Here it is, guys: the 37th edition of CCW Ozone, live in Austin, Texas, five days removed from the PPV Nevermore! Enjoy!
"Ends are not bad things, they just mean that something else is about to begin. And there are many things that don't really end, anyway, they just begin again in a new way. Ends are not bad and many ends aren't really an ending; some things are never-ending." — C. JoyBell C. #CarthageMustBeDestroyed
(The screen shows the New York City skyline before focusing on an arena with a CCW Ozone sign, advertising the show taking place inside, with a blinking visual display underneath the sign, reading "SOLD OUT!" Then it swiftly zooms in on the Ozone sign…)
[I'm in love with the feeling of pressure to the ceiling
(The screen shows the Dragon Kids standing on adjacent turnbuckles playing to the fans; then it shows the X-Factors performing crotch chops; then it shows Liu Kang making his way down to the ring in his ring gear.)
We come with intention to face my opposition
(The screen shows Tom Brady giving Dan Kuso a PAT; then it shows Caesar posing on the stage, flexing his muscles before a match; then it shows Don Flamenco splaying his arms on the ramp.)
Get raw when it's time to lay it on the line
(The screen shows Doc Louis and the Forces of Nature taunting inside the ring with the CCW World Tag Team Title Belts; then it shows Jimmy Neutron giving Deathstroke a Brain Blast and pointing to his head, noting his brainpower; then it shows Aran Ryan beating his chest inside the ring.)
To the walls where we're taking it; let your light shine, like…
(The screen shows Ben Tennyson Spearing Glass Joe in half; then it shows El Blaze giving Kratos an Aneurysm in the center of the ring; then it shows the Twinleaves posing onstage before a match.)
Let your light shine, like…
(The screen shows Ares standing at the steel ring steps, summoning the lights to go on in the arena; then it shows Kratos on the middle rope in a corner, sneering.)
Let your light shine
(The screen shows El Blaze adjusting his mask backstage in the locker room; then it shows Wolf Hawkfield triggering his machinegun-esque pyro on the ramp; then it shows Aran Ryan hitting Captain Falcon with a Kick of Fear.)
I've got a bad case of turning it up
(The screen shows Liu Kang raising his Infinity Championship belt inside the ring; then it shows Liu Kang performing a Flawless Victory; then it shows the Cereal Killers hitting the Snap Crackle Pop on Enrique.)
It's getting cold in here, so fire it up
(The screen shows Sportacus Sportakicking Tom Brady with authority; then it shows Deathstroke hitting a Frog Splash on Tony Delvecchio; then it shows Dan Kuso locking in the Anaconda Vise onto Megaman, hollering as he cinches in the hold deeper and deeper.)
I've got a bad case of turning it up
(The screen shows Caesar giving Deathstroke a Capture Suplex; then it shows Psymon Stark giving Moby Jones the Psymonizer; then it shows Disco Kid dancing inside the ring.)
It's getting cold in here, so somebody FIRE IT UP!]
(The screen shows Ben Tennyson hitting Autolycus in the back with his car; then it shows Kratos Bike Kicking Captain Falcon; Ben Tennyson hitting the Intergalactic onto El Blaze and then raising his CCW Magnus Championship belt overhead.)
"Fire It Up" by Thousand Foot Krutch blares in the Frank Erwin Center in Austin, Texas as CCW Ozone 37 kicks off! Blue pyrotechnic jets fire into the air from the stage before yellow and silver fireworks go off laterally from the stage; then blue fireworks fire in diagonal patterns, three lines on each side; then white pyro goes off in a circle right alone the outline of the second "O" in "Ozone". Yellow explosions go off behind the Ozone sign above the big screen; then an enormous blue blast of pyro goes off on the stage to conclude the opening display!
The CCW fans are on their feet—all 16,540 of them—as they hoist numerous signs such as, "Aran Ryan – King of Cockblocks"; "I paid to see Liu Kang!"; "Crisis? What crisis?"; and "I Believe!"
"The first CCW Ozone of real-time 2014 is on the air!" Al Michaels says. "Al Michaels here live from the Frank C. Erwin, Jr. Special Events Center at the University of Texas campus; as always, I'm joined by Cris Collinsworth, and the FWA-winning Jonathan and Jeremy Ellis."
"Thank you VERY much, Al!" Jeremy grins. "And thank YOU fans for joining us here live on the AO3 Network for Character Championship Wrestling men's action! My brother and I, as always, proud and happy to be a part of it all!"
"As is the Voice of the Rookie Revolution, Cris Collinsworth!" Cris introduces himself.
"And I'm less happy now," Jeremy deadpans.
Jonathan gives a light chuckle before saying, "We're 120 hours past Nevermore from Houston, which saw one Title change hands, a Tournament reach an exciting conclusion, and our CCW Magnus Champion retaining his gold—yes, Ben Tennyson is STILL the World Champ, and he will have something to say because tonight on Ozone, he's going to give another State of CCW Address to kick off our 2014. What will he speak on and how will it affect us going forward?"
"And then, the wrestling! Wolf Hawkfield and Ares were supposed to wrestle one-on-one on Ozone 35 two weeks ago, but it didn't happen thanks to Ben Ten! But what he prevented from happening that evening will take place here and now tonight, and I'm looking forward to seeing it!" Jeremy says.
[I want to understand
How you can lock up all those feelings
If you could understand
My self-destructive tendencies
Things aren't always what they seem]
("Solace" by Triphon plays)
"And how about THIS to kick off Ozone 37!" Al shouts as Max and Enrique walked onto the stage to a massive ovation from the fans…as Max is pulling the tall CCW Combine Cup Trophy in a wagon with him. While Enrique looks the trophy next to him with a grin, Max encourages the fans to cheer even louder for the new #1 Contenders for the CCW World Tag Team Championship…and the Austin, Texas fans oblige.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the winners of the CCW Combine Cup, Enrique and Max, The Dragon Kids!" Blader DJ announces.
"Some said it couldn't be done…but last Sunday at Nevermore, Enrique and Max did what they set out to do, and that is WIN the CCW Combine Cup against The X-Factors in what was a thriller of a contest in Houston!" Al says. "Outmatched in experience, yes; outmatched in size, yes…but they weren't outmatched in heart, and THAT was what won the day, the match, the tournament, and now #1 Contention for the CCW World Tag Team Titles held by the Forces of Nature."
"The Dragon Kids' 2013 has been one hell of a epic ride, starting with them at the end of the line…and then, from the Ozone 30 FWA-winning Supershow in Oregon to the CCW Combine Cup, they've left an impression on fans across the Fiction Wrestling circuit that no one thought they could in such a time—they got to perform at the FanFiction Wrestling Awards on the first night there in Chicago, and they came out on top in their bout in what some say was a Match of the Evening candidate!" Jonathan says. "And now…they await their next test…CCW Pandemonium, our next PPV—the Dragon Kids versus the Forces of Nature for the gold…"
[It's time we sit and reevaluate
The time we just let go to waste!
These years I've wasted
I just want them back because I won't see!
What could have been my brightest moments
Will never be!
Now hear my cry!
Just give me solace!]
The Dragon Kids park their Combine Cup wagon at ringside and climb to adjacent turnbuckles from the ring apron, soaking in the crowd reaction and motioning that the next goal for them is the CCW World Tag Team Championship at the next PPV.
"The Dragon Kids' first-ever FWA performance was in Chicago; that was a win! Will their Tag Team Titles bout in the same city prove just as successful—"
"Are you kidding?!" Cris laughs at Jeremy, cutting him off. "The Dragon Kids have already tangoed with the Forces before, and we ALL know how that turned out! Like it's REALLY going to end any differently here? Come now! Get real! That Combine Cup is as good as a death warrant to these guys—come Pandemonium in 23 days, they are DONE."
"Some said they'd be done against the Bladebreakers and Cereal Killers…" Jonathan mentions. "We know how THOSE ended."
"One thing's for certain, CRIS—you CANNOT count these little guys out!" Jeremy retorts at the former Cincinnati Bengal.
"Actually, I CAN, nimrod—hell, I just did," Cris deadpans. "These boys ain't got a shot in hell… I'm marking it…"
Max and Enrique stand in the middle of the ring, the latter holding a microphone as the CCW fans continue cheering and chanting, "DRAGON KIDS! DRAGON KIDS!" at the top of their lungs.
"These FANS sure aren't counting the Dragon Kids out—listen to this place!" Al comments.
"WOW…" Jonathan nods.
"DRAGON KIDS! DRAGON KIDS!" the fans continue to call out as Max leans against the ropes with a giant smile on his face.
Then Enrique elects to start speaking as "Solace" stops playing.
"HOLA, AUSTIN, TEXAS!" he hollers, prompting the crowd to go even MORE decibels louder in their cries. The Frank Erwin Center is jam-packed and electric to kick off Ozone 37.
"Look what WE got!" Enrique points to the CCW Combine Cup trophy at ringside and grins. "Doesn't that look maravilloso? It's a little tough to carry around, heh…but we did it. We DID it, everybody. We DID it! Just like we said we were going to do all along, just like we HAD to do all along…just like we promised you…WE are your CCW Combine Cup Winners." The fans applaud and cheer for this statement as Max's grin grows even wider. "And not only that…we're the #1 Contenders for the WORLD Tag Team Championship now! And you know what that means… It means it's only getting BIGGER from here…MUCH bigger… We've told you pelos y señales about our 2013, about where we started, how far we've come, who we've faced, and where we've ended up. And we owe all of that to a lot of people—Max and I…we're up for Tag Team of the YEAR this year at the FWAs. And, speaking of the FWAs, Emmy and the two of us got to WRESTLE at the FWAs in ANOTHER highlight match for our careers, one of the best matches OF the first day of the Awards…and, to top it all off, we got the pin in the end. The Dragon Kids won an FWA match… Just thinking about it makes me so humble, so amazed, so grateful that we could make it to this point, because we know that without YOU guys…" Enrique points to the fans… "…NONE of it would have been achievable. NONE of it would have even been a THOUGHT in this Multiverse. We can't say gracias enough for this… We just can't…"
The fans clap and cheer in response, more than proud of the Colombian Kid and his partner.
"And to the teams in that Combine Cup—most importantly, The X-Factors… They brought out the best in us in 2013. They made us WORK for that victory, because they showed that, when the chips were down, they were willing to do ANYTHING they could possibly do to win…but so were we," Enrique states. "We COULDN'T lose after everything, and we WEREN'T going to. We made SURE that we weren't. Con el debido respeto to Odd and Ulrich, WE wanted this…and they couldn't take it from us no matter how hard they tried, no matter how many TRICKS they pulled—and they pulled one of the sneakiest ones I've seen last Sunday…but it wasn't their night. It was OUR night. And at CCW Pandemonium, it's going to be our night AGAIN."
Enrique hands the microphone over to Max, who takes it and is about to speak…before the crowd breaks into chants of "NEXT TAG CHAMPS! NEXT TAG CHAMPS!" Max plays up the chants for a moment, holding up the microphone to the crowd as the fans chant even louder!
"The Dragon Kids like to say that 'We Believe'… These fans here in Austin, Texas, sure believe!" Al comments with a chuckle.
"And THAT is exactly what I was getting to, because as Enrique just said, 2013 was a career year for the Dragon Kids…but now it's 2014, and we're gonna make it even better; it's a brand-new year, and there's a brand-new objective in front of us," Max says. "Tonight, it's fun and games; it's about having a celebration with the fans and people who helped us get here…but NOW, we're looking at the biggest match of our LIVES… The Dragon Kids versus the Forces of Nature… The CCW World Tag Team Championship is right in front of our noses…and just like we reached out and grabbed that trophy over there in the wagon because of just how badly we wanted it…we're going to reach out and grab those Belts as well! WE'RE TOO CLOSE, GUYS! We are TOO CLOSE to fall down here! We are flying into the Allstate Arena, and we aren't leaving with our waists uncovered—that's a NEW promise! You can count on that, you can BELIEVE in that! Because, Austin, Texas…" Max looks at Enrique, looks at the Combine Cup trophy one more time, and then looks back at the fans in front of him. "…We—"
[(Wooooooooo-wee!) There will be no stoppin'!
(Uh-huh!) It's when you go harder than somebody, man (Yeaahhh!)
This right here (Uh-huh!) is domination
Wooooo!
This here what you call domination
It's a combination of skill and concentration
So rise to the occasion; do something amazin'
'Cause anything that I do, I dominate it]
("Domination" by Evan Jones plays)
"…'We' are about to come face-to-chest…with the World Tag Team Champions!" Cris chortles as the Forces of Nature, Bald Bull and Soda Popinski—led by their manager Doc Louis—appear on the stage with their World Tag Team Titles over their shoulders. The fans receive them with boos as the two big men sneer in reply. Doc leads his boys to the ring, smirking cockily at the Dragon Kids, who glare at the Punch-Out! Manager.
"And Doc Louis' charges make the interruption—they now know their next pair of challengers for Pande—"
"Cut the doggone music, please!" Doc Louis yells, prompting Jonathan to stew in misery upon being interrupted…again.
Doc Louis gives the Dragon Kids a quizzical look. "Are you…kidding me? Are you kidding me right now? Are you kidding US? 'Tonight, it's about having a celebration…' Well, gee, what are you two celebrating, kids? This?" Doc points to the Combine Cup Trophy at ringside. "This isn't a reason to celebrate, Dragon Kiddos. This is DEFINITELY not a reason to celebrate. Take a good look at what you're dealing with now. THIS is what you have on your hands because of that trophy…" Doc points to the Tag Team Champions, who stoically raise their World Tag Team Titles overhead. "You've officially opened up winds, waters, flames and earthquakes upon yourselves all at once—the FORCES OF NATURE are on your asses! All because of a Combine Cup, all because 'You Believe'… Heh. You know, I shouldn't be too stunned. After all, Little Mac was just as naïve as you boys when I was dealing with him on a regular basis. You can see why he's no longer a client of mine… But, I'll tell you what! You want to throw a PARTY? Hm… You know what is actually WORTH celebrating?" Doc Louis enters the ring and motions for the Forces to follow him. Soda and Bald Bull both oblige, entering the ring slowly and menacingly, standing in front of the PBS Kids. "You guys got that doom and gloom cup over there…but someone else got to reach the top of his own food chain! And this man didn't need false senses of 'belief' and hope or whatever it's called to get there. All he needed was talent…and his noodle…and a great, REMARKABLE sense of timing… Heheheh…Max, Enrique, people of Austin, you're in for a treat. STAND as one, people—STAND…and give due deference to your CCW Universal Champion… Nope, he ain't Deathstroke, and he sure as hell ain't Dan Kuso—it's MY boy, the Celtic Clubber, ARAN RYAN!" Doc shouts as he points to the stage.
[Read the words that are written in my face
Oh, I believe them (I believe them)
It's a shameful thing; you've lost your head
A careless man who could wind up dead
You wear your sin like it's some kind of prize
Too many lies, too many lies]
("Written in My Face" by Sean Jenness and composed by Jim Johnston plays)
The entire crowd is even LESS happy to see the Irishman as Aran Ryan, wearing a beige sweater and jeans, ambles to the stage, beats his chest and roars, hoisting the CCW Universal Championship over his head before kissing the gold passionately, placing it over his shoulder and walking to the ring with it, a pleased grin adorning his face. One of the fans in the front row is heard yelling, "You screwed Dan!"
Aran replies, retaining his smirk, "Yer damn right I did, fella!"
"Well, if you're just tuning in, you may be a tad confused—let's explain for a moment," Jonathan says. "Dan Kuso and Deathstroke competed one-on-one for the Gold in the Fort Briefcase and CCW Universal Championship in a Double or Nothing Match; the Resistance and Squilliam Fancyson and Paul Bearer ALL tried to stack the deck against the Pyrus Brawler, but at the end of the night, with a last-minute aid from May herself, Dan Kuso earned his redemption and retained both the Championship and the Briefcase. It was perfect! He'd overcome the Resistance, he'd retained his double, and he even got his female friend back on his side…and then, did things ever go south from there… Dan Kuso and May, as they were seemingly moving in for a kiss…were rudely interrupted by Aran Ryan, who assaulted Dan after he'd already been worn down by the Resistance AND Deathstroke the Terminator…and, well, the Jackpot Briefcase doesn't wait for any man, and Aran showed it last Sunday, CASHING IT IN and becoming your NEW CCW Universal Champion."
"If there was ever a brilliantly timed cash-in in the history of the concept, THIS would be it—the first ever cash-in for a Belt of its level and kind, and it's by that man, Aran Ryan, the Celtic Clubber, and to some, the Celtic Cock-Blocker!" Cris laughs.
"That wasn't funny, Cris; it was damn depressing to watch! After EVERYTHING Dan Kuso went through, Aran Ryan just ruined it with that…" Jeremy shakes his head.
"But bro, you can't argue too much with it; it was smart…" Jonathan states. "And, considering Dan ALSO has a Briefcase of his own, one of the golden variety…"
"Yeah, yeah, I know… Still doesn't make it more pleasing to see or think about… Poor Dan…" Jeremy frowns.
"And we'll actually be hearing from Daniel later in the broadcast regarding those events," Al says.
Aran enters the ring and raises both of his arms over his head, displaying the Universal Title proudly and gleefully, grinning almost maniacally as well, screaming, "I'M THE CHAMPION, FELLA!"
"Yes, you are," Doc smirks as he applauds for his Irish client. Then, "Written in My Face" stops and Doc speaks again. "You see this? You see this man? The grittiness of an Irishman, the grappling gift of a European, and the brains of somebody out of this world—he is YOUR CCW Universal Champion now! I crafted this man; I was the voice in his ear that told him to pick his spot, and he did the rest, took the ball and RAN with it, making history at Nevermore with a cash-in like never seen prior. Doesn't that Title Belt look oh so pretty over Aran's shoulder, kids? Haha, I think it does. It fits the man perfectly—have a look at it! Look at him! Look at him well! THIS is what a Champion looks like! THESE…" Doc points at the Forces of Nature, "are what Champions look like. Look at them…and look at you. You…are the ANTITHESIS of what a Champion looks like." The crowd boos as Max and Enrique narrow their eyes at this declaration.
"Says who?!" Max protests.
Soda Popinski then steps forward…and walks directly in front of Max, looking down upon him as Max is looking up at the man nearly twice his size and then some. Doc chuckles, "Says THAT…"
Then Bald Bull walks in front of Enrique, magnifying THEIR size difference as well, much to Doc's delight. "…and THAT," he laughs. "Whether it's in the size…in the strength…in the God-given physical ability…or the brains…you two little boys just don't have what it takes. You don't stack up! And you can believe all you want and pander to the public as you please, but it ain't gonna get you anywhere except flat on your backs. You can ALMOST win all of the FWAs you want, and you can ACTUALLY win all of the matches you're able to…but you won't even come CLOSE to a shot at my boys. You're just not there…and I pity you two kids, because sometimes, teams might fall short of the mark simply because 'it's not their time', or because they 'need more seasoning' or they 'made one mistake' that cost them everything…but you're the most tragic case right now, because when it comes to you and it comes to us, it will NEVER be your time…when it comes to the men in this ring, you really will NEVER have the right amount of seasoning…and the one mistake YOU kids make…will be simply letting the bell ring before you could get out of dodge. It's tragic, sure…for a few seconds. Then, if you're me, you snap out of it, because you realize you're the greatest manager in the field. You realize that your clientele is made up of 100% CHAMPIONS. And you realize…that dreamers like the Dragon Kids don't need pity, and it would only be a waste on them. Dreamers like the Dragon Kids only need one thing from Doc Louis: …Those dreams…getting…CRUSHED. Heheh…Little Max…young Enrique…you're not here…" Doc pats the Forces of Nature's backs… "and you'll NEVER, ever be here… The sooner that point is hammered home…the better."
Max and Enrique continue staring at the immense Forces of Nature, stricken by Doc Louis' words…
…
…and then Max lifts up his microphone.
"…The only thing that needs to be hammered home sooner rather than later…is just how DEAD WRONG you really are!" Max shouts, getting a crowd pop.
Doc Louis keeps smirking…before he whispers something inaudible to Bald Bull next to him. Bald Bull grunts…
…and then he pushes Enrique down onto the canvas! The fans gasp in surprise, as does Max, who turns his head to see what happened…only for Soda Popinski to shove HIM down as well!
The crowd is displeased with these shoves, but Doc Louis is laughing it up. "'Dead wrong'? 'DEAD WRONG'? You ask me, I say we're dead RIGHT, and you're just about to be dead—you think you can measure up to THAT? You think so? I doubt it. You boys can say I'm wrong, but facts are facts. And the fact is, all it takes is one of THOSE…and you're on your ass."
Max frowns, shaken up by the sudden shove, as is his partner. He sits up… "Yeah… Yeah, you're right there… One push, and I'm down…one push, Enrique's down…but guess what, Doc?" Max jolts to his feet, and Enrique does the same after him. "After you knock us down, you know what we're gonna do? WE'RE GONNA GET RIGHT BACK UP!" The crowd cheers. "It's not the first time we've been—"
Soda Pop cuts Max off by shoving him down once again! Aran joins in on Doc's laughter here, enjoying the scene.
"Hahahahaaaa! Well, we're just gonna knock you DOWN again, ain't we?" Doc shouts back. "Not the first time? Damn straight won't be the last time then! That's for sure!"
"YOU'RE RIGHT! BUT GUESS WHAT?!" Max stood up once more, angrily. "WE'RE GONNA GET BACK UP AGAIN! AND WE—"
Soda pushes Max a third straight time, cutting him off!
"We can do this ALL NIGHT LONG, baby!" Doc guffaws.
Max gets up again, fury starting to build up slowly inside him. "AND SO CAN WE! SO…CAN…WE—WE'RE GONNA KEEP GETTING UP OVER AND OVER! WE'RE NOT GONNA STOP! AND THEN WE'RE GONNA—"
Soda Popinski issues push number FOUR to Max, putting him to the ground! Max snarls and smacks the canvas with a purpose, snapping to his feet once again.
"AND THEN WE'RE GONNA DO THIS!" Max finally manages to get out…
…before suddenly leaping and hitting Soda Popinski with a Mic-Aided Superman Punch!
"OH! MAX FIRES BACK—THIS WASN'T A PUSH; IT WAS A CLOSED FIST!" Jonathan exclaims.
"MAX HAS HAD ENOUGH!" Jeremy yells.
Bald Bull snorts in disgust and goes for a Clothesline onto Enrique…but Enrique ducks it! Enrique hits a series of Knife Edge Chops to Bald Bull's chest, followed by a Spinning Back Kick and punches to the midsection and face! Max manages to isolate Soda Popinski into a corner with his own strikes, climbing to the middle rope and starting to throw punches down into the forehead of the Russian Monolith. Bald Bull hits a hard Kneelift into Enrique's sternum though, bringing him to his knees before Bald Bull executes a Big Boot right to the exposed jawline of the Colombian Kid! Bald Bull starts to recover from Enrique's unexpected barrage, but Max keeps on hitting punches—almost hitting 20 of them! On the sixteenth punch, though, Soda Pop carries Max out of the corner, holding him in a Prawn position on his shoulders…
…
…
…and he flips Max off of his shoulders into a Flipping Facebuster, dropping Max body-first on top of Enrique's chest!
"And the STRENGTH of Popinski shows there!" Al comments. "BOTH of the Dragon Kids feel that one…"
"Max's little bravado trip is really starting to look foolish now!" Cris says.
Bald Bull starts stomping on Max while Soda Popinski picks Enrique up, grabs him by the arm, and delivers a Short-Arm Clothesline! Soda hangs onto the arm, pulls Enrique up a second time, and hits a second Short-Arm Clothesline! Then he hangs on once again…and repeats with a third! Soda keeps holding Enrique's arm, the latter defenseless to stop it…and he hits a FOURTH Short-Arm Clothesline! Aran Ryan and Doc Louis are loving it, but not so much the crowd or the Dragon Kids themselves.
"Soda Popinski is just having FUN here—he's hitting Enrique like a piñata!" comments Jonathan.
Bald Bull stomps away at Max incessantly, doing a number on his ribcage with each boot!
"Between Nevermore and the FWAs, Max and Enrique aren't exactly in the best of shapes, and this CERTAINLY isn't helping their cases—OH MY GOD IN HEAVEN! WHAT A FREAKING CLOTHESLINE! ENRIQUE MIGHT NOT EVEN HAVE A PULSE AFTER THAT!" Jeremy shrieked as he saw Soda Pop's FIFTH Short-Arm Clothesline send Enrique almost inside-out, upside-down…and clean out of the ring as he rolls to the floor.
Bald Bull notices this, snorts, and grabs Max's hair, pulling him up from the ground. Bald Bull grabs Max's throat with both hands…and delivers a trio of Headbutts to the forehead, each one rattling the skull of the four-year-old…
…
…
…before Choke Tossing Max CLEAR over the top rope beside his partner at ringside!
"And HOLY COW—BALD BULL JUST CHUCKED MAX LIKE HE WAS A PIECE OF PAPER!" Al hollers.
"Made it look all too EASY!" Cris exclaimed. "Damn!"
Doc Louis pats both Bald Bull and Soda Pop on the back and encourages them to go outside of the ring, as the Tag Team Champions are not yet done it seems. Aran Ryan goes to the outside with them as Bald Bull looks around ringside…and then walks to Jonathan and Jeremy's announce table, ripping it apart and pulling out the monitors.
"…Oh no… The show…JUST…STARTED… We JUST…GOT HERE…" Jonathan groans.
"I don't like this, guys…" Jeremy says.
Soda Popinski grabs Enrique and holds him by the armpits, dragging him over to where Bald Bull is standing. The Forces of Nature glance at each other…nod…
…
…
…and then Soda pops Enrique up into the air…for Bald Bull to catch him with the Bull's Eye!
"BULL'S EYE—GOOD LORD! THE HEIGHT AND THE PAIN!" Jonathan exclaims as Bald Bull ROARS right in front of him!
"I think I just HEARD Enrique's stomach explode," Jeremy winces.
Meanwhile, Aran Ryan stalks Max…and clobbers him with his CCW Universal Title Belt right across the face, which busts the young man open!
"And ARAN—WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO DO WITH ANY OF THIS?!" Jonathan questions.
Doc Louis asks him the same question almost…to which Aran replies, "I just felt like hittin' 'im, fella!"
"Heheheheh, he just FELT like it… Wow…" Cris giggles.
"Now how is THAT funny?! Enrique and Max are getting torn apart right now…" Jeremy says.
"Just like they will be at Pandemonium! And besides, Max started it with his little attitude!" Cris argues.
"The Forces of Nature were doing the pushing to begin with!" Jeremy retorts.
Regardless, Soda Popinski grabs Max, pulls him away from Aran and Doc. Soda takes Max to the twins' announce table…while Bald Bull picks up Enrique by the very same table. Bald Bull wraps his arms around Enrique's waist…while Soda has a hand firmly around Max's throat.
"Ohhhhhh no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no no, no, no—I do NOT like where this is going!" Jeremy whines.
"Forces of Nature have both of the Dragon Kids in their grasp, right in front of us!" Jonathan yells.
Doc Louis taunts, "Let's see y'all 'get up' from THIS—hit it! Hit it, boys!"
Bald Bull lifts up Enrique…
…Soda Popinski lifts up Max…
…
…
…
…
…and they hit the Turkish Delight and Cokeslam at the same time, sending Enrique and Max both through the announce table!
"TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE! TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE! THE DRAGON KIDS, THE COMBINE CUP WINNERS, THROUGH THE GODDAMN ANNOUNCE TABLE!" Al exclaims.
"SODA POP AND BALD BULL HAVE JUST GIVEN THE DRAGON KIDS A TASTE OF THEIR FUTURE!" Cris declares. "MESSAGE SIGNED, MESSAGE SEALED, MESSAGE DELIVERED, TABLE DESTROYED!"
The Dragon Kids are motionless and battered in the announce table debris as Bald Bull and Soda Popinski both roar in unison, the World Tag Team Champions standing over their challengers tall and proudly. Aran Ryan joins in and smirks wackily while Doc Louis walks next to Doc Louis Productions in front of the fallen Max and Enrique. Doc crouches next to them and says, "And THAT…is what Champions' work…feels like…"
With that, "Domination" plays, and Doc Louis stands back up, crossing his arms and nodding with a smirk, while the Forces of Nature and Aran Ryan all raise their Championships over their heads.
"After Nevermore, I'm not going to lie—I REALLY thought in my heart of hearts that the Dragon Kids were cleared for takeoff… Right now…I don't know…" Jeremy murmurs.
"If you didn't know how hard it would be for the Dragon Kids to topple our Champions…you do now," Al says.
"And by 'hard', you mean impossible!" Cris "corrects".
"…Might be tough to fight against that comment…" Jonathan admits. "Forces of Nature…making a point here, making it loud and clear…in front of us all…"
Backstage, the camera is on split-screen—one side showing Brad Carbunkle and the other side showing Tommy Pickles, both men on their way to the ring.
"Well…show's gotta go on, guys—and coming up next, it's our first contest: Brad Carbunkle versus Tommy Pickles," Al says.
"First match of Ozone in 2014! Stick around!" Cris speaks.
{Commercial Break}
("Fight Like This" by Decyfer Down plays)
"18,043 FANS ARE PACKED IN THE TOYOTA CENTER THIS EVENING FOR WHAT PROMISES TO BE A THRILLING NIGHT OF WRESTLING!" Jonathan screams. "WELCOME TO CCW NEVERMORE!"
[Your time is done]
Chell intensifies the pressure behind the SBD…
…but Trixie Tang Back Kicks into a Low Blow on Chell!
[I'm moving in]
"AAAH! A LOW BLOW! TRIXIE WENT LOW BLOW ON CHELL THERE!" shouts Al.
Trixie hooks both of Chell's arms…and executes the Portal Wound!
"OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HELL?!" Jonathan exclaims.
"TRIXIE JUST PINNED CHELL! TRIXIE IS STILL UNDEFEATED!" Cris is ecstatic.
[I've come too far to lose, so go ahead and try me]
Jesse starts to get to a vertical base…but as he sees Brady, he tries to run right back at him…only for his injured leg to give out on him! Tom Brady sees Jesse crumble to all fours…
…and drills him with a PAT to the side of the skull!
"Once you get a Point After, you do NOT kick out!" Cris says.
[You know I've just begun, just begun]
Gwen stands fully on the top turnbuckle with Annie Frazier in her clutches…
…and Gwen jumps off of the top rope…
…
…delivering a Super Hocus Pocus from the top rope all the way to the canvas!
" HOLY MARY, MOTHER OF GOD! " Jonathan screams.
"The Wrestling Goddess… Enough said," Cris smirks.
[You've never seen a fight like this before! (Like this before!)]
Liu Kang vaults to the ring for a Sunset Flip. He brings Don's shoulders down…but then Liu Kang pops up and executes a Double Foot Stomp right to the face of Flamenco!
Liu Kang lands on the middle rope for a Springboard Cross Body…but Don Flamenco catches Liu Kang and turns it into a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker!
Liu Kang, with Don Flamenco in the corner, hits Shoot Kick after Shoot Kick after Shoot Kick to the pectorals, not stopping for anything or anyone, not even the referee.
[I'll take you down and leave here wanting more! (More!)]
Liu Kang Springboards…and scores with a Springboard Roundhouse Kick to the back of Don's head!
Don Flamenco picks Liu Kang up by the head and neck…before hitting an Inverted Scoop Powerslam, planting Liu Kang onto his face!
Liu Kang picks up an incredibly groggy Don Flamenco…and sets him up for a Back Suplex. He lifts Don Flamenco up…
…but then he flips Don's body in mid-air…and plants the Punch-Out! character with a Sit-Out Powerbomb!
"SOMEWHERE, A CERTAIN EDENIAN PRINCESS IS SMILING!" Jeremy exclaims.
From here, Liu Kang rolls to his feet, sees Don Flamenco motionless on the canvas…stands up in the corner…vaults to the middle rope…jumps to the top rope from there…
…and lands the Flawless Victory flush onto Don Flamenco!
"LIU KANG HAS RETAINED THE CCW INFINITY CHAMPIONSHIP!" Al exclaims.
[You've crossed the line that I cannot ignore! (Cannot ignore!)]
In one swift motion, Max grabs Ulrich by the head, twists him and jumps…
…
…
…
…
…
…and hits a Super S.O.S. all the way down onto Ulrich!
"S.O.S! S.O.S.! MAX WITH IT ON ULRICH FROM THE TOP ROPE!" Jonathan screams.
"DO YOU BELIEVE? DO YOU?!" Jonathan yells.
Enrique jumps from the top…with Ulrich supine…
…and nails the Colombian Splash!
"COLOMBIAN SPLASH! THE FINAL WISH COMPLETE!" Al yells. "THE DRAGON KIDS ARE YOUR COMBINE CUP WINNERS! THE DRAGON KIDS ARE YOUR #1 CONTENDERS FOR THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD!" Al proclaims.
[You've never seen a fight like this before! (Yeah!)]
Dan kicks Deathstroke in the gut! Squilliam tries to grab Dan's leg, but he's just an inch too short thanks to May! Dan hooks Deathstroke by the arms…
…
…and delivers the Pyrus-Plant!
"PYRUS-PLANT! PYRUS-PLANT!" the twins both say in unison.
"IS DAN KUSO A THREE-COUNT AWAY FROM REDEMPTION?! IS HE?! IS HE?!" Al queries…
…as Dan Kuso drapes himself over Deathstroke for the pin! Kenny Cashew, having cleared Paul Bearer and the chair from the ring, goes over to count the cover: 1…
2…
…3!
"YES, HE IS! HE HAS DONE IT!" Al shouts.
The crowd in Houston stands together and cheers as Dan Kuso gets off of Deathstroke onto his back, looking up at the sky, immediately relieved as the referee gets to his feet, May letting go of Squilliam Fancyson who is seething on the canvas.
Dan and May look at each other as they walk up the entrance ramp. They stop where they stand…and they look at each other again…
…
…
…
…before embracing one another in a warm hug, at which point the crowd applauds.
Dan and May let go of each other…but they don't let go of their gaze. They continue looking at each other's faces…and the crowd senses what's about to happen.
Dan and May's faces drift closer to one another…
…and closer…
…and closer…
…and closer…
…and…suddenly, Aran Ryan sprints down the ramp, grabs Dan Kuso, and tosses him back inside the ring!
"WHAT?!" Al shrieks. "WHAT THE…?!"
Aran waits for Dan Kuso to stand up…and when he does, Aran delivers a Kick of Fear!
"ARAN RYAN?! OH MY GOD, IT'S THE CELTIC CLUBBER HIMSELF!" Jeremy exclaims.
Doc Louis comes down to the ring, carrying the CCW Jackpot Briefcase! He runs down to the ring and slides inside the ring!
Aran sees the whites of Dan Kuso's eyes…
…and he delivers a shillelagh strike to the skull!
"AND DOWN GOES KUSO!" states Jonathan.
Aran starts foaming at the mouth…
…
…
…as he rips the Jackpot Briefcase from Doc's clutches and shoves it to referee Kenny Cashew! "I WANT HIS BELT! I WANT IT NOW! I WANT IT! GIVE IT TO ME!" Aran screams in the ref's face crazily. Kenny backs off, freaked out by this display…but he does what he is told and accepts the Jackpot Briefcase.
"YES! YES! HE'S DOING IT!" Cris cheers.
"AFTER EVERYTHING DAN'S BEEN THROUGH…!" Al shouts.
Dan Kuso, trying to register what is even happening, pulls himself up by the ring ropes in the corner. Kenny Cashew checks on him and tries to communicate that Dan Kuso is about to defend his CCW Universal Championship for the second time of the night. Dan moans weakly as he pulls himself up to a standing position across from a supremely eager Aran Ryan. Doc Louis leaves the ring and smacks the ring apron enthusiastically while May holds her hand to her mouth in utter disbelief.
Aran, wasting absolutely zero time, puts Dan Kuso onto the top rope. Aran grabs Dan by the skull, points to his waist as he holds Dan in the Three-Quarter Facelock…and Aran Ryan gives Dan Kuso the Original Sin!
"ORIGINAL SIN TO DAN KUSO!" Cris yells.
"OH MY GOD…" Jeremy is STILL stunned.
"WE HAVE A NEW UNIVERSAL CHAMPION!" Cris proudly yells.
…
"We may have to turn this place into a morgue in a few minutes!" Cris Collinsworth says.
"UNSANCTIONED Match—no rules, no sanctions, no repercussions, NOTHING but pure, unadulterated violence!" Jeremy Ellis says.
Zoe grabs Jeremy's announcing chair and chucks it directly at Emmy, nailing her in the face!
The SSX Demon picks up the steel chair…and Emmy stands up finally…only to receive a wicked chair shot to the back of the head that sends her into the crowd!
Zoe grabs Emmy, drags her through the row of seats, takes her by the body…and Belly-to-Belly Overhead Release Suplexes her all the way down the staircase, as Emmy rolls down the steps to the very bottom of the steps, hitting every single one on the long way down!
Zoe whips Emmy in the back with the steel chain!
Emmy goes all the way to the top rope as Zoe postures up…and the PBS Kid gives the SSX Demon a Missile Dropkick to the back of the head!
Emmy points to Zoe's jaw and goes for a Superkick…but Zoe catches the kick, stopping Emmy! Zoe spins Emmy around…right into a Chain-Aided Dragon Whip to the skull by the PBS Kid!
From the Argentine Backbreaker position, Zoe Payne hits Emmy with an INVERTED TAN, kneeing her right in the back of the head!
Emmy looks at the Rookie Revolution armband on Zoe's arm…and the Dragon Girl starts to wrap the chair around Zoe's head. Emmy holds Zoe by the hair and struggles to pull her up to her feet. Emmy stands up just as slowly while taking Zoe up with her, feeling all of the effects of the match and trying to keep her eyes open. Emmy then turns Zoe around, still maintaining control…and she puts Zoe in an Inverted Facelock, the chair still wrapped around the snowboarder. Emmy holds Zoe there…and she screams, "FINAL CHAPTER!"
And then, Emmy hits a Rolling Cutter to Zoe, bending Zoe's head and neck into the steel chair!
Zoe fires the chair at great velocity right at Emmy's semi-protected cranium, shellacking her and sending her into the ropes…where Emmy flips into the ropes and ends up with both of her arms tied up by the top and middle ropes!
"Emmy is POWERLESS right now!" Cris chuckles.
Zoe hits Emmy in square in the head with the steel chair!
"ZOE PAYNE, SHOT AFTER SHOT, FROM POINT-BLANK RANGE!" shouts Jonathan.
Emmy, visibly dazed, lifts her head up again, unable to even lift her legs up to fight back against the SSX Demon…who hits Emmy with the chair yet again!
Zoe hits Emmy with a chair shot to the head yet again! Merely seconds later, Zoe issues ANOTHER chair shot to the Dragon Girl's skull…
…and ANOTHER…
…and ANOTHER…
…
…and ANOTHER!
"Zoe, please! ZOE, PLEASE! NOOOOOO!" Al yells.
Zoe looks at Emmy's face and notices Emmy's lips beginning to move. Emmy pants heavily and starts to actually speak…
"…I told you…I'm…Unbreaka—"
Zoe cuts her right off with a LOUD and INIQUITOUS chair shot to the skull!
Zoe turns Emmy over as she falls to the mat in a heap, and, with one dooming glare at the referee Jim Kawaguchi, she demands that he makes the count. Jim Kawaguchi, skin crawling and all, sighs and drops down to do the honors: 1…
"Check…"
2…
"…and…"
…
…2.9999999 Emmy gets her shoulder up, and the crowd goes absolutely insane!
"…ma…ma…WHAT THE F**K?!" Cris exclaims in utter shock.
"HOW?" Al asks.
Emmy hollers at the top of her lungs, ready to Definitely-DT Zoe into oblivion…
…but Zoe suddenly picks Emmy up and into a Fireman's Carry!
"DEFINITELY-DT—INTO THE FIREMAN'S CARRY!" shouts Al.
"TAN! TAN! TAN TIME AGAIN!" Cris shouts.
Zoe, with the chain still wrapped around her knee, drops Emmy off…
…and…has the TAN caught by Emmy! Emmy catches Zoe's leg, hangs onto the limb…
…and spits a rainbow-colored mist into Zoe's face!
"WHOA! EMMY JUST…SHE JUST SPRAYED MIST!" shouts Al.
Zoe turns away from Emmy in recoil, covering her eyes in confusion! With Zoe's vision obstructed, Emmy goes behind Zoe…and Schoolgirl Pins her, using every ounce of her being to hold Zoe down, even performing a handstand and using ALL of her weight to hold Payne down!
"NO! NO, COME ON—THIS IS NOT RIGHT!" Cris protests.
Referee Jim Kawaguchi counts 1…
"SET IT…"
2…
"…AND…"
…
…3!
"…FORGET IT!" Jeremy exclaims as Emmy rolls off of Zoe all the way out of the ring. Emmy lies on the ringside floor, a battered mess…but victorious.
"EMMY WINS! EMMY SURVIVES THE FIGHT AND WINS!" Jonathan declares.
"Chairs, tables, ladders…and a family torn in the crossfire…" Al says.
Jenny Wakeman sees Bubbles at the top of the ladder now…but Bubbles doesn't see her. Jenny grabs the ladder from the opposite side of where Bubbles is standing…
…
…
…and she slowly tips the ladder over…
…
…causing Bubbles to fall over the top rope and through a table leaning against the security barricade!
[You've never seen a fight like this before! (Like this before!)]
Jenny hits the ropes…and delivers the Chair-Assisted XJ9 to Buttercup!
Blossom and Bubbles pick Mystique Sonia up…and they place Sonia on Buttercup's shoulders…and the trio Triple Powerbombs Mystique Sonia through Jonathan and Jeremy's announce table!
Jenny stands on the middle of the ladder, eyes the situation…
"What is this? WHAT IS THIS?!" Jonathan questions.
…and Jenny jumps from the ladder, turning in mid-air to deliver a Corkscrew Sunset Flip Powerbomb to Bubbles…
…who German Superplexes Sonia…
…who Superplexes Blossom…
…who falls all the way from the top of the ladder…to the outside through two adjacent tables!
"THEY ALL FALL LIKE DOMINOES!" Jonathan exclaims.
Sonia jumps off of the ladder…
…and Mystique Sonia delivers a Diving Double Foot Stomp off the top of the ladder, putting Bubbles and Buttercup through the stacked tables!
"GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! MYSTIQUE SONIA JUST STOMPED THE POWERPUFF GIRLS INTO GODDAMN OBLIVION!" Jonathan screams as the Houston crowd explodes!
[I'll take you down and leave here wanting more! (More!)]
Jenny, realizing exactly how close she is, looks up and uses her free right hand to undo the leather straps of the Tag Team Titles on the hook…
…and…comes just a moment shy of pulling them down, but instead has her ankle grabbed from below by Blossom! Blossom takes Jenny's legs by the ankles, pulling her in-between the rungs of the ladder, forcing Jenny to wind up hung out to dry inside the ladder, steel chair still in hand but body in a predicament!
"Wait a minute—Blossom…! Blossom's pulling Jenny into the ladder!" Al exclaims.
"JENNY'S STUCK THERE!" Cris shouts.
Jenny tries grabbing the steel chair in both hands and swinging it over her head to his Blossom across from her, but she is too far dug into the ladder to hit Blossom! All Jenny is able to hit is the steel of the ladder with her repeated chair shot attempts! Blossom, smirking arrogantly, makes her way up the ladder on the other side, unhindered by anything or anyone…
…and Blossom pulls both of the Women's Tag Team Championship Belts down, with Jenny unable to do anything but swing the chair madly and watch!
"BLOSSOM PULLS THEM DOWN—THE POWERPUFFS ARE STILL YOUR WOMEN'S TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!" Jeremy yells with a half-whine.
[You've crossed the line that I cannot ignore! (Cannot ignore!)]
Ben pulls himself to the top rope…and delivers a Springboard Back Elbow, turning in mid-air to clock Wolf in the face!
Kratos enters the ring himself…and he picks Wolf up from the corner in an Electric Chair! As Wolf is on Kratos' shoulders, Ares stands on the top rope, unhindered…and Ares executes a Diving Spinning Heel Kick to the face of Wolf, knocking him out of Kratos' Electric Chair and to the canvas hard!
Wolf picks Ares up in a Gutwrench position, lifts him…and executes the Decimator!
Wolf Hawkfield pushes himself off of the mat and onto his feet, opposite Ben…
…
…and Wolf Gores Ben into Ares through the table!
"GOOOOOOORE! GOOOOOOOOOORE! GOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Jeremy shrieks.
[You've never seen a fight like this before! (Yeah!)]
Kratos, from his chest, grabs Wolf by the head and arm, stands up with him…lifts him up…and executes the Power-Plex!
Kratos tosses a steel chair right at Ares' head. Ares catches the chair…but then he gets nailed with a Bike Kick into the chair into his own face!
Ares stands in front of the steel chair with Kratos in his clutches…
…and the God of War delivers a Tombstone from Hell onto the steel chair!
Ares goes for a Super Frankensteiner…and he connects, bringing Kratos down to the center of the ring…where Ben Tennyson nails him with a Diving Elbow Drop off the top rope himself in an adjacent corner!
Ares lifts Kratos off of the canvas onto his shoulders…in Powerbomb position…
…and Ares lifts Kratos from there…and delivers the Six Feet Under, sending Kratos clean over the top rope and onto the cold, hard floor!
Ben goes for a Complete Shot onto the God of War…
…but Ares counters that maneuver with a Small Package!
Ares has Ben Ten pinned: 1…
2…
…Wolf Hawkfield is up…and he forcibly grabs Ares from the canvas and off of the pin attempt, executing a Karelin Lift and taking Ares over to the ropes. Wolf places Ares in a Canadian Backbreaker Rack…sees Kratos starting to, somehow, struggle to his feet…
"THE STRENGTH OF WOLF HAWKFIELD—HOLY COW!" Jeremy yells.
…and delivers a Decimator that sends Ares over the top rope on top of the already-woozy Kratos!
"AND WOLF HAWKFIELD JUST DUMPED ARES OUT OF THERE, JOINING KRATOS ON THE FLOOR!" Jeremy hollers.
"AND NOW THAT JUST LEAVES WOLF AND TENNYSON!" Jonathan shouts. "AND WOLF'S GOT BEN IN HIS CROSSHAIRS!"
As Ares and Kratos are out of it on the floor, Wolf turns around from the ropes and waits for Ben to stand up across the ring. As soon as Ben gets to his feet…
…Wolf runs at him…
…
…
…and gets caught with an Intergalactic in mid-run!
"INTERGALACTIC! INTERGALACTIC! INTERGALACTIC!" Cris exclaims thrice giddily. "LONG LIVE THE BEST IN THE UNIVERSE!"
Ben backs up the entrance ramp pointing to his Belt and yells, "ONLY HERO, GUYS! ONLY HERO! DON'T YOU FORGET IT!"
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"It took about 2 hours and twenty minutes, approximately, for us to lose our announce table last Sunday, and EIGHT matches to boot…and it only took ten minutes for it to happen tonight," Jonathan says.
"The Dragon Kids came out here to celebrate and send a message to the Forces of Nature, but it was the Forces of Nature making the REAL statement and the party, suffice to say, was crashed, smashed, bashed and trashed!" Cris quips.
"Max and Enrique asserting themselves to their larger rivals—Doc Louis said the Forces of Nature could knock the Dragon Kids down easily, but Max and Enrique would keep getting up, and keep getting up, and keep getting up…but they couldn't keep getting up forever, and they needed some HELP getting up after being sent through the announce table by the World Tag Team Champions, whom they will face at Pandemonium in Chicago," Al says.
"The boys of PBS have an uphill battle to fight in 23 days…" Jeremy says. "Bald Bull and Soda Popinski—they've made me and quite a few fans question if this is even possible or if it's just beyond the Dragon Kids…"
Backstage, the Twinleaves are reveling in the Dragon Kids' misery, watching the replays of them being sent through the twins' announce table and then being helped to the back by trainers.
"Man, those Dragon Kids are so Floatzeled, it's not even funny," Barry smirks. "Heheh…look at them, being carried to the back like rag dolls…"
"Ha! And to think that people ACTUALLY believe they're our next World Tag Team Champs—they don't have a chance in Heracross!" Kenny laughs. "I mean, it only took Baldy and Coca-Cola Man like three minutes to leave poor Max and Enrique motionless. And that was with the Dragon Kids getting the first free shot! Can you imagine the kind of shellacking they're gonna get at Pandemonium?"
"Like the shellacking YOU got at the FWAs from them?"
Suddenly, Ulrich Stern enters the picture, followed by his partner Odd Della Robbia, attracting the Twinleaves' attention. Barry and Kenny are none too pleased to see the degenerates of Lyoko.
"Oh, L-O-L, Stern," Kenny scoffs. "Very hilarious. You know what else is hilarious? They didn't need a little girl as a third partner to beat YOU, did they?"
"Haha…nope," Ulrich replies coolly.
"They beat us, 1-2-3, clean as a virgin," Odd quips. "What can we say? They were the better team that night. Happens to the best of 'em, right? We challenged the Dragon Kids to take it to the next level, and they did, and they earned that Combine Cup Trophy in the end. No doubt they deserve it, because it takes BIG MONEY talent to get a W over us. Obviously, not just EVERYONE can walk in and beat me and my boy Ulrich; I mean, you two learned that two weeks ago, didn't you?"
"What we 'learned' two weeks ago is that you two never met a rule you didn't break!" Kenny shouts.
"Yeah! That should've been US in the Finals at Nevermore and you know it! You guys only got there because of an exposed turnbuckle!" Barry says.
"And you guys were only born because of a broken condom—your point?" Ulrich fires back.
Kenny is about to jump at Ulrich in rage, but Barry is able to prevent him from doing so. "You son of a Buizel! You take that back right now!" Kenny snarls. "It was an honest mistake, Wormadam it!"
"Way to go, jack-Azurill—you got the K-Man angry!" Barry says.
"Oh no, how tragic," Ulrich feigns fear. "Whatever shall we do?"
"I know what we should do—you and me, one-on-one, tonight!" Kenny shouts at Ulrich. "We ALL know you can't handle us both at the same time; why don't we make it singles and see how you do THEN?"
"You heard the man—Kenny versus Ulrich on Ozone! Now, accept the challenge before the Twinleaves issue a fine!" Barry yells as he pulls out his Pokétch. "You have ten seconds! Tennineeightsevensixfivefour—"
"You're on," Ulrich cuts Barry off by stepping in Kenny's face and accepting the challenge. "And by the way…try throwing another fit after I beat you and attacking me from behind like before…and Odd and I are going to make sure that you're going to be a hell of a lot more than just a 'sore' loser."
Ulrich and Kenny glare at one another with Barry hanging onto Kenny apprehensively and Odd watching in the background.
"…HI LISA!" Odd suddenly blurts out at he grabs his partner Ulrich and drags him off-screen. Kenny narrows his eyes at the X-Factors as they take their leave.
"…Hmph… I'm gonna beat the Shinx out of that Azelf-hole…" Kenny says.
"Yeah…" Barry says.
"Yeah…" Kenny returns.
"Yeah…" Barry repeats.
[WE WILL FIGHT!]
("Battle On" by War of Ages plays)
"I hope Ulrich keeps his words soft and sweet, because Kenny's going to take those words and stuff them right down his throat—Twinleaves going to get a measure of payback from the Combine Cup Semis!" Cris asserts.
"But for right now, it's time for our first match, and coming down to the ring is the man who's looking to obtain his second victory in as many CCW weeks," says Al.
Brad Carbunkle backpedals onto the stage before turning around and giving a feint Elbow Smash outward. Brad smugly grins and splays his arms in front of a nearby camera on stage. He speaks, "The Future…has arrived…" before ambling down the entrance ramp arrogantly, attracting the ire of the fans, only having 13% or so of them on his side cheering while the rest are booing.
"The following contest," says Blader DJ as the bell sounds, "is your opening match on CCW Ozone 37, scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, from Tremorton, USA, weighing 226 pounds, 'The Future' Brad Carbunkle!"
[Your love will never fade
Even when we fail
In you we find strength
For you're our shelter
We refuse to fall
This is our battle cry
Can we make it last
Until our last breath]
"Brad defeated Little Mac last week on Ozone in his CCW debut," Al says. "So far he's living up to his moniker of 'The Future' when it comes to CCW—former Animated star, an NCW star…but he came face-to-face with another young man and possible 'future' star here in CCW and the industry, Tommy Pickles."
"And the two weren't exactly cordial; Brad was talking to Jenny, and let's just say he wasn't exactly gentlemanly that evening, and Tommy took exception to Brad's behavior…and Brad, in turn, took exception to Thomas—take a look at this precut promo from Carbunkle right here…" Jonathan cues a small display box onscreen as Brad vaults over the top rope inside the ring. Inside the box it shows Brad Carbunkle speaking in a pre-taped segment in a room with a black background behind him.
"So, I'm regaling my best friend with tales of my first victory in a CCW ring in the hopes of cheering her up from the deaths in her family, and Toilet Paper has the audacity to come to me and say, 'Oh, that's not cool'? Really? 'That's not cool'? Huh… Well, you know what else isn't cool? An elbow to the back of your head! And that's exactly what I plan to give the kid tonight. Maybe then he'll learn not to cross…The Future…"
"The girl lost her eight sisters and watched her mom nearly perish with them at the hands of the Powerpuff Girls, and Brad HONESTLY thought that saying, 'Hey, Jenny, I won my first CCW match!' was going to cheer him up?" Jeremy narrows his eyes. "Either he's oblivious or just a horrible friend."
"Either way, he's unbeaten in CCW, and he's gonna keep it that way!" Cris says.
[The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes
Looking hard, but won't realize
That they will never see the P!]
("Can't C Me" by 2Pac plays)
Tommy Pickles makes his way down to the ring, wearing a pair of black sunglasses…but he's quick to remove them as he walks his way down to the ring. Tommy puts the sunglasses down by the steel ring steps as Brad looks down at Tommy from inside the ring. Tommy returns the glance at Brad, flashing a quick smirk before charging onto the ring apron, landing on his knee near one of the turnbuckles before climbing up the corner…and staring at Brad again as the crowd receives him with a noticeably mixed reaction, about 60% cheers.
"And his opponent, now residing in Orlando, Florida, weighing 232 pounds, Tommy Pickles!" Blader DJ says.
"Now, Tommy Pickles, if you remember correctly, won a First Impressions Fatal Four-Way on his first night here on Ozone 29, and at that time, people seemed impressed—he's a former UWE interviewer and a current TCW competitor as well as CCW," Al says.
"Tommy Pickles coming off of a recent loss to my buddy Terry Blake, Jr.," Jeremy mentions. "Tommy's looking to really break the barriers and shatter the mold here in CCW like he's been aiming to do elsewhere…but it doesn't look like Brad takes him too seriously."
"And why should he?" Cris chuckles.
"Weren't you really high on Tommy in his debut, Cris?" Jonathan asks.
"Oh, I was HIGH, alright…" Cris rolls his eyes. "Listen – Brad Carbunkle's the Future of CCW; hell, he's the REAL Future, and he may be the very Future of Wrestling! Honestly, looking at them next to each other, I don't know why the hell I placed my hopes on Purple Hair in the first place! I'm not Gwen Tennyson, though; I ain't immortal, so I make some mistakes…"
"I don't know which Tommy Pickles you're talking about, but I see potential," Jonathan says as the opening bell sounds. "And Tommy's looking to showcase that potential against Brad right here in a battle between CCW acquisitions of recent times. These two men, one fall to a finish, will kick off Ozone live in Austin."
Tommy and Brad lock up…and the All Grown Up! character gets caught in a Waist Lock. Brad hangs onto Tommy Pickles for six seconds in this hold…until Tommy reverses with a Waist Lock, prying one of Brad's arms away. Tommy hangs onto Brad's wrist…until Brad kicks Tommy's arm away himself, turning it into a Side Headlock. From the Side Headlock, Brad performs a Tiger Spin into a Waist Lock, lifting Tommy up this time and delivering a Waist Lock Takedown, taking Tommy's back. Brad spins around Tommy's back three spins around him before paintbrushing the back of his head.
"The arrogance of Carbunkle showing early," Al comments.
…
Suddenly, Tommy, from underneath a laughing Carbunkle, performs an ankle pick takedown that brings Brad down onto his face. Tommy then spins around Brad and paintbrushes him right back!
"Haha! But Tommy's got a little of spunk in him as well!" Jeremy chuckles.
"Bradley did NOT like that…" Jonathan says.
It's now Tommy's turn to yuk it up in front of Carbunkle. Brad, embarrassed, gets up and goes for a wild Clothesline, but Tommy ducks it and hits two Knife Edge Chops. Tommy Irish Whips Brad into the ropes and delivers an Inverted Atomic Drop. Then, Tommy executes a Snapmare, hits the ropes, and Dropkicks Brad between the eyes. Brad rolls to a corner and pulls himself up to a vertical base, Tommy pursuing him all the way. Tommy hits a Chop followed by four straight Shoulder Barges into the midsection. Tommy puts Brad in a Front Facelock…and then he pulls Brad out of the corner to deliver a Hangman's Neckbreaker. Tommy covers Brad for the first near-fall of Ozone, Bradley kicking out at two. Tommy pulls Brad to the center of the ring, delivering a Knee Drop to the face…a second Knee Drop…and then a Forearm Smash to the swell of Brad's back off of the ropes. Brad rolls to the ropes for a brief respite, leaning on the middle rope, and Tommy stands up and drives his knee into the shoulder blades of the MLaaTR character, choking her against the ropes. Tommy holds onto the choke in the ropes for four seconds before referee Vincent Perry steps in to break it up. Tommy backs up as Brad tries to catch his breath…
…but Tommy runs by the referee and executes a Body Guillotine, sending Brad's throat into the rope again! Tommy waits for Brad to rise again and goes for an Irish Whip into the ropes, but Brad reverses it; Brad goes for a Big Boot, but Tommy slides underneath the strike and chucks "The Future" out of the ring! Brad stands on the outside, trying to recapture his bearing…but Tommy executes a Baseball Slide Dropkick to the face of Carbunkle to bring him down!
"Tommy Pickles getting the better of Brad Carbunkle here so far!" says Jonathan.
"The young man of Rugrats and the kid who came FIRST in CCW before Brad did—so far, he's got the upper hand!" Jeremy says.
Tommy exits the ring and delivers a Head Slam to Brad onto the security barricade. Then, Tommy hits a second Head Slam…and then a third…but a thumb to the eye from Brad interrupts the fourth.
"And maybe THAT'LL turn things in the RIGHT direction!" Cris says.
"Brad bending the rules to save face—literally," Jonathan remarks.
Brad delivers a Head Slam of his own to Tommy and clubs him from behind in the back while Tommy recoils off of the barricade. Brad picks Tommy up shortly thereafter…and hits him with a Body Slam directly onto the arena floor! Tommy clutches his back in agony while Brad hits three stomps to the face and two to the clavicle. Brad pulls Tommy up to his feet and delivers a Shoot Kick to the chest…and set Tommy up by the steel ring steps for a Russian Leg Sweep. Brad goes for it…but Tommy punches Brad in the gut to counter…grabs Brad, and throws him left shoulder-first into the steel ring post on the opposite side!
"OH! Did you FEEL that?!" Jeremy winced. "Bone on STEEL!"
"That isn't the K-Owning arm of Brad Carbunkle—that'd be the RIGHT wing—but a maneuver like that STILL does a lot of damage!" Al says.
"Brad's lying on the apron prone…" Jonathan says.
Tommy ambles to the ring post…grabs the arm of Carbunkle, and hits an Armbreaker against the ring post! Brad hollers in pain as Tommy grabs the left arm a second time…and delivers another Armbreaker into the ring post! Brad rolls away from the ring post, holding his shoulder in massive grief. Tommy smirks as he returns to the ring, Brad rolling across the ring to the opposite corner.
"Brad's gotten a VERY limited amount of offense in so far in this contest—Tommy's been dictating the pace and the maneuvers, and now he's got a target in that left arm of Carbunkle!" says Jonathan.
"Not the best of starts for the Future, but hey, Brad can turn it around—I mean, come on! He ain't going to fall to an interviewer; that'd be like Ben Tennyson getting pinned by Alex Trebek! As if!" Cris jokes.
Brad sits down in the corner and is shaking his head repeatedly, wanting no part of Tommy for the time being, ordering that the referee hold Tommy back as he hangs onto the ropes around him. Tommy barks at Carbunkle across the ring with trash talk. The purple-haired talent tries to get around the referee, but Vincent Perry keeps Tommy back…
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…while Brad grabs the top rope, skins the cat and pulls himself to the top rope! Tommy realizes this, but referee Vincent Perry is unaware. Suddenly…Brad dives off of the top rope, grabs Tommy's head, leaping clear OVER the referee, and scores with an Over Castle!
"Whoa, wait a second—BRAD CARBUNKLE WITH THE BLOCKBUSTER!" Al shouts.
"OVER the referee—holy crap!" Jeremy exclaims.
"Ho-ho, that was NICE! Neither Tommy nor the ref saw it coming, and Brad didn't even TOUCH Vincent Perry! Unbelievable!" Cris praises. "'The Future' indeed!"
"How do you NOT lay a body part on the official with a maneuver like that?!" Jonathan queries. "That's what I want to know!"
"It's called TALENT, Jon-boy—pure, raw, futuristic talent that only Brad Carbunkle can provide and Tommy Pickles can't quite match," Cris explains.
Brad covers Tommy for his first pin attempt: 1…2…
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…2.55 Tommy kicks out. Brad holds onto his left arm, gritting his teeth as he feels a slight pain down the limb from Tommy's assault on the limb. Brad gets up off of the mat and takes Tommy's right arm, snarling, "Let's see how YOU like it!" before stomping on the bicep. Tommy gets to his knees, grimacing, and Brad takes Tommy's arm for a Wrist Lock. Brad holds onto the arm of Tommy Pickles, tweaking the limb and leaving his feet to wrench the arm. Brad applies a Hammerlock as Tommy is kneeling down, pinioning Tommy's arm behind his back. Brad holds onto the arm, sidesteps…and executes a Leg Lariat to Tommy, bringing him down by his head and neck while forcing Tommy to land on top of his ailing right arm.
"Interesting form of offense there, forcing Tommy to fall back onto his own limb—Brad's got a height advantage here against Pickles that he's using to his benefit," Jonathan says.
Tommy gets up, favoring his arm; Brad goes for an Irish Whip…and he fakes it, pulling Tommy into a Kitchen Sink Knee to the midsection! Brad twists Tommy's arm once…then twice, tweaking it; then Bradley walks up the ring ropes, sitting on the top rope and then standing up on the second rope before standing on the very top.
"Brad—is he thinking Old School here? Shades of Mark Calaway…" Jeremy speaks.
Brad remains standing on the top rope, thinks about it…
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…and executes an Arm Hotshot, leaping all the way to the outside and taking it out on Tommy's limb!
"Wait, no—OH! NO, it WASN'T Old School!" Jeremy exclaims.
"The Hotshot to the arm by Carbunkle to Pickles, and everything Tommy did to Brad's left arm is PALING in comparison to what Brad's doing to Tommy's right limb right now," Jonathan states.
"Brad's showing Tommy who the TRUE top prospect of CCW is!" Cris says.
Brad goes to the ring apron, measuring the filmmaking youth as he turns around, clutching his right bicep with great concern. Brad sees Tommy's eyes, Springboards…and executes a Dropkick to the chest, bringing Tommy down flat onto his bottom!
"And NOW the Dropkick—Dropkick of the Springboard variety!" Al says.
Brad goes for the pin on Tommy, hooking a leg in the cover: 1…
"Check…"
2…
"…and…"
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…2.675 Tommy kicks out!
"…ma—not mate; damn…" Cris snaps his fingers. "That's okay; Brad's getting closer—keep on nicking at that arm and just wait for your opportunity, and it's K-Owned time!"
Brad applies a Dragon Sleeper onto Tommy on the canvas, holding onto the submission to wear down his foe. Tommy tries to get his foot near the ropes for a break, but Brad keeps the hold applied. Brad starts to slowly stand up while maintaining the Dragon Sleeper, Tommy still trying to free himself in vain. Brad holds onto the Dragon Sleeper and pulls Tommy up onto the top rope, setting his legs over the top turnbuckle…and hanging onto the submission while Tommy is in the corner. Referee Vincent Perry advises Brad to relinquish his grip…and Brad lets go, leaving Tommy out to dry in the Tree of Woe. Brad starts kicking at the chin of the upside-down Pickles, firing away with boot after boot to the jaw. Brad rolls to the outside as Tommy is helpless in the Tree of Woe. Then Brad grabs both of Tommy's arms…wraps them around the throat and locks in a Straitjacket Hold while placing his boot against the steel ring post!
"Straitjacket in the corner—see, that applies to the neck AND the arm of Tommy Pickles!" Cris notes. "This is why Brad Carbunkle is the Future of CCW and the superior standout in CCW; he's wise beyond his years and is pristinely ring aware!"
"Looks like Brad's the one in control now…" Jeremy says.
Referee Vincent Perry counts 1…2…3…4…4.5 Brad lets go of the Straitjacket…only to reapply it again only three seconds afterwards!
"Hey-hey!" Jeremy rebukes.
"Ah-ah—he let go before five!" Cris notes.
"Only to apply the hold AGAIN!" Jeremy adds.
"Nothing illegal about it! It's persistence!" Cris defends.
Referee Vincent Perry counts 1…2…3…4…
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…4.8 Brad lets go of the Straitjacket, pulling so hard that Tommy falls free from the Tree of Woe. Brad hangs onto Tommy's right arm, pulling it toward the ring post, placing it next to the metal pole. Brad takes seven steps backward, measures…
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…and hits a Big Boot right to the injured arm, ringing it against the ring post!
"And AGAIN back to the arm with the ring post as an aid!" Al says.
"Tommy's arm is taking a pounding right now—Brad's in the driver's seat tonight," Jeremy says.
Tommy rolls away from the post with urgency as pain rings throughout his right arm, much to Brad's delight. Brad Carbunkle stands on the ring apron, then climbs to the top rope, facing the fans and flashing an arrogant grin…
"And from the looks of that grin, Brad knows he's in the driver's seat too!" Jonathan says.
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…and Brad delivers a Diving Moonsault!
"Moonsault connecting!" Al comments. "Will Carbunkle get the win here?!"
"Second win in CCW right now!" shouts Cris.
Brad hooks a leg in the ensuing pin: 1…
"Check…"
2…
"…and…"
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…2.74 Tommy kicks out!
"…mat—crap!" Cris frowns. "Well, at least Tommy's making this interesting, unlike the movies he makes…"
"Tommy Pickles, still alive," says Jeremy.
Brad applies a Double Chicken Wing onto Tommy, working on both arms of his opponent. Referee Vincent Perry asks Tommy if he wishes to capitulate…but Tommy declines, prompting Brad to transition from a Double Chicken Wing into a Lotus Lock.
"Tommy declines to quit in the Double Chickenwing; now Brad's employing an even tighter hold in the Lotus Lock, using his legs as the stretching apparatus," Jonathan says.
Tommy shouts in distress before trying to wriggle his way free from the submission hold…only for Brad to use a free hand to grab the ropes, looking for an unfair advantage in tightening the hold! Vincent Perry is quick to scold Brad for this tactic, and Brad feigns innocence, all while maintaining the Lotus Lock. Tommy tries to battle back and survive, turning over onto his side while Brad keeps the Lotus Lock in.
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Tommy starts to get to his knees and stand up to his feet with Brad on his shoulders!
"WHOA! Tommy showing some strength here!" Jeremy gasps.
"Lotus Lock isn't keeping Thomas down!" Al says.
Tommy grabs Brad's hair and turns the Elevated Lotus Lock into a Fireman's Carry!
"What?! BRAD! BRAD, DO SOMETHING!" Cris shouts.
"Fireman's Carry—Brad's in trouble now! Tommy could parlay this…"
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But Brad is able to hit a hard knee to the side of Tommy's face!
"…into a—NO!" Al cuts himself off.
Brad then lands on his feet, hits an Open Palm Slap…and then scores with a Spinning Heel Kick that resonates throughout the building!
"And ALL of the Frank Erwin heard THAT one!" Jonathan shouts. "Good God!"
"There you go, Brad!" Cris applauds. "There you go! Cut him off right at the pass!"
Brad grabs the woozy Tommy Pickles…and executes a Bridging Belly-to-Back Suplex, hanging on for the pinning combination!
"Belly-to-Back and bridge!" Al comments.
"This is it here!" Cris asserts as the ref counts 1…
"Check…"
2…
"…and…"
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…2.83625 Tommy gets his shoulder up!
"…mat—no! Tommy, AGAIN, won't stay down!" Cris crosses his arms.
"It ain't the credits for Tommy yet!" Jeremy quips.
"But it WILL be quite soon!" Cris guarantees.
Brad takes Tommy by his ailing arm, puts Tommy in a Hammerlock…and delivers a Hammerlock Vertical Suplex! Tommy sits up, clutching his arm in tremendous pain…and Brad hits a Soccer Kick to the spine, mocking Tommy all the way through his offense. Brad issues a second Soccer Kick and yells, "Is THAT cool, Pickles? Huh? Is THAT cool? How about THIS?!" Brad goes for a third Soccer Kick…
…but this time, Tommy manages to catch it out of the corner of his eye and hold the boot in his arms!
"Brad just MOCKING—oh!" Al commentates. "I was going to say, Brad was mocking Tommy to no end, but Tommy just put an end to it there with the counter!"
"And the look in Brad's face…just changed!" Jeremy chuckles.
Brad hobbles on a single foot, shaking his head in trepidation…as Tommy signals, "You can't see me!" in Brad's face…
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…before Clotheslining Brad to the mat! Tommy holds his arm in pain while Brad starts to recover from being downed by Tommy for the first time in minutes.
"Tommy's favoring that arm, but for the first time in a good while, Brad is down!" comments Jeremy.
Tommy motions for Brad to rise…and Tommy hits a Back Elbow with her good arm to the jaw of Carbunkle! Brad stands up again…and Tommy hits a second Back Elbow thereafter. Then, Tommy Dropkicks Brad in the face, keeping the advantage in his favor. A second Dropkick later, Tommy snatches Brad with both arms and delivers a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Tommy fires with mounted strikes to the face.
"That arm isn't stopping him from laying in these shots, however!" Jonathan says.
"Brad, cover up! Cover up, kid!" Cris shouts.
Tommy continues raining in shot after shot…
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…until Brad manages to grab a hold of Brad's arm and tries to lock in an Armbar!
"Oh—wait! Brad may've found an even BETTER reversal!" Cris calls.
"Brad holding onto Tommy's injured right arm…" Al says.
Brad tries to hyperextend the limb of his fellow Nickelodeon character…
"If he fully extends that, Tommy's in trouble…!" Jeremy forebodes.
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…but Tommy is able to wrap his legs around the bottom rope and maneuver his way onto the ring apron, freeing himself from peril. Brad starts to get up and tries to go back on the attack as Tommy is on the edge of the ring…but Tommy hits an Outside-In Shoulder Block to stop Brad in his tracks! Tommy then grabs the top rope…
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…and performs a Sunset Flip, trying to achieve a pinning combination on Carbunkle…
…but Brad grabs Tommy's right arm from his leg and pinions it to the canvas…setting up for a Leg Drop onto the limb…
"Brad's got that arm—D'OH, HE MISSED!" Jeremy exclaims as Tommy rolls out of the way, causing Brad to land on nothing but his tailbone hard.
Tommy grabs Brad by the head, pulls him up…and executes a Fisherman's Suplex, sending Brad onto his tailbone a second time across the ring! Brad goes to the corner of the ring and tries to get to his feet while Tommy waits for him to reach a vertical base. Tommy charges at Brad as Brad has his back turned…
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…and Tommy scores with a Corner Swinging Clothesline to the back of Brad's skull!
"Shades of MIZANIN!" exclaims Jeremy. "WOW—what impact!"
"To the back of Bradley's head and neck," Al says.
Tommy goes from the apron to the top rope as Brad staggers to a vertical base, hunched over inside the squared circle…
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…and Tommy executes a Diving Leg Drop Bulldog to the back of Brad's neck!
"Now it's shades of CENA with the Diving Leg Drop Bulldog!" Al calls.
"This could do it right here—Tommy, go for the cover, man!" Jeremy says.
Tommy turns Brad over, shoots the half and grapevines the leg on the pin: 1…
"Set it…"
2…
"…and…"
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…2.89 Brad gets his shoulder up!
"…forge—NO, two-count as Carbunkle makes it a near-fall!" Jeremy calls.
"Only two, but VERY close!" Jonathan says. "Tommy may be a flurry of moves away from a victory!"
Tommy waits for Brad to stand up again…and when Brad gets to his feet, he's immediately taken off of his feet…and brought down with an Alabama Slam! From here, Tommy stands up over Brad…gives a small grin to the downed body of his adversary…
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…and raises his open hand high into the air, signaling for his universally-recognized signature maneuver. The crowd shouts along with Tommy this time as Tommy waves his hand in front of Brad's face:
"You can't see—"
Brad Mule Kicks Tommy's right wrist and forearm!
"Tommy was thinking Five-Knuckle Shuffle, but with the injured arm, Brad had an opening!" Jonathan says.
"And did he EVER take advantage!" Cris chuckles.
Tommy holds his right arm in pain, Brad still supine on the canvas…
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…before Brad backward rolls into a Headscissors Takedown…turned into a Victory Roll Pin!
"And he may steal it right here!" Jeremy says.
The ref counts 1…
2…
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…Tommy kicks out! Brad gets up and kicks Tommy in the shin before locking in a Butterfly Lock, leaping into the air and adding a Bodyscissors to the submission, working over the arm of the former UWE interviewer!
"Butterfly Hold locked in! It's only a matter of time now!" Cris exclaims. "Tommy's gonna quit here!"
"Brad's got the arms hooked, center of the ring!" Al says.
"Exactly—ring awareness AGAIN on the part of Carbunkle! The Armbar couldn't work out due to the ropes, but this time, the placement could not be better!" Cris says.
"Or, if you're Pickles, the placement couldn't be any WORSE!" Jonathan states.
"Got that right! Will Tommy give in here?" Jeremy asks.
Tommy kicks his legs madly, trying to find a way to escape from the submission maneuver, but Brad screams adamantly and keeps Tommy in the Butterfly. Tommy tries to lift his head up and Headbutt Brad in the chest cavity to break the hold…
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…but Brad counteracts that by locking in a Kimura Lock, maintaining the Bodyscissors but focusing wholly on the injured arm!
"Brad—uh-oh, Brad's Butterfly may have been disrupted, but only for a more direct and PAINFUL predicament!" says Jeremy.
"Kimura Lock with the Bodyscissors cinched in—Tommy's in DEEP trouble now! His arm may not be able to take much more of this!" Al says.
"Brad was nice—he gave Tommy a free arm to tap out with! How generous! Time for Pickles to use it!" Cris smirks.
Brad cranks up the pressure on the Kimura Lock, much to Tommy's distress and the fans' displeasure. The fans start to get behind Tommy as they clamor for him to find a way out, though it appears impossible at this point. Tommy stands up, trying to posture up in order to break out of the Kimura…but Brad hangs onto the Kimura as Tommy continues to stand! Brad wrenches even harder and further on the submission, trying his damnedest to get Tommy to yield…but Tommy refuses to do so, fighting with everything he has!
"Tommy trying to hang on—this is your opening contest of Friday Night Ozone, and it is a doozy, might I say!" Al says.
"Look at Brad's eyes—he REALLY wants that tap-out victory!" Cris says. "I have a feeling he's gonna get it! Just a few more seconds…!"
The referee asks Tommy once more…
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…but Tommy responds with left hands to the side of Brad's face and elbows to the thighs of the MLaaTR humanoid. Tommy delivers elbow after elbow after elbow, trying to get the Bodyscissors detached…
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…and, after twenty seconds, Brad is forced to let go of the Bodyscissors. Tommy then hits two more punches to the face, allowing Tommy to free himself from the Kimura as Bradley lets go…
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…and fires with a Roundhouse Kick attempt to Tommy's dome!
"Tommy breaks out of the Kimura—LOOK OUT!" Al exclaims.
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Tommy ducks it and backs into the ropes…hitting Carbunkle with a Flying Shoulder Block on the return! Then Tommy hits the opposite ropes…and hits a second Flying Shoulder Block! Brad goes for a Clothesline, but Tommy ducks it, cradles Brad, and executes a Spin-Out Powerbomb! With Brad on his back, the crowd senses it once again. This time, Tommy wastes no time; he signals for his signature, and he makes the motion, "You can't see me!" right in front of Brad's face…
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…and he executes the Five-Knuckle Shuffle!
"Five-Knuckle SHUFFLE strikes!" Jeremy proclaims. "Bad arm and all, Tommy's STILL in it to win it, and he may be a fraction away here!"
Tommy stalks "The Future", waiting for him to turn around for the big finish…
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…and Tommy Pickles tries to place Brad on his shoulders again, Fireman's Carry-style!
"Tommy's got a new maneuver in his arsenal from the Fireman's Carry, called the Photo Finish—can he hit it?" Al asks.
Tommy swings Brad off of his shoulders…
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…and tries to drop him into a Stunner, but Brad lands on his feet, corrals Tommy's right arm…
"But back to the arm again!" Cris says. "The Three-Quarter Facelock interruption!"
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…runs up the ropes from there and delivers a Springboard Arm Drag to Tommy!
"And now torque to the ailing limb now!" Jonathan says.
"Brad's athleticism shining through there!" Cris says.
Brad picks the standing Tommy up onto his shoulders in an Electric Chair…
"And now Brad's got Tommy on HIS shoulders…"
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…and drives Tommy down onto his head with the DVD 3K1!
"…for the DVD 3K1!" Al calls.
"Time for the former Rugrat to catch some Z's!" Cris comments.
Brad covers Tommy with a lateral press, claiming the win as referee Vincent Perry does the honors: 1…
"A spry beginning to Ozone 37…"
2…
"…and it begins…"
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…2.9 Tommy kicks out!
"…with a win for Brad—NO! NO, IT DOESN'T!" Al stops. "PICKLES KICKS OUT! How on Earth?!"
"That's questionable!" Cris shouts. "That is questionable! I think that count was slower than normal—I get that it may be difficult for Vincent Perry to keep up with this action, but come on, man! You've gotta keep your eye on the ball!"
"Whether you think it's fair or not, Tommy CLEARLY kicked out before 3 there!" Jonathan says.
Brad smacks the canvas, shaking his head in disarray…before pointing to his elbow and rolling up his sleeve.
"But I think Brad's going to pull out the last trick from his sleeve in the form of that elbow to the back of the brain!" Jeremy says. "It knocked out Little Mac last week; it may do the same right to Tommy P. right here!"
Brad waits for Tommy to get to his feet, brandishing his elbow the whole time as he anticipates Pickles' rise…
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…and Brad grabs Tommy by the head…puts him in Hangman's Neckbreaker position…
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…and…before he can fire with the K-Owned, Tommy spins through and clips Brad's patella from behind with his boot! Brad is kneeling…and Tommy goes for a submission from behind Brad, trying to trap his arm and choke Bradley out!
"K-Owned Elbow—NO! Tommy escapes…and what's this?" Jonathan speaks. "It's…it's a Buffalo Sleeper, it looks like; it's Tommy's Lullaby Sleeper submission—yes! Shades of Hiroyoshi Tenzan! And can Tommy get BRAD to submit here?"
"Not if Tommy can't get the hold cinched in—Brad, come on! Fight out, fight out, fight out!" Cris claps encouragingly.
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Tommy continues grappling for the Lullaby Sleeper Hold, Brad struggling to escape and prevent Tommy from applying the submission full-on. Brad flails his free arm madly to get away, but Tommy remains persistent.
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Suddenly, Brad bites the arm of the purple-haired kid, causing Tommy to lose his progress and relinquish his grip!
"Whoawhoawhoa, wait!" Jeremy exclaims. "Oh man, Brad's BITING the arm—anything to get himself free!"
"The bending of the rules AGAIN by Carbunkle!" Jonathan says.
Tommy favors his right arm as Brad starts standing back up…
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…and Carbunkle, with Tommy's back turned, delivers a Double Knee Armbreaker! Tommy flops around the ring in a world of pain as Brad chuckles to himself, sensing that the match is well in hand at this point. Brad mouths, "Lights out, TP…" as Tommy stumbles to his feet…
"And now, elbow ready, Bradley waiting…" Al calls.
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…and Brad grabs Tommy, turns him around…
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…and gets caught in a Backslide by Tommy!
"K—NO! BACKSLIDE!" Al shouts as referee Vincent Perry makes the count: 1…
"BACKSLIDE! SHOULDERS DOWN!" Al exclaims.
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…3! Brad gets his shoulders up, but not in time! The bell sounds as Brad is SUPREMELY stunned!
"YOU'RE KIDDING!" Cris gasps.
"GOT HIM! TOMMY PICKLES BACKSLIDES CARBUNKLE FOR THE WIN!" Al calls as the bell rings.
"HOW SUDDEN WAS THAT?! WOW!" Jeremy says.
"Here is your winner, Tommy Pickles!" Blader DJ declares as Tommy gets his hand raised from his knees and Brad is STILL trying to process what just happened.
"Tommy's arm wasn't doing him many favors on the pin, but Brad was caught so off-guard that the Backslide came to fruition!" says Jonathan.
"The first Ozone of real-time 2014 and man, oh man, was this match impressive for BOTH men! But it's Tommy Pickles coming out on top, and the crowd approves!" Jeremy says.
"That HAS to be an upset—hell, that's a miracle win for Tommy! Beating someone the caliber of a Brad Carbunkle like this… Brad's not happy, and I don't blame the kid! He got duped!" Cris says.
Tommy stands up, holding his arm but grinning from ear to ear as he raises his other arm over his head in victory…while Brad is on his knees, debating the decision with the referee, who affirms that it is a three-count. Tommy mouths something indistinct to the fans nearby at ringside while Brad starts to pick himself up to his feet. Tommy turns away from the ropes and turns to the other side of the ring…
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…and eats a big Dropkick right to the mush from Brad!
"WAIT A MINUTE!" Jeremy exclaims. "BRAD WITH THE POST-MATCH DROPKICK!"
"And just as we were talking about how unhappy Brad was…the Dropkick by Carbunkle after the match—come on!" Al says.
Brad shakes his head disapprovingly and starts to stomp away at the downed Tommy, disdain and disbelief marking his face with every stomp. All Tommy can do is writhe as the crowd boos for this post-match assault.
"A fine encounter to open Ozone 37 and THIS is how Brad's handling the loss—damn it!" Al shouts.
"He should've had it won, Al!" Cris says. "He knows just like everybody in this place knows that Tommy got LUCKY, and now, Brad's going to stomp that leprechaun straight out of Tommy's ass!"
Brad continues stomping away at Tommy as Vincent Perry tries to communicate to Brad to stop, to no avail. Brad starts to pull Tommy up to his feet, holding him against the ring ropes…
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…and delivering a European Uppercut…followed by a Short-Arm Clothesline, holding onto the injured right arm! Brad snarls viciously before pulling Tommy up to his feet…holding him by the shoulders, and yelling, "I'M the Future, NOT YOU!"
…
Then Brad tosses Tommy right shoulder-first into the steel ring post!
"OH NO! NOT THE INJURED ARM!" Jeremy winces.
Tommy lurches backward in tremendous pain…before Brad grabs Tommy by the head…puts him in an Inverted Headlock…
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…and decks Tommy with the K-Owned!
"And the K-Owned!" Jonathan yells. "The My Life as a Teenage Robot teenager may not have won the match, but damn it if he hasn't made it look that way!"
"That's because he IS a winner! He's ALWAYS a winner, as opposed to Tommy Pickles, whose sole purpose is to LOSE! Tonight was a fluke, an anomaly, straying from the norm; Brad had to make things right before the universe imploded!" Cris affirms. "Thank you, Bradley, kind sir!"
"Ugh…" Jeremy pinches his forehead. "Collinsworthless…"
Brad stands over Tommy as "Battle On" begins to play, the former leaving the latter prone and knocked clean out like a light. Brad leaves the ring to a chorus of jeers and scattered "You suck!" chants.
"Tommy Pickles, if you're keeping score, has won the first contest of Ozone 37…but it's Carbunkle getting the last word, and things appear FAR from finished between these two," says Al.
"Ain't THAT the truth…?" Jeremy agrees as Brad walks to the back, Tommy very slowly starting to come to inside the ring.
Cameras cut to the parking lot…where a familiar green DX Mark 10 vehicle is pulling up in front of the arena, parallel parking directly in front of Commissioner Gordon's police car, blocking him in his parking space. The driver turns his car off…and out walks CCW Magnus Champion Ben Tennyson, Title Belt over his shoulder. The Tenth Wonder is clad in a navy blue suit with a navy blue tie, straightening said tie as he walks inside the Frank Erwin Center, the fans watching him on the big screen jeering.
"Our CCW Magnus Champion has arrived, and look at him—armed with a suit!" Cris notes. "Now, Ben Tennyson doesn't wear a suit for just anything; he doesn't even wear suits to RR meetings! So, when Ben Tennyson is wearing a suit, you KNOW that what he has to say is serious business worth listening to! Then again, how is this different from anything ELSE that comes out of Tennyson's mouth?"
"That State of CCW Address—it's still to come, but coming up NEXT on Ozone, two of the individuals Ben defeated at Nevermore in retaining his CCW Magnus crown: Wolf Hawkfield against Ares!" Jonathan says. "It didn't happen two weeks ago, but it WILL happen tonight, and it will happen…NEXT!"
{Commercial Break}
The ultimate CCW showcase draws nearer…
Tokyo, Japan…
CCW Zenith…
…
But before the big dance…another PPV event lies ahead…
An event that will have a great hand in setting the course for the biggest PPV in Character Championship Wrestling history…
…
("Satellite" by Rise Against plays)
[That's why we won't back down; we won't run and hide]
(Ben Tennyson is shown standing on the middle rope in the corner performing a Legend Killer pose.)
[Yeah, 'cause these are the things that we can't deny]
(Tom Brady is shown beating his chest on the way to the ring for a match.)
[I'm passing over you like a satellite]
(Kratos is shown delivering a Bike Kick to Wolf Hawkfield.)
[So catch me if I fall]
(Gwen Tennyson is shown diving off of the top rope through the announce table, with Zoe Payne moving out of the way just in time.)
[That's why we stick to your game plans and party lives]
30 men…
[But at night we're conspiring by candlelight]
…and 20 women…
[We are the orphans of the American dream]
…will attempt to endure a test like none other…
[So shine your light on me]
…to carve their path to the show of all CCW shows… Zenith…
[Because we won't back down; we won't run and hide]
(Dan Kuso is shown executing a Triangle Plancha onto Megaman.)
[Yeah, 'cause these are the things that we can't deny]
(Liu Kang is shown walking down to the ring, giving the fans along the way high-fives.)
[I'm passing over you like a satellite]
(Emmy is shown standing on the stage looking ahead at the XX ring.)
['Cause these are the things that we can't deny now]
(Chell is shown with Gwen Tennyson in a Silent But Deadly submission hold.)
[This is a life that you can't deny us now]
Regal Rumble…coming soon…
[I…I need you to hear this loud and clear
The line in the sand is drawn and I have no fear
When I see red, all I need is a reason to set me off
To drop this bomb and pick yourself off the ground]
("Badass" by Saliva plays)
"And this man, without question, is one of many whose sights will be set on the Regal Rumble!" says Al…
…as Wolf Hawkfield runs onto both the left and the right sides of the red-lit stage, pumped up for the upcoming contest. Wolf stands on the ramp, crouches down, smacks his thigh, balls up his fists and performs a machinegun motion with his hands, triggering red and white pyro behind him…culminating in one final red explosion as Wolf makes his way to the ring as the fans cheer him on!
['Cause I'm a badass!
And you don't want to clash
'Cause your mouth's writing checks that your face can't cash
'Cause I'm a badass!
And this warning's your last!
You just crossed my path and I'll drop you fast!
'Cause I'm a badass!
A badass!
'Cause I'm a badass!
A badass!
A badass!]
The bell rings and Blader DJ says, "This second CCW Ozone match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 295 pounds, Wolf Hawkfield!"
"Last Sunday night, this man along with his opponent tonight and Kratos vied for the CCW Magnus Title, but in case you couldn't tell, all three of those men were unsuccessful in their quest—Ben Tennyson retaining against all three," Al says.
"But Wolf may've come the closest of the challengers, coming down to the very last minute, nearly Goring Ben Tennyson to get the W…but Ben would see it coming—Intergalactic, 1-2-3," Jeremy says.
"Although, if you tell Wolf Hawkfield not to kick himself for coming so close in his first World Title opportunity, that wouldn't be a silver lining whatsoever," Jonathan states. "But he can't think about that here. Tonight may be an opportunity to earn himself a SINGLES opportunity for the CCW Magnus Championship, and Wolf will want to take full advantage against the God of War this evening."
"Wolf needs to think about one man – Ares, not Tennyson," Cris adds.
"As Wolf paces inside the ring, we'd like to take this time to let you know that this broadcast has been brought to you by Bud Light®: Here We Go™," Al says.
"And by Snickers®: You're not you when you're hungry. Snickers Satisfies™," Jonathan adds.
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The lights in the arena dim, and the crowd knows who's coming next…
[Nun liebe kinder gebt fein acht
Ich bin die stimme aus dem kissen
Ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht
Hab es aus heiner brust gerissen]
("Mein Herz brennt" by Rammstein plays)
Dark blue smoke engulfs the Frank Erwin Center, from the stage to the ramp to ringside, Wolf observing it all around him.
[Mit diesem herz hab ich die macht
Die augenlider zu erpressen
Ich singe bis der tag erwacht
Ein heller schein am firmament
Mein herz brennt! ]
Balls of fire shoot up from the stage as "The God of War" Ares walks onto the stage. Wolf and Ares lock eyes from afar as the Xena: Warrior Princess deity stands in place, mentally ready for the second match of Ozone, staying there for almost 20 seconds before processing down to the ring.
"And his opponent," says Blader DJ, "residing on Mount Olympus, weighing 299 pounds, 'The God of War' Ares!"
"Wolf came closest; Ares, in my view, came SECOND-closest to victory five days ago," Jeremy says.
"But they BOTH lost," Cris smirks. "And considering that Ares, once again, has let the CCW Magnus Championship slip away from him, and considering that it's still BEN TENNYSON who is Champion…Ares is not a happy camper right now."
"He sure isn't, and some of that frustration is going to be let out in this match, for sure," Jonathan says.
"Heh, it'll be like two tantrums colliding at once! Two guys, pissed that they failed against the Best in the Universe, meeting one-on-one," says Cris. "One of these men is going to be even angrier after this…"
"…but the other might profit from a win here, not just mentally speaking but also in terms of the rankings for a Magnus contender," Jonathan says. "It takes a lot to earn a second chance, but a positive performance here will be some considerable progress."
[Nun liebe kinder gebt fein acht
Ich bin die stimme aus dem kissen
Ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht
Ein heller schein am firmament
Mein herz brennt!
Mein herz brennt! ]
Ares raises his arms slowly and sets the lights back on before walking up the steel steps and entering the squared circle, Wolf Hawkfield waiting for him as fans cheer and bow before the God of War. Ares suddenly raises his hands a second time…
…and removes his pitch-black cloak, revealing his pupil-less eyes to all, triggering a loud clap of thunder in the arena. Ares removes his cloak and places his full attention on Hawkfield; Wolf appears unafraid.
"Former Magnus Champion against a man still with a chance at becoming a future Champion, if not sooner or later," Al says.
The bell sounds and Ares and Wolf both stare at one another, fisticuffs ready. Wolf is the first to swing at Ares, but the God of War dodges and fires with punches to the gut. Ares starts hammering away at the abdomen with fist after fist, pushing Wolf against the ropes. Ares doubles Wolf over and goes for a Vertical Suplex…but Wolf blocks it and Headbutts Ares away from him. Wolf in turn attempts a Scoop Slam…but Ares floats over and clubs Wolf from behind before issuing a Throat Thrust! Wolf staggers backward with this vicious blow and Ares kicks him in the gut, clubbing away at his back once again…and again, and again, trying to get the 295-pounder to kneel. However, Wolf pushes Ares with a Shoulder Barge into the turnbuckles in a neutral corner. Wolf hits a flurry of punches to the face of the former Magnus Champion.
"Wolf showing off his OWN fisticuffs," Al says.
Wolf Irish Whips Ares into the opposite corner…but Ares bounces off of the corner and delivers a big Clothesline that knocks Wolf down hard!
"But Ares—oh, what a striker HE is!" Al follows up.
Ares attempts a Scoop Slam and puts Wolf onto his back before hitting the ropes and scoring with a Low Dropkick directly to the mush! Ares hits the adjacent ropes…and goes for a Leg Drop, but Wolf rolls out of the way! Wolf gets up, hits the ropes himself…and executes a Big Boot right to the jaw of the reeling God of War. Wolf hits the adjacent ropes now…and goes for a Big Splash, but Ares lifts up his knees!
"And now ARES countering HAWKFIELD!" Jonathan says.
"With two Super Heavyweight hard-hitters like this, one shot could be all it takes to bring this to a conclusion!" Jeremy says.
Ares applies a Pumphandle…
"Right to my point…!" Jeremy sits up as Ares nearly gets the Tombstone from Hell…
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…but Wolf escapes to his feet behind Ares, pushing him into the ropes. Wolf takes a step forward, looking for the Gore, but Ares hangs onto the ropes!
"OH! …Wolf thought about it… He stutter-stepped on that Gore!" Al says.
Wolf growls, smacking his lips…and Ares tries to come at Wolf with a Spinning Heel Kick…but Wolf catches Ares in mid-air! The crowd gasps with this show of power as Wolf Fallaway Slams Ares across the ring underneath the bottom rope!
"WHOA!" Jeremy gasps. "WHAT A THROW BY WOLF!"
"Of all of the powerhouses in wrestling, Wolf's got to be one of the most improved, and it's moves like THAT which show it!" Jonathan says. "Spinning Heel Kick, a favorite in the arsenal of the large yet agile Ares…and Wolf just caught the 299-pounder and sent him across the ring like a hand grenade!"
"I've gotta admit, Wolf's impressive," Cris chuckles. "You've gotta love moves like that!"
Wolf pursues Ares, walking towards the ropes…
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…but Ares grabs Wolf by the throat with both hands! Wolf's eyes widen…as Ares Choke Tosses Wolf THROUGH the ropes and out of the ring, spine-first into the barricade!
"NOW DID YOU SEE THAT?!" Al shouts. "Ares just picks off Wolf and chucks HIM out of the ring into the wall like a hand grenade!"
"Damn!" Jeremy reacts. "Ares has one of the fastest recoveries around, and Wolf just walked right into that one! The God of War is a scary, scary dude, man…"
Ares picks Wolf up as the Canadian Badass collects himself…and Ares hits a Body Drop onto the barricade, dropping Wolf face-first onto the edge. From here, Ares scores with two Bionic Elbows and a punch…
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…before Hammer Throwing Wolf across ringside right into the steel ring steps! The stairs tip all the way over, landing on their side as Wolf writhes in pain. Ares brushes his hair away from his face before grabbing Wolf by the head…and Head Slamming him into the side of the steel steps. Ares Head Slams Wolf into the ring apron before pushing him back inside the ring. Ares then goes up to the ring apron and starts to climb up to the top rope. Wolf starts to pull himself together, standing up and turning around, the God of War waiting for him…
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…but Wolf intercepts Ares in mid-leap with a massive Lariat, bringing Ares down!
"Ares—OH MAN!" Jeremy exclaims. "WOLF SAW HIM COMING!"
"Ares may've been thinking Diving Clothesline off of the top turnbuckle to the Ottawa native, but Wolf beat him to it with a Lariat on HIS end!" Jonathan calls.
"And both men are down—we've got to take a commercial break!" Al says. "When we come back, Wolf Hawkfield and Ares continues! Stay tuned!"
{Commercial Break}
Back from break, Wolf Hawkfield has Ares in a Standing Side Bear Hug as the fans are on their feet.
"Wolf Hawkfield versus Ares, still in progress as we welcome you back to the Frank Erwin Center in Austin, Texas," Al says. "We left off on a hard-hitting note with Wolf delivering a brutal Lariat to Ares in mid-air, and now Wolf is trying to stay on the offensive—oh! But there's a Bell Clap by Ares…"
Ares breaks out of the Side Bear Hug and hits a Head Slam into a neutral corner's top turnbuckle. Ares kicks away at Wolf's open midsection seven times straight…before grabbing Wolf's arm and executing a Short-Arm Back Elbow Strike to the face, sidestepping behind Wolf and taking his arms in a Full Nelson. Ares capitalizes on the Full Nelson…by performing a Full Nelson Slam against the turnbuckles straight into the corner!
"And now Wolf's quickly back on defense—Full Nelson Slam in the corner!" Jonathan says.
Ares digs the sole of his left boot into the trachea of the Virtua Fighter veteran. Ares chokes Wolf for close to four seconds before the referee Lonny Cunningham scolds Ares on the maneuver. Ares shoots a glare at Cunningham, backing him up a few steps. Ares then turns back to Wolf and places him onto the top rope. Ares climbs up after Wolf as the crowd begins to sense what Ares is setting up for. Ares hits three punches to the top of Wolf's forehead and postures up, standing on the very top rope. Ares then leaves his feet, looking for the Super Frankensteiner…
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…but Wolf pushes Ares off of the top rope before Ares can even get his legs around Wolf's head!
"OH! Ares may've been thinking Frankensteiner off the top, but Wolf was thinking, 'Denied!'" Al says.
Wolf sees Ares flat on his back, and then he postures up himself and stands on the top rope as the God of War is down. Wolf leaps off of the top rope…
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…but Ares rolls out of the way, evading Wolf's Frog Splash!
"NOBODY HOME!" Cris shouts. "Wolf got nothing!"
"The Frog Splash by Hawkfield gets nothing but canvas—Ares telegraphed it and headed for refuge, and that could make a difference in a match that's been back and forth up until this moment in time!" Jonathan says.
Wolf gets up clutching his midsection in pain while Ares gets to his feet with greater ease. The Canadian Badass turns around…and Ares kicks Wolf in the aching solar plexus…
…before dropping him with a DDT!
"DDT connects! And Ares very well may be in the ascendancy now!" Al says.
Ares leans over and pins Wolf Hawkfield: 1…
"And he just may be…"
2…
"…entering the winner's circle…!"
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…2.7 Wolf gets his shoulder up!
"But NO—not yet!" Jonathan says.
"Nearly had it," Cris comments.
Ares stands up and proceeds to Garvin Stomp away at Wolf, starting from his head and connecting to the left arm, then the left leg, then the right leg, then the right arm, then the body…and then, Ares kicks Wolf square in the spine twice straight! Ares drops down and drives his knee into the back of the Canadian Badass, applying a Surfboard Stretch. Ares pulls away at the arms of Wolf, working over his spine and torso. Wolf grimaces and stamps his foot on the canvas twice in pain while Ares continues to wrench on the hold. Wolf shakes his head…and then performs a seated Iconoclasm to send Ares over him and to the canvas, freeing himself from the hold. Ares immediately stands up…and Wolf drops down onto his belly as Ares runs towards him, ducking for Ares to go to the ropes. Ares rebounds, and Wolf looks for a Back Body Drop…but Ares counters with a big Mat Slam, smashing Wolf's head into the canvas! Ares takes Wolf up shortly thereafter…and executes a Vertical Suplex, floating over into the pin: 1…
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…Wolf gets the shoulder up before three. Ares grabs Wolf's shoulder as he pops it up and executes a Wrist Lock, standing up and kicking Wolf in the legs. Ares then Hammer Throws Wolf right into the corner of the ring chest-first! Wolf bounces out of the turnbuckles groggily before Ares applies an Inverted Facelock. Ares drops down into an Inverted Facelock Backbreaker…before pulling Wolf up to his shoulder in an Oklahoma position. Ares takes two steps forward…and delivers Snake Eyes in the corner! Ares hits the ropes as Wolf staggers away, and Ares scores with a Flying Clothesline! The crowd chants "Ares! Ares! Ares!" as the God of War grabs Wolf once again, dropping him with a Pendulum Backbreaker…then a Sidewalk Slam on the canvas! Ares hooks a leg: 1…
"Ares in a groove—might have it here!" Jeremy says.
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…2.82 Wolf kicks out!
"Wolf remains alive!" calls Jonathan.
"The former Magnus Champion showing Wolf exactly what made him Champion in the first place," Cris comments.
Wolf is prone on the canvas and Ares stands over him broodingly. The God of War then motions for Wolf to start moving, the Canadian making his way onto all fours…
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…and then, Ares Karelin Lifts Wolf off of the mat!
"Shades of Nevermore when Ares had the pin and was Karelin'd off by Wolf—now it's Ares returning the deed!" Jonathan notes.
"Lightning Strike time?" Cris inquires.
Ares goes for the Canadian Rack Backbreaker he calls the Lightning Strike…
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…but Wolf manages to flip back onto his feet and turn the arrangement around…holding ARES in a Gutwrench, looking for the Decimator!
"Or maybe it's Decimator time!" Al says. "Wolf's got Ares…!"
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But Ares lands over Wolf, ends up behind him, and executes a Neckbreaker that takes Wolf down! The God of War stands up tall again, hitting three Double Sledges to the face of the Canadian powerhouse. Ares notices Wolf starting to stir and prepares to hit the ropes…
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…and Ares rebounds…
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...right into a Spinebuster by Hawkfield!
"HOLY SNOT, WHAT A SPINEBUSTER!" Jeremy exclaims. "An EXPLOSION!"
"What an impact!" Al adds. "You could feel that ECHO throughout the arena right there!"
"Who's going to get to his feet first NOW?" says Cris.
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Both men start to stand up at almost the same time, Wolf about a half-step ahead of Ares. Wolf is the first to strike with a punch, but Ares fires right back shortly thereafter. The two Super Heavyweights blast one another with fists back and forth—first Wolf, then Ares, then Wolf, then Ares…and the crowd watches each strike like a tennis contest. Wolf then hits three body blows on his side…and then he puts Ares in a Standing Headscissors. Wolf goes for a Powerbomb…and connects!
"Wolf was the quicker on the exchange, and he reaps the rewards with a Powerbomb!" calls Jonathan.
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But Wolf isn't done! He pulls Ares up off of the canvas from the Prawn position. Wolf holds Ares…and then he delivers a second Powerbomb! Wolf hangs on…and picks Ares up a THIRD time! Wolf goes for a third straight Powerbomb…
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…but Ares counters it with a Frankensteiner! Ares turns around…and he hits Wolf with an Inverted Atomic Drop, then a Spinebuster of his own! Ares grabs Wolf's legs and pulls him towards the ring ropes…and he hits a Catapult…into the Slingshot Backbreaker onto his knees! Ares pushes Wolf away and stands up once more, Irish Whipping Wolf into the corner.
"Ares, quite technically gifted even with his propensity for power moves—THERE'S a Stinger Splash!" Jonathan says.
Following that, Ares picks Wolf up in an Argentine Backbreaker position…
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…but Wolf manages to elbow out of the predicament, land behind Ares, and executes a German Suplex!
"Wolf trying to swing the momentum his way and MAINTAIN it that way!" Al says.
"Admittedly, not easy to do against a guy like Ares!" Cris comments.
Wolf executes a Clothesline to Ares…then a second one…and then he picks Ares up over his head!
"But Wolf's going a long way in doing it here!" Cris adds…
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…as Ares is Military Press Slammed to the canvas! Ares rolls to the ropes as Wolf raises an arm over his head, affirming his superiority at the moment being. Wolf walks over to Ares…
…and the God of War has the presence of mind to grab Wolf and pull him throat-first onto the middle rope!
"Overzealous for a moment, perhaps, was Hawkfield!" Al says.
"Wolf gets so intense, so rabid, so feral at times with that Gore, that sometimes he forgets how to THINK!" Cris shouts.
Ares gets to his feet as Wolf is leaning on the middle rope in distress. Ares looks to the corner…and ascends to the top rope, looking not to be intercepted this time around. He looks down at his target, Wolf still on the middle rope…
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…he jumps…
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…and Ares delivers a Guillotine Leg Drop off the top rope to the back of Wolf's neck!
"THE LEG DROP! THE LEG DROP! Ares flies and Ares nearly removes Wolf's head from his shoulders!" Jonathan yells.
"Ares got more hang time than the Multiverse should allow on that one!" Jeremy remarks.
"Wolf's coughing like crazy!" Cris says.
Ares rolls back inside the ring, somewhat gingerly after the big-time maneuver…and Ares puts Wolf in a Gutwrench. Ares pulls Wolf up onto his shoulder, this time hanging onto him tightly…
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…and Ares delivers the Lightning Strike!
"And NOW the Lightning Strike! Backbreaker connecting!" Al says.
Ares covers Wolf, hooking a leg as he does so: 1…
"Set it…"
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"…and…"
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…2.888 Wolf gets the shoulder up!
"…forget i—REMEMBER! Don't forget for the moment; Wolf's still got some fight left!" Jeremy says.
"Ares looked a little unnerved by that near-fall—I saw a little eye-twitch going on right there…" Cris says.
Ares stands up and signals for the end, performing a cutthroat taunt, drawing a big pop from the Austin fans, Lonny Cunningham presiding and Wolf Hawkfield unknowingly getting to his feet. Ares measures the Canadian Badass…
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…and he kicks Wolf in the midsection before putting him in a Standing Headscissors. Ares looks to his left and his right and prepares to lift Wolf up for his Elevated Powerbomb…
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…but Wolf Back Body Drops Ares overhead and counters free! From here, Wolf grabs Ares from behind, picks him up for a Back Suplex Slam, and puts Ares down HARD onto his back! Now it's Wolf's turn to go for the pin: 1…
"Back Suplex…"
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"…into the Side Slam…"
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"…leads to ONLY A TWO-COUNT for Hawkfield here!" Jonathan says as Ares kicks out. Wolf waits for Ares to get to a semi-vertical base, stalking him now…
…and Wolf ensnares Ares in a Pumphandle. Wolf pulls Ares off of the ground, standing near a corner…
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…and Wolf chucks Ares across the ring with a Pumphandle Suplex, hurling him to the opposite corner!
"What a Suplex—Pumphandle-style!" Al remarks. "Wolf Hawkfield is feeling it right here!"
"Ares got thrown for a loop on that one, pun PARTIALLY intended!" Cris says.
Ares sits down in the corner…and Wolf charges at him, delivering a Running Knee Strike right into the face! Wolf then steps back and pulls Ares' legs, looking around him…and executing a Giant Swing, spinning in one…two…three…four…FIVE circles before sending Ares to the middle of the ring and letting go! Ares starts to stand up, visibly disoriented…and Wolf grabs him, connecting with a Gutwrench Suplex…but hanging on and standing back up again, with Ares in his clutches!
"How strong IS this guy?!" Cris shouts. "Again, pulling Ares up off of the ground while HE'S down too!"
Wolf puts Ares onto his shoulder from here…
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…and he nails the Decimator!
"And now DECIMATOR!" Al calls.
Wolf roars with tremendous intensity as the crowd gets animated and behind the Canadian male. Wolf points to the top rope, immediately starting to climb as Ares is prone and motionless. Wolf reaches the top turnbuckle as the fans yell even louder, chanting and cheering…
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…and Wolf executes a Frog Splash onto Ares' spine!
"FROG SPLASH, and THIS TIME, Wolf gets 100% OF IT!" Jonathan calls.
"COVER! COVER!" Jeremy yells.
Wolf turns Ares over and does exactly that, gritting his teeth: 1…
"SET IT…"
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"…AND…"
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…2.9 Ares gets the shoulder up!
"…FORGET I—WHAT?!" Jeremy is shocked. "I THOUGHT THAT WAS IT!"
"SO DID HAWKFIELD!" Al yells as Wolf holds his head in his hands in disbelief. Wolf snarls angrily and looks at the referee questioningly; Lonny Cunningham stands by his call though. Wolf starts to stand up and slowly…surely…back into the nearby corner, waiting for Ares to start moving.
"GORE! GORE! GORE! GORE!" the crowd hollers.
"The finishing blow may be imminent here—GORE TIME COMING!" Al shouts as Wolf screams at Ares to get up.
"Wolf's waiting—Wolf's ready!" says Jeremy.
Wolf breathes heavier and heavier, waiting for Ares to get to a standing position…
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…Ares sits up, Undertaker-style!
"WHOA… WHOOOOA…" Jeremy murmurs.
"Wolf wanted Ares to rise…and he sure rose, but not the way he had in mind!" Al says.
Wolf looks at Ares sitting up, seemingly frazzled and perplexed by what he is witnessing. Ares starts to stand up as Wolf is frozen in his tracks, hesitating to pull the trigger as Ares is standing right in front of him now, facing him with pupil-less eyes!
"Wolf doesn't know what to make of this!" Al says.
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Wolf runs at Ares anyway, thinking Gore all the way…
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…and…Ares nails a Thrust Kick that CLOBBERS Wolf dead in the face!
"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! MAYBE WOLF SHOULDN'T HAVE GONE FOR IT! MAYBE WOLF SHOULDN'T HAVE GONE FOR IT!" hollers Jeremy.
"But he did!" Cris says.
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Wolf appears out on his feet…and Ares throttles him with a hand around the neck!
"And it may be the last thing he does!" Cris adds.
Ares lifts Wolf up…and drills him with a Chokeslam!
"CHOKESLAM BY ARES! THE GOD OF WAR!" Jonathan shouts.
"BALLGAME!" Cris says.
Ares goes for the pin on Wolf: 1…
"CHECK…"
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"…AND…"
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…2.95 Wolf gets the shoulder up!
"…MAT—WHAAAAT THE HELL?!" Cris yells as the entire arena is abuzz after the near-fall!
"WAS THAT THREE?" Jeremy inquires.
"NO, IT WASN'T THREE, YOU IDIOT! WHY DO YOU THINK I SOUND SO STUNNED RIGHT NOW?!" Cris snaps.
"SHUT UP! AND WHAT?!" Jeremy does a double-take. "HOW?!"
"The Chokeslam looked to be Wolf's finale, but not so! No, not so!" Jonathan says. "And Ares is in a complete state of confusion!"
"I don't blame him—that Chokeslam damn near rattled the ring!" says Al.
Ares picks himself up, not debating the decision any longer, but focusing on his next maneuver, the one that WILL end the match, he hopes. Ares starts to pull Wolf slowly up to his feet…
"What can Ares possibly try next?" Jeremy asks.
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…and Ares puts Wolf in a Pumphandle position…before hanging him upside-down, belly-to-belly.
"Maybe THIS… Maybe THIS is the answer!" says Jonathan.
"Ares, setting up for the Tombstone from Hell…" Al says.
Ares is seconds away from dropping Wolf onto his dome…
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…but Wolf manages to squirm away out of Ares' arms, pick Ares' ankle…
"Here it comes—wait… No…!" Cris calls.
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…and lock in the Canadian Maple Leaf!
"CANADIAN MAPLE LEAF! CANADIAN MAPLE LEAF!" Jeremy shouts.
"WOLF WITH AN IMPRESSIVE COUNTER OUT OF THE TOMBSTONE!" Jonathan says.
"Wolf has it cinched in PERFECTLY!" Cris says.
"Will Ares tap out?! Can he sustain the pain as these Austin fans are on their feet now?!" Al says.
Wolf hollers as the adrenaline begins to reach his head while Ares is scratching and clawing at the canvas, in an uncomfortable and unenviable position at the moment. Wolf refuses to let up, but Ares refuses to yield! The crowd is going nuts as Wolf tightens the Canadian Maple Leaf and tries to get Ares to either quit or pass out from the pain.
"Wolf is pulling back on this like a man possessed!" says Jeremy.
"Ares is in a realm of trouble here—can he find a way out of this?!" Jonathan says.
Referee Lonny Cunningham asks Ares if he wants to quit, but Ares shakes his head and tries to push his way to the ropes, Wolf doing all he can to prevent that from happening. Wolf steps forward, keeping Ares away from the side of the ring. The crowd is engaged in a dueling chant of "LET'S GO ARES!" and "LET'S GO HAWKFIELD!" On "LET'S GO ARES!" Ares manages to pull himself closer to the ropes; on "LET'S GO HAWKFIELD!" Wolf starts pulling Ares away. Wolf sits down on the hold, tightening the pressure as far as it can go…
"There's nothing Ares can possibly do!" Al says.
"What a match—what a victory this would be!" Jonathan says.
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Ares pushes up, gaining a burst of energy which is JUST enough to get the God of War to push forward, lunge with Wolf's weight on top of him, and reach the ropes!
"ARES MAKES IT TO THE ROPES! And the rope break will be applied!" Al says. "Wow!"
"I'm surprised Ares survived that!" Cris says.
"These fans may be as well!" Jonathan says. "But they are getting a treat here from two of CCW's strongest individuals!"
Ares leans on the bottom rope, catching his bearings while Wolf is forced by referee Lonny Cunningham to let go of the hold. Wolf is none too happy with this decision, but Lonny Cunningham talks to the Canadian and enforces the rules, keeping Wolf from resuming the matter. As the two of them converse, Ares starts to stir on the bottom rope.
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But then, suddenly, Kratos runs in and blasts Ares with a Bike Kick to the side of the skull!
"W-W-WAIT! KRATOS!" Jonathan exclaims. "KRATOS!"
"WHAT IS HE DOING OUT HERE?!" Jeremy asks.
"HE JUST BIKE KICKED ARES RIGHT IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! AND THE REFEREE DIDN'T CATCH A BIT OF IT!" Al says.
"Lonny Cunningham's none the wiser—so is Wolf!" Cris comments.
"But what was that for?!" Al says.
As the Legend Slayer walks back up the entrance ramp, Ares rolls off of the ropes and to the canvas, dazed and groggy. Wolf notices Ares' state and, as Ares is trying to piece himself together, Wolf measures him from a distance. Lonny Cunningham, who hadn't seen Kratos in this time, watches between Wolf and Ares…
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…and Wolf executes a Gore to the Xena: Warrior Princess deity!
"And now a Gore! Gore! Gore!" Al yells.
"…Down goes Ares…!" Jeremy says, still flustered by the thought of Kratos appearing.
Wolf, not suspecting anything and not noticing the Sony® intruder, pins Ares, hooking a leg: 1…
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"And Wolf Hawkfield…"
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…3!
"…is going to win the wrestling match and pin the former Magnus Champion!" Al says as the bell rings and "Badass" by Saliva plays. The crowd cheers for the match result…but not as loudly due to still realizing what Kratos did.
"Here is your winner, Wolf Hawkfield!" says Blader DJ.
"Well, it's a GREAT win for Wolf Hawkfield, but not without a note on Kratos' involvement in things!" Al says. "This was a really exciting contest also, and this crowd was into it, but you can tell that Kratos really deflated things with his Bike Kick on Ares, which I don't think Wolf even noticed because he was talking to the referee!"
"Kratos obviously has a problem with Ares, and he didn't want to wait for his match with Wolf to conclude in order to strike," says Cris.
"Big win for Wolf, but yeah…" Jeremy says. "Kratos…"
Wolf climbs to the middle rope in a corner and flexes to celebrate his victory, a crazed grin adorning his face…
…
…
…
…but then, Wolf looks to the stage and just BARELY catches a glimpse of a pale Spartan warrior leaving for backstage. Immediately, Wolf's grin turns into a frown.
"…And I think Wolf just noticed…" Jeremy says.
"Kratos was spotted…and Wolf's not as glad as he appeared a moment ago," Jonathan says.
Wolf gets off of the ropes, stepping over Ares' supine body, and he exits the ring, heading to the back after Kratos.
"Wolf appears suspicious; I think he senses something may be up here—Kratos was here, but likely not just to spectate," Al says.
"CERTAINLY not just to spectate—we know it; Wolf only suspects it," Jonathan says.
"Who cares? Wolf WON, didn't he?" Cris shrugs. "I mean, so what if Kratos was out here, and so what if he WAS involved? Point is, kid, you beat a former Champion 1-2-3. Take the winner's purse and go home!"
"Well, speaking of FORMER Champions, coming up later in the hour, we will hear from the FORMER Universal Champion Dan Kuso who lost his Title to Aran Ryan, as mentioned earlier this evening, when Aran Ryan cashed in his Jackpot Briefcase after Dan had fought off Deathstroke and the Resistance and regained the trust and heart of his female friend May," Al says.
"One of CCW's winningest FWA holders—something tells me that's nary a consolation to Mr. Gold in the Fort," Jeremy says.
"And, don't forget – our Magnus Champion Ben Tennyson shall be giving his State of CCW Address live tonight on Ozone 37, speaking on the crisis that is eating away at our fair company from the inside," Cris states.
"Yes…that too…" Jonathan rolls his eyes. "CCW Ozone continues right after this!"
{Commercial}
(The camera shows a fast-motion view of CCW fans filling an arena to full capacity.)
("Break Me Down" by Red plays)
[Break me down!]
(The camera shows pyro explosions going off at the CCW Ozone stage from the very first episode.)
[Replace this fear inside]
(The camera shows Tom Brady standing by the ring apron with the CCW Universal Championship around his waist.)
[Take this nothingness from me]
(The camera shows Ares giving Ben Tennyson a Tombstone from Hell from the top of a ladder through a table.)
[I want to find]
(The camera shows Aran Ryan pulling down the Jackpot Briefcase.)
[I want to shine]
(The camera shows Gwen Tennyson raising her CCW Females Championship over her head inside the ring.)
[I want to rise]
(The camera shows Ben Tennyson throwing up a Legend Killer pose from one of the corners of the ring.)
[Break me down]
(The camera shows Dan Kuso hitting a Pyrus-Plant onto Tom Brady in the middle of the ring.)
[Replace this fear inside]
(The camera shows the Dragon Kids' entrance from the CCW/UWE Supershow.)
[Take this nothingness from me]
(The camera shows the X-Factors performing crotch chops.)
[I want to find]
(The camera shows Caesar hitting a Capture Suplex onto Ares.)
[I want to shine]
(The camera shows Kratos hitting a Bike Kick to El Blaze in mid-air.)
[I want to rise]
(The camera shows El Blaze hitting the Blaze of Glory to Jimmy Neutron.)
[Break me down]
(The camera shows Shao Kahn (The Masked Man) triggering fire from the four corner posts a la Kane.)
Coming soon…
The biggest PPV in Character Championship Wrestling history…
The showcase of the elite…
…
Live from Tokyo, Japan…
…
CCW Zenith…
[Break me!]
"Welcome back everybody to CCW Ozone 37—I'm Jonathan Ellis, the Gemini Genius; I'm joined as always by my twin brother, 'The Black Mamba' Jeremy," Jonathan says. "Al Michaels, Cris Collinsworth, also here with us, and we'll all, God-willing, be in the Tokyo Dome for CCW Zenith, our biggest PPV in CCW history, as well as the sooner-coming Regal Rumble pay-per-view live in Boston, Massachusetts!"
"After the real-time 2013 year CCW had, I am STOKED for 2014!" Jeremy says excitedly. "Ozone, XX—it's going to be off the charts, and it may be harder for me to keep up with it considering what else I'll be doing on my…'spare time'…heheh…but I'm going to be honored and overjoyed to be able to enjoy the ride with you guys…and by that I mean, ONE, TWO…" Jeremy pointed at Jonathan and Al. "I'll learn to live with you, I guess, Cris…"
"You'd better, because I'm not going away," Cris says. "You, on the other hand…well…I heard those dudes in the Total—"
"Okay, we're not going to go into hostilities right now—especially since something's going down backstage; I believe Alex Trebek is looking for an interview, so let's head back there!" Jonathan speaks.
Kratos marches backstage in a visible huff, stagehands being sure to stay out of the Legend Slayer's way. Alex Trebek, CCW interviewer, is seen and heard running after the Sony® warrior.
"KRATOS! Kratos, if I could have a word with you…!" Alex calls out. Kratos doesn't turn around. The Jeopardy! host cries out a second time, hoping to attract Kratos's attention.
"KRATOS!" Alex yells. Kratos stopped dead in his tracks, almost on a dime as Trebek managed to catch up with him.
"…What…do you want?" Kratos coldly inquires as Alex reaches Kratos, almost out of breath.
"Just…half a moment please…" Alex pants heavily, trying to muster enough energy to ask Kratos the necessary question. Kratos glares at the interviewer impatiently.
"I DON'T have all night…" Kratos snarls.
"My…apologies…" Alex continues catching his breath. "I wanted…to ask you—"
"Ask me WHAT? Spit it out, maggot!" Kratos growls in a surly tone.
"…What…drove you to…interfere…in Ares and Wolf Hawkfield's match…?" Alex manages to finally say.
"Grrrr… What drove me…? What drove me, you ask? One word…only one word – larceny. I had to watch a vulpine worm take what was supposed to be MY Brass Ring at UWE's Rebirth, and that came shortly after a certain 'God of War' robbed me from taking my rightful CCW Magnus Championship five nights ago!" Kratos yells. "And when things get taken from right under my nose like this, back to back, do you know what that does? DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOES?! It PISSES the Legend Slayer off; that's what! And when the Legend Slayer is pissed off, he takes it out on the ones responsible. And guess what? That means Ares. He's the one who prevented me from my goal at Nevermore per his actions, so I took it upon MYSELF to enforce punishment. And I don't give a damn if anyone, yourself included, has a problem with it—in fact, I don't care if ARES has a problem with it! Because if Ares DOES have a problem with my actions, I know him—he'll come to me personally to address what I've done…and that'll make MY duty of vengeance easier, because I won't have to worry about looking for him before I drag him to the depth of Hades!"
"And what does that have to do with me?!"
Kratos raises an eyebrow at the sound of this new voice, turning his head…
…
…and seeing the Canadian Badass, Wolf Hawkfield! Kratos immediately growls in displeasure upon the sight of the Virtua Powerhouse. "…You…"
"Hell yeah, me," Wolf responds. "You've got some real nerve inserting yourself in MY match, big guy! Ares kicked me pretty hard in the dome, but I still don't remember asking for you to grace MY fight with YOUR presence, Kratos!"
"EXCUSE me?" Kratos grits his teeth.
"You heard me!" Wolf shouts. "So things didn't go your way at Rebirth—so things didn't go your way at Nevermore… Things didn't go my way at Nevermore either, in case YOU'VE forgotten! But you know what tonight was supposed to be about? Tonight was supposed to be about the Canadian Badass, Wolf Hawkfield, buckling down and showing the entire Ozone roster why I deserve to have a SINGLES opportunity at the Magnus gold instead of SHARING my chance with three other men. It was about me knocking off a former Magnus Champion CLEAN and PROPER in the center of the circle tonight. You and your sour grapes had no business ruining that for me! And don't you dare shove in my face that I still 'won' the contest, because I don't take my wins that way! I take my wins with NO doubts and NO ambiguities WHATSOEVER! Just because you have a beef with a man who Powerbombed you over the top rope and knocked your ass unconscious doesn't mean you get to crap in MY oatmeal by marring MY matches! So here's a tip for ya: stay out of my business, and stay out of my way, because from here on in, MY path is a path of destruction, and I don't have time for distractions, especially not from you."
Wolf stomps away, leaving Kratos in a combination of disbelief and antipathy, in exactly that order as the latter cuts his eyes at the direction in which the former walked away. Alex looks as though he is about to ask Kratos something else…but one menacing look from Kratos to the game show host is enough to get Alex Trebek to think twice.
"Well, THAT was an interesting exchange… Wolf Hawkfield, as we noticed before the break, not happy with Kratos' involvement," Al says.
"And I reiterate – who cares? You won the match!" Cris asserts. "Are you REALLY going to question why? That's like questioning why you got 100% on a math test! Why would you do that? You got a perfect score! Take it, hang it up on your fridge and go home! Ugh…Wolf Hawkfield—I don't know, man… I just don't know…"
[We're not indestructible
Baby, better get that straight
I think it's unbelievable
How you give into the hands of fate
Some things are worth fighting for
Some feelings never die
I'm not asking for another chance
I just wanna know why]
("No Easy Way Out" by Bullet For My Valentine plays)
Little Mac walks onto the stage grinning from ear to ear as he is ready to get the second match of CCW Ozone 37 started, pointing up into the air as he sidesteps his way down the entrance ramp and gives a few front-row fans high-fives.
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from the Bronx, New York, weighing 210 pounds, Little Mac!" Blader DJ announces.
"Switching gears to our next match—this kid made his debut last week on Ozone in a losing effort to the aforementioned Brad Carbunkle," Jonathan says. "Tonight he'll want to get on the winning track, starting tonight against a veteran of the sport… It won't be easy, though—certainly not against the man he's up against!"
"The WVBA stud and officially a new character in the next Super Smash Brothers 4 title for Nintendo!" Jeremy says. "Man, I can't wait to see how he does in the Smash! Him, Megaman's also there—it's going to be a ton of fun!"
"You said it," Jonathan agrees.
"You play video games?" Cris raises an eyebrow.
"…Of course I do!" Jonathan is almost appalled by the question. "Just because I'm the Gemini Genius doesn't mean I'm a recluse…"
Cris shrugs and chuckles. "Juuust wondering…"
[Did you ever get the feeling you were born to lose?
Smacked in the face with a silver spoon
Skinny doll, gimme your magazine queen
Just spread your legs for the silver screen
From the bedroom baby to the city a' light
You look pretty good but you're not so bright]
("Rip It Up" by Jet plays)
Otto Rocket mounted on a skateboard rides down to the ring down the stage, past the entrance ramp and around ringside, giving high-fives to the fans close to him as he circles the squared circle. Little Mac watches Otto skate around the ring as the extremist ceases in front of the steel steps, setting his skateboard down and sliding into the ring.
[Get on your feet, boys
Rip it up, rip it up if you're ever gonna make it!
Get on your feet, girls
Rip it up, rip it up if you're ever gonna make it!]
"And his opponent, from Ocean Shores, California, weighing 216 pounds, Otto Rocket!" Blader DJ announces.
"The last ECW Animation Champion of the Blood and Ink Division joined CCW's main roster after Jackpot and he'll prove to be quite a test for Little Mac," Al says.
"Otto's coming off of a WrestleMania and an Animated appearance in a Battle Royal," Jeremy says.
"That he LOST!" chuckles Cris.
"Otto was one of four choices for an Animated returnee to sign with the company as a former Hardcore Champion and alumnus turned Superstar, but that honor went to Bad to the Fur and Yugi Muto…but that hasn't gotten Otto down one bit; rather, it's motivated him to kick-start things here in CCW for himself!" Al says.
"And Little Mac's a task in front of him with respect to that," says Jonathan.
"Man, I'm LOVING this new entrance music too!" Jeremy chuckles, jamming out to Jet's tune as Otto is ready in one corner and Little Mac in the other. Otto Rocket and Little Mac nod to one another and get set to lock up as the bell rings to start the match…
"And we're under—"
[If you close your eyes your life, a naked truth revealed
Dreams you never lived, and scars never healed
In the darkness, light will take you to the other side
And find me waiting there you'll see, if you just close your eyes]
("Just Close Your Eyes" by Waterproof Blonde plays)
"…way…" Jonathan's eye twitches.
Before Little Mac and Otto can grapple with one another, "The Boy Genius" Jimmy Neutron arrives on stage, wearing a white lab coat over his trademark red shirt and pantaloons. The crowd, while not exactly pleased to see him, is unsure of what he has to say or do out there at the moment, as are Little Mac and Otto.
"…Well, the bell just rang to begin this match, but Jimmy Neutron…seems to have something to say before we begin?" Al scratches his head.
"What's he doing here?" Jeremy wonders.
"Whatever it is, it MUST be a good, sophisticated, something-you'd-have-no-chance-of-understanding-because-you're-a-moron reason," Cris states.
"…Stuff it, Collinsworth," Jeremy deadpans.
Jimmy Neutron has a microphone at the ready. "I would fancy possessing your heed for one juncture…" The crowd starts to boo as Jimmy starts talking.
"MUST he overcomplicate his damn words?" Jeremy complains.
"Shhhh! Quiet, idiot! Jimmy's speaking!" Cris scolds.
"…This contest will have to be placed on a moratorium, as I have an acute matter to bring here, and its cynosures are the two wrestlers inside the ring at this time," Jimmy says as Little Mac and Otto stare at him, still confused. "I would like to aim your indulgence to the cathode ray tube monitor above me…"
"…Does he mean the Titantron?" Jeremy scratches his head.
"I would presume so…" Jonathan states.
Otto and Mac look at the Titantron…
…
…and on it appears: ln(1 – x).
"Are you aware of what this is?" Jimmy asks Otto and Little Mac…who are too confused to entertain Jimmy with a response. Jimmy plain-faces. "…The natural logarithm of one minus x—very good… Yes, I am giving you credit for an unregistered reply; you may thank me at the peroration of this exercise. Now, that brings me to my query… What is…the third degree Taylor polynomial about x = 0 of this function?"
"…Whaaaat…?" Jeremy is completely perplexed.
"…I, uh… Jimmy Neutron's asking them a math problem…" Al states, blinking twice.
"And I have no idea what the answer is—he's asking…Mac and Rocket…" Jeremy says.
"What is the meaning of this anyway?" Jonathan wonders.
"I don't know, but it MUST be important!" Cris insists.
Little Mac and Otto throw up their hands as if to say, "Why?" Jimmy is still waiting on an answer, but neither Mac nor Otto is providing one.
"Do you require a pen and paper for this? You're ogling me as though I have three proboscides," Jimmy comments. Little Mac and Otto shake their heads, and the latter is rather fed up with the entire deal.
"We came here to wrestle, dude! This is Ozone, not school!" Otto complains off-mic.
"Neither of you have an answer?" Jimmy asks. "Really? Not one of you? …" The Boy Genius sighed. "…Negative x…minus one-half x squared…minus one-third x cubed… Basic material, truly… BASIC… Very well then…"
Little Mac yelled at Jimmy, "How is that 'basic'? And what was the point of that anyway?"
"Oh, no, no—no need to vociferate to me any longer; I have what I need," Jimmy says. "Go on. Wrestle." He halfheartedly encourages the two to engage in combat. "I'll just be right here… Pay no mind to me whatsoever…"
Little Mac looks back at Otto Rocket and shrugs, deciding to oblige on the directive and get started with the match. Little Mac and Otto finally lock up in a Collar-and-Elbow position before Otto brings Little Mac down with a quick Arm Drag. Little Mac immediately stands up, but Otto brings him immediately down with a Side Headlock Takedown. Little Mac stands up, still in the Side Headlock, and he reverses into a Hammerlock on Rocket. Otto winces in pain from having his arm tied up…but then Otto grabs Mac in a One-Handed Cravate, leaping up and flipping onto his feet behind Little Mac, allowing him to grab his opponent from behind and go for an O'Connor Roll. Little Mac hangs onto the ropes, and Otto runs at Little Mac tenaciously…only for Little Mac to Backdrop Otto onto the ring apron. Otto lands on his feet and goes for a Rope-Aided Roundhouse Kick but Little Mac blocks it with his arms. Little Mac executes a Dropkick to Otto's face that causes Otto to fall to the arena floor. Otto clutches his face in pain and Little Mac goes to the top rope in a nearby corner. Little Mac sees Otto turning around, and he jumps…
…
…but Otto runs out of the way and back inside the ring! Little Mac lands on his feet from the Cross Body attempt, but he doesn't see Otto running inside the ring off of the ropes…to intercept the boxer with a Cannonball Plancha!
"OTTO ROCKET taking to the air!" Al exclaims. "Soaring and scoring!"
"It took a while for this match to get underway TRULY, but now that it is, it's off to the races as the veteran and extreme flyer Rocket is kicking things off masterfully," Jonathan says.
Otto taunts to the fans, who cheer back in reply for the dive; the ECW alumnus grabs Little Mac off of the floor and Head Slams him into the steel steps. Then Otto grabs Little Mac by the midsection and rams him body-first into the security barricade. Otto hits three Shoot Kicks to the chest followed by a Spinning Savate Kick to the chest. Then he goes for a Front Suplex onto the barricade, trying to lift Little Mac up overhead…but Little Mac fights back onto his feet and punches Otto in the kidney. Little Mac hits two Knife Edge Chops to the chest before hitting an Enzuigiri himself to Otto's temple! Little Mac takes his turn to Head Slam Otto into the ring apron this time, pushing Otto inside the ring. Little Mac reenters the squared circle himself while Jimmy Neutron, for some reason, remains standing on the stage. Little Mac takes a quick look in his direction, wondering why he's still there…
…but then, as he turns back around, Otto ensnares him in a Small Package!
"Neutron's still playing spectator here for whatever reason—hang on!" Al exclaims.
The ref counts 1…
2…
…
…2.65 Little Mac kicks out.
"The rookie from Punch-Out! needs to keep his eye on the ball here—Otto nearly swiped it away just like that!" says Jeremy.
Little Mac gets to his feet and goes for an Irish Whip to Otto, but Otto reverses it…and Rocket goes for a Hip Toss but Little Mac reverses into a Hip Toss try of his own. Otto stands his ground, knees Little Mac in the gut, backflips behind Little Mac after draping his leg over the boxer's head…and hits a Back Suplex. Otto gets back to his feet and hits a Standing Moonsault before backing into a neutral corner. Otto pulls himself up to the middle rope, then the top as Little Mac starts to rise…
"Otto Rocket's most comfortable in the air—looking to go to the well once again, this time from the top turnbuckle…!" says Al.
Otto is about to leave his feet…
…
…
…
…but then, two young boys with glasses and lab coats raid the ring from the crowd! One of them Spears Little Mac to the canvas, while the other, a purple-gloved individual, jumps onto the apron and pushes Otto all the way off of the top rope to the arena floor hard with a splat!
"WHAT THE—who…?!" Jeremy stammers as referee Leif Heralding, stunned by this development, calls for the bell!
"WHERE DID THOSE TWO GUYS COME FROM?!" Jonathan wonders.
"I don't know but this match was just getting into second gear!" Al complains.
The two men—one of them adorned with purple gloves, black boots and orange hair; the other with brown hair, a green dress shirt, khaki pants and blue bowtie—both begin stomping out the downed Little Mac…while a small grin appears on Jimmy Neutron's face from the stage.
"Hang on—Jimmy…! Was Jimmy aware of this the whole time?! Was this…? I am THOROUGHLY mystified right now!" Jeremy shouts.
Jimmy walks slowly down the entrance ramp as Otto is reaching his feet at ringside…
…
…and then Jimmy hits Otto with the Q.E.D. on the floor!
"Well, there's NOTHING mystifying about THAT—Q.E.D. on the floor!" shouts Al. "And now those two other individuals—"
"Hey, I recognize those guys!" Jonathan exclaims.
"You DO?" Cris looks over to the Gemini Genius.
"Yeah! Dmitri Petrovich and Dexter! From Backyard Sports and Dexter's Lab!" answers Jonathan.
"Dmitri Petrovich? DEXTER?" Jeremy repeats.
"That's who he said, dumbass! And they're doing a number on Little Mac right now!" Cris calls.
"But, one has to wonder, why?!" Al poses a query.
Dmitri holds Little Mac's arms in a Full Nelson while Dexter delivers Toe Kicks to the midsection, followed by three right hands to the face…before Dmitri delivers a Full Nelson Slam to the Punch-Out! Protagonist! Jimmy Neutron enters the ring, and he is seen applauding the work of the other two boys. "Yes—resume the deluge!" Jimmy shouts, prompting Dexter to pick Little Mac up in an Alabama Slam position. Dmitri and Jimmy both observe…
…
…
…as Dexter spins Little Mac across his body and drives him onto his neck with a Sit-Out Reverse Piledriver!
"OH GEEZ! How did Dexter spin him out—just, GOD!" Jeremy clutches his own neck in horror.
"A smile on Dexter's face…as that was shades of Yoshiko Tamura's Mount Cook maneuver!" identifies Jonathan.
Dexter stands back up with a sinister smirk on his face…and then Dmitri steps forward. Petrovich picks Little Mac up himself while Jimmy Neutron watches Otto Rocket stirring on the outside. Dmitri puts Little Mac in a Pumphandle position…
…
…
…and drills him with a Pumphandle Neckbreaker across his knee!
"And now it's a Steen Breaker, as in Kevin!" Jonathan calls. "And looking JUST as painful as the Piledriver from Dexter!"
"Oh man—Jason Krueger just smiled on THAT sucker!" Cris chuckles.
Jimmy taps Dmitri on the shoulder and points outside of the ring…and Dmitri, obeying the Boy Genius, slides to the arena floor where Otto is getting up…
…
…
…and Dmitri clocks Otto Rocket with a Knee Trembler!
"These three have completely HIJACKED this Singles contest between Little Mac and Otto Rocket!" Jonathan says. "And for what purpose?!"
"First that complicated math problem, and now THIS!" Jeremy says.
Jimmy Neutron is the next to measure Little Mac now…and the Nickelodeon brainiac picks Little Mac up onto his shoulders in an Argentine Clutch…
"…And NOW…"
…
…
…
…and connects with the Brain Blast!
"…it's Jimmy Neutron with a Brain Blast!" Cris calls. "A fitting ending!"
"Fitting? Fitting of WHAT?! This is unwarranted!" Jonathan protests.
"Oh, please—Jimmy has his reasons! And so do his friends—what are their names? Dmitri and Dexter? Yeah, them!" Cris smirks.
Jimmy stares down at the unmoving body of Little Mac on the mat while Dexter exits the ring and sees Dmitri starting to pick up Otto Rocket. Jimmy turns his head, and he walks to Dmitri and Dexter…
…who both hold Otto by his arms and hoist him inches off of the ground.
"They aren't done…" Jeremy murmurs.
Jimmy takes three steps backward, sizing Otto Rocket up…
…
…
…
…
…and Jimmy runs forward…and pushes Otto's legs out, thus providing momentum for Dmitri and Dexter to swing Otto downward onto the floor with a Double-Team Iconoclasm, SMASHING Otto onto the ground spine-first with authority!
"OH MY GOD! Oh my God… Did you guys HEAR Otto's spine?!" Al exclaims.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Jeremy shouts. "JESUS CHRIST…!"
Otto is screaming in immeasurable pain from the maneuver as the three boys stand over him and gaze at their handiwork, while Little Mac is still motionless inside the ring himself.
"Shades of the Brudershaft des Kreuzes—good God! …Wow… Otto's in a LOT of pain right now…" says Jonathan.
"He might have broken ribs, a spinal cord contusion… Just, OW…" Jeremy says with concern.
Otto is nearly in tears on the ground from the shockwave sent through his body…but Jimmy Neutron, uncaring for his agony, points to his own head on both sides with both fingers, uttering the words, "Mind…over…matter…"
…before walking up the ramp with the Backyard Sports and Dexter's Laboratory characters in tow.
"…Well, Otto Rocket and Little Mac sure didn't see THIS coming… Match is a no contest, and…holy mackerel…" Al shakes his head.
"'Mind over matter', he said…" Cris notes. "Neutron, Dexter, and Dmitri Petrovich—linked here in CCW…and they sure made a mark right here."
"I don't… Gosh, is Otto alright? Referees are out here to assist him to his feet," notes Jeremy as Jimmy and his allies leave the scene.
Leif Heralding, Scott Van Buren, and Kenny Cashew all try to get Otto to stand, but Otto pushes them away, insistent on getting moving on his own power. Otto clutches his back in a world of pain as he struggles up the entrance ramp, by his lonesome without aid…
…
…
…
…
…but then he gets a Seventh Street Slash from a speeding Tony Delvecchio!
"Well, Otto's—HEY, WAIT A MINUTE!" Jonathan yells. "DELVECCHIO! DAMN IT, TONY DELVECCHIO!"
Tony throws up a "V" sign with his right hand, proud of himself and yelling, "Ayyyyye!" as Otto now is holding his back and his neck in pain. The referees all shout at Tony and demand that he go away, for his appearance is unsolicited. Tony backs away from them, grinning mischievously as he does so.
"You ain't hardcore any more, Rocket," Tony talks smack to the downed Otto. "It's time…to step aside…'dude'…" Tony walks to the back as the crowd boos massively for the Backyard Kid.
"That was uncalled for—why was that needed?!" Jonathan is furious. "As if the three-on-one wasn't damaging enough, Delvecchio, for the second week in a row, takes advantage of a downed Otto Rocket, that son of a bitch…"
"I like it! I like it!" Cris claps. "Ever since Otto slapped the tastes out of Tony's mouth backstage, this kid's taken it personally and made the Ottoman regret it! Ha! Tony's got every right to be happy with himself!"
"Easy to say when you're essentially hitting a man who's already hurt…" Jeremy scoffs.
"Who's standing? Tony! Who's writhing? Otto! Enough said!" Cris says as referees now try to help Otto off of the ground for the second time.
Backstage, Dan Kuso is seen carrying an FWA in one hand and his Gold in the Fort Briefcase in the other hand…but despite these accolades, he doesn't look happy.
"For a man with so much, you'd think he'd be happier," Jonathan says. "But, after the events of Nevermore…Dan Kuso's got something to say, and he's headed to the ring to speak on it, and you can only imagine what's going through his mind at this moment in time—we'll be right back on Ozone 37 to hear Daniel speak out to the fans…"
{Commercial Break}
Tomorrow night…
(The screen shows the faces of Aelita, Carmen Sandiego, Mystique Sonia, Trixie Tang, Arya Stark, Mileena, Jenny Wakeman, Lisa Simpson, Xena and Blossom, one by one in quick-draw fashion.)
Ten females…
One night…
Six matches…
(The screen shows Gwen Tennyson's face, then her CCW Females Championship Belt.)
All to determine who will challenge for the CCW Females Championship!
Plus…
"NO! NO, COME ON—THIS IS NOT RIGHT!" Cris protests.
"EMMY CAN BARELY STAND, DAMN IT, BUT SHE ISN'T BROKEN! SHE'S MOVING! SHE'S ALIVE!" Jonathan yells.
After a violent Unsanctioned Match…what will the aftermath be for both Emmy and Zoe Payne?
CCW Double X 18 – Live from Austin, Texas tomorrow at 8/7c only on The CW!