Post by David Slayton on Mar 21, 2013 6:48:02 GMT -6
Episode 132 - February 26, 2011
The BWF signature plays, hearkening back to the old days of BWF - flashes of Ghost, X, Brian Fenris and Kate Gilmore shift into shots of Desire, Kirlia Gardevoir, The Legend and Eliminator, then Cody Clark, Captain Marticus, Chamelion, Gabe Shelley and Mark McNasty, before finally doing a Star Wars hyperspace effect into a few of the stars of today; Mr. Hardcore, Chris Casino, Masakazu, Emanuel Cole and finally, a quick flash of David Blazenwing before settling on the BWF logo. The logo then shatters like glass into the Saturday Night Havok opening.
We are the dregs
Of the western world
The steroid boys and video girls
We are the viral internet stars
And the anchor man
Can't stop crying
Emanuel Cole points at his abs, then to the crowd, grinning sarcastically.
We are the dead with
The dreaded disease
The nuclear sons for you and me
Let's go all right all right let's go
What the fuck are you saying?
Camisado drains the life out of one his of victims with his White Flag.
Now I don't wanna
Live here anymore
(Gonna watch it burn)
We are the best
And we'll fight to the death
There's nothing left
Worth fighting for
In the western world
Chris Casino delivers an elbow drop off the top rope.
This is the end of evolution's rise
The feeding frenzy of the uncivilized
The paparazzi parasites
And the vultures can't stop feeding
Cody Clark lays another hapless soul to rest with the Deadicator.
This is the face of our vanity
The tabloid death of humanity
Let's go all right all right let's go
What the fuck are you saying?
Masakazu lays into an opponent with stiff, powerful kicks and punches.
Now I don't wanna
Live here anymore
(Gonna watch it burn)
We take the best
And we spit out the rest
And always leave them
Wanting more
In the western world
Mark Zout walks down the ramp, flipping off a fan at ringside.
We are the dregs
Of the western world
The steroid boys and video girls
We are the viral internet stars
And the anchor man
Can't stop lying
Vic Macias delivers several strong powerbombs to a masked wrestler.
We are the dead with
The dreaded disease
The nuclear sons for you and me
Let's go all right all right let's go
What the fuck are you saying?
Mr. Hardcore knocks an opponent senseless with his You Got Bitched clothesline.
Now I don't wanna
Live here anymore
(Gonna watch it burn)
We are the best and
We'll fight to the death
There's nothing left
Worth fighting for
Chamelion flashes his Cheshire Grin, then the camera swivels 180 degrees, showcasing his nephew, Jacob Collins, against his back, ready to fight.
Now I don't wanna
Live here anymore
(Gonna watch it burn)
We take the best and
We spit out the rest
And always leave them wanting more
In the western world
In the western world
In the western world
The montage ends with David Blazenwing standing in the ring, surrounded by all of the BWF superstars. He grins, then snaps his fingers and all of them converge on Blazenwing in the center of the ring; when they collide, the screen explodes into the BWF Saturday Night Havok logo!
The scene then cuts to the Bradley Center in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where the fans are going wild. Pyro begins going off on the stage, and after several seconds of loud explosions, the camera pans around the crowd. Several signs are focused on, from "Welcome back BWF!" to "Where's Mark McNasty?" to "I stole Icetank's protective helmet!" The camera then settles on the BWF announce team of Nick Webb and Rayne.
Nick Webb: Ladies and gentleman, after three long years, the Blazenwing Wrestling Federation is back in operation! We come to you live from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, the birthplace of the BWF, for Saturday Night Havok! I'm Nick Webb, and right here with me is my good old colleague Rayne!
Rayne: Well, I don't know about good, Nick, but I'm sure as hell here, and I wouldn't miss this for the world! It's good to be home, baby! HA!
Homecoming
The camera then cuts to the center of the ring, where veteran BWF ring announcer Scott Benjamin is standing, mic in hand.
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentleman, at this time, please welcome the C.E.O. and Owner of the Blazenwing Wrestling Federation... DAVID BLAZENWING!!!
The lights in the arena all cut to black and the BlazenTron comes to life, pulsating with a green light as a quiet beat gets louder with every flash. It gets faster and faster, and louder with each pulse, until the pulsating light explodes into the words "BWF Will Never Die" and "Superstar" by Saliva blares across the arena sound system. The stage fills with smoke and the crowd comes to their feet, cheering loudly as the smoke clears on the stage and a man in a stylish black suit stands, head down, facing the BlazenTron. He raises his hands and snaps his fingers, causing four loud bursts of pyro to ignite, two on each side of him, before spinning around Y2J style to reveal David Blazenwing!
Now has come the day that I take the lead and I make you follow
Toast to champagne cause I came for greed and not for tomorrow
If it feels good, then it feels good and I do it all day
You want me to play?
You best bring your brain
You best bring your money!
Yeah!
Make me a superstar!
Yeah!
No matter who you are!
His sunglasses shining with the glare from the arena lights, David looks to the left, then to the right, nodding towards the crowd before walking down the ramp, gently swinging the briefcase in his left hand. After stopping to slap hands with the few fans at ringside, David moves to the apron side facing the stage. He stops, then pulls himself onto the apron and steps through the middle ropes to enter the ring. David walks across the ring and leaps up onto the second rope in the corner nearest the timekeeper, then pulls off his sunglasses and tosses them towards the timekeeper.
Razorblade and lines and I walk the line without fearing no one
Damn, my throat is dry, I can't taste the wine from these empty bottles
Films and magazines
It's all what I need and all what I planned on
Where's my limousine?
It's just like a dream that I won't wake up from!
Yeah!
Make me a superstar!
Yeah!
It don't matter who you are!
Yeah! Come on!
Make me a superstar!
Yeah!
No matter who you... AAAARRRREEE!!!
David smirks and points to the fans, then slaps the briefcase in his hands before calling for a mic. The theme fades and Blazenwing is left standing in the ring, a loud hometown crowd welcoming him home.
Nick Webb: Maybe it was his huge win at PWA's Genesis XI four days ago, maybe it's just that Milwaukee has always had a soft spot for D-Blaze, or maybe the crowd's just psyched to be a part of the first BWF show in over three years... but damn, the crowd's hot tonight!
Rayne: Why shouldn't they be? WE'RE BACK, BABY!
After a few more moments of raucous cheers, the crowd settles down and Blazenwing grins.
David Blazenwing: Oh, you guys have no idea just how much I missed that.
A loud pop.
David Blazenwing: Now, don't get me wrong, I would LOVE to stand here for the next two hours and soak up your love and adoration, BUT, we do have a show to put on for you tonight. First things first, however... something needs to be done about this.
Blazenwing hoists the briefcase up and opens it, pulling out the BWF World Championship. The crowd cheers as he drapes it across his shoulder.
David Blazenwing: No, don't worry, I'm not going to award the title to myself. Again. Ha ha... no, you all know what this is about, am I right?
Almost immediately, a loud "SHELLEY" chant breaks out in the Bradley Center.
David Blazenwing: That's what I thought. Long story short, at this moment in time, the BWF does not recognize Gabe Shelley as a former BWF World Champion, despite his title victory at last year's PWA Genesis X pay-per-view against Casey Campbell and my lovely girlfriend, Kathryn Elissa James. Why, do you ask? Simply put, Genesis X was not a BWF sanctioned event, and legally, the BWF World Championship cannot change hands unless it is at a BWF sanctioned event.
Boos rise from the crowd. The camera settles on a fan's sign that reads "Give Shelley His Due!" with a hand-drawn title belt underneath it.
David Blazenwing: Now, now, calm down. Tonight, we're going to rectify this. Gabe and I, we go way back. We're former Tag Champs together. As such, I've issued him an ultimatum... he can either show up tonight, shake my hand and leave, and I'll recognize him as a former World Champion...
David Blazenwing: ...or, he can sign a contract live in MILWAUKEE (crowd pop) and BECOME the BWF World Champion!
A loud pop from the crowd, and a "WE WANT SHELLEY" chant starts up as David reaches down into the briefcase that held the BWF World Championship and pulls out a freshly-printed contract with the name "Gabe Shelley - The marVel" clearly visible on it.
David Blazenwing: I know, I want Shelley too, or I wouldn't have made this offer! Ha ha ha... now, I've been in the arena since 10 am this morning, and I haven't seen or heard one word or mention of Gabe, so I don't know if he's actually coming or not. I'm giving him until the end of tonight's Havok to show up and make his decision, but if he doesn't show up, I'm afraid I'll have to -
The lights in the arena go out as the flashbulbs of cameras pop and shine. The crowd is going bananas in hopes of what may be coming. A video starts to play on the BlazenTron of a man walking down the streets of Milwaukee at night. The man's face is hidden by a hood as a piano plays softly to the clip. We see the man get to the Bradley Center and stops in his tracks.
All of the lights (all of the lights)
(Lights, lights)
All of the lights (all of the lights)
The piano stops playing as trumpets and fanfare start to fill the arena as "All of the Lights" by Kanye West starts to play. The words to the song flash on the screen with still images of the hooded man in various places around the world.
Turn up the lights in here baby
extra bright, I want y'all to see this
turn up the lights in here, baby
you know what I need
want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the lights
The music and video abruptly stops and the arena go black for a split seond before "GO!" echoes and "In Fate's Hands" by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus begins to play, the crowd jumping to their feet and starting to scream. Three spotlights shine and revolve around as if searching for someone, and the fans are on their feet, cheering in anticipation for the hero they know is coming. At the ten mark when the song rocks into life, red, white and blue pyros shoot outward with controlled chaos from the entrance stage for seven straight seconds. By the end of it, the three spotlights have aimed at the stage and await the arrival of a great fan favorite.
I remember a year ago
I was standing in the crowd
Waiting for my chance to break through
My chance to live again
At last the marVel Gabe Shelley comes out in the midst of these lyrics from behind the curtain, the fans' cheers only growing louder, and he steps up to the spotlight. He dons his hooded vest and points out to the fans. He lifts his hood up slightly to get a view of the fans, his face peeking out. In this hype, he plays to the fans with a smile and they highly respond to him and the lyrics. He takes a moment at the top of the ramp to soak in the cheers, buzz, and the electricity that fills the arena.
Now it seems I've found some friends who
Finally understand what it takes
To make this dream come true
We'll be here 'til the end
Shake it! Break it! Get off your feet!
Come dance with me and don't you fake it
Shake it! Break it! Get off your feet!
Come dance with me and don't you fake it
The fans are positively crazy about Gabe. He makes his way down the ramp, tags several hands along the way and climbs up the ring steps. He looks around one more time from his hood as he jumps up and over the ropes and spins around. Gabe picks a corner and easily jumps to the second ropes and bows down. He throws his hood back and his arms out with a smile on his face. He points outwards to the crowd as he jumps backwards, spinning and landing on his feet. He points to another corner and jogs over to it before jumping back up onto the second rope and plays to the other side of the crowd. He gives another jump and spin before taking a step forward. He draws to the center of the ring and throws his hands out; the crowd's roar of cheers only grow louder and flashes from cameras capture photos of the MarVel in all his glory.
Oh, wish I could thank you all for what you have done
and all of the things that you have shared with me.
Oh, wish I could take you all too where I must go wish I could take you all.
I'll take you with my heart.
Gabe's music starts to die down as chants of "Shelley, Shelley" fill the arena.
Rayne: Dave might have to get some repairs on the roof already because Shelley just brought the house down.
Gabe looks around the arena in pure awe of what's happening. He brings his hand up to his face and just shakes his head and breathes deep. He's handed a microphone from Benjamin and tries to quiet the crowd.
Gabe Shelley: Thank -
The crowd quickly cuts him off with cheers, causing him to pause for a moment. He turns to David Blazenwing who is still standing in the ring, holding the title and contract. Gabe points over to the title and gets a loud pop.
Gabe Shelley: Ok, ok. If we keep this up we'll have wasted the entire time slot for tonight's return show. All week long people have been coming up to me and asking "Gabe, what are you going to do?". I kept telling them I had no idea. Because until about 48 hours ago, I wasn't even sure myself. It's no secret that I tried to get back into a wrestling ring about 5 months ago, only for the company to go under the week before I were to debut. It's also no secret that the eWo is back and we all know the history I have over there. So, what am I going to do?
He turns his attention to Dave once again who has planted his feet and looks confident.
Gabe Shelley: Dave, I looked the contract over and I understand that as of right now I am a former BWF World Champion. Your deal is to sign and you'll name me the current and reigning champ.
Dave nods and adjusts the title on his shoulder.
Gabe Shelley: I told you a year ago when I won that title at Genesis that I was retired and nothing would change that. I had achieved the biggest goal I had for my wrestling career. I've seen a lot of people come and go and give up their lives to keep on doing this. Honestly, that was the biggest reason I ever walked away from this life. It's not because I can't still go, I promise you that. Right now in my life I'm trying to be a business man, I want to start a family someday.
The fans grow silent as things seem to be going in the direction they don't want.
Gabe Shelley: But a few days ago, I went to the TGW show in San Diego and saw the passion and fight I used to have in a brutal match between Leo Hayden and Russell Francis. They beat the living hell out of each other and kept on fighting. It was in that moment that I remembered what people used to say about me before I retired. Dave, you coined it yourself, years ago. I had the biggest heart and will you had ever seen step into a BWF ring. That heart and will is still there.
His voice starts to get excited and the fans can tell as many start to clamor and buzz. A few fans a ringside try to start up the "Shelley, Shelley" chant again. Gabe keeps talking as the passion grows.
Gabe Shelley: These fans in Milwaukee DESERVE a champion that loves this company like no other! These fans DESERVE to see the man they cheered for come back... home. They DESERVE to see ME hold that BWF World Championship high and defend it with honor! I may have won that title in front of a PWA crowd but I did it for these BWF fans.
He points out to the crowd as he finishes his sentence and then stares at Dave. He reaches out his hand and smiles, looking for a handshake.
Gabe Shelley: Dave, I hope you brought a pen.
He smirks as the fans erupt with excitement as Blazenwing hands Shelley a pen and the contract. He throws his signature onto it and hands it back to Dave who also can't help but smile.
David Blazenwing: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you YOUR BWF World Champion... GABE...
David starts to hand the title to Gabe as the Bradley Center stands and cheer.
David Blazenwing: ... SHELLEY!!!
He finishes handing off the title as Gabe lifts it high in the air and embraces it. He turns towards the turn buckle and climbs to the second rope to show off his championship. He points out to the crowd before getting down. Gabe throws the title over his shoulder and shakes Dave's hand again.
David Blazenwing: Welcome back to the BW-
"Come With Me" by Puff Daddy starts to play, interrupting the handshake as both Gabe and Dave turn their attention to the ramp. If the cheers for Dave, BWF and Shelley were loud, then you already know the intensity of the reception for the man coming out onto the BWF stage.
Chamelion wheels himself, without help, out from the back. The injuries sustained at Genesis a grim reminder to everyone as Chamelion is presented in a position he really does not like. None the less, the man looks around, Cheshire smile on his face and he has a mic in hand.
Chamelion: Seems you two forgot someone.
The crowd roars.
Chamelion: I said I'd be here tonight to lay claim to the BWF title, and I'm many things, but an outright liar ain't one of them.
Gabe and Dave look at each other, Shelley motioning with heated movements about the interruption.
Chamelion: Oh, chill. I said if I didn't show, I'd be lying, but I'm obviously in no position to compete for a long time, so I'm retracting my bid to make a claim for the title. Besides, whether Dave thinks last year was unsanctioned by BWF, it was sanctioned by the last officially recognized BWF Champion. It ALSO became official when Dave himself accepted a spot in the match. So, if you really wanna get technical, Davey Boy, when you said yes to the match, you said yes to the title being officially sanctioned. This kinda means, that even with all your bravado and luring Shelley into the BWF, he really doesn't have to sign anything.
Shelley turns to Dave, a smile on his face and Blazenwing freezes, not liking the direction this is going.
Chamelion: However, while I could argue all day with you that Shelley need not sign that paper to be crowned the last BWF Champion, to not be stripped of it, he should sign.
Role reverses with smiles on the men in the ring.
Chamelion: And since he was going too, anyway, then no harm, no foul, right?
Blazenwing shakes his head.
David Blazenwing: Then why all the talk, Mark?
Chamelion: Cause it's what I do, kiddo. Oh, congrats on winning at Genesis against a crippled man. I would have been content, but your quips against Marxx were... mean. Anyway, moving on... putting aside all of this, I truly, sincerely wish to congratulate Gabe Shelley. I did it last year at Genesis X when he won the title, and I'm doing it again now. You sign, you fight, and I will feel I made the absolute best choice by opting to give up the title a year ago to be defended by worthy superstars. But be advised, I may be out of the BWF, but my nephew... he's in, and tonight he's going to make a claim for a chance at your title when he beats Mr. Hardcore. That's something you can certainly go deposit in your account.
He blinks.
Chamelion: Sorry, stole a catchphrase there, didn't I? I'll let you two get back on with your business, and congrats Shelley, you deserve it... and Davey Boy... there will be another time, you can trust me on that one. Got it!?
Chamelion smirks, and turns and exits the stage.
Nick Webb: Quite a statement from Chamelion there, but tonight, the spotlight is firmly on the new BWF World Champion, Gabe Shelley.
Rayne: Gabe couldn't win that title when BWF was still running... it'll be interesting to see if he can defend it like a true Champion. My money's on him choking again!
Nick Webb: Don't tell me you're still betting on wrestling.
Rayne: Alright. I won't tell you.
Nick Webb: (facepalms) Some things really don't ever change. Ladies and gentleman, stay tuned, there's still a ton of BWF action coming your way!
Mark Zout vs. Father Superior
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall!
As the opening rift of "Unbreakable" by Fireflight tears across the airwaves of the arena, the color, intensity, and intervals of the lights begin to dance along with the chords.
Scott Benjamin: Introducing first, he hails from Montreal, Quebec, Canada... weighing in tonight at 207 pounds... he is Anti-Kayfabe... he is MARK ZOUT!!!
The lyrics begin, and Mark bursts out from behind the curtain. He sports new Green and Black tights with sick-looking kickpads. This author felt it was very important to include just how awesome these kickpads are. He raises both arms in the air, drawing a positive reaction from the Marks in the audience.
Mark slaps the hands of his fans as he runs down the entrance ramp until he dives into the ring, between the bottom and middle ropes, rolling afterward. He stands in the center of the ring, arms raised.
Nick Webb: Here's a guy who thinks outside the box - literally. He seems to get a kick out of revealing any and all insider secrets he can to all the fans who watch him talk.
Rayne: So, you're saying the secrets are pretty well protected, then?
Nick Webb: Don't let the facade fool you, underneath his comedic exterior lies a man willing to do anything to win.
Scott Benjamin: And introducing his opponent... he hails from Corpus Christi, Texas... weighing in tonight at 193 pounds... he is Mother Nature's Son... he is FATHER SUPERIOR!!!
"Injection" by Hans Zimmer does just as it's called and finds itself travelling through everyone in the venue as Father Superior stands at the top of the entrance ramp with both of his arms raised. There's an uncomfortable silence. He then continues down towards the ring, climbing in, and standing atop the nearest turnbuckle with a grace rarely seen in professional wrestling. He steps down, and leans against it, waiting for the match to begin.
Rayne: So, this guy is like Captain Planet or something, right?
Nick Webb: Did you even read the flash cards I made for you?
Rayne: Sure, I did. I think. There was a lot of drinking last night, so it's hard to remember.
Nick Webb: Well, Father Superior is -
Rayne: EARTH!
Nick Webb: Rayne, I -
Rayne: FIRE!
Nick Webb: I'm trying to tell you who -
Rayne: WIND! WATER! HEART!
Nick Webb: Oh, I didn't miss this one bit. That's for sure.
DING!
Senior referee Mike Kosiboski calls for the bell as Mark Zout and Father Superior circle one another in the ring. Superior steps towards Zout, who puts his hands up, takes a step back and loudly proclaims "Get away, I'm not an underage boy!" Superior stops, confused, and looks at referee Kosiboski, leaving Mark open to clothesline Superior to the mat.
Nick Webb: Well, that was unique.
With Superior down on the mat, Mark leapfrogs into the corner, and then flies backwards with a moonsault, landing squarely on Father Superior's chest. Mark covers.
1!
Kickout!
Superior gets his shoulder up and both men roll to their feet. Superior starts walking towards Mark again, but Mark points behind Father Superior and screams "Oh my God, it's Justin Bieber!" Father Superior turns around, then turns back to Mark Zout just in time to be hit by Zout's Sleepless in Seattle (Rolling, Pivoting Mexican Dropkick). Zout begins punching Superior once on the mat, then rolls off and motions for the Puget Sound of Pain (Muta Lock)!
Rayne: Looks like Mark Zout wants to put Father Superior away early!
Mark starts to put the hold on Father Superior, but Superior rolls, breaking Mark's grasp. He rolls to the ropes and pulls himself up, but Mark Zout charges for him. At the last second, Superior grabs the ropes and pulls them down, sending Mark tumbling to the outside of the ring. The crowd boos as Father Superior looks up at the sky, smirking, then appears to begin chanting something.
Nick Webb: What is Father Superior doing here?
Rayne: I don't know, it almost looks like he's... praying or something. Weird. He should be focusing on Zout!
Father Superior's chant ends as Mark rolls back into the ring. Superior turns to face Zout, who charges him again. This time, Superior catches him in the middle of the ring and hits the Scatterbrain (Cobra clutch, twisted into a short-range lariat), then stands over Zout triumphant before executing the Iron Lung (Knee strikes to a grounded opponent's head followed by floating over into a bridging arm triangle choke)!
Nick Webb: Hey, ref, he's choking him! Is that legal?
Rayne: Did the bell ring?
Nick Webb: No...
Rayne: Then I guess it's legal!
Mark struggles as the referee asks him if he wants to give up. Superior cranks the choke harder, but Mark starts pulling himself towards the ropes. The crowd support for Zout grows, clapping and cheering for the Anti-Kayfaber and after a thirty second struggle, Zout is able to drape his arm over the first rope. Referee Kosiboski forces Superior to break the submission, although he hangs on until the very last second to milk every last second he can out of the move. Superior then drags Mark back to the center of the ring and covers.
1!
2!
Kickout!
Despite being weakened by the chokehold, Mark Zout is able to kick out after a two count.
Rayne: This Zout guy is pretty resilient.
Nick Webb: No kidding!
Father Superior looks to the sky again, then pulls Mark to his feet before motioning for the Nature's Claw (Mandible Claw)! He goes for the move, but at the last possible second Zout grabs a hold of Superior's arm, lifts him onto his shoulders, and drops Superior in the middle of the ring with the Markout (Hawaiian Smasher)! The crowd cheers, but their cheers turn to boos as Mark goes for the cover. The reason for the boos is obvious after a moment, as before the referee can start counting the pin, PWA's Dos Cara leaps the barricade and rolls into the ring! Zout leaps to his feet just in time for Cara to hit him with a running belly to belly suplex! The referee has no choice to call for the bell as the crowd boos loudly.
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentleman, here is your winner as the result of a disqualification... MARK ZOUT!!!
Zout rolls out of the ring from the impact and Dos Cara follows. Zout scrambles to his feet and begins fist fighting with the man who defeated him at PWA's Genesis XI days before. The two men fight their way up the ramp and back through the curtain on the stage. The camera then shifts back to the ring, where Father Superior is starting to come to.
Nick Webb: Well, that's a disappointing way to start BWF off. Dos Cara isn't even on the roster, what is he doing here?
Rayne: Apparently, Mark Zout's not safe from Dos Cara in PWA OR BWF.
Nick Webb: And now, we'll never know if Zout's Markout was enough to put... wait a minute, who's that?
As Webb finishes, a man with a steel chair in hand leaps the barricade and slides into the ring... former REBEL Pro star Chris Casino!
Rayne: That's Chris Casino! He just signed with the BWF... but what's he got in mind with that chair?
Rayne's question is quickly answered as Casino swings a massive chair shot across the back of Superior! Superior drops to all fours and takes a second wicked chair shot! Casino spits on Superior, then pulls him to his feet, hooks him and hits the Bankrupt Version 2.0 (Spinning Unprettier) onto the chair!
Nick Webb: What an impact! Father Superior might be out cold!
Casino stalks around the ring, soaking in the boos as he smirks back at the crowd. Casino then returns to Superior and slides the chair out from under his head. Casino leisurely places the chair around the throat of Superior and then heads to the nearest corner.
Nick Webb: I don't like the looks of this...
Rayne: I do!
Once at the top rope, Casino smiles down at the unmoving Superior, then hits a top rope elbow onto the chair! The crowd gasps as Superior shoves the chair off and blood is pouring out of his mouth. Casino quickly rolls out of the ring as security rush the ring to break up the attack. Casino backtracks to the stage, grinning, as EMTs appear on the scene to aid Father Superior.
Nick Webb: What a brutal attack from Chris Casino... Father Superior might not be coming back from that one.
Rayne: I guess he should have brought the Planeteers to watch his back.
Nick Webb: Really? The guy's neck might be broken, and you're still making jokes?
Rayne: Yes. And?
Nick Webb: ...nevermind. Please don't go anywhere... there' s still lots more Havok to come, folks!
From Failing Hands...
Male Voice: You ready for this? This is your chance, Adrian. Your time to shine kiddo.
We fade in backstage to the door which is marked "MASAKAZU".
Female Voice: We believe in you, Mas.
The camera crew opens the door and we see Masakazu lacing up his boots nodding, his iPod ear plugs plugged into his ears with some sort of loud Japanese pop music playing from them. He obviously doesn't hear what the other two people in his locker room are saying.
Male Voice: He doesn't hear anything.
Female Voice: Aren't you mad your dad is banging me and not you?
Masakazu looks up and smiles, bobbing his head. Laughter comes from the other two and as the door fully opens up we see them clearly, and the arena with the fans watching on the Tron erupt into cheers.
Simon Kalis: You were born with your penis in your twin sister, Mas.
Tamika chuckles and shakes her head.
Tamika Nash Strader: Nope, don't think he heard that either.
Kalis leans forward and shakes his head taking note of the cameras.
Simon Kalis: Now they're going to believe that.
Masakazu: What???
Simon yanks the headphones from Masakazu's ears and shakes his head.
Simon Kalis: This is your moment to shine, are you even taking this seriously at all?
Masakazu: Don't worry, old man. I've got this covered.
Kalis scoffs, but he turns to Tamika and smiles proudly. He pulls out a cigarette from behind his ear and sparks it up.
Masakazu: Cody Tank. Ice Clark. I got this.
Kalis quickly facepalms. Tamika grapples to rip his hand from his face.
Masakazu: Hahaha, kidding! Jeez, you lost half your sight you must be losing your senses. You're not going senile on me are you old man?
Kalis scoffs, exhaling smoke.
Simon Kalis: You ready?
Masakazu: You're acting like I'm about to go into a PWA World title match at Genesis...
Masakazu smirks.
Masakazu: Too soon?
Tamika Nash Strader: I know you're just trying to act foolish for the cameras, Adrian. Don't deny what you are.
Tamika steps forward and puts her hands on his arms.
Tamika Nash Strader: You're a fighter. So do what you do best.
Masakazu: Sure thing, Tamika.
Kalis rubs the platinum PWA chain around his neck and sighs.
Simon Kalis: The legacy falls unto you, kiddo.
Kalis reaches into the breast pocket of his suit and pulls out a long platinum chain. Masa's eyes widen as he bows slightly forward. Simon Kalis slips the chain over his neck.
Simon Kalis: In Flanders fields the poppies blow. Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; and in the sky. The larks, still bravely singing, fly. Scarce heard amid the guns below.
Masakazu straightens out and holds the emblem in his hand, it is that of the Blazenwing Wrestling Federation.
Simon Kalis: We are the Dead. Short days ago. We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow. Loved and were loved, and now we lie. In Flanders fields.
Tamika bites her lip and mutters something about Simon always being theatrically dramatic but Masa himself is smiling.
Simon Kalis: Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw. The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die, we shall not sleep, though poppies grow... In Flanders fields.
Kalis hugs Masakazu and pats him on the back.
Masakazu: I got this.
Simon Kalis: We know you do.
Masakazu grabs the cigarette from Simon's mouth as he goes for another drag and slaps his dad on the chest.
Masakazu: Thanks old man.
Simon Kalis: What'd you think you're doing?
Masa turns and smirks, blowing smoke to his father's face.
Masakazu: You smoke before matches, hell you smoke during matches. Like you said old man, the torch is mine.
Masa holds the cigarette up and nods.
Masakazu: It's my time now.
He leaves the locker room and heads down the hall still smoking as Tamika and Simon are left in his locker room.
E-Phoen TV with Emily Corlen
Special Guest: Emanuel Cole
The camera shifts backstage, where a makeshift studio is set up. There are two chairs and a backdrop with a gigantic, sprawling emerald phoenix emblazoned across it. Between the two chairs, there is a round table with a stack of flashcards on it, giving the set an "Inside the Actor's Studio" feel to it. In the seats themselves, we find "The Emerald Phoenix" Emily Corlen, and her guest, the newly-signed Emanuel Cole.
Emily Corlen: Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the first edition of E-Phoen TV, starring yours truly, Emily Corlen! Tonight, I'd like to welcome my guest, "The Ideal Reflection" Emanuel Cole. Welcome to the show, Emanuel.
Emanuel Cole: This kind of looks dumpy. Am I in the right place?
Emily Corlen: Yes, and we had to work on a budget, so deal with it. (smiles innocently) So, to start things off... Emanuel Cole. Is that your real name, or some sort of super spy callsign?
Emanuel Cole: I can't possibly wrestle under my real name. If I were to do something like that I'd be stalked everywhere I went. My mailbox would be overstuffed by fan mail. Most importantly I'd have to actually pay attention to the scum-sucking calorie-injected slobs that fill the arena every week when they call out to me in passing. I'm beautiful, not stupid. And that makes one of us.
Emily Corlen: Oh, a charmer. I'll give you credit, though, you look pretty ripped. In fact, you call yourself the Ideal Reflection. Just how many hours a week do you need to train to stay in that kind of shape?
Emanuel Cole: Training? See, you're from the same school of thought as all these other gluttonous wastes of oxygen. I don't need training, doll face. I don't indulge in every artery-clogging food I find in the market like the fat disgusting pigs that make up the live audience. I eat healthy, reasonably sized portions and I lead an active lifestyle. Maybe if you tried skipping the dessert you could nail a couple of those problem areas, yeah?
Emily Corlen: I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about. Moving on... you call your finisher "The Perfect Opportunity". How did you come up with the move, and why is it so effective?
Emanuel Cole: Simply, it's a crucifix pin modified into a driver. It's called The Perfect Opportunity for a reason. If an opponent makes the mistake of turning his back to me I'm going to drop him on his head, and that's exactly what I do.
Emily Corlen: I see. Now, Emanuel, I took the liberty of looking up some information on you before this interview, but I couldn't find a thing. Are you that new, or that mysterious?
Emanuel Cole: Why does it have to be one or the other? There are a lot of haters out there. People don't like that I am the ideal reflection. People don't like that I have more willpower, talent, and appeal than they do. People don't like that I am the closest thing to God they will ever see. Just like throwing a loose shirt over a hundred pounds of extra fat these people think they can hide my talents from the world by blanketing the industry reviews by soft baby-faced talentless hacks. Well not anymore.
Emily Corlen: Strong words. That brings me to my next question, actually... why did you sign with the Blazenwing Wrestling Federation?
Emanuel Cole: I was approached after a show in Tennessee about the historic Blazenwing Wrestling Federation re-opening and looking for a mix of previous legends and all new young blood pumping with fresh talent. The Ideal Reflection Emanuel Cole. It just sounds like it belongs in lights, doesn't it? Now obviously, being this perfect I could have had my pick in feds. So why BWF? Because it was the best. It was always the best. BWF - Best Wrestling Federation. It's the closest thing to perfect that isn't me. We belong together.
Emily Corlen: Alright, and now that you're here, what are your plans going forward?
Emanuel Cole: Forward? No. I have plans for ascension. The BWF has a lot of talents, but it's only got one Emanuel Cole. Without me as World Champion Mr. Blazenwing is begging for his fed to wither and die. I draw the crowds, I sell the tickets, I move the merchandise. That's just how things are going to be. Don't believe it? Look at this face. You can't put a price on it, but you can put it on a T-shirt.
Emily Corlen: Going off topic for a moment, I need to ask... who does your hair? It looks very soft! I always have to deal with split ends and, well, anyways...
Emanuel Cole: Yes, I can see that. It's been a bit bothersome this entire time, actually. I have Paul Mitchell personally see me every twenty days. The price of perfection isn't what the common slobs who come in to the arena and pay my salary will ever see in their lifetimes. Sound crazy? Look at these perfect locks and tell me it's not worth it.
Emily Corlen: Ha ha... you're certainly not modest. On that note, do you have anything to say to the other superstars of the BWF?
Emanuel Cole: (A scoff) What, to those Neanderthals? Hardly.
Emily Corlen: How about anything to say to the Owner of the federation himself, David Blazenwing?
Emanuel Cole: David, your scouts did real well with me. You just sit back, relax, and watch the profits soar.
Emily Corlen: Last question before we wrap it up, in ten words or less, tell me why you're the biggest superstar BWF has to offer.
Emanuel Cole: (He removes his shirt and indicates his abs.) A picture is worth a thousand words. You tell me.
Emily stares at Emanuel's abs, mesmerized for a few moments. She suddenly snaps to attention, and looks into the camera.
Emily Corlen: Uh, well, that wraps up this edition of E-Phoen TV. Emanuel, thank you very much for joining me.
Emanuel Cole: The pleasure was all yours.
Emily Corlen: Nice. Rayne, Nick, back to you!
Cody Clark vs. Icetank vs. Masakazu
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentleman, the following Triple Threat Match is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, he hails from Halton Hills, Ontario, Canada... weighing in tonight at 225 pounds... he is the Gutter Phenomenon... he is CODY CLARK!!!
The lights in the arena dim and take on a dark red hue. The opening chords of "Ebolarama" by Every Time I Die cue up and the crowd goes insane. Cody Clark steps out on to the stage and stops at the top of the ramp. He scans the crowd and smirks before he mocks tossing a grenade in front of him. Pyro then explodes behind him and The Gutter Phenomenon makes his way to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope and makes his way to the middle of the ring. There he steps on the second rope and raises on fist as pyro explodes from all four turnbuckles.
Nick Webb: If you would have told me three years ago that we would one day see Cody Clark in a BWF ring once again, I would have told you that you were insane.
Rayne: And yet, here we are, 2011 and Cody Clark is back with the BWF! Smart money says he's easily a front runner for Gabe Shelley's BWF World Championship.
Nick Webb: And with the history those two have, that's a match I'd certainly love to see.
Scott Benjamin: Introducing next, he hails from a local tavern near you by way of Brookfield, Wisconsin... weighing in tonight at 287 pounds... he is the IT Motherfucker... he is ICETANK!!!
"Stone Cold Crazy" by Metallica hits the BlazenTron as the stage erupts with pyro. The crowd begins cheering wildly as Icetank walks out onto the stage. In one hand, he holds a poolcue, in his other hand, he holds a bottle of Jack Daniels. He takes a swig from the bottle and laughs, then walks down the ramp as more pyro goes off along the sides of the ramp. When he reaches the ring, Icetank takes another swig off the bottle of Daniels, then tosses the poolcue into the ring. He slides inside the ring, grabs the pool stick again, then begins taunting for the crowd until his music fades.
Rayne: Now, here's a man I'd like to party with. JACK DANIELS! WOO!
Nick Webb: Not only that, but Icetank has proven in the past that he can go, and just a few weeks ago, he took Chamelion to the limit in PWA. Discounting Icetank in a big match situation would be a mistake.
Rayne: JAAAAAAACK!
The lights in the arena dim as "Invaders Must Die" by The Prodigy begins to play over the speakers.
Scott Benjamin: And finally, he hails from Osaka, Japan...
The crowd rise to their feet and some boo, some cheer as Masakazu steps out from backstage in black gi loose fitting pants which are emblazoned with the "First Class Felony" emblem down the right side of his leg, black boots with golden laces and black elbow pads. He tightens the dirty white cloth that he uses as a headband over his forehead and steps forward. He raises his arms and pyros begin to arch at either side of him, engulfing him completely.
Scott Benjamin: Weighing in tonight at 220 pounds...
Masakazu sways back and forth and begins walking down to the ring, focus and passion burning in his eyes as he stares straight ahead. He slaps the hands of those fans who cheer him, and ignores the jeers of those fans who boo him as he climbs up the steel steps and hops over the top rope into the ring.
Scott Benjamin: He is the First Class Superstar... he is MASAKAZU!!!
{WE ARE-THE PRODIGY}
At this moment, Masakazu jumps in the air and drops to one knee as he lands, his hands placed out and against the canvas as further pyros shoot off behind him in spectacular show. He seems to say a few silent blessings upon himself before he rises back to his feet, stretching and preparing for the match.
Nick Webb: In my estimation, here is your wild card right here. Masakazu, the son of former PWA World Champion Simon Kalis. He's never been inside a BWF ring before, but he's accomplished quite a bit in PWA and I look forward to seeing what he brings to the table here tonight.
Rayne: Is that Jackie Chan?
Nick Webb: We've been over this, Rayne. Not every Asian man you see is Jackie Chan.
Rayne: Well, of course not. That would be silly. Some of them are Bruce Lee.
Nick Webb sighs loudly as referee Jack Swanson calls for the bell.
DING!
The bell rings as all three men glance at one another. Icetank takes initiative, walking over to Cody Clark and getting in his face regarding the comments Clark made earlier this week about IT's mental capacity. Clark responds by spitting in Icetank's face, then slugging him hard, sending Icetank stumbling back a few feet. Suddenly, Ice rolls backwards - Masakazu rolls him up with a school boy!
1!
2!
No! Cody Clark breaks up the pin by cracking Masa in the back of the head with a stiff boot. The crowd utters an "ooh" as Icetank stumbles to his feet and charges Clark. Clark grabs the ropes and sends Icetank stumbling to the outside, then begins punching Masa repeatedly.
Nick Webb: Cody Clark doesn't seem to have lost a step since leaving BWF years ago. If nothing else, he almost looks more dangerous!
Cody finishes his rapid punching session, then stands in time to see Icetank climbing onto the apron. Clark runs to the other side of the ring, then charges Ice, hitting him with a running spear through the ropes that sends both men tumbling to the outside of the ring! A loud "CO-DY-CLARK" chant starts up as the Gutter Phenomenon reaches his feet and grins sadistically.
Rayne: Now THAT is the Cody Clark we all know and... well, know.
Cody spends a few moments pulling the protective mat off of the ground surrounding him, then pulls Icetank to his feet and puts him in position for the Deadicator (Flip Piledriver w/ Theatrics)!
Nick Webb: Oh no! He could kill Icetank if he hits this on the concrete! Somebody stop him!
Rayne: Why? This is EXACTLY what Clark said he was going to do! Besides, I think he needs to worry more about Masakazu than Icetank right now...
Almost as if hearing Rayne's words from the other side of the ring, Cody drops Icetank and turns in time to see Masakazu soaring off of the top rope to the outside, landing across both Clark and Icetank with an amazing Prodigy (Corkscrew shooting star press)! The crowd comes alive with a "Holy Shit!" chant as all three men lie at ringside.
Nick Webb: OH MY GOD! What a move!
Rayne: No kidding! You'd almost think that kid had a little Mexican in him.
Nick Webb: RAYNE!
Rayne: What? I don't get paid to be P.C.! HA!
Several seconds pass before the first person, Masakazu, begins to stir. He slowly pulls himself to his feet with the aid of the nearby barricade, then high fives an impressed fan at ringside before pulling Icetank to his feet. Masa drags Ice over to the ring, then slides him inside. Before he can follow, however, a recovered Cody Clark comes up from behind and nails him in the back of the head with another high kick! Masa collapses to the mat as Clark rolls inside, charges at the ropes, then leaps off and hits Icetank with a L'astronaut (Springboard Temple Kick), dropping him back onto the mat! Cody goes for the cover.
1!
2!
...no! A kickout at the last second from Icetank, and Cody pounds the mat in frustration.
Nick Webb: I'll be honest, I thought Cody had it there.
Rayne: I thought you said never to discount Icetank?
Nick Webb: Since when do you listen to anything I say?
Rayne: What? Sorry, I saw boobs in the second row.
Nick Webb: You are a boob.
Rayne: I wish. I'd play with myself all night, maybe get some oil and -
Nick Webb: STOP!
Rayne: (shrugs) Your loss. It was pretty hot.
Back in the ring, Cody pulls Icetank up, then slaps him and flips him the middle finger. Icetank, pretty out of it at this point, takes a swing, but Cody knees Icetank hard in the gut before putting him in position for and executing the Deadicator (Flip Piledriver w/ Theatrics)! The crowd cheers loudly as Cody covers Icetank.
1!
2!
...NO! At the last second, Masakazu dives in, breaking up the pin!
Nick Webb: Wow! Masakazu with the split second save! Cody Clark was a fraction of a second away from winning this match!
Rayne: Damn Mexicans, always ruining everything.
Nick Webb: HE'S NOT MEXICAN! He's Asian!
Rayne: Weird music, funny meats, side of rice. Why are we splitting hairs?
Cody Clark and Masakazu rise to their feet and immediately tie up in the center of the ring. Cody gains the upper hand and rolls behind Masa, then puts him in position for a reverse DDT. Masa fights out of it with elbows to the gut of Clark, however, then ties up with him again. This time, Masa is able to pull out a suplex, but he keeps it hooked and swings his legs for a second. Cody reverses the second suplex though and knees Masa hard in the gut, quickly shifting position to drop Masa with a double arm DDT. Clark covers.
1!
2!
No! Icetank, having finally revived, breaks up the pin and immediately starts throwing wild haymakers at anybody in his path.
Nick Webb: Icetank is back with a vengeance!
Icetank pulls Clark to his feet and headbutts him hard, then whips Clark across the ring and catches him with a sidewalk slam. He goes to hook the cover, but before the referee can start counting, Masa rebounds off the ropes and hits Icetank square in the jaw with a baseball slide! Icetank rolls backwards as Masa pulls Clark up to his feet. Clark grabs Masa's head and hits a jawbreaker, then runs to the ropes and goes for a running clothesline. At the last second, however, Masa dodges the clothesline, then hooks Cody's arms from behind before lifting him off the mat and hitting a seamless MasaDriver (The Gringo Killer)! Cody rolls to the outside of the ropes on the apron as Masakazu notices Icetank rising on the other side of the ring. Icetank charges at Masakazu, but Masa dodge rolls out of Icetank's way, sending him running right into the ropes, causing Cody Clark to bounce off of the apron and land hard at ringside onto the exposed concrete!
Rayne: Hard landing for Clark!
As Icetank rebounds off the ropes, slightly stunned, Masakazu catches Icetank from behind, hooks the arms, and delivers a lightning-quick First Class (Spinning Kamikaze)! Masa covers!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentleman, here is your winner... MASAKAZU!!!
"Invaders Must Die" by The Prodigy begins to play over the speakers as Masakazu reaches his feet, grinning from ear to ear. Icetank is out cold and referee Swanson is now outside at ringside, checking on Cody Clark. Simon Kalis and Tamika Nash Strader stand on the stage, staring at Masakazu. Masa looks over at them and Simon nods.
Nick Webb: What a win for the young Masakazu tonight in his BWF debut! With moves like that, the youngest son of Simon Kalis is poised to make quite an impact here in the BWF!
Rayne: Don't discount Cody Clark, though! He very nearly won this match numerous times. I still say that this is the guy Gabe needs to be worried about defending his title against!
Nick Webb: Needless to say, the next couple of weeks are going to be VERY interesting here on Havok!