Post by David Slayton on Mar 22, 2014 8:03:39 GMT -6
Episode 141 - May 30, 2011
BWF Havok comes to you live tonight from the Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado! Nick Webb, Rayne and Alex Wilkie open Monday Night Havok by welcoming fans to the show!
Burying The Hatchet...?
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 dons his hooded vest. He raises the front of the hood and peeks out to the crowd with a smile on his face, the fans cheering. He points out as the pyro continues and in this hype, he plays to the fans with a smile and 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 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 to the BWF World title around his waist before he points outwards to the crowd as he jumps backwards, spinning and landing on his feet. 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.
I hope you get the message loud and clear
We will never disappear
We will ask the questions you fear
Its the only thing you'll hear
Gabe stands center of the ring and calls for a microphone as someone tosses one over the ropes to him. He catches it and smiles at the camera.
Gabe Shelley: So I stand before all of you the BWF World Champion, just as I promised I would. The villain Star Diamond tried to out-smart me but it no avail. Last week I said that once I walked out of that ring the champion I would call Alexander O'Ryan to the ring because while I may disagree with his tactics, I respect the hell out of his in-ring ability.
The crowd cheers at the show of respect from the champion.
Gabe Shelley: O'Ryan and I once again showed what it means to be a contender here in the BWF. O'Ryan came in the ring with nothing to lose and laid it all on the line. We beat the snot out of each other and while he may not have walked away victorious, he deserves recognition for the amazing showing he put on. If O'Ryan is serious about walking away from wrestling then I want him to come out here and I want to shake his hand.
He turns to the entrance as the fans start to buzz as Gabe calls out O'Ryan.
Gabe Shelley: So what do you say Alexander? I know you're back there, I know you're watching. Come down here and shake my hand out of respect.
It wasn't long until Alexander O'Ryan answered Gabe Shelley's plea and come through the curtain and made his way to the ring. On the way the crowd was a mixed reaction. Some booed him for what they knew him well for while others cheered him based on the respect given from their hero Gabe Shelley.
Alexander stepped into the ring and demanded a microphone, which he immediately received.
Alexander O'Ryan: You're right Gabriel. You and I did show the world what me means to be a contender and exactly how hard we can and will bring out A-game to become a world champion in this business.
The crowd cheered as these two men looked each other over.
Alexander O'Ryan: Despite my tactics and reputation I am a man of my word and unlike what you said I did have something to lose in that match. Therefore I officially recognize you, Gabe Shelley, as being the man who has forced me to pack my bags. Not an easy task and one that also demands a level of respect.
Alexander held out his hand, which was accepted by Gabe. The two men shook, recognizing each other as worthy of each other. Their battles having been fought and behind them the two men are at peace with how things have ended.
At least it seemed that way until Alexander O'Ryan caught Gabe Shelley with a hard kick directly to the groin. As Gabe fell to his knees O'Ryan would continue to shake his hand until letting go and pushing the champion over and to the ground where he writhed in pain.
Discreetly O'Ryan would lean over, rolling up the pants of the leg he used to kick Gabe, pulling a steel plates out of his sock and nonchalantly tossing it to the fallen champion before leaving the ring and heading up the ramp to a chorus of jeers.
Nerf or Nothing, Part One
The team of Star Struck are scene with their backs turned to camera, both of them are laughing like mad scientist as they toss things across the table to each other. They toss stuff on to their shoulders that look like shotgun shell belts.
Star Diamond: This is totally going to rule.
Andy Sensation: right?!
Star Diamond: totally going to kill SUPERMAN!
Both of them laugh menacingly.
Star Diamond: man Finale is a smart guy, bring a shotgun full of god damn kryptonite to the ring is perfect idea.
They turn around with face paint under their eyes. They Both of have shotguns in hand.
Star Diamond: Andy, lock and load.
Andy Sensation: It's time to get Postal up in this bitch...
Star Diamond: Nerf Style.
Andy Sensation: Tonight we start the non-violent violent revolt against the BWF and its Staff...
Star Diamond: NERF STYLE!
Both pump their shotgun. Their locker room door flies open.
Andy Sensation: we are under attack take evasive action!
They both fire! The camera pans over to show Heather with a green nerf dart stuck to her head.
Heather Diamond: what... the... fuck?
Star Diamond: oh sorry honey!
Heather Diamond: no don't oh sorry honey me! You guys! Finale said take this seriously not bring a shotgun to the ring!
Star Diamond: he said shoot Superman in the god damn face with a shotgun!
Andy Sensation: yeah so I bought these shotguns, I could only get nerf since there was a waiting period.
Star Diamond: It's Nerf! Or NOTHING!
They two brothers high five and Heather shakes her head. Both of them race out of the room like super Rambo commandos.
Andy Sensation: you go that way! I will go this way!
Star Diamond: Okay! Hunt and destroy Superman!
They both bolt in different directions and begin their hunt as Heather stands there still with Dart on her head.
Emily Corlen vs. Jeremy Gold
Making her in-ring debut for the BWF, Emily Corlen took on Jeremy Gold, who was inadvertently responsible for Simon Kalis getting arrested at PWA High Stakes, defeating him soundly with an M.D.K. in a short match.
WINNER: Emily Corlen, via pinfall
Day of the Dumpster, Part Three
Earlier today, we see Stryker Cloud and The Big O at yet another dumpster. This time, they pull former BWF World Champion Bam out of it, then send him on a mission to destroy Triad! Will he succeed! No! But you're going to watch it anyways, because whoever writes this crap is obsessed with Power Rangers! Where's a damn writer's strike when you need one?
BWF DRAGONZORD CHAMPIONSHIP
Bam vs. Triad ©
Bam came out and flexed his muscles like an angry gorilla. Triad responded by probably turning INTO a gorilla and overpowering the former BWF World Champion en eoute to yet another pinfall victory to retain what is quickly becoming HIS Dragonzord Championship. And somewhere, Big O and Stryker Cloud once again got headaches.
WINNER AND STILL DRAGONZORD CHAMPION: Triad, via pinfall
Nerf or Nothing, Part Two
Andy Sensation is walking around with his head low and roaming the halls with nerf shotgun in hand. He is getting odd looks as he passes random crew and other wrestlers. He sees someone of interest and dives behind a couple rolling carts. He grabs his teenage mutant ninja turtles Walkie talkie off his shoulder.
Andy Sensation: ANDY TO STAR! Andy to Star OVER!
Star Diamond: Star Here, over.
Andy Sensation: I have spotted the leprechaun! Spotted the leprechaun! Over!
Star Diamond: I thought we were calling her Fruity pebbles?
Andy Sensation: no dude, Leprechaun because those things create rainbows and have gold at the end of it all. Over!
Star Diamond: yeah, but a female leprechaun? Plus she isn't irish she is French, maybe Baget is a better name for her?
Andy Sensation: no she is leprechaun! And you forgot to say Over...over.
Star Diamond: right, well I vote for Rainbow bright. Over.
Andy Sensation: we said no to rainbow bright everyone will know who we are talking about. Over.
Star Diamond: fine...Leprechaun...Fire at will on her.
Andy looks up, over the rolling cart.
Andy Sensation: okay bro, She is just chilling there. I think she is on the phone or something I don't know. Over...
Star Diamond: Right...move in for the stealth kill, we only have a range of 20 feet with our shotguns. Over.
Andy Sensation: Roger that Star, On the move over.
Andy starts looks both ways and rolls behind a cart a little bit closer, and then sees a guy walking and jumps up behind him, puts the shotgun into his back.
Andy Sensation: Don't Say a word, or you get nerfed you dig? Now, keep walking...Take a right here..good thanks.
He leaves the poor ring crew member who is still astonished having a gun put to his back, He hides behind a table; now only 5 ft from Xaria. He checks his rounds, and pumps his shotgun one more time just in case.
Andy Sensation: I got you now.
Xaria Linette: Sigh... mon amour, what am I supposed to do...?
She shakes her head, takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
Xaria Linette: Where are you now...? Sleeping with another woman, I bet... don't you know that everything you're doing right now is hurting me? Mon Dieu...
Andy Sensation: hmm...Another woman...Meh whatever...
He takes a deep breath and closes his eye, He then jumps out from behind the table, and begins unloading his ammo on Xaria.
Andy Sensation: Surprise attack!
She is shocked and at the same time not amused as Andy finishes off what he had in his chamber. Both stand there, staring at one another; Andy grabs his walkie.
Andy Sensation: Star...Nerf doesn't work...
Star Diamond: Bullshit Andy! It's Nerf or Nothing!
Andy Sensation: yeah...I will tell you later.
Xaria Linette: Seriously? What the heck? Gimme that--
So suddenly, her right hand snakes out and snatches the walkie-talkie from Andy and presses the "talk" button.
Xaria Linette: Stop being such a marmot. And you--
Andy Sensation: me? What about me?
Xaria Linette: Get a life.
Andy Sensation: Um, you're the one that needs to lighten up, and live a life. You could have played along you know? Instead you just stand there sour about getting hit with a couple of foam darts.
Xaria Linette: Monsieur, you don't get it. What I'm going through is a real life crisis, okay? My boyfriend-- and I use the word loosely-- has betrayed me and there's nothing I can do about it. I've tried to get ahold of him, but he won't answer my calls, and I'm sure he doesn't give a dang... so just... go away...
Andy Sensation: Boyfriend troubles huh? Ha, well there is something you can do about it, upgrade to a MANfriend! You just give me a call when you are ready for that.
Andy winks at her, and this doesn't sit well with Xaria. So in that instant, she kicks him where the sun doesn't shine and watches him double over in pain.
Xaria Linette: Remember... you hit me first.
Andy moans and groans holding his family jewels. Xaria looks angrier than before as she tosses the walkie-talkie down and storms away. Andy is reaching for his Teenage mutant ninja turtles walkie talkie. He inches forward and is able to get a hold of it once again. He presses down the button.
Andy Sensation: Andy to Star...I just...ugh! Brother..I just can't hang on anymore...so much Nerf death. This is what we get for playing in god's sick abusive nonviolent games...
Star Diamond: hang in there brother!
Andy Sensation: Are you up there Nerf god? because I am coming for you!
Star Diamond: don't say that Brocean!
Andy Sensation: avenge me Star! Avenge........Over
Andy lets out some last little groans and mockingly passes out.
Star Diamond: Noooooo! Andy! I will avenge you! over.
The scene fades to the pass out Andy Sensation, slowly opening up one eye to see if anyone is watching. Then closing really quickly, because he sees random ring crew walking around.
Hijo Del Diablo Negro vs. Sean Robinson
In a quick match, Hijo Del Diablo Negro made fast work of Sean Robinson, putting the veteran away with a blockbuster off the second rope for the win! Backstage, we see David Blazenwing, Marvin Wood and The Phoenix watching, impressed. Alexander O'Ryan, in a suit, merely smiles, telling the men that he told them everything was going to go their way at WrestleFest.
WINNER: Hijo Del Diablo Negro, via pinfall
Self~Inflicted Seldon
Havok returns from commercial, and we find Emanuel Cole in the ring, apparently mid-way through a promo. Guess he couldn't wait for the cameras to start rolling again.
Emanuel Cole: It's a problem -
He's cut off by the response of the fans, booing him with great enthusiasm. He gives a moment, and then talks straight over them.
Emanuel Cole: It's a problem that you carb-hording, grease-guzzling, lazy slobs have once again been denied an appearance by the Ideal Reflection. The man who is everything you ever wanted to become.
The chants being, and are greeted with little more than his own quiet disappointment in them.
Emanuel Cole: It's a problem because, without me, you'll never know the true potential of what a human being can become, if only he'd dedicate himself to something other than waste.
Johnny Maverick, and without even saying his name it gets a cheer. Emanuel Cole comes this close to looking annoyed.
Emanuel Cole: I was scheduled this evening to fight Jeremy Gold, and yet the man in charge, the man long over stepping his boundaries, saw fit to give his boy-toy another win, in their otherwise failing career.
A half empty drinks container flies toward the ring, and gets sidestepped, all rather effortlessly.
Emanuel Cole: Emily Corlen represents sloth. Represents greed. Emily Corlen represents everything wrong with the world, yet she's given my spot to shine, because a man like Johnny Maverick knows that, if you all got to witness the complete package of perfection on a weekly basis. His position as anything but this gargantuan's little boy slut would be stripped away.
Emanuel Cole: That is a problem, because -
For the fans, his microphone is mercifully cut and replaced with an all too familiar tune to fans of the AoWF. "Change" permeates the air.
Nick Webb: Whoa! The AoWF World Champion, here, tonight?
Alex Wilkie: Someone knows their theme music a little too well.
The fans find their feet as the song kicks into gear. No pyros this evening, she's not exactly expected, but there's a video at least, and as we cut back to Cole we can see it reflected in his shades. She tears through a victim with the Picture of Perfection, and he looks utterly underwhelmed.
Nick Webb: Lisa Seldon, not scheduled to be with us until WrestleFest. Looks like she wants to get settled in first.
Rayne: Looks to me like she wants to get a cheap pop before the AoWF runs her back to Rebel Pro.
Lisa Seldon steps out to the stage and accepts her cheers with open arms, gold dripping out of each hand.
Rayne: Trust the women from Self~Inflicted Drama to take any opportunity they have to show off.
Nick Webb: Self~Inflicted Drama are a group with a lot of history in the BWF and I personally am happy for any chance we can get to see them bring their own unique style to the BWF.
Rayne: That's putting it nicely.
Lisa Seldon steps down the ramp and gets all the way to the floor before her music is abruptly cut. She shoots a smile back to Cole, who lifts the mic to his lips.
Emanuel Cole: What on earth do you think you're doing, dragging your dime store belts and coming anywhere near my ring.
Lisa Seldon, in reply, looks positively shocked, and waves a hand toward her face. Never the less she holds her smile, and calls for a stagehand to bring her a mic.
Lisa Seldon: What, these?
She motions to her belts, one now resting on her shoulder and the other hanging from her hand.
Lisa Seldon: They're my pride and joy. This one, which defines my place at the top of every company in the AoWF, and this one.
She tilts her head toward her shoulder, the Rebel Pro World Title glistening brightly in the lights.
Lisa Seldon: Which allows me to burn and slash up idiots anytime I get near a ring.
Lisa takes the steps up to the ring and rather cautiously steps inside.
Lisa Seldon: It was only the other day in fact that I was scheduled to defend this very belt, but after a few twists and turns my defense got lost in the mix. What's more now I can't do anything to correct it, since it seems Kalis went a little... you know.
She twists a finger by her ear in a little coo-coo hand motion.
Lisa Seldon: So I figured, if I can't get Kalis, then I might as well go right to Gold. It's his fault after all that I didn't get to end Kalis myself, and I figured, what with him being my new boss, that I might as well introduce him to the way we do things in Rebel Pro, while giving all these lovely people here somewhat of a showcase.
Emanuel Cole moves to interject, but Lisa reaches straight up in the air and snaps her fingers, causing a crackle through the speakers that signals the end to his mic. It's weird that she's able to do that everywhere she goes. Maybe she really is magic.
Lisa Seldon: Apparently though he's busy getting manhandled tonight. So I figured; hey, who's a guy in BWF with the kind of lineage and skill, worth my time. Obviously, the answer was Jethro Hayes, but he's busy, so I settled for you instead.
The fans cackle happily. Meanwhile Cole rests his hands on his hips, clearly starting to lose patience with it all.
Lisa Seldon: Still, I'm easy going. And since I'm only picking someone to replace Simon Kalis, I don't exactly need to be too picky.
She smiles up at Cole, who slowly rolls his eyes.
Lisa Seldon: So, what do you say Cole, wanna make some history, as the first person in BWF to challenge and lose the Rebel Pro World Title?
Lisa hands him the mic, and he quickly snatches it away.
Emanuel Cole: I don't care about your history, your plans, your thoughts or any misguided promise you feel you made to these slack-jawed, sycophantic fools. but if you're out here to bemoan the rigors of being a world champion, then I'll be happy to take it off your hands.
She sits her head on one side, and nods it rather happily.
Nick Webb: Looks like he's getting his match tonight after all.
REBEL PRO WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
Emanuel Cole vs. Lisa Seldon ©
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and it is for the Rebel Pro World Championship! Introducing first, the challenger to my left, standing at 6'4" and weighing in at 257 pounds... hailing from Knoxville, Tennessee... he is the Ideal Reflection... his is EMANUEL COLE!
The fans, having listened to him enough for this evening, boo him bitterly.
Scott Benjamin: And his opponent to my right, representing Rebel Pro... she is the AoWF and Rebel Pro World Champion... she is... LISA SELDON!
A cheer as she lifts both her palms into the air. Unimpressed, Cole claps her off.
Nick Webb: Looks like the challenger isn't too impressed with his opponent tonight.
Rayne: Why should he be? Coming into the BWF, thinking she can just do whatever she likes. She's lucky we're even letting this beat down air.
DING!
The two circle the ring carefully before diving into a lock-up, which Cole easily manages to push back into the ropes. The referee steps in to count the break, but Cole gives it up easily and backs off out of the ropes, but not before wiping his hands through his hair and flicking them at Lisa Seldon.
Nick Webb: What a blatant show of disrespect.
Rayne: Like she deserves anything else.
Lisa wipes the beads of sweat off her face and steps back into the fray, right into another lock-up that sends her toward the ropes. This time though she turns it around, and pushes Cole into the corner in her place. The referee counts again and this time Lisa gives up the clean break, but not before reaching up and ripping a slap across Cole's face.
Rayne: Oh he's going to make her regret that.
Cole rubs the side of his face, the sound still reverberating around the arena and the fans left reeling. A chant of "you got bitch slapped" is encouraged by Lisa Seldon before she reaches out a hand and offers Cole to come get some more. Immediately then he rushes forward with a right cross that Lisa pushes to one side, sending him stumbling straight into a knee in the gut that puts him to the floor. He falls to a knee, and his head sits at just the right height for Lisa to crack it with an elbow, sending him face first to the mat.
Nick Webb: Cole showing the champ no respect early on and already it's costing him.
Rayne: He didn't even get a chance to prepare. There's nothing fair about this at all.
Cole fights up and staggers with a Clothesline that Lisa easily manages to duck, sending Cole into the ropes. He turns again and lunges, this time into a straight kick in the chest that knocks the wind out of his sails. He almost crumbles but holds his ground and presses forth again, only for Lisa to move forward and step under his shot, before bringing her leg up overhead and cracking him with a knee.
Nick Webb: What flexibility from the champ on that shot.
Rayne: Jeez, get a room already.
Cole hits the ropes and stumbles back into a one two punch combination before a Spinning Back Elbow chews up his face. A Palm Strike then flies up and cracks open his nose, sending him falling back into the ropes. Lisa then hits the ropes herself and flies back with a Bicycle Kick, but Cole staggers to one side and tears her out of the sky with a Clothesline.
Rayne: Boom! Finally things are looking up.
Cole stumbles onto Lisa, blood dripping freely down his nose as he pulls her off the mat the mat by the hair, only for her to instantly drop down with a Leg Sweep that drops him straight down and cracks his face off the mat. Lisa then leaps straight up standing and waits for Cole to raise.
Nick Webb: She's baiting him in for The Killer.
Cole looks up into Lisa's eyes, who meets him with a wink and then shoots for a Roundhouse which Cole manages to roll through. However it's just a tease, and as Cole gets to his feet Lisa leaps up behind him, spins herself into the air and then shatters her heel off the back of his skull.
Nick Webb: Heads Will Roll! And Cole is out on his feet.
Cole's eyes roll into the back of his head and he slumps to his knees, utterly dead to the world. Lisa then steps in, tipping him over onto his back and settling a knee across his chest for the pin.
Nick Webb: And this one is all over!
1...
2...
3!
DING DING DING!!!
Rayne: Figures.
Scott Benjamin: Your winner and STILL Rebel Pro World Champion... LISA SELDON!!!
The fans cheer as Lisa rises off the mat with her hands in the air. Her music picks up again as the ref hands off her belts, but it's quickly cut by Lisa herself, who goes looking for another microphone.
Rayne: Oh will this never end.
Lisa Seldon: Thanks ladies and gentlemen, thank you very much for your appreciation for my third and, possibly last match for the BWF.
Nick Webb: What?
Rayne: I knew it! That coward.
The fans boo but Lisa holds up her hand.
Lisa Seldon: No no, don't worry, I have a replacement in mind. Someone better suited for the task, and someone you're a lot more familiar with than me.
Rayne: Oh no.
The fans simmer.
Lisa Seldon: She's rude, she's offensive, she tears off people's arms, hacks them up with silverware and one time I'm pretty sure I saw her kick a puppy into the sun.
The noise begins to build. A name is being banded amongst the fans.
Lisa Seldon: That's right people. For one night only, WrestleFest will see the BWF return of the most awful, vile and bloodthirsty woman on the planet. Your friend and mine, MISS ALEXIS SYKES!
And they rise in a cheer.
Rayne: Oh hell, not her again.
The sound rocks the arena as Lisa does her best to build it up, a cheer of Alexis ringing around the arena.
Nick Webb: Well we might have lost Lisa Seldon, but it looks like she might have just traded herself for the next best thing.
We hang on the shot of Lisa Seldon, holding both her belts and taking a bow, before we cut from the ring.
Matt Stone vs. Marvin Wood
This match was fantastic. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW. Marvin was all *WHOOSH* and Matt Stone was all *Fwomp* and Marvin went *NnnnnnnnEOW* and Matt Stone was all like *Nuh-UH* and Marvin was all *Uh-HUH* and then Matt Stone exploded into confetti. It was quite lovely, actually. *takes a sip of tea* In all seriousness, imagine a five-star, 20 minute classic on par with Savage/Steamboat at WM III. Wood won after grabbing the ropes to block a C-c-c-c-combo Breaker attempt and hitting his own Imperfect Tense (Running STO).
WINNER: Marvin Wood, via pinfall
Nerf or Nothing, Part Three
The scene cuts to Star Diamond after hearing is brother's problem is walking around being even stealthier then before. He keeps jumping between columns on his search for Superman and Leprechaun.
He jumps out of the open.
Star Diamond: Come on Superman, time to meet your maker!
He fires his nerf gun into the air and starts making a bang bang noise. Darts are falling everywhere as he laughs.
Police Officer: FREEZE!
Star Diamond: oh shit!
Police Officer: Put the gun down!
He drops his gun, the plastic smacking against the concrete.
Star Diamond: it's nerf! (he whispers Or nothing)
Police Officer: Kick it over here!
Star Diamond: okay okay!
He kicks his nerf over across the floor. The police officer looks at the gun, and throws it back on to the ground.
Police Officer: On your knees!
Star Diamond: wow at least take me to dinner first.
Police Officer: On your knees asshole!
He grabs back of Star's neck and throws him down.
Star Diamond: okay okay...fuck dude
Police Officer: Driver's License please.
Police Officer: You know it's illegal to paint nerf guns right?
Star Diamond: no? I thought I was in a free country?
Police Officer: You put yourself and others in danger today son, you take away their freedoms when you do stupid things like this.
Star Diamond: so what's next then huh?
Police Officer: I have to give you a ticket, and take your gun.
Star Diamond: a ticket what?!
Yes, here is a ticket you can fight it with the courts on June 7th. Have a nice Day Mr. Diamond. Oh Hey are you related to Neal Diamond?
Star Diamond: no...
Police Officer: Oh, o well, here you are. Please refrain from painting anymore toys.
Star Diamond: yeah sure...
Star gets up grabs his ticket and begins to walk off.
Star Diamond: oh well I should get ready my match anyway.
The scene fades as Star throws off his bullet belt and starts heading down the halls and doing some basic stretches.
The Final Countdown
SIX-PERSON TAG TEAM MATCH
Angelic Marvels & Jethro Hayes vs. Finale & Star Struck
This was probably a fantastic contest, but it was interrupted by a local news story about a small girl getting trapped in a well. We came back to the action in time to see Finale pinning Xaria Linette for the win. Never did find out what happened to the little girl. She probably died. I bet it's your fault. Oh, and Gabe apparently hurt his knee during the match. How much do you wanna bet Star Struck did it? Those young, attractive, bleach blonde bastards!
WINNERS: Finale & Star Struck, via pinfall
Following the main event, David Blazenwing came out and announced that next week on Havok, the Hall of Fame Class of 2011 would be announced for the BWF, headlined by... Gabe Shelley! Big pop, but DB holds his hand up and says that Shelley would ONLY be inducted if he won his match next week... defending the BWF World Championship... against Blazenwing himself! Crowd boos loudly, DB tells Gabe to get that knee checked out - or don't! - as the show fades to the BWF logo, then to black.
© Blazenwing Wrestling Federation 2011
QUICK RESULTS
Emily Corlen def. Jeremy Gold
Triad def. Bam; BWF DRAGONZORD TITLE RETAINED
Hijo Del Diablo Negro def. Sean Robinson
Lisa Seldon def. Emanuel Cole; REBEL PRO WORLD TITLE RETAINED
Marvin Wood def. Matt Stone
Finale, Star Diamond & Andy Sensation def. Gabe Shelley, Xaria Linette & Jethro Hayes