Post by David Slayton on Mar 21, 2013 7:11:24 GMT -6
Episode 134 - March 14, 2011
It's the last Havok before No Asylum! Nick Webb and Rayne open Monday Night Havok by welcoming fans to the Izod Center in East Rutherford, New Jersey!
Four men have fallen in the No Asylum Tournament and four remain, but only two can proceed to the pay-per-view and face Gabe Shelley for the BWF World Championship! New Jersey is the battleground on March 14, as Masakazu, Jacob Collins, Emanuel Cole and Camisado wage war to determine the top two contenders to Shelley's title.
In addition, Gabe Shelley himself will be in action, competing in a BWF ring for the first time since 2007 - and for the first time as it's Champion! Plus, Chris Casino and the debuting Joshua Danielson will battle, plus more! The road to No Asylum reaches its end on Havok this week...
E-Phoen TV with Katie James
Special Guest: Gabe Shelley
Nick Webb: Kicking us off tonight, let's turn it to the ring for a very special E-Phoen TV.
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentlemen, in the ring, please help me in welcoming Katie James!
James stands in the middle of the ring and waves to the crowd as she turns her attention towards the entrance ramp. The fans are abuzz as before we went on air we found out that Gabe Shelley would be holding the interview that should have been last week.
Scott Benjamin: And now, ladies and gentlemen, the BWF World Champion... he is the marVel... GABE... SHELLEY!!!
The lights slowly dim down until it's pitch black and the low guitar strumming of "In Fate's Hands" by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus rolls throughout the arena. 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's dressed down in a suit jacket over a black t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. On his right hand is the wrapped up splint that was injured in a freak hockey accident. Gabe points out to the fans and starts to make his way down to the ring. He jumps to the ring apron and climbs into the ring before walking over to Katie James.
The two share a kiss on the cheek as the music dies down and they are seated across from each other at a coffee table in the middle of the ring. The fans die down as we're welcomed.
Katie James: Thank you for coming, Gabe. There are so many things I think that the fans are wanting to hear from you since you've become the BWF World Heavyweight Champion.
Gabe Shelley: Thank you for having me, it's always a pleasure to be inside a ring with you. I still remember the last time you and I stood in a BWF ring. Do we-? Yeah, let's roll that footage!
Everyone turns their attention to the BlazenTron as old BWF footage starts to play on the screen.
Scott Benjamin: And it's for the BWF United States Championship!
We see Gabe Shelley entering the ring with the United States Championship around his waist as Katie James awaits in her ring gear. Gabe poses in a corner for the crowd before jumping off the turnbuckle and landing on his feet. He hands off the title to the referee and the bell sounds to start the match! The fans are cheering as the two get close to one another.
Gabe puts his arm around Katie's back and pulls her close as the fans seem confused. He leans down and kisses her! The crowd gasps and as Katie puts her arms around his neck and Gabe falls to the mat. He knocks on the mat to get the referee's attention!
1...
2...
3!
Katie James just pinned Gabe Shelley!
Rayne: What the hell was that!?
Nick Webb: I think Gabe Shelley just helped Katie James win the United States Championship!
Katie realizes what just happened and she helps pull Gabe to his feet, a smile on her face.
Scott Benjamin: Here is your winner and NEW BWF United States Champion... Katie James!
The film ends and James is blushing back in the ring as Shelley can't help but smile.
Gabe Shelley: Ah, the old times huh?
James clears her throat and focuses on her flashcards and flips her hair back.
Katie James: I don't think that's what the fans all came here to see tonight. I think they're more interested on your thoughts on who your opponent might be for No Asylum.
Gabe starts to chuckle and just nods, going along with the interview.
Gabe Shelley: Well, Katie, I think no matter who makes it to the title match I'm going to have a tough challenge. On one end we'll either have Camisado who I've seen grow into a very solid wrestler. I've followed him for most of his career and he's on the brink of really busting through the glass ceiling. He reminds me a lot of myself when I was in BWF the first time around. He has the charisma, the skill, now it's just up to if he has enough heart and determination to really make it. I think given the right tools he could be a big star in BWF.
Gabe Shelley: Now, aside from Cam, I really haven't got to see a lot from the other challengers. This Emanuel Cole has the look and swagger to be something special but he's also riding a line that'll cause him to get lost in the shuffle. Would Cole have won that match had it not been against Brandon Jones? Jones slipped up when he left the ring to get that weapon, so I still need to see something special from Cole. Then you have Jacob Collins and Masakazu. Both have amazing talent and Collins is really coming into his own. I'm going to reserve judgment until we see who can come out victorious. I do say that I have a lot of respect for both of these men.
James sits forward and flips through her cards and seems to get very serious.
Katie James: How will your hand injury affect you in the match not only at No Asylum, but tonight as well.
Gabe Shelley: It's going to be tough but I've never been one to turn away from a challenge. I know that Tao is going to bring everything tonight and go all out in order to make an impression. I remember being in his shoes, getting a chance to make an impact. Win or lose I know that it'll be a tough battle.
Katie James: Tao claims he is going to represent the BWF in the AOWF Title match. Your feelings?
Gabe Shelley: More power to him, I don't want to do it anyway. Really though my job is to be the best in the BWF, nothing more and nothing less. I think the AOWF has many great qualities but I also think that they need to take a step back and reassess. I've been close to or involved in the NWA and the CWC and each were on the verge of having a great inter-fed, just like the AOWF is. I know the AOWF has been around forever and there is a lot of history I don't know about it. But, where it's at in this state, it needs so work.
Katie James: Fair enough. Many are calling you the new face of the BWF and that it's almost not only a new start for the company, but an entirely new era.
Gabe sits forward and rest his elbows on his knees.
Gabe Shelley: You know Katie, there's a lot you can take out of that. This is a new era in the BWF not only in the sense that it's been 4 years since it's been open but in the sense that there are many new faces. Not to have a big head here or anything but I'm the only guy outside of Cody Clark that has any real history with the company and we know how that ended for him. I've always been someone the fans have looked up to and that's why I'm here. BWF has all this potential to regrown into one of the biggest companies there is and I want to help it. I didn't come back to BWF to prove anything, I've done everything I could ever of dreamed of in my career. Katie, I'm here to show the world how amazing BWF is.
Katie James: Well what do you want to achieve here in BWF?
The question takes Gabe back and into thought. He sits back in his chair and looks around and smiles.
Gabe Shelley: I want to have some of the best matches in BWF history, I want to hold onto this title, and then come WrestleFest.... David will see that I'm one of the greatest starts to ever step foot into his ring and put me into the Hall of Fame.
The fans start to cheer as Gabe stands up and pats his title.
Gabe Shelley: Katie, I want to thank you for your time but there will be plenty of time for more interviews because I don't plan on going anywhere for a long, long time. At No Asylum, I show the world why I'm the BWF Champion.
"In Fate's Hands" by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus starts playing as Gabe approaches the nearest turnbuckle and poses with his BWF World Title. Katie smiles in his direction as the fans cheer loudly.
Nick Webb: What a statement from the BWF World Champion just one week before defending his title for the first time!
Rayne: And don't forget, he's got a challenge tonight in the debuting Tao as well!
Nick Webb: Oh, I didn't forget! We've got a commercial coming up, folks, but stay tuned because we've got an amazing show in store for you all tonight!
Chris Casino vs. Joshua Danielson
The bell rings and Casino and Danielson immediately begin trading punches. After a brief scuffle, Danielson gains the upper hand, whipping Casino hard into the ropes before charging with a big running dropkick to Casino's chest. Casino slumps down into the corner, leaving Danielson to run at him with a big Cannonball! (Flipping Senton to a seated opponent in the corner) followed by a cover, which nets Danielson a two count.
The match continues, as Casino fights back and catches Danielson a few minutes later with his signature Superkick, netting Casino a two count of his own. Casino throws a few more punches and tries whipping Danielson into the corner, but Danielson reverses into a hurricanrana, sending Casino tumbling into the corner instead! Danielson then goes for a second Cannonball!, but this time, Casino dodges it, sending Danielson ass first into the corner! Danielson stumbles to his feet, stunned, but Casino is waiting, catching Danielson with his Rolling The Hard 7 (STO into a Koji Clutch Submission)!
Danielson struggles to reach the ropes, gracing the nearest one with his fingers, but Casino rolls them back into the center of the ring, and with nowhere to go, Danielson finally has no choice but to submit.
WINNER: Chris Casino, via Submission
Following the match, Casino refuses to break the hold. Referees quickly swarm the ring and break both of these men apart, removing Casino from the ring. The crowd comes to life, though, as Danielson breaks away from the referees and leaps over the ropes, soaring to the ground with a Spinning Crossbody! Casino turns around and the move catches him awkwardly, causing an audible crack heard through the arena. Danielson stands up and leans down to Casino, shouting "I don't die!" before heading up the ramp.
As Danielson reaches the stage, BWF interviewer Will Irwin catches him and asks how this loss will affect his momentum heading into next week's U.S. title match at No Asylum. Danielson shakes his head and says "Man, if I can't beat a jackoff like Casino, I have no business competing for the United States Title. I'll be back when I'm ready to show these people what I'm REALLY made of." The crowd cheers for Danielson as he heads back through the curtain and Havok cuts to commercial.
The Man Behind the Mask
We fade backstage where we see Masakazu push open the locker room door to Tao's spot in the arena.
Tao: What'd you want?
Tao seems agitated but Masa just smirks, shaking his head.
Masakazu: Relax, Tao. I just wanted to say... I know who you are.
Tao glares at Masakazu.
Tao: That so, kid?
Masakazu: Yeah. You were one of those mercs my father hired during the Order of Chaos fiasco in PWA.
Tao: What's it to you?
Masakazu steps forward, extending a hand.
Masakazu: Just saying, I got your back if you got mine.
Tao looks down at Masakazu's hand for a moment and nods, shaking it.
Tao: Yeah.
Masakazu smirks again, backing out of Tao's locker room as we fade to the ring.
Proving He Still Has It
Cody Clark hits the ring next and The Gutter Phenomenon is not looking at all like himself. His entrance lacks the usual energy and his face is expressionless. He looks almost sad as he passes the fans on the ramp and enters the ring. After taking hold of a microphone and letting the music die, Clark congratulates recent rival Masakazu on his victory from last week. He puts Masa over, telling the crowd that he may be the new face of BWF. The crowd claps at this sign of sportsmanship but know that that is not the reason Clark is standing in front of them.
A moment passes as Clark contemplates his next words. He sighs and then moves to explain that over the past week he has been forced to acknowledge a serious truth - that he may not be able to go in the ring anymore. The crowd boo's, still believing in the former BWF Champion. He waves their boos off, almost arrogantly.
He goes on to say that he isn't out to the ring to retire, he is out to prove himself. He notes that he wasn't booked in a match on tonight's show but that doesn't mean he can't come out and issue an open challenge. The crowd roars, their fears of the Gutter Phenomenon retiring officially silenced. Through the cheers Clark promises not leave the ring until someone accepts his challenge. He then sits on the top rope and looks to the ramp. The crowd is silent in anticipation. A few moments passed as Clark and no one responds. Clark chuckles and asks, "are of all you Nancys afraid to tangle with a Hall of Famer?"
Slightly annoyed, Clark shifts his focus and acknowledges his inclusion in the United States title match at No Asylum. He says that he didn't earn that spot so if someone wants in the match, they can make it so if they hit the ring and beat him. The crowd roars and we wait a few more moments but no one answers. Clark explains that the United States Championship is storied in BWF and any of the rookies in the back should jump at this chance. "What's the fucking hold up?" he asks.
With that, "Better Off Dead" by Death From Above 1979 cues up. New faces in Finale and Ramona Holiday hit the stage and both are looking very smug. Nick Webb notes that both newcomers were trained by the same man as Clark, Scott Palmer. Finale gets on the mic and asks Clark if he was ever going to return his calls. Many audience members are puzzled by this and that's because they don't know of the quality programing eWo offers on HBO. Nick Webb fills in the blanks, stating that Clark had Finale and Holiday fired from eWo just last week.
Clark retorts by telling him that he never wanted him hired in the first place. The Gutter Phenomenon is beginning to get angry as he explains to the two former Nerverackers that "eWo business has no relevance here" and then explains that the matter at hand is who wants to try and earn a U.S. title shot, not who got who fired. Clark calls Finale a 'freak bitch' and tells him to leave immediately, stating that airtime is for BWF wrestlers, not eWo rejects. The young star then has his companion display his freshly inked BWF contract. The crowd boo's and Finale lets them before finishing with, 'I accept.'
He charges the ring and Clark hops down off of the turnbuckle, ready for action.
WINNER IS IN THE U.S. TITLE MATCH AT NO ASYLUM
Cody Clark vs. Finale
Finale slides into the ring and leaps up from his knees to spear the Hall of Famer down to the mat. Finale lays into Clark with a series of rights and lefts. With his opponent downed, Finale takes the opportunity to mock Clark, begging him to get up. The Hall of Famer obliges and nails Finale with a stiff uppercut, staggering him backwards. Clark keeps the pressure on the rookie, backing him into the corner. He hit him with a few big shots and then a large chop, which sends Finale stumbling out of the corner. Clark then charges and goes for L'astronaut (Springboard Temple Kick) but Finale sidesteps it and grounds him with a hip toss. The rookie impresses by instantly chaining that into his Buffalo '66 heel hook! Clark screams in pain and reaches for the ropes, perhaps underestimating a man he should know quite well.
Ramona Holiday watches from the outside, yelling deterring remarks at Clark. The eWo Chairman reaches the bottom rope with one hand and then proceeds to flip her off, inciting laughter and cheers from the Clark Marks in the house. Clark then darts around and staggers Finale with a rising uppercut. The rookie is backed into the ropes and Clark shoots him across the ring. On his return Clark takes him down with a sit-out spinebuster! He covers but only gets two. He waits for Finale to rise and when he does he sends him head first into the mat with a Minnie Driver (Double Underhook Kneeling Piledriver)! Finale is down and Clark is looking to wrap things up.
The Gutter Phenomenon takes hold of the rookie's feet and then goes to apply his signature Sharpshooter Deluxe but amazingly, Finale showcasing his technical prowess, reverses it back into the Buffalo '66! Clark is trapped in the hold for a second time and the crowd is beginning to really get behind him. He screams while reaching for the ropes and again Ramona Holiday is there to tell him he can't do it. Clark then starts laughing and instead he somehow uses his free foot to boot Finale in the jaw, breaking the hold.
Both men are down momentarily but Clark is the first to rise. Finale isn't far behind but those precious few moments earn him a boot to the mid-section. Doubled over he is then set up for Clark's Deadicator. The showman in Clark makes him take a few moments to get the crowd going and that's all the opportunity Finale needs. He drops to his knees, takes Clark over with a fireman's carry and when the Hall of Famer scrambled to his feet, Finale him in the gut with a big boot. The crowd boo's as Finale displays his strong style and drops Clark with the Absolute Powerbomb! Clark hits the mat hard on the back of his neck and ends up face down.
Finale darts and then quickly locks in Tiger Blood (Cattle Mutilation)! The crowd boo's as they assume Clark will tap but the Gutter Phenomenon refuses. They attempt to rally behind him with cheers but Clark is stranded in the middle of the ring. The hold is cinched in for a few moments longer and then something snaps. Clark's pride has apparently lead to his down fall as his left arm bends unnaturally while stuck in the brutal hold. The referee checks on Clark and sees that he has, in fact, passed out from the pain. The bell rings.
WINNER: Finale, via Ref Stoppage
"Better Off Dead" by Death From Above 1979 plays again, this time it definitely signals Finale's arrival. Ramona Holiday joins him in the ring as they watch the EMTs load Clark onto a stretcher. His arm is clearly broken and the fans share their displeasure with BWF's newest stars via deafening boo's. The two simply soak it in as "Monster" by Skillet hits and BWF Co-Commissioner James Reilly steps out onto the stage, mic in hand and U.S. Championship over his shoulder, glaring at Finale and Ramona in the ring.
James Reilly: Well well well, look what we have here. Taking out Cody Clark? Not a feat to roll your eyes at. I like you, kid. You have potential.
Finale smirks and rubs his hands together as Reilly continues.
James Reilly: Now, you've got a shot at the United States Championship next week at No Asylum, along with the giant pile of crap that couldn't make it to the main event. Even though I think the lot of you deserve absolutely nothing, save perhaps for this guy here in the ring, you are lucky that my "partner" was able to get his two cents in.
The crowd cheers loudly at the mention of Icetank.
James Reilly: Thanks to him, you will all be receiving a shot at the United States title. Well, not Danielson, he forfeit his shot, and not Casino either, the guy's got a cracked wrist thanks to Danielson! Luckily for those of you who are still competing for the title, Icetank isn't here this week to get in my way, so the match stipulation is MINE to make, and mine alone.
The crowd boos a bit at this.
James Reilly: So, it'll be Mr. Hardcore, this guy here in the ring, Finale, you said your name was? You two, along with whoever loses tonight between Emanuel Cole and Camisado and Jacob Collins and Masakazu, at No Asylum... in a Fatal Four Way Ladder Match!
The crowd cheers loudly at the mention of the popular match stipulation.
James Reilly: There, you see? I'm not a bad guy when I don't have that retarded buffoon breathing down my neck. Now, the rest of you, enjoy the show. I, unlike most of you, have work to do.
"Monster" by Skillet hits again and James Reilly walks backstage. Nick Webb and Rayne muse about how exciting the U.S. title match at No Asylum just became while Finale looks up, where the United States Title will be in one week's time, before the scene fades to commercial.
The C.E.O. and the Champ
We rejoin the broadcast in the backstage area of the Izod Center with BWF World Champion Gabe Shelley sitting in the locker room by himself. His hand sits unwrapped and without it's splint. He has changed into his wrestling gear and the hood of his vest is up, hanging just a little down his face. The door to the locker room opens slowly as we see BWF C.E.O. David Blazenwing peek his head in, shooting a “Sup†head nod to Gabe. Shelley pulls his hood back and pulls off a pair of headphones off that were being hidden.
Gabe Shelley: Hey man, what's up?
Blazenwing walks in and sits on the bench beside him as Gabe reaches for his hard splint, gauze, and the wrap.
David Blazenwing: I know I'm not supposed to play favorites and trust me, I'm not. I'm checking up on my investment. Are you sure you're up for this? You know, the hand and all.
Gabe shrugs his shoulders and starts to wrap the splint himself.
Gabe Shelley: I don't have much of a choice do I? What should I do? Sit at home for another six weeks until it heals and give up my title? No way. I got hurt and I'm going to “Brett Favre†it up and keep playing with injury. The worse that could happen is I injure it further and they have to put a hard cast on it. I'll be fine.
Dave points to Gabe's hand.
David Blazenwing: Shouldn't you have someone do that for you? I can send in one of the trainers or something, or hey... - where's your gal, Alexia?
Gabe just sighs and bites his bottom lip as he keeps wrapping.
Gabe Shelley: I got it. I've been hurt enough to know what I'm doing...
David puts his hand on Gabe's shoulder.
David Blazenwing: Ok, now, as your friend... Where's Alexia?
All Gabe can do is shrug as he pulls the last bit of the wrap tight before grabbing some tape to hold it.
Gabe Shelley: All I know is she didn't ever get on the plane to Jersey. I came out Saturday because I have some old friends from years ago when Krystal and I lived in Jersey City. She was supposed to be here yesterday afternoon but she never showed up. There isn't any record of her checking in...
He turns to Dave and just shakes his head.
Gabe Shelley: I don't know man.
David pats him on the shoulder and stands up, knowing Gabe would want some time alone to prepare.
David Blazenwing: I can't say good luck out there but I can say just don't get hurt, bad for business.
Gabe stands up and the two former eWo Tag Team Champions shake hands as Dave walks out the door.
The Last Superstar Speaks
Nick Webb: I'm being told we've got someone coming out to the ring.
Rayne: I heard as well, but it can't be right. Can it?
Suddenly "Miserlou" by Dick Dale and his Del-Tones hits and the crowd jumps to their feet in confusion at first, but then in an uproar of cheers!
Rayne: No way!
Nick Webb: I don't believe it, Rayne!
Simon Kalis steps out onto the stage finishing off a beer before he chucks it to the ground and slaps his chest, saluting the fans at Havok.
Rayne: Simon Kalis?! Here in the BWF?
Nick Webb: Who knows he might be going Johnny Maverick on the AoWF, Rayne!
Kalis takes his time getting to ringside, slapping the hands of fans and signing autographs.
Nick Webb: A pleasant surprise for BWF fans here tonight, to be sure.
Rayne: Do you hear that, Nick?
Nick Webb: No, what is it?
Rayne: The sound of Havok's ratings skyrocketing!
Kalis grabs a beer from a fan at ringside and drinks it, throwing them back a hundred dollar bill much to the fans delight. He waves as he finally walks up the steps and into the ring. He grabs a microphone and waits for the crowd to calm down. Yet they continue to cheer, hoot and holler.
Nick Webb: Everyone's electrified right now, I wonder what he's going to say.
Rayne: I think he could start speaking french and no one would bat an eyelash.
Kalis takes a seat on one of the turnbuckles and lights a cigarette, yelling at a beer vendor to throw him one. He cracks it open and chugs it savagely, smoking his cigarette with the speed and finesse of any ghetto man. He alternates between his beer and his cigarette, all smiles as he slaps his BWF t-shirt, the music continues to play now on repeat.
Nick Webb: So he's enjoying himself.
Rayne: Looks like it.
Simon bobs his head to the music, ashing his cigarette outside of the ring respectfully as he polishes off his beer.
Nick Webb: Hey you know the theme music he came out to is the Pulp Fiction theme right?
Rayne: Thought it sounded familiar.
Simon finally hops down and puts his cigarette out in the beer can before chucking it far and deep into the crowd. He laughs and picks the microphone back up and finally asks the crowd to calm down.
Simon Kalis: BWF! HOW YA DOING?!
He wobbles around the ring looking like Jeff Hardy, all smiles as the crowd cheers.
Simon Kalis: So you're all probably wondering... Hey, what's that one eyed black dude doing?
The crowd cheers again and Simon just continues to smirk.
Simon Kalis: To be honest, I don't know what I'm doing. But I just wanted to come out here and publicly acknowledge my support to the BWF, and her wonderful owner David Blazenwing. Give it up for Dave guys!
The crowd cheers to his whim and Simon claps as well.
Simon Kalis: I just wanted to say I love the BWF! Sorry I can't work here, my son's such a little spoil sport! But hey! He'll be your World Champion soon enough! Right?
The crowd cheers and Simon laughs, waving his hand around.
Simon Kalis: Finally... I just wanted to see how much airtime I could eat up on Havok as well. I think the points been made clear though.
Simon burps, obviously inebriated.
Simon Kalis: Thing is... You know, the whole Honor Bound thing is coming up. What with the great AoWF Expansion and rebirth you could say, of 2011. So what I really wanted to say was...
Kalis rips the BWF shirt off to reveal a REBEL Pro shirt underneath.
Simon Kalis: I'm a rebel baby! Hahaha!
The crowd boos and Simon straightens out, dropping the buffoon act and flips the crowd the middle finger.
Simon Kalis: You people are going to learn VERY god damn quick what war is when I bring it to you. I am going to crush any who come forth from the BWF at Honor Bound in my own, special way.
Kalis smirks as the crowd engulfs him with boos.
Nick Webb: Surprised?
Rayne: Not in the slightest, Nick.
Kalis climbs the turnbuckle and spits out at the crowd.
Simon Kalis: ALL HAIL THE LAST SUPERSTAR!
Kalis jumps down from the turnbuckle, slapping his chest and saluting the crowd once more.
Simon Kalis: ALL HAIL REBEL PRO!
Kalis laughs as he whips the microphone to the ground, "Miserlou" hits again and he quickly slides out of the ring. Fans throw tirades at him at ringside and he smirks it off, brushing his shoulder and making his exit.
Nick Webb: Did he just declare war?
Rayne: In a sense, but even if he didn't Nick... Everyone knows things are about to heat up quickly not just here in the BWF and on Havok, but all over the AoWF.
Kalis raises his arms and yells out obscenities to the crowd before disappearing backstage, the camera cutting to commercial.
NO ASYLUM TOURNAMENT FINAL #1
Camisado vs. Emanuel Cole
The bell rings as Cole and Camisado tie-up in the middle of the ring. Cole gains the upper hand and whips Camisado off the ropes and drops him with a quick clothesline. He lifts Camisado off the mat and bounds off the ropes, catching the stunned Camisado with Idol Thoughts (Zig-Zag) before going for the cover, which gets a two count.
Cole gets to his feet and again picks Camisado up off the mat and locks his hands around Cam's waist, setting up for a German suplex, but before Cole can hit the move, Camisado responds by thrusting his own head back, nailing Cole in the face and breaking his grip!
Cam spends the next several minutes mostly staying on top of Cole, going for several covers but never getting anything more than a light two count. At one point, Cam tries locking in his White Flag (Muta Lock), only for Cole to fight out of it, rolling up Cam moments later for a very close two count.
A few more minutes go by, as Cole utilizes his newfound momentum to wear down Camisado. He hits the Better Than You Breaker (Welcome to Chicago [Double underhook backbreaker]), but rather than go for the cover, instead lifts Camisado up and signals for The Perfect Opportunity (Crucifix Driver)! Cole runs to the ropes, then charges at Cam, but before he can execute the move, Camisado rolls, ending up behind Cole, then immediately locks in and hits the STPR [Something That Produces Results] (Spinning Headlock Elbow Drop) for the three count and the win!
WINNER: Camisado, via pinfall
A Real Maverick
All of a sudden, the lights go down in the arena and a countdown clock appears on the screen.
Nick Webb: What is this?
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Rayne: Could it be?
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There is a loud burst of pyro as "Shame on a Nigga" by System of a Down begins to play as out comes Johnny Maverick! There is a mixture of cheers and boos for a man who has spent a lot of time mocking the BWF. He's in his street clothes and has the REBEL World Title around his waist and PWA Tag Title over one shoulder. He smiles wide, microphone in hand.
Johnny Maverick: Do you feel that electricity folks? That is the aura given off by the greatest wrestler to ever join the BWF. A man of unmatched skill, a man whose list of accomplishments rival that of anyone in the AOWF.
Nick Webb: Well, someone certainly seems to think a lot of themselves.
Johnny Maverick: A man with unmatched charisma, A man who wrestles like a God, a man who can talk the panties off of a woman in under 30 seconds.
Nick Webb: How long is this going to go on.
Johnny Maverick: That man is, of course... the BWF's newest superstar... MY LITTLE BROTHER, GARY MAVERICK!!!
The audience erupts in an odd combo of cheers, laughter, and confusion as "Shredisode IV" by Anchorhead begins to play as Gary Maverick emerges and waves politely to the audience. Somewhere, we can hear David Blazenwing facepalming.
Johnny Maverick: That's right ladies! Gary Maverick, future BWF World Champion! Anyway, I'm gonna leave and give you all a chance to shake hands with your new hero. I need to get out of here before being in a BWF arena kills my career.
Nick Webb: Oh, that asshole!
Johnny leaves and we cut to commercial as Gary shakes hands awkwardly with a few fans while Camisado wonders why this interrupted his post-match celebration as the show cuts to commercial.
NO ASYLUM TOURNAMENT FINAL #2
Jacob Collins vs. Masakazu
The bell rings as the match begins and Masakazu quickly controls the action in the center of the ring with a headlock. It doesn't take long, however, for Collins to shove Masakazu off into the ropes and, on the rebound, hit him with a clothesline. Mas manages to roll to his feet, recovering quickly, and is able to reverse an attempted DDT by Collins into his signature Muay Thai High (Masa grapples the opponent and knees them in the gut, chest and then brings both his knees up right into their face and drops back, sliding his feet across their chest and kicking them away) for a two count.
Mas pulls Collins to his feet and nails a few stiff kicks to his abdomen and chest region, followed by an Irish whip, catching Collins with a hard running knee as he comes back. Another cover, another two count. Masakazu starts pulling Collins to his feet again, but this time, Collins catches him with a leg sweep, then starts hitting several punches to Masakazu's face. He hits a suplex, then swivels his legs and hits a second suplex, then swivels again and hits an impressive third suplex before covering for a two count of his own.
The match continues to shift back and forth over the next several minutes, with Masakazu nearly hitting his MasaDriver (The Gringo Killer), but Collins wiggling free and dropping him with a double arm DDT. Both men take each other to their limits, but in the end, Collins surprises Masakazu, the crowd and even himself slightly as, in an act of desperation, he rears back and hits his own version of his Uncle Chamelion's finisher, the Sweet Sound of Success (Superkick) with his last bit of energy! Collins collapses on top of Masakazu, his back to Mas' chest, and slides down to the mat as the referee counts the 1... 2... 3!!!
WINNER: Jacob Collins, via Pinfall
As "Cells" by the Servant starts playing on the sound system, the referee motions over to Scott Benjamin. Scott enters the ring and, after conferring with the ref, announces that Jacob Collins' shoulders were down when the pin was counted, and accidental or not, this match must be considered a draw.
WINNER, TAKE 2: We take that back, apparently nobody
As the music stops and the crowd starts booing loudly, "Monster" by Skillet hits the BlazenTron and BWF Co-Commissioner James Reilly makes his way onto the stage again, visibly angry at the outcome of the match.
James Reilly: Really, Collins? Are you that much of a fuck-up that even when you win a match, you pin YOURSELF?! I've seen enough. As far as I'm concerned, no do-overs, you both got pinned, you're BOTH out of contention for the BWF World Championship! Looks like Gabe'll be defending against Camisado alone... and as for you two, enjoy the United States Champio-
Reilly is cut off as "Superstar" by Saliva hits the BlazenTron and BWF C.E.O. David Blazenwing walks out onto the stage, mic in hand.
David Blazenwing: Thank you, James, but I think I'll handle this one.
Reilly stands for a moment, staring at Blazenwing.
David Blazenwing: Did you hear me? I said you can go. Go on. Shoo.
Reilly shakes his head, then heads back through the curtain as the crowd cheers loudly and a small "D-Blaze" chant breaks out.
David Blazenwing: Gentleman. I've been watching you for the last several weeks, and I have to say, I am damn impressed from what I've seen.
David points at Masakazu.
David Blazenwing: Kid, you got your daddy's chops, that's for sure. But he's got nothing on your kicks. Keep kicking ass, Jackie Chan. Oh, and uh, please let him know, respect or not... he's not gonna have a chance against anybody the BWF throws at him.
The crowd cheers loudly as Masakazu looks on, slightly amused. David then points at Collins.
David Blazenwing: And you, Cory Matthews. You're no slouch yourself. You definitely have Sommers' blood in you. No doubt. Both of your Uncles are former BWF World Champions. No reason why you can't be one either. The only thing stopping you is you. Remember that.
Collins nods as both he and Masakazu look at one another.
David Blazenwing: Now, as far as No Asylum goes, I'm afraid I don't share the same viewpoint as my Co-Commissioner, here. As far as I'm concerned, between your showings in the last few weeks and tonight, you've both more than earned your spot in No Asylum's main event. I realize Gabe's gonna kill me when he hears this, and I don't imagine Camisado's going to be very happy either, but it's my company, right?
David pauses to laugh for a moment.
David: That's why, at No Asylum, Gabe Shelley will be defending his BWF World Championship against Camisado... Jacob Collins... AND Masakazu... in a Four Corners Elimination Match!
The crowd erupts at the announcement of this match. Masakazu and Collins look to one another and nod in respect as "Superstar" by Saliva hits the BlazenTron, Blazenwing heads to the back and the music fades as Victory Wrestling's Teresa Quaranta appears on the BlazenTron, attaching a headset to the side of her face.
Nick Webb: Ladies and Gentlemen, we've got Teresa Quaranta live via satellite from Boston, she's got a special address for the Blazenwing Wrestling Federation, and I've got a feeling that our upcoming No Asylum Pay-Per-View is going to be high on the agenda!
Teresa waves at the camera and smiles before pointing to her watch as the Havok crowd cheers loudly.
Rayne: That's coming up next!
She Brings It... Via Satellite
Nick Webb: And now, we're going to former PWA Champion and current Victory Wrestling superstar Teresa Quaranta, who is live via satellite from Boston. Teresa, are you there?
Teresa waves at the camera and smiles.
Teresa Quaranta: Absolutely. First off, let me apologize to everybody who bought tickets, it would have been better for me to show up in person, but my travel schedule didn't allow for it. Hopefully, we'll have a blast anyway. She smiles and claps for a few seconds.
Nick Webb: Well, Teresa, what brings you here?
Teresa Quaranta: It's the Blaaaazenwing Wrestling Federation! Money, power, prestige, and free chicken wings to everyone who signs a contract. That's why Jacob Collins showed up, you know. But more importantly, I came here because... it's the AOWF. The BWF is restarting, everybody wants to be part of it. Now originally, I popped in to respond to a challenge from... 'Nightmare' Jonathon Wehali.
There's a mix of cheers and boos for the mention of the PWA star.
Teresa Quaranta: It was a one night only sort of challenge because I have a long line of hardworking people who are working their way up the ranks looking for the right to a match against me, and it didn't exactly seem sporting to just throw that much of my time to some random douchebag with all of the credibility of a bedwetting internet troll. But THE NIGHTMARE and his wife DARQNESS and his kid OTHER SPOOKY THING decided they'd rather do a publicity tour at the world's worst disaster areas than take a few hours to live up to his very insulting words.
She shrugs.
Teresa Quaranta: So the match with him is off the table. BUT I didn't want to go out like that. I wanted to do something better. Something better. And so I decided -
? ? ?: Why don't you SHUT THE HELL UP?
Before Teresa could finish, the opening bars to "In The Clouds" by Cult hit in the arena as a handsome looking man in expensive jeans strode down the ramp. If anyone was unsure about his identity, they'd be able to tell thanks to the words EDWIN CLOUT on his T-shirt.
Rayne: Oh my God, that's Edwin Clout!
Edwin Clout: Hey bitch? Yeah, I'm talking to you. Do you really think you can sit in some air conditioned trailer and talk about what you're going to do in the Blazenwing Wrestling Federation? Just talk? Well, you can step off the big screen and use those gums for something else, toots. Because I AM EDWIN CLOUT. So you can stop talking about your plans for No Asylum, because I've got plans for No Asylum, the only plans that really matter.
Clout steps into the ring and gestures grandly to the Tron.
Edwin Clout: Now if you will please remove the face of this bucktoothed bitch from the big screen and give me the image that I asked for.
Teresa Quaranta: Hey you little -
Teresa disappears, and it's replaced with a championship belt.
Edwin Clout: Do you see that? That is the BWF... United States Title! It is the most prestigious title in the history of professional sports. EVERY single man to hold that championship has become a legend, man. Men like Kimek, men like Johnny Evildude, men like Crystaledge... they blazed a trail.... but that trail is nothing compared to what I WILL DO at No Asylum.
Clout takes his shirt off, revealing a swollen beer gut. He grabs his shirt, starts to throw it to the crowd... but doesn't. Then he turns to another side of the crowd... and fakes them out... and finally he just puts the shirt down.
Edwin Clout: I have done EVERYTHING there is to do in this sport. I am a 4 time World Tournament of Death Winner! I am a 52 time NGW champion! But the BWF United States Championship has always eluded me. When you look at that belt, you think of America. And as a former United States prosecutor -
Teresa's image comes back on the screen.
Teresa Quaranta: Edwin. Maybe you should -
Edwin Clout: SHUT UP! I want her off the screen right now! She's half the country away, dudes. Edwin Clout is here right now.
Teresa sighs and takes her headset off.
Clout smirks as the U.S. Title pops up on the screen again.
Edwin Clout: That's right.
Clout snorts.
Edwin Clout: And there is no one more American than me. Not some Japanese guy whose name I can't pronounced. Matsanaku or whatever, not Gabe Shelley, not that loud Canadian tramp. I am a former federal prosecutor, and as a matter of fact -
A loud scream comes from the crowd as Teresa Quaranta shows up in the crowd, walking her way down the aisles.
Teresa Quaranta: Can I please... FINALLY get some attention?
Clout's jaw drops and he starts motioning for them to cut Teresa's microphone. Teresa stands in the aisles, with her hand on her hip.
Teresa Quaranta: I was planning on this being a big surprise, but come on. This is the BWF! This is Havok! Did your dumb ass really think I couldn't make it to JERSEY in person? Let's not be silly. And speaking of being silly... Clobber, did I hear you were a 95 time world champion?
Edwin Clout: That's right! The 95 time ALW Champion, I beat Godzilla Marikoto on top of a volcano in Fiji. You can't control me, man. And my name is CLOUT. EDWIN CLOUT!
Teresa Quaranta: I have news for you, Clobber... you are... a jobber. And no one knows who you are.
Teresa leans against the barricade. Clout jumps back and forth.
Edwin Clout: CLOUT! EDWIN CLOUT!
He grabs his shirt and waves it around.
Edwin Clout: IT SAYS SO ON THE SHIRT!
Teresa nods.
Teresa Quaranta: Listen. It's nice that you're so enthusiastic. But I still have an announcement to make, which means you need to vacate. Like.. right now.
Edwin Clout: Or WHAT?
Teresa Quaranta: Do you really need to ask?
Teresa enters the ring and is instantly charged by Clout - the two exchange hands for a few seconds before Teresa boots Clout in the gut and tosses him over the top rope.
The crowd cheers as Teresa rolls her eyes and grabs a mic.
Teresa Quaranta: Anyway, before we were rudely interrupted. I wanted to announce that at No Asylum, I will be -
Before she can finish, she's clocked across the back by a steel chair wielded by the angry Edwin Clout, who strikes her twice with the chair before cinching in an ankle lock. Teresa frantically tries to scramble out of the submission, but before long, a man in a mask charges down the ramp.
Nick Webb: OH MY GOD, IT'S TAO!
Rayne: He's got a match with Gabe Shelley later tonight!
Tao rushes into the ring and flattens Clout with a clothesline, then flattens him with another one, and then a third. With Clout down, Tao goes to the top rope, looks around, and leaps off the top rope, hitting the Justice Served onto Clout's rising body.
The crowd cheers as he dumps Clout over the ropes for the last time and Teresa slowly rises to her feet.
Teresa Quaranta: Well... okay. Ladies and Gentlemen, I just wanted to let everyone know that at No Asylum, I will be issuing an open challenge to anyone in the BWF locker room -
Tao: You don't have to wait around for just anyone. Challenge accepted by... me.
The crowd pops, and Teresa furrows her brow in confusion.
Teresa Quaranta: No offense, but... you've made a very big entrance, and you've got a really cool mask. But there's a question still hanging in the air... uh, who are you?
There's more cheering, and Tao slowly extends his hand.
Tao: Well... that's the thing everybody wants to know.
Nick Webb: BLOCKBUSTER match signed for No Asylum, it looks like Teresa Quaranta's issued a challenge for the first BWF Pay-Per-View, and Tao's taken up on it.
Rayne: But does she really know what she's getting into? I can tell this Edwin Clout guy didn't. Well, we -
Teresa Quaranta: Wait, there's one more thing. I'm kind of an established name, there's all kinds of tape on me. And you, well you're pretty proud of being a mystery. So I think we should even the odds a bit. If you agree to this match, then I get to choose a stipulation.
Tao thinks about it for a second, and then nods.
Tao: You're on.
There's more cheering.
Nick Webb: Things are getting bigger and bigger for the BWF, and bigger for Tao too - he's still got a match with Gabe Shelley... next!
The shot fades as the final commercial break of the evening begins.
NON-TITLE MATCH
Tao vs. Gabe Shelley
Gabe makes his way to the ring, Tao already out there following the segment with Teresa Quaranta, and Gabe's fan base clearly favors the BWF World Champion opposed to the newcomer. The bell rings and both men head to the center of the ring. The veteran, Gabe, offers a handshake to the masked Tao, who accepts. Gabe, however, doesn't let go of the handshake and punches Tao hard, rocking the newcomer before unleashing a flurry of wild punches (all with his good hand) on Tao. Gabe moves Tao into the corner and tosses a few more punches before heaving Tao to the top rope, climbing the corner, posing, and hitting his Jersey Bomb (Top Rope Sit Down Powerbomb) to a HUGE pop from the Jersey crowd. Gabe covers, but Tao kicks out after two.
Gabe stands up and poses for the BWF fans, then starts to drag Tao to his feet by his mask, but Tao swings his leg up and kicks Gabe hard in the face, knocking the Champion back a few inches. Tao takes a knee, then rises to his feet and runs at Gabe, hitting a big clothesline that turns Shelley inside out. He rolls to the outside of the ring and Tao follows, grabbing him and throwing him hard into the ring post.
As the fans start to chant Gabe's name, Tao pulls Gabe to his feet, takes a hold of the Champion's injured hand, and then smashes it as hard as he can into the same ring post. Gabe collapses on the outside, screaming in pain, as the referee separates the two men. Tao rolls back into the ring and the ref asks Gabe if he wants to quit, but Gabe shouts "HELL NO!" and rolls back into the ring, right into the hands of a waiting Tao, who hits a spear and covers for a close two count.
The next few minutes involve Tao surprisingly dominating the BWF World Champion, Gabe's injured hand playing a major role as Tao spends as much energy as he can muster targeting it. Tao begins to get cocky, convinced he has the match in the bag, and nearly pays for it, as Gabe kicks him in the gut hard and sets him up for his classic Junk Yard Jam (Pedigree) to a huge pop - but before he can hit the move, Tao sends Gabe up and over with a back body drop reversal, then as Gabe lands, immediately shifts into a crucifix armbar on Gabe's bad hand, cranking back the pressure as much as he can, and although Gabe tries as hard as he can to fight out of the hold, the pain is too much to bear and with his four-man title defense at jeopardy just seven days away, Gabe has no choice but to submit.
WINNER: Tao, via Submission
After the match, the crowd boos, disappointed in seeing the fan favorite Gabe fall in battle. Tao, however, earns points as he helps Gabe to his feet and offers him a handshake of his own. After Gabe refuses at first, he finally says a few words to Tao before giving him a handshake, albeit a short one.
Nick Webb: Tao, being a good sport, and Gabe Shelley, showing him a little bit of respect.
Rayne: There's nothing wrong with doing what it takes to get the job done!
Nick Webb: But can Shelley get the job done in one week at No Asylum, or is this a preview of things to come?
Rayne: It's anybody's guess, Nick, but I'd never count out Gabe.
Nick Webb: Nor would I, Rayne. Ladies and gentleman, that's all for us here in Jersey tonight, make sure to order No Asylum, next Monday night, from your local pay-per-view provider! U.S. Title Triple-Threat Ladder Match! Four Corners Elimination Match for the BWF World Title! Tao vs. Victory Wrestling's Teresa Quaranta in a... we don't even know what type of match yet! Also, as announced last night on the official AOWF website, PWA's Matt Stone will take on Victory Wrestling's Project X - and more!
Rayne: It's sure gonna be a hell of a show!
Nick Webb: No doubt about it! For Rayne, I'm Nick Webb... good night! We'll see you at No Asylum!
We see one last shot of Tao celebrating in the ring before the show cuts to the BWF logo, then to black.
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