Next week, I am going to RELISH, disposing of you.”

 

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Jack Harmen Versus Derecho

Derecho had been a thorn in Jack Harmen’s side ever since he arrived in NBW. The two have had a war of words over the years and it was no secret that these two didn’t like each other one bit. Earlier tonight, Derecho breached the last line of sanity with Harmen to the point where he was going to take matters into his own hands, but not by any ruling. Harmen was going to take on Derecho here tonight in a one on one match!

“Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne

The fans erupted in unison cheers as Jack Harmen stepped out from the backstage area, wearing his General Manager suit and pink bow tie. He stormed through the fog on the ramp and quickly made his way down the ramp and to the ring. He had on his game face, his serious face, and all his stern qualities, as he hardly even stopped to slap the hands of extended fan’s reaching out to him. Harmen climbed up the ring steps onto the apron, and turned to the cheering crowd. He threw up his trademark Devil Horn taunt to cheers, before reaching up, removing his box tie, and tearing away his GM suit to reveal his classic nbW ring attire. Harmen entered the ring, and began conversing with the senior official as the cheers subsided...

Lights Out!

“I am….

….I am”

“Charisma” by WASP

The lights in the arena pulsed as Derecho stood there on the top of the entrance ramp with his back to the ring.  Derecho turned and began his descent to the ring looking rather confident.  He stopped at the bottom of the entrance ramp and walked around ringside where he walked up the steps.  Derecho stepped into the ring and outstretched his arms in the center of the ring, soaking up all of the boos from the crowd.  The arena returned to normal as Derecho shot a death glare over at Jack Harmen who didn’t look phased one bit.

After referee Chuck Radford checked to see if both men were ready, he called for the bell.

DING

DING

DING

Derecho and Harmen came face to face. The crowd was cheering because this was a dream match for some.  Two men who grew up and were products of the golden age of wrestling. In an era where companies such as NBW are few and far between, many thought these two would never cross paths, but yet, here in NBW, Jack Harmen.. the former High Flyer and Derecho stood face to face!
 
Derecho simply grinned as Harmed had a serious look on his face, for once.  Derecho didn't like the look that Harmen was showing him and he slapped him across the face.  Harmen checked his mouth to see if he still had all his teeth and then swung with a right hand, but Derecho ducked underneath.  Derecho turned and fired rights and lefts, combination blows to the face of Harmen. He then grabbed Harmen by the arms and whipped him across the ring, but Harmen leapt up onto the middle rope and twisted off with a Flying Cross Body, catching Derecho and knocking him down to the canvas with a cover at that!

One....

Two...

Derecho got the shoulder up!
 
Harmen stood as did Derecho.  Harmen motioned to Derecho that he was that close to pinning him right off the bat and this infuriated Derecho. Derecho charged in and swung with a lariat, but Harmen ducked and caught Derecho with a right hand as he spun around, staggering him back toward the ropes.  Harmen then pressed Derecho against the ropes before shooting him across the ring. Harmen telegraphed a back body drop but Derecho kicked Harmen hard in the chest, the smack echoing throughout the SaskTel Centre!  Derecho tried for a lariat again, but Harmen ducked underneath.  They turned around and Harmen caught Derecho in the stomach with a toe kick. He hooked Derecho, lifting him for his a Brainbuster, but Derecho caught Harmen in the head with a knee strike, not wanting to fall prey to the same sequence twice..
 
Harmen tried for the Brainbuster again, but again, Derecho hit the knee strike to the top of Harmen's head to counter.  Derecho then countered into a Vertical Suplex.  He held on and turned over, pulling Harmen back to his feet.  Derecho then hit a Snap Suplex and continued to hold on as he turned Harmen over and pulled him up once again.  Derecho then tried to switch it up by lifting Harmen up for the Split-Legged Gordbuster, but he converted it to an A Forever Reminder.. the Emerald Flowsion.. or at least he would have if Harmen didn't float over and land behind Derecho!  Harmen grabbed Derecho into a reverse face lock and fell backward, driving the back of Derecho's head into the canvas with a Reverse DDT! Harmen backed into the corner and stomped his foot into the canvas!  The fans knew what was coming as Derecho pulled himself up to his feet.  Harmen charged in, looking for the Running Yakuza Kick, but Derecho sidestepped and grabbed Harmen by the waist, popping off a Snap Release German Suplex!!

Derecho quickly went for the cover, hooking the leg.

One....
 
Two...
 
NO!!

Harmen got the shoulder up!

Harmen slowly got back to his feet as Derecho stalked him. Derecho hit a toe hit and went for an Irish Whip into the corner, but Harmen reversed it and sent Derecho into the buckles instead! Harmen charged in full steam and leapt into the corner with a Running Body Splash! He pulled Derecho out of the corner with a front face lock and went for the running bulldog, but Derecho shoved him off! Harmen turned around and charged back at Derecho, but Derecho sidestepped him and shoved Harmen towards the buckles, but as he was one to think quickly on his feet,  Harmen stepped onto the middle ropes, pivoted, and sat atop the top turnbuckle.  Derecho gritted his teeth and charged in, but ate a quick boot to the face. Harmen reached down and grabbed Derecho’s head in a front face lock and  motioned to the crowd for a Tornado DDT, but was he spun off, Derecho shoved him away!
 
Harmen landed on his feet and immediately charged in, but Derecho stepped forward and hit a Drop Toe Hold, sending Harmen face first into the bottom turnbuckle pad!! Harmen held his face in pain as Derecho grabbed him by the leg and pulled him out from the corner, going for the cover.

One….

Two…

Harmen got the shoulder up!

Harmen was still down. Derecho knelt down next to Harmen and grabbed him by the hair, yelling into his face.
 
"WHEN I ASK FOR SOMETHING… YOU GIVE IT TO ME!"

Derecho slapped Harmen across the face before pulling him up to his feet which was met by a chorus of boos from the crowd. Derecho then hoisted him up onto his shoulder, but Harmen shocked Derecho by slipping off, avoiding A Forever Reminder for a second time!  Harmen staggered back so when Derecho turned around, Harmen had just enough room to run in and kick Derecho straight in the face!

LOCOMOTIVE!!!
 
The running Yakuza Kick found its mark, but Derecho rolled out of the ring and down to the floor!  Harmen held his head in pain as he looked to the outside from a knelt position.  Harmen shook off the pain and rolled to the outside where Derecho was on dream street.  Harmen pulled Derecho to his feet and whipped him into the Steel Ring Steps!  Derecho hit back and shoulder first into them with force.  Harmen then looked to the announce tables as he walked over and hopped up on top of one. Harmen took aim and leapt off, hitting Derecho with a Seated Missile Drop Kick, slamming Derecho back into the ring steps once more!!
 
"HARMEN!"
"HARMEN!"
"HARMEN!"
"HARMEN!"
"HARMEN!"

The crowd was on fire for Jack Harmen as he pulled Derecho up off the floor.  He rolled Derecho back into the ring and then hopped up onto the ring apron. Harmen climbed up the turnbuckle pads in the corner and took aim on Derecho. He leapt off and connected with the Swanton Bomb!  Harmen turned and covered Derecho, hooking the leg deep!

One...
 
Two...
 
NO!!

Derecho got the shoulder up!
 
Many thought it was over as did Harmen as he pounded his fist into the canvas. Harmen decided not to give up and pulled Derecho up to his feet.  Harmen picked Derecho up and scoop slammed him back down onto the canvas and went to the corner.  He hopped to the middle turnbuckle.. then the top turnbuckle before flipping off with the Triple Jump Moonsault, but Derecho moved out of the way!  Luckily, Harmen had the presence of mind to sense that and he flipped over and landed on his feet!

Derecho got up as Harmen charged in, but Derecho grabbed Harmen and nailed an Exploder Suplex into the turnbuckles!!!!
 
"OOOOOOHHHHH!!!!" exclaimed the crowd loudly!
 
Harmen was folded up like an accordion. It took a moment for him to regain his bearings, but as soon as he did, he used the ropes to pull himself up so he could turn and face Derecho quickly. Derecho grabbed Harmen and whipped him across the ring into the opposite corner. Derecho charged in, but Harmen delivered a toe kick to Derecho, doubling him over.  Harmen crossed Derecho's arms before placing him in a front face lock.  He quickly lifted Derecho up and dropped him on his head with the Straightjacket Brain Buster..

HYPOTHERMIA!!!
 
The crowd hit their feet as Harmen laid there. It was an obvious desperation move to try and regain full control of this match. A few moments passed as Harmen turned Derecho over, hooking the leg.
 
One....

Two....
 
Thre.. NO!!!

Derecho kicked out, but even with how much time had passed, Derecho barely got the shoulder up! Either Derecho took as much of that count as he could to regain energy, or that Hypothermia did some severe damage.
 
Harmen, still, couldn't believe it.  What did he have to do in order to put Derecho away!?  Those were the questions racing through Harmen's mind right now as he stood.  He looked to the corner and decided it was time to pull it out.  Harmen climbed up to the very top with his back to the ring.  He looked back and flipped off...
 
FLYING MOON SHOT!!

WHAM!!

MISSED!

Derecho moved and avoided the Top Rope Moonsault from Jack Harmen!  Harmen held his stomach as Derecho got to his feet.  He noticed Harmen on his knees and he lunged in..
 
SHINING WIZARD!!
 
Derecho with the cover!

One...

Two...

NO!!

Harmen kicked out!
 
Derecho quickly scrambled to his feet and grabbed Harmen.  He pulled him up and positioned him right in the center of the ring.  He hoisted Harmen up onto his shoulder and there was no countering it this time as Derecho dropped him on the back of his neck.
 
A FOREVER REMINDER!!

Derecho made the cover, hooking both legs as the crowd booed heavily in the background

One...
 
Two..
 
Three....???

NO!!!!!

JACK HARMEN JUST KICKED OUT OF A FOREVER REMINDER!!! DERECHO WAS BESIDE HIMSELF IN DISBELIEF!
 
"THIS IS AWESOME!" Clap Clap ClapClapClap
"THIS IS AWESOME!" Clap Clap ClapClapClap
"THIS IS AWESOME!" Clap Clap ClapClapClap
"THIS IS AWESOME!" Clap Clap ClapClapClap
"THIS IS AWESOME!" Clap Clap ClapClapClap
 
Derecho just hit his best move and the former High Flyer showed why he is a legend in this business by kicking out of it!  What goes through your mind when something like that happens!?  Derecho sat there in the middle of the ring next to Harmen who was laying on his stomach, wondering just what the hell to do next... then it came to Derecho.

Derecho stood and grabbed Harmen, dragging him away from the center and towards the corner.  Derecho then headed to the opposite corner and climbed up to the very top.  He looked to decapitate Harmen with this one move!  He leapt off..

SHOW STEALER!!

TOO BAD HARMEN MOVED!!

Derecho's top rope leg drop hit the canvas and not Harmen!  Derecho held his leg and his ass as both were in pain!  Harmen stood and pulled Derecho up. He quickly hoisted him up onto his shoulders. He tried to spin Derecho off for a TKO, but Derecho landed on his feet, but the pain from that impact kicked in and he stumbled backwards, falling against the middle rope.  Harmen turned and saw Derecho leaning there.  Harmen took off to the opposite side of the ring. He bounced off the ropes, but Derecho stepped into Harmen's path and grabbed him by the neck!!!
 
CHOKE SLAM!!!
 
The Choke Slam has been in Derecho’s arsenal for years, but he rarely ever uses it. For him to use it in a match reveals that Derecho will not underestimate an opponent like him. At the same time, it shows how desperate Derecho wants to win this match.  He went to the corner and climbed to the very top turnbuckle.. Derecho was slow to do so, but he managed to get up top.. He took aim and leapt off with his patented signature move..
 
FROG SPLASH!!!

It connected!

Cover!

One....
 
Two...
 
Thre..NO!!!

HARMEN STILL KICKED OUT!
 
The crowd was going ballistic over this match!  Derecho and Harmen were pulling out all of the stops here!  Derecho was about to pull his hair out of his head!  He knew had to end this match and end it fast.  Derecho rolled out of the ring and lifted up the ring apron. He became so desperate that he didn’t care if he got disqualified. He pulled out a steel chair!

Derecho got back into the ring just as Harmen had staggered to his feet, but no sooner did Derecho stand...
 
SMACK!!

SUPER KICK FROM HARMEN!!

Harmen lost his balance from the pain and punishment that he had absorbed in this match.  Derecho was out on his back. The chair was dropped on the canvas as he never even had a chance to use it!  Harmen regained his composure and walked over to the chair, picking it up off the canvas.  Harmen looked down at the chair as if he contemplated using it. Chuck Radford warned Harmen that he would get disqualified if he did. That’s when Harmen threw the chair away and yelled “COME ON!” at Derecho, daring him to get back to his feet!

The crowd roared for Harman as Derecho shook off the Super Kick as much as he could, but he was still on dream street even as he was sitting up.  Derecho turned and had to use the ropes to pull himself up.  Once vertical, Derecho turned and stumbled toward Harmen.
 
SMACK!!!!
 

HarmenDerecho

RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH ANOTHER SUPER KICK!!!

One...
 
Two...

Thr..!??

DERECHO KICKED OUT! It was now Harmen that was beside himself!

Harmen had no choice but to press forward. He grabbed Derecho and pulled him back up to his feet.  Harmen delivered the toe kick and then took off to the ropes..

LOCOMOTIVE...
 
..AVOIDED!!

Derecho side stepped and got behind Harmen.. He hooked him with a waist lock and went for the German Suplex, but Harmen floated over and landed on his feet. Harmen was a bit wobbly and Derecho took the opportunity to charge in with a lariat, but much like how this match began, Harmen ducked it and took off to the ropes. Harmen leapt into the air with a flying version of the Yakuza Kick…

LOCOMOTIVE… SWATTED AWAY!!!

Derecho shoved Harmen out of mid-air! Derecho quickly grabbed him and pulled him back up to his feet where he was already behind him. Derecho hooked Harmen in the Half Nelson and cradled the leg...

LEGENDS GET FORGOTTEN!!!
 
Derecho dropped Harmen on the back of his neck with the Regalplex!! Derecho had the cover, hooking the leg deep as the referee slid back into the ring.
 
One....

Two...
 
THREE!!!

The crowd erupted in boos as Derecho just pinned the legendary High Flyer in the middle of the ring in what was a tremendous match! Derecho stood up as Chuck Radford raised Derecho’s hand into the air, the arena filled with boos.  Derecho wore a shit-eating grin on his face, but that grin wouldn’t last long as the crowd suddenly erupted!

Through the people itself and straight into the ring, unbeknownst to Derecho, came Spike Saunders!  Derecho turned around and the only thing he saw was Spike leaping up onto the air and throwing his massive fist right into Derecho’s face!

BOOM! HEADSHOT!!!

Derecho hit the canvas hard and Spike wasted no time in picking him up. Spike hoisted Derecho up into the Gory Guerrero Special. Everyone knew where it was going from there…. The flip into the sitout powerbomb!!

DREAMKILLER!!

Saunders stood up and placed his foot on the chest of the former three-time world champion. Saunders motioned for a microphone and he was not going anywhere to get it. The time keeper handed a microphone to Chuck Radford in the ring who then, in turn, handed it to Spike Saunders. Saunders continued to look down at Derecho as he brought the microphone up to his lips.

“You’ve wanted an answer for so long. The answer is…. You have your match”

Saunders dropped the microphone on top of Derecho which made a loud “POOM” sound.  Saunders exited the ring and headed up the ramp, looking back at a laid out Derecho in the ring!

With that.. The match has been set. A match over a decade in the making. Derecho vs Spike Saunders to settle it all at Legacy!

 

Laying down the Law

Backstage

Health Fanatics were heading to the ring.  In a role reversal, Mercer and Ironside were coming towards them, reaping cheers from the partisan Canadian crowd.  Somner smiled and with good reason...

Brady and Strauss headed a 10-strong security team, like the referees did at Slam 96, to stop these two teams from turning their war of words into a proper full-on fight.  We can't have that in wrestling, can we?

Through the wall, Mercer  pointed at Somner:  "Getting Starsky and Hutch to do your work for you, eh?"

From over two metres in the air, a slightly miffed police officer spewed:  "It's Brady and Strauss."

Looking up, Mercer didn't blink:  "Yeah, we know who you are."

Strauss came in from the side:  "Any problems here?"

Everyone was on edge when a fearless Ironside fired a warning:  "There will be if either of you touch my partner."

"Ditto," Strauss cautioned David.

Michael urged Ironside to leave as Somner mockingly waved them off from the safety of being behind the finest Los Angeles had to offer.

 

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A-List (c) Versus Clan Strongbern
Dynasty Tag Team Championships

“I’m curious to know who your pick is for this next match, C.G.” Melissa said. “We’ve got two of your favorite non-fan favorites going at it with the coveted Dynasty Tag Team Titles on the line!”

“My heart wins!” C.G. said. “I like Clan Strongbern’s incredibly physical approach. They’ve been seeking the opportunity to be taken seriously for a long time and now they have it! They fight the very cunning and talented A-List. They’ve beaten The Unstoppables twice!”

“So have Clan Strongbern, and many have argued the only reason A-List still have the belts is because Clan Strongbern helped them win! Meanwhile, Clan Strongbern were just straight-up better than The Unstoppables on two occasions AND they beat The A-List in a non-title match last week to lead up to this match!”

“The A-List ALWAYS have a plan when it counts! If they don’t, Clan Strongbern might walk out of this match victorious!”

“All right, let’s take it to Brent Williams! The A-List defend the nbW Dynasty Tag Team Titles against Clan Strongbern, represented by Ri-Khan and Big Rick Strongbern!”

And to the ring we go!”

“The following contest is a tag team bout set for one fall and is for the nbW Dynasty Tag Team Championships!”

The crowd pop for the mention of the coveted championships being up for grabs!

Tonight, it was time for a change of theme for the stable.

A rugged guitar riff hit the speakers.

“STRONG-BERN!”

Another guitar riff.

“STRONG-BERN!”

One more guitar riff.

“STRONG-BERN!”

“Kill It (Strongbern Death Mix)” by Fight. 

The theme erupted from the arena speakers with a thundering boom as the lights in the arena went pitch-black. Suddenly, a HUGE spotlight shone on the stage and one by one, the monsters came out to play.
 
“Little” Ricky Strongbern, the near-seven footer. Back to his barbarian attire since he was told he couldn’t wear it.
 
The monstrous powerhouse Rik Bonebreaker-Strongbern in his warpaint.
 
The wild attack dog, Ri-Khan Strongbern, who grabbed the camera and let loose a loud growl! Still in his warpaint and camo attire.
 
And of course…
 
The camera panned down to show Big Rick Strongbern. 5’8” and 225 of the nastiest pounds you ever done saw’d walking out with his arms behind his back like the ring general he claimed to be. The Generalissimo of Clan Strongbern stomped toward the ring with a look of determination on his face.

“Introducing the challengers… weighing in at 514 pounds… accompanied by Little Ricky Strongbern and Rik Bonebreaker-Strongbern… they are the team of Big Rick Strongbern and Ri-Khan Strongbern… CLAN STRONGBERN!

Big Rick raised a fist and Ri-Khan let out a loud howl that a few fans even reciprocated! Clan Strongbern were not nice guys, but compared to any member of The In Crowd these days, Clan Strongbern would probably be slightly more favored. Their music cut out as the

Backstage, we see the duo of El Principe and VIP leave their private locker room and make the short walk to the curtains where a couple of guards salute them and march towards the ringside area.  Waiting there, and we're talking about a matter of yards, is a limousine.  One of the guards hands the esteemed individuals over to a chauffeur, who opens the door for them to get in.
 
Ridiculously slow and short, the driver escorts them for ten seconds or so prior to getting out himself and holding the door yet again, this time for the ego-inflated outfit to step out.
 
A red carpet leading to the steps is trodden by the twosome, Principe in front, and they wipe their feet again before the ring is graced with THEIR presence.
 
"And their opponents… weighing a combined four hundred and seventy-eight pounds...The Crown Prince of Lucha Libre, El Principe and his partner VIP... they are the nbW Dynasty Tag Team Champions… they are A-LIST!"
 
Price and El Principe enjoyed the jeers of the fans as they entered the ring. Despite things not going their way last week, A-List seemed very confident and when under pressure, they did great things with the titles. Referee Simon Brack raised the Dynasty Tag Team Titles in the air to show what was on the line…

DING DING DING!

The bell rang and the action was going to start with Victor Ingram Price and Ri-Khan about to go at it.  The two circled around one another…

SNEAK ATTACK BY EL PRINCIPE!

The Crown Prince of Lucha Libre went right after the knee of the Attack Dog with a big Chop Block and at the same time, Victor ran forward and CLOCKED Big Rick with a cheap shot, knocking him off the ring apron! That’s when he turned over to Ri-Khan…

Tag made to El Principe!

SKY’S THE LIMIT!

Ri-Khan was about 290, but VIP was a strapping 250 and 6’4” so they were able to hit a combination Sky High Powerbomb/Neckbreaker combination only twenty seconds into the match! El Principe tried to steal the win right away!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--- NO!

Ri-Khan shouted and kicked El Principe off of him, but that was a brilliant ploy on behalf of nbW’s dominant and sneaky tag team. El Principe grabbed the leg of Ri-Khan while Rik and Little Ricky watched from ringside. He dropped a trifecta of elbows into the knee joint of Ri-Khan to keep him from being able to use his signature kicks. Ri-Khan tried to kick him away with his other free leg, but El Principe cranked back on the knee.

Tag made to VIP!

While the Leg Lock was still on by El Principe, VIP ran into the ring and sped forward, connecting with a Running Single Leg Dropkick to the side of Ri-Khan’s exposed skull! El Principe left the ring and now VIP tried to steal another victory and retain the nbW Dynasty Tag Team Titles!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Ri-Khan kicked out again!

“Three, dipshit!” Victor yelled at the official while slapping his hands. “One. Two. Three. Like that!”

Victor went back to putting some boots to the leg of Ri-Khan before making the tag back to El Principe. He held Ri-Khan in place by the head while El Principe went to the knee! Big Rick got back on the ring apron and now he went to end things quickly. He placed Ri-Khan’s knee on the bottom rope and tried to execute a Seated Senton on it.

I say “Tried” because Ri-Khan used the other boot and KICKED El Principe through the ropes!

“No! No!”

Victor started to panic while Ri-Khan ran off the ropes…

TAG TO BIG RICK!   

Big Rick Strongbern might have gotten the first face pop of his career as he entered the ring and struck VIP with a cheap shot, as receipt for earlier.

“SUCK MY DICK, LITTLE MAN!” Big Rick bellowed.

His attention was focused on the legal man El Principe coming back into the ring and he got lit up with STIFF Knife-Edge Chops to the chest! Even though he was covered from head to toe in a bright blue lucha-themed outfit, one could easily tell El Principe was wincing in pain from the blows. He tried to whip El Principe into a corner, but The Crown Prince of Lucha Libre put on the brakes and sent him flying to the corner. When he charged in, he got nothing but an elbow to the face for his troubles!

Big Rick cracked him with a HARD Headbutt right to the chest and wobbled El Principe before running off the ropes…

SPEAR!

The crowd popped for Big Rick popping off a Spear snapping El Principe up and over. When he popped back to his feet, Big Rick jumped and SMACKED the masked man with an Enzuigiri! He was wobbled now and then pulled him over to the corner…

Tag to Ri-Khan! Big Rick scooped up El Principe with a big slam and then drove him down before running over him with a Running Senton! Big Rick moved out of the way so Ri-Khan could follow…

KHANNONBALL!

The crowd cringed from the near 300-pound Ri-Khan running him over with a Cannonball Senton! Ri-Khan covered him for the titles!

ONE!

TWO!

THR… SAVED BY VICTOR!

VIP ran into the ring in the nick of time and kept their dominant reign from coming to an end! Big Rick came into the ring and grabbed Victor by his hair, but the blonde braggart (of the non-Tockwell variety) grabbed Big Rick and threw him to the outside! Ri-Khan charged and clocked him with a Yakuza Kick and sent him to the outside! But when Ri-Khan didn’t pay attention, El Principe tried to roll him up with a Schoolboy!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

The action in the match was going 100 miles an hour so far with both teams being close to victory! When El Principe tried to stand up, he was surprised by Ri-Khan beating him to his feet first…

THRUST SPINEBUSTER!

Ri-Khan let out a howl because now he and Big Rick were in control of the match! El Principe was now at the mercy of Clan Strongbern who were not known for being merciful. Big Rick was back up on the ring apron and Ri-Khan made the tag! He dumped El Principe on the ground like a sack of potatoes and then tagged to Big Rick. The pocket-sized powerhouse rolled into the ring and stomped away at El Principe.

“MY! BELTS! MINE! MINE! MINE!”

He yelled with each stomp. El Principe tried to sit up which was proving to be a costly mistake…

STRONG-ARM LARIAT!

The Sliding Lariat from one Big Rick Strongbern caught him in the face and then he tried to cover VIP!

ONE!

TWO!

TH… NO!

Big Rick shot a glance at Simon Brack.

“THE PRETTY BOY OVER THERE IS RIGHT… YOU CAN’T COUNT, CAN YOU?” Big Rick yelled.

Simon Brack shrugged as Big Rick pulled El Principe back over to the corner. Clan Strongbern had learned from their mistakes the last time they fought A-List and were now gelling better. Despite winning last week, Big Rick and Ri-Khan had better synergy and now they went to the corner and tried to end things. The tag was made to Ri-Khan and now the two kicked away at El Principe while Victor Ingram Price continued to watch from his corner.

“Come on, Prince, let’s go!” Victor shouted.

The long-reigning Dynasty Tag Team Champions were in peril now as Ri-Khan put more boots to El Principe. He grabbed him by the waist and THREW him up and over with a vicious Gutwrench Toss! He hit the mat with tremendous force and now Ri-Khan walked over to where he got thrown. He was once again pulled up and thrown into the corner…

HAMMER FOREARMS!

He VICIOUSLY batted El Principe across the head with a series of hard bear-like Forearms to either side of the head! After that, he charged in and CRACKED him in the gut with a huge running Body Avalanche! El Principe collapsed on the mat while Ri-Khan let out another howl.

“RRRRRRAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The mixed reaction for either team was getting louder and louder, some siding with Clan Strongbern and others booing them. Either case, Ri-Khan grabbed El Principe up off the mat again and locked him in an aggressively tight Bearhug!

He shook El Principe violently and tried to wear down The Crown Prince of Lucha Libre! He had taken a beating from Clan Strongbern and needed a desperate counter to save himself from certain defeat.

“TAP, FUCKER! TAP OUT!” Big Rick shouted.

Ri-Khan continued to shake El Principe over his shoulder so he did what any good bad guy would do in this situation…

DOLORES BELL!

A swift Bell Clap disoriented Ri-Khan for a moment, but he didn’t let go!

DOLORES BELL!

He did it a second time! Ri-Khan finally let go, but just to be an asshole and add insult to injury, The Crown Prince of Lucha Libra CLAWED the eye of Ri-Khan! This disoriented the monster and gave him a free path to make the tag…

TAG TO VIP!

Ri-Khan also stumbled over to the corner and made the tag to Big Rick!

It was VIP and Big Rick meeting in the middle of the ring! VIP swung wildly with a Clothesline, but Big Rick ducked it and another STIFF Knife-Edge Chop right on the chest! The two exchanged blows.

Right jab from VIP!

Chop from Big Rick!

Right jab by VIP!

Chop from Big Rick!

Right jab by VIP!

Chop from Big Rick!

Right jab by VIP!

Chop from Big Rick!

The jabs were winning out over the chops and Victor eventually won out by delivering a knee to the chest of Big Rick! Big Rick was stunned and that allowed Victor Ingram Price to run off the ropes, running over Big Rick in the process with a big Clothesline! Big Rick got up a second time and got laid out with a second one! That’s when Victor whipped him up and off the ropes, connecting on Big Rick with a Belly to Back Suplex!
 
Victor turned around and snapped him up, this time taking him over with Vertical Suplex! Where suplexes were concerned, one was never enough so he pulled up Big Rick by the neck and DRILLED him with a Fisherman’s Neckbreaker!

The trifecta of moves might help keep the Dynasty Tag Team Titles for A-List!

ONE!

TWO!

THR… PULLED OFF BY RI-KHAN!

Rik and Little Ricky continued to watch the match from ringside and Rik looked to be waiting for a chance to interfere in the match, but he didn’t get an opening just yet. Victor was pulled off by Ri-Khan and thrown down with another Gutwrench Toss! Ri-Khan stood up…

DROPKICK FROM EL PRINCIPE!

El Principe came to the aid of his partner by running and clocking the knee of Ri-Khan that he tried to work over earlier. Ri-Khan flinched from the leg kicks from El Principe and he tried to be rid of him, but El Principe landed on the ring apron.

“RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”

Ri-Khan charged, but he didn’t expect VIP to be up already, catching him in the back with a knee that sent him out to the floor! El Principe climbed back into the ring and whether the crowd hated or loved them, they cheered El Principe about to go for another big move…

TOPE SUICIDA!

He nailed all of the move, crashing against Ri-Khan and sending him crashing against the barricade! The crowd was more so reacting to the action than the fact that both teams were assholes, but it was turning into another great outing between two teams vying for the nbW Dynasty Tag Team Titles!

Inside the ring, VIP crawled back to Big Rick and slashed a thumb across the throat. He booted Big Rick and held him up…

VIP TREATMENT… NO!

RICKENSTEINER!


At the apex of his attempted Last Ride Powerbomb, Big Rick snapped him right over with a huge Standing Frankenstenier and held him for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THR… NO!

It was CLOSE, but VIP kicked out! Big Rick snuck up behind him and tried to turn him over for a Crucifix pin…

NO!

STRONG-HOLD!

The crowd was going NUTS! Big Rick had the Crossface Lock submission tied up tightly on Victor with nowhere to go! We were going to have new Dynasty Tag Team Champions if he couldn’t get to the ropes!

Victor tried to roll through the hold, but Big Rick was like a pitbull, keeping the neck-based submission on him and not letting go!

“Come on, come on!” Rik shouted.

He continued to scream…

WHAM!

WHAM!

WHAM!

WHAM!

WHAM!


The crowd JEERED because Rik and Little Ricky were attacked from behind with chairs, courtesy of THE LAW! Brady and Strauss, the two giants formerly of the LAPD turned guns for hire had apparently been hired tonight! Big Rick saw what was happening to his muscle and yelled out.

“DAMN IT!” Big Rick snapped.

The Law jumped them viciously and Simon Brack yelled at the raucous attack… and while that was going on, El Principe slid in one of the belts into the ring. Big Rick turned…

BELT SHOT!

Victor CRACKED Big Rick upside the head with one of their Dynasty Tag Team Titles and just as quickly, slid it out of the ring before Brack was clear. Victor cranked his neck and limped back to his feet…

VIP TREATMENT!

The Last Ride Powerbomb DRILLED him into the mat and VIP kneeled over to make the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The crowd fucking HATED the result! Granted, Clan Strongbern were also known for using numbers, but seemed to hate The A-List having possession of the title belts all the same! With that said, Clan Strongbern had been robbed of the Dynasty Tag Team Titles!

“HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS OF THE MATCH AND STILLLLLLLL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… THE A-LIST!

The Law had finished the beatdown of Little Ricky and Rik Bonebreaker-Strongbern! Ri-Khan tried to get back into the ring to save Big Rick, but The Law, along with El Principe, pulled him out of the ring! The three-on-one beatdown prompted Simon Brack to call for the bell repeatedly to stop the assault, but this was pro wrestling. When did that shit ever work?

Ri-Khan was thrown up against the barricade and the bigger Brady charged…

CRIME KICK!

His own sick variation of a Yakuza Kick laid out Ri-Khan on the floor! Now with all the members of Clan Strongbern down, VIP gestured to El Principe and handed over a big envelope that was partially opened and packed full of fatty bills!

Brady and Strauss counted the money, obviously pleased with what they saw. VIP then gestured to Strauss and Big Rick. He nodded and then scooped up the Clan Strongbern ringleader in a Fireman’s Carry…

911!

The name of a vicious Fireman’s Carry DDT AND what Clan Strongbern might have to call! The crowd booed the life out of The A-List and The Law for pulling off a coup and holding their titles tonight!

“Let’s go.” VIP yelled.

The foursome walked through the trail of bodies they had left behind tonight. Clan Strongbern were on the verge of winning they Dynasty Tag Team Titles, but tonight, it was The A-List that had come back with a big victory tonight.

Clan Strongbern were definitely not going to let this go, but for tonight, the cunning of The A-List struck again!

 

Put some Respect On It

Backstage

The camera switched over to the handy-dandy interview backdrop for nbW which could only mean one thing…

They were about to film porn.

No, you idiot.

It was an interview with none other than Sammy '2L3git2Fail' Hale. Nodding to the camera, the straight-shooter interviewer nodded to the camera.

“S’up, nbW?” he asked rhetorically. “I’m Sammy Hale aka 2L3git2Fail and I’m right here with former nbW World Champion, Keystone Champion, Blitzkrieg Champion and all-round not-nice guy, “The Savage of the Ring” Ravage!”

The camera panned back and there was Ravage in street clothes and one of his own nbW t-shirts. He growled at Sammy and shook his head.

“Did you REALLY just give me some introduction like I’m you’re friend?” Ravage asked. “Let’s get one thing straight, junior… when you say my name, you put RESPECT on it, you got it?”

Sammy nodded.

“Good. You were on the right track listing all my accomplishments, but then you had to a screw it up. You get one chance to make it through the rest of this interview or I’m gonna break your neck, you little shithead. You got me?”

Sammy nodded again and took a breath.

“Okay. Ask whatever stupid question that you were gonna ask, then I’m outta here.”

“Last week on Victory following the conclusion of nbW World Champion Jake Tockwell and Jax Curry, you assaulted Curry. A lot of people are saying…”

Ravage gnarled his teeth and grabbed Sammy by his shirt.

“They’re saying WHAT?” Ravage snapped.

Sammy tried to speak but Ravage kept on shaking him by the shirt.

“Spit it out. They’re saying WHAT? That I was embarrassed by that jacked-up asshole? That about it? Answer me!”

The straight-shooter nodded even with Ravage nearly throttling him.

“They’re saying… you took him lightly.”

Ravage… unhanded him. Sammy jumped back a step while the more volatile veteran continued.

“The ONLY reason I haven’t floored your ass because you’re right.”

He balled up a fist.

“The ONLY reason that little scrub got ANY sort of a victory over me is all because I played around too much. I talk trash because I’ve earned that right. I can abuse the little shits that nbW has been pumping out from the PULSE factory or whatever the hell they’re calling it, but he took advantage and that is the ONLY reason people are running around calling you a super anything. So I’m issuing a challenge to Jax Curry. Quiet Fury or whatever your stupid nickname straight out of 1999 wrestling is…”

Ravage turned to the camera.

“You lace up them boots, boy, and you fight me on Victory 3. I GUARANTEE you won’t beat me this time because I’m…”

SPEAR TACKLE!

Jax Curry heard enough! The big musclebound rookie jumped right on top of Ravage and tackled him to the ground before throwing big bombs at him in the form of right hands! He continued to rain down punches on the Savage of the Ring and fought more before he got pulled back.

No words were said from Quiet Fury as he continued to rain down right hands before security stepped in! Ravage turned tail and the strong veteran ran away from the scene. Sammy grabbed his microphone in the middle of the melee and jumped right at Curry.

“Jax! Jax!” Sam shouted. “I take it… this mean you accept his challenge?”

Curry was being held back by security while Ravage disappeared. The Super Rookie growled and tried to get at him, but after realizing he was long gone, he eventually turned to Hale and nodded his head in the affirmative. Curry snorted and security escorted him off.

This issue between Ravage and Jax Curry was far from over and if the intensity from tonight was any indication, their rematch was going to be a fight.

The feed cut away to one final break before a blockbuster Main Event!

 

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Warren Spade Versus Ohiyama Versus Jake Tockwell (c)
NBW World Heavyweight Championship

At the start of the night, “Big Talk” Jake Tockwell thought that the path to the main event of Legacy was going to be smooth sailing. He’d severely assaulted Brock Newbludd at the conclusion of last week’s Slam and left him a bloody mess.

How wrong he was!

NBW Blitzkrieg champion Ohiyama and the former NBW World champion Warren Spade both came calling for their shots! As punishment for injuring and assaulting Brock, Big Talk now had to deal with not one, but TWO massive contenders in something that closely resembled a rematch from Scorched. Unlike Scorched, the Blitzkrieg title was not up for grabs but rather this was one fall to a finish for the NBW World title! Could Big Talk fight his way out of this situation or would this finally be the one time that he may not have been able to back up all of his big talk?

We would find out now!!!

he crowd now watched with anticipation at what was happening at ringside.  The lights faded to black until a series of yellow and green spotlights shined at the entrance.  The crowd continued to buzz for what was happening next until four men in yellow dress robes made their way out, pounding on tribal drums.  The crowd was excited for the entrance and a silhouette appeared on the top of the ramp. 
 
A BIG silhouette to be precise. The massive being proceeded to dance along with it in a fire dance tradition before he stopped and let out a war cry…
 
“EO NA TOA! EO NA TOA E!”
 
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
 
A HUGE explosion of red pyro went off behind him and the opening six-second mark of Ohiyama’s theme began to play.
 
“Voodoo Child” by Brick + Mortar.
 
“RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
 
“Introducing The challengers … from Hilo, Hawaii … weighing in at 278 pounds … OHIYAMA!!!!!”
 
The 6’6” 278-pound Hawaiian garnered a loud, but mixed reaction from the crowd! The soft-spoken but double-tough and ultra-physical strong-style grappler marched towards the ring with a look of determination on his face. He had the Blitzkrieg title and looked to become a double champion tonight after bringing prestige and respect to his current title. He was in the ring and the fighting Blitzkrieg champion had victories over a number of stars – including Tockwell himself! He could very well do it tonight!
 
“Gather ‘round everybody, gather ‘round!”
 
“Ladies and gentlemen … allow me to bring to you the man that’s going to disappoint both ‘Big Talk’ Jake Tockwell and Ohiyama by reclaiming the title that he should rightfully hold ...”
 
Ohiyama’s eyes rolled so hard they almost fell right out of his head. 
 
“Introducing your next NBW World heavyweight champion … the Monster of the Mid-South … the One-Man Stampede … The King of Monsters!“
 
He tapped his cane on the ground and his spotlight disappeared. The crowd was baited with anticipation and when words appeared on the EpiCenter they went crazy. 
 

MONSTER 
 
OF THE 
 
MIDSOUTH

 
The monster of a man was here! 
 
“Into The Arena” by Michael Schenker Group played and The Monster of the Mid-South basked in the reception from the crowd. After enjoying the response, he hunched over to let Fenton Woods ride on his shoulders. The two men headed down to the ring looking for the chance to reclaim the belt that Warren had been robbed of a few weeks ago. Spade climbed over the ropes and entered the ring. Ohiyama and Warren Spade had been in several hard hitting bouts and tonight they were about to add a third!

“NEW CHAMPION!!! WE’RE GONNA HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!!”

The former rockstar and former wrestler “Hot Sauce” Raul Ramirez walked from the back to bask in the jeers of the crowd. He raised an arm out to the crowds of Saskatoon and yelled.
 
“I am Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraul Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrramirez and I speak for the man who will still be NBW World champion after tonight!”

Ohiyama rolled his eyes even harder. Spade remained stoic while Fenton pretended to upchuck.
 
“Please welcome to the stage at this time, the man with the gift of gab – which means both his great voice and his deadly lariat … Spike Saunders has felt it! Warren Spade has felt it! Brock Newbludd has felt it, Max Hopper has felt it and now you, Warren Spade, will once again feel the POWAHHHHHHH of wrestling's best lariat! Please welcome the man that holds the torch that no man can take! His girl, “Sweet Fire” Sally Reynolds and your NBW World champion … “BIG TALK” JAKE TOCKWELL!!!”

The Eagles’s hit single “Life In The Fast Lane” played and the arena soon became washed in a sea of gold! Decorated in black and gold boas, the six-foot five and two-hundred fifty-four pound loudmouth from Memphis basked in the all the attention he was receiving. He raised the ends of his boas and looked pretty happy with how unhappy the crowd was to see him and raised the NBW World title over his head.

The man known as Big Talk hit the ring and threw off his boas before handing them to the official for the match, Chuck Radford He also unstrapped his NBW World title before walking over to Ohiyama.

“My belt’s bigger, you dumb savage!” yelled Big Talk.

Ohiyama kept his composure and watched Big Talk march up to Warren Spade.

“And you haven’t ever beaten me, you dumb JAG!” yelled Big Talk.

Chuck Radford had the title and showed it off. He called for the bell …

DING

DING

DING

Big Talk walked over and got a kiss from Sally Reynolds for good luck! He turned right to both men and when Chuck grabbed the title, Big Talk took it back and smacked Ohiyama in the side of the head with the belt!

There was no disqualifications and every man for himself in a three-way match – especially with such high stakes, but Big Talk was going to cut any corner, take any cheap shot, and use any dirty tactic to win and that’s what he did! Ohiyama was stunned from the belt shot and Big Talk moved to do the same to Spade …

THE OLD SIZE 22~!!!

Tockwell dropped to the ground like a ton of bricks after a nasty thrust kick from the big Arkansas giant! Warren Spade called for the end already!

“I’m taking my title back!” shouted Spade.

He immediately grabbed Tockwell and hooked the leg…

1 …

2 …

No!!!

Sally Reynolds and Raul Ramirez both breathed stereo sighs of relief! At the start of the match, we almost had a new champion right then and there after Warren Spade laid out Tockwell. He pulled the champion in his first defense back up to his vertical base and then powered him into the corner. He saw Ohiyama on the other side of the ring and then whipped Tockwell right into him!

With both men now stunned on the other side of the ring Spade pointed towards the corner and was about to come up with something big …

But nobody was home in the corner! Both Big Talk and Ohiyama moved to either side at the last second, leaving Warren to get smacked right into the top turnbuckle!

The ring almost shook a little bit and that gave Todkwell an opening to charge right itno the corner and deliver a big boot right onto to the jaw of Warren Spade! Ohiyama was right behind him and one of those deadly thunderous chops stung like hell even to a giant like Warren. The blow did not knock Spade off of his feet, but it did gave Ohiyama an opening to fight back. He came at him with a big charge and put a big knee into the abs of the champ. Ohiyama knuckled up in the corner.
 
CHOP!!!
CHOP!!!
CHOP!!!
CHOP!!!
CHOP!!!
CHOP!!!
CHOP!!!
CHOP!!!
CHOP!!!
CHOP!!!
 
He didn’t just used one, he used exactly Ten of those devastating chops to put Warren Spade in his place after being controlled in the opening. Fenton could not believe that Ohiyama could dish out that much damage on chops, but he did it!
 
Ohiyama pulled Spade out of the corner and tried to muster up the energy needed and he took him down with a release german suplex! The seven foot giant was taken down with an incredible power move and the fans loved it! They popped like there was no tomorrow!
 
Ohiyama now zeroed in on Warren Spade.
 
1 …
 
2 …

But out of nowhere Tockwell ran in and dropped and elbow to Ohiyama’s head to break up the fall! Just as quickly, he ran to the outside and then got the hell out of dodge, hoping the two big bruisers would just focus on one another so he could pick up the scraps.

Tockwell leaned up against the barricade along with Sally and Raul, watching Ohiyama continue fighting against the powerhouse Spade. Spade continued to fight back when Ohiyama tried to use a whip across the ring. Instead, Spade put on the brakes and delivered a painful chop of his own to the chest of Ohiyama and then snapped him down to the canvas with a big power slam!

Ohiyama crawled toward the ropes and with Fenton Woods cheering on his man, Warren planted a foot on the back of the Blitzkrieg champion’s neck, trying to choke the ever-loving life out of him! He continued to put more pressure on the back and neck …

Tockwell with a cheap shot!!!

He ran by and hauled off, slapping the NBW Blitzkrieg champion in the face while he was in the ropes. That didn’t appear to be too smart because the second that he did that, Ohiyama grew angry. Spade tried to pull Ohiyama back to his feet and then took a hard kick to the leg for good measure. Ohiyama then chased Tockwell around ringside!

“No no no! Fight him, you stupid JAG!”

Ohiyama ignored the pleas of the NBW World champion and followed him back into the ring …

Right into a throat grip by Warren Spade!

Ohiyama came in, but he too had the seven foot and three-hundred fifty-pound giant’s massive mitts around their necks…

NO!!!

Big Talk and the Active Volcano actually used some teamwork and both men broke free from their hold! 
They found themselves being paired off against Warren Spade yet again and the two men teamed up on the larger of the two challengers. They double over the King of Monsters with a double boot to the stomach and then a double vertical suplex was coming. They fought and tried to fight to get the giant over. Warren struggled …

He fought back …

DOUBLE VERTICAL SUPLEX BY SPADE!!!

He snapped and took both men over with a massive surge of strength! Warren sat up after the impact of tossing the two men up and over before he crawled to cover Ohiyama.

1 …

2 …

Kick-out by Ohiyama!

Spade crawled over to Tockwell.

1 …

2 …

NO!!!

The champion liked to talk the talk and live up to his nickname, but if there was any truth to his game it was the fact that he was perhaps one of the best in NBW to come along and back up that talk with loads of toughness.

Spade turned his focus back on Ohiyama and delivered a hard thrust spinebuster towards the corner before Warren started to do something crazy.

He headed to the top rope.

What insanity was he thinking?

He was thinking …  corner slingshot splash from the second rope!

Ohiyama was crushed underneath the three-hundred fifty pounder! Did that mean we were going to have a new champion?

1 …

2 …

JAG-BUSTER!

Tockwell snuck into the action and dropped a huge knee to the back of the head from the middle rope to break up the cover!  Warren rolled off of Ohiyama and that allowed Tockwell to roll on top of him.

1 …

2 …

NO!!!

Warren Spade had fought so hard for the NBW World championship and represented the company proudly as the champion, but the King of Monsters kicked out. Tockwell put the boots to the head and neck of Spade and tried to keep the giant grounded so he could remain in control. He flashed back his hand and caught a few big shot on the jaw.  Warren continued to try and stand and grabbed Tockwell’s hand.

Tockwell was shoved into the corner and buried a knee into the stomach of Tockwell and then followed in with a big corner splash! Tockwell was taken to the other side of the ring and slammed right into him with another huge corner running splash! The crowd cheered him as Ohiyama was starting to get back to his feet. He again pointed at the corner and devastated him with a second big splash in the corner! He pulled him to the corner and rubbed his feet against the ground like a bull.

That could only mean one thing!

HIGH KNEE!!!

Warren attempted the Trample – his signature spear – but out of nowhere Ohiyama stopped him in his tracks with a knee to stun the giant. He turned as Tockwell came leaping off the middle drop nearby, trying to execute a flying axe handle, but he was caught and then spiked into the mat with a big t-bone suplex!

He now had the chance to go for the championship and become a double champion!

1 …

2 …

Kick out by Tockwell!

Ohiyama felt like he was close to the title there so he ascended the second rope and waited for Tockwell to rise. When he did, he came off the middle rope and landed the diving head butt! Ohiyama was about to get back to his feet and then cover him, but Ohiyama suddenly found himself in the grip of his large adversary, Warren Spade …

WEST MEMPHIS TWISTER~!!!

He pulled Ohiyama right into the big black hole slam and with that, the title could return to Warren Spade!

1 …

2 …

Close but no cigar!

He stood up after Ohiyama kicked out and then picked up Tockwell before slamming him down with a high angled body slam. Spade ran off the ropes and then dropped him with an elbow right into his heart! He then kicked Tockwell out of the ring next to Sally Reynolds and Raul Ramirez who went to check on their meal ticket as Spade turned his focus back on Ohiyama.

“I’m tired of dealing with you, Ohiyama!” shouted Spade. “You’ve been in my business damn near long enough!”

Spade grabbed Ohiyama and slashed a thumb across the throat to signal for the end and perhaps the NBW World title coming back to him. Ohiyama struggled to his feet when Spade pulled him up across his shoulders. He spun him around and attempted the Asunder Bomb …

But Ohiyama landed on his feet and landed behind him!

KING KONG SMASH~!!!

The devastating head butt variation from Ohiyama was enough to rock Warren Spade and send him into the ropes. Fenton Woods looked on with shock when Ohiyama grabbed him and then pulled the knee pad down, signaling for the end! He was looking for his finishing maneuver called the Wavebreaker! Both Spade and Tockwell had felt the devastating knee strike before and if he could hit this, a new champion would be crowned!

He sped forward …

Spade grabbed his neck!

Spade blocked the attack and tried to pull him into a chokeslam, but Ohiyama fought and fought until he managed to make his way free! He grabbed Spade …

HOT SPOT~!!!

The sit out spinebuster shook the ring from the impact and the crowd could not believe that he had managed to kick out! There was no way that Ohiyama wasn’t walking out with the title as he crawled over and made his way back into the ring …

TALK TO THE HAND~!!!

Tockwell was back in the ring and reeled Ohiyama with a devastating snap right hook that made the crowd wince from the sheer impact! He stumbled around and then grabbed him before driving him into the mat with a DDT!

1 …

2 …

NO!!!

Ohiyama managed to sneak the shoulder up despite Tockwell’s sneak attack! Tockwell freaked out so he crawled over to the King of Monsters who was still laid out by Ohiyama earlier.

1 …

2 …

NO!!!

The crowd couldn’t believe it! Tockwell freaked out again and slapped the mat out of rage! He tried Ohiyama again!

1 …

2 …

NO!!!

And then Spade again!

1 …

2 …

NO!!!

Multiple attempts all failed and Tockwell could not believe any of it!

“You dumb ass referee! Three! Three! Three! That’s how you count!”

Radford had his hands full with Tockwell’s attitude, but he overheard Raul and Sally cheering him on.

“Finish them champ!” yelled Hot Sauce. “You can do this!

“Get ‘em baby!” said Sally.

Tockwell’s own personal fan section to cheer him as he pummeled Ohiyama who was trying to stand. He batted at him with right hand after right hand against the ropes. He then threw off the elbow pad and slapped it! The giant Gift of Gab lariat was coming up next and if he could hit this, the title would stay with him …

Ohiyama caught him on his shoulders …

THE TRAMPLE~!!!

Warren Spade took them both down with Tockwell on his shoulders! Tockwell rolled away and Fenton Woods laughed.

“Get that title back, Warren!” yelled Fenton!

The King of Monsters tried to cover him.

1 …

2 …

Tockwell with a running boot to the head of Spade! He knocked him off and then sped off the ropes to deliver a running knee drop right to the head of Ohiyama!

1 …

2 …

The Monster of the Mid-South pulled him by the leg and threw Ohiyama off of him! Spade started to pull him back to his feet and clubbed him across the back multiple times. He pushed Tockwell into the ropes and hooked him up for Torn Asunder …

OUT OF BREATH~!!!

Tockwell had his signature sleeper hold finisher locked in tightly and applied a body scissors while the hold was secured!

“Fight it, Spade, fight it!” yelled Fenton.

He tried to fight it and struggled by running back into the corner to break him free! He tried once more, but Tockwell was hanging on him for dear life and wouldn’t let him go! He continued to keep the hold on tight.

“Go to sleep you big JAG!” yelled Tockwell.

Warren finally grabbed him by the neck with his last bits of strength …

ASUNDER CUTTER~!

He landed one of his finishers on Tockwell!

All three men were down and Spade all he had to was crawl towards him …

NO!!!

Warren felt a pair of arms grab his leg and pull the giant out of the ring …

IT WAS THE GREAT WALL!

FIVE STARS VICE~!!!

Right behind him were Xiang and the Dynasty’s newest disciple from earlier, Ai Tso! Warren tried to fight back outside the ring against the choke and the high-pace of the match along with the Out of Breath hold had taken their toll on the King of Monsters! Fenton Woods tried to help his buddy, but Xiang and Ai Tso took his cane …

THRUST KICK FROM XIANG!!!

He laid out Fenton Woods!

Xiang kicked him and laid him out!

Back inside the ring, Ohiyama crawled towards Tockwell and went for a cover after the move!

1 …

2 …

No!

But Ohiyama had another weapon locked into the chamber and the crowd knew what was coming next! But when he saw what was happen on the outside, he chased after Xiang and Ai Tso, scaring them away from the ring. Ohiyama turned around and walked right into a low blow from Tockwell!!!

MEMPHIS GREETING CARD~!!!

Tockwell’s newest pile driver finisher dumped the Blitzkrieg champion right on his noggin! The Xiang Dynasty departed the ringside area and the three admired their handiwork while the pile driver landed.

1 …

2 …

3!

The crowd called BS on this match ending the way it did, but thanks to the stronger Xiang Dynasty and The Great Wall, they had just cost both Ohiyama and Warren Spade the championship here tonight and now that meant that Jake Tockwell was the winner!

“Ladies and gentlemen...the winner of this contest and STILL NBW World Heavyweight Champion…’Big Talk’ Jake Tockwell!” Brent Williams announced much to the dismay of nearly everyone in the building besides Hot Sauce, Sally, and of course the winner himself who snatched the world title belt out of the ref’s hands to raise it up high in the air.

With boos raining down from the crowd Radford raised Tockwell’s hand up while Sally and Hot Sauce quickly made their way into the ring to join him. Rushing over to the champion, Renolds raised his other hand and struck a sultry pose as Raul clapped his hands.

The In Crowd’s celebration was suddenly interrupted by music hitting the arena speakers and the surprised crowd burst into cheers…

"Born This Way" by Thousand Foot Krutch

It was Davey LaRue!

Davey had confronted his former friend Sally earlier in the night and it led to him taking a beating at the hands of The In Crowd that left him laid out on the concrete. But, they didn’t finish the tough Cajun off and now he was coming out to face his attackers.

With crowd still cheering wildly, the sliding double doors opened up and ‘Fat Tuesday’ staggered out onto the ramp as he clutched at ribs. Though Davey had been able to pick himself back up, it was apparent that he was still a hurting unit and more than likely not in any shape to fight anyone tonight.

But despite his obvious injuries, the angered LaRue had a fire in his eyes as he limped down the ramp towards the ring.

Watching Davey valiantly hobble towards them, all three members of The In Crowd burst out in laughter at the pathetic sight.

Signaling for a mic and promptly getting one, the amused Tockwell shook his head as he raised it up to his lips.

“You got some balls, LaRue, ‘Big Talk’ will give you that!” he said with a smirk. “But you gotta be one of the dumbest JAG’s I’ve ever seen! What, did you come out here to try and exact some revenge on the champ for teaching you a lesson earlier!?”

LaRue didn’t pay any heed to Jake as he continued down the ramp, causing an annoyed Tockwell to walk towards the ropes and lean over them.

“You hear me!? I just beat TWO JAG’s who are a helluva lot tougher than your swampy ass, so ‘Big Talk’ is only going to give you one warning...turn your gimpy ass around and get outta here or else I’m going to put it on the shelf right next to your loser friend, Brock Newbludd!”

The crowd let out a chorus of boos at Big Talk’s mention of taking out his eventual Legacy opponent, with the help of the turncoat Sally. Now having made it to the bottom of the ramp, LaRue stopped and stared up at the grinning ‘Big Talk’ with clenched fists.

“Fine, have it your way!” Tockwell said as he sat down on the middle rope and pushed up on the top with one hand to open them up for Davey. “Get your fat, dumb, JAG ass in here, so Big Talk can whip it again!”

A surprised wave passed through the crowd by the sudden appearance of a black rope falling from the rafters to come to an end roughly eight feet above the ring. Not one of the members of The In Crowd noticed it, their attention firmly fixed on Davey.

But LaRue did notice it, and he cracked a small grin before taking one step forward towards the ring, while at the same moment the roof nearly blew off the building as the NBW faithful ERUPTED in cheers!

“Well c’mon Davey, get in here!” Tockwell said, glancing out to the still wild crowd. “You don’t want to let all these idiots down, do ya!?”

But, unbeknownst to Jake and his friends in the ring, the crowd hadn’t suddenly exploded from the prospect of seeing Davey try to take him on.

They were cheering about the fact that there was now a man smoothly rappelling down the rope towards the ring!

Not just any man, it was Brock Newbludd!

The former Army Ranger glided down the rope at a speed that said it wasn’t his first time doing it as he descended towards the ring, and Davey grew a big grin as he took another step towards the unaware Tockwell.

“I ain’t here ta fight ya, Jakey!” LaRue yelled up to the champion. “Ol’ Davey’s here just ta buy some time!”

Tockwell cocked his head at the Cajun with a look of confusion.

“What the hell is your JAGoff ass buyin’ time for?” he asked the grinning Davey as the crowd’s roar intensified, which helped Brock land silently only a few feet behind Raul and Sally and disconnect from the harness.

“ME, YOU SONUVABITCH!” Brock yelled out before taking a kick sidestep towards Raul, whose eyes grew wide in shock and he immediately spun around.

SMACK!

SUPERKICK from Brock! Hot Sauce is down!

New-Bludd! New-Bludd! New-Bludd!

With Raul eliminated from the equation, Brock was now standing eye to eye with the woman he had trusted and protected for the better part of a year only to have her betray him to join his biggest rival. The tension in the air was thick as Brock’s cold stare froze Sally where she stood.

“Brock…please...I had to do it! Really, I did!” she said in a pleading tone as she slowly backpedaled.

“Can it, bitch!” Brock snapped back. “Because there’s nothing you can say to me that will make me forget what you’ve done and besides I’m not here for you...I’m here for HIM!”

Shrugging off the initial shock of Brock appearing out of nowhere, Tockwell got off the ropes and went to charge in towards his opponent but found himself slowed by Davey grabbing hold of his foot!

But Jake quickly broke free by dropping to a knee and jamming the microphone he was holding right into LaRue’s eye, causing the Cajun to cry out in pain and drop down to the floor!  Hearing Davey’s cry, Brock took his eyes off Sally to glance at Tockwell, and that was the lapse that she was looking for and she quickly headed for the ropes to escape out of the ring!

Now it was just Tockwell and Brock.

Free of LaRue’s grasp, a pissed off Big Talk attempted to rise up from his crouched stance but the revenge filled Brock was already charging towards the world champion…

Running Knee to the side of Tockwell’s head!

The blow nearly sent Jake flying out of the ring to land on top of LaRue, but the wild-eyed Newbludd grabbed him by his long blonde hair to slam him back onto the mat. Not wasting a second, Brock jumped on top of him to rain down with wild fists, causing the crowd’s roars to intensify!

Newbludd was throwing punches like a man possessed and to his credit the champ was able to get his hands up to deflect a lot of them. But the barrage was unrelenting and the fists that did manage to slip past Jake’s defenses hit hard.

Grabbing one of Jake’s arms as he leapt up, Brock used the momentum to get the big Memphis brawler to his feet and as soon as he did Newbludd sent a boot into Jake’s gut!

DDT!

Planting his bitter enemy face first into the mat with everything that he had, Brock scrambled to his feet and let out a roar that was pure rage before dropping down to a knee to continue to pummel Big Talk’s face with rapid fire punches!

The crowd was going absolutely insane as Brock exacted his revenge on the world champion, and Newbludd looked to please them even more by once again dragging the woozy world champion to his feet before lifting him up…

BLACK HAWK DOW-NO!

NUT SHOT FROM BEHIND BY SALLY!

Standing on the outside, Brock’s ex girlfriend was hoping there would be a moment where she could lend her new man a helping hand and when Newbludd began to raise his up she saw it. Quickly sliding into the ring, Sally came up behind Brock and cracked him right between the legs with an uppercut before exiting the ring once again.

Instantly dropping down to his knees as he released Tockwell, Brock was wide open and Jake took advantage by kicking Brock squarely in the face before hopping on top of him to deliver some hard punches of his own!

Showing some impressive brawling skills of his own, Tockwell battered Brock with alternating rights and lefts that rocked Newbludd. Jake continued the assault for a few more seconds until maneuvering behind Brock on the mat as he attempted to wrap his legs around him for a body scissors…

OUT OF BREAT--NO! Brock blocked the attempted sleeper by slamming the back of his head into Jake’s face!

Escaping from the submission that Jake used to beat Brock for the Blitzkrieg title, an angry Brock staggered to his feet while a woozy Tockwell did the same as he held a hand up to his face.

The crowd was electric as the two men stared at each other for a brief moment before rushing back in to collide in the middle of the ring!

The pure hatred that the two men had for one was on display for the world and wrestling was thrown out the window in favor of brawling in it’s purest form. After standing toe to toe to trade furious punches for as long as they could, the two quickly found their way to the mat as they continued to punch, kick, and scratch at each other in a tangled mess of arms and legs.

Neither man could get a decisive advantage over the other as they tussled and referee Radford (who had escaped to the relative safety of the outside) decided that he needed to step in before things got real ugly between the two. Sliding under the ropes, Tal attempted to pry the two apart only to be promptly pushed away and sent down to the mat!

Shaking his head in anger as he stood back up, the veteran referee quickly deduced that he wasn’t going to be able to pull the two still fighting men apart and quickly waved his arm towards the stage, which led to a squad of six NBW security officials coming through the double doors to head down the ramp only moments later.

The security officials were greeted to an outpouring of boos at their appearance, but the trained professionals paid the crowd no mind as they made their way into the ring to get the situation under control.

Splitting into two groups of three, the security officials effectively separated the two and pushed them into opposite corners before creating a human wall in front of them. Both men screamed obscenities and threats at each other from across the ring as the NBW staff warned them both to stay put.

But, with their veins still pumped full of adrenaline, neither man paid any heed to the warnings. They weren’t ready for the fight to be over.

In his corner, Tockwell’s newest asset, Sally, jumped up on the ring apron to start yelling in the faces of the security officials and the champ used her slight distraction to bust through them!

At the same moment that Sally leapt up onto the ring apron, Newbludd through his hands up in defeat at the three men standing in front of him before stepping out onto the apron. But, the instant that Newbludd got to the outside he leaned back and hopped onto the top rope to springboard himself over top of the surprised security officials!

Doing a forward roll upon landing and quickly hopping to his feet, Brock met Tockwell head on in the middle of the ring to trade blows with him again!

Instantly, the now angered security staff converged on the two men and this time both Tockwell and Brock sent the first man to touch him down to the ground with stiff punches before going back to beating on each other!

With the crowd going wild over the chaos in the ring, the NBW staff picked their fallen comrades up off the ground and it was clear that they were done playing around as they once again worked in two separate teams to pull the two men apart. This time though they forced each man to the mat and used their collective weight to pin them to it.

The world champion and his challenger were finally restrained, but that didn’t stop either man from lifting their head’s up to glare at each other from across the ring.

Suddenly the screen split horizontally, to give dual closeups of each man’s intense stare and as the camera slowly began to fade out to end the show one thing became clear.

At Legacy, they wouldn’t be having a match for the NBW World Heavyweight title.

They will be going to war over it, and if their wild scrap tonight was any indication, it was going to be a very personal, brutal and perhaps bloody one.

Credits

Sweet Fire - Markus/Seth
He Didn't Tell you, Did he? - Seth
Ade Flowers Versus Chris Smith - Keegan
How could ya, cher? - Gorman
Xiang Dynasty Versus Different Breed - Seth
Taking Action - Josh/Tom
El Avestruz Versus Alex Reyn - Shae/Ernie
Jack Harmen Versus Derecho - Josh/Tom
Laying down the Law - Keegan
A-List (c) Versus Clan Strongbern - Seth/Markus
Put some Respect On It - Seth
Warren Spade Versus Ohiyama Versus Jake Tockwell (c) - Markus/Gorman