Post by CEO Cloe on Jun 10, 2012 1:08:53 GMT -6
Live from the Ameri-Dome, Washington D.C.
Friday, June 15th
[glow=blue,2,300]USPW Presents: Freedom[/glow]
Your USPW Friday Night Freedom Commentators for tonight:
Tom Roberts, Steve Travis and Johnny Vendetta
Tom Roberts: Welcome USPW fans, to this very exciting USPW Event smack dab in the middle of June! I’m Tom Roberts, and I’m honored to be joined by Steve Travis and John E. Vendetta!!
Johnny Vendetta: Yeah sucka, the main event of the whole show, Mr Vendetta is here, baby!!
Steve Travis: It crazy!! Can you guys believe this is the last Freedom before USPW Presents Hell Frozen Over? It feels like just yesterday we just had WrestleFest and USPW’s live events were delayed and the old General Manager was fired, and things were going downhill and I thought I would never be here in the Ameri-Dome again… But yet, here we are!! USPW baby!!
[Pyro technics and fireworks go off to signal that the show is beginning to the live audience as they cheer loudly to be at USPW’s June 15th edition of Friday Night Freedom!]
Roberts: Yeah, we certainly have to give Mischoff, Cloe and Ray a lot of credit for what they have done here in USPW. Before them feuds were boring, confusing and worthless. United Soldiers of Anarchy? Tag gauntlet? Loser wins the US title match?
Johnny: Yeah, but now we have great feuds and main event talent. How about Mike Mahoney vs Izzy Inzane? AJ Johnson vs The Brian Magnum? Predator vs Matt Hawk! The fans pay to see these guys each and every week, and I love it!
Roberts: You know what else we love? Our sponsor!
Johnny: Pepsi Twist, baby! It’s like a lime took a piss in your soda!
Travis: Ohh yeah, it’s freakin’ delicious!
Roberts: Well we have so much to look forward to tonight! AJ Johnson, The Brian Magnum and Crysis Harvey are headlining the show in a triple threat match! Cameron Cash and Trent are defending their titles against anyone who dares step in the ring with them, 25-to-Life make their USPW debut and let’s not forget Mike Mahoney and Izzy Inzane are signing a contract for their Last Man Standing match at Hell Frozen Over!!
Johnny: Looks like the tables and contracts are ready in the ring! Let’s do this!!
USPW Television Championship - Hell Frozen Over Contract Signing
[As we return to the ring, Steve Travis is standing alone in the ring, with a spotlight on him, and a very noticeable table with two comfortable looking chairs on both sides of it. There are contracts and pens laid out, and the fans are ready for action. Steve Travis grabs a microphone and gives a thumbs up to the fans.]
Travis: USPW fans, it’s time for the contract signing for the USPW Television Championship match at Hell Frozen Over!
[The fans cheer, and the camera pans across the audience. Several members are seen flaunting their replica USPW Television Championship with white strap, from the gift shop, and even a small “Izzy! Izzy! Izzy!” chant breaks out.]
Travis: Yes! I’d like to thank two of the most talented young superstars here in the USPW for hard work and dedication. The Television Championship was once a lost cause here in USPW. It could have been thrown in the trash and no one would have ever known, because the former GM of USPW, well, he was a nut job.
[The crowd boos and gets restless at the very thought of former GM Remy, who has since been fired.]
Travis: Well first, I’d like to thank a man who put his heart and soul on the line every week! From the Champion’s Advantage ladder match, to a steel cage match, to a special guest referee match, this guy has no limits and he loves nothing more than entertaining the crowd! Ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome! Mr Izzy Inzane!!
["Welcome to Detroit City" Hits the PA system and is booming across the arena. The fans are all jumping up and cheering as Izzy Inzane steps out on to the ramp with a determined look across his face. He walks down the ramp slapping his fans hands all the way to the end of the ramp. He rolls into the ring and shakes hands with Steve Travis. Izzy makes his way to his chair, and has a seat as his music fades away. He has his mic.]
Izzy Inzane: You know, there isn’t much I can say that hasn’t been said already. All I can say is you guys better be ready for an epic LAST MAN STANDING MATCH next week at Hell Frozen Over!! Let’s sign this thing!!
[The crowd loves it!]
Travis: Ok, you heard it folks! But first, I’d like to welcome the MMA Champion who made the jump from martial arts to USPW look like a seamless and easy transition. A man who has since broken limbs, noses, spirits and hearts. The man who made the USPW Television Championship respectable again! An unstoppable machine here in USPW! The current USPW Television Champion! Mike Mahoney!!
[ "Enter the Cage" Begins to play as Mike Mahoney, and his ring girl Toni Frost make their way down to the ring. Toni Frost is dressed in her barely there outfit showing off her "First Round Tapout" logo stretched across the front of her shirt. Mike Mahoney is dressed in his ring gear and his hands are tapped up. He doesn’t look ready to sign a contract, he looks ready to fight. He has the USPW Television Championship wrapped around his waist. He's got the cockiest smirk on his face as he stops in front of the ring, unstraps his belt hands it to Toni Frost and gets his before rong-entry kiss, then rolls into the ring.]
Travis: Welcome Mahoney! I would just like to say that… WHAT THE?!
[Steve can’t finish his sentence as Mahoney, standing tall pushes Izzy Inzane, who nearly falls out of his chair. Izzy hops up and gets in Mike’s face the two go nose-to-nose but Steve Travis steps in the way.]
Travis: Knock this off, guys!! Save it for Sunday!!
Mike Mahoney: You’re right, Izzy, there’s nothing left to say. I am signing this contract because at Hell Frozen Over I am breaking the stigma that I am a cage fighter. I agree to this Last Man Standing match, because I am good enough, and I am better than you, so I can beat you in ANY match!
[Mike Mahoney takes the pen, and jets his name down in huge letters on the contract.]
Mike Mahoney: I restored dignity back to this company, and this championship! Look at these fans with their shiny USPW Television Title replicas!! This belt is synonymous with me, I made it, not the other way around, and I’ll be damned if I let my belt make you!
[Mike tosses the pen at Izzy who catches it, and grins at the audience. The audience chants “Izzy! Izzy! Izzy!” and with that, Izzy Inzane signs his name.]
Izzy Inzane: You know what? They gave me and you the night off, but I say we have a match, right here, TONIGHT!! For these fans!!
Roberts: What?? Is he serious!
Izzy Inzane: I got enough fuel in me for a match!! What do you say, Mahoney?? Let’s…
[Izzy is cut off. Elvis Vs Jxl’s “Little Less Conversation” begins to play, and the crowd is booing.]
Johnny: Is that the music of the USPW Tag Team Champions?
[Out comes Cameron Cash first he holds his USPW Tag Team Title on his shoulder. He looks around, as he slowly makes his way to the ring. Behind him slowly walking down, is Trent with his joint in his mouth and his Singapore cane. He walks with the cane on his shoulder. Around his neck is the Tag Team Title, as he shows no respect for the gold. Cash comes over takes the belt of Trent's neck and hands him it the right way. The crowd is booing them as they reach for a microphone.]
Cameron Cash: You boys make it sound so hard, and so pitiful, to restore dignity to the USPw Television Championship. You really do! That’s great acting. But let’s face facts. Winning a vacant title, and putting on a show, isn’t that hard.
Trent: For real.
Cameron Cash: Now what is hard, is turning these faux titles back into real gold. Yeah, these belts were once the property of NOBODY. Seriously, old USPW management paid some hobos from under a bridge to paint their face and put the crowd to sleep and handed them the belts. Along with those pretty boys, Lady Killers, and YPD, don’t get me started on those losers.
Trent: On a scale of one to ten, the prestige of these titles, before we got them, was negative five!
Cameron Cash: But our stock is going up! We’re the Syndicate and we’ll prove our worth tonight by defeating you two losers in the ring. The Television Champion and the show stealin’ Izzy Inzane!
Trent: Pfftt! Ha!
Mike Mahoney: Well if no other team has accepted your open invitation at a Tag Team title match, then… Well, I hate you, you punk, what do ya say, Izzy?
Izzy Inzane: You might be classless, but in the ring, you’re a machine. I say, let’s do this!!
[Syndicate enters the ring, and hands the referee their titles, as ring personnel quickly rush to take the table, chairs and contracts out of the ring.]
Johnny: Is this happening??
Roberts: Mike Mahoney and Izzy Inzane teaming up against the Syndicate? For the titles? We’ll see it when we return from break! You don’t want to miss this folks!
USPW Tag Team Championship - Open Challenge Match
Izzy Inzane and Mike Mahoney vs The Syndicate (c)
Izzy Inzane and Mike Mahoney vs The Syndicate (c)
Travis: Oh my goodness ! We're about to see Izzy Inzane team up with Mike Mahoney. They're going to take on the tag champs, The Syndicate !
Johnny: This is going to be a good one ! Lets see how they do as a team.
[Mike Mahoney climbs to the outside apron and grabs the tag string, Trent does the same leaving Cameron Cash and Izzy Inzane inside the ring. The bell sounds and the match is under way. Cameron Cash and Izzy lock up in the center of the ring and Cash delivers a mean knee to the sternum. Cash grabs Izzy and puts him in a side headlock, Izzy shoves Cash forward and Cash bounces off the ropes. Izzy leaps up and delivers a nasty dropkick that connects hard with Cashs jaw sending him hard to the mat. Izzy rises to his feet quickly and lifts Cash to a standing position and irish whips him into the corner. He sprints over and delivers a flying cross body to Cash.]
Johnny: A textbook cross body in the corner by Izzy !
Roberts: He's gaining momentum !
[Izzy starts to taunt his opponent, but he let Cash out of his site and is clubbed from behind. Cash irish whips Izzy into his corner and runs over hitting him with a clothesline. Cash tags in Trent. Trent enters the ring, Cash has Izzys head and arm stretched revealing his ribs, Trent kicks him hard in the ribs. Trent picks Izzy up after the kick and hits his Icon Driver. Izzys body is now lying motionless on the mat. Trent goes for the cover. One...Two... Mike Mahoney rushes in and kicks Trent in the back. The ref is warning Mahoney about interferring. Mahoney gets back in his corner and grabs his tag rope. Trent lifts Izzy up and backs him into the corner and begins to pumble him with rights and lefts. Trent turns around and starts to taunt toward the fans as Izzy slumps down in the corner.]
Roberts: Trent shouldn't let Izzy get anytime to recover.
Johnny: He'll pay for it if Izzy recovers.
[Izzy is slowly lifting himself up from the corner as Trents back is still turned toward him. Cash sees Izzy lifting up and begins to yell at Trent to turn around. Trent turns around, but it's to late. Izzy runs and gives Trent a short arm clothesline knocking Trent to the mat. Izzy lifts Trent up and irish whips him into the corner where Mahoney is, Izzy slaps Mahoney on the wrist and rolls out of the ring as Mahoney hops over the ropes into the ring. Mahoney wastes no time attacking Trent, He lifts him up and delivers a sharp MMA kick straight to Trents gut. Trent falls over holding his stomach.]
Travis: OUCH !
Johnny: Trent is going to be throwing up blood for a week after that kick !
[Mahoney lifts Trent back up and starts hitting him with sharp lefts, rights, and kicks, he finishes off his combo with a spinning high kick that connects to the side of Trents head. Trent falls to the mat, Mahoney doesn't go for the cover but he slides Trent over to the corner so Cash can get a tag in, Cash rushes into the ring and straight toward Mahoney, But Mahoney catches Cash and delivers a mean spine buster. Cash rolls over and recovers immediately and rushes back at Mahoney this time connecting with a big boot to Mahoneys face.]
Roberts: Huge Big Boot by CASH !
Travis: Mahoney ate the bottom of his boot !
[Cash picks up Mahoney and scoop slams him right back down to the mat. Cash turns toward Izzy and gives a cut throat signal. He walks over to Izzy but stays far enough away that Izzy can't grab him, Cash stands in front of him and continues to taunt him. Izzy is furious, But, Mahoney is back on his feet, he's behind Cash, He grabs Cash and delivers a brutal greco roman wrestling slam from behind. Cash hits the mat with force. Mahoney stands up and looks over at Izzy. He points down at Cash and back up at Izzy as if saying that's going to be what he does to Izzy. Izzy motions for Mahoney to come face to face with him. Mahoney walks over to Izzy and they're face to face.]
Travis: Things are getting intense between Mahoney and Izzy !
Johnny: I won't be suprised if they end up dukeing it out by the end of this one.
[As Mahoney and Izzy are at each others throats, Cash gets back to his feet and tags in Trent, who is recovered from the kick to the stomach earlier. Trent rushes in and rolls Mahoney up in a school boy pin. One... Two... Izzy kicks Trent in the back and stops the pin. Cash rushes in and starts a brawl with Izzy, now all four men are in the ring fighting. Mahoney and Trent have backed into a corner and are trading lefts and right. Cash and Izzy are standing in the middle trading blows.]
Johnny: The ref's lost control !
[Cameron Cash nails Izzy with a toe kick, and he looks to be setting up for his finisher. He takes him down with one arm, locks it up and he could be looking for the Cash Out!]
Johnny: Cameron Cash is about to show the team with the MMA guy how a submission is done!
Roberts: I’ve seen many men tap out to the Cash Out!! Can he get it??
[Cash is setting it up, but without warning the lights go out. Everything is pitch black and the audience is taken back and startled.]
Johnny: Mischoff forgot to pay the power bill?
[But then the lights come back on and they’re red. Standing on the ring apron is the USPW 6 Man Tag Team Champions, Labyrinth. Cyanide, Crysis and Grave Digger are there, and Cyanide has a mic. Cameron Cash looks confused, as does Mahoney and Trent.]
Cyanide Harvey: Well, well, well! Look who’s out here talking about “prestige”. You are so desperate to give your titles some respect, you’re out here facing The MMA Machine and the Human Highlight Reel. But let’s face it, there’s no respect left to be had for you or your belts.
[Cameron Cash looks like he’s ready to punch Cyanide.]
Crysis Harvey: On the other hand, there’s us! The USPW Six Man Tag Team Champions! Yeah, that’s right. While your belts were virtually held by nobody respectable, except for YDP, our belts were held by guys like the USPW United States Champion, AJ Johnson, The World Heavyweight Champion, Phantom, and yeah… The Legendary…
Grave Digger: Stardust! *Spits* Let’s be honest, I got a show stealing match at Hell Frozen Over, but my buddies YDP here, have a challenge for you Trent and Cash, at Hell Frozen Over! A tag team match!
[Cash mouths the words “I accept!” but Izzy hits a huge clothesline while he’s distracted and the action spills out onto the floor and continue their brawl on the outside. The Labyrinth laugh and walk away. The damage is done.]
Roberts: Ohh man, what a distraction by the USPW 6 Man Tag Champs!
[Mahoney brings Trent to middle of the ring and begins to pumble on him with punches and kicks. He knocks Trent down to the ground and places him into a tight MMA style armbar. Trent wrinches in pain and taps out rapidly. Mahoney feels the tapping and releases Trents arm and rises for celebration. But, The ref is hanging halfway out of the ring telling Cash and Izzy to stop the fighting outside of the ring.]
Travis: They won the match ! Trent tapped !
Roberts: He tapped ! But the ref didn't see it !
[Mahoney goes over and pulls the ref out from between the ropes and begins to argue at him. Izzy hits Cash with a super kick and Cash falls hard to the ground. Izzy goes over to the corner and grabs the tag rope and yells for Mahoney to tag him in. Mahoney walks over to Izzy and begins to argue with him about brawling outside the ring and the ref not seeing the tap. Izzy slaps Mahoney on the chest and climbs into the ring, pick up Trent and scoop slams him. Izzy climbs up the top turnbuckle and leaps off hitting his signature senton bomb. The crowd goes crazy. Izzy rolls over and goes for the cover. Mahoney rushes in and puts Izzy into a Gogoplata; Izzy’s body is still lying across Trent’s so the ref is forced to count. One...Two...Three. The bell rings and Mahoney releases the hold and rolls off of Izzy. "Welcome to Detroit city" is blaring on the PA system as the ref hands one tag title to Mahoney and places the other one on Izzy’s back. Mahoney rolls out of the ring holding his belt and is met by his ring girl, Toni Frost who has his Television title. "Enter the Cage" Begins to play, canceling out Izzy’s music as the camera follows Mahoney and Toni Frost all the way up the ramp. As Izzy, Trent, and Cameron Cash are left motionless in and outside the ring.]
Travis: They won the tag team titles! Can you believe it?? Sworn enemies teamed up and won the match !
Johnny: If it wasn't for Mike Mahoney they wouldn't have won it ! He locked in that Gogoplata which helped put that extra weight on Trent to make sure he didn't kick out!
Travis: Don't give me that crap, He just took a cheap shot on Izzy.
Roberts: Maybe they should really be thanking Labyrinth. I am receiving confirmation that Your Deadly Poison vs The Syndicate has just been scheduled for Hell Frozen Over! But what about Mahoney and Izzy? I guess we’ll have to tune in and see!
Johnny: I'm still in shock!
#1 Contenders Match for Tag Championship
High Impact vs. 25-to-Life
High Impact vs. 25-to-Life
Mike Cardella: The following is a number one contender's match for the USPW Tag Team Titles! Introducing first. Being accompanied to the ring by their manager Jeff Crocket. They are Matt "Kill" Steel and Erick "Thrill" Stone. Together they are HIGH IMPACT!!!!!
[Both men exit from the back lead by Jeff Crocket. They seemed ready to go for their match. They get into the ring and await their opponents.]
Tom Roberts: These two young wrestlers have a shot tonight. A win here and they go on to take on the tag team champions.
Steve: They have to get past 25 to life before they can lay that claim.
Johnny: Just don't drop the soap!
[Steve and Tom groan at the bad joke.]
Mike Cardella: And their opponents Being lead to the ring by Joey Love. Dethrow and Adam Young! 25 TO LIFE!!!!
["Down with the Sickness" by Disturb plays over the PA system as Deathrow and Adam Young head to the ring being lead by Joey Love. They get down to the ring, staying on the outside, looking into the ring, talking with Joey Love.]
Johnny:I guess they are wondering who is going to be whose bi-
[Tom interrupts him.]
Tom:WHOA! Do not go there!
[Deathrow and Adam Young, then rush into the ring and began to beat down on High Impact. Turning into a prison brawl. The ref tries to take some control, but is in the wrong place at the wrong time and is shoved to the mat by Deathrow.]
Tom: That's a fine!
Johnny: They don't care! I say toss out the rule book and let them kill each other!
Steve: We are USPW! We have rules for a reason!
[With the ref down and out. 25 to Life seems to be in cruise control. High Impact than begins to show signs of a comeback and fight back with all their heart and might.]
Tom:High Impact fighting back!
Johnny: NOOOOOOOOOO!
[Deathrow centers the ring, and measures himself up against Matt Steel. Matt looks up at Deathrow, and bounces off the ropes. Hard shoulder tackle by Deathrow sends Matt to his back. Matt gets up quickly off the ropes again another shoulder tackle, but Deathrow follows up with a elbow but Matt rolls out as Matt quickly gets up off the ropes with a Cross Body but Deathrow catches Matt in mid-air he goes to slam him but Erick runs in and drop kicks Matt Steel onto Deathrow and jumps on Matt.]
Roberts: The quick cover! A double cover??
[ 1.........2...........Deathrow throws both Matt Steel and Erick Stone up in the air. The go across the ring like last year’s action figures.]
Johnny: Deathrow is huge! I mean… Just… Huge!!
[Deathrow is up, he charges and clotheslines both of them out of there boots. He picks Erick up and throws him over the top rope. Deathrow looks down as he turns around forearm shot by Matt, another forearm shot dazes Deathrow. Matt bounces off the ropes and drop kicks the legs of Deathrow. Death row is struggling to stay up, as Matt goes off the ropes Adam Young with a knee to the back of Matt Steel! Deathrow with a gut kick to the stomach! Off the ropes inside out clothesline from hell!! ]
Roberts: OH MAN!! Tore the man’s head clean off!
Johnny: Showing us how powerful he is
[Deathrow off the ropes with a elbow drop to the face and pulls Matt over to his corner as he tags in Adam. Adam slowly climbs in as Matt tries to pull away from Deathrow. Erick Stone is up, he is in his corner holding his head. Adam with a armbar, keeping pressure on the arm. Adam pulls Matt to the ropes, and sends him out but Matt reverses it sending Adam off the ropes heads down by Matt but Adam with a split legged uppercut to the throat of Matt Steel. Adam is up off the ropes but instead just cheap shots Erick Stone! Erick charges the ring, but he is held back by the ref. Adam pulls Matt up to his feet, as the ref is turned away. Deathrow comes in quickly with a steel chair. Deathrow swings the chair, but Matt kicks the chair into Deathrow's face. Matt turns around and single leg take down on Adam Young onto the chair on the mat. Matt pulls Adam up bulldog in the middle of the ring, on the chair. Matt Steel with the tag in, Erick Stone goes to the top turnbuckle. Matt goes up, he has a suplex setup.]
Johnny: What the hell is Matt Steel doing?
[Erick Stone with a front face suplex. dropping Matt Steel onto Adam Young on the mat! High Impact Move! Erick goes up, swanton bomb onto Adam Young. The cover]
Travis: 1...........2...........Thr…! Woah! No!
Roberts: Deathrow is there to break it up!
Johnny: Deathrow just made it in time!
[Matt is up, he kicks Deathrow in the stomach, Massive DDT on Deathrow. Matt to the top turnbuckle. Thrill Breaker: Reverse DVD by Erick Stone! Followed by The Kill Switch Frog Splash from Matt Steel the double cover ]
[ 1..............2.....................somebody pulls the ref out of the ring wearing a mask. It appears to be Your Deadly Posion. The ref is yelling at Cyanide and so is Matt Stone. Crysis, meanwhile, goes unnoticed as he hands Adam Young a lead pipe.]
Travis: What the hell? Is that Your Deadly Poison??
Johnny: I think so! But where’s the USPW Six Man Tag Titles? Are those guys really YDP?
[Adam Young goes into the ring, and the ref is still distracted. He uses the pipe!! Right upside the head of Erick Stone! Adam throws the pipe away as Erick staggers around. Adam with the Northern Lights Suplex!!]
Travis: 1..........2........3!! It’s over!!
Roberts: What the hell just happen?? Why would Labyrinth help 25 to Life? And was that really them? They looked a little different to me.
Johnny: I don't know Tom, seemed something was fishy. But the point is 25 to Life are number one contenders now!
Roberts: I guess so. Something doesn't sound right Johnny. At Hell Frozen Over 25-to-Life are taking on the USPW Tag Team Champions!
Johnny: Mike Mahoney and Izzy Inzane? What is this world coming to!
[25-to-Life and their manager are celebrating in the ring, as the scene fades to a commercial.]
Finding A Referee For The Main Event at Hell Frozen Over
[As we return from break, "Revolution Begins" by Arch Enemy hits as the lights go out in the arena and smoke begins to fill the entrance.]
Roberts: Time for The Idol. Let's go to USPW ring announcer Mike Cardella.
Mike Cardella: Ladies and gentlemen at this time would you please welcome to the ring, escorted by the head of Idol Personal Security, Clowney, and his personal trainer "The Maniac Mugger From The South Side of Chicago" Mr. T, he is your USPW International Heavyweight Champion of the World, "The Idollllll" Max Prophet!
[Idol makes his way to the ring carrying the USPW International World Heavyweight Title belt accompanied by Mr. T and Clowney]
Johnny: This place is going bananas! I can barely hear myself!
[The Idol steps into the ring with Mr. T and a man dressed in a clown suit who is Clowney, The Head of Idol Personal Security]
The Idol: In just 9 short days, I will be facing... (Idol puts his hand over the microphone and turns to Mr. T) Who am I facing?
Mr. T: Phantom.
The Idol: ...Phantom! That's right. Thanks T. I will be facing Phantom in just 9 short days at the USPW Pay per view event "Hell Frozen Over." Mischoff has made this a Dante's Inferno match, only the second one ever staged. The ring will be surrounded by flames. No one can get in and no one can get out. The only way to win the match is pinfall or submission. Now, I've never lost a 1 on 1 match in my entire career. Sure, I've lost some Fatal Four Ways, some tag matches, etc etc, but in 1 on 1 action, I'm undefeated. So, I pity the fool that I have to face next Sunday because, if history tells us anything, The Idol will be victorious and further cement my legacy as the greatest all around entertainer in this business today.
Mr. T: That's right. We pity that fool.
The Idol: That's right T. We pity him. But before we get to next Sunday, I need to bring out the man who was able to make it all possible, Mr. Matt Mischoff.
["Love The Way You Lie" by Eminem hits as Mr. Mischoff makes his way to the ring. He steps between the ropes with a giant smile on his face as he and The Idol hug and Mischoff raises The Idol's hand in the air.]
The Idol: Now, Matt, first off, I want to thank you for declaring me the USPW International World Heavyweight Champion. It's an honor and a privilege and as I said last week on Freedom, I'm going to be a fighting champion.
Mr. T: I pity the fool!
The Idol: That's right T. We pity any fool that thinks he can go toe to toe with me, The Idol, the guy who's DNA was used to create this sport.
Mr. T: Phantom's a fool! A damn fool!
The Idol: Settle down T. Settle down. You'll get your chance to beat the holy hell out of Phantom. I promise that.
Mr. Mischoff: Idol, it's truly an honor to have you here.
The Idol: No Matt, the pleasure is all mine. And I wanted to thank you for making this match at Hell Frozen Over. Where I will defend my USPW International World Heavyweight Title with dignity and class. Then, once I've beaten Phantom and unified the titles, I'll be one step closer to immortality.
[“Bad Romance” by Lady Gaga plays, and CEO Cloe suddenly appears at the top of the entrance ramp with a microphone as the crowd pops huge for the CEO.]
CEO Cloe: I want to know what the hell is going on here and I think the USPW fans demand an explanation.
Mr. Mischoff: Cloe, listen to me, I'm trying to make you happy. I'm trying to make US happy. Can't you see that? We need The Idol to have gold around his waist. It's good for the company, ratings, pay-per-view buys, and locker room morale.
CEO Cloe: (laughing) Matt, it's not good for locker room morale and as CEO of this company, we are not recognizing this title that you've invented with your friends here.
The Idol: Yes, we are!
CEO Cloe: No we're not!
The Idol: Yes we are!
CEO Cloe: No we're not!
Mr. Mischoff: Hold on, stop stop. Look, Cloe, you told me this is what you wanted.
CEO Cloe: I never said that!
Mr. Mischoff You did. Remember that night? We talked about USPW and the future of this company. So much happened that night you probably don't remember I mean, we did have quite a few glasses of champagne. But you told me you wanted to do whatever it takes. So, dammit, that's what I'm doing.
The Idol: That's right Mischoff. Own it brother.
Mr. T: I pity the fool.
The Idol: No, we don't pity Mischoff T. But I do have one other person that we pity and, Cloe, I'm glad you're out here for this because I'm about to call out one of your boys...Dale. Last week on Freedom, Dale got his nose involved in Matt Hawk's match. Now, Dale is a nutcase and he has a thing for The Idol and I will not have him getting involved in my match and I don't want him getting involved in Matt Hawk's matches. He's getting involved in my stable's affairs. DWI. And he should be banned from the arena.
CEO Cloe: - I hear you loud and clear Max, that's why I would like to introduce the special guest referee for the Dante's Inferno match. Since, of course, no sane official would referee a crazy match like this with YOU in it. I had to hire someone, very special… Very “bad”.
[Some generic hip hop music plays, and the crowd goes wild as Mike Tyson walks out from the backstage area. He is grinning from ear to ear and playing to the crowd. The legend is here.]
Johnny: It's The Baddest Man On The Planet!
[Tyson walks down to the ring and gets in The Idol's face. They start having words but you can't hear what they are saying. The crowd is the loudest they have been all night.]
Travis: He's here! He's here in USPW! The Baddest Man On The Planet is here!!!!!
[Head of Idol Personal Security Clowney grabs Tyson from behind. As Tyson spins around he nails Clowney with an uppercut and knocks him out. The Idol jumps on Tyson's back as all hell breaks loose. Referees, security from the arena, and the locker room clears out and everyone is in the ring.]
Travis: It's chaos! It's mass hysteria!
[Matt Hawk sprints down to ringside and pulls Mischoff out of the ring. Mischoff has a bloody nose but appears to be fine.]
Roberts: Only The Idol could start a mess like this!
[Dale comes out from backstage. He has a mic in his hand and he’s smiling.]
Johnny: That’s Dale! What’s he doing out here??
[Before Dale can speak, Hawk grabs him without warning, lifts him up and hits him with a Facelift on the concrete outside the ring]
Johnny: FaceLift on the concrete floor! Are you kidding me??
[The chaos continues in the ring. Hawk sees Idol and grabs him by the shirt and pulls him out of the ring. Tyson is being held back. Idol spits in Tyson's face.]
Travis: What a cheap move by The Idol!
Johnny: You mean the USPW International World Heavyweight Champion?
[As Idol, Hawk, and Mischoff back up towards the entrance and away from the ring, Idol is pointing at Tyson and Tyson is in the ring being held back by security, and the chaos slowly comes to crawl. One man is watching backstage on the television in the locker room. It’s Phantom. The world champ gets a huge pop from the crowd as he pats his World Heavyweight Championship and just grins, as the scene fades to a commercial.]
Roberts: Phantom says BRING IT! Mike Tyson, flaming rings, an undefeated former World Champ, he has no fear!! I can not wait for the Hell Frozen Over main event!!
NO DQ Match
Decca vs "Classy" Mike C
Decca vs "Classy" Mike C
Roberts: Is that Decca's music?
[From the back, comes Decca Detlev! He comes out, alone to the ring. He comes out looking at the fans boo him. He slowly makes his way to the ring. He walks on the ring apron, as he looks across at everyone in the ring. He motions for everyone to clear out. Decca looks over at Joey Love, and you can read his lips "We need to talk" as Joey looks on puzzled he helps Adam Young and Deathrow to the back.]
Decca: CUT THE DAMN MUSIC!! I have something to say!
[Everyone boo's Decca, as he looks at the fans in the front row. He points to himself and you can read his lips as he says "I'm talking, Shut up!" the fans boo him more.]
Decca: I am here to save you all from killing yourselves. I am preventing the damn show from tanking ONCE AGAIN! I sit by and watch, week and week out. I sit by and watch as your Television Champion, your United States Champion you Heavyweight Champion run there damn gums about how great they are. Well why do your ratings suck huh Cleo? Huh Mischoff? Nobody has more VIEWS then me. Go look at the numbers they don't lie. Everyone tunes in to see what Decca has to say. Your Television Champion is only champion because of Bitchoff saving his sorry ass! Izzy should be our new Television Champion simple as that. I am not going to come out here and lie to your people about the TRUE FACTS. Izzy would of made a good Television Champion but because he don't stroke right he isn't. I am here to give a warning to everyone, DECCA is in the USPW!! Decca, with the help of Syndicate will straighten up the USPW! There is no "IM COMING" I put a stop to that
[Decca laughs to himself, as he holds his knee.]
Decca: There is no fourth man coming to USPW to save Syndicate. There is nobody coming to set the three of us right! Only man that is going to fix us is THE FRANCHISE!!
[Fans boo as he calls himself “THE FRANCHISE”.]
Decca: That's right you morons, I am going to single handedly save USPW from the pits of hell! When I do, when I show you guys a better alternative a bigger reason for watching Freedom you can call me the man who saved UPSW!! You can call me the man that saved THE FRANCHISE USPW!! So without me, without Syndicate… There would be no Franchise to line those pockets of "The Idol" there wouldn't be a place for "Predator" Or Mike Mahoney to proclaim to be Champion.
[Decca is about to leave but he stops ]
Decca: I will show you all TONIGHT, why and how I will save the USPW from being pulled off the air. I am going to save the one, "Classy" Mike C from becoming an official JOBBER! Tonight, Mike C you and me will go one on one. I will slap that taste of the ONE MONTH title reign out of your veins and make you realize there is more to being a champion then being pretty or sucking the right clit. You need to step up and fight. So "Classy" Mike get your ass down here!
Roberts: Wow! Some strong words from Decca Detlev!
Johnny: Yeah seems like he has a lot of built up frustration!
[The guitar intro from "I'm So Bored With The USA" by The Clash kicks in and strobe lighting flashes at the top of the ramp. Out comes "Classy" Mike C from the back. He quickly begins to walk down from the back, as he does from nowhere Decca attacks Mike C from behind at ring side! Decca slams Mike C into the ring steps. Decca has his vest on, he turns to a fan who is booing him. He yells at the fan " I AM THE FRANCHISE"]
Roberts: Wow, I don't know what to say!
Travis: Decca is serious about being taken serious again! He came into the fed with high hopes, and it looks like he’s really stepping up his game!
[Decca pulls Mike C up to his feet and throws into the ring steps a second time. Decca pulls Mike back another slam into the ring steps every time the ring steps moves across the floor. Mike C is not moving at all. Mike C is pulled up to his feet. Decca rolls Mike C into the ring, as the ring bell finally rings.]
Roberts: We are officially started!
Johnny: About time!
[Decca steps on the ring apron he motions for Mike C to rise up. He keeps motioning, but Mike C is lying on the mat. Decca spring boards the top rope, he balances himself on top. He is tight rope walking the rope, as he gets to the corner he spring boards the top turnbuckle into a split legged moonsault landing on Mike C in the middle of the ring. The fans give a "holy shit" chant as he picks Mike C up to his feet.]
Travis: He is setting up for his Capital City Crush.
Roberts: Man, Mike C has literally zero offense for the second week in a row.
[Decca kicks Mike C in the stomach; he slaps Mike C across the face to get him going. He motions for Mike C to hit him. But Mike C is out of it on his feet. Kick to the stomach Capital City Crush! In the middle of the ring and a cover]
Travis: 1......2.....3!!!
Roberts: Decca Detlev wins the match!
[Decca walks over to Tom Roberts and points to him as he then motions for something from the backstage area. It appears he’s calling his Syndicate buddies to the ring.]
Travis: Man, this is hard to watch. “Classy” Mike C was once the face of this company. United States Champion, World Champion… Now he’s just, not himself.
Johnny: Well, the rumors have been circulating. Sometimes you just have to hang your boots up.
Roberts: Stardust is doing it next week, now I think it’s Classy Mike C’s turn. Will we see the retirement of the USPW Legend?
Johnny: When you got THE FRANCHISE like Decca kicking your ass, I’d run away too!
[Decca grabs the microphone as Cameron Cash and Trent enter the ring. The Syndicate is getting booes from every member of the audience.]
Decca: Maybe now, you will all believe what I say when I say I am here to save USPW! We are The Syndicate!! Cameron Cash and Trent… You two will watch my back, make sure nothing happens to "THE FRANCHISE" of USPW!! If you don't, you both can be a loser just like "Classy" Mike C has become. So from this day forward, SYNDICATE will be a full force we will be a Fighting Unit. Cameron, Trent and THE FRANCHISE!! Now one last thing, take that punk out!
[Cameron Cash and Trent double team "Classy" Mike C with rights and lefts! Decca comes over takes the singapore cane and hits Mike C right in the stomach, and inside his thigh! Mike C rolls around holding his midsection, Decca jams the cane into the throat of "Classy" Mike C. Mike is pain, the audience seems stunned and speechless.]
Roberts: There is no stopping this guys!! Look at the blood coming off Mike's face!
[Here comes Matt Steel running down from the back with chair in hand, Syndicate run out of the ring laughing. Security and EMT's follow foot, sending Decca and the former USPW Tag Champions to the back. Matt Steel motions he wants Syndicate.]
Roberts: As you may recall Erick Stone was injured earlier. But Matt Steel seems fine and he’s demanding a one on one match at Hell Frozen Over! Will he get it?
Travis: He damn well better!!
Standard Match
The Predator vs. Grave Digger
The Predator vs. Grave Digger
[As we return from commercial, both The Predator and The Gravedigger are in the ring with tense looks on their faces. Neither man is playing around this week.]
Roberts: Not a lot of fanfare for these two. Grave Digger coming off of a technical loss last week, Predator coming off a moral loss last week.
Johnny: Yeah, yeah! He’s just saying that!
[The ref calls for the bell, as The Predator and the Gravedigger square off, stone faced, with the Predator appear twitchy and nervous in his body language. The bell rings, and the men slowly walk up to one another, till they are chest to chest, and glaring at each other, eyes mere inches away. Predator breaks the tension by giving the Gravedigger a hard shove, and the monster takes exception by charging in and initiating a tie up.]
Travis: This one is gonna be great!
[The two men muscle each other all around the ring, corner to corner, before the Gravedigger backs the Predator into the ropes and whips him off. The success is shortlived, as the big man rebounds with a hard shoulder block, knocking the Gravedigger over. The Predator follows him to the mat, taking his back and attempting a rear naked choke. It is too soon, however, and the Gravedigger fights out of it and scrambles to his feet. The Predator whips himself off the ropes and delivers a clothesline from behind. He covers. 1...2...kick out. The Gravedigger powers to his feet and throws a right hand, but it is blocked, and the Predator grabs a front headlock! The Gravedigger backs out hastily.]
Travis: The Predator is not playing around even a smidge here. His power and his vast technical mastery are on display early, and the Gravedigger looks a bit overwhelmed.
[The Predator attempts to initiate a tie up, but the Gravedigger dispenses with the niceties and drills him with a hard right hand, and tackles him to the ground. The Predator frees himself and tries to stand, but the Gravedigger boots him hard to the face, and sends him reeling into the ropes. He stalks forward menacingly, but the Predator charges out of the corner with a huge spear! He's on top of the Gravedigger now, raining down rights and lefts as the monster frantically tries to cover up!]
Roberts: The Predator is all over him! Wow!
Johnny: Like a man possessed!
[The Gravedigger scrambles to his feet, still eating blows and finally gets ahold of the Predator and throws him into the ropes. The Predator hops up to the middle rope, however, and throws himself into a springboard cross body! 1...2...kick out! The Predator hauls the Gravedigger up, but he counters with a toe kick! He grabs the throat, looking for the chokeslam! Predator blocks it, and goes for a punch, but the Gravedigger blocks himself, and whips the Predator over the top rope! The Predator grabs a hold and lands on the apron, but finds his throat grabbed by the Gravedigger's massive hand again! The Gravedigger joins him on the apron! Is he going to deliver a chokeslam onto the outside?!]
Johnny: Predator in huge trouble here!
Travis: A count out would be academic if this chokeslam is delivered!
[The Predator begins to fight with big left hooks the stomach! More body punches! The Gravedigger has to release, but he uses his free arm to throw big punches! The two men are brawling on the apron! Gravedigger is winning, blasting the Predator's head back with big shots as he begins to wilt! But the Predator ducks one, lands a terrific knee to the stomach, and oh, delivers a huge DDT! The Gravedigger smacks into the apron and sags to the outside!]
Travis: The Predator is on fire tonight! This is SO impressive!
[The Gravedigger is trying to recover by hauling himself upright on the crowd barrier, and the Predator is climbing to the top of the nearest turnbuckle! He goes for a diving move, but the Gravedigger moves and the Predator thuds against the crowd barrier! He's hurt! He falls to the ground, clutching his ribs! The Gravedigger rolls into the ring to break the count, and goes back out. He lifts the predator up by his legs, and slings him again into the crowd barrier! And again! The Predator's eyes are wide open with pain! He's trying to away, but Gravedigger won't give him any respite! He scoop slams the Predator onto the announce table, and starts delivering right hands! When the count reachs 9, he grabs the Predator and throws them both into the ring!]
Johnny: The Gravedigger stops a draw and throws away an opportunity to win so he can punish the Predator more. Sick.
Roberts: That's the Gravedigger for you. Batshit insane.
[The Gravedigger hauls the Predator up to his feet, and whips him off the ropes for a big boot! He covers! 1...2...kick out! The Gravedigger is nonplussed and he pulls the Predator up again! Big fisherman's suplex! Cover! 1...2...Kick out! The Gravedigger grabs a hold of the sleeper hold! The Predator is fighting it, but it's tight! The Predator is struggling to his feet! Elbows to the stomach of the Gravedigger! The Predator is free! He begins to deliver hard chops to the chest of the Gravedigger to the “Woo”'s of the crowd. He runs back to the ropes, and tries to use the momentum to charge the Gravedigger, but he whips the Predator HARD into the ropes, and nails a beautiful STO as he staggers backwards from the impact! Cover! 1...2...kick out!]
Travis: The Predator made one big mistake diving to the outside, and has completely lost control of the match.
Roberts: You can't take this kind of punishment from a beast like Gravedigger. He'll tear you to pieces.
Johnny: That’s why he’s one of the USPW Six Man Tag Team Champions!
[The Gravedigger continues his onslaught, dragging the Predator over to the turnbuckle, and slamming his face repeatedly into the turnbuckle. He then turns to punches, and then elbows. The Predator looks to be wilting, when he all of a sudden ducks a shot! He takes the Gravedigger's back and sinks in the choke!]
Roberts: Reversal!
[The Gravedigger forces his way to the Predator's side, and whips him to the ropes to escape. He goes for a clothesline on the rebound, but the Predator ducks it! The Gravedigger goes for another on another rebound, but the Predator ducks again! The Gravedigger goes for a big boot on the next go around, but the Predator grabs the foot! Russian leg takedown! Sharpshooter! The Gravedigger roars in pain!]
Travis: Ohh man!! What technique!!
[The Gravedigger fights the pain with snarls, and makes it to the ropes. The Predator holds on for a couple of seconds as the referee counts, then releases the lock. The Predator has a quick conversation with the ref about the action, but turns around to a big clothesline from the Gravedigger! The Gravedigger rolls back to the ropes, and runs them for a big shot, but the Predator blocks! Predator with big right hands! A big atomic drop! He runs back to the ropes and delivers a clothesline! Gravedigger rises, and gets clotheslined again! The Predator pulls him to standing and tries to whip him again, but gets reversed into a corner! Gravedigger charges and runs into a huge elbow!]
Travis: The fans are going wild for this match! It’s a great masterpiece with no interference from Labyrinth or Matt Hawk!
Johnny: Don’t jinx it, fool!
[The Predator charges the Gravedigger, but the Gravedigger catches him! Tries to lift him up for a slam, but the Predator counters with a DDT! He covers! 1...2...kick out! The Predator stands, and whips off the ropes, charging the Gravedigger, but the Gravedigger ducks! And the Predator takes out the referee! He curses, and turns back to the Gravedigger, kicking him in the gut, and lifting him up and over for a big sidewalk slam! The Predator walks to the ropes! The referee looks hurt!]
Johnny: Ohh you jinxed it!
Roberts: The referee!! We need emts!!
[The Predator is looking to get situated on the top rope...When Matt Hawk jumps out of the crowd. He strolls over to the apron, and reaches up, grabbing hold of Predator's leg! The Predator looks down with fury, and Hawk backs off, grinning. The Predator refocuses on the ring, and the Gravedigger rewards him with a huge right hand bomb! More right hands! The Gravedigger joins the Predator on the top! He grabs his throat, lifts him up and jumps! He throws him down with incredible force! Super Chokeslam!]
Travis: That was devastating!! But can he pull out the win…?
[Gravedigger covers!...! The referee is still out!]
Roberts: Ohh man, the referee is out cold! I don’t know, I think we need medical staff out here pronto!
[The Predator is struggling to rise, and the Gravedigger is not interested in allowing it to happen. He is on the big man with a barrage of punches, but the Predator absorbs them and keeps on rising! The referee is recovering, but Matt Hawk drills him with a hard right hand from behind, unseen by the wrestlers in the ring! He exits! The Predator keeps rising! He grins big after eating a big shot, then responds with a big knee to the gut! Elbow to the spine! Front headlock! He has him up! The Final Glory! The Predator nails the Final Glory! He covers!...The referee is down!]
Roberts: The referee is still down!! What chaos!!
Johnny: I knew we could count on Matt Hawk to save the day!
[The Predator glares at Matt Hawk ringside, immediately suspecting something. A new referee is running to the ring, and the Predator waits patiently, eying Matt Hawk with an icy glare. Hawk smirks. The Predator covers again, and the new ref begins the count. 1...2...kick out! The Predator loudly curses and stands up, clearly frustrated. With the new ref in control, the Predator motions for the Gravedigger to rise. The Predator goes for the Final Glory as he does, but the Gravedigger counters with a big low blow! As the Predator collapses in agony, the new referee goes to signal for the DQ, but Matt Hawk enters the ring! He delivers a Face Lift to the new referee!]
Roberts: Is that a DQ??
Johnny: No!! Matt Hawk just devastated the ref with that Face Lift… ouch!
[Matt Hawk exits the ring, and grabs a chair from ringside, throwing it in to the Gravedigger, smiling all teeth. The Gravedigger lifts it up and turns to deliver a devastating shot, but the Predator kicks the chair right into his face! The Predator glares and Matt Hawk ringside, and an intense verbal argument begins! Our broadcast can't even air half of what they are saying! The Predator slashes his finger across his throat, and returns his attention to the Gravedigger. The original referee is recovering! The Predator charges into the dazed Gravedigger with a huge knee to the gut! Drops the big elbow to the spine, and pulls him close for a front headlock! The Predator looks directly at Hawk, and lifts the Gravedigger vertical with a grunt of effort. He delivers a massive Final Glory that makes the ring vibrate, and covers. The injured referee staggers and crawls over, and gives the count. 1...2...3!]
Roberts: The Final Glory will do it! One, two, three!!
Travis: Sending a message to Hawk!
[The Predator rises to celebrate, but is hit viciously by a clothesline from Hawk! Hawk wastes no time in hauling him to his feet! Matt Hawk delivers a Face Lift to the Predator! He pauses to soak of the cheers and boos that erupt from the fans, and stalks backstage. We are left with the image of the Predator lying prostrate in the ring, barely moving.]
Johnny: There’s a message for ya, fool!
Roberts: Man, what an exciting show so far. Predator picks up the win, and the momentum could be in his favor coming into Hell Frozen Over!
Johnny: Momentum is all Hawk’s my friend!
[As the show returns from commercial break, we see Mr. Mischoff sitting at his desk, taking a phone call, a tired look on his face, when the door promptly bursts open at its hinges to admit a furious looking Predator. Mischoff sighs.]
Mischoff: I'll have to call you back. Uh huh. Well, I'll tell the massive, world class, pissed off wrestler who just wrecked my door you think your issue is more important. Yep. Bye.
[He hangs up the phone, and leans back in his chair.]
Mischoff: Yes?
[The Predator slams both fists down on the table.]
Predator: Give me Hawk at Hell Frozen Over.
Mischoff:We've been over this, my man...Onwards and upwards for you, Matt doesn't even WANT to face you again...
[The Predator springs like a cat, grabbing Mischoff by both lapels and pulling him out of his chair, eye to eye. Mischoff's feet dangle inches above the ground.]
Predator: That wannabe badass cheapskate takes an ass whupping, backs his way out of a rematch, and thinks he can waltz in on MY match to fuck with ME? That is NOT how I operate. You can book me and Matt Hawk in a match, and make money from the resulting carnage, or I can beat his ass in the parking lot and leave you to sort out the mess with his contract and his health insurance provider. Take your pick.
Mischoff: Fine, fine! I'll take that into advisement. I think I can work something out. Mind putting me down?
[The Predator drops him roughly.]
The Predator: I'm going 3-0 this time, and…
Mischoff: 3-0?? Really! And then what? You’ll come here and beg for more! You’ll want more and more and more! 7-0? When will you be happy?? How about this! You can beat Matt Hawk as many damn times as you want in an hour, as I am officially announcing USPW’s first ever 60 minute iron man match!! You, Dylan, vs Matt Hawk!
Predator: Yes! THEN this will be over. When he calls me Daddy, you can book whatever match you want, steal whatever title you please, cheapen and divide any championship you wish. But, here is a piece of advice.
[He closes the distance, bending down, nose to nose.]
The Predator: If you mess with me, Mischoff...If you don't keep me happy...NOBODY around here will be happy. Make this right.
[The Predator stalks out. Mr. Mischoff adjusts his tie.]
Mischoff: Well...Isn't he charming when he's angry?
Standard Match
Matt Hawk vs. Cyanide Harvey
Matt Hawk vs. Cyanide Harvey
Johnny: Well it's time for our next match.
Travis: That's right! We've had a great show so far, I'm jut ready to see what the rest of the night has in store for us.
Johnny: This match is between Matt Hawk and Cyanide Harvey.
Roberts: It should be a good one.
[Cyanide exits from Behind the "Curtain Area", Walks to the top of the Ramp, Throws up arms with clinched fists making an 'X' and Two missiles shoot from either side of the ramp and pop loudly. And a spray of Gold Flares reigns down from the bottom of the Titantron. "Big Boss Man" strut to the ring, and an Edge slide into the Ring. Goes to each of the four corners and climbs to the second turnbuckle to throw up more 'X's'. Then waits in the center of the ring massaging his lower arms.]
Johnny: This man is one third of the USPW Six-Man Tag Team Champions!
“You knew that I was coming cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game and never felt my pain
Can't read my brain but you read my lips
And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead
I'm in the red cause my mind's distortin
People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion
I'm a move mountains and touch the sun
Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come
So hold your bids, all bets are closed
And fuck all you hoes”
[The Daddy walks out as Devil Without a Cause continues to play. When he reaches the ring he walks all the way around the ring pointing at the crowd before climbing up the steps. Once in the ring The Daddy climbs up to the second turnbuckle points to the crowd strikes a poise. Then he walks to the center of the ring.]
[Both men are standing in the ring as the bell then sounds.]
Travis: Here we go!
[Hawk puts his right hand in the air and is trying to signal to Cyanide to engage in a test of strength with him. Cyanide looks around the arena for a moment before slowly bringing his hand up towards Matts. Before he reaches Matts Hand, Cyanide throws a strong right kick to the midsection that sends Hawk backing up into the corner.]
Johnny: What a cheapshot!
Roberts: I hope Hawk can recover from that pretty quickly.
[Cyanide runs to the corner and connects with right hands before the ref finally steps in. As Cyanide is backing up Hawk runs out of the corner and delivers a running clothesline that sends Cyanide to the mat. He pulls Cyanide up and connects with a snap suplex as he goes for the cover.]
1....
2....
KICKOUT!
Johnny: That was a close one.
Travis: You got that right!
[Hawk stands and looks angrily at the ref who explains that it was only a two count. He then runs against the ropes but suddenly Cyanide rises and catches Hawk as he then raises him onto his shoulder.]
