Post by David Slayton on Mar 22, 2014 7:25:29 GMT -6
Episode 139 - May 16, 2011
BWF Havok comes to you live tonight from the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California! Nick Webb, Rayne and Alex Wilkie open Monday Night Havok by welcoming fans to the show! Last week, the name of the game was controversy. The Big O created a brand new Championship, only for Triad to steal it - and his thunder. Gabe Shelley and Xaria Linette were crowned the new BWF Tag Team Champions, only for Star Struck to brutally attack both of them after the match before running off with the Angelic Marvel's Tag Titles. Matt Stone won two matches in one night, handing Finale his first BWF loss in the second to claim the BWF United States Championship after a low blow - and in the main event, Alexander O'Ryan used his own son (and a pair of brass knuckles) to claim the #1 Contendership to Gabe's BWF World Championship - a match that will take place on May 23! What will the fallout be from one of the most controversial Monday Night Havoks ever?
A Rebellious Arrival
A black Honda Accord pulls into the parking lot of the Staples Center, pulling to a stop near the back entrance to the arena. Larry Gordon gets out of the car, lifting himself out with a groan.
Larry Gordon: "Damn, what a freaking ride."
He shuts the door, adjusting his red Rebel Pro golf shirt and smoothing down his khakis.
Larry Gordon: "Traffic is horrible in Los Angeles, nothing like back in Durham."
He shakes his head, heading up to the door where a security guard promptly puts out a hand to keep Larry from entering the building.
Security: "Excuse me sir, but we can't allow you into the building without permission."
He looks Larry up and down.
Security: "And you don't look like a wrestler, if you don't mind me saying so."
Larry looks himself up and down, then does the same to the security guard.
Larry Gordon: "Well, you don't look like a high school graduate, if you don't mind me saying so."
Larry smiles, but the security guard does not.
Larry Gordon: "But if you'll kindly get your little clipboard, you'll find that Mr. Blazenwing is expecting me here tonight."
He thumbs to his chest.
Larry Gordon: "We are the best of pals..."
He says this last with a bit of sarcasm.
Larry Gordon: "Before you get all high and mighty, I'm just kidding. We hardly know each other, but he is expecting me tonight."
Gordon motions for the guard to check his clipboard.
Security: "And you are...?"
Larry Gordon: "Larry Gordon."
The security guard stiffens slightly, nodding and getting a bit embarrassed.
Security: "Sorry sir, he is expecting you."
Gordon nods as the door is opened and he slips in, heading towards Dave's office.
TRIPLE-THREAT MATCH
Duncan Aries vs. Curtis Black vs. Jeremy Gold
As all three men got into the ring, both Duncan Aries and Curtis Black looked at Jeremy Gold with intense fire in their eyes. Gold immediately began to cry, quite literally with tears streaming down his face as he ran to the corner and went into a fetal position near Simon Kalis, who accompanied him to the ring. Kalis cradles Gold, trying to make him feel better in the corner as Aries and Black fight each other. They exchange a quick succession of lefts and rights, before Aries takes Black down with a well-executed hip toss. He follows it up with a few swift kicks as Simon Kalis pays a young child fan of the BWF at ringside $100 for his teddy bear, handing it to Jeremy Gold.
Gold cries as he hugs the teddy bear, reassuring himself as Black counters Aries with a Russian leg sweep. Kalis finally peps talk Gold into joining the action and he does while holding onto the teddy bear. He slaps Curtis Black across the face and yells "TAG! YOU'RE IT!" and begins running in circles around the ring as Black gives chase. Black realizes chasing Gold is futile, and waits for Gold to finish a lap before sticking his arm out for a clothesline! Gold sees it and falls onto his back, avoiding the clothesline and rolling out of the ring, breathing heavily and wiping the tears from his face as he holds onto the teddy bear.
Alex Wilkie: Maybe this guy should've stayed as Kalis' agent?
Rayne: You know I think you're probably right.
Nick Webb: Playing tag with your opponent isn't considered a wrestling move, is it?
Black leans over the ropes, taunting Jeremy Gold who cries to Simon to stop the "other black guy in the sport". Duncan Aries is up and quickly rolls up Curtis Black into a school boy! 1! 2! KICK OUT! Kalis grabs Gold and throws him back into the ring as Duncan Aries gets FLATTENED by Curtis Black with a DDT of epic proportions! Kalis throws Gold a can of Red Bull, and Gold quickly chugs the whole can. As Black turns around to see Gold, Gold SPITS Red Bull all into his eyes, making them burn horribly with energy and ginseng. Black stumbles back, holding his face as Gold grabs his face and completes THE GOLDEN SHOWER (Red Bull "mist" to the eyes, followed by sitout facebuster). Gold quickly covers Black as Duncan Aries remains down, holding his face.
1!
2!!
3!!!
DING DING DING!
Gold jumps for joy, in utter disbelief as he hugs and kisses the teddy bear he'd dropped in the ring. Kalis slides into the ring with a microphone in hand and is all smiles as he hugs Jeremy Gold!
WINNER: Jeremy Gold, via Pinfall
Kalis laughs as he raises Gold's hand in the air.
Alex Wilkie: Well.... Uhhhh. Yeah! Right.
Rayne: Yeah there's not much you can say, this guy has a great future with the BWF.
Alex Wilkie: You're kidding, right?
Nick Webb: Sadly Alex, I think he might be serious.
Gold continues to celebrate, climbing each turnbuckle to the top and yelling to the screaming fans as they cheer, holding up his little new teddy bear for all to see. Almost as if it were a World title. Simon Kalis stands in the ring, applauding and pointing to his longtime friend and agent. Gold goes to each turnbuckle before finally placing his teddy bear onto his shoulder like a baby being patted on the back, taking the microphone from Simon Kalis.
Jeremy Gold: Thank to you all of you! You great BWF fans here in!!!!
He pauses, his eyes darting back and forth.
Jeremy Gold: Your towns name here!
The crowd cheers loudly, knowing their town's name is there! Kalis sighs deeply, but smiles anyways and puts his arm over Gold's shoulders.
Jeremy Gold: Dudes did you guys see that?! I was like a fucking superhero! I hit'em with the left!
He shoots out his left fist.
Jeremy Gold: Hit'em with the right!
He shoots out his left fist again, since he's holding the microphone with his right hand.
Jeremy Gold: This is like my dream come true, man! Really!
Gold blows kisses to the cheering fans!
Jeremy Gold: These two jackasses were the first of many yet to come in my long, historic BWF career! Ladies and gentlemen I am going from this point forward, onward bound to win the BWF World title from that dickweed Gabe Shelley! YEAH!
The crowd cheers him, but then Gold's face drops as he realizes what he's just said. He looks to Simon for advice, and Kalis just shrugs and backs away.
Jeremy Gold: Oh my god okay no! I didn't mean that! Gabe you're fucking AWESOME, you ROCK dude! I mean you'll be BWF World Champion FOREVER and stuff! Please don't hurt me?
Gold drops the microphone, the tear factory opening its flood gates once more. He collapses to the canvas holding his teddy bear, crying and hoping Gabe Shelley doesn't take him seriously. Kalis sighs, rolls out of the ring and pulls the horribly saddened and scared Gold out of the ring. Kalis lifts Gold up into his arms, and Gold buries his face into Simon's shoulder crying. Simon sighs, smiles then laughs as he nods to fans while taking Gold up the ramp and returning backstage.
Day of the Dumpster, Part One
The Cameras go backstage as The Big O and Stryker are standing around, trying their best to look innocent.
Stryker Cloud: "Okay, Follow my lead O..."
Both of them look left, then right, then both of them hop the bar and drop down to a dig out at the back of the arena where a slimy garbage dumpster sat.
Big O: "Uggh... I just know this stinkin plan of yours is gonna give me a headache."
Stryker Cloud: "If my intel is right, our man should be right in here."
Stryker and Big O lift up the dumpster and back away as a large burly figure rises up and stretches.... its former BWF star Hypetreme!
Hypetreme: "AAAAHHHH! After 10,000 year's I'm FREE!!"
Stryker and Big O look at each other and shrug.
Big O: "We have a mission for you, for the revenge of all jobbers everywhere!"
Hypetreme: "I'll kill if the pay is good."
Stryker Cloud: "We need you to take out a young upstart..."
The team of Stryker, Big O and Hypetreme put on their scheming face as they huddle in, then Stryker and Big O suddenly back off waving their hands in front of their nose.
Big O: "Shower first..."
A Meeting of the Minds
A knock sounds on Dave's door, he looks up from his Los Angeles Times to look quizzical at the door.
David Blazenwing: "Come in."
The door opens up, allowing Larry Gordon to enter the office, a smile on his face as Dave looks a bit perplexed at the reasoning for the meeting. Gordon sits down, without being asked and leans back in his chair.
Larry Gordon: "I'm sure you are sitting there wondering why I called you and asked for this meeting."
Dave nods.
David Blazenwing: "The thought had crossed my mind more than once."
Larry Gordon: "Well, let me tell you exactly why. I know we aren't the best of friends, not even acquaintances, and I'm a little upset at the treatment of my good friend Jethro in his not getting a rematch..."
He shrugs as Dave goes to talk; but Gordon holds up a hand.
Larry Gordon: "But this is your fed, your business, and ultimately your call."
Dave nods, agreeing with Gordon.
Larry Gordon: "But I did want to contact you about something financially important, well sort of financially important anyways."
Gordon has Dave's attention.
David Blazenwing: "Go on..."
Larry Gordon: "I noticed that you moved WrestleFest up to June instead of having it in July, getting rid of Danger Zone..."
He holds up a hand, motioning that he's getting to the point just explaining himself right now.
Larry Gordon: "I want the Danger Zone name for Rebel Pro, to host it in June as the Rebel Pro supershow."
Damn, right to the point there. Dave sits back looking at Larry Gordon, contemplating his next move; Gordon pushes on.
Larry Gordon: "I know it has BWF history, but honestly I really like the name and think that it fits perfectly in Rebel Pro as you know the rules situation there. So, what do you think?"
Dave sits back looking at Gordon.
Larry Gordon: "I'll need your answer as quickly as possible and may be able to give a benefit or two to persuade you if necessary."
David Blazenwing: "I'm listening."
Larry Gordon then begins discussing his ideas as the camera cuts back to the ring.
E-PHOEN TV W/ EMILY CORLEN
Special Guests: Gabe Shelley and Alexander O'Ryan
The camera shifts to the ring, where we find BWF Head Interviewer, Don McMichael.
Don McMichael: Ladies and gentleman, due to unfortunate circumstances regarding an attack at last night's PWA Rampage broadcast, Emily Corlen will not be able to appear tonight.
The crowd boos loudly.
Don McMichael: So, tonight, I will be hosting this segment!
More boos.
Don McMichael: Oh, please, stop, you're too kind. Without further ado... ladies and gentleman, I give you the man who will be defending his BWF World Championship in one week... The MarVel... GABE SHELLEY!!!
The lights slowly dim down until it's pitch black before starting to flash and pulsate to the music. "Sound Off" by Trapt starts to roll 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. The guitar opening rocks for the first :20 of the song, when the song reaches :21, the lyrics kick up as a waterfall of red, white and blue pyros shoot downward with controlled chaos from the entrance stage.
Running in place
Feeling like you're losing your faith
Feeling like you're fading away
Without a voice to break the chain
The marVel Gabe Shelley makes his way to the top of the ramp as he wears a pair of black pants, dark blue shirt, blue and silver tie, and a sports jacket. Around his waist is the BWF World Heavyweight Championship and over his shoulder is one of the eWo World Tag Team Championships. Gabe taps both of them and then points out to the crowd as they cheer wildly. As he plays to the fans with a smile, they highly respond to him and the lyrics.
Let me hear you sound off
Let them know how you feel
If the anger inside is real
Long before the bridges are burned
The powers to be are going to hear your words
Have you been heard
Have you been walking around this world misunderstood
Have you been heard
You got to take back what you know is yours
Let me hear you sound off
The fans are positively crazy about Gabe. The pyro ends as he starts to make his way down the ramp, tagging several hands along the way and climbs up the ring steps. He looks around to the crowd as he stands on the ring apron and climbs into the ring. He points to a corner of the ring and easily jumps onto the second ropes and unsnaps the title strap from his waist. He holds both titles out to the side as if throwing his arms out like normal. He smiles as he jumps backwards and spins, landing on his feet.
I hope you get the message loud and clear
We will never disappear
We will ask the questions you fear
It's the only thing you'll hear
Gabe shakes Don's hand as a "Shelley, Shelley" chant quickly breaks out as the fans root for the hero in the ring.
Don McMichael: And allow me to introduce Mr. Shelley's opponent for next week's Championship match... he is a card carrying member of the Alliance of Wrestling's Finest, and undoubtedly one of the most conniving, dirtiest players to ever step foot into a BWF ring... ALEXANDER O'RYAN!!!
Alexander O'Ryan comes through the curtain, accompanied by no music which makes the jeers he receives from the crowd that much more audible than normal. He makes his way to the ring, not ignoring the crowd, but giving zero specified reaction to them either, simply taking it all in for what it is with a smug grin on his face. He slides into the ring and immediately goes face to face with Shelley as the crowd cheers in anticipation of a fight.
Don McMichael: Now, now, gentleman, please... save the fighting for next week. Right now, I want you to answer a series of questions that I and the fans have -
Before Don can finish his sentence, "That's Entertainment" by Powerman 5000 hits the BlazenTron and the team of Star Diamond and Andy Sensation walk out onto the stage. Both men have the BWF Tag Team Championships strapped to their waists, despite Gabe and Xaria being the Tag Champs - and Star is rubbing his Money in the Bank Briefcase. The duo walks down to the ring and slide inside, then grab mics.
Star Diamond: Hey, I hate to crash the party -
Andy Sensation: We're not used to it, since we ALWAYS get invited to all the best parties!
Star Diamond: - but I wanted to ask, Gabe... how's your little girlfriend doing?
Gabe glances down at the Tag Titles - HIS Tag Titles - around the waists of Star Struck.
Gabe Shelley: You know damn well Xaria's not here tonight. Not after what you two assholes pulled last week.
Star and Andy laugh.
Star Diamond: Speaking of which, bro, how's your hand?
Gabe glances down at his formerly broken hand, now re-bandaged.
Star Diamond: Well, I just wanted to come out here and say that it doesn't matter WHO wins next week between you two losers... because immediately following your Championship match, THIS broski is cashing in his MONEY IN THE BANK BRIEFCASE!
The crowd, although they hate Star Struck, still pops at this.
Andy Sensation: Yeah, my bro is gonna be the BWF World Champion after next Monday night! What do you think about THAT?
Gabe and Alexander glance at one another for a moment... then both charge Star Struck! The crowd cheers loudly as Gabe lays kicks and punches into Star, while O'Ryan relentlessly attacks Andy! Don escapes the ring as chaos ensues!
Nick Webb: All hell has broken loose!
Gabe throws Star over the top rope, while O'Ryan does the same to Andy on the other side of the ring. Gabe leans over the ropes and shouts at Star, then drops off and turns around... right into the Four Best Friends (Knockout Punch) from O'Ryan! The crowd boos loudly as O'Ryan laughs, then leans down and picks up the BWF World Championship before holding it high above his head.
Alex Wilkie: You're not Champ yet, O'Ryan!
Rayne: But in one week's time, he could be!
Nick Webb: That's IF he can get past Shelley AND Star Diamond!
Alex Wilkie: It's gonna be a hell of a night next week on Havok!
BWF DRAGONZORD CHAMPIONSHIP
Hypetreme vs. Triad ©
The camera returns from commercial and shift to the ring where Scott Benjamin is standing in the middle with a microphone.
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: "Ladies and Gentlemen the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the BWF's DRAGONZORD TITLE!"
Alex Wilkie: "Sheesh, even Scott Benjamin looks embarrassed to say that."
Rayne: "Yeah, but let's not forget that the brain child behind it Big O is definitely up to no good."
Nick Webb: "That's right, and ever since Triad came to the BWF he's been coming off a little sour."
Red Yellow and Green fireworks go off on the stage, causing a chain reaction of fireworks to go off down the ramp and exploded at the four corners of the ring. Regret nothing comes on strong as Triad runs out from behind the curtains on the stage.
Scott Benjamin: "Making his way to the ring first, Weighing in at 210lbs, from Osaka Japan, He is the Dragonzord Champion! TRRRRIAAADD!!"
he goes to each corner of the stage and poses to the crowd before running down the ramp and sliding under the bottom rope, he rolls to the middle of the ring and hops up, hoping in place he punches the air like a boxer, he turns to the crowd and raises one hand up in the air, pointing to the sky as the music fades.
Scott Benjamin: "And his opponent..."
"For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica hits the speakers as Hypetreme makes his way down to the ring, he steps up the metal steps and flexes his muscles a little before stepping into the ring.
The camera quickly changes to the sky box where Stryker cloud is standing behind Big O, who is looking through a giant telescope.
Big O: "Yeah! He's gonna murder the little bugger!"
DING!
Triad and Hypetreme square off in the middle of the ring, Triad using his basic suit tries to go for a lock up but is over-powered quickly by Hypetreme. Hypetreme goes for a quick arm lock but Triad flips out of it and pushes Hypetreme into the turnbuckle.
Nick Webb: Triad using his small size to his advantage in this David and Goliath battle."
Alex Wilkie: "Nick, Please, this is obviously much more like Iron man and Galactus, let's keep the biblical references to a minimal when I'm around."
Hypetreme turns around into a hard kick in the gut from Triad! He pulls Hypetreme down quickly into a sick twisting neck breaker! Hypetreme hits the mat with a thud and Triad goes for a quick pin!
1!
2!
KICK OUT!
Hypetreme literally pushes Triad off of him and rolls away to get to his feet, Triad picks himself up and dusts off his knees before he takes a fighting poses. Hypetreme charges at Triad full force and tries to go for a take down, however, Triad side-steps him and sticks his foot out to trip him right through the ropes!
Rayne: "I-Wait, What?!"
Nick Webb: "It seems like Triad just pulled the wool over Hypetreme's eyes and sent him flying between the ropes!!"
Hypetreme lays on the outside of the ring as Triad pretends to yawn, props himself up on the top rope, laying on it like a hammock.
Alex Wilkie: "Well, Triad seems pretty relaxed about this match, you think Phoenix knocked himself out on the barricade?"
Rayne: "Oh come on, he's got a thick head! It should take more than that!"
The Ref begins to count for a ring out, he gets to five rather quickly as Hypetreme pulls himself up, Triad hops down from the top rope and readies himself for another round, Hypetreme rolls under the bottom rope and staggers to his feet. Triad relaxes from his poses and pulls out the ring driver hanging from his belt.
Nick Webb: "It looks like Triad is going to put this to match to bed with one of his combos!"
He pulls out two yellow coins and switches them out before running the driver over his belt buckle!
"HENSHIN!"
The lights go out as the crowd goes wild "LION! TIGER! CHEETAH!!" Golden yellow pyro goes off where Triad was standing and in his place his Yellow lion suit stood ready to take on the giant! Hypetreme shakes his head and charges at Triad once again! This time Triad just turns out and delivers a hard right kick to Hypetreme's gut! He then grabs Hypetreme's head from behind and flips over pulling off a hard Sliced bread (no. 2)! Triad goes for a quick pin!
1!
2!
3!!
DING DING DING!!!
WINNER AND STILL DRAGONZORD CHAMPION: Triad, via pinfall
The crowd goes crazy as Triad leaps to his feet and holds his hands high, the ref hands him his title belt as he goes from ring post to ring post showing it off.
The cameras go back to Big O's and Stryker Cloud's sky box.
Big O: "Auuuggghhh! You said this was the perfect plan you nitwit!!"
Stryker Cloud: "There's more where that came from, trust me."
Big O: "This isn't television where we can just make them out of putty and make them grow bigger with a magic staff, Stryker!!"
Both of them go silent and then look at the camera, then look back at each other.
Stryker Cloud: "Don't worry, We can get him next week, We'll have your title back, or my name isn't LORD STRYKER!!"
Both of them share an evil villain like laugh before Havok cuts to commercial.
Title Shot Please!
We fade backstage where we see the door to David Blazenwing's office. Simon Kalis walks right in, lights a cigarette and plops himself down on the seat across from Blazenwing. Kalis adjusts the PWA Intercontinental championship on his shoulder, grinning like he just got his dick sucked by Jessica Alba.
Simon Kalis: Davey boy! How've you been, old friend???
Kalis kicks his feet up onto Blazenwing's desk, leaning back in his chair and smoking his cigarette, generally acting how you'd expect a rich black guy with attitude would.
David Blazenwing: You... Have a LOT of fucking nerve, Aaron.
Blazenwing slaps Kalis' feet off of his desk, to which Simon exaggerates sadness.
Simon Kalis: Awww come on?! No hug? No high five? I mean shit, here I am on your show giving this company the Kalis bump! You should be grateful.
David Blazenwing: Put a bullet in your head. I'll be grateful then.
Kalis laughs at the remark as he flicks ash from his cigarette onto Blazenwing's desk.
Simon Kalis: Hey now, that's no way to talk to me. I'm a nice guy now, haven't you read the Daily Bugle? Besides, I figured you'd wanna congratulate me on winning the PWA Intercontinental title! You know you never did! I mean SHIT nigga, you shoulda seen what I did to the last guy who held this. HAHAHA, it was HiLARIOUS!
Kalis laughs, slapping his knee, but then as Blazenwing stares back at him coldly, he begins to sarcastically frown.
Simon Kalis: Riiiiiiiiiight, YOU were the guy I beat for it, eh? Well... I don't know.
Kalis takes a few drags off his smoke, Blazenwing staring at him as if ready to pounce.
Simon Kalis: Yeah. This is pretty awkward then, isn't it?
David Blazenwing: You've got about five seconds to get the FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE!
Blazenwing stands to his feet, and Simon leans further back into his chair.
Simon Kalis: Whoa! Whoa! WHOA! Sit down bro, come on. For old time's sake. I've got a proposition for you.
David Blazenwing: Oh does it involve you getting the FUCK out of my office?
Simon Kalis: Well, no but-
David Blazenwing: Then shut up and get out.
Kalis takes a drag from his cigarette, cringes and begins to cough a bit. He hawks up something NASTY and spits it out onto the floor, rubbing his throat.
Simon Kalis Ew, sorry. You know, congestion man.
David Blazenwing: You're asking for me to kick your ass halfway to Japan aren't you?
Simon Kalis: No! Listen to me! You've got a problem! Matt Stone beat your guy Finale there didn't he?
David Blazenwing sits back down, reluctantly.
David Blazenwing: What's it to you?
Simon Kalis: Well! I'm facing Stone at PWA High Stakes.
Kalis quickly turns to the camera smiling like a jackass.
Simon Kalis: LIVE! Sunday May 22nd, 2011 from the Target Center in Mineapolis, Minnesota! Check your local providers!
David Blazenwing: What the hell are you doing?
Simon Kalis: Oh sorry, well. I only get paid on advertising, merchandise etcetera since I gave up my salary to bribe Robinson in giving me my match with you in the first place.
David Blazenwing: Just get to the point.
Simon Kalis: Oh! Right! Well here's the thing, I'm willing to do you a HUGE favor! Your boy Finale got robbed if you ask me, because Stone's basically a little rat. So here's what I propose... You. Allow me. To take the BWF United States title off of Stone. At High Stakes. Live on Pay per view, May 22nd, 20-
David Blazenwing: WE GOT IT! Stop promoting PWA shows on Havok.
Simon Kalis: Yes, sir! Point is. Let me take that title off Stone while I'm at it, and we both win.
David Blazenwing leans in to Simon, very seriously.
David Blazenwing: And just how in the hell do I win, with you becoming BWF US Champion?
Simon Kalis: Well. I'll give it back to you, and you can throw one of those whacky fun tournaments for it! It'll be all kinds of fun! Think about it now. Finale! Versus Arnold Hawk! Versus Triad! For the US title. Eh? Eh? I'm a fucking GENIUS right.
David Blazenwing: So... What you're basically asking me is...
Kalis leans in now, and puts his hand out while smiling.
Simon Kalis: Title shot please!
Blazenwing leans back in his chair as Simon nears the end of his cigarette.
David Blazenwing: You know what, Aaron? I'll consider it. I'll take some time, and think about it.
Simon Kalis: Really?
David Blazenwing: NO! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE RIGHT NOW!
Kalis sarcastically quivers, looking quite sad but not really. He takes a last drag off his cigarette and nods, putting it out on David's desk.
Simon Kalis: Alright man, well when your ratings drop faster than the credibility of a Dragonzord championship, you'll have missed your one chance to have Simon Kalis hold a BWF title. And that's just sad, for everyone involved really. Except Matt Stone probably.
Simon's eyebrow cocks up.
Simon Kalis: But fuck that guy.
Kalis gets up from his chair and turns around to leave. He stops at the door, however.
And stays there, for many passing moments.
David Blazenwing: Why haven't you left?
Simon Kalis: Oh I'm just seeing how much air time the BWF gives me, cause I'm sure me just standing here gives your company some gusto!
Kalis turns around and scratches his chin.
Simon Kalis: Actually David, there was one other piece of business I wished to discuss with you.
Suddenly Kalis' tone becomes somber as he stares back at Blazenwing.
David Blazenwing: And what's that?
Kalis leaps forward, taking his PWA Intercontinental title and smashing it over David Blazenwing's face! He begins stomping down on Blazenwing. Blazenwing counters, grabbing Simon's leg and taking him down to the floor with him. Blazenwing gets in a number of shots on Kalis before Kalis elbows him and gets to his feet. He picks Blazenwing up by his hair but Blazenwing cracks Kalis in the ribs, and then smashes his face against his desk. Blazenwing smashes Kalis' face repeatedly onto his desk before Kalis throws an elbow into Blazenwing's gut. Kalis raises his PWA IC title up again and smashes it across Blazenwing's face, taking him down.
Simon Kalis: I've got a message for you Alliance of Wrestling's so called Finest.
Kalis leans down and grabs Blazenwing by his shirt collar.
Simon Kalis: You should've NEVER fucked with me, Davey boy!
Kalis slams Blazenwing's head against the floor and begins walking off, but not before lifting his desk up and pushing it over onto Blazenwing. Kalis begins ripping everything off the walls and whipping the framed photographs of Blazenwing at the desk.
Simon Kalis: Tell them to get ready. Enjoy retirement, Davey boy.
Kalis slams the door shut behind him as he leaves and we fade...
The Crimson Ghost vs. Camisado
The bell rang and Camisado punched the Crimson Ghost. The Ghost laughed behind his mask, then headbutt Camisado hard, sending him into the ropes. As he rebounded, Ghost caught Camisado with the Last Caress (Jumping Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick) for the quick pinfall victory!
WINNER: The Crimson Ghost, via Pinfall
Four More Weeks
This Really Isn't Dave's Night
We see David Blazenwing in his office and there is a knock at the door. He is clearly agitated after being attacked by Simon minutes ago and looks to be in an absolutely foul mood.
David Blazenwing: BUSY.
Johnny Maverick: Hey man, it's Johnny. Got the latest ratings in and thought we could have a talk.
David thinks for a bit. Johnny was a bit odd and reactionary, but he had a good head for the business.
David Blazenwing: Alright, Johnny. Come in.
Johnny enters and he has a rather odd item with him.
David Blazenwing: Johnny, What the hell is that?
Johnny Maverick: A speargun.
David Blazenwing: Why do you have a speargun? Is this about Emily?
DB recoils slightly; Johnny just laughs.
Johnny Maverick: No! You kidding? What with Simon all depressed from Maya's death I figure it'd be a good time to get a gun in case he comes in here waving a desert eagle.
David Blazenwing: Good. I mean, I know what happened between Em and I, but it's important to put personal matters aside when it comes to work.
Johnny Maverick: Of course it is, boss!
David Blazenwing: Good to hear.
Johnny Maverick: I mean. If I wanted to get personal I'd talk about how everyone knows you're a sad little man on borrowed time. Just like everyone knows you'll never win another AOWF or World Title because let's face it, you just aren't good enough. It's just like how everyone knows you smiled a little inside when the Sommers family disappeared.
Johnny then leans in close to Dave's face.
Johnny Maverick: Oh and Dave? That little niggling doubt in the back of your mind? Well let me erase all doubt... the death of the Strader family was ENTIRELY your fault.
Dave snaps and punches Johnny in the face HARD. Johnny smirks as he checks his face for blood.
Johnny Maverick: Well Dave.... You know what this means, right?
David Blazenwing: It means you are getting the hell out of my office.
Johnny Maverick: Actually, according to my AOWF contract... it means you're suspended.
David Blazenwing: ...WHAT!? I... I was the one who put that rule into your contract!
Johnny Maverick: Then you realize how airtight that clause is. You're suspended without pay for a week, buddy. That means someone else will have to be in charge for a bit...Hm... who is your second in command?
David is seething with rage.
David Blazenwing: You know EXACTLY who it is.
Johnny is smiling broadly.
Johnny Maverick: I know. I just want to hear you say it.
David Blazenwing: *sigh* You.
Johnny Maverick: That's right! That means next week Johnny is callin the shots! Johnny is bookin the matches! and Johnny is making the headlines! Oh, I've got some big things in mind for the BWF, Dave. But don't worry....I got you a front row ticket!
Johnny hands David a ticket to the show. David reads the ticket then gives Johnny a look full of anger and frustration.
David Blazenwing: Monday Night MAVOK?!?!?!
Johnny Maverick: Damn skippy! You're gonna be there if you know what's good for you. I have an announcement that concerns the future of the BWF!
David Blazenwing: .....you're trying to ruin me, aren't you?
Johnny Maverick: You hurt the woman I love. You're lucky I didn't kill you.
Johnny fires the speargun into the ceiling. We hear someone shout. Johnny looks around for a bit before throwing Dave the speargun and running out of the room. Dave buries his face in his hands as we fade out...
BWF UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP
LADDER MATCH
Arnold Hawk vs. Matt Stone ©
The blind Arnold Hawk finally got the Championship match he earned weeks ago against the NEW BWF United States Champion, Matt Stone... in a Ladder Match. Yes, David Blazenwing put a goddamned blind man in a ladder match. He's a sick bastard. Regardless, this was the only title match Hawk was getting without earning another shot... so he needed to make the best of it!
Hawk managed to shock Stone, who clearly wasn't about to take this opponent seriously, early on with a series of hard hits. He even managed to connect on Stone with his Neckbreaker (Best in the Damn Business!) before beginning to climb the ladder!
Hawk climbed... and climbed... to no crowd reaction... he reached the top of the ladder and reached for the U.S. Title... but couldn't seem to locate it.
What poor Arnold didn't realize is that the ladder that he found and set up was, in fact, set up about three rows into the crowd. As Arnold reached for the belt in vain, Matt Stone came to in the ring and grabbed his own ladder, set it up in the middle of the rind and cockily retrieved his belt with ease.
WINNER AND STILL BWF UNITED STATES CHAMPION: Matt Stone
After the match, Stone held the U.S. Title high, grinning, but didn't notice Finale rolling into the ring! Stone looked down just in time to see Finale shove the ladder hard, sending Stone toppling off the ladder and crotch first onto the ropes! As his eyes bulged wide, Finale ran at him and mule kicked Stone hard in the face, sending him out of the ring and to the floor.
As the crowd cheered loudly, Finale grabbed a mic and said "By the way, Starr, as far as High Stakes goes? You're on, Nancy." He then unstrapped his AoWF King o' Extreme Championship from his waist and held it up. As Finale stood in the ring, glaring at Stone, Simon Kalis walked onto the stage, his PWA Intercontinental Championship over his own shoulder and patted the belt before tapping his watch and pointing at Stone. Stone, clearly in pain, continued exchanging his gaze between the man on the stage and the man in the ring, clutching his BWF U.S. Title as Havok faded to the BWF logo, then to black.
© Blazenwing Wrestling Federation 2011
QUICK RESULTS
Jeremy Gold def. Duncan Aries and Curtis Black
Triad def. Hypetreme; BWF DRAGONZORD TITLE RETAINED
The Crimson Ghost def. Camisado
Matt Stone def. Arnold Hawk in a Ladder Match; BWF UNITED STATES TITLE RETAINED