JULY 30th, 2014
MADISON SQUARE GARDEN, NEW YORK, NEW YORK
MADISON SQUARE GARDEN, NEW YORK, NEW YORK
"Uprising" By Muse begins to play over the arena as the jam packed crowd erupts! The camera pans over the crowd before resting on a stage shot, where glorious red and white pyrotechnics fill the arena with a thunderous series of claps and explosions. The music continues to play over the roaring crowd as the camera cuts to the announcers table at ringside.
BUDDY ROBERTS: Hello everyone, and welcome to the Apex of Wrestling... THE APEX WRESTLING SYNDICATE! My name is Buddy Roberts and I am joined by the young and talented Michael Heenan!
MICHAEL HEENAN: You've got that right Buddy! There's no one more talented than me! I want to welcome you to the newest, most exiting wrestling show to hit the world in years. As I understand it our owner Mr. Troy is supposed to give us an official introduction?
BR: That's right Michael. He should be out momentarily, but we've got a hell of a show planned for you tonight to kick off a Revolution of our industry. The new Apex of the wrestling business... the Apex Wrestling Syndicate!
BUDDY ROBERTS: Hello everyone, and welcome to the Apex of Wrestling... THE APEX WRESTLING SYNDICATE! My name is Buddy Roberts and I am joined by the young and talented Michael Heenan!
MICHAEL HEENAN: You've got that right Buddy! There's no one more talented than me! I want to welcome you to the newest, most exiting wrestling show to hit the world in years. As I understand it our owner Mr. Troy is supposed to give us an official introduction?
BR: That's right Michael. He should be out momentarily, but we've got a hell of a show planned for you tonight to kick off a Revolution of our industry. The new Apex of the wrestling business... the Apex Wrestling Syndicate!
"Just Dropped In" by Kenny Rogers begins to play over the the arena as the crowd anticipates the arrival of the owner &
Mr. Troy walks down the ramp, shaking hands and, apparently, having a good time. Mr. Troy climbs up the stairs and steps into the ring for another round of posturing. He walks over and a stage hand gives him a microphone. The music fades out as he begins to speak.
MR. TROY: WEELLLLCOOMMMEE TO APEX WRESTLING!!!
The crowd stands and applauds.
MR. TROY: Good evening everyone! Are we all exited?
The crowd erupts in cheers and shouts.
MR. TROY: My name is Mister Troy. And I, uh... run this place. More specifically I am the Owner and CEO, so you could say I am The Dude around here. I know I love to have fun, so I am very exited to bring to you the newest force in wrestling, and that is Apex Wrestling!
This is a big night for us; not only is it our debut show, but it is a Pay Per View on top of that! This is slated to be one of the biggest nights in history for us, and I want to thank you all for buying tickets to come and check us out... and, man, I would just like to thank the folks at home who plopped down the money to watch us on Pay Per View! I know this shit ain't cheap.
MH: I'm not sure I like this guy...
BR: Probably not a good id ea to bad mouth the boss on our first day Michael, I don't know about you but I want to keep this gig.
MR. TROY: Tonight we are going to have an exhibition of some of the most talented wrestlers in the industry AND we will also be kicking off the World Heavyweight Championship tournament! This tournament will start tonight with Rian Rae versus J.T. Williams and take place over the next weeks, culminating at the next Pay Per View to crown our very first World Heavyweight Champion!
We have signed some interesting folks for you to see, ranging from rookies to big time veterans; but tonight, in our main event, we will see Bobby Crane take on Marcus Polo for the vacant Hardcore Championship! What better way to start a Revolution than to get a little bit extreme? We will see which cat walks out with the very first AWS title!
BR: Speaking of which, lets take you over to our resident interviewer, Geoffrey James, who is backstage. I understand he is trying to get an interview with one of the competitors in the main event right now!
"Just Dropped In" starts up again as Mr. Troy lays down the microphone and heads out of the ring. The camera goes back to the announcers table.Backstage, AWS investigative reporter Geoffrey James is standing by in front of a locker room door labeled "Beautiful" Bobby Crane. Holding the microphone up to his mouth, Geoffrey begins his report.
GEOFFREY JAMES: I'm Geoffrey James standing by outside the locker room of "Beautiful" Bobby Crane, one of the most controversial men that the AWS has signed thus far. Tonight Bobby Crane battles Marcus Polo in the main event for the AWS Hardcore Championship and I'm hoping to get a word with Bobby Crane to get his comments on tonight's match-up...
Geoffrey knocks on the locker room door.
No answer.
Geoffrey knocks again.
After a few seconds, Bobby Crane cracks the door open just slightly, wide enough to see who it is.
BOBBY CRANE: What is it?
GEOFFREY JAMES: Mr. Crane, Geoffrey James here and we are live across the world and in front of thousands and thousands here at Madison Square Garden...
BOBBY CRANE: Then get me from my good side, you imp. Wait just a second. Every side is my good side. Never mind. What do you want?
GEOFFREY JAMES: We were hoping to get a word with you regarding tonight's main event.
Bobby Crane sighs.
BOBBY CRANE: Just a minute.
He closes the door and audibly yells at someone in his locker room.
BOBBY CRANE: Sit! Stay! Good boy! Don't move!
The door cracks open again and Bobby Crane slips through, making sure not to let us see inside the locker room. Crane is wearing a sparkling crimson robe, sunglasses, and not one of the hairs in his flowing golden mane is out of place.
BOBBY CRANE: Alright, Gee-Off. Shoot.
GEOFFREY JAMES: Wait just a minute, who on earth is in that locker room?
BOBBY CRANE: That's not really any of your business, is it you little twit?
GEOFFREY JAMES: Well Bobby...
BOBBY CRANE: You may refer to me as "Your Beautifulness."
Geoffrey stammers, embarrassed to have to say it.
GEOFFREY JAMES: (hesitantly) Your...Beautifulness. Marcus Polo, as I'm sure you know, is a dangerous competitor. He's not happy about the things you've had to say about him over the past couple of weeks and now he's got Hollywood Skyes in his corner to direct him. Given that on top of all of that we are in his hometown of New York...
The crowd roars. Bobby Crane scoffs.
GEOFFREY JAMES: AND this match is a no holds barred hardcore match which plays into his hands, how do you overcome the odds with the cards stacked so highly against you?
BOBBY CRANE: First of all, little man...you knock on my locker room door with your grubby little sausage fingers, interrupt my preparation time, stick your nose where it doesn't belong and then call me out on live television? Let me ask YOU a question, Gee-off. Do you know what an atomic wedgie is?
Geoffrey James tenses up and noticeably loses some of his gusto.
BOBBY CRANE: Would you like to find out?
GEOFFREY JAMES: No, Your Beautifulness...
BOBBY CRANE: Then GET out of my face, fat boy!
Bobby Crane snatches the microphone from his hands and nudges him off camera. We hear a crash in the background and the clanging of dishes -- presumably Geoffrey James landed on a catering table after tripping over himself. Bobby Crane stares directly into the camera as the jeers of the crowd are heard seeping in from the arena.
BOBBY CRANE: You New Yorkers have never had any class! You have a problem with me? With ME?! You have a problem with "Beautiful" Bobby Crane? NO, I DON'T THINK SO! I've spent two weeks in this piece of crap, over rated cesspool of humanity that you call a city! I've found it in my heart to grace this town with my presence and promote this company and you have the GALL to boo ME?! NO! STOP IT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!
The boos rain down in the arena and the fans begin to chant "na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye" inviting him to leave the city.
BOBBY CRANE: Fine, you know what, New York? You've got your hometown boy, Marcus Polo in here tonight. He's going to do what none of you have the GUTS to do and get in the ring with Bobby Crane. But what he has in guts he lacks in brains and now that Hollywood Skyes has his hand up his ass as his new puppeteer, he's telling all of you here in New York City and all of the fans around the world that HE...CAN'T...BEAT ME ON HIS OWN!
"You suck! You suck! You suck!" chants the crowd...
BOBBY CRANE: Well tough guy, Mr. Grumpypants, Christopher Columbus or Marcus Polo or whatever you're calling yourself tonight...this may be a hardcore match, but I am Bobby freakin' Crane and I am the face of this company! And New York, you don't have to like it, but you KNOW it's the truth!
Mar-cus Po-lo! Clap clap clap clap clap. Mar-cus Po-lo! Clap clap clap clap clap.
BOBBY CRANE: By the end of the night, after I become the first ever champion crowned in AWS history... you won't hate me because I'm beautiful. No no no...you will hate me because my God almighty... I am SO much better than all of you!
Bobby Crane drops the mic, tilts his sunglasses down, and winks into the camera arrogantly.
The camera cuts back to ringside.
MH: I think Bobby Crane will be walking out of New York with the Hardcore Championship, Buddy!
BR: That may very well happen Michael, but so far this Bobby Crane guy rubs me the wrong way. Plus, lets not count out the powerhouse Marcus Polo just yet. If I were a betting man I'd say he is going to be the one with his hand raised at the end of the night.
MH: Enough of this talk, lets get to some action!
BR: Coming up next is our first match of the evening!
C EO of the Apex Wrestling Syndicate. After about twenty seconds Mr. Troy appears on stage in a nice suite waving to the crowd with a large grin on his face.Mr. Troy walks down the ramp, shaking hands and, apparently, having a good time. Mr. Troy climbs up the stairs and steps into the ring for another round of posturing. He walks over and a stage hand gives him a microphone. The music fades out as he begins to speak.
MR. TROY: WEELLLLCOOMMMEE TO APEX WRESTLING!!!
The crowd stands and applauds.
MR. TROY: Good evening everyone! Are we all exited?
The crowd erupts in cheers and shouts.
MR. TROY: My name is Mister Troy. And I, uh... run this place. More specifically I am the Owner and CEO, so you could say I am The Dude around here. I know I love to have fun, so I am very exited to bring to you the newest force in wrestling, and that is Apex Wrestling!
This is a big night for us; not only is it our debut show, but it is a Pay Per View on top of that! This is slated to be one of the biggest nights in history for us, and I want to thank you all for buying tickets to come and check us out... and, man, I would just like to thank the folks at home who plopped down the money to watch us on Pay Per View! I know this shit ain't cheap.
MH: I'm not sure I like this guy...
BR: Probably not a good id ea to bad mouth the boss on our first day Michael, I don't know about you but I want to keep this gig.
MR. TROY: Tonight we are going to have an exhibition of some of the most talented wrestlers in the industry AND we will also be kicking off the World Heavyweight Championship tournament! This tournament will start tonight with Rian Rae versus J.T. Williams and take place over the next weeks, culminating at the next Pay Per View to crown our very first World Heavyweight Champion!
We have signed some interesting folks for you to see, ranging from rookies to big time veterans; but tonight, in our main event, we will see Bobby Crane take on Marcus Polo for the vacant Hardcore Championship! What better way to start a Revolution than to get a little bit extreme? We will see which cat walks out with the very first AWS title!
BR: Speaking of which, lets take you over to our resident interviewer, Geoffrey James, who is backstage. I understand he is trying to get an interview with one of the competitors in the main event right now!
"Just Dropped In" starts up again as Mr. Troy lays down the microphone and heads out of the ring. The camera goes back to the announcers table.Backstage, AWS investigative reporter Geoffrey James is standing by in front of a locker room door labeled "Beautiful" Bobby Crane. Holding the microphone up to his mouth, Geoffrey begins his report.
GEOFFREY JAMES: I'm Geoffrey James standing by outside the locker room of "Beautiful" Bobby Crane, one of the most controversial men that the AWS has signed thus far. Tonight Bobby Crane battles Marcus Polo in the main event for the AWS Hardcore Championship and I'm hoping to get a word with Bobby Crane to get his comments on tonight's match-up...
Geoffrey knocks on the locker room door.
No answer.
Geoffrey knocks again.
After a few seconds, Bobby Crane cracks the door open just slightly, wide enough to see who it is.
BOBBY CRANE: What is it?
GEOFFREY JAMES: Mr. Crane, Geoffrey James here and we are live across the world and in front of thousands and thousands here at Madison Square Garden...
BOBBY CRANE: Then get me from my good side, you imp. Wait just a second. Every side is my good side. Never mind. What do you want?
GEOFFREY JAMES: We were hoping to get a word with you regarding tonight's main event.
Bobby Crane sighs.
BOBBY CRANE: Just a minute.
He closes the door and audibly yells at someone in his locker room.
BOBBY CRANE: Sit! Stay! Good boy! Don't move!
The door cracks open again and Bobby Crane slips through, making sure not to let us see inside the locker room. Crane is wearing a sparkling crimson robe, sunglasses, and not one of the hairs in his flowing golden mane is out of place.
BOBBY CRANE: Alright, Gee-Off. Shoot.
GEOFFREY JAMES: Wait just a minute, who on earth is in that locker room?
BOBBY CRANE: That's not really any of your business, is it you little twit?
GEOFFREY JAMES: Well Bobby...
BOBBY CRANE: You may refer to me as "Your Beautifulness."
Geoffrey stammers, embarrassed to have to say it.
GEOFFREY JAMES: (hesitantly) Your...Beautifulness. Marcus Polo, as I'm sure you know, is a dangerous competitor. He's not happy about the things you've had to say about him over the past couple of weeks and now he's got Hollywood Skyes in his corner to direct him. Given that on top of all of that we are in his hometown of New York...
The crowd roars. Bobby Crane scoffs.
GEOFFREY JAMES: AND this match is a no holds barred hardcore match which plays into his hands, how do you overcome the odds with the cards stacked so highly against you?
BOBBY CRANE: First of all, little man...you knock on my locker room door with your grubby little sausage fingers, interrupt my preparation time, stick your nose where it doesn't belong and then call me out on live television? Let me ask YOU a question, Gee-off. Do you know what an atomic wedgie is?
Geoffrey James tenses up and noticeably loses some of his gusto.
BOBBY CRANE: Would you like to find out?
GEOFFREY JAMES: No, Your Beautifulness...
BOBBY CRANE: Then GET out of my face, fat boy!
Bobby Crane snatches the microphone from his hands and nudges him off camera. We hear a crash in the background and the clanging of dishes -- presumably Geoffrey James landed on a catering table after tripping over himself. Bobby Crane stares directly into the camera as the jeers of the crowd are heard seeping in from the arena.
BOBBY CRANE: You New Yorkers have never had any class! You have a problem with me? With ME?! You have a problem with "Beautiful" Bobby Crane? NO, I DON'T THINK SO! I've spent two weeks in this piece of crap, over rated cesspool of humanity that you call a city! I've found it in my heart to grace this town with my presence and promote this company and you have the GALL to boo ME?! NO! STOP IT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!
The boos rain down in the arena and the fans begin to chant "na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye" inviting him to leave the city.
BOBBY CRANE: Fine, you know what, New York? You've got your hometown boy, Marcus Polo in here tonight. He's going to do what none of you have the GUTS to do and get in the ring with Bobby Crane. But what he has in guts he lacks in brains and now that Hollywood Skyes has his hand up his ass as his new puppeteer, he's telling all of you here in New York City and all of the fans around the world that HE...CAN'T...BEAT ME ON HIS OWN!
"You suck! You suck! You suck!" chants the crowd...
BOBBY CRANE: Well tough guy, Mr. Grumpypants, Christopher Columbus or Marcus Polo or whatever you're calling yourself tonight...this may be a hardcore match, but I am Bobby freakin' Crane and I am the face of this company! And New York, you don't have to like it, but you KNOW it's the truth!
Mar-cus Po-lo! Clap clap clap clap clap. Mar-cus Po-lo! Clap clap clap clap clap.
BOBBY CRANE: By the end of the night, after I become the first ever champion crowned in AWS history... you won't hate me because I'm beautiful. No no no...you will hate me because my God almighty... I am SO much better than all of you!
Bobby Crane drops the mic, tilts his sunglasses down, and winks into the camera arrogantly.
The camera cuts back to ringside.
MH: I think Bobby Crane will be walking out of New York with the Hardcore Championship, Buddy!
BR: That may very well happen Michael, but so far this Bobby Crane guy rubs me the wrong way. Plus, lets not count out the powerhouse Marcus Polo just yet. If I were a betting man I'd say he is going to be the one with his hand raised at the end of the night.
MH: Enough of this talk, lets get to some action!
BR: Coming up next is our first match of the evening!
SINGLES MATCH
BEARDMAN VS KINCAID
Beardman's music hits to massive heat and he shows up on stage about 10-15 seconds later, slowly walking to center stage to stop and calmly taunt while gold fireworks flood the stage from top to bottom. He continues to the ring occasionally taunting fans. He steps into the ring and flexes his right bicep arrogantly and points at it to the dismay of the fans.
This match is scheduled for one fall and has a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first... c RING ANNOUNCER:urrently in the ring, from Indianapolis, Indiana weighing in at 255 pounds... BEARDMAN!
MH: This man is a former WWWF World champion, Buddy!
BR: What the hell is the WWWF Michael?
MH: Probably some shithole he was in years ago, but still. a former WORLD champion in our presence!
BR: Big whoop Michael, that doesn't necessarily mean anything, but looking at my papers here it seems that EZ-Punk and Beardman were both in the WWWF at the same time over a decade ago, not sure if that means anything.
This match is scheduled for one fall and has a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first... c RING ANNOUNCER:urrently in the ring, from Indianapolis, Indiana weighing in at 255 pounds... BEARDMAN!
MH: This man is a former WWWF World champion, Buddy!
BR: What the hell is the WWWF Michael?
MH: Probably some shithole he was in years ago, but still. a former WORLD champion in our presence!
BR: Big whoop Michael, that doesn't necessarily mean anything, but looking at my papers here it seems that EZ-Punk and Beardman were both in the WWWF at the same time over a decade ago, not sure if that means anything.
As the voice of Queen's "I Want It All" play through the arena the lights dim. From the back, Kincaid emerges slowly as the guitar kicks in. He stares out over the jeering fans and sneers back at them. Behind him, his manager Alyssa walks up with a smile on her face. The reception for her is more kind and this seems to disgust him more. He walks down to ringside, jawing with the fans and mocking a few before rolling under the ropes into the ring. He heads over to the corner and gets up to the second buckle, yelling some more insults at the fans and awaiting the bell.
RING ANNOUNCER: And his opponent, on his way to the ring, being accompanied by Alyssa, from Bearing, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 240 pounds... KINCAID!
BR: It doesn't seem like the fans like either of these guys very much Michael.
MH: These fans wouldn't know talent if it bit them in the ass.
BR: Kincaid is an eleven year veteran of this business but doesn't like the fact that younger talents seemingly get the opportunities that he never had.
MH: Would you, Buddy?
BR: The man is only thirty, seems like whining to me. If he wants to be on top he has to prove he deserves it.
MH: Of course you would say that; I know you don't like Kincaid...
BR: Oh please... the fans do seem more receptive to the lovely Alyssa though!
The bell rings and we are off! Beardman walks up and slaps Kincaid right in the face! Kincaid reels as Beardman faces the crowd and smiles only to get knocked on his ass by a clothesline by Kincaid.
MH: Hahaha!
Beardman gets up and exchanges blows back and forth with Kincaid. Beardman takes advantage and does a leg sweep to take down Kincaid. Beardman stomps Kincaid a few times. Beardman picks up Kincaid and hits him with a solid DDT.
BR: Kincaid is down! He may have bitten off more than he can chew tonight!
Beardman locks in the sleeper hold on the ground while Alyssa looks on. Beardman makes eye contact with Alyssa, Beardman nods and says " What's up baby? ", Alyssa looks disgusted. Kincaid is immediately filled with rage and breaks the hold violently, Beardman runs at Kincaid only to be hit with a Spinebuster!
MH: He was just saying hello!
BR: You never mess with another mans woman, Michael.
Beardman is trying to get up, but Kincaid hits the Big Fat Kill on Beardman!
BR: By gawd that's a hell of a super kick!
MH: That's not even the deadliest thing in his arsenal, Buddy!
Kincaid goes for the cover on Beardman!
BR: He's trying to end it early here!
One...
Two...
Kickout!
MH: Not enough!
BR: It'll take more than that! I think Beardman was caught off guard there!
Beardman ducks another clothesline attempt and hits a swift side kick on Kincaid which sends him reeling. Belly to Belly suplex by Beardman! Beardman catches his breath while Kincaid is on the ground.
Beardman runs at the ropes and bounces backwards off of the second rope successfully hitting the Beardsault! Beardman hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Kickout!
BR: This Kincaid is tough as nails!
Beardman doesn't let up and mounts Kincaid and hits a series of punches to the face. The referee counts to 4 before Beardman stops, narrowly avoiding getting disqualified. Beardman picks up Kincaid from behind lifts him up and hits the Death Valley Driver!
MH: Beardman is feeling confident now!
BR: He better stay on him if he wants to win.
Beardman goes to the corner and runs at Kincaid as he gets up. Clothesline by Beardman! Kincaid is down again. Beardman gets on the 2nd turnbuckle in the corner and hits a diving elbow drop directly on the chest of Kincaid.
BR: Alyssa is starting to get worried!
MH: She should be worried.
Cover!
One...
Two...
Kickout!
BR: That was closer than Kincaid would like to admit I would think.
MH: Well Beardman IS a former World champion!
BR: Not here though and the AWS is all that matters!
Kincaid tries to get up but Beardman follows up with a neckbreaker sending Kincaid to the ground once again. Beardman is waiting for Kincaid to get up... Beardman runs at Kincaid but Kincaid dodges! Kincaid runs at Beardman trying to hit a big boot but Beardman ducks and bounces off the ropes right back at Kincaid... SPEAR!
BR: He caught him! Spear by Beardman!
Cover!
One...
Two...
Kickout!
MH: What does Beardman have to do to put Kincaid away?
Beardman appears to be growing frustrated as he adjusts his tights. Kincaid is fumbling on the ground as Beardman swoops in from behind and locks him into the Beard-Lock! Kincaid is struggling to breathe!
BR: What a chokehold. Is that even legal?
MH: The referee isn't stopping it, Buddy, so it must be!
However Kincaid is just to close to the ropes and is able to hook his arm in the ropes forcing a break. Kincaid roles out of the ring to create some separation as Alyssa encourages him. Beardman is taunting the crowd with a bit of a show. At the count of three, Kincaid rolls back into the ring and locks up with Beardman.
Kincaid pushes Beardman away and immediately hits a big time dropkick! Beardman falls to the mat as Kincaid stomps Beardman in the face. Now it is Beardman clinging to the ropes to create some separation.
Beardman stand up and elbows Kincaid in the stomach, doubling him over... Beard Breaker!
MH: Beard Breaker! This one is over!
Beardman hooks both of Kincaid's legs...
One...
Two...
Th..ROPE BREAK!
Kincaid hooks his pinky on the bottom rope at the last possible moment. Alyssa bounces with joy at her husbands ring presence.
BR: Beardman's double wristlock transitioned into an inverted double underhook facebuster should've ended the dang match!
BR: I don't think Kincaid was taking Beardman seriously tonight.
MH: Kincaid is always serious, Buddy. MH: That's an awful fancy name for a Killswitch, Buddy... Kincaid was able to get to the bottom rope to save himself!
Beardman slams the mat in frustration. Beardman hangs over the ropes as he wipes sweat from his face. Kincaid stammers over and clubs Beardman in the back of the neck sending him to the ground. Kincaid viciously assaults Beardman on the ground nearly getting himself disqualified as well. Kincaid whips Beardman into the ropes, but Beardman slips behind Kincaid on the return and sets hip up for a back drop suplex.
BR: Here we go!
While in the air Kincaid lock his arm in a headlock position around Beardman's head and punches him with the other hand. Beardman is forced to set Kincaid back down on his feet, inadvertently setting himself up. Finishing Touch! After hitting the Headlock Driver Kincaid goes for the cover.
BR: Finishing Touch! This might be it!
MH: Cover!
One...
Two...
Three!
RING ANNOUNCER: Your winner by pinfall... KINCAID!
RING ANNOUNCER: And his opponent, on his way to the ring, being accompanied by Alyssa, from Bearing, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 240 pounds... KINCAID!
BR: It doesn't seem like the fans like either of these guys very much Michael.
MH: These fans wouldn't know talent if it bit them in the ass.
BR: Kincaid is an eleven year veteran of this business but doesn't like the fact that younger talents seemingly get the opportunities that he never had.
MH: Would you, Buddy?
BR: The man is only thirty, seems like whining to me. If he wants to be on top he has to prove he deserves it.
MH: Of course you would say that; I know you don't like Kincaid...
BR: Oh please... the fans do seem more receptive to the lovely Alyssa though!
The bell rings and we are off! Beardman walks up and slaps Kincaid right in the face! Kincaid reels as Beardman faces the crowd and smiles only to get knocked on his ass by a clothesline by Kincaid.
MH: Hahaha!
Beardman gets up and exchanges blows back and forth with Kincaid. Beardman takes advantage and does a leg sweep to take down Kincaid. Beardman stomps Kincaid a few times. Beardman picks up Kincaid and hits him with a solid DDT.
BR: Kincaid is down! He may have bitten off more than he can chew tonight!
Beardman locks in the sleeper hold on the ground while Alyssa looks on. Beardman makes eye contact with Alyssa, Beardman nods and says " What's up baby? ", Alyssa looks disgusted. Kincaid is immediately filled with rage and breaks the hold violently, Beardman runs at Kincaid only to be hit with a Spinebuster!
MH: He was just saying hello!
BR: You never mess with another mans woman, Michael.
Beardman is trying to get up, but Kincaid hits the Big Fat Kill on Beardman!
BR: By gawd that's a hell of a super kick!
MH: That's not even the deadliest thing in his arsenal, Buddy!
Kincaid goes for the cover on Beardman!
BR: He's trying to end it early here!
One...
Two...
Kickout!
MH: Not enough!
BR: It'll take more than that! I think Beardman was caught off guard there!
Beardman ducks another clothesline attempt and hits a swift side kick on Kincaid which sends him reeling. Belly to Belly suplex by Beardman! Beardman catches his breath while Kincaid is on the ground.
Beardman runs at the ropes and bounces backwards off of the second rope successfully hitting the Beardsault! Beardman hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Kickout!
BR: This Kincaid is tough as nails!
Beardman doesn't let up and mounts Kincaid and hits a series of punches to the face. The referee counts to 4 before Beardman stops, narrowly avoiding getting disqualified. Beardman picks up Kincaid from behind lifts him up and hits the Death Valley Driver!
MH: Beardman is feeling confident now!
BR: He better stay on him if he wants to win.
Beardman goes to the corner and runs at Kincaid as he gets up. Clothesline by Beardman! Kincaid is down again. Beardman gets on the 2nd turnbuckle in the corner and hits a diving elbow drop directly on the chest of Kincaid.
BR: Alyssa is starting to get worried!
MH: She should be worried.
Cover!
One...
Two...
Kickout!
BR: That was closer than Kincaid would like to admit I would think.
MH: Well Beardman IS a former World champion!
BR: Not here though and the AWS is all that matters!
Kincaid tries to get up but Beardman follows up with a neckbreaker sending Kincaid to the ground once again. Beardman is waiting for Kincaid to get up... Beardman runs at Kincaid but Kincaid dodges! Kincaid runs at Beardman trying to hit a big boot but Beardman ducks and bounces off the ropes right back at Kincaid... SPEAR!
BR: He caught him! Spear by Beardman!
Cover!
One...
Two...
Kickout!
MH: What does Beardman have to do to put Kincaid away?
Beardman appears to be growing frustrated as he adjusts his tights. Kincaid is fumbling on the ground as Beardman swoops in from behind and locks him into the Beard-Lock! Kincaid is struggling to breathe!
BR: What a chokehold. Is that even legal?
MH: The referee isn't stopping it, Buddy, so it must be!
However Kincaid is just to close to the ropes and is able to hook his arm in the ropes forcing a break. Kincaid roles out of the ring to create some separation as Alyssa encourages him. Beardman is taunting the crowd with a bit of a show. At the count of three, Kincaid rolls back into the ring and locks up with Beardman.
Kincaid pushes Beardman away and immediately hits a big time dropkick! Beardman falls to the mat as Kincaid stomps Beardman in the face. Now it is Beardman clinging to the ropes to create some separation.
Beardman stand up and elbows Kincaid in the stomach, doubling him over... Beard Breaker!
MH: Beard Breaker! This one is over!
Beardman hooks both of Kincaid's legs...
One...
Two...
Th..ROPE BREAK!
Kincaid hooks his pinky on the bottom rope at the last possible moment. Alyssa bounces with joy at her husbands ring presence.
BR: Beardman's double wristlock transitioned into an inverted double underhook facebuster should've ended the dang match!
BR: I don't think Kincaid was taking Beardman seriously tonight.
MH: Kincaid is always serious, Buddy. MH: That's an awful fancy name for a Killswitch, Buddy... Kincaid was able to get to the bottom rope to save himself!
Beardman slams the mat in frustration. Beardman hangs over the ropes as he wipes sweat from his face. Kincaid stammers over and clubs Beardman in the back of the neck sending him to the ground. Kincaid viciously assaults Beardman on the ground nearly getting himself disqualified as well. Kincaid whips Beardman into the ropes, but Beardman slips behind Kincaid on the return and sets hip up for a back drop suplex.
BR: Here we go!
While in the air Kincaid lock his arm in a headlock position around Beardman's head and punches him with the other hand. Beardman is forced to set Kincaid back down on his feet, inadvertently setting himself up. Finishing Touch! After hitting the Headlock Driver Kincaid goes for the cover.
BR: Finishing Touch! This might be it!
MH: Cover!
One...
Two...
Three!
RING ANNOUNCER: Your winner by pinfall... KINCAID!
BR: Kincaid got the hard fought victory tonight!
MH:I told you he is on his way to the top! First World champ right here!
BR: Exiting match-up for sure... well, next up we have Theo Optimas vs Jason Drago! This match should be a slobberknocker for sure, Michael...
MH:I told you he is on his way to the top! First World champ right here!
BR: Exiting match-up for sure... well, next up we have Theo Optimas vs Jason Drago! This match should be a slobberknocker for sure, Michael...
50 Cent's "I'll whip ya head boy" hits in the arena.
RING ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen... introducing from Chicago, Illinois, a former MMA World Heavyweight Champion... MELVIN "THE CARNAGE" BROWN!
BR: This sure ain't Theo or Jason!
Melvin starts slowly on the ramp as another man with a microphone walks beside him. They both walk down to the ring. Melvin jumps up onto the apron, and hops into the ring as the other man slowly enters as well.
TOMMY McCLINTON: Good evening ladies and gentlemen my name is Tommy McClinton and I am the creator of this faceless coldblooded mercenary known as MELVIN BROWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The fans start to boo!
TOMMY McCLINTON: That's right... this man came to me to be his manager. It was the best choice I ever ever made because for the first time in my career, my client is a wrecking machine... my client won't go down without a fight... my client... my client Melvin Brown is a opportunist! For this first time in his career... He can trust one person and that's me. But without me, it's like a wild animal on the loose. He's not human... ask all the fighters he had defeat in the cage, HE DEMOLISHED THEM, BRUTALIZED THEM, CONQUERED THEM. But also... he killed one of the fighters... Melvin Brown doesn't care what he does to his opponents. All he cares about is getting the job done.
MH: Is he serious?
BR: I think so, Michael... Good lord.
The fans continue to berate them with boos.
TOMMY McCLINTON: YOU CAN BOO ALL YOU WANT... BUT YOU GOTTA ADMIT.... NONE OF THESE AWS SUPERSTARS STAND A CHANCE 10 SECONDS WITH THIS MAN... Now we have a new goal for this company and that's getting the AWS World Heavyweight Championship...
The fans boo as Melvin Brown smiles and screams: "I'MMA BE WORLD CHAMPION!"
TOMMY McCLINTON: Now... listen... the people in the crowd... the superstars... the people who are watching at home... I must warn you... If you're facing this man... in a 4 sided ring or 8 sided caged... you better kiss your wife and hide your kids because this will be your final destination.
Tommy McClinton starts laughing and drops the microphone. Melvin's theme hits and he pushes his face into the camera and growls as the camera cuts to the commentary table.
BR: What an intimidating fellow.
MH: I could take him!
BR: Haha, thanks for the laugh! Up next... for real this time, we have our Theo versus Jason match.
RING ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen... introducing from Chicago, Illinois, a former MMA World Heavyweight Champion... MELVIN "THE CARNAGE" BROWN!
BR: This sure ain't Theo or Jason!
Melvin starts slowly on the ramp as another man with a microphone walks beside him. They both walk down to the ring. Melvin jumps up onto the apron, and hops into the ring as the other man slowly enters as well.
TOMMY McCLINTON: Good evening ladies and gentlemen my name is Tommy McClinton and I am the creator of this faceless coldblooded mercenary known as MELVIN BROWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The fans start to boo!
TOMMY McCLINTON: That's right... this man came to me to be his manager. It was the best choice I ever ever made because for the first time in my career, my client is a wrecking machine... my client won't go down without a fight... my client... my client Melvin Brown is a opportunist! For this first time in his career... He can trust one person and that's me. But without me, it's like a wild animal on the loose. He's not human... ask all the fighters he had defeat in the cage, HE DEMOLISHED THEM, BRUTALIZED THEM, CONQUERED THEM. But also... he killed one of the fighters... Melvin Brown doesn't care what he does to his opponents. All he cares about is getting the job done.
MH: Is he serious?
BR: I think so, Michael... Good lord.
The fans continue to berate them with boos.
TOMMY McCLINTON: YOU CAN BOO ALL YOU WANT... BUT YOU GOTTA ADMIT.... NONE OF THESE AWS SUPERSTARS STAND A CHANCE 10 SECONDS WITH THIS MAN... Now we have a new goal for this company and that's getting the AWS World Heavyweight Championship...
The fans boo as Melvin Brown smiles and screams: "I'MMA BE WORLD CHAMPION!"
TOMMY McCLINTON: Now... listen... the people in the crowd... the superstars... the people who are watching at home... I must warn you... If you're facing this man... in a 4 sided ring or 8 sided caged... you better kiss your wife and hide your kids because this will be your final destination.
Tommy McClinton starts laughing and drops the microphone. Melvin's theme hits and he pushes his face into the camera and growls as the camera cuts to the commentary table.
BR: What an intimidating fellow.
MH: I could take him!
BR: Haha, thanks for the laugh! Up next... for real this time, we have our Theo versus Jason match.
SINGLES MATCH
THEO OPTIMAS VS JASON DRAGO
"Palladio" by eScala begins over the PA, accompanied by Theo's entrance video. At 6 seconds in, Theo makes his entrance onto the stage. After only a few steps, he stops, looks left and right, and rests his hands on his hips with an air of superiority. He continues to oscillate, looking around at the fans. At 16 seconds in, he continues walking across the stage and down the ramp. At 48 seconds into his theme, pyros ignite above the ring, raining down silver sparkles.
RING ANNOUNCER: This match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. On his way to the ring, from Cardiff, Wales in the United Kingdom; weighing in at 210 pounds... THEO OPTIMAS!
BR: Here comes a well read man.
BR: Do I have to ask who is the first? Let me guess, you'd say that is yourself, right Michael?
MH: Maybe you're not as dumb as you look, Buddy. MH: Unlike you, this man has several degrees, and has to be the second smartest man in the AWS.
RING ANNOUNCER: This match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. On his way to the ring, from Cardiff, Wales in the United Kingdom; weighing in at 210 pounds... THEO OPTIMAS!
BR: Here comes a well read man.
BR: Do I have to ask who is the first? Let me guess, you'd say that is yourself, right Michael?
MH: Maybe you're not as dumb as you look, Buddy. MH: Unlike you, this man has several degrees, and has to be the second smartest man in the AWS.
Drago's music hits. Arena fills with boos as he enters through the crowd. His face has no expression as he is walking down the stairs. He enters the ring and goes to a turnbuckle, climbs the middle rope and throws his hands up as crowd boos loudly.
RING ANNOUNCER: Introducing his opponent... on his way to the ring, from Tampa, Florida; weighing in at 221 pounds... JASON DRAGO!
MH: Here comes Jason Drago! He is an ambitious man of few words.
BR: He also like to carry around that damn kendo stick as well, Michael.
MH: Nothing wrong with carrying around a workout tool. Buddy.
BR: Yeah right. This isn't a hardcore match. This is a standard match, there is no reason for him to have that with him.
The bell sounds as Jason Drago immediately dives at Theo's legs and wraps him up in a schoolboy pin!
One...
Two... Kickout!
BR: Wow! That was almost the quickest match in AWS history!
MH: Haha! Two talented guys right here. I'm not really sure who will come out on top.
Theo doesn't appear to appreciate that cheap roll up and kicks Jason in the face on the way back up to his feet. Theo hits a small running elbow on the back of Jason and sits on his back. Theo locks in a camel clutch while yelling high brow insults at Drago.
MH: These guys had a few words on Twitter over the past week. They already disliked each other before they even met!
BR: Seems damn stupid to me... and what do birds have to do with anything anyway?
After a few moments, Jason is able to lift himself up and fall backwards smashing Theo into the mat. Jason stomps on Theo's legs and ankles a few times before taunting the crowd. The crowd doesn't seem to like either of these guys very much. Jason lifts Theo up and hits a textbook suplex on Theo, which causes Theo to writhe in pain.
BR: Great suplex by the veteran!
MH: Theo is no slouch, even in his rookie year, Buddy! I heard he won a hardcore championship somewhere else earlier in the year!
Jason climbs up to the top rope and quickly jumps off, hitting a double foot stomp right on the chest of Theo!
MH: Ouch! Big time hurt right there.
Before Jason can go for the cover, Theo rolls over and hooks his arm on the rope, showing great ring awareness. Jason drags Theo away from the ropes and hits a few elbow drops on Theo. Jason runs and bounces off of the ropes and hits a leg drop on Theo.
BR: Jason Drago has got complete control of this match right now!
MH: Let's see if the rookie can hold his ground tonight.
Jason picks Theo up and hits a Russian leg sweep. Jason gets on the ground and locks in a headlock on Theo. Theo is nearly able to roll out of the hold a few times, but Jason is able to hold him in it. The referee is asking Theo if he wants to submit... Theo screams "NO!"
BR: This Theo is has a bright mind but I'm not sure if he will have a bright wrestling career based on what I've seen so far, but time will tell.
MH: Oh, you're such an idiot, Buddy; both of these guys will be World champions. I can feel it.
Theo is finally able to hook his foot on the rope forcing a rope break. Theo locks up with Jason and tries to hit a suplex of his own, but it gets reversed; Jason hits another suplex on Theo! Jason nearly jumps to the top turnbuckle and flies off... MOONSAULT!
BR: This guys is quicker than a fox!
Theo rolls out of the way just in the nick of time!
MH: Theo's pretty quick himself! He was just barely able to get out of the way of that deadly moonsault!
Theo rolls over and makes the cover on Jason.
One... KICKOUT!
BR: Theo tried to capitalize on Jason's mistake but Jason is just too fresh.
Jason picks up Theo and goes for a third suplex, but this time Theo is able to reverse and get his feet back on the ground. He flips Jason around and hits a neckbreaker! Theo is looking a bit frustrated. He hits a series of elbow drops on Jason to take out his anger.
MH: I think Theo is a bit salty.
Theo picks up Jason and hits a classic DDT. Theo then lifts Jason and hits him with a series of knees to the abdomen. Theo whips Jason into the ropes and hits a tilt-a-whirl slam on Jason on the return. Theo goes for the cover.
One...
Tw... KICKOUT!
MH: Not even a two count there.
BR: This Jason Drago is tougher than he looks!
MH: Are you saying Jason doesn't look tough?
Theo elbows Jason in the back a few times to send him back to the mat so he has a moment to catch his breath. Theo bows to the crowd, as if he is expecting adoration but receives nothing but boos. Theo picks up Jason and locks up with him. He takes Jason arms and applies a wristlock, but Jason reverses it into a wristlock of his own. After a few moments of struggling, Jason puts his elbow into Theo's neck and pushes his head closer to the floor.
BR: Classic chain wrestling here...
Jason tries to transition the hold into his Cigar City Stretch but Theo is able to break the hold and nail Jason with an uppercut, then another uppercut, and another! Jason is now reeling. Jason stumbles towards Theo, and Theo hits Jason with a back body drop in the middle of the ring.
MH: Back body drop!
Theo picks up Jason and whips him into the corner. He charges the corner, but Jason slips out of the way just in time. Jason grabs Theo's hair and slams him to the ground.
BR: That is such a cheap tactic, Michael.
The referee steps in to admonish Jason while Jason is backed into the corner. He is playing dumb to the ref. Theo rises from the ground and jumps at Jason! Jason "accidentally" positions the referee in between them, and the referee takes a huge hit! The referee crumples to the floor.
MH: Mark your calendar folks! The first match in AWS history where the referee stuck his nose where it didn't belong! Hahaha.
BR: Damnit, Michael. He's got a family for God's sakes! Jason did that on purpose, that son of a bitch!
While Theo looks down at the ref, Jason kicks Theo right in the balls! Theo falls to the mat while Jason smiles with content.
MH: I hope Theo didn't want children!
Jason slips outside and grabs his trusty kendo stick and slides back in the ring. As Theo climbs to a crouched position, Jason strikes an stomach shot and then cracks the kendo stick over Theo's head!
BR: This just ain't right... that damn Jason should be fined, or fired, or both!
MH: If it were illegal, I'm sure the referee would've stopped the match Buddy, so calm your tits!
Jason tosses the kendo stick to the outside of the ring. Jason picks up Theo... he gets set up, Drago Death Driver! Jason goes for the cover... but the referee is still down!
BR: Drago's own dirty tactic has bit him squarely in the ass!
Jason goes over and smacks the back of the referees head, trying to wake him. Jason is now lifting on the collar of the referee and shaking him about.
MH: Wake up ref!
Theo sneaks up from behind and grabs Jason... The Theocracy! Theo rolls over on top of Jason as the referee stumbles over.
BR: What a gut wrench powerbomb!
One...
Two...
Three!
MH: So close!
RING ANNOUNCER: Your winner via pinfall... THEO OPTIMAS!
RING ANNOUNCER: Introducing his opponent... on his way to the ring, from Tampa, Florida; weighing in at 221 pounds... JASON DRAGO!
MH: Here comes Jason Drago! He is an ambitious man of few words.
BR: He also like to carry around that damn kendo stick as well, Michael.
MH: Nothing wrong with carrying around a workout tool. Buddy.
BR: Yeah right. This isn't a hardcore match. This is a standard match, there is no reason for him to have that with him.
The bell sounds as Jason Drago immediately dives at Theo's legs and wraps him up in a schoolboy pin!
One...
Two... Kickout!
BR: Wow! That was almost the quickest match in AWS history!
MH: Haha! Two talented guys right here. I'm not really sure who will come out on top.
Theo doesn't appear to appreciate that cheap roll up and kicks Jason in the face on the way back up to his feet. Theo hits a small running elbow on the back of Jason and sits on his back. Theo locks in a camel clutch while yelling high brow insults at Drago.
MH: These guys had a few words on Twitter over the past week. They already disliked each other before they even met!
BR: Seems damn stupid to me... and what do birds have to do with anything anyway?
After a few moments, Jason is able to lift himself up and fall backwards smashing Theo into the mat. Jason stomps on Theo's legs and ankles a few times before taunting the crowd. The crowd doesn't seem to like either of these guys very much. Jason lifts Theo up and hits a textbook suplex on Theo, which causes Theo to writhe in pain.
BR: Great suplex by the veteran!
MH: Theo is no slouch, even in his rookie year, Buddy! I heard he won a hardcore championship somewhere else earlier in the year!
Jason climbs up to the top rope and quickly jumps off, hitting a double foot stomp right on the chest of Theo!
MH: Ouch! Big time hurt right there.
Before Jason can go for the cover, Theo rolls over and hooks his arm on the rope, showing great ring awareness. Jason drags Theo away from the ropes and hits a few elbow drops on Theo. Jason runs and bounces off of the ropes and hits a leg drop on Theo.
BR: Jason Drago has got complete control of this match right now!
MH: Let's see if the rookie can hold his ground tonight.
Jason picks Theo up and hits a Russian leg sweep. Jason gets on the ground and locks in a headlock on Theo. Theo is nearly able to roll out of the hold a few times, but Jason is able to hold him in it. The referee is asking Theo if he wants to submit... Theo screams "NO!"
BR: This Theo is has a bright mind but I'm not sure if he will have a bright wrestling career based on what I've seen so far, but time will tell.
MH: Oh, you're such an idiot, Buddy; both of these guys will be World champions. I can feel it.
Theo is finally able to hook his foot on the rope forcing a rope break. Theo locks up with Jason and tries to hit a suplex of his own, but it gets reversed; Jason hits another suplex on Theo! Jason nearly jumps to the top turnbuckle and flies off... MOONSAULT!
BR: This guys is quicker than a fox!
Theo rolls out of the way just in the nick of time!
MH: Theo's pretty quick himself! He was just barely able to get out of the way of that deadly moonsault!
Theo rolls over and makes the cover on Jason.
One... KICKOUT!
BR: Theo tried to capitalize on Jason's mistake but Jason is just too fresh.
Jason picks up Theo and goes for a third suplex, but this time Theo is able to reverse and get his feet back on the ground. He flips Jason around and hits a neckbreaker! Theo is looking a bit frustrated. He hits a series of elbow drops on Jason to take out his anger.
MH: I think Theo is a bit salty.
Theo picks up Jason and hits a classic DDT. Theo then lifts Jason and hits him with a series of knees to the abdomen. Theo whips Jason into the ropes and hits a tilt-a-whirl slam on Jason on the return. Theo goes for the cover.
One...
Tw... KICKOUT!
MH: Not even a two count there.
BR: This Jason Drago is tougher than he looks!
MH: Are you saying Jason doesn't look tough?
Theo elbows Jason in the back a few times to send him back to the mat so he has a moment to catch his breath. Theo bows to the crowd, as if he is expecting adoration but receives nothing but boos. Theo picks up Jason and locks up with him. He takes Jason arms and applies a wristlock, but Jason reverses it into a wristlock of his own. After a few moments of struggling, Jason puts his elbow into Theo's neck and pushes his head closer to the floor.
BR: Classic chain wrestling here...
Jason tries to transition the hold into his Cigar City Stretch but Theo is able to break the hold and nail Jason with an uppercut, then another uppercut, and another! Jason is now reeling. Jason stumbles towards Theo, and Theo hits Jason with a back body drop in the middle of the ring.
MH: Back body drop!
Theo picks up Jason and whips him into the corner. He charges the corner, but Jason slips out of the way just in time. Jason grabs Theo's hair and slams him to the ground.
BR: That is such a cheap tactic, Michael.
The referee steps in to admonish Jason while Jason is backed into the corner. He is playing dumb to the ref. Theo rises from the ground and jumps at Jason! Jason "accidentally" positions the referee in between them, and the referee takes a huge hit! The referee crumples to the floor.
MH: Mark your calendar folks! The first match in AWS history where the referee stuck his nose where it didn't belong! Hahaha.
BR: Damnit, Michael. He's got a family for God's sakes! Jason did that on purpose, that son of a bitch!
While Theo looks down at the ref, Jason kicks Theo right in the balls! Theo falls to the mat while Jason smiles with content.
MH: I hope Theo didn't want children!
Jason slips outside and grabs his trusty kendo stick and slides back in the ring. As Theo climbs to a crouched position, Jason strikes an stomach shot and then cracks the kendo stick over Theo's head!
BR: This just ain't right... that damn Jason should be fined, or fired, or both!
MH: If it were illegal, I'm sure the referee would've stopped the match Buddy, so calm your tits!
Jason tosses the kendo stick to the outside of the ring. Jason picks up Theo... he gets set up, Drago Death Driver! Jason goes for the cover... but the referee is still down!
BR: Drago's own dirty tactic has bit him squarely in the ass!
Jason goes over and smacks the back of the referees head, trying to wake him. Jason is now lifting on the collar of the referee and shaking him about.
MH: Wake up ref!
Theo sneaks up from behind and grabs Jason... The Theocracy! Theo rolls over on top of Jason as the referee stumbles over.
BR: What a gut wrench powerbomb!
One...
Two...
Three!
MH: So close!
RING ANNOUNCER: Your winner via pinfall... THEO OPTIMAS!
WINNER: THEO OPTIMAS
BR: This one could have gone either way, Michael; it was so close.
MH: If you're gonna play dirty don't screw yourself!
BR: These young stars sure as hell are looking to impress tonight. Next up we have...
MH: If you're gonna play dirty don't screw yourself!
BR: These young stars sure as hell are looking to impress tonight. Next up we have...
"I've Got It All" by Jim Johnston hits interrupting Buddy Roberts. We see a young handsome man step out onto the stage with a smug smirk on his face. He has a microphone in hand as he paces back and forth on the stage, looking out into the crowd. The music fades...
ALISTAIR MASON: My name is Alistair Mason and I am the General Manager of the entire Apex Wrestling Syndicate.
Alistair stares down the ramp...
ALISTAIR MASON: I am not walking all the way down there, the microphone works just fine from up here.
As such I would like to announce that next week, on the debut of our weekly TV show Ascension, the TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP will be determined in the main event! It only makes sense that our first TV champion be crowned on our fist TV show, right?
The crowd cheers in agreement.
ALISTAIR MASON: Shh, shh, I wasn't really asking you guys.
BR: That's kind of rude...
MH: Didn't you hear him, Buddy? Shh...!
ALISTAIR MASON: Okay so here is how it works. I am carefully watching each and every match and interview tonight. The people that impress me most will be placed in the Television title championship match. So everybody better get to impressin'!
The GM smirks as "I've Got It All" hits on the audio system. The GM makes his way through the curtain to the back.
As the GM it is my job keep not only this show, but the whole syndicate flowing and smooth. Despite what the old guy says I'm the one doing most of the work around here. He certainly needs me to help run this place, someone with organizational skills, someone not so "relaxed."
ALISTAIR MASON: My name is Alistair Mason and I am the General Manager of the entire Apex Wrestling Syndicate.
Alistair stares down the ramp...
ALISTAIR MASON: I am not walking all the way down there, the microphone works just fine from up here.
As such I would like to announce that next week, on the debut of our weekly TV show Ascension, the TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP will be determined in the main event! It only makes sense that our first TV champion be crowned on our fist TV show, right?
The crowd cheers in agreement.
ALISTAIR MASON: Shh, shh, I wasn't really asking you guys.
BR: That's kind of rude...
MH: Didn't you hear him, Buddy? Shh...!
ALISTAIR MASON: Okay so here is how it works. I am carefully watching each and every match and interview tonight. The people that impress me most will be placed in the Television title championship match. So everybody better get to impressin'!
The GM smirks as "I've Got It All" hits on the audio system. The GM makes his way through the curtain to the back.
As the GM it is my job keep not only this show, but the whole syndicate flowing and smooth. Despite what the old guy says I'm the one doing most of the work around here. He certainly needs me to help run this place, someone with organizational skills, someone not so "relaxed."
SINGLES MATCH
EZ-PUNK VS HATCHET
“Hail To The King” hits while a video package showing his greatness is played on the big screen. After about 15 seconds, he graces the crowd with his presence. EZ-Punk makes his way down to the ring with an intense look on his face while a wave of hatred from the crowd flows over him. He slides into the ring and shows off his refined physique while posturing on the turnbuckle. “Wow these fans are sure lucky to see me” he thinks to himself.
RING ANNOUNCER: This match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first... on the way to the ring, from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at 250 pounds... EZ-PUNK!
BR: Here comes "Electric" Zaahir Punk... a man in the business since May of 2000.
MH: He has held more championships than you have teeth, Buddy!
BR: Seems like just another over inflated ego to me, Michael. That seems to be rampant in the wrestling business these days. He doesn't seem as good as he claims.
MH: I'm sorry that we aren't all skipping along down main street holding hands to buy penny candy like they did when you weren't as old as a dinosaur.
RING ANNOUNCER: This match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first... on the way to the ring, from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at 250 pounds... EZ-PUNK!
BR: Here comes "Electric" Zaahir Punk... a man in the business since May of 2000.
MH: He has held more championships than you have teeth, Buddy!
BR: Seems like just another over inflated ego to me, Michael. That seems to be rampant in the wrestling business these days. He doesn't seem as good as he claims.
MH: I'm sorry that we aren't all skipping along down main street holding hands to buy penny candy like they did when you weren't as old as a dinosaur.
Under And Over It By Five Finger Death Punch hits the airwaves as the lights dim down. Hatchet walks out from the back as the crowd stands and gives him their appreciation. Hatchet takes in the crowds cheers then runs down the aisle and slides into the ring. He walks over to the near turnbuckle and raises his arms up. As the music fades, Hatchet prepares for the match.. but squatting in the corner waiting for the match to begin.
RING ANNOUNCER: And his opponent... making his way to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 198 pounds... HATCHET!
MH: Intimidating name for an un-intimidating man, Buddy.
BR: You don't find Hatchet intimidating? You are so full of it, Michael. This man was in the armed forces and his arm is being held together by a steel plate!
The bell rings as the two stalk each other around the ring. Hatchet tries to lock up with EZ-Punk but EZ-Punk backs away and gets in the ropes, forcing the referee to keep Hatchet away for the break. EZ-Punk approaches Hatchet. Hatchet grabs EZ-Punk, attempting a classic test of strength, but Punk once again gets himself in the ropes to create separation. The crowd boos at this act of cowardliness.
BR: Seems EZ-Punk doesn't want to take Hatchet head on.
MH: I think it's a smart strategy, Buddy. Why jump right in when you can make your opponent work for it?
Hatchet once again tries to lock up with EZ-Punk only to have EZ-Punk rake Hatchet across the eyes. Hatchet tends to his face while the referee scolds Punk. Punk punches Hatchet with a cheap shot with the referee still halfway in the way.
BR: You may call it smart; I call it dirty.
EZ-Punk grabs Hatchet and gives him a European uppercut, sending Hatchet stepping back. EZ-Punk stomps the toe of Hatchet and smacks him in the face. EZ-Punks lets out a hearty chuckle.
MH: I like to see a man take pleasure in his work, Buddy!
Hatchet tries to deliver a right hand, but EZ-Punk blocks and turns it into a wristlock. EZ-Punk slips behind and punches Hatchet in the back of the head. Release German suplex by Punk! Hatchet tumbles across the ring.
BR: Seems like EZ-Punk is just a tad stronger than Hatchet here. In a fair fight I think Hatchet would have the advantage due to his military training.
MH: Fair? This is fair. The same rules apply to both men, Buddy. Quit making excuses.
BR: You know just as well as I do there is some wiggle room in the rules, Heenan. It's possible to play dirty and still technically be within the rules and that is exactly what Punk is doing here.
MH: Quit making excuses for him, Buddy. Did you buy a bunch of Hatchet stock or something?
Hatchet goes for a boot to the gut but Punk catches it. He spins Hatchet around and clobbers him with a short arm clothesline. EZ-Punk goes for the cover.
O...Kickout!
BR: Not even a one count!
MH: Can't blame him for testing the waters, though.
BR: Can't disagree there, Michael. Plus the energy spent trying to kick out is going to cost Hatchet every time.
EZ-Punk stomps on Hatchets head, he then walks around and stomps his ribs at least five times before taunting the crowd to a chorus of jeers. EZ-Punk picks up Hatchet and hits a belly to belly suplex. EZ-Punk follows up with a rolling knee on Hatchet.
MH: Punk in complete control here. This one may not last much longer if Hatchet doesn't get something started here!
EZ-Punk waits for hatchet to sit up. He hits a running kick right on Hatchets chest! EZ-Punk smashes his boot into the face of Hatchet, taunting the crowd in the process.
BR: Punk thinks he has things well in hand, he better not get over confident, though.
EZ-Punk picks up Hatchet and whips him over the top rope, Hatchet goes crashing down to the floor. EZ-Punk immediately follows. EZ-Punk lifts Hatchet's knee and slams it down on the outside.
The referee begins to count.
ONE... BR: Hatchet hasn't had even a single offensive move in this match so far, Michael!
MH: They have to ten to get back, or this will end in a double count out!
Hatchet rolls in pain and grabs onto the guard wall to try to get up. EZ-Punk lifts Hatchet and lets him slam back into the barrier.
TWO...
THREE...
BR: Up to a three count now.
EZ-Punk lifts Hatchet's head and goes for a punch, but Hatchet catches it! Hatchet swings with the other hand but EZ-Punk catches Hatchet! EZ-Punk boots Hatchet in the gut and hits a DDT on Hatchet!
FOUR...
MH: That padding isn't as thick as it looks! If they where in the ring he could get a three count right now!
EZ-Punk climbs to the top of the railing and is stalking Hatchet.
FIVE...
As Hatchet climbs to his feet. EZ-Punk hits a diving double axehandle smash! Hatchet slams to the floor.
BR: Big impact right there!
SIX...
EZ-Punk lifts Hatchet and Irish whips him into the ring post. Hatchet smashes his head into it and falls to the ground.
SEVEN...
MH: Up to seven now!
BR: Punk called Hatchet a terrorist just because of his genetic descent. I haven't heard such bull since the last time you opened your mouth, Michael!
MH: Statistics don't lie, Buddy!
BR: What does that even mean, Michael?
Hatchet gets up and tried to climb in the ring but Punk catches him and puts him on his shoulders. Electric chair drop to the floor!
EIGHT...
BR: Eight! Can either man get back in!?
EZ-Punk gets up and slides in just as the referee counts to...
NINE...
MH: I think Hatchet is deserting this match too, Buddy!
Hatchet is stammering to his feet as the referee begins to thrust his arms upwards for the final count.
HATCHET SLIDES IN!
EZ-Punk kicks the bottom rope out of anger and can't believe it. Hatchet rolls around on the mat looking relieved.
BR: Punk's cheap tactic to get Hatchet counted out has FAILED.
MH: You seem a bit too happy about that, Buddy.
BR: I don't think anyone wanted to see this match end like that, Michael, except for Punk.
EZ-Punk goes for the cover!
One...
Two...
Kickout!
MH: Not enough that way either!
BR: This Hatchet is something else!
EZ-Punk stand Hatchet up and whips him across the ring into the ropes. EZ-Punk bounces off of the ropes himself and is going for a running boot. Hatchet slides under the running boot and hits a backstabber to Punk!
BR: Finally Hatchet gets an offensive move in on Punk!
Punk gets up and swings at Hatchet. Hatchet dodges and gets a kick in the side to Punk in, and then another! Hatchet dives at Punk and hits a flipping neckbreaker on Punk. The crowd roars with excitement. Hatchet mounts Punk and hits several punches before rolling away.
MH: Punk better be careful not to lose control of this one!
Hatchet lifts Punk and whips him into the corner. Hatchet signals to the crowd and begins chopping Punk in the chest! Hatchet got in a good fifteen or so chops before the referee was able to break it up.
BR: I think Hatchet is more dangerous when angry!
Hatchet grabs Punk and hits a running bulldog, Hatchet gets up runs into the ropes and hits a running baseball slide into Punk. As Hatchet picks up momentum, the crowd increases in volume. Hatchet picks up Punk and exchanges blows, but eventually Hatchet gets two or three blows in for every one that Punk gets. Hurricanrana out of nowhere by Hatchet!
MH: Whoa! What a hurricanrana!
BR: Hatchet's going for the pin!
One..
Two... Kickout!
EZ-Punk kicks out and tries to get on his feet.
MH: I think EZ-Punk wasn't expecting this kind of thunderous comeback!
As EZ-Punk stands up, he swings wildly at Hatchet, who ducks. Hatchet jumps up and grabs EZ-Punk's head as he vaults into the corner and then out again. Swinging tornado DDT! EZ-Punk is laid out in the ring.
BR: Impressive DDT.
Hatchet climbs to the top turnbuckle and removes his armband. He points to his arm and the crowd begins to roar!
MH: Is he going to cheat?
As EZ-Punk gets up and groggily turns around he is met with a Top Rope Diving Forearm Smash by Hatchet!
MH: Cheater! Cheater!
BR: It's not cheating, it is part of his body, Michael! That steel plate in his arm is no doubt a benefit in this case though!
MH: What where you saying about playing dirty within the rules, Buddy?
BR: Touché, Michael... Touché...
Hatchet goes for the cover, he hooks both legs of EZ-Punk.
One...
Two...
Th - ROPE BREAK!
BR: What? Rope break? Punk is out cold, he didn't move!?
MH: No, it was Hatchet, that idiot!
The referee points to hatchets left foot which is under the rope! Hatchet has caused his own rope break! The referee saw it at the last moment! Hatchet quickly slides to the other side of Punk and makes another cover.
One...
Two...
ROPE BREAK!/
Just in the nick of time, EZ-Punk inadvertently shifted his free arm under the rope which the referee saw.
MH: What skilled veteran move by Punk to get that rope break!
BR: What an unfortunate rookie mistake by Hatchet! He had this TWICE in a row with Punk dead as a doornail. Punk didn't mean for that rope break, his arm happen to have slid there. Hatchet has to be furious!
Hatchet gets up and waves his arms at the referee in disbelief. EZ-Punk is up! Hatchet spins around and tries a clothesline but Punk ducks and grabs Hatchet. Electric Stunner! Punk falls to the mat and hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
Three!
RING ANNOUNCER: Your winner via pinfall... EZ-PUNK!
RING ANNOUNCER: And his opponent... making his way to the ring from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 198 pounds... HATCHET!
MH: Intimidating name for an un-intimidating man, Buddy.
BR: You don't find Hatchet intimidating? You are so full of it, Michael. This man was in the armed forces and his arm is being held together by a steel plate!
The bell rings as the two stalk each other around the ring. Hatchet tries to lock up with EZ-Punk but EZ-Punk backs away and gets in the ropes, forcing the referee to keep Hatchet away for the break. EZ-Punk approaches Hatchet. Hatchet grabs EZ-Punk, attempting a classic test of strength, but Punk once again gets himself in the ropes to create separation. The crowd boos at this act of cowardliness.
BR: Seems EZ-Punk doesn't want to take Hatchet head on.
MH: I think it's a smart strategy, Buddy. Why jump right in when you can make your opponent work for it?
Hatchet once again tries to lock up with EZ-Punk only to have EZ-Punk rake Hatchet across the eyes. Hatchet tends to his face while the referee scolds Punk. Punk punches Hatchet with a cheap shot with the referee still halfway in the way.
BR: You may call it smart; I call it dirty.
EZ-Punk grabs Hatchet and gives him a European uppercut, sending Hatchet stepping back. EZ-Punk stomps the toe of Hatchet and smacks him in the face. EZ-Punks lets out a hearty chuckle.
MH: I like to see a man take pleasure in his work, Buddy!
Hatchet tries to deliver a right hand, but EZ-Punk blocks and turns it into a wristlock. EZ-Punk slips behind and punches Hatchet in the back of the head. Release German suplex by Punk! Hatchet tumbles across the ring.
BR: Seems like EZ-Punk is just a tad stronger than Hatchet here. In a fair fight I think Hatchet would have the advantage due to his military training.
MH: Fair? This is fair. The same rules apply to both men, Buddy. Quit making excuses.
BR: You know just as well as I do there is some wiggle room in the rules, Heenan. It's possible to play dirty and still technically be within the rules and that is exactly what Punk is doing here.
MH: Quit making excuses for him, Buddy. Did you buy a bunch of Hatchet stock or something?
Hatchet goes for a boot to the gut but Punk catches it. He spins Hatchet around and clobbers him with a short arm clothesline. EZ-Punk goes for the cover.
O...Kickout!
BR: Not even a one count!
MH: Can't blame him for testing the waters, though.
BR: Can't disagree there, Michael. Plus the energy spent trying to kick out is going to cost Hatchet every time.
EZ-Punk stomps on Hatchets head, he then walks around and stomps his ribs at least five times before taunting the crowd to a chorus of jeers. EZ-Punk picks up Hatchet and hits a belly to belly suplex. EZ-Punk follows up with a rolling knee on Hatchet.
MH: Punk in complete control here. This one may not last much longer if Hatchet doesn't get something started here!
EZ-Punk waits for hatchet to sit up. He hits a running kick right on Hatchets chest! EZ-Punk smashes his boot into the face of Hatchet, taunting the crowd in the process.
BR: Punk thinks he has things well in hand, he better not get over confident, though.
EZ-Punk picks up Hatchet and whips him over the top rope, Hatchet goes crashing down to the floor. EZ-Punk immediately follows. EZ-Punk lifts Hatchet's knee and slams it down on the outside.
The referee begins to count.
ONE... BR: Hatchet hasn't had even a single offensive move in this match so far, Michael!
MH: They have to ten to get back, or this will end in a double count out!
Hatchet rolls in pain and grabs onto the guard wall to try to get up. EZ-Punk lifts Hatchet and lets him slam back into the barrier.
TWO...
THREE...
BR: Up to a three count now.
EZ-Punk lifts Hatchet's head and goes for a punch, but Hatchet catches it! Hatchet swings with the other hand but EZ-Punk catches Hatchet! EZ-Punk boots Hatchet in the gut and hits a DDT on Hatchet!
FOUR...
MH: That padding isn't as thick as it looks! If they where in the ring he could get a three count right now!
EZ-Punk climbs to the top of the railing and is stalking Hatchet.
FIVE...
As Hatchet climbs to his feet. EZ-Punk hits a diving double axehandle smash! Hatchet slams to the floor.
BR: Big impact right there!
SIX...
EZ-Punk lifts Hatchet and Irish whips him into the ring post. Hatchet smashes his head into it and falls to the ground.
SEVEN...
MH: Up to seven now!
BR: Punk called Hatchet a terrorist just because of his genetic descent. I haven't heard such bull since the last time you opened your mouth, Michael!
MH: Statistics don't lie, Buddy!
BR: What does that even mean, Michael?
Hatchet gets up and tried to climb in the ring but Punk catches him and puts him on his shoulders. Electric chair drop to the floor!
EIGHT...
BR: Eight! Can either man get back in!?
EZ-Punk gets up and slides in just as the referee counts to...
NINE...
MH: I think Hatchet is deserting this match too, Buddy!
Hatchet is stammering to his feet as the referee begins to thrust his arms upwards for the final count.
HATCHET SLIDES IN!
EZ-Punk kicks the bottom rope out of anger and can't believe it. Hatchet rolls around on the mat looking relieved.
BR: Punk's cheap tactic to get Hatchet counted out has FAILED.
MH: You seem a bit too happy about that, Buddy.
BR: I don't think anyone wanted to see this match end like that, Michael, except for Punk.
EZ-Punk goes for the cover!
One...
Two...
Kickout!
MH: Not enough that way either!
BR: This Hatchet is something else!
EZ-Punk stand Hatchet up and whips him across the ring into the ropes. EZ-Punk bounces off of the ropes himself and is going for a running boot. Hatchet slides under the running boot and hits a backstabber to Punk!
BR: Finally Hatchet gets an offensive move in on Punk!
Punk gets up and swings at Hatchet. Hatchet dodges and gets a kick in the side to Punk in, and then another! Hatchet dives at Punk and hits a flipping neckbreaker on Punk. The crowd roars with excitement. Hatchet mounts Punk and hits several punches before rolling away.
MH: Punk better be careful not to lose control of this one!
Hatchet lifts Punk and whips him into the corner. Hatchet signals to the crowd and begins chopping Punk in the chest! Hatchet got in a good fifteen or so chops before the referee was able to break it up.
BR: I think Hatchet is more dangerous when angry!
Hatchet grabs Punk and hits a running bulldog, Hatchet gets up runs into the ropes and hits a running baseball slide into Punk. As Hatchet picks up momentum, the crowd increases in volume. Hatchet picks up Punk and exchanges blows, but eventually Hatchet gets two or three blows in for every one that Punk gets. Hurricanrana out of nowhere by Hatchet!
MH: Whoa! What a hurricanrana!
BR: Hatchet's going for the pin!
One..
Two... Kickout!
EZ-Punk kicks out and tries to get on his feet.
MH: I think EZ-Punk wasn't expecting this kind of thunderous comeback!
As EZ-Punk stands up, he swings wildly at Hatchet, who ducks. Hatchet jumps up and grabs EZ-Punk's head as he vaults into the corner and then out again. Swinging tornado DDT! EZ-Punk is laid out in the ring.
BR: Impressive DDT.
Hatchet climbs to the top turnbuckle and removes his armband. He points to his arm and the crowd begins to roar!
MH: Is he going to cheat?
As EZ-Punk gets up and groggily turns around he is met with a Top Rope Diving Forearm Smash by Hatchet!
MH: Cheater! Cheater!
BR: It's not cheating, it is part of his body, Michael! That steel plate in his arm is no doubt a benefit in this case though!
MH: What where you saying about playing dirty within the rules, Buddy?
BR: Touché, Michael... Touché...
Hatchet goes for the cover, he hooks both legs of EZ-Punk.
One...
Two...
Th - ROPE BREAK!
BR: What? Rope break? Punk is out cold, he didn't move!?
MH: No, it was Hatchet, that idiot!
The referee points to hatchets left foot which is under the rope! Hatchet has caused his own rope break! The referee saw it at the last moment! Hatchet quickly slides to the other side of Punk and makes another cover.
One...
Two...
ROPE BREAK!/
Just in the nick of time, EZ-Punk inadvertently shifted his free arm under the rope which the referee saw.
MH: What skilled veteran move by Punk to get that rope break!
BR: What an unfortunate rookie mistake by Hatchet! He had this TWICE in a row with Punk dead as a doornail. Punk didn't mean for that rope break, his arm happen to have slid there. Hatchet has to be furious!
Hatchet gets up and waves his arms at the referee in disbelief. EZ-Punk is up! Hatchet spins around and tries a clothesline but Punk ducks and grabs Hatchet. Electric Stunner! Punk falls to the mat and hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
Three!
RING ANNOUNCER: Your winner via pinfall... EZ-PUNK!
WINNER: EZ-PUNK
BR: I feel so bad for Hatchet. Poor kid had this won after a long struggle, had it won TWICE... IN A ROW and lost.
MH: Hatchet is a rookie and that was a rookie mistake. If he was a bit smarter he would have his hand raised right now...
The camera cuts to the outside of Bobby Crane's dressing room. We see a pile of dirty dishes with gnawed up ribs and the remains of about six t-bone steaks sit on the floor waiting for someone to come clean them up.
BR: What the hell? Who on earth does Bobby Crane have inside that locker room?!
MH: Who says he has anybody in there, Buddy boy? Maybe he's just got an appetite tonight, or MAYBE he brought his pet...bear?
BR: Whoever is in that room with him has just finished second or third dinner and I'm pretty sure Bobby Crane uses a fork and knife to eat... those steaks look like they were chewed apart by a damned wild animal!
MH: You're always so suspicious of everybody, Buddy. Quit being such a drama queen!
BR: Up next we have the kickoff to the absolutely huge World Heavyweight Championship tournament! This is the first match of the first round, coming up next!
MH: Hatchet is a rookie and that was a rookie mistake. If he was a bit smarter he would have his hand raised right now...
The camera cuts to the outside of Bobby Crane's dressing room. We see a pile of dirty dishes with gnawed up ribs and the remains of about six t-bone steaks sit on the floor waiting for someone to come clean them up.
BR: What the hell? Who on earth does Bobby Crane have inside that locker room?!
MH: Who says he has anybody in there, Buddy boy? Maybe he's just got an appetite tonight, or MAYBE he brought his pet...bear?
BR: Whoever is in that room with him has just finished second or third dinner and I'm pretty sure Bobby Crane uses a fork and knife to eat... those steaks look like they were chewed apart by a damned wild animal!
MH: You're always so suspicious of everybody, Buddy. Quit being such a drama queen!
BR: Up next we have the kickoff to the absolutely huge World Heavyweight Championship tournament! This is the first match of the first round, coming up next!
WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TOURNAMENT MATCH
ROUND ONE
RIAN RAE VS J.T. WILLIAMS
The Power Of Love hits over the arena as the crowd erupts in cheers. Rian comes out bouncing up and down to her adoring fans. She points across the crowd as she walks down the ramp. She rolls into the ring and bounces on the ropes while waving at her fans.
RING ANNOUNCER: This match is a first round match in the World Heavyweight Championship tournament and is scheduled for one fall with a forty five minute time limit. First, making her way down to the ring, from Vancouver, Washington, weighing in at 130 pounds... RIAN RAE!
MH: I'm afraid this sweet young thing won't stand a chance here tonight, Buddy.
BR: I don't know about that. Women are equals here in the AWS and she is a talented wrestler. Her uncle, father, and grandfather were all professional wrestlers. This young lady might just be the dark horse in the tournament which we are kicking off tonight.
RING ANNOUNCER: This match is a first round match in the World Heavyweight Championship tournament and is scheduled for one fall with a forty five minute time limit. First, making her way down to the ring, from Vancouver, Washington, weighing in at 130 pounds... RIAN RAE!
MH: I'm afraid this sweet young thing won't stand a chance here tonight, Buddy.
BR: I don't know about that. Women are equals here in the AWS and she is a talented wrestler. Her uncle, father, and grandfather were all professional wrestlers. This young lady might just be the dark horse in the tournament which we are kicking off tonight.
J.T. William's music hits as the crowd rumbles with boos. The rumbling of the crowd is soon drowned out by the rumbling of the black Yamaha YZF-R250 that Williams drives on to the stage and down the ramp. J.T. Williams parks the bike at the end of the ramp and slides into the ring.
RING ANNOUNCER: And her opponent, on his way to the ring, hailing from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 210 pounds... J.T. WILLIAM!
MH: This young man has had a storied past, but I believe he is on the level now and will be our FIRST World Heavyweight champion, Buddy!
BR: We'll see, Michael, he has just as much of a chance as anybody else.
MH: Racist...
BR: What!?
As the bell rings Rian Rae goes up to shake J.T.'s hand...
BR: What a sweet girl...
J.T. Williams takes Rian's hand and uses his other hand to grab her hair and uses it to slam her on the mat!
MH: Told you she didn't belong here.
The referee yells at J.T. Williams as he lifts her of the ground. J.T. Williams hits a head butt knocking Rian Rae back a few feet. Williams follows up with a side kick to the chest knocking Rian down.
BR: J.T. Williams with the obvious size advantage here.
As J.T. Williams approaches Rian sweeps the leg, causing Williams to fall flat on his back. They both get up at about the same time and lock up. Rian slips behind Williams but he has his feet anchored to the ground. Rian Rae tries to lift a second time but J.T. Williams flips over her back and now has her from behind.
BR: Some good lockups here.
MH: Rian is pretty quick, but so is Williams!
J.T. Williams gets tossed over Rian's shoulder as she leans to the ground and rolls him over her body. She goes for a standing cross body, but Williams catches her. He lifts her up on his shoulders and leans back for a Samoan drop, but she grabs his head and reverses it into a reverse DDT!
BR: Great reversal there! You can tell she grew up in this business.
MH: Just because her family is good at something doesn't mean she is, Buddy.
Rian takes this opportunity to drive her knee into the back of Williams several times. She wipes the hair out of her face as she lifts him off the ground slightly and kicks him right in the face.
MH: I wonder if either one of them realizes what it would mean to be the first World Heavyweight title in the new Apex of Wrestling?
Rian locks her arm around William's neck but he is able to run backwards and slam her into the corner. J.T. backs up and hits a running dropkick to Rian in the corner! She flops up and then down into a sitting position in the corner.
BR: What a dropkick!
J.T. Williams stomps on Rian a few times before mocking the capacity crowd. He takes his knee and smashes it in her face while using the ropes for leverage. The referee begins to count. One! Two! Three! Four!
MH: He better not get disqualified!
BR: That would be a stupid way to lose your shot at the World Heavyweight title.
Just before five J.T. Williams stops and argues with the referee. He steps back over and puts his boot in her face and the referee begins to count again! One! Two!
BR: Here we go again!
Three! Four! Fi... right before the five count, Williams gets off of Rian who is now rolling on the ground holding her face. Williams picks Rian up and Irish whips her into the other corner. Running avalanche by Williams! Williams grabs a hold of Rian and falls backwards hitting a monkey flip on Rian.
MH: This guy is one of the best athletes I've ever seen!
Williams hits a standing senton flip and lands on Rian. He picks Rian up and hits a spinning suplex on her! J.T. Williams is signalling that this one is over!
BR: I think J.T. is going to try to end it here!
Williams picks Rian Rae up and lifts her straight in the air as he attempts to hit Wrongly Accused! OH WOW! Rian Rae flips midair and lands on top of Williams, sitting behind his head with her legs hanging over his chest.
MH: What a pesky little fly!
The Power Of Love! Rian Rae hits her version of a sunset flip powerbomb into a pin. The referee slides in to count!
BR: Out of nowhere! What a stellar move by Rian!
One...
Two...
Three!
RING ANNOUNCER: Your winner by pinfall... RIAN RAE!
BR: I'm not sure, Heenan, but so far they sure are putting in some damn fine effort.
RING ANNOUNCER: And her opponent, on his way to the ring, hailing from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 210 pounds... J.T. WILLIAM!
MH: This young man has had a storied past, but I believe he is on the level now and will be our FIRST World Heavyweight champion, Buddy!
BR: We'll see, Michael, he has just as much of a chance as anybody else.
MH: Racist...
BR: What!?
As the bell rings Rian Rae goes up to shake J.T.'s hand...
BR: What a sweet girl...
J.T. Williams takes Rian's hand and uses his other hand to grab her hair and uses it to slam her on the mat!
MH: Told you she didn't belong here.
The referee yells at J.T. Williams as he lifts her of the ground. J.T. Williams hits a head butt knocking Rian Rae back a few feet. Williams follows up with a side kick to the chest knocking Rian down.
BR: J.T. Williams with the obvious size advantage here.
As J.T. Williams approaches Rian sweeps the leg, causing Williams to fall flat on his back. They both get up at about the same time and lock up. Rian slips behind Williams but he has his feet anchored to the ground. Rian Rae tries to lift a second time but J.T. Williams flips over her back and now has her from behind.
BR: Some good lockups here.
MH: Rian is pretty quick, but so is Williams!
J.T. Williams gets tossed over Rian's shoulder as she leans to the ground and rolls him over her body. She goes for a standing cross body, but Williams catches her. He lifts her up on his shoulders and leans back for a Samoan drop, but she grabs his head and reverses it into a reverse DDT!
BR: Great reversal there! You can tell she grew up in this business.
MH: Just because her family is good at something doesn't mean she is, Buddy.
Rian takes this opportunity to drive her knee into the back of Williams several times. She wipes the hair out of her face as she lifts him off the ground slightly and kicks him right in the face.
MH: I wonder if either one of them realizes what it would mean to be the first World Heavyweight title in the new Apex of Wrestling?
Rian locks her arm around William's neck but he is able to run backwards and slam her into the corner. J.T. backs up and hits a running dropkick to Rian in the corner! She flops up and then down into a sitting position in the corner.
BR: What a dropkick!
J.T. Williams stomps on Rian a few times before mocking the capacity crowd. He takes his knee and smashes it in her face while using the ropes for leverage. The referee begins to count. One! Two! Three! Four!
MH: He better not get disqualified!
BR: That would be a stupid way to lose your shot at the World Heavyweight title.
Just before five J.T. Williams stops and argues with the referee. He steps back over and puts his boot in her face and the referee begins to count again! One! Two!
BR: Here we go again!
Three! Four! Fi... right before the five count, Williams gets off of Rian who is now rolling on the ground holding her face. Williams picks Rian up and Irish whips her into the other corner. Running avalanche by Williams! Williams grabs a hold of Rian and falls backwards hitting a monkey flip on Rian.
MH: This guy is one of the best athletes I've ever seen!
Williams hits a standing senton flip and lands on Rian. He picks Rian up and hits a spinning suplex on her! J.T. Williams is signalling that this one is over!
BR: I think J.T. is going to try to end it here!
Williams picks Rian Rae up and lifts her straight in the air as he attempts to hit Wrongly Accused! OH WOW! Rian Rae flips midair and lands on top of Williams, sitting behind his head with her legs hanging over his chest.
MH: What a pesky little fly!
The Power Of Love! Rian Rae hits her version of a sunset flip powerbomb into a pin. The referee slides in to count!
BR: Out of nowhere! What a stellar move by Rian!
One...
Two...
Three!
RING ANNOUNCER: Your winner by pinfall... RIAN RAE!
BR: I'm not sure, Heenan, but so far they sure are putting in some damn fine effort.
WINNER: RIAN RAE (Advances to round 2)
MH: Oh god...
BR: She got him! She got him with The Power Of Love!
MH: I guess this means she advances in the tournament?
BR: You bet your ass. The entire tournament bracket should be revealed on Ascension next week.
MH: Now let's go backstage to Geoffrey James who has another exclusive interview!
The camera cuts to a curtain with the AWS logo on it. In front of it stands the AWS interviewer Geoffery James and Melvin Brown.
GEOFFREY JAMES: Thank you for joining me Melvin, so how are you doing?
MELVIN BROWN: I'm good, really good.
GEOFFREY JAMES: I'd like to hear from the man himself without your mouthpiece Tommy McClinton... So what made you join AWS?
MELVIN BROWN: Well I joined this company to hurt people... my favorite thing to do. Whoever Mr. Troy got for me, I'm going to be breaking their fucking neck with my uppercut, then hit them with a spear, all set and done.
GEOFFREY JAMES: Well according to your MMA record... you killed a guy with your bare fists... what are you thoughts?
Melvin laughs...
MELVIN BROWN: I just don't give a fuck... I do what I wanna do... No one can control me... Hell I can't control myself. I have this thing in my body that shouts: KILL! KILL! KILL! My MMA record was just the start... 19 wins all in the first round, NO LOSS! Not a one loss... I'm making a name outta myself... I'm going to be World champion.
Melvin turns to leave...
GEOFFREY JAMES: WAIT, before you go, who you want as your first challenger?
MELVIN BROWN: Easy.
Melvin shoves Geoffrey out of the way and gets up close and personal with the camera
MELVIN BROWN: JASON!!!!! YO ASS IS MINE!
Melvin growls to the camera as it fades to a video package for next weeks Ascension show.
BR: She got him! She got him with The Power Of Love!
MH: I guess this means she advances in the tournament?
BR: You bet your ass. The entire tournament bracket should be revealed on Ascension next week.
MH: Now let's go backstage to Geoffrey James who has another exclusive interview!
The camera cuts to a curtain with the AWS logo on it. In front of it stands the AWS interviewer Geoffery James and Melvin Brown.
GEOFFREY JAMES: Thank you for joining me Melvin, so how are you doing?
MELVIN BROWN: I'm good, really good.
GEOFFREY JAMES: I'd like to hear from the man himself without your mouthpiece Tommy McClinton... So what made you join AWS?
MELVIN BROWN: Well I joined this company to hurt people... my favorite thing to do. Whoever Mr. Troy got for me, I'm going to be breaking their fucking neck with my uppercut, then hit them with a spear, all set and done.
GEOFFREY JAMES: Well according to your MMA record... you killed a guy with your bare fists... what are you thoughts?
Melvin laughs...
MELVIN BROWN: I just don't give a fuck... I do what I wanna do... No one can control me... Hell I can't control myself. I have this thing in my body that shouts: KILL! KILL! KILL! My MMA record was just the start... 19 wins all in the first round, NO LOSS! Not a one loss... I'm making a name outta myself... I'm going to be World champion.
Melvin turns to leave...
GEOFFREY JAMES: WAIT, before you go, who you want as your first challenger?
MELVIN BROWN: Easy.
Melvin shoves Geoffrey out of the way and gets up close and personal with the camera
MELVIN BROWN: JASON!!!!! YO ASS IS MINE!
Melvin growls to the camera as it fades to a video package for next weeks Ascension show.
MAIN EVENT
"BEAUTIFUL" BOBBY CRANE VS MARCUS POLO
HARDCORE MATCH
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
The lights dim and a single red spotlight hits the entrance curtain. A rumbling bass line ripples through the arena for dramatic effect, and as the crowd boos wildly in anticipation of who they know is about to walk out from the back, "Unbelievable" by EMF hits. Golden pyro erupts in a steady stream as the song's opening "Ooooh!" echoes through the arena.
As the pyro rains down on the entrance way, out steps "Beautiful" Bobby Crane. His flowing red robe is adorned with silver glitter which shimmers in the spotlight, and "Beautiful" is hand stitched onto the back, which the camera gets a good shot of as he turns his back to the ring, holds out his arms to the side like a prophet, and soaks in imaginary adulation from the crowd, while in reality he is showered with boos. The red spotlight follows him all the way down the aisle, where a ring attendant passes him a hand mirror. Bobby Crane holds up the mirror, checks his hair, flashes a winning smile, and then leans in towards the camera.
"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful," he mockingly pleads with our viewers at home.
He climbs the ring steps, wipes his feet on the apron, and climbs through the ropes, spinning in a dramatic circle with his arms outstretched. The crowd sends louder jeers his way, which he ignores, and he bends his knee slightly and bows like royalty for the fans in attendance.
As he backs into his corner, a gorgeous young woman in a sparkling golden dress awaits him. He opens up his arms and allows the young lady to untie and remove his robe. After warning her to take care of it, he demands the referee hold the ropes for her.
Crane stands clad in dark red trunks, matching knee pads and boots, with "BBC" hand written in black on the sides of each boot.
RING ANNOUNCER: This match is a hardcore match scheduled for one fall with no time limit, and is for the HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first... currently making his way to the ring, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 220 pounds... "BEAUTIFUL" BOBBY CRANE!
MH: This is my favorite wrestler so far.
BR: He's a bit vain for my taste, Michael.
MH: If you looked as good as he did wouldn't you show it off?
BR: I've never put much thought into it...
MH: Of course not, someone as ugly as you can't imagine how difficult it is to be as beautiful as Bobby Crane...
or me...
BR: Oh lord, you're full of it tonight, aren't you?
MH: What did you think of the large MMA fellow we saw before the break?
BR: Good lord almighty. I wouldn't want to face the man.
MH: Do you think he'll get Jason next week?
BR: I don't know, the tournament placement is random, but I don't know if the entire first round will take place next week or not. We'll have to wait and see, I guess.
As the pyro rains down on the entrance way, out steps "Beautiful" Bobby Crane. His flowing red robe is adorned with silver glitter which shimmers in the spotlight, and "Beautiful" is hand stitched onto the back, which the camera gets a good shot of as he turns his back to the ring, holds out his arms to the side like a prophet, and soaks in imaginary adulation from the crowd, while in reality he is showered with boos. The red spotlight follows him all the way down the aisle, where a ring attendant passes him a hand mirror. Bobby Crane holds up the mirror, checks his hair, flashes a winning smile, and then leans in towards the camera.
"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful," he mockingly pleads with our viewers at home.
He climbs the ring steps, wipes his feet on the apron, and climbs through the ropes, spinning in a dramatic circle with his arms outstretched. The crowd sends louder jeers his way, which he ignores, and he bends his knee slightly and bows like royalty for the fans in attendance.
As he backs into his corner, a gorgeous young woman in a sparkling golden dress awaits him. He opens up his arms and allows the young lady to untie and remove his robe. After warning her to take care of it, he demands the referee hold the ropes for her.
Crane stands clad in dark red trunks, matching knee pads and boots, with "BBC" hand written in black on the sides of each boot.
RING ANNOUNCER: This match is a hardcore match scheduled for one fall with no time limit, and is for the HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first... currently making his way to the ring, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 220 pounds... "BEAUTIFUL" BOBBY CRANE!
MH: This is my favorite wrestler so far.
BR: He's a bit vain for my taste, Michael.
MH: If you looked as good as he did wouldn't you show it off?
BR: I've never put much thought into it...
MH: Of course not, someone as ugly as you can't imagine how difficult it is to be as beautiful as Bobby Crane...
or me...
BR: Oh lord, you're full of it tonight, aren't you?
MH: What did you think of the large MMA fellow we saw before the break?
BR: Good lord almighty. I wouldn't want to face the man.
MH: Do you think he'll get Jason next week?
BR: I don't know, the tournament placement is random, but I don't know if the entire first round will take place next week or not. We'll have to wait and see, I guess.
Marcus Polo's music hits as the crowd erupts in cheers. After about 30 seconds Marcus emerges on the ramp with white smoke flooding the entrance to another huge pop. After a few taunts he walks forward a bit to the ramp and hits some intense kicks and poses as gold pyro explodes right under him. As Marcus Polo walks down the ramp his manager Hollywood Skyes comes out on the ramp to the dismay of the fans. Hollywood follows Marcus to the ring. In the ring Marcus poses a bit for the crowd and awaits the start of the match.
RING ANNOUNCER: Introducing his opponent, making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Hollywood Skyes, from Bronx, New York, weighing in at 289 pounds... MARCUS POLO!
BR: These fans love this beast of a man. What a hometown welcome!
MH: I can't believe these fans would choose that meat head over Bobby Crane.
BR: What a night this could be for Polo, to wrestle in the main event of Apex Wrestling's debut show, a Pay Per View nonetheless, in his hometown, at Madison Square Garden to determine the very first Hardcore champion!
MH: Or he could look like a damn fool in front of his friends & family.
BR: I'm not sure why he would associate with a man like Hollywood Skyes though.
MH: Sometimes you need an opposite to fill in the parts you lack, and Marcus Polo lacks a lot.
The bell rings and here we go! The two lock up square in the middle of the ring. Bobby Crane tries to slip out, but Marcus Polo is just too damn strong. Marcus Polo takes control and hits a big suplex right on Bobby Crane, but Bobby is right back up.
BR: Marcus is stronger than Bobby Crane. What an opening move!
MH: Yea, but, he isn't nearly as beautiful...
Marcus Polo Irish whips Bobby into the ropes and hits a big clothesline on the return sending Bobby to the mat. As soon as Bobby is back up he goes for a wristlock, but Marcus reverses into a headlock. Marcus pushes Bobby away and hits him with a few quick jabs. Bobby tries to return punches, but Marcus is able to clobber Bobby with a series of strikes.
BR: It's not a good idea to try to box with Marcus Polo, this man is a striking master.
MH: Bobby needs to take control and get Polo in some holds here.
Bobby Crane runs into the ropes only to be caught with a huge sidewalk slam by Marcus Polo. Marcus gets up and flexes with intensity, the crowd pops massively for this display of power. Marcus Polo picks up Bobby and hits a huge German suplex, sending Bobby to the mat.
MH: I don't like where this is going.
BR: Huge German right there!
Marcus whips Bobby into the ropes, but Bobby is able to hang onto the ropes and stop himself from the return. Marcus charges and clotheslines Bobby over the top rope, much to the delight of the fans, but Bobby Crane lands on his feet! Bobby taps on his head and points at Marcus.
MH: Did you see how "Beautiful" Bobby Crane outsmarted Polo!?
BR: I'd say he got lucky.
MH: You aren't giving Crane enough credit, Buddy.
Out of nowhere Hollywood Skyes boots Bobby in the stomach and throws him back into the ring. Marcus Polo takes this opportunity to get on top of Bobby and pummel the shit out of him.
BR: I don't like it, but it's completely legal in this kind of match!
BR: You're such a balanced commentator, Michael.
While Bobby is down, Polo takes the opportunity to step outside and grab a steel chair. Marcus slides back in the ring as Bobby is getting back up. As Bobby turns around, Marcus swings the chair at his head, but Bobby Crane ducks! While Marcus is off balance from the furious swing, Bobby comes in from behind and hits a blatant low blow, causing Marcus to double over and drop the chair.
MH: That's not fair!
BR: It's a hardcore match, Michael. It's just as fair as trying to take a mans head off with a damned steel chair!
Bobby Crane kicks the chair to the outside of the ring and locks Marcus Polo in the figure four leglock! Marcus Polo is screaming in pain trying to escape.
BR: He kicked the chair out! It looks like The Beautiful One wants to keep this match as technical as possible!
MH: He's got to play to his strengths, Buddy; can't blame him for that. Plus, a chair shot could really mess up that awesome face.
BR: The figure four leglock sure is a deadly submission hold! I can see Bobby's train of thought here. Submissions are indeed valid in a hardcore match!
Bobby Crane has the figure four cinched in tight. Marcus Polo may be in trouble here! Marcus has been locked in the hold for what seems like an eternity but his strength is showing it's value as he inches towards the ropes. Marcus keeps inching closer and closer.
MH: What a fool! This is hardcore, there are no rope breaks!
BR: I'm sure Marcus realizes that, even if it won't break the hold he can use it for leverage to get out or even as a means to try to escape the ring!
MH: He should just tap now and get it over with.
BR: This match can end by pinfall or submission, there are no DQ's, no rope breaks, and no count outs.
MH: But the match still has to end in the ring and all weapons are legal!
Marcus finally is able to reach the ropes and pull himself to them, but Bobby still has the figure four cinched in! Marcus grabs the second rope and begins to pull himself up much to the horror of Bobby Crane. Marcus is now got a hold of the top rope! He is almost completely vertical now! Bobby Crane is forced to break the hold due to the awkward body positions. Marcus Polo goes for a clothesline, but Bobby ducks and gets Polo with a Russian leg sweep.
BR: Bobby wants to keep Marcus on the mat!
Bobby crane stomps on Polo a few times and tries to lock Marcus on the Boston crab, but Marcus quickly uses his upper body strength to reach the edge of the ring and pull himself out. Marcus picks up one of the weapons strewn on the floor, in this case, a baseball bat. Bobby Crane goes out to try to get Polo back in the ring.
Marcus is feigning dizziness as Bobby approaches and turns and swings the bat at Bobby Crane, but Bobby Crane ducks causing Polo to hit the turnbuckle with the bat! Marcus is forced to drop the bat due to pain and Bobby Crane tried to slide under the ring apron to escape Marcus.
MH: What a good strategy here!
BR: More like what a coward!
Polo is annoyed and furiously tried to grab Bobby Crane. He just catches his ankle! Marcus Polo pulls out Bobby Crane. As Bobby Crane stands up, we see that he has put on a protective catchers mask! Bobby starts running away from Polo.
BR: Is he wearing a baseball catchers mask?
MH: Brilliant!
Hollywood Skyes steps in front of Bobby Crane and shakes his head as Marcus Polo clotheslines Bobby from behind, sending him to the floor on the outside. Marcus takes Bobby's mask and throws it away and picks Bobby up. Marcus slaps Bobby in the face as hard as he can leaving a huge red mark.
MH: Oh snap!
BR: It appears that Hollywood has indeed proved valuable to Marcus Polo!
Bobby Crane looks furious and runs at Marcus Polo. Marcus Polo ducks and delivers a back body drop to Bobby Crane right through the announcers table! Buddy Roberts and Michael Heenan are able to get up just in time.
BR: Good gawd almighty! Bobby Crane has just been put through the announcers table!
MH: That's a bit too close to the action for me, Buddy.
BR: The crowd seems to love it, though! This is the damnedest thing I have ever seen!
Buddy Roberts and Michael Heenan take their seats, now table-less. Marcus Polo picks up Bobby Crane and slams his head on the apron sending him to the ground. Polo picks up a steel chair and slams it into the back of Bobby Crane as he tries to get up. The crowd roars.
BR: I think these fans get a kick out of Bobby Crane taking this kind of punishment!
While on the ground, Marcus Polo repeatedly smashes the chair into the back of Bobby Crane, until the chair falls apart. Marcus Polo picks up Bobby Crane and hits a belly to belly suplex, slamming Bobby right into the rubble on the ground, causing Bobby to writhe in pain.
MH: Someone should put a stop to this madness!
BR: Would you be singing the same tune if the tables were turned?
Marcus Polo picks up Bobby Crane and throws him in the ring. Marcus picks up the AWS Hardcore Championship before heading back into the ring. Marcus stalks Bobby waiting for him to get up, Marcus swings the championship at Bobby Crane, but Bobby Crane leaps backwards in an impressive dodge.
BR: What skill!
Marcus Polo repeats the attempt, but Bobby Crane catches the title with his hands and they struggle over the title belt. Bobby Crane spins counter clockwise, ripping the title from the grasp of Marcus. In an instant, Bobby tosses the title at Marcus Polo; Marcus crouches slightly to try to catch the title on basic human instinct, and Bobby Crane jumps on Polo's knee and hits a thunderous enzuigiri!
MH: Now that is impressive! Beautiful and smart!
BR: That certainly caught Marcus off guard!
Bobby Crane picks up the Hardcore title and fixes his hair a bit in the shiny silver reflection before sliding it outside of the ring.
MH: He's got to stay presentable, now doesn't he?
Bobby Crane takes the legs of Marcus Polo and locks in the Beauty Lock! Marcus Polo is in agony trying to endure the hold.
BR: Classic Texas Cloverleaf! He calls that the Beauty Lock!
MH: I don't think Marcus can escape this!
Marcus Polo's endurance is amazing! Bobby Crane keeps the hold on in the center of the ring. He uses his free hand to wave at the crowd much to their dismay.
BR: Bobby Crane likes to slow this down to swing the advantage his way.
MH: The fans should appreciate this beautiful wrestling hold.
BR: The fans paid to see a hardcore match, so I don't think they appreciate Bobby Crane kicking all of the weapons out of the ring all of the time and using holds.
Marcus Polo powers out of the Beauty Lock out of nowhere! But Bobby Crane stays on him with an elbow smash to the back of the neck. He locks in a half crab on Marcus Polo, but Marcus is able to reverse the hold after about a minute kicking Bobby Crane into the ropes.
Bobby Crane tried to hit a German suplex on Marcus Polo, but Polo elbows Crane in the face. Marcus Polo grabs Bobby and hits a Gutwrench Powerbomb! He goes for the cover, hooking one leg and resting his forearm on Bobby's face.
BR: Gutwrench Powerbomb!
One...
Two... Bobby Crane elbows Marcus in the face!
Marcus Polo is forced to break the pin due to the elbow shot!
BR: Desperation move right there!
Marcus Polo gets up at the same time as Bobby Crane. Bobby Crane hits a running knee! While Marcus Polo is doubled over, Bobby kicks the inside of Polo's knee bringing him down. Bobby Crane locks in yet another submission hold in an armbar on Marcus Polo.
MH: Back to basics!
Hollywood Skyes grabs Bobby's hair and pulls, which causes Bobby to break the hold and slide out after Hollywood. Bobby is chasing Hollywood around the ring.
BR: Once again, Hollywood gets involved in the damn match.
Marcus Polo climbs to the top turnbuckle as Bobby chases Hollywood around the corner.
MH: Oh my god!
Marcus Polo jumps off the top turnbuckle and hits a missile dropkick to Bobby Crane on the outside of the ring! The fall takes a big impact on the huge Polo as well. Hollywood looks shocked.
BR: He hit it! He hit it! He hit it! Big missile dropkick to the outside!!!
MH: Oh wow! These two guys will do anything to walk out of here as the Hardcore champion tonight. I hope he's not dead!
BR: That may have done just as much damage to Marcus Polo!
Both competitors are down and out laying on the ground and the referee can do nothing but watch. The crowd is in an uproar about what they have just witnessed. After what seems like forever, Marcus Polo rises to his feet to the cheer of the fans. He staggers over to Bobby Crane, lifts him up, and pushes his body into the ring.
BR: How much more can these guys take?
Marcus Polo picks up Bobby Crane MH: They are past the limits already, Buddy! and hits a pump handle slam to the limp body of Bobby Crane. Marcus Polo has an explosion of energy and slams his feet on the ground and signals to the crowd that this one is over.
BR: Is this it?
Marcus Polo whips Bobby Crane into the ropes hoping to hit his Clothesline From Hell finishing move, but Bobby once again is able to catch the ropes and hang on. Polo walks in to make the kill, but Bobby Crane drops to the mat and slides out of the ring. Hollywood walks up to Bobby talking shit but Bobby pushes Hollywood away.
MH: Hollywood better watch it!
Marcus Polo slides out of the ring and charges at Bobby Crane with a Clothesline From Hell! But Bobby Crane dives to the side and the Clothesline From Hell hits his own manager Hollywood Skyes!
BR: Hollywood just got clocked by accident! He's down and out!
MH: Who is that?
Down the ramp runs a huge, bearded, scowling monster of a man.
BR: I don't know who he is, but he has a chair!
MH: Polo is still trying to get his manager Hollywood to wake up! He has no idea!
Bobby Crane is sitting on the floor around the corner as the unknown, huge man takes a monstrous swing with the steel chair at the back of Marcus Polo, who immediately crumples to the ground.
BR: The twisted carnage! By gawd he destroyed that chair and Polo's back at the same time!
The unknown beast tosses the steel chair in the ring and lifts Marcus Polo over his shoulder. He climbs into the ring, hoists Polo up, and screams.
MH: What is this!?
The unknown beast hits an unnamed move technically known as a spin-out fireman's carry facebuster right on the mangled char! The unknown beast slips outside of the ring.
BR: That was some kind of spinning tornado like slam there! Right on that bent up chair! Is he with Bobby!?
MH: Bobby doesn't need any help, I don't think so!
Bobby Crane slips into the ring acting surprised as if he has no idea what just happened. Bobby Crane locks in the Beauty Sleep on the knocked out Marcus Polo!
BR: He calls that sleeper hold the Beauty Sleep!
MH: You could use some of that yourself, Buddy boy!
The referee slides over and immediately picks up and drops Polo's arm.
ONE...
BR: If he drops the arm three times this one is over!
The referee picks up Polo's arm and shakes it a bit, and drops it a second time.
TWO...
MH: One more time and we have our first Hardcore champion!
The referee picks up Polo's arm for the third time, shakes it a bit and lets go...
Marcus Polo's arm falls to the mat!... THREE!!!!!
MH: Hollywood needs to keep his filthy hands off of Bobby. I like Hollywood's style, but not if it means messing with my man Bobby Crane!
RING ANNOUNCER: Introducing his opponent, making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Hollywood Skyes, from Bronx, New York, weighing in at 289 pounds... MARCUS POLO!
BR: These fans love this beast of a man. What a hometown welcome!
MH: I can't believe these fans would choose that meat head over Bobby Crane.
BR: What a night this could be for Polo, to wrestle in the main event of Apex Wrestling's debut show, a Pay Per View nonetheless, in his hometown, at Madison Square Garden to determine the very first Hardcore champion!
MH: Or he could look like a damn fool in front of his friends & family.
BR: I'm not sure why he would associate with a man like Hollywood Skyes though.
MH: Sometimes you need an opposite to fill in the parts you lack, and Marcus Polo lacks a lot.
The bell rings and here we go! The two lock up square in the middle of the ring. Bobby Crane tries to slip out, but Marcus Polo is just too damn strong. Marcus Polo takes control and hits a big suplex right on Bobby Crane, but Bobby is right back up.
BR: Marcus is stronger than Bobby Crane. What an opening move!
MH: Yea, but, he isn't nearly as beautiful...
Marcus Polo Irish whips Bobby into the ropes and hits a big clothesline on the return sending Bobby to the mat. As soon as Bobby is back up he goes for a wristlock, but Marcus reverses into a headlock. Marcus pushes Bobby away and hits him with a few quick jabs. Bobby tries to return punches, but Marcus is able to clobber Bobby with a series of strikes.
BR: It's not a good idea to try to box with Marcus Polo, this man is a striking master.
MH: Bobby needs to take control and get Polo in some holds here.
Bobby Crane runs into the ropes only to be caught with a huge sidewalk slam by Marcus Polo. Marcus gets up and flexes with intensity, the crowd pops massively for this display of power. Marcus Polo picks up Bobby and hits a huge German suplex, sending Bobby to the mat.
MH: I don't like where this is going.
BR: Huge German right there!
Marcus whips Bobby into the ropes, but Bobby is able to hang onto the ropes and stop himself from the return. Marcus charges and clotheslines Bobby over the top rope, much to the delight of the fans, but Bobby Crane lands on his feet! Bobby taps on his head and points at Marcus.
MH: Did you see how "Beautiful" Bobby Crane outsmarted Polo!?
BR: I'd say he got lucky.
MH: You aren't giving Crane enough credit, Buddy.
Out of nowhere Hollywood Skyes boots Bobby in the stomach and throws him back into the ring. Marcus Polo takes this opportunity to get on top of Bobby and pummel the shit out of him.
BR: I don't like it, but it's completely legal in this kind of match!
BR: You're such a balanced commentator, Michael.
While Bobby is down, Polo takes the opportunity to step outside and grab a steel chair. Marcus slides back in the ring as Bobby is getting back up. As Bobby turns around, Marcus swings the chair at his head, but Bobby Crane ducks! While Marcus is off balance from the furious swing, Bobby comes in from behind and hits a blatant low blow, causing Marcus to double over and drop the chair.
MH: That's not fair!
BR: It's a hardcore match, Michael. It's just as fair as trying to take a mans head off with a damned steel chair!
Bobby Crane kicks the chair to the outside of the ring and locks Marcus Polo in the figure four leglock! Marcus Polo is screaming in pain trying to escape.
BR: He kicked the chair out! It looks like The Beautiful One wants to keep this match as technical as possible!
MH: He's got to play to his strengths, Buddy; can't blame him for that. Plus, a chair shot could really mess up that awesome face.
BR: The figure four leglock sure is a deadly submission hold! I can see Bobby's train of thought here. Submissions are indeed valid in a hardcore match!
Bobby Crane has the figure four cinched in tight. Marcus Polo may be in trouble here! Marcus has been locked in the hold for what seems like an eternity but his strength is showing it's value as he inches towards the ropes. Marcus keeps inching closer and closer.
MH: What a fool! This is hardcore, there are no rope breaks!
BR: I'm sure Marcus realizes that, even if it won't break the hold he can use it for leverage to get out or even as a means to try to escape the ring!
MH: He should just tap now and get it over with.
BR: This match can end by pinfall or submission, there are no DQ's, no rope breaks, and no count outs.
MH: But the match still has to end in the ring and all weapons are legal!
Marcus finally is able to reach the ropes and pull himself to them, but Bobby still has the figure four cinched in! Marcus grabs the second rope and begins to pull himself up much to the horror of Bobby Crane. Marcus is now got a hold of the top rope! He is almost completely vertical now! Bobby Crane is forced to break the hold due to the awkward body positions. Marcus Polo goes for a clothesline, but Bobby ducks and gets Polo with a Russian leg sweep.
BR: Bobby wants to keep Marcus on the mat!
Bobby crane stomps on Polo a few times and tries to lock Marcus on the Boston crab, but Marcus quickly uses his upper body strength to reach the edge of the ring and pull himself out. Marcus picks up one of the weapons strewn on the floor, in this case, a baseball bat. Bobby Crane goes out to try to get Polo back in the ring.
Marcus is feigning dizziness as Bobby approaches and turns and swings the bat at Bobby Crane, but Bobby Crane ducks causing Polo to hit the turnbuckle with the bat! Marcus is forced to drop the bat due to pain and Bobby Crane tried to slide under the ring apron to escape Marcus.
MH: What a good strategy here!
BR: More like what a coward!
Polo is annoyed and furiously tried to grab Bobby Crane. He just catches his ankle! Marcus Polo pulls out Bobby Crane. As Bobby Crane stands up, we see that he has put on a protective catchers mask! Bobby starts running away from Polo.
BR: Is he wearing a baseball catchers mask?
MH: Brilliant!
Hollywood Skyes steps in front of Bobby Crane and shakes his head as Marcus Polo clotheslines Bobby from behind, sending him to the floor on the outside. Marcus takes Bobby's mask and throws it away and picks Bobby up. Marcus slaps Bobby in the face as hard as he can leaving a huge red mark.
MH: Oh snap!
BR: It appears that Hollywood has indeed proved valuable to Marcus Polo!
Bobby Crane looks furious and runs at Marcus Polo. Marcus Polo ducks and delivers a back body drop to Bobby Crane right through the announcers table! Buddy Roberts and Michael Heenan are able to get up just in time.
BR: Good gawd almighty! Bobby Crane has just been put through the announcers table!
MH: That's a bit too close to the action for me, Buddy.
BR: The crowd seems to love it, though! This is the damnedest thing I have ever seen!
Buddy Roberts and Michael Heenan take their seats, now table-less. Marcus Polo picks up Bobby Crane and slams his head on the apron sending him to the ground. Polo picks up a steel chair and slams it into the back of Bobby Crane as he tries to get up. The crowd roars.
BR: I think these fans get a kick out of Bobby Crane taking this kind of punishment!
While on the ground, Marcus Polo repeatedly smashes the chair into the back of Bobby Crane, until the chair falls apart. Marcus Polo picks up Bobby Crane and hits a belly to belly suplex, slamming Bobby right into the rubble on the ground, causing Bobby to writhe in pain.
MH: Someone should put a stop to this madness!
BR: Would you be singing the same tune if the tables were turned?
Marcus Polo picks up Bobby Crane and throws him in the ring. Marcus picks up the AWS Hardcore Championship before heading back into the ring. Marcus stalks Bobby waiting for him to get up, Marcus swings the championship at Bobby Crane, but Bobby Crane leaps backwards in an impressive dodge.
BR: What skill!
Marcus Polo repeats the attempt, but Bobby Crane catches the title with his hands and they struggle over the title belt. Bobby Crane spins counter clockwise, ripping the title from the grasp of Marcus. In an instant, Bobby tosses the title at Marcus Polo; Marcus crouches slightly to try to catch the title on basic human instinct, and Bobby Crane jumps on Polo's knee and hits a thunderous enzuigiri!
MH: Now that is impressive! Beautiful and smart!
BR: That certainly caught Marcus off guard!
Bobby Crane picks up the Hardcore title and fixes his hair a bit in the shiny silver reflection before sliding it outside of the ring.
MH: He's got to stay presentable, now doesn't he?
Bobby Crane takes the legs of Marcus Polo and locks in the Beauty Lock! Marcus Polo is in agony trying to endure the hold.
BR: Classic Texas Cloverleaf! He calls that the Beauty Lock!
MH: I don't think Marcus can escape this!
Marcus Polo's endurance is amazing! Bobby Crane keeps the hold on in the center of the ring. He uses his free hand to wave at the crowd much to their dismay.
BR: Bobby Crane likes to slow this down to swing the advantage his way.
MH: The fans should appreciate this beautiful wrestling hold.
BR: The fans paid to see a hardcore match, so I don't think they appreciate Bobby Crane kicking all of the weapons out of the ring all of the time and using holds.
Marcus Polo powers out of the Beauty Lock out of nowhere! But Bobby Crane stays on him with an elbow smash to the back of the neck. He locks in a half crab on Marcus Polo, but Marcus is able to reverse the hold after about a minute kicking Bobby Crane into the ropes.
Bobby Crane tried to hit a German suplex on Marcus Polo, but Polo elbows Crane in the face. Marcus Polo grabs Bobby and hits a Gutwrench Powerbomb! He goes for the cover, hooking one leg and resting his forearm on Bobby's face.
BR: Gutwrench Powerbomb!
One...
Two... Bobby Crane elbows Marcus in the face!
Marcus Polo is forced to break the pin due to the elbow shot!
BR: Desperation move right there!
Marcus Polo gets up at the same time as Bobby Crane. Bobby Crane hits a running knee! While Marcus Polo is doubled over, Bobby kicks the inside of Polo's knee bringing him down. Bobby Crane locks in yet another submission hold in an armbar on Marcus Polo.
MH: Back to basics!
Hollywood Skyes grabs Bobby's hair and pulls, which causes Bobby to break the hold and slide out after Hollywood. Bobby is chasing Hollywood around the ring.
BR: Once again, Hollywood gets involved in the damn match.
Marcus Polo climbs to the top turnbuckle as Bobby chases Hollywood around the corner.
MH: Oh my god!
Marcus Polo jumps off the top turnbuckle and hits a missile dropkick to Bobby Crane on the outside of the ring! The fall takes a big impact on the huge Polo as well. Hollywood looks shocked.
BR: He hit it! He hit it! He hit it! Big missile dropkick to the outside!!!
MH: Oh wow! These two guys will do anything to walk out of here as the Hardcore champion tonight. I hope he's not dead!
BR: That may have done just as much damage to Marcus Polo!
Both competitors are down and out laying on the ground and the referee can do nothing but watch. The crowd is in an uproar about what they have just witnessed. After what seems like forever, Marcus Polo rises to his feet to the cheer of the fans. He staggers over to Bobby Crane, lifts him up, and pushes his body into the ring.
BR: How much more can these guys take?
Marcus Polo picks up Bobby Crane MH: They are past the limits already, Buddy! and hits a pump handle slam to the limp body of Bobby Crane. Marcus Polo has an explosion of energy and slams his feet on the ground and signals to the crowd that this one is over.
BR: Is this it?
Marcus Polo whips Bobby Crane into the ropes hoping to hit his Clothesline From Hell finishing move, but Bobby once again is able to catch the ropes and hang on. Polo walks in to make the kill, but Bobby Crane drops to the mat and slides out of the ring. Hollywood walks up to Bobby talking shit but Bobby pushes Hollywood away.
MH: Hollywood better watch it!
Marcus Polo slides out of the ring and charges at Bobby Crane with a Clothesline From Hell! But Bobby Crane dives to the side and the Clothesline From Hell hits his own manager Hollywood Skyes!
BR: Hollywood just got clocked by accident! He's down and out!
MH: Who is that?
Down the ramp runs a huge, bearded, scowling monster of a man.
BR: I don't know who he is, but he has a chair!
MH: Polo is still trying to get his manager Hollywood to wake up! He has no idea!
Bobby Crane is sitting on the floor around the corner as the unknown, huge man takes a monstrous swing with the steel chair at the back of Marcus Polo, who immediately crumples to the ground.
BR: The twisted carnage! By gawd he destroyed that chair and Polo's back at the same time!
The unknown beast tosses the steel chair in the ring and lifts Marcus Polo over his shoulder. He climbs into the ring, hoists Polo up, and screams.
MH: What is this!?
The unknown beast hits an unnamed move technically known as a spin-out fireman's carry facebuster right on the mangled char! The unknown beast slips outside of the ring.
BR: That was some kind of spinning tornado like slam there! Right on that bent up chair! Is he with Bobby!?
MH: Bobby doesn't need any help, I don't think so!
Bobby Crane slips into the ring acting surprised as if he has no idea what just happened. Bobby Crane locks in the Beauty Sleep on the knocked out Marcus Polo!
BR: He calls that sleeper hold the Beauty Sleep!
MH: You could use some of that yourself, Buddy boy!
The referee slides over and immediately picks up and drops Polo's arm.
ONE...
BR: If he drops the arm three times this one is over!
The referee picks up Polo's arm and shakes it a bit, and drops it a second time.
TWO...
MH: One more time and we have our first Hardcore champion!
The referee picks up Polo's arm for the third time, shakes it a bit and lets go...
Marcus Polo's arm falls to the mat!... THREE!!!!!
MH: Hollywood needs to keep his filthy hands off of Bobby. I like Hollywood's style, but not if it means messing with my man Bobby Crane!
WINNER AND NEW HARDCORE Champion: "BEAUTIFUL" BOBBY CRANE
MH: He did it! He did it! Bobby Crane is the NEW, and FIRST Hardcore champion!
BR: With a bit of help.
MH: You're always so cynical, Buddy!
BR: Leave it to Bobby Crane to officially end a hardcore match with a sleeper hold!
Bobby Crane grabs the Hardcore Championship from the referee and makes a victory lap around the ring, as if he had just conquered Rome. As he does so, his theme music begins to play.
RING ANNOUNCER: Your winner by knockout, and NNNEEEEWWWWW HARDCORE CHAMPION, "Beautiful" Bobby Crane!
BR: I think Marcus would've been walking out the Hardcore Champion if it weren't for that damned beast.
MH: This fell perfectly within the rules of a hardcore match Buddy! You can't gripe.
Bobby Crane exits the ring and celebrates up the ramp completely ignoring the unnamed beast as if he didn't even exist. The unnamed beast goes through the curtain as Bobby Crane stops on the stage and uses the championship once again to fix his hair.
BR: Love the result or hate it you have to admit this was one hell of a first showing for the Apex Wrestling Syndicate!
MH: I wonder who impressed the GM enough to get a shot at the Television championship next week on our first edition of Ascension?
BR: Tune in next week to find out! We will also be going in heavy with the World Heavyweight Championship tournament!
Bobby Crane holds up the Hardcore Championship as the crowd continues to boo him with great intensity...
MH: For the Apex Wrestling Syndicate this is Michael Heenan and Buddy Roberts signing off!
The screen fades to the AWS logo as the show closes.
BR: With a bit of help.
MH: You're always so cynical, Buddy!
BR: Leave it to Bobby Crane to officially end a hardcore match with a sleeper hold!
Bobby Crane grabs the Hardcore Championship from the referee and makes a victory lap around the ring, as if he had just conquered Rome. As he does so, his theme music begins to play.
RING ANNOUNCER: Your winner by knockout, and NNNEEEEWWWWW HARDCORE CHAMPION, "Beautiful" Bobby Crane!
BR: I think Marcus would've been walking out the Hardcore Champion if it weren't for that damned beast.
MH: This fell perfectly within the rules of a hardcore match Buddy! You can't gripe.
Bobby Crane exits the ring and celebrates up the ramp completely ignoring the unnamed beast as if he didn't even exist. The unnamed beast goes through the curtain as Bobby Crane stops on the stage and uses the championship once again to fix his hair.
BR: Love the result or hate it you have to admit this was one hell of a first showing for the Apex Wrestling Syndicate!
MH: I wonder who impressed the GM enough to get a shot at the Television championship next week on our first edition of Ascension?
BR: Tune in next week to find out! We will also be going in heavy with the World Heavyweight Championship tournament!
Bobby Crane holds up the Hardcore Championship as the crowd continues to boo him with great intensity...
MH: For the Apex Wrestling Syndicate this is Michael Heenan and Buddy Roberts signing off!
The screen fades to the AWS logo as the show closes.