PWP 5: The Gold Rush

(“Underground” by Redlight King is playing, as the show comes on to the air.)

Roy Hardy: Hello ladies and gentlemen! And thank you for tuning in to the most historic night in PWP history! Tonight we will crown the first ever PWP Heavyweight Champion!

Jesse Watson: Ever since this night was announced, I’ve been as excited about it as I’ve ever been anything else! And I know it’s not going to disappoint!

Roy Hardy: Before we get into the first match of the night, we are being treated to a rare appearance by the PWP owner, Josh Duncan! He’s in the ring now!

(The scene cuts to Josh Duncan in the ring.)

Josh Duncan: Tonight… Is a night that will go down in history. Tonight marks the beginning of a new era. An era in which someone will be able to call themselves the man, or woman, of the company. Because tonight marks an era, in which we will see someone become the inaugural PWP Heavyweight Champion!

(The crowd cheers.)

Josh Duncan: To do so, though, it will not be easy. You will truly have to prove yourself worthy, as the person who will win, will have had to win 4 times in one night. We have 16 very talented performers who will all be vying for the opportunity to be able to call themselves the PWP Heavyweight Champion. And just like all of you here tonight, I cannot wait to see who that is. So without further delay, Mr. Jobbs, please introduce the competitors for the first match as I make my exit.

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First Round Match
Rob Colton vs. Jade Shocker

Randall Jobbs: The following contest is a first round match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

(The pulsating guitar riff of "American Slang" kicks in and blares out around the arena, as a shower of golden sparks light up the front of the stage.)

Randall Jobbs: From Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 227 pounds… Rob Colton!

(Rob Colton makes his way out through the pyro display, posing on the ramp with his arms up, taunting the crowd. He slowly - excruciatingly, annoyingly slowly - makes his way down the ramp handing out signed 8x10 photos of himself to all the unimpressed children around the ringside,)

Randall Jobbs: And his opponent…

(The arena goes dark except a set of strobe lights flashing on each side of the stage as "Bad Things" by Wednesday 13 begins to play throughout the arena. There is a mixed reaction from the crowd. Jade Shocker's head is shown spinning around on the screen with a white background until the first big hit of the song begins, at which time, Shocker's head explodes on the screen. "A BULLET IN YOUR HEAD!" Jade Shocker comes out onto the stage as blue spotlights hit him. His hair is slicked back into a tight ponytail and he's wearing a pair of white and blue tights white the word "Flawless" inscribed across the front and back. He wears a black T-Shirt that says "NOT your favorite Legend" across the front with a photo of the PWSI, PWSR, and PWSX seemingly hanging down his back. On the top of the back it says "Dunnit".)

Randall Jobbs: From Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at 285 pounds… Jade Shocker!

(He walks to the ring stopping periodically to point at the front and back of his T-Shirt. He rolls under the bottom rope and stands up pointing at his chest with his thumbs and mouthing words to the camera in front of him as fireworks go off behind him.)

Roy Hardy: First match up of the night! Lets go!

(Bell rings and Shocker goes to lock up with Colton but Rob side steps him and grabs him in a side head lock. Shocker uses his size advantage to quickly back Colton up into the corner and then starts to drill him with right hand shots to the midsection, getting him to break the hold. Jade pulls him out of the corner and sends him off into the ropes. Shocker swings at him but Rob ducks under it, hit’s the rope again and while Shocker’s back is still turned, Rob nails him with a chop block to the back of the knee.)

Roy Hardy: That’s certainly one way to take the bigger opponent down to size.

Jesse Watson: Absolutely. A very effective way.

(Colton hit’s the ropes and lands a low dropkick to the face of Shocker, while he’s on his knees. Rob goes back to the knee and lands several stomps on it before grabbing the legs and locking in a figure 4 leg lock.)

Roy Hardy: Rob Colton looks like he’s going for a submission victory already!

Jesse Watson: This could be a PWP record!

(He couldn’t keep it locked in very long, before Shocker uses his power and reverses it, turning him over and putting the pressure on Rob’s knee.)

Roy Hardy: Good job by Shocker to get out of that submission hold quickly, before too much damage was done to the knee.

(Shocker gets him up and sends him into the corner. As Jade comes in, Rob grabs him and reverses it, pulling Shocker into the corner. Rob lands a couple of knife edge chops before attempting to send Shocker into the opposite corner but Jade reverses it. As Rob bounces out of the corner, Jade catches him, lifts him up and plants him with a fall away slam.)

Jesse Watson: Jade Shocker is so strong and powerful. It’s why he’s one of the best to ever come out of PWS.

Roy Hardy: He certainly is one of their most decorated competitors. He’s been out of the ring for a while though, while Rob has been competing a bit. So we’ll see how that plays into this match.

(Jade goes for a pin…)

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Kickout!

(Shocker gets him up and sends him into the ropes. As he comes off of them, he lifts Rob up and then brings him down across his knee with a back breaker. He goes for another pin..)

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Kickout!

Roy Hardy: Jade Shocker is doing his best to put Rob Colton away early.

Jesse Watson: The quicker, the better. If you want to walk out of this building with the title, you will have to wrestle not one, not two, not even three but FOUR times in one night and win each time.

Roy Hardy: Man, that is going to be brutal on these guys, that’s for sure. With the level of competition in this thing, there will be no easy matches, in my estimation.

(As Jade begins to get Rob up, Rob fights back with some knife edge chops. He takes a swing at Shocker but Jade ducks it and nails him with a clothesline to the back of the head, taking him down.)

Roy Hardy: Brutal blow by Jade Shocker!

(Jade walks over and gets up onto the 2nd rope. He leaps off, going for an elbow drop but Rob rolls out of the way in time.)

Jesse Watson: Great timing on Rob Colton to avoid that elbow drop.

(Rob gets up and lands a standing moonsault on Shocker. He hooks the leg..)

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Kickout!

(Rob calls for his finisher, as Shocker starts to get up. Rob grabs him for the “Hollywood Heights” but Jade reverses it with a back drop.)

Roy Hardy: I think Shocker knew the end was close for him. Great awareness to reverse that move.

Jesse Watson: He isn’t a former multi-time World Champion by accident.

(As Rob is getting to his feet, Jade grabs him and calls for the “Jadded Edge.” He lifts him up in the crucifix powerbomb position. But before he can connect with it, Rob slides down his back, landing on his feet. He hooks Jade’s arms as he does and pulls him down with a backslide pin…)

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3!!!!!!!

Jesse Watson: What the hell?!?!

Randall Jobbs: Winner of this match via pinfall, at the 5:13 mark of the match, Rob Colton!

Roy Hardy: I did not see that coming at all!

Jesse Watson: Judging by the look on Jade Shocker’s face, he didn’t either! I can’t believe it’s over and Rob beat him that quickly!

Roy Hardy: That makes the two of us! Going into this thing, Jade was considered a favorite to some and now he’s bounced from the first round!

Jesse Watson: We just kicked the show off with, arguably, a massive upset. I wonder if that’s going to set the tempo for the rest of this show.

Roy Hardy: Oh I’ve got no doubt that this night is going to be hectic. And like you just said, this is only the beginning!

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First Round Match
Brett Sands vs. Mercedes Young

Randall Jobbs: The following contest is a first round match and scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

(Purple lights start to flash around the arena as Mercedes makes her way out.)

Randall Jobbs: From Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 115 pounds… Mercedes Young!

(She slides into the ring, as soon as she got inside the ring and hisses at the ref, before climbing up on the turnbuckles. She lets out a howling laugh.)

Randall Jobbs: And her opponent…

("In The City" by Kevin Rudolf begins to blare all throughout the arena as the audience immediately begins to boo. Brett Sands steps through the curtain, a smirk on his face as he stands at the top of the stage and stares out into the audience. Wearing his dark green trunks and a dark green sweater, he raises his hands high up in the air as gold pyro sprinkles down before stepping forward and making his way to the ring.)

Randall Jobbs: Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing in at 267 pounds… Brett Sands!

(As he makes his way down the ramp, Brett just looks at the audience and signs along with the song, mostly the part where Rudolf says "give it all up for me" and pointing at himself. Once ringside, Brett slowly (and with cockiness) walks around the ring before going up the steel steps and entering the ring. He removes his jacket and tosses it at the nearby worker before standing in the center of the ring. While at the center, he slowly moves around in a circle, "basking in his glory", before heading to his designated corner.)

Jesse Watson: Time for match #2 in the first round! I’m ready to go!

(The bell rings and as Brett is mouthing off with some fans, Mercedes runs up behind him with a school boy roll up…)

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3!?!?
NO! KICKOUT!

Roy Hardy: Mercedes Young just almost won this match!

Jesse Watson: Can you imagine if Brett didn’t kick out in time?! He would have gone nuts!

(The both rush to their feet and Brett lands a kick to the stomach. He sends Mercedes off into the ropes and swings at her but she ducks under his arm. As she comes off the ropes again, she leaps up and catches him with a hurricanrana.)

Roy Hardy: Great move by Mercedes, pulling that hurricanrana out of nowhere!

(Mercedes backs up into the corner and as Brett gets to his feet, he rushes in at her but she leaps up, getting a foot into his face. She jumps up onto the second rope and as Brett turns around, she leaps off, hitting him with a knee to the face. He staggers around and when he turns around, Mercedes hits him with a standing dropkick.)

Jesse Watson: Mercedes is not playing around! She is taking it right to Brett Sands!

(Mercedes starts to get Brett to his feet and Brett gives her a rake to the eyes.)

Roy Hardy: Oh come on. Mercedes isn’t exactly one to always play by the rules either but that was unnecessary.

Jesse Watson: The PWP Heavyweight Title is at stake here, Roy. Everyone is going to do anything and everything they can to make sure they walk out of here, making history.

(Brett lifts her up and plants her with a body slam. He puts his foot on her chest, going for an arrogant pin attempt…)

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Kickout!

Roy Hardy: You’ll be hard pressed to find anyone that is going to be pinned that way, much less someone like Mercedes Young.

(Sands starts to get Mercedes up but she grabs him and connects with a jawbreaker. As he’s hunched over, Mercedes hit’s the ropes and goes for a bulldog but Brett blocks it, lifts her up and plants her with a back suplex.)

Roy Hardy: And there’s Brett, displaying his sizeable strength advantage over Mercedes, with that counter.

Jesse Watson: Yeah, Mercedes has a lot to overcome in this match, for sure.

(She gets onto her hands and knees, trying to get to her feet but Brett quickly grabs her in a camel clutch submission hold. She tries to fight out of it but before she can, Brett lands a hard elbow blow to the top of her head. He gets her up and shoves her into the corner. He then hits her with a hard chop to the chest. She tries to fight back with a forearm shot to the mouth but he comes back with a kick to the stomach. Brett brings her out of the corner and takes her to the mat with a snapmere. He hit’s the ropes and drills her with a boot to the face. He goes for a pin…)

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Kickout!

Roy Hardy: Brett Sands is really in control of this match now.

Jesse Watson: Yeah, and that’s not good news for Mercedes. I’ve seen a fair amount of Brett’s matches and when he gets going, he’s extremely hard to stop.

(He sits her up and grabs her into a chin lock. He keeps it locked in for a good 15 seconds or so before Mercedes starts to fight back to her feet. She lands a couple of elbow shots to the midsection, getting him to let go but Brett comes right back with a hard club to the back. He grabs her and sends her off into the ropes. As she comes off of them, he goes for a back drop but she floats over him and brings him over with a sunset flip pin…)

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Kickout!

Roy Hardy: Near fall for Mercedes Young!

Jesse Watson: Lets see if this is the opening she needed!

(They both get to their feet and Mercedes charges at Brett but Brett gets his elbow up into her face. He grabs her and slams her face into the top turnbuckle. Brett backs up and runs in at her but she moves out of the way and he crashes into the turnbuckles chest-first. Mercedes hit’s the ropes and goes for a springboard back elbow but Brett catches her in mid-air and drives her into the mat with a bridging German suplex…)

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Kickout!

Roy Hardy: What a counter by Brett Sands! I’ve never seen someone counter an elbow like that!

Jesse Watson: You and me both! That was incredible!

(Brett drags her up to her feet and sends her into the ropes. As Mercedes comes off the ropes, she catches Brett with a low dropkick to the knee, taking him down to one knee. She rushes up and then nails him with a shinning wizard. She hooks the leg for a pin…)

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Kickout!

(Mercedes gets up and climbs to the second rope. Once Brett is to his feet, she leaps off and connects with a flying tornado DDT. She hooks the leg again…)

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Kickout at 2 ½!

Roy Hardy: Mercedes Young is doing everything she can to try and putt away Brett Sands but he keeps kicking out!

Jesse Watson: I’ve gotta wonder what else she has left!

(Mercedes waits for Brett to get up and as he does, she hit’s the ropes and leaps up at him, going for a cross body but he catches her and connects with “The Ride Of Pain.” He makes a pin..)

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Kickout at 2 ½!

Roy Hardy: And she kicked out too! Both people have kicked out of signature moves that each are known for doing!

Jesse Watson: Great action in this match!

(As Brett begins to get Mercedes up, she fights back with some forearm shots. She then hits him with a spinning backhand to the mouth and an uppercut, that sends him staggering backwards. She then charges at him but he side steps her and catches her with a drop toe hold that sends her face first into the second turnbuckle.)

Roy Hardy: Big counter by Brett Sands!

Jesse Watson: Mercedes had him reeling big time! I’m surprised he had the presence of mind to pull that out.

(Brett pulls her out of the corner, lifts her up on his shoulders and then plants her with “The Dream Killer.” He makes the pin…)

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Randall Jobbs: Winner of this match, at the 10:52 mark of the match… Brett Sands!

Roy Hardy: And just like that, Brett Sands is advancing on to the next round!

Jesse Watson: Mercedes Young hit that turnbuckle hard and she just couldn’t recover in time.

Roy Hardy: Nope. Brett Sands knew that he had her dazed and he took advantage. And luckily for him, it was enough to put her away. A strong showing though, on the part of Mercedes Young.

Jesse Watson: It sure was. And now we know that we’re going to see Brett Sands and Rob Colton square off in the next round.

Roy Hardy: And what a match that should be.

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First Round Match
Darren Maddox vs. Sister Liliana

Randall Jobbs: The following contest is a first round match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

(A pipe organ begins to play and Bach's "Toccata & Fugue in D minor” starts to play. Throughout the arena the lights go dark, minus a spotlight at the top of the ramp. Father Jones is out first, wearing black dress pants and aback turtle neck, with an oversized black hat and oversized sunglasses as well. Wearing all black, with a veil covering her face, the former Liliana and Sweet Potato makes her way slowly out from the back.)

Randall Jobbs: From Bayonne, New Jersey, weighing in at 122 pounds… She represents Inferno Wrestling Federation… Sister Liliana!

(Father Jones stands by her and claps proudly before the two of them head to the ring. Sister Liliana never takes her gaze off of the ring but Father Jones walks all around her talking her up, clapping, and pointing to the ring. She slowly climbs up the stairs and steps carefully into the ring. Once in the ring, she throws the veil off and shows an all black mask that covers her entire head, including having her hair covered up.)

Randall Jobbs: And her opponent…

(Once Darren Maddox’s music starts, Once his music starts, he comes walking down the aisle through the crowd.)

Randall Jobbs: From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 220 pounds… He represents WXW… Darren Maddox!

(Once he's at the barricade, he quickly somersaults over it, then walks around the ring like he's pumping himself up for the match. He gets up on the apron and climbs through the ropes and stands in the ring as he looks out at the fans with a serious expression.)

Roy Hardy: Here we go, now. This is our 3rd first round match of the night!

(They lock up and Liliana quickly slides behind Maddox, with a waist lock. Maddox grabs one of her arms, breaking the hold and starts to twist it. She spins out of it, going behind Maddox and grabbing him with another waist lock, before taking him down to the mat with a double leg take down. She goes for a front face lock but Maddox quickly slides out of her grasps, getting to his feet. He grabs Liliana’s arm, putting her in a hammerlock. Sister Liliana slips out of it and grabs Darren in a side headlock. She then takes him to the mat with a headlock take down but Maddox quickly swings his legs up, wrapping them around her neck and pulling her off with a head scissors. Liliana finds a way to slip out of Maddox’s lock and she quickly repositions herself so that she can grab him in another side headlock.)

Roy Hardy: I’m very surprised that Sister Liliana has been able to go hold for hold with Darren Maddox so far. She’s known more for her lucha libre style of wrestling.

Jesse Watson: Well, she knows that she has to adapt in order to be successful. The best competitors are the ones that can adapt when the time calls for it.

(Maddox fights to his feet, while in the headlock and lands a couple of forearm shots to the midsection of Sister Liliana, before shooting her off into the ropes. Maddox drops down and Sister Liliana jumps over him, hitting the ropes again. Maddox gets to his feet and as Liliana comes off the ropes, he leap frogs her but she stops behind him, sweeps the legs and goes for a quick pin…)

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Kickout!

(They both rush to their feet and this time Maddox sweeps the legs of Sister Liliana and he goes for the quick pin…)

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Kickout!

(Again, they both rush to their feet and Sister Liliana quickly grabs Darren in a waist lock. He slips out, sliding behind her and grabbing her in a waist lock of his own. She slips out, grabbing him in one, once again. Darren drops to his hands and knees, backs up, going between her legs, gets up and grabs her with a waist lock, before pushing forward and driving her into the corner. He looks to pull her backwards with a roll up but she grabs the ropes and he rolls backwards, as Sister Liliana leaps up to the second rope. She jumps off, as Darren gets back to his feet and catches him with mid-air arm drag, sending Darren flying to the other side of the ring.)

Roy Hardy: This is like a game of chess, as these two are going move for move!

Jesse Watson: I get the feeling we’re in for a special match, here!

(As Darren gets to his feet, Liliana hit’s the ropes and Darren swings at her with a clothesline but she ducks under it, hitting the ropes again. This time he leaps up and drills her with a knee to the mouth.)

Roy Hardy: Man, Darren caught her right in the mouth with that knee. She’ll be lucky if she didn’t loose a tooth.

Jesse Watson: Or get a bloody lip at the very least.

(Sister Liliana climbs to the corner, using the ropes to get up. Maddox charges in at her but she gets her elbow up into his mouth, stopping him. Liliana leaps up to the second rope and then jumps off, landing a dropkick to the chest of Maddox, sending him flying backwards and rolling out of the ring, holding his chest.)

Roy Hardy: Great move by Sister Liliana and now Darren Maddox is looking to slow the pace down and catch his breath.

Jesse Watson: Which is smart. Sister Liliana is a very fast paced wrestler. Slowing her down could take her off her game.

(Maddox turns around, just in time to catch a baseball slide to the chest, sending him down. Liliana rolls out of the ring, picks Maddox back up and rolls him in.)

Jesse Watson: If I was Sister Liliana, I would have tried to get the count out win. It might not have worked but it might have. You never know.

(Liliana gets Maddox up but Darren comes back, shoving her into the ropes. He then follows up with some forearm shots to the mouth. He grabs her and sends her off into the ropes. He swings for a clothesline but she ducks under his arm. As she comes off the ropes again, she goes for a tilt-a-whirl DDT but Maddox blocks it, drives his knee into her midsection and then plants her into the mat with a brain buster. Maddox quickly hit’s the ropes and lands a senton. He makes the pin..)

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Kickout!

Roy Hardy: Darren Maddox looking for the win there after a devastating brain buster and senton combo. He got the two but not enough to put away Sister Liliana yet.

Jesse Watson: Yeah and no matter how good Darren is, Sister Liliana is no push over and is going to take a lot to beat.

(Darren turns her over on her stomach, drives his knee into her back and then pulls back on her chin. After it becomes apparent that she’s not going to tap out, he breaks it, gets to his feet and lands a quick elbow drop to the back. As he starts to get her up, she fights back, landing several punches to the midsection, backing Maddox up into the corner. She goes to send Maddox into the opposite corner but he reverses it. He charges right in behind her, hitting her with a drivebye kick in the corner.)

Roy Hardy: Good lord, Darren nearly kicked her head off!

Jesse Watson: That one hurt MY face!

(He pulls her out of the corner, draping her neck across the middle rope and then putting his foot on the back of her head, pushing it against the rope, choking her. He breaks it, hit’s the ropes and then drives his hip into the back of her head this time. He pushes her down to the mat and goes for the pin…)

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Kickout!

(Maddox picks Sister Liliana up and throws her over the top rope. He follows out right behind her and as she’s trying to get to her feet, he plants her on the ground with a swinging neck breaker.)

Roy Hardy: Right on the concrete floor!

Jesse Watson: That’s a quick way to get a concussion, right there!

(Darren drags her to her feet and rolls her into the ring, sliding in right behind her and hooking the leg for a pin…)

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Kickout at 2 ½!

(Maddox gets Liliana up to her feet, lifts her up and sits up on top of the top turnbuckle. He takes a few steps back, charges in and catches a foot to the face. She grabs his head, leaps off of the ropes and plants him with a tornado DDT. She makes the pin…)

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Kickout at 2 ½!

Roy Hardy: And just like that, Sister Liliana has turned the tide of this match up!

Jesse Watson: But can she stay on Darren and keep the momentum in her favor?!

Roy Hardy: That’s what we’re about to find out.

(Both of them get to their feet and Sister Liliana sends Maddox into the ropes. As he comes off of them, she leaps up catching him with a hurricanrana. She hooks the legs as she brings him over, with a pin…)

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NO! KICKOUT!

(Sister Liliana gets up quickly, takes a couple steps back and then comes in, landing a standing shooting star press. She hooks the leg again..)

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Kickout!

(Sister Liliana gets up and then climbs to the top rope. She waits for Maddox to get up and as he does, she leaps off but Maddox catches her with a spear. He hooks the leg..)

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Randall Jobbs: Winner of this match via pinfall, at the 11:12 mark of the match, Darren Maddox!

Roy Hardy: Darren Maddox with the spear out of nowhere, gets the win!

Jesse Watson: That’s what makes a move like that so dangerous. If you can master it enough so that you can put your opponents away with it, you’re all set. Because you can hit that thing at just about any time.

Roy Hardy: Just like we saw right there. I thought Sister Liliana had the match because she was rolling there at the end but Darren Maddox saw her coming and reacted in time.

Jesse Watson: And just like that, Darren Maddox will be moving on to the next round.

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First Round Match
James Shark vs. Peyton Von Licht

Randall Jobbs: The following contest is a first round match and scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

(A loud screeching scream could be heard from a woman. Followed up by the scream is a bunch of other cries, the sound of splashing water can then be heard a long with the cries for help yelling out "SHARK, SHARK, SHARK!". The loud screams fade away until all that could be heard are the fans in the arena.

Told y'all niggaz
Ya just don't listen
Why must you be hard headed
Tried to explain, but ya didn't hear me though
Ya know, grrrrrr

The lights in the arena begin to flicker black and blue as a bunch of sexy females carrying AK-47's begin to walk out of the curtains and down the ramp. Each one of them wearing white t-shirts with black thongs. All the white shirts reading: "Team Shark" in bold black font.

They all stand in a vertical line on both sides of the ramp. The mini tron behind them display the words: Money Power Respect. Suddenly, as the theme song kicks in and blasts through the speakers, pyro begins to go off in front of the ramp.

"Uh
One two one two, come through run through
Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do
Some do, those that know are real quiet
Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot
Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the hardest
rap artist and I'ma start this
Shit up foreal, get up and feel, my words
I make herbs split up and squeal

James Shark comes out from behind the curtains with both of his arms raised up in the air. Flipping off both the arena and the audience watching at home. As the camera zooms into him he looks right at it, beginning to talk shit about his opponent. He takes his eyes off of the camera and looks at all the sexy females standing on the ramp. A sly smirk comes across his face before he begins to walk down the ramp.)

Randall Jobbs: From Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 205 pounds… Representing Insurgency Wrestling Federation… James Shark!

(Ill is all I've been hearin lately
Niggaz hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me
put their brains on the wall, when I brawl
Too late for that 911 call
Niggaz stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin
But not me because I'ma nigga that can get out of them cuffs
You think a lot of them tough
Not just for frotin
When I hit them niggaz like 'What you want?'
the battle turns into a hunt
With the dog right behind niggaz chasin em down
We all knew that you was pussy
but I'm tastin it now"

As James walks down the ramp, the females all turn around and point their guns at the fans, making sure none of them is reaching out towards him and trying to touch him. Once he gets to the bottom of the ramp, he runs towards the ring and slides into it.

Niggas is pussy
Keep me runnin from the werewolf, owww
Howling at the moon on the roof
Eh, ah, no, get em
Ten niggas on him, hope God's with him
Give me the bat, let me split him
I'll have em where the pillow and the casket won't fit him
Only reason I did him, he wouldn't fight back
Trieed to strike back
Left him like that, layin up with the white hat
Gettin right back at ya when I snatch ya
up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes
Hittin niggaz with gashes to the head
Straight to the white meat but the street stay red
But this girl gave me head for free

Shark begins to move around the ring, bouncing off the ropes and shadow boxing right in the center. He begins to demonstrate his incredible speed and foot work before the music dies off and the females all head backstage.)

Randall Jobbs: And his opponent…

(The light begins to dim down. Only one light hovers over the entrance as the introduction of “Holding Out for A Hero” by Bonnie Tyler. Smoke begins to rise from a smoke machine out of view. When the beat picks up, Peyton comes out. He is wearing a hooded cape, his head lowered. He flicks off the hood and throws up his arms, yelling out to the crowd.)

Randall Jobbs: From Mount Pearl, Newfoundland, Canada, weighing in at 172 pounds… Representing Inferno Wrestling Federation… Peyton Von Licht!

(He then picks up his pace, walking down the ramp, hitting the hands of the crowd. He hops onto the side of the ring. He stands up on the turnbuckle, screaming out “I am your hero!" As he enters the ring, he bounces around the ring, keeping his energy up.)

Roy Hardy: A very interesting match up here, between a newcomer to PWP and one of it’s main stays, James Shark.

(The bell rings and they lock up and Shark backs Peyton into the corner. Peyton backs James up though, right back out into the center, the two of them still locked up with one another. Peyton grabs one of Shark’s arms and goes behind him, getting him in a hammerlock. Shark spins out of it and grabs Peyton in a side headlock. Peyton delivers an elbow to the stomach and then shoves James off into the ropes. As Shark comes off the ropes, he hits Peyton with a shoulder block. Shark gets Peyton up, sends him into the ropes again and as he comes off, James goes for a hip toss but Peyton blocks it. Peyton goes for a high side kick but Shark blocks it and goes for a clothesline but Peyton ducks under it. The two lock eyes and square off again, as the fans cheer after the intense back and forth.)

Roy Hardy: A great sequence of moves there but neither man was able to gain the upper hand.

Jesse Watson: Everyone loves Peyton but I think he’s out of his element here. Shark is the tougher and more experienced guy.

Roy Hardy: I can’t argue with that but by the same token, one can say that Peyton has more of an ‘unknown factor’ to him. We really don’t know what we’re going to see from him. And that might help him.

(It looks like they’re about to lock up again but Peyton delivers a kick to the knee and then follows it up with a forearm shot. Peyton hits him with a few more forearm shots, before sending him into the corner. Peyton charges but Shark gets a foot up, catching Peyton in the mouth.)

Jesse Watson: I think I saw a couple of Peyton’s teeth go flying 15 rows back! And that’s not good for Peyton because he’s already unattractive enough as it is.

Roy Hardy: What in the world are you talking about?!

Jesse Watson: What? Are you saying you find Peyton attractive?

Roy Hardy: No! But he’s not ugly- no, you know what?! I’m not defending myself on such a ridiculous matter!

(Peyton staggers over to the ropes and Shark charges and goes for a clothesline but Peyton ducks and dumps James over the top rope. James lands on the ring apron, though, and gets to his feet. Peyton looks over his shoulder and sees James standing there. He rears back with a mule kick to the midsection of Shark, causing Shark to fall off the apron and smashing his face into the apron as he crashes down.)

Roy Hardy: Very slick move there, by Peyton!

Jesse Watson: There you go, playing cheerleader for your crush.

Jake Ryland: My crush!?

Jesse Watson: Yeah, a few minutes ago you said he was sexy.

Roy Hardy: Are you even listening to what I say?!

(Peyton goes to the outside and gets Shark up to his feet. He goes for a vertical suplex but Shark blocks it. James hits him with a few punches to the kidney and then shoves Peyton off, face first, into the steel ring post.)

Jesse Watson: That’s gonna rattle whatever it is he’s got up in his head!

Roy Hardy: Man, Peyton sure did hit that post hard.

(James rolls Peyton back into the ring and then slides in under the bottom rope, right behind him. Shark gets up and lands some boots to the back of the head of Peyton, as he’s trying to get up. He gets Peyton up and sends him into the corner. Peyton bounces out from the impact and Shark meets him with a vicious clothesline. Shark goes for a pin ..)

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Roy Hardy: Only a two count for James, after that one.

Jesse Watson: I wasn’t sure Peyton was going to kick out. James damn near took his head off with that clothesline!

Roy Hardy: That, he did. It’s clear that James came here tonight with no intentions of messing around.

(Shark gets up and backs up to one corner, allowing Peyton to get to his feet. Once he does, Shark charges and Peyton side steps him, catching him with a drop toe hold, sending James face first into the 2nd turnbuckle.)

Roy Hardy: Peyton outsmarted him there!

(As James is getting back to his feet, Peyton hit’s the ropes and as Shark turns around, Peyton hits him with a flying knee strike to the mouth. As Shark is down on his hands and knees, Peyton lands some hard kicks to the ribs. Peyton gets Shark to his feet and goes for a suplex but Shark blocks it and delivers a knee to the midsection. James grabs Peyton’s head, runs and lands a bulldog. James makes a pin …)

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Roy Hardy: And a two count there for James Shark, after the bulldog.

Jesse Watson: I’ve been on Peyton’s case a lot but even I know that it’s going to take more than that to keep him down.

(Shark starts getting Peyton to his feet but Peyton fights back, landing some punches to the midsection. Peyton runs into the ropes but as he comes off them, Shark catches him with a boot to the stomach and then levels him with a hard uppercut. James gets Peyton back to his feet, before planting him with a scoop slam and following it up with a leg drop. Shark goes for another pin …)

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Roy Hardy: Peyton really needs to do something to get back into this match.

(Shark gets him back up and attempts to send him into the ropes but Peyton reverses it. As James comes off the ropes, Peyton connects with a spinning heal kick. James sits up on his knees and Peyton comes running and hits him with a dropkick to the chest. Peyton goes for the pin …)

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Roy Hardy: So close, by Peyton!

Jesse Watson: Don’t let this slip away, James! Come on!

(Peyton climbs up to the top rope, waiting for James to get to his feet. As he does, James lunges and knocks the legs out from under Peyton, crotching him on the top rope. Peyton falls off the top, slumping to the floor. As Peyton gets up, holding himself, he doesn’t see Shark come out of nowhere, blasting him with the “Swag Out.” Shark makes the pin..)

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Randall Jobbs: Winner of this match via pinfall, at the 12:43 mark of the match, James Shark!

Roy Hardy: And with that, folks, James Shark moves on to the next round of the tournament.

Jesse Watson: Peyton made a mistake going to the top rope and James made him pay.

Jesse Watson: I don’t know why Peyton would take a risk like that. He should have stayed on Shark.

Roy Hardy: Chalk it up to a learning experience for Peyton Von Licht. He showed great promise here tonight and I look forward to, hopefully, seeing him compete here again.

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First Round Match
Sylar Drake vs. TJ Codair

Randall Jobbs: The following is a first round match and scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

(Five Finger Death Punch's White Knuckles rips onto the speakers as the fans erupt. TJ Codair's name flashes on the monitors as Codair steps out from the back and walks down to the ring.)

Randall Jobbs: From Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 236 pounds… Representing WXW… TJ Codair!

(He rolls into the ring and quickly gets back to his feet.

“They're saying crush it, break it, smash it Fuckin' kill 'em all!”

Codair pounds his right fist over his heart three times.

“Laugh as it falls away”

Codair holds his right fist high into the air as he walks towards the turnbuckles.

“I won't dodge another silver bullet Just to save a little face.”

Codair climbs up the ropes and looks out to the fans, as the lights go dark and a blue spot light lands on him.

“I want you to know, I want you to see, I want you to look beyond your own eyes, Past your afflictions.”

The music dies down as Codair jumps off the turnbuckles as the lights come back on.  He spreads his arms and yells out to the fans as they all cheer him on.)

Randall Jobbs: And his opponent…

("Subterrean Bullshit Blues" by Deaf Havana starts to play and Sylar Drake emerges from the back.)

Randall Jobbs: From Newcastle, England, weighing 192 pounds… Sylar Drake!

(After he high fives some fans, he runs and slides into the ring.)

Roy Hardy: Two first timers here in PWP. Lets see what they’ve got!

(Sylar and TJ start off in the center of the ring. The bell rings and they immediately lock up. TJ out powers Sylar and backs him into the ropes and the ref forces Sylar to do a clean break. Sylar goes back to the center of the ring and challenges TJ to another lock up. TJ obliges him and meets him in the center and they lock up once again. Sylar grabs him in a wrist lock, puts his leg behind TJ’s and trips him down. Sylar holds onto the arm and then puts Codair into an armbar. Sylar keeps it locked in for several seconds before TJ fights his way back to his feet, Sylar still holding onto Codair’s arm. TJ slides out of the hold and takes Sylar down with an arm drag. Both of them pop back up at the same time and Sylar takes TJ down at the legs. He grabs one leg and puts TJ into a half Boston crab submission. TJ is right next to the ropes though and grabs onto them. Sylar breaks the hold and walks back a few steps.)

Roy Hardy: Both men are being very aggressive here in the opening.

Jesse Watson: This match will speak high volumes. Both men are looking to show they are the better man.

Roy Hardy:  So true. I don’t see this match slowing down at all.

(Sylar gets TJ up to his feet and grabs TJ’s arm, twisting it. Codair reverses out of it, keeping hold of Sylar’s arm and gives Sylar a short arm clothesline. TJ gets Sylar up and pushes him into the corner. He starts laying into him with some hard knife edge chops to the chest. Codair then releases a barrage of kicks to the midsection of Sylar, to the point that he is slumped in a sitting position on the ground. Finally, the ref is forced to get in between them, to pull TJ off of him.)

Roy Hardy: Codair getting a little over aggressive, it seems.

Jesse Watson: You have to be aggressive in a match like this.

(TJ gets Drake up and attempts to send him into the ropes but Sylar reverses it and sends TJ into the ropes. TJ holds onto the ropes though and as he does, Sylar charges at him but TJ ducks it and back drops Sylar over the top rope and to the outside of the ring, onto the floor. TJ goes to the outside of the ring, beginning to stalk Sylar as he gets up. Sylar gets to his feet and as he does, TJ approaches him. TJ begins to grab him but Sylar turns around quickly and nails him with a right hand. Sylar then hits Codair with a few more punches. Sylar rolls into the ring to break the count and then rolls back out, but stands on the ring apron. Once TJ turns around, Sylar jumps off with a diving cross body and connects on TJ.)

Roy Hardy: Nice execution there, by Sylar. I have a feeling both men are going to pull out all the stops in this one.

Jesse Watson: Of course they are. They both have a lot to prove here tonight.

(Sylar gets up and delivers a kick to the head of TJ, before getting him to his feet. Sylar then sends TJ, hard, shoulder-first into the steel ring steps. Sylar gets him right back up and then slams Codair’s face into the steps. He grabs TJ again, who is now on his knees, and slams Codair’s face into the steps once again.)

Roy Hardy: We are seeing a very aggressive side of Sylar right now. You gotta know that title is on his mind.

Jesse Watson: It has to be on the mind of everyone. It’s definitely bringing out a more aggressive side to people.

(Sylar rolls into the ring and waits for TJ to get up. At about the 8 count, TJ finally gets to his feet but before he can get into the ring, Sylar runs and nails him with a baseball slide, sending TJ flying back into the steel guard rail. Sylar goes back to the outside, grabs TJ and slams his head into the guard rail. TJ fights back though, nailing Sylar with a hard chop to the chest. He hits him with a couple more and Sylar slides back into the ring, TJ follows right behind him. Before TJ can get up though, Sylar is to his feet and landing some kicks to the back of Codair’s head.

Roy Hardy: Codair tried to get back in this but couldn’t capitalize in time.

Jesse Watson: Sylar is just too quick, it seems.

(He gets TJ up and Irish whips him into the corner. Sylar charges at Codair but he gets an elbow up into the jaw of Sylar in time, staggering Sylar back a few steps. TJ then charges out of the corner but Sylar is the one, this time, catching Codair with the elbow to the jaw. TJ stumbles back, grabbing his mouth. When he turns around, Sylar nails him with a clothesline. Sylar gets TJ up to his feet, hooks the arm over his neck and then delivers a vertical suplex. Sylar rolls over and hooks the leg on TJ …)

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(Sylar, out of frustration, drives his forearm into the face of TJ and pins him again …)

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(Sylar then grabs TJ’s arm that he was working on earlier and puts it into a vice grip. He keeps it locked in for several seconds but TJ is close enough to the ropes that he puts his foot on the bottom one.)

Roy Hardy: Good ring awareness there, by TJ Codair to know where in the ring, he was and not let the near falls rattle him.

Jesse Watson: I’ll hand it to him, he did show great composure there.

(Sylar lets go of the hold and begins to get TJ up to his feet. TJ gives him a shot to the midsection and then follows up with some right hand shots to the mouth of Sylar. TJ then runs against the ropes, charging at Sylar but Sylar side steps him, lifts him up into the air and brings him down neck-first onto the top rope.)

Roy Hardy: TJ trying to get some offense going but Sylar keeps cutting him off.

(Sylar leans into the ropes and then lands a knee drop. Sylar grabs Codair and gets him to his feet. Codair begins to fight back, once again, hitting Sylar with some punches and some knife edge chops. Codair sends Sylar into the ropes and connects with a back drop. Sylar gets back up and Codair nails him with a clothesline. Sylar pops back up and, once again, TJ nails him with another thunderous clothesline. Codair gets Sylar up and sends him into the ropes again. As Sylar comes off the ropes, TJ catches him and nails him with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex.)

Roy Hardy: TJ Codair looks to be on fire now!

(TJ makes a pin attempt …)

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(TJ gets up and starts stalking Sylar, as he begins to get up. TJ runs into the ropes and as he comes off of them, he goes for a huge clothesline but Sylar ducks it, goes behind TJ and plants Codair with a high angle German suplex. Sylar makes a cover on TJ …)

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Jesse Watson: And just like that! Sylar is right back in control of this thing.

(Sylar flips TJ over onto his stomach, drives his knee into his back and wrenches back on TJ’s neck. TJ quickly uses his strength to get to his hands and knees but Sylar quickly adjusts and puts his other leg over on the other side of TJ, putting him in a camel clutch. TJ looks like he’s fading, when suddenly he starts to gain some strength and fights to his feet, with Sylar hanging onto his back. TJ then falls backwards, using all of his weight to land on Sylar. TJ crawls up to his feet and then runs into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, he tries landing a leg drop but Sylar rolls out of the way. Both men get to their feet and Sylar takes TJ down with a snapmare and then puts him into a headlock.)

Roy Hardy: Sylar, really trying to wear down TJ Codair here.

Jesse Watson: He’s doing a good job of it so far.

(TJ starts to battle to his feet and once he does, he hits Sylar with an elbow to the midsection, forcing him to break the headlock. TJ then nails him in the jaw, with his elbow. TJ turns around and nails Sylar with a right hand but Sylar comes right back with a boot to the stomach. Sylar swings at Codair but TJ ducks it. TJ grabs Sylar from behind and nails him with an overhead belly to back suplex, flipping Sylar in the air, causing him to land facedown onto the mat.)

Roy Hardy: GORGEOUS move by Codair there!

(Codair tries to capitalize, slowly being able to fight his way to the top rope. However Sylar slowly begins to get to his feet, and hits TJ with an elbow to the gut. Sylar swings at Codair but TJ blocks it and takes Sylar down to the mat with a judo hip toss. The then keeps ahold of the arm and locks him into the “Crown of Thorns” submission hold. Sylar does his best to get out of it but has to tap out.)

Randall Jobbs: Winner of this match via submission, at the 10:21 mark of the match… TJ Codair!

Roy Hardy: A hell of a match between these two competitors!

Jesse Watson: I’ll tell ya, they had me guessing the whole time who was going to come out on top.

Roy Hardy: You and I both. It wasn’t until that bell rang, that I was of who won. Great performance by TJ Codair as he moves on to the next round and a hell of a performance by Sylar Drake as well.

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First Round Match
Savannah vs. Jordan Caliband

Randall Jobbs: The following is a first round match and scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

(The song starts and the intro plays through and finally as the tempo picks up this Dude just saunter out onto the center of the stage cocky as all that, singing along with his own theme song milking every second of it swaggering from side to side on the stage, finally a Beautiful red head appears as if from nowhere behind him and places her hand on his head calming him and then she steps back as he drops to his knees pounding on the ramp and then coming back up CM PUNK style screaming

“INCOMING!!!!!!”)

Randall Jobbs: From Coleraine, Northern Ireland, weighing in at 175 pounds… Jordan Caliband!

(He rolls back onto his feet, the girl is standing behind him smiling at his behaviour, he is basically bouncing as he makes his way from the stage singing along with his own theme song and getting in the face of the crowd, the song speeds up again and Jordan runs at the ring jumping and sliding in feet first followed by a quick kip up into a standing corkscrew back flip landing back on his feet. The entrance ends with Caliban sitting on the top rope with the girl playing with his hair on the apron. Both are waiting watching the ramp or opponent intently.)

Randall Jobbs: And his opponent…

(“Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns N Roses plays, as Savannah emerges from behind the curtain.)

Randall Jobbs: From Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 165 pounds.. Representing Insurgency Wrestling Federation… Savannah!

(She high fives some fans on her way to the ring, before getting in.)

Roy Hardy: Very interesting dynamic we have here, in this match. You have Savannah, who is more of a striker and a bit of a brawler, as opposed to Jordan Caliband who is a high flyer.

Jesse Watson: It’s going to be fun to watch, no doubt about it!

(When the bell rings, Jordan goes for a quick kick to the stomach of Savannah but she blocks it and grabs Caliband’s leg and takes him down to the mat. Savannah mounts on top of him and begins to hit some right hands. Savannah climbs to her feet, pulling Caliband up with her. Savannah sends him into the ropes and as he comes off of them, she catches Caliband with a flap jack. Caliband staggers up to his feet and Savannah shoves him into the corner. Savannah begins to charge but Caliband drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Savannah stops herself before hitting the corner.)

Roy Hardy: Savannah is really starting this match off aggressively. Good move by Caliband to get out of the ring and catch his breath.

Jesse Watson: It was a smart move by Caliband to stop Savannah’s momentum.

(Caliband begins to walk away from the ring, when Savannah slides out of the ring and chases after him. She goes up behind Caliband and levels him with a shot from behind. Caliband turns around and the two of them begin to exchange punches with one another. Savannah grabs Caliband by the legs and takes him down. She holds onto the legs and then catapults Caliband, sending him flying face-first into steel ring post.)

Roy Hardy: Oh man, what a shot! Caliband’s face just cracked right off of that unforgiving steel!

Jesse Watson: Savannah should be disqualified!

Roy Hardy: Why!?

Jesse Watson: Illegal use of the pole!… Hey, that reminds me of a joke.

Roy Hardy: I don’t want to hear it.

(Savannah drags Caliband back to his feet and slides him into the ring. Savannah gets back into the ring and as she does, Caliband crawls up to his feet. He charges at Savannah, who is standing in the corner and Savannah sidesteps him and catches him with a drop toe hold, sending Caliband face-first into the middle turnbuckle. Savannah gets Caliband up and begins to slam his face off of the top turnbuckle…)

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(Caliband staggers around for a second before falling to the mat. Caliband gets to his knees and as Savannah gets closer to Caliband, he reaches up, grabbing her by the pants and then pulls him down, sending her shoulder-first between the top and second rope and into the steel ring post.)

Jesse Watson: Great counter by Jordan Caliband!

Roy Hardy: And this could be a major turning point, here for Jordan.

(Savannah falls between the ropes and then falls to the outside. Caliband goes to the outside and gets Savannah up. He then sends her into the steel guard rail, making sure the shoulder that just hit the ring post, smashes into the guard rail first, taking most of the punishment of the blow. Caliband gets Savannah up and then sends her flying into the steel ring steps, again making sure the same shoulder hits first.)

Roy Hardy: Caliband has really targeted that shoulder now and Savannah is in some serious danger here. It’s hard enough fighting Caliband off when you’re healthy. It’s two times as hard when your nursing an injury.

Jesse Watson: Savannah got her shots in early but Caliband picked a body part, now, to work on and now is following through on the assault. Savannah won’t be able to mount much offense with one of his arms taken out.

Roy Hardy: There’s no question there. Caliband has really put himself in prime position to win this one.

(Caliband drags Savannah to her feet and rolls her back into the ring. Caliband gets in right behind her. Caliband gets up and begins to land some boots to the back of the head of Savannah, as she’s trying to fight to his feet. Caliband yells at her to “Get up!” and lands one more kick to the back of the head before getting her up. Caliband lands a right hand but Savannah begins to battle back, hitting one of her own. Savannah hits another shot, clearly favoring her other shoulder. Savannah takes a big swing at him but Caliband ducks under it. Caliband grabs her and plants her with a full nelson suplex. Caliband goes for a pin …)

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Roy Hardy: And a near fall there for Caliband. I’m actually a bit surprised Savannah kicked out after the punishment she has taken.

Jesse Watson: She may have more guts than brains because one thing that nobody can take away from Savannah is her fighting spirit.

(Caliband gets up and sits Savannah up so that she’s in a sitting position. Caliband takes a few steps back, runs and lands a hard kick to the spine of Savannah. Caliband brings Savannah to her feet but quickly sends her back down, with a scoop slam. Caliband springboards up to the top rope and wastes no time leaping off with a leg drop, across the throat of Savannah. He hooks the leg…)

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Roy Hardy: Another near fall for Caliband. Savannah seems to still have some fight left in her. The question is how much.

Jesse Watson: It can’t be much more. Caliband is dishing out a lot of damage.

(Caliband gets slightly flustered and begins to blatantly choke Savannah. The ref starts counting ..)

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(He breaks the choke before the ref gets to a 5 count and DQ’s him. Caliband begins to get Savannah up and she starts to fight back, hitting some shots to the midsection of Caliband. Caliband retaliates with a discus forearm and then gets her up, sending her into the corner. Caliband follows her over and hits him with several, hard, knife edge chops. Savannah, with a burst of energy, begins to fight back, hitting some chops of her own and backing Caliband up. Caliband swings at her but Savannah ducks under it and then plants him into the mat with a Russian leg sweep. Both competitors lay on the ground, catching their breath.)

Roy Hardy: Savannah is making a comeback!

Jesse Watson: But can she capitalize?! That’s the big question right now!

(Savannah crawls over to the ropes and uses them to help prop herself up. She climbs to the 2nd rope and as Jordan gets to his feet, she leaps off, going for the “Pounce” but Caliband drills her with a judo kick to the face as she comes off the ropes. He then locks her into the “2 Tone Passout” and while Savannah tries her best to fight it off, she can’t help but tap out.)

Randall Jobbs: Winner of this match via submission, at the 12:15 mark of the match, Jordan Caliband!

Roy Hardy: Savannah tried her damndest but that shoulder of her’s was clearly hurting and that submission hold was not doing it any favors.

Jesse Watson: Yeah, there’s no shame is tapping out. She could have had serious damage done to her shoulder if she didn’t.

Roy Hardy: And with that win, Jordan Caliband will move on to the quarter finals of this tournament.

Jesse Watson: And Savannah.. Better luck next time!

Roy Hardy: You’re so compassionate.

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First Round Match
Flex Johnson vs. Robert Saints

Randall Jobbs: The following contest is a first round match and scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

(The Arena goes dark and the lights flicker on and off as Line in the Sand by Motorhead plays as Robert Saints and his manager/girlfriend Kelly Robinson walk through the curtain backstage.)

Randall Jobbs: From St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 245 pounds… He represents WXW… Robert Saints!

(Robert Saints then stands on the titantron entrance ramp as the pyro explode down the entrance ramp towards the ring. Robert Saints walks down the ramp high-fiving the fans as his manager Kelly Robinson follows him as he enters the ring, waiting for his opponent. Kelly Robinson enters the ring and kisses Robert Saints on the cheek for good luck before exiting the ring and waiting in her boyfriend/client's corner.)

Randall Jobbs: And his opponent…

(“Stand Alone Complex” begins to blare over the speakers.

"Was I damned from the start
Or just when their marriage fell apart?
Come back in time..."

Smoke slowly begins to creep and fill the stage.

"Come on!
Does my 'try' make God blush?
Does my heart still decay?
Does it still rust?"

After a few moments, Flex Johnson strolls out and looks out at the crowd. )

Randall Jobbs: From Harlem, New York, weighing in at 210 pounds… Flex Johnson!

("Cause I feel that all my gears are starting to dry
It’s beginning to be too much for me
Oh,life, how could you be so cruel to me?
Cut me some slack."

He walks slowly down the ramp. A number of fans boo him; a number of fans cheer for Flex as well.

"If you’d grant me this strength then
I’ll return it to you by a thousand fold."

Flex circles the ring one time, and then rolls into the ring.

"Dear brother, though our mothers are not one
We share a father
He never wished the weight you spit to be collared on your own
You cast your fault, project the loss..."

He walks over to the near turn buckle and points a finger to the sky.

"Mom come home when you can
I swear Dad has changed he’s still a good man
If I’m wrong I’ll hold my head high
I’ll let God
Spit in my face
I know you would still grab the flame
If I burn
I know you’d still grab the flame."

Flex hops off the turn buckle and waits for the bell to ring.)

Roy Hardy: Time to see who’s going to move on to the next round! Flex Johnson or Robert Saints!

(Robert Saints and Flex Johnson lock it up in the center of the ring with Saints taking control by arm dragging Flex Johnson. Saints then gets Flex up and pick him up for a scoop slam, following it up with a standing elbow drop. Saints goes for a quick pin …)

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Roy Hardy: Quick pin attempt by Robert Saints, trying to catch Flex Johnson off guard.

Jesse Watson: Flex is a true ring veteran. You’re going to have to do more than that to put him away.

(Saints grabs Flex’s legs and catapult him into the turnbuckles. As Flex staggers out of the corner, Saints nails him with a clothesline. The Saints goes for another pin …)

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Roy Hardy: Saints is starting off the match fast and furious. He wants this.

Jesse Watson: Well yeah, of course he does. He wouldn’t have signed his name on the dotted line to be in this tournament if he didn’t.

Roy Hardy: Settle down… I was just pointing out how aggressive he was being here in the early going.

(Saints gets Flex Johnson up on his feet and start throwing right hands but Flex fights back with some punches of his own. Flex lands a kick to the gut of Saints and plant him with a DDT. Flex goes for the pin ..)

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Roy Hardy: Nicely executed DDT by Flex but only a 2.

(Flex gets Saints to his feet and Irish whips him into the ropes. As Saints bounces off of them, Flex catches him with a Japanese arm drag. Flex gets to his feet and gets Saints up as well. Flex then Irish whips him into the corner. Flex goes for a clothesline into the corner but The Saints would get out of the way and Flex crashing into the turnbuckles. Saints then grabs Flex and toss him out of the ring. Saints then exits the ring and gets Flex up. Saints then rams Flex back-first into the ring post.)

Jesse Watson: Wam! Did you hear that?!

Roy Hardy: I sure did. Saints drove him into that steel ring post quite hard.

(Saints grabs him, backs up and he charges, looking to do it again but this time, Flex moves out of the way and Saints goes running into it with his head. Flex grabs and roll him into the ring. Flex Johnson goes in after him and makes a pin …)

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Roy Hardy: A near fall there for Flex! I thought he might have had it. Saints went skull first into that steel post hard.

Jesse Watson: Yeah, that’s a quick and easy way to find yourself down concussion road, right there.

(Flex begins to land a few boots to Saints, until Saints catches his foot and trips him down to the mat. Saints gets to his feet and then locks Flex into “The Canadian Shooter.”)

Roy Hardy: My God! Saints has Flex in the “The Canadian Shooter!” We might have a huge upset in the making!

Jesse Watson: Holy crap, you’re right!

(Flex yells in pain from the submission and looks like he’s going to tap out. But, just in time, he is able to crawl close enough to the ropes to grab the bottom one.)

Roy Hardy: Boy I thought Saints had it right there. That was close.

(Saints drags Flex to his feet and gives him a few clubbing blows to the back. Saints then runs against the ropes, but as he comes off them, Flex grabs him and plants him with an over head belly to belly suplex. Both men get to their feet and Saints charges at Flex and this time Flex catches him with a superkick. Flex would then begin to go to the top rope.)

Roy Hardy: What in the world does Flex have in mind here? It’s very rare we see him take any kind of high risk moves.

Jesse Watson: I think we’re about to find out…

(As Saints gets to his feet, Flex leaps off going for a missile dropkick but Saints blocks it, grabbing Flex’s feet. Saints then rolls him over into the “Canadian Shooter” again.)

Jesse Watson:: Wow, what a reversal by Saints!

(Flex struggles for a few seconds and is about to tap out ….. When he finds some strength and finds a way to flip over onto his back and shoves Saints off, using his legs. Both get to their feet and Saints goes at Flex but Flex catches him, gets him up and then plants him into the mat with the “Death By Brutality.” Flex hooks the leg …)

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Randall Jobbs: Winner of this match via pinfall, at the 8:57 mark of the match, Flex Johnson!

Roy Hardy: Flex’s done it! What a comeback!

Jesse Watson: I thought for a while that Robert Saints was going to pull off the upset victory. He really gave Flex all he had.

Roy Hardy: That was a hell of an effort by Robert Saints, for sure. But Flex Johnson just proved to be too much for him.

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Quarter Finals Match
Rob Colton vs. Brett Sands

Randall Jobbs: The following contest is a quarter finals match and scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

(The pulsating guitar riff of "American Slang" kicks in and blares out around the arena, as a shower of golden sparks light up the front of the stage.)

Randall Jobbs: From Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 227 pounds… Rob Colton!

(Rob Colton makes his way out through the pyro display, posing on the ramp with his arms up, taunting the crowd. He slowly - excruciatingly, annoyingly slowly - makes his way down the ramp handing out signed 8x10 photos of himself to all the unimpressed children around the ringside,)

Randall Jobbs: And his opponent…

("In The City" by Kevin Rudolf begins to blare all throughout the arena as the audience immediately begins to boo. Brett Sands steps through the curtain, a smirk on his face as he stands at the top of the stage and stares out into the audience. Wearing his dark green trunks and a dark green sweater, he raises his hands high up in the air as gold pyro sprinkles down before stepping forward and making his way to the ring.)

Randall Jobbs: Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing in at 267 pounds… Brett Sands!

(As he makes his way down the ramp, Brett just looks at the audience and signs along with the song, mostly the part where Rudolf says "give it all up for me" and pointing at himself. Once ringside, Brett slowly (and with cockiness) walks around the ring before going up the steel steps and entering the ring. He removes his jacket and tosses it at the nearby worker before standing in the center of the ring. While at the center, he slowly moves around in a circle, "basking in his glory", before heading to his designated corner.)

Jesse Watson: I’ve been looking forward to this match, as soon as it developed when they won their first round matches. I’m a big fan of both of these men!

Roy Hardy: You like two ego maniacs? That doesn’t shock me.

(The bell rings and the two of them lock up but Sands quickly goes behind Colton with a waist lock. Rob quickly battles out of it though, grabbing Brett’s arm twisting it. Before he can do too much damage though, Brett hurries over, grabbing the ropes and the ref forces Rob to let go of the arm.)

Roy Hardy: Good ring awareness there by Brett Sands to get over to the ropes quickly.

(Colton gives him a clean break and the two then begin to circle around one another. They look to be going for another lock up but this time Colton goes for one of Brett’s legs and gives him a single leg takedown. Colton then drops an elbow to the inside of the knee and wrenches on the leg. Colton then slides over and grabs Brett in a side headlock, trying to slowly ware down the challenger.)

Roy Hardy: Rob Colton really catching Brett off guard here, I think.

Jesse Watson: I think Brett expected Rob to try and out-quick him, not out-wrestle him.

(Brett begins to battle to his feet, Rob still hanging on to the side headlock. Sands gets to his feet and shoots Colton off into the ropes. As Colton comes off the ropes, he hits Brett with a diving forearm, taking him down. Brett rushes right back to his feet and Colton runs into the ropes an slides between Sands’s legs and pops up. As Sands turns around, Colton hits him with a standing dropkick and Sands rolls out of the ring to catch his breath.)

Roy Hardy: Rob Colton is looking good here in the early going.

Jesse Watson: Of course he is. Rob’s a great wrestler. But so is Brett.

(Colton motions for him to “bring it” and Brett gets up onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes, back in. Brett then challenges Colton to a test of strength and as Rob reaches up for Brett’s hand, Sands delivers a kick to the midsection. Brett then hits him with a huge knife edge chop, knocking Rob onto his back. Sands then runs against the ropes and drops an elbow into the heart of Colton. Brett gets Colton up to his feet, taking him over to the corner and slamming his face into the top turnbuckle. Sands then attempts to send Colton into the opposite corner but Colton reverses it and Brett goes into the corner. Colton charges and hit’s a wheel kick into the mouth of Brett.)

Roy Hardy: Wow, what a unique move there executed by Colton!

Jesse Watson: We all know that Rob Colton is all about being unique.

(Brett staggers out of the corner and Rob takes him over with a snapmere takedown. Colton then land a low dropkick to the back of Brett’s head. Colton then grabs Brett in a rear chin lock, trying to wear him down. Brett slides out of his grip though and the two of them rush to their feet. Brett swings at him but Rob ducks under it. Colton grabs him from behind and plants him with an inverted DDT. Some how though, Brett gets right back to his feet before Colton does and as Colton turns around, Brett runs and blasts him with a big lariat, turning Rob inside out with it.)

Roy Hardy: Man, did Sands almost take Colton’ head off with that lariat!

Jesse Watson: What superhuman strength by Sands! It’s like the move didn’t even phase him!

Roy Hardy: I know, that was insane. Especially considering it’s been almost all Rob Colton since the match started.

(Sands gets Colton to his feet and tosses him out of the ring and Brett follows him to the outside. Brett gets him up and plants him on the hard floor with a package piledriver.)

Sid Carmack: What a move by Brett! Colton might be out cold!

Roy Hardy: A piledriver is a dangerous move to perform in the ring and one that could end a match as it is! Much less delivering one on the outside of the ring on the unforgiving floor!

(Brett grabs a TV camera cable and starts to choke Rob with it, as the ref tries to get him to stop.)

Roy Hardy: This isn’t a no disqualification match!

(Brett is warned by the ref and he breaks the choke. He grabs Rob and rolls him into the ring, going for a pin…)

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Kickout at 2 ½!

Jesse Watson: Wow, I thought Rob Colton was done for!

(As Sands starts to get Colton to his feet, Rob tries to fight back, lunging and throwing a punch at the midsection of Brett but Brett comes right back with a boot to the head of Colton. Colton does it again, connecting with a punch to the stomach but Sands delivers another kick to the head, keeping Rob down. Colton keeps coming back though, landing a few more shots to the midsection of Sands.)

Roy Hardy: Colton ain’t going down without a fight, it seems.

Jesse Watson: Of course he isn’t. Much like Brett Sands, Rob is a grade A athlete.

(Colton fights to his feet, delivering a few right hands to the mouth of Brett. Colton hit’s a boot to the stomach and looks to go for a piledriver of his own but Sands reverses it with a back drop. As Colton is sitting up, Brett follows it up with a hard kick to the chest.)

Roy Hardy: Good grief, that echoed!

Jesse Watson: He’s gonna have the outline of Brett’s foot tattooed on his chest after that one!

(Colton rolls out of the ring, trying to catch his breath, but Brett comes right behind him, hitting him from behind. Brett gets him back up and hits him with a snap suplex onto the floor.)

Roy Hardy: Oh man, that’s gonna take a lot out of Colton!

Jesse Watson: That may have just sealed the deal.

(Brett gets him back up and tosses him into the ring. Brett gets back in as well and he gets Colton up. He sends Colton off into the ropes and then catches him by lifting him up and plants him with a backbreaker. Brett goes for a pin …)

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Kickout at 2 ½!!

Roy Hardy: He’s not out of it yet!

Jesse Watson: Much to a lot of people’s surprise, including myself!

(Sands gets Colton to his feet and sends him into the corner. Brett charges, going for a clothesline in the corner but Colton moves out of the way just in time. As Brett staggers out of the corner, Colton runs and hit’s a spinning heal kick right to the mouth. Colton then climbs up to the top rope and as Brett gets back to his feet, he turns around and eats a big missile dropkick from Rob.)

Roy Hardy: Colton is on a roll now!

Jesse Watson: I didn’t think he’d have anything left, honestly! That’s my bad for counting out a wrestler like Rob Colton.

(The momentum of the kick sends Brett rolling to the outside of the ring. As he gets back to his feet, Colton runs and does a suicide dive right onto Brett, on the outside.)

Roy Hardy: Rob going high risk again and it pays off!

Jesse Watson: Where is he getting this energy from!?

(Rob starts to get Brett to his feet but Brett hits him with an elbow to the midsection. Brett then lifts him up and drops him, throat-first, across the steel guard rail.)

Roy Hardy: Right across the wind pipe of Rob Colton!!

Jesse Watson: I think that energy I just mentioned has been officially drained, after that.

(Sands rolls Colton into the ring, placing his throat across the bottom rope. Brett then pulls down on Rob’s head, choking him across it and not breaking it until the ref gets to a 4 count. Brett gets back into the ring and begins to taunt, motioning with his hands that the title is about to be around his waist.)

Roy Hardy: Brett needs to stop worrying about taunting the fans and get back to the match. No matter how much it seems Colton is out, he’s a wrestler you can’t take your focus off.

Jesse Watson: Absolutely. Brett needs to focus. Rob is crafty and he will capitalize on mistakes.

(Brett starts to get Rob to his feet but Colton counters by grabbing Sands’s head and connecting with a big jawbreaker. Rob and Brett get up to their feet at just about the same time and Colton is the first one to strike, landing a boot to the stomach. Rob follows it up with a swinging neck breaker and goes for a pin ….)

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Roy Hardy: Colton almost had it! What a match!

(Colton heads up to the top rope once again and is perched there, waiting for Sands to get to his feet. Once he does, he goes for a diving cross body and connecting with it, only to have Sands roll through with it and ending up on top of Colton for the pin. Brett grabs some of Colton’ tights for leverage …)

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NO! ONLY 2 ½!!!!

Roy Hardy: Thank God the match didn’t end that way!

Jesse Watson: Hey, there’s a lot on the line here. Win by any means necessary.

(Both men get up to their feet at about the same time and Colton grabs Brett first and sends him into the corner. Colton charges and goes for a splash into the corner but Brett moves out of the way in time. As Colton staggers out of the corner, Brett runs and connects with the “Sandspear.” He drags Colton up, lifts him onto his shoulder and drives him into the mat with the “Dream Crusher.” Sands makes the pin…)

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Randall Jobbs: Winner of this match via pinfall, at the 16:57 mark of the match, Brett Sands!

Roy Hardy: A great showing by Rob Colton here tonight but Brett Sands proves to be too much.

Jesse Watson: Brett came in hitting hard and hitting often. He made it clear that he was going to do anything and everything to ensure that he was walking out the winner.

Roy Hardy: It was definitely a high energy, hard hitting affair between these two. And now Brett Sands finds himself in the semi finals of this tournament.

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Quarter Finals Match
Darren Maddox vs. James Shark

Randall Jobbs: The following contest is a quarter finals match and scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

(A loud screeching scream could be heard from a woman. Followed up by the scream is a bunch of other cries, the sound of splashing water can then be heard a long with the cries for help yelling out "SHARK, SHARK, SHARK!". The loud screams fade away until all that could be heard are the fans in the arena.

Told y'all niggaz
Ya just don't listen
Why must you be hard headed
Tried to explain, but ya didn't hear me though
Ya know, grrrrrr

The lights in the arena begin to flicker black and blue as a bunch of sexy females carrying AK-47's begin to walk out of the curtains and down the ramp. Each one of them wearing white t-shirts with black thongs. All the white shirts reading: "Team Shark" in bold black font.

They all stand in a vertical line on both sides of the ramp. The mini tron behind them display the words: Money Power Respect. Suddenly, as the theme song kicks in and blasts through the speakers, pyro begins to go off in front of the ramp.

"Uh
One two one two, come through run through
Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do
Some do, those that know are real quiet
Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot
Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the hardest
rap artist and I'ma start this

Shit up foreal, get up and feel, my words
I make herbs split up and squeal

James Shark comes out from behind the curtains with both of his arms raised up in the air. Flipping off both the arena and the audience watching at home. As the camera zooms into him he looks right at it, beginning to talk shit about his opponent. He takes his eyes off of the camera and looks at all the sexy females standing on the ramp. A sly smirk comes across his face before he begins to walk down the ramp.)

Randall Jobbs: From Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 205 pounds… Representing Insurgency Wrestling Federation… James Shark!

(Ill is all I've been hearin lately
Niggaz hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me
put their brains on the wall, when I brawl
Too late for that 911 call
Niggaz stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin
But not me because I'ma nigga that can get out of them cuffs
You think a lot of them tough
Not just for frotin
When I hit them niggaz like 'What you want?'
the battle turns into a hunt
With the dog right behind niggaz chasin em down
We all knew that you was pussy
but I'm tastin it now"

As James walks down the ramp, the females all turn around and point their guns at the fans, making sure none of them is reaching out towards him and trying to touch him. Once he gets to the bottom of the ramp, he runs towards the ring and slides into it.

Niggas is pussy
Keep me runnin from the werewolf, owww
Howling at the moon on the roof
Eh, ah, no, get em
Ten niggas on him, hope God's with him
Give me the bat, let me split him
I'll have em where the pillow and the casket won't fit him
Only reason I did him, he wouldn't fight back
Trieed to strike back
Left him like that, layin up with the white hat
Gettin right back at ya when I snatch ya
up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes
Hittin niggaz with gashes to the head
Straight to the white meat but the street stay red
But this girl gave me head for free

Shark begins to move around the ring, bouncing off the ropes and shadow boxing right in the center. He begins to demonstrate his incredible speed and foot work before the music dies off and the females all head backstage.)

Randall Jobbs: And his opponent…

(Once Darren Maddox’s music starts, Once his music starts, he comes walking down the aisle through the crowd.)

Randall Jobbs: From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 220 pounds… He represents WXW… Darren Maddox!

(Once he's at the barricade, he quickly somersaults over it, then walks around the ring like he's pumping himself up for the match. As Maddox gets to ringside, James Shark jumps out of the ring to meet him.)

Jesse Watson: Looks like this one isn’t even gonna make it to the ring!

Roy Hardy: There is no love loss between these two! This is going to be a fight!

(The two start fighting all around the outside of the ring, exchanging shots back and forth, fighting all the way over in front of the announcers. Darren grabs Shark and slams his face off of the table. He then throws Shark over into the guard rail and starts laying into him with some knife edge chops.)

Jesse Watson: Looks like James Shark’s plan may have backfired on him.

Roy Hardy: Sure does. Darren has taken control, thus far.

(Darren grabs him and then rolls him into the ring, sliding in right after him and the bell sounds, marking the official begging of the match.)

Roy Hardy: Here we go!

(Shark scrambles to his feet and sees Darren charging at him. Shark goes for a clothesline but Maddox ducks under it and bounces off the ropes. As he comes off of them, Shark anticipates a backdrop but Darren stops short and plants a kick to the mouth. Darren then follows that up with a clothesline. Shark gets back to his feet and Darren hit’s a kick to the stomach and follows it up with a vertical suplex. Both men get to their feet and Darren grabs him and sends him into the corner. As Shark bounces out of the corner, Darren catches him with a backdrop. Darren goes for a pin …)

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Roy Hardy: Darren Maddox with the first pin attempt of the night, getting a two count.

Jesse Watson: He’s done a great job of keeping Shark off of his feet so far. Which is very important against a competitor like James Shark.

Roy Hardy: No doubt about it. Some people tend to forget that James Shark is a former International Champion in his own right. He is certainly not a walk over.

(Darren gets Shark to his feet and sends him off into the ropes. As he comes off of them, Maddox hits him with a standing dropkick. Shark gets back to his feet and Maddox attempts to send him into the ropes again but this time Shark reverses it. As he comes off the ropes, Shark side steps him, grabs Maddox by the tights and tosses him over the top rope. Shark brushes his hands off with a smile on his face but doesn’t realize that Darren held on and is standing on the apron. Shark turns around and goes at Maddox but Maddox grabs Shark’s head, jumps off the ring apron, bringing Shark’s throat across the rope.)

Roy Hardy: Very sly move by Darren right there.

Jesse Watson: I’d even say dirty!

Roy Hardy: Against someone like James Shark, who will not hesitate to play dirty himself, you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do.

(Darren then grabs Shark’s feet, trips him down to the mat and pulls him out of the ring. Darren tries to slam Shark’s face into the ring steps but Shark blocks it and slams Darren into them. Maddox staggers over to the guard rail, using it to hold himself up. Shark charges at Maddox and Darren ducks and backdrops Shark over the guard rail and onto the concrete floor, in the crowd.)

Roy Hardy: Oh man, that’s a good way to break an arm or a leg!

Jesse Watson: You ain’t kidding. James Shark bounced off that cement floor, hard.

Roy Hardy: Very good awareness by Darren to side step Shark’s attack.

(Darren climbs over the guard rail, going into the crowd, and hitting Shark with a few punches. He then climbs back over and rolls into the ring to break the ref’s count. Shark gets back to his feet and flops over the guard rail. He crawls over to the ring and gets back in as well. Darren lands a leg drop onto the back of Shark’s head and goes for a pin …)

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Kickout!

Jesse Watson: And Darren with a close two count again, on Shark.

Roy Hardy: Darren has done an excellent job thus far, keeping Shark’s offensive attack to a minimum.

Jesse Watson: To be quite honest, I’m absolutely floored by that. I mean Maddox is a great competitor but I’ve never really seen Shark taken off his game as much as I have, right now.

(Maddox starts to get Shark up and Shark catches him with a hard right hook to the mouth. Shark then follows it up with a scoop slam. Shark lands some boots to the midsection before getting Maddox back to his feet. Shark then grabs Darren in a rear naked choke hold.)

Roy Hardy: Nice submission move here by James Shark to try and wear Darren down.

Jesse Watson: There’s a lot of things you can say about James Shark. Most of them are negative, from most people. But one thing you can’t say is the man doesn’t know how to wrestle. He knows a slew of wrestling holds and maneuvers.

Roy Hardy: There isn’t any denying that. On a personal level, I think he’s an awful person. As a wrestler, he’s one of the best.

(Shark has it locked in good but is too close to the ropes and Darren is able to drape one of his feet on the bottom one.)

Jesse Watson: Nice job by Darren to get out of a very volatile situation.

Roy Hardy: Despite Shark’s efforts of holding that submission in longer, Darren is able to get out of it.

(Shark breaks it and begins to get Maddox up but Maddox fights back, landing a kick to the gut and following it up with a snap suplex. Darren starts to climb up to the top rope but before he can get his footing, Shark is back to his feet and he shoves Maddox off, sending Darren crashing hard into the guard rail.)

Roy Hardy: Good lord, Maddox hit that rail awfully hard!

Jesse Watson: If he doesn’t have any cracked ribs it’ll be a wonder.

(The referee goes out to check on Darren, while Shark exit’s the ring as well, stopping to catch his breath before making his way towards the fallen Maddox. Darren starts to crawl to his feet but Shark charges and connects with a hard punting kick to the ribs of Maddox, sending him back down, clutching at his midsection.)

Jesse Watson: And now Shark has a target set dead on those ribs. This is not looking good for Darren.

Roy Hardy: Absolutely not. When a guy like Shark finds a weakness to work on, you are in trouble.

(Shark gets Maddox up to his feet, underhooks his arms and plants Darren, hard on the ground, with a butterfly power bomb.)

Roy Hardy: Did you hear the noise Darren made hitting the ground! It was like a bug splattering all over a car window!

Jesse Watson: That had to jar Darren’s ribs even more. He’s in trouble.

(James Shark drags Darren back to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Shark slides under the bottom rope and then puts Maddox into a STF submission.)

Jesse Watson: Oh man, this could be it for Maddox!

Roy Hardy: Shark has that move locked in tightly.

(Darren looks likes he’s going to give up but he slowly inches over just enough to reach out and grab the bottom rope. The ref tries to make Shark break it and he doesn’t. The ref starts counting and as he gets to 4, Shark finally releases the hold.)

Roy Hardy: It might not have won the match but Shark really took a lot out of Darren with that.

Jesse Watson: Yeah, most definitely. Darren is really hurting right now. That hit he took against the guard rail took a hell of a lot out of him.

(James Shark gets Darren up to his feet, hooks his arms and connects with a t-bone suplex. Shark goes for the pin …)

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Kickout at 2 ½!!

Jesse Watson: Darren just barely got the shoulder up in time!

Roy Hardy: Boy I thought it was over, too.

Jesse Watson: One thing Darren does not lack is heart. And he’s gonna need it to get back into this match.

(Shark gets Darren up and gets him on his shoulders but Darren slides off and lands behind Shark. Shark turns around and gets hit with a huge super kick from Maddox. Darren then gets to his feet and climbs to the ropes.)

Jesse Watson: Maddox’s going to the top!

(Darren then leaps off and as he does, Shark lunges forward and catches him with the "Swag Out" in mid air. Shark hooks the leg…)

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Randall Jobbs: Winner of this match via pinfall, at the 16:39 mark, James Shark!

Roy Hardy: James Shark just knocked Maddox out with that Superman Punch out of nowhere!

Jesse Watson: Darren didn’t see that coming at all!

Roy Hardy: Maddox looked like he was going for his spear off of the top rope but James Shark saw it coming and countered it.

Jesse Watson: And just like that, James Shark is off to the semi finals!

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Quarter Finals Match
TJ Codair vs. Jordan Caliband

Randall Jobbs: The following contest is a quarter finals match and scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

(The song starts and the intro plays through and finally as the tempo picks up this Dude just saunter out onto the center of the stage cocky as all that, singing along with his own theme song milking every second of it swaggering from side to side on the stage, finally a Beautiful red head appears as if from nowhere behind him and places her hand on his head calming him and then she steps back as he drops to his knees pounding on the ramp and then coming back up CM PUNK style screaming

“INCOMING!!!!!!”)

Randall Jobbs: From Coleraine, Northern Ireland, weighing in at 175 pounds… Jordan Caliband!

(He rolls back onto his feet, the girl is standing behind him smiling at his behaviour, he is basically bouncing as he makes his way from the stage singing along with his own theme song and getting in the face of the crowd, the song speeds up again and Jordan runs at the ring jumping and sliding in feet first followed by a quick kip up into a standing corkscrew back flip landing back on his feet. The entrance ends with Caliban sitting on the top rope with the girl playing with his hair on the apron. Both are waiting watching the ramp or opponent intently.)

Randall Jobbs: And his opponent…

(Five Finger Death Punch's White Knuckles rips onto the speakers as the fans erupt. TJ Codair's name flashes on the monitors as Codair steps out from the back and walks down to the ring.)

Randall Jobbs: From Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 236 pounds… Representing WXW… TJ Codair!

(He rolls into the ring and quickly gets back to his feet.

“They're saying crush it, break it, smash it Fuckin' kill 'em all!”

Codair pounds his right fist over his heart three times.

“Laugh as it falls away”

Codair holds his right fist high into the air as he walks towards the turnbuckles.

“I won't dodge another silver bullet Just to save a little face.”

Codair climbs up the ropes and looks out to the fans, as the lights go dark and a blue spot light lands on him.

“I want you to know, I want you to see, I want you to look beyond your own eyes, Past your afflictions.”

The music dies down as Codair jumps off the turnbuckles as the lights come back on.  He spreads his arms and yells out to the fans as they all cheer him on.)

Roy Hardy: This is one of the final two quarter final matches of the night. Lets see who’s moving on to the semis!

(The bell rings and Codair and Caliband stand in the center of the ring, staring each othim down. Caliband goes to throw a right hand but Codair catches his arm. Caliband tries to catch him with the left hand but Codair catches that one as well. Codair looks around at the fans and then delivers a head butt to Caliband, staggering him over against the ropes.)

Roy Hardy: TJ with a big head but!

(Codair grabs him and sends him off into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, Codair hits him with a back drop. Caliband gets up and Codair shoots him off into the ropes again. Codair goes for a clothesline but Caliband ducks under it. This time as he comes off of them, Codair leaps up and connects with a leg lariat. Codair goes for an early pin ..)

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Kickout!

Roy Hardy: And Caliband with the kickout after two.

Jesse Watson: Codair seems to have a counter for everything, in the early going.

(Codair gets Caliband up and sends him into the ropes again. He looks for another back drop but Caliband stops short and delivers a hard kick to the mouth, staggering Codair up against the ropes. Caliband then hit’s a dropkick that sends Codair over the top rope and to the outside. As Codair starts to get to his feet, Caliband hit’s the ropes and takes Codair out with a suicide dive over the top. Caliband gets Codair to his feet and then sends him, shoulder-first, into the steel ring steps.)

Roy Hardy: Oh! And Codair goes into the unforgiving steel of those steps.

Jesse Watson: Man, he hit with a TON of velocity too!

(Caliband gets Codair back up, and shoves him so that he hits his shoulder into the guard rail. he lands a couple kicks to the shoulder before getting him up and then rolling him into the ring. As Caliband crawls into the ring, he goes over and hooks a leg for the pin …)

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Kickout!

Roy Hardy: Caliband is really working on that arm, now.

Jesse Watson: Smart strategy. Especially in something like this tournament.

(Caliband rolls Codair onto his stomach and then locks in an arm bar. he keeps it locked in for a good 15 seconds or so before Codair starts to fight back to his feet, hitting Caliband with some punches to the midsection with his free hand, causing Caliband to let go of his arm. But Caliband comes right back with some high knee strikes to the stomach. Caliband goes for a clothesline but Codair ducks under it. Codair goes behind Caliband and rolls him up with a school boy ..)

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Kickout!

Roy Hardy: Almost had him! Codair almost caught him off guard but it wasn’t enough.

Jesse Watson: I think Jordan saw his title hopes flash before his eyes right there. That was damn close.

(They both get up and Codair grabs him first and attempts to send him into the ropes but Caliband reverses it. As Codair comes off of the ropes, Caliband connects with a spinning heel kick.)

Roy Hardy: Boy did that kick land on the money or what.

Jesse Watson: It sure did. I think I saw a tooth fly out!

(Caliband sits Codair up and then grabs that arm that he’s been working on and puts him in a hammerlock-like submission. Codair fights back to his feet and spins out of the hold. He shoves Caliband into the ropes but he holds onto them, instead of bouncing off of them. Codair charges at him with a clothesline but Caliband ducks down while holding onto the top rope and Codair goes flying over and out onto the floor.)

Jesse Watson: That was a brilliant move by Caliband!

Roy Hardy: It was certainly effective, no debating that.

(Caliband goes back to the outside, following Codair. He gets him up sends him into the steel guard rail. He keeps him on his feet and then sends him over into the ring apron. Caliband then rolls Codair back into the ring. Jordan then climbs up onto the apron and starts climbing to the top rope. Codair gets up to his feet. As Caliband is trying to gain his balance, Codair throws a dropkick into the knee of Jordan and Caliband gets crotched onto the top rope.)

Jesse Watson: That’s one way to swing momentum back in your favor!

Roy Hardy: Codair now has an opening to get back into this match. Lets see if he can do anything with it.

(Codair climbs up to the second rope and hooks Jordan‘s arms, pulling him off with a underhook suplex from the top rope. Codair hesitates for a few seconds, still hurting, but then is able to crawl over and drape an arm over Caliband’s chest …)

1...
2...
Kickout at 2 ½!!

Roy Hardy: So close! That was about a ½ count away!

Jesse Watson: I’ll give him it, that was an impressive move!

(Both competitors, clearly exhausted from the toll of this match and the entire tournament in general, begin to see who will get up first. As both get to their knees, they start exchanging punches with one another. They continue to trade punches, as they work up to their feet. Caliband hit’s a few consecutive ones and then bounces off of the ropes but Codair connects with a clothesline. Caliband gets back to his feet and Codair hits another clothesline. As he gets up again, Codair attempts to send him into the corner but Caliband reverses it. He charges but Codair gets a boot up into him face, taking Caliband down to the mat.)

Roy Hardy: Boy did that boot hit the mark. Caliband dropped like a sack of rocks.

Jesse Watson: This has been, yet another, great back and forth contest.

(Codair grabs Caliband’s leg and catapults him, so that he hits face-first into the corner. As he staggers out of the corner, Codair reaches up and pulls him down into a cradle pin …)

1...
2...
Kickout!

(Codair gets to his feet and gets Caliband up as well. Codair goes to send him into the ropes but Caliband grabs onto the top rope, blocking it. He then lands a stiff side kick to the stomach. Caliband then hit’s a dropkick to knee, taking Codair down to that knee. Caliband then goes for a shinning wizard but Codair ducks the kick. Codair gets up and grabs Caliband and goes for a vertical suplex but Jordan floats over, landing on his feet. He then drives TJ into the mat with a full nelson suplex. Caliband then quickly ascends to the top rope and leaps off, landing a diving double stomp. He goes for the pin…)

1...
2...
3!!! No!!! 2 ½!!!!

Roy Hardy: How did TJ kick out of that! He landed with so much force and impact with that double stomp!

Jesse Watson: I have no clue! HOW Codair’s insides aren’t all squished, is beyond me!

(Caliband grabs his head, as he can’t believe it and thought he had the 3. They both get to their feet and Caliband swing at Codair but Codair ducks under it. Codair grabs Caliband, looking for an inverted DDT but Caliband slides out of it. He hits Codair with a discus forearm and then gets him into a small package pin …)

1...
2...
3!! No!! 2 ½!!!

Roy Hardy: Another near fall!! Only a split second away from Caliband moving on to the next round!

Jesse Watson: He rocked him with that forearm shot! I thought he knocked TJ loopy!

(Caliband gets to him feet first and Codair, a little slower, gets to his, as Caliband stalks him. he goes for a backstabber but Codair grabs the ropes and Caliband crahes to the mat. As he gets back up. Codair lifts him up on his shoulders and hits him with the “Broken Halo.” He makes the pin…)

1...
2...
3!!!!!

Randall Jobbs: Winner of this match via pinfall at the 15:43 mark of the match, TJ Codair!

Roy Hardy: After an intense back and forth affair, TJ Codair is able to walk out victorious!

Jesse Watson: He may have won but let me tell you, I was extremely impressed by Jordan Caliband.

Roy Hardy: Oh, me too. I was impressed with both men. The way Jordan was going, he could have easily won this contest. But in the end, TJ was able to capitalize on a miscue by Jordan.

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Quarter Finals Match
Frankie Emerson vs. Flex Johnson

(We come back from the advertisement and Frankie Emerson is already in the ring, with a microphone in hand. He takes a deep breath, panting.)

Frankie "The Face" Emerson: Alright ladies and gentleman, I've had it pretty tough in this tournament. While everyone else has had a warm up match; poor ol' me has been sitting in the back in the cheap seats that Josh Duncan bought, cramping up. I know I know... it's not fair... but still I shall fight forward! Frankie Emerson never quits even when the decks are stacked against me, I do not back down! There is nobody left in this tournament that can even lace my boots let alone defeat me. I didn’t even check to see who would be facing me in this round because it doesn’t matter. So whoever it is... come down here right now and Frankie Emerson will show you that he and he alone is worthy of holding the PWP Heavyweight title!

(“Stand Alone Complex” begins to blare over the speakers.

"Was I damned from the start
Or just when their marriage fell apart?
Come back in time..."

Smoke slowly begins to creep and fill the stage.

"Come on!
Does my 'try' make God blush?
Does my heart still decay?
Does it still rust?"

After a few moments, Flex Johnson strolls out and looks out at the crowd. )

Randall Jobbs: From Harlem, New York, weighing in at 210 pounds… Flex Johnson!

("Cause I feel that all my gears are starting to dry
It’s beginning to be too much for me
Oh,life, how could you be so cruel to me?
Cut me some slack."

He walks slowly down the ramp. A number of fans boo him; a number of fans cheer for Flex as well.

"If you’d grant me this strength then
I’ll return it to you by a thousand fold."

Flex circles the ring one time, and then rolls into the ring.)

Frankie "The Face" Emerson: Now Flex... my buddy... my partner... my brotha from anotha mutha... you know I didn't mean YOU right? Of course you're more than worthy of facing me in this tournament! It's a shame only I can move on, but honestly I'm just glad we could make history... together my friend.

(Frankie extends his hand.)

Roy Hardy: You have got to be kidding me… This is the biggest load of crap I’ve ever seen.

Jesse Watson: I don’t know what you’re talking about. Frankie is a very sincere guy.

Roy Hardy: He’s about as sincere as a politician.

(Flex accepts the handshake and Frankie is all smiles. Just as he goes to pull away though, Flex pulls him back, lifts him up and then drills him with “Death By Destruction.”

Jesse Watson: What the hell was that?!

(The bell rings and Flex quickly pins Frankie..)

1...
2...
3!!!!

Jesse Watson: WHAT!?

Randall Jobbs: Winner of this match via pinfall, at the 0:03 mark of the match.. Flex Johnson!

Roy Hardy: We’ve just witnessed PWP history folks! Flex Johnson just pinned Frankie Emerson in 3 seconds!

Jesse Watson: That can’t count! Frankie wasn’t ready!

Roy Hardy: Ready or not, it doesn’t matter! Frankie, who didn’t even have a first round match, was mocking everyone else because he had a bye and Flex didn’t take too kindly to it!

Jesse Watson: This is an outrage! I can’t believe Flex would stoop to sneak attack Frankie like that!

Roy Hardy: Sneak attack? He did it to the man’s face! It’s Frankie’s fault he was caught slipping. And now Flex Johnson, after the most decisive victory I’ve ever seen, is moving on to the semi finals!

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Semi Finals Match
Brett Sands vs. James Shark

Randall Jobbs: The following contest is a semi finals match and scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

("In The City" by Kevin Rudolf begins to blare all throughout the arena as the audience immediately begins to boo. Brett Sands steps through the curtain, a smirk on his face as he stands at the top of the stage and stares out into the audience. Wearing his dark green trunks and a dark green sweater, he raises his hands high up in the air as gold pyro sprinkles down before stepping forward and making his way to the ring.)

Randall Jobbs: Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing in at 267 pounds… Brett Sands!

(As he makes his way down the ramp, Brett just looks at the audience and signs along with the song, mostly the part where Rudolf says "give it all up for me" and pointing at himself. Once ringside, Brett slowly (and with cockiness) walks around the ring before going up the steel steps and entering the ring. He removes his jacket and tosses it at the nearby worker before standing in the center of the ring. While at the center, he slowly moves around in a circle, "basking in his glory", before heading to his designated corner.)

Randall Jobbs: And his opponent…

(A loud screeching scream could be heard from a woman. Followed up by the scream is a bunch of other cries, the sound of splashing water can then be heard a long with the cries for help yelling out "SHARK, SHARK, SHARK!". The loud screams fade away until all that could be heard are the fans in the arena.

Told y'all niggaz
Ya just don't listen
Why must you be hard headed
Tried to explain, but ya didn't hear me though
Ya know, grrrrrr

The lights in the arena begin to flicker black and blue as a bunch of sexy females carrying AK-47's begin to walk out of the curtains and down the ramp. Each one of them wearing white t-shirts with black thongs. All the white shirts reading: "Team Shark" in bold black font.

They all stand in a vertical line on both sides of the ramp. The mini tron behind them display the words: Money Power Respect. Suddenly, as the theme song kicks in and blasts through the speakers, pyro begins to go off in front of the ramp.

"Uh
One two one two, come through run through
Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do
Some do, those that know are real quiet
Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot
Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the hardest
rap artist and I'ma start this

Shit up foreal, get up and feel, my words
I make herbs split up and squeal

James Shark comes out from behind the curtains with both of his arms raised up in the air. Flipping off both the arena and the audience watching at home. As the camera zooms into him he looks right at it, beginning to talk shit about his opponent. He takes his eyes off of the camera and looks at all the sexy females standing on the ramp. A sly smirk comes across his face before he begins to walk down the ramp.)

Randall Jobbs: From Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 205 pounds… Representing Insurgency Wrestling Federation… James Shark!

(Ill is all I've been hearin lately
Niggaz hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me
put their brains on the wall, when I brawl
Too late for that 911 call
Niggaz stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin
But not me because I'ma nigga that can get out of them cuffs
You think a lot of them tough
Not just for frotin
When I hit them niggaz like 'What you want?'
the battle turns into a hunt
With the dog right behind niggaz chasin em down
We all knew that you was pussy
but I'm tastin it now"

As James walks down the ramp, the females all turn around and point their guns at the fans, making sure none of them is reaching out towards him and trying to touch him. Once he gets to the bottom of the ramp, he runs towards the ring and slides into it.

Niggas is pussy
Keep me runnin from the werewolf, owww
Howling at the moon on the roof
Eh, ah, no, get em
Ten niggas on him, hope God's with him
Give me the bat, let me split him
I'll have em where the pillow and the casket won't fit him
Only reason I did him, he wouldn't fight back
Trieed to strike back
Left him like that, layin up with the white hat
Gettin right back at ya when I snatch ya
up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes
Hittin niggaz with gashes to the head
Straight to the white meat but the street stay red
But this girl gave me head for free

Shark begins to move around the ring, bouncing off the ropes and shadow boxing right in the center. He begins to demonstrate his incredible speed and foot work before the music dies off and the females all head backstage.)

Roy Hardy: This is the first semi finals match to determine who will be moving on to the finals. One of these men will be battling for the right to be called the first ever PWP Heavyweight Champion!

(The bell rings and as soon as it does, the two engage in a stare down, allowing the anticipation in the building to build up. Brett Sands spits at Shark and Shark swings at Brett but Brett ducks it and begins to hit him with some hard right hands. Shark quickly goes to the outside of the ring, jumping through the middle ropes, to get away from Sands and regain his composure.)

Roy Hardy: Boy, if the roof don’t blow off of this building, I’m going to be surprised. The anticipation that this match has surrounding it is incredible.

Jesse Watson: And I have no doubt it’s going to deliver!

(The ref pulls Sands away from the ropes and allows Shark to get back into the ring. It looks as if they’re going to lock up, when Shark drills Brett in the midsection with ha jab. Shark then follows it up with an elbow to the back of the head. He then hits Brett with a big European uppercut that sends him into the ropes. As he bounces off the ropes, Brett comes back with a hard right hand. He hits him with another before attempting to send Shark into the ropes but Shark holds on, pulls Brett back and hits him with a short arm clothesline.)

Roy Hardy: Shark seems to be in control at the moment. He needs to stay on Sands if he wants to keep it that way.

Jesse Watson: I don’t think he needs you giving him advice. The man is a multi-time Champion. What have you ever done?

Roy Hardy: What are you getting so salty for? I was just pointing something out.

(Shark starts measuring Brett up and when Brett gets to his feet, Shark goes for a big boot but Sands ducks under it. When Shark turns around, Brett charges and nails him with a big clothesline. He gets Shark up and sends him into the corner. Not leaving him any time to recover, Brett charges and hits him with a clothesline into the corner.)

Roy Hardy: Sands is on a roll right now!

(Brett then sends Shark into the opposite corner. Sands charges but this time Shark catches him with an elbow to the mouth.  Shark puts Sands’ throat across the top rope and begins putting all his weight on him, choking him on the rope. The ref almost counts to 5 before Shark breaks the choke and the ref pulls him away. As Shark goes back after Sands, Sands comes back with a knife edge chop. He hits him with another chop before grabbing him and sending him off into the ropes. Brett goes for a backdrop but Shark stops short and plants Brett with a DDT. He goes for a pin ..)

1...
2...
Kickout!

Roy Hardy: Good scouting there by Shark.

Jesse Watson: These guys clearly did their homework. Neither one has been able to grab full control of the match.

Roy Hardy: Both of these guys have ego. And losing this match would be a huge blow to it. They’re going to do everything in their power to make sure it’s not them that lose.

(Shark gets Sands to his feet and sends him into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, Shark catches him in a sleeper hold.)

Roy Hardy: Sleeper hold! Could this be it for Sands!?

Jesse Watson: Brett’s not in a good position here! He needs to get out of that hold!

(Shark keeps it in for a while and the ref lifts the arm up …)

1!…

(He lifts up a 2nd time…)

2!…

(He lifts it up for a 3rd time…)

3!….

Roy Hardy: No! Sands was able to keep his arm up before it fell a third time!

Jesse Watson: Boy that was close!

(Sands hits Shark with a couple elbows to the midsection, getting him to let go of his grip. Brett then grabs him and plants him into the ring with a back suplex. It takes Brett a few seconds to gain his bearings and get to his feet and this gives Shark enough time to get up at the same time. Shark slumps against the ropes and Sands charges at him, going to a clothesline but Shark ducks him, pulling the rope down and sending Brett flying over the top rope and to the outside of the ring.)

Jesse Watson: James Shark continues to show great ring awareness!

Roy Hardy: That he does. Never count out a guy like Brett, though

(While the ref is over by the ropes checking on Sands, Shark takes the opportunity to take top turnbuckle pad off, exposing the steel. The ref is at a count of 6 before Sands rolls himself back into the ring. Shark gets him up and places him in the corner. Shark then hits him with a few jabs to the mouth. Shark then sends him into the corner where the steel is exposed. Sands holds onto his back as he walks out of the corner and is picked up by Shark, who hits him with a judo hip toss. Shark goes for the pin …)

1...
2...
Kickout at 2 ½!!!

Roy Hardy: Oh that was close! That was very close!

Jesse Watson: I thought that was it! He hit that exposed steel hard!

(Shark yells at the ref, clearly getting a little annoyed and frustrated. Shark gets Sands up and Brett drills him with an elbow to the midsection but Shark fights back with a rake to the eyes. Shark gets Brett up in a power slam position and as he runs, he goes to drop Sands face-first into the exposed steel under the turnbuckle but Sands slides off his shoulders, landing behind Shark and he shoves Shark into the steel, chest-first. Sands takes a few steps back and as Shark turns around, holding onto his chest, Sands drills him with a big boot.)

Roy Hardy: Looks like exposing that steel has come back to haunt Shark!

Jesse Watson: Good move by Sands! If he didn’t take advantage of that, Shark sure would have at some point!

Roy Hardy: He still could. These guys are going to pull out all the stops in this one.

(Brett drops an elbow into the heart of Shark and goes for a pin …)

1...
2...
Kickout!

(Brett sits Shark up, drives his knee into the spine of Shark and then puts him in a chin-lock, really rearing back and putting the pressure on. Shark fights to his feet and drills Sands with elbows to the midsection. Sands comes right back with a knee to the stomach. He sends Shark into the ropes and as Shark comes off the ropes, Sands goes for another big boot but Shark ducks under it. Sands turns around and Shark nails him with an explosive European uppercut, sending not only Sands to the mat but Shark as well, as they’re both quite obviously getting tired.)

Roy Hardy: What a move by Shark! I think he tried to knock Brett’s head off 30 rows into the fans!

Jesse Watson: Man I knew this match was going to be hard hitting and intense but this is insane!

(Shark is the first to get to his feet and he gets Sands in an abdominal stretch. Shark grabs the ropes for added leverage and when the ref goes to look, he lets go quickly so that the ref doesn’t see him.)

Roy Hardy: Oh come on!

Jesse Watson: That’s sneaky … But effective! If Brett was in the same position as Shark, he’d do the same thing.

Roy Hardy: I’ve got no doubt about that. Both guys are no strangers to bending the rules.

(When the ref goes back to check on Brett, Shark grabs onto the top rope again to gain that added leverage. The ref goes to look and again, Shark lets go before he is caught. The ref asks Shark if he’s using the ropes and Shark just screams at him to "go fuckin’ ask him!" As the ref does, Shark grabs right ahold of the rope again. This time, the ref quickly goes around and catches him. He hits him in the arm, getting him to let go and this allows Sands to counter the abdominal stretch, throwing Shark off of him with a hip toss.)

Roy Hardy: Shark went to the well once too many times and it cost him it seems!

Jesse Watson: That referee has no business putting his hands on Shark like that!

Roy Hardy: He’s enforcing the rules!

(Shark gets to his feet and Sands catches him with a boot to the midsection. Brett then grabs him and drives him into the mat with a pump handle slam. Sands goes for a pin …)

1...
2...
Kickout at 2 ½!!

Jesse Watson: Another near fall! This is great! It’s everything I hoped for and more! Sands and Shark are showing why they are considered two of the best!

Roy Hardy: Good lord, it’s one hell of a contest, that’s for sure.

(Sands gets Shark up to his feet and attempts to send him into the ropes but Shark reverses it. As Sands bounces off the ropes, Shark catches him with t-bone suplex. Shark then hooks the leg for a pin attempt …)

1...
2...
Kickout at 2 ½!!

(Shark gets Sands up and attempts to send him into the corner with the exposed steel but Sands reverses it, sending Shark into the steel. Shark bounces out of the corner, holding onto his back and Brett gives him a boot to the stomach. Sands then lifts him up and plants him into the exposed turnbuckle with a power bomb and as Shark bounces out again, he drills James with a discus lariat. Sands makes the pin ..)

1.…
2.…
3!!! NO!!! KICKOUT AT 2 ½!!!!

Roy Hardy: I can’t believe it! Shark kicked out of what Brett Sands likes to call "Decaptiation!"

Jesse Watson: I thought he had it! I have no clue how he kicked out of that!

(Brett looks at the referee, shocked, before getting Shark back to his feet. Sands throws a right hand and Shark comes back with a shot of his own. The two of them then begin to exchange punches with one another. Shark lands a boot to the stomach, grabs Brett and sends him into the corner. Shark charges and goes for a back elbow but Sands moves and Shark crashes into the corner. Brett quickly jumps out of the ring, goes behind the corner where Shark is, trips him down to his feet and pulls his legs so that he crotches Shark on the steel ring post.)

Roy Hardy: Oh man, that’s going to definitely take the win out of the sails of Shark!

Jesse Watson: Oh God that hurt me just watching it!

(Shark crawls away from the corner and rolls around in the ring, holding onto his groin. Sands gets back into the ring and lands a leg drop to the back of Shark’s head. Brett turns him over and goes for a pin …)

1.…
2.…
3!! No!! Kickout at 2 ½!!!

Roy Hardy: Again! Sands comes within inches of moving on!

Jesse Watson: My heart is racing 100 miles per minute!! What a match!!

(Sands gets Shark back up, lifts him up and plants him with a scoop slam in the center of the ring. Brett then bounces off the ropes and then lands a big elbow drop into the heart of Shark. Brett goes for another pin ..)

1.…
2.…
Kickout!

(Brett brings Shark to his feet and then sends himself into the ropes. As he comes off of them, though, Shark catches him with a back elbow to the mouth. Shark follows it up with a knee to the stomach and then an ax handle smash to the back of Sands. Shark then sets Sands up for a power bomb. As Shark goes to do the move, Sands reverses it, back dropping Shark, but he falls over from exhaustion of the match. He stays there on his hands and knees for a few moments, trying to get some energy. He finally gets up and gets Shark up as well. He sends Shark into the ropes and Sands runs into the opposite ropes. As they both come off, they both look for a clothesline and they hit each other, taking each other down and they both lay in the center of the ring.)

Roy Hardy: Both had the same thing in mind! This is how much they’ve studied up on each other! This is what they’ll put themselves through to win that title! This is how much it means to them both!

Jesse Watson: Art, you’ve gotta admit .. At this point, whoever wins, EARNED it!

Roy Hardy: There is no question. These guys have given their everything and then some. This has been on hell of a rollercoaster ride.

(Both men start to battle to their feet. As they do, Shark turns around and Sands hits him with a big pump kick to the face. Sands falls on him for the pin …)

1.…
2.…
3!! No!!! Another kickout at 2 ½!!!

Roy Hardy: You gotta know that he’s wondering what he has to do to put the champion away!

Jesse Watson: I think they’re both thinking that! Nothing has been able to keep them down!

(Sands crawls to his feet, bringing Shark up with him. Brett swings at him with a clothesline but Shark ducks under it, grabs both of Shark’s arms and pulls him over with a backslide pin ..)

1...
2...
3!! No! Kickout at 2 ½!!!!

(They both get to their feet and Sands gives him a boot to the stomach and then gets him up for the "Dream Killer." But before he can connect with it, Shark slides out of it, landing on his feet behind Sands. Shark rolls him up with a school boy …)

1...
2.…
3!!!!!
NO!!! 2 ½!!!!!

Roy Hardy: That may have been the closest near fall I’ve ever seen in my life!

(Shark gets up a little bit before Sands and as Sands gets to his feet, he’s met with the "Swag Out" from James Shark. Shark makes the pin…)

1...
2...
3!!!

Randall Jobbs: Winner of this match via pinfall, at the 22:24 mark… James Shark!

Roy Hardy: And James Shark has just punched his ticket to get into the finals for the PWP Heavyweight Championship!

Jesse Watson: But man, did he ever have to work for it. Brett Sands looked great here tonight.

Roy Hardy: He sure did. There were several times in the match that I thought he was going to walk out with the win.

Jesse Watson: Brett Sands  gained a new fan in me, tonight.

Roy Hardy: He was damn impressive, for sure. But James Shark continues to back up all the trash talking he does and it’ll be he that gets the shot at the title.

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Semi Finals Match
TJ Codair vs. Flex Johnson

Randall Jobbs: The following match is a semi finals match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

(Five Finger Death Punch's White Knuckles rips onto the speakers as the fans erupt. TJ Codair's name flashes on the monitors as Codair steps out from the back and walks down to the ring.)

Randall Jobbs: From Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 236 pounds… Representing WXW… TJ Codair!

(He rolls into the ring and quickly gets back to his feet.

“They're saying crush it, break it, smash it Fuckin' kill 'em all!”

Codair pounds his right fist over his heart three times.

“Laugh as it falls away”

Codair holds his right fist high into the air as he walks towards the turnbuckles.

“I won't dodge another silver bullet Just to save a little face.”

Codair climbs up the ropes and looks out to the fans, as the lights go dark and a blue spot light lands on him.

“I want you to know, I want you to see, I want you to look beyond your own eyes, Past your afflictions.”

The music dies down as Codair jumps off the turnbuckles as the lights come back on.  He spreads his arms and yells out to the fans as they all cheer him on.)

Randall Jobbs: And his opponent…

(“Stand Alone Complex” begins to blare over the speakers.

"Was I damned from the start
Or just when their marriage fell apart?
Come back in time..."

Smoke slowly begins to creep and fill the stage.

"Come on!
Does my 'try' make God blush?
Does my heart still decay?
Does it still rust?"

After a few moments, Flex Johnson strolls out and looks out at the crowd. )

Randall Jobbs: From Harlem, New York, weighing in at 210 pounds… Flex Johnson!

("Cause I feel that all my gears are starting to dry
It’s beginning to be too much for me
Oh,life, how could you be so cruel to me?
Cut me some slack."

He walks slowly down the ramp. A number of fans boo him; a number of fans cheer for Flex as well.

"If you’d grant me this strength then
I’ll return it to you by a thousand fold."

Flex circles the ring one time, and then rolls into the ring.

"Dear brother, though our mothers are not one
We share a father
He never wished the weight you spit to be collared on your own
You cast your fault, project the loss..."

He walks over to the near turn buckle and points a finger to the sky.

"Mom come home when you can
I swear Dad has changed he’s still a good man
If I’m wrong I’ll hold my head high
I’ll let God
Spit in my face
I know you would still grab the flame
If I burn
I know you’d still grab the flame."

Flex hops off the turn buckle and waits for the bell to ring.)

Roy Hardy: This is it. The last semi finals match to determine who will be facing James Shark for the PWP Heavyweight Title in the finals!

Jesse Watson: And either way, it’s going to be a hell of a match.

(The bell rings and the two men lock up in the center of the ring and Flex grabs TJ’s arm and begins twisting it. Flex works Codair down to the ground, putting him in an arm bar. Codair maneuvers so that he is able to flip Flex over in a schoolboy-like pin attempt …)

1 …
Kickout!

(Both men rush to their feet and lock eyes, squaring off with one another.)

Roy Hardy: This match is going to be special. I can just feel it. They’ve both worked so hard to get to this point.

Jesse Watson: The winner of this match goes to the finals for the PWP Heavyweight Title. They’ve both fought so hard and now they’ve both got to fight harder. This is going to be intense.

(The two cautiously get closer and lock up once again. This time Flex is the one that slides around TJ and catches him in a schoolboy roll up ..)

1...
Kickout!

(They both pop right back up and start circling one another, as the crowd is on it’s feet in anticipation. They lock up for a third time and Codair slides behind Flex and takes him down at the legs. He then moves up and grabs Flex in a front face lock. Flex works to his hands and knees, quickly slides out of TJ’s grasps, grabs one of his arms and locks Codair into another armbar, wrenching it behind TJ’s back.)

Roy Hardy: We are seeing a great exhibition of real wrestling. This is what it’s all about. Feeling out your opponent and finding the right time to strike. Not rushing into anything.

Jesse Watson: Keeping the pace slow, here in the early going, is a smart move. As we’ve said, they’ve both wrestled several times tonight already and the winner is going to have to do it one more time after this.

(Codair works to his way up to his feet but Flex keeps his arm twisted behind his back. Flex lets go of the hold but quickly takes Codair back down with a drop toe hold and then grabs him in a front face lock. This time TJ is the one that is able to slip out of it, grab Flex by the arm and lock him into an arm bar. TJ drags Flex to his feet, lets go of the arm and grabs him in a side headlock. Flex shoots Codair off into the ropes and TJ takes Flex down with a shoulder block. Flex starts getting up but grabs TJ by the legs and takes him down. He then does a bridging pin …)

1 …
2 …
Kickout!

Roy Hardy: What a see-saw affair we are seeing here early on in this match!

Jesse Watson: This is going to be one of those matches where the first person to make a mistake will probably cost them the match.

(Both men get to their feet and Codair lands a kick to the midsection. He grabs Flex and sends him into the ropes. Flex slides through the legs of TJ and jumps to his feet. Codair turns around and charges at Flex and Flex catches him with a drop toe hold, hanging Codair over the middle rope. TJ gets up, holding onto his throat, as Flex hit’s the ropes again. As he comes off of them though, TJ catches him with a beautiful arm drag. Both men get up and Codair catches him with another one.)

Roy Hardy: Looks like the pace might be picking up now..

Jesse Watson: And you’ve gotta wonder who, if anyone, that’s going to benefit in the long run.

(Flex and TJ both get back up and Codair comes at Flex but Flex catches him this time with a hip toss. Codair gets to his feet and Flex charges at him but Codair ducks down and back body drops Flex over the top rope and to the outside.)

Roy Hardy: Man, did Flex have a hard landing!

Jesse Watson: That could be the opening that TJ Codair needs.

(Codair waits for Flex to get to his feet and as he does, TJ launches himself over the top rope and hits Flex with a suicide dive. TJ gets Flex up and rolls him into the ring, following right behind him.)

Roy Hardy: What a move by TJ to take Flex out.

Jesse Watson: I thought it was stupid. Why take a high risk, this early, especially when you’re struggling to get the upper hand?

Roy Hardy: It may not have been the smartest move and it was definitely risky but it worked out for him in the end.

(TJ gets Flex to his feet and send him into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, Codair catches him with a tilt-a-whirl back breaker. He quickly goes for a pin …)

1 …
2 …
Kickout!

(As Flex sits up, Codair wraps his legs around Flex’s waist and gets him in a leg scissors, putting all the pressure on his ribs. Flex drives his elbows into the legs of Codair, making him break the hold. Both men get to their feet and Codair grabs Flex and tosses him over the top rope but Flex lands on the apron. He drives his shoulder into the midsection of TJ. As Codair staggers away, Flex begins to ascend to the top turnbuckle. Codair turns around and Flex leaps off with a flying clothesline. Flex goes for the pin ..)

1 …
2 …
Kickout!

Roy Hardy: Flex looking to end things there with a huge clothesline off of the top rope.

Jesse Watson: Another unnecessary high risk move. Flex usually doesn’t take those and I don’t know why he did here.

Roy Hardy: These guys know that everything is at stake here. Every single move could be the difference between going to the finals or not. And both men know that they are going to have to pull out everything in their arsenal and even some things that isn’t usually there.

(Both men work to their feet, but Flex is the first and lands a kick to the face of Codair as he’s trying to get up. Flex grabs TJ and attempts to send him into the ropes but Codair reverses it. As Flex comes off the ropes, Codair catches him with a power slam. TJ goes for the pin ..)

1 …
2 …
Kickout!

(Codair turns Flex over onto his stomach and locks him into a Fujiwara armbar. Flex looks like he’s about to tap, as he struggles to get to the rope but he’s finally able to reach it and the ref forces Codair to break the hold. He does as the ref asks and gets Flex up to his feet. Codair sends Flex into the ropes and as Flex comes off the ropes, Codair goes for a super kick but Flex ducks under the kick and hits the ropes again. As he comes off of them, he nails Codair with a spinning heel kick.)

Roy Hardy: And out of nowhere, Flex hits that kick!

(Flex goes for the pin …)

1 …
2 …
Kickout!

(Flex then locks Codair into a Fujiwara armbar of his own!)

Jesse Watson: Flex Johnson fighting a little fire with fire it looks like!

Roy Hardy: And why not. He knows how effective the move is, after being locked into it himself.

(Codair struggles for a while before finally being able to grab the bottom rope and Flex breaks the hold. After he breaks it, TJ rolls to the outside of the ring to catch his breath. Flex meanwhile ascends to the top rope.)

Roy Hardy: Oh boy, what is Flex going to do here! …

Jesse Watson: Probably kill himself, from the looks of it.

(As TJ turns around in the direction that Flex is, Flex leaps off and connects with a diving cross body block, taking Codair and himself out.)

Roy Hardy: Both men are down! It looks like a car wreck out there!

(Flex gets Codair back to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Flex gets up onto the ring apron, as Codair stumbles up to his feet. He turns around, just in time to see Flex flying at him, connecting with a busaiku knee kick. He goes for the pin …)

1 …
2 …
Kickout!

Roy Hardy: Flex is pulling out all the stops here to try and pick up the victory over Codair here tonight.

Jesse Watson: Well no kidding. He wants to make it to the finals.

(Both men get to their feet and Flex quickly grabs Codair in a small package roll up …)

1 …
2 …
3!?! No!
Kickout at 2 ½!

(Codair then reverses the positioning, keeping Flex locked into a small package …)

1 …
2 …
3!!!!
No!! Kickout!

(Both of them make their way to their feet and Flex goes for a kick to the midsection but TJ catches his foot and shoves him backwards into the corner. Codair charges, going for a corner clothesline but Flex moves out of the way and TJ hit’s the corner. He turns around and Flex charges at him but Codairside steps him, lifts him up in the air and then brings him down face-first onto the top turnbuckle. Codair pulls him out of the corner, holding onto his head and jumps up onto the second turnbuckle. He then jumps off and connects with a neckbreaker on Flex. He hooks the leg for a pin …)

1 …
2 …
Kickout at 2 ½!!

Roy Hardy: I thought that was it! TJ Codair leaped off of the second rope and caught him with a neck breaker!

Jesse Watson: What a back and forth contest this has been!

(TJ shows some frustration as he brings Flex up to his feet. He lifts Flex up for a suplex but he slips out of Codair’s grasps and lands on his feet behind him. Flex grabs him and then drives him into the mat with a bridging German suplex …)

1 …
2 …
Kickout at 2 ½!!!

Roy Hardy: Another near fall!

Jesse Watson: This match has been so back and forth, I’m starting to get dizzy. Either that or it’s because I’ve been inhaling too much of your awful cologne all night.

Roy Hardy: Me?! You smell like you bathed in a tub full of dollar store cologne!

Jesse Watson: Do they really sell cologne? … Just wondering.

Roy Hardy: Nevermind that right now… We’ve got a classic going on in front of us.

(Both men slowly get to their feet but Codair is the first to strike, hitting a spin kick to the stomach of Flex, sending him stagger backwards into the ropes. Codair hit’s the opposite ropes and as he comes off of them, Flex comes forward and hits him with a leg lariat.)

Roy Hardy: Flex caught him off guard with that one!

(As Codair is using the ropes to try and get to his feet, Flex runs and looks to drive his hips into the back of Codairs’s head but TJ moves and Flex crotches himself on the 2nd rope. As he staggers back into the ring, TJ lifts him up on his shoulders for “The Broken Halo” but Flex slips out, landing behind Codair. He spins TJ around and nails him with a Tiger Suplex. He makes the pin ..)

1 …
2 ….
3!!!
NO!!! KICKOUT AT 2 ½!!!

Jesse Watson: How’d he kick out?! The Tiger Suplex is one of Flex’s patented moves!

Roy Hardy: I don’t know! These men have been battling for so long now, I thought for sure that was the end of Codair!

Jesse Watson: He’s one resilient bastard, that’s for sure.

(Flex, somewhat shocked, gets up and begins to ascend the top rope. He leaps off, going for “Meteora” but Codair is able to move out of the way just in time and Flex goes crashing to the mat.)

Jesse Watson: Flex eats a face full of ring mat!

(Codair gets Flex up and then lifts him up for “The Broken Halo” again but this time he connects with it. He makes the pin …)

Roy Hardy: It’s over!!!

1 …
2 …
3!!!!
NO AGAIN! ANOTHER 2 ½!!!

Roy Hardy: Are you kidding me!?

Jesse Watson: This is nuts! What’s it going to take to keep either man down!?

(Both of them lay on the mat for several seconds, trying to catch their breath, before they start to stir. They then start to exchange stiff forearm shots, back and forth. TJ starts to gain the advantage, hitting several shots consecutively, when out of nowhere, Flex lands a high judo kick to the side of TJ’s head, leaving him stunned. Flex then lifts him up and drills him with “Death By Brutality.” Flex makes the pin..)

1...
2...
3!!!!!!!

Randall Jobbs: Winner of this match via pinfall, at the 20:46 mark of the match, Flex Johnson!

Roy Hardy: He got him! My God what a match!

Jesse Watson: That’s going to be one that people are going to be talking about as one of PWP’s finer matches, in my opinion!

Roy Hardy: Both men tried their best to put the other away, so many times, but in the end it took a “Death By Brutality” from Flex to get the win.

Jesse Watson: I almost hated for it to end. I gotta hand it to ‘em, that was a hell of a match!

Roy Hardy: It sure was. But now Flex doesn’t have long to rest up because the finals are next!

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Tournament Finals Match
PWP Heavyweight Championship
James Shark vs. Flex Johnson

Randall Jobbs: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the PWP Heavyweight Championship! Already in the ring, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 210 pounds.. Flex Johnson! And Introducing his opponent….

(A loud screeching scream could be heard from a woman. Followed up by the scream is a bunch of other cries, the sound of splashing water can then be heard a long with the cries for help yelling out "SHARK, SHARK, SHARK!". The loud screams fade away until all that could be heard are the fans in the arena.

Told y'all niggaz
Ya just don't listen
Why must you be hard headed
Tried to explain, but ya didn't hear me though
Ya know, grrrrrr

The lights in the arena begin to flicker black and blue as a bunch of sexy females carrying AK-47's begin to walk out of the curtains and down the ramp. Each one of them wearing white t-shirts with black thongs. All the white shirts reading: "Team Shark" in bold black font.

They all stand in a vertical line on both sides of the ramp. The mini tron behind them display the words: Money Power Respect. Suddenly, as the theme song kicks in and blasts through the speakers, pyro begins to go off in front of the ramp.

"Uh
One two one two, come through run through
Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do
Some do, those that know are real quiet
Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot
Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the hardest
rap artist and I'ma start this
Shit up foreal, get up and feel, my words
I make herbs split up and squeal

James Shark comes out from behind the curtains with both of his arms raised up in the air. Flipping off both the arena and the audience watching at home. As the camera zooms into him he looks right at it, beginning to talk shit about his opponent. He takes his eyes off of the camera and looks at all the sexy females standing on the ramp. A sly smirk comes across his face before he begins to walk down the ramp.)

Randall Jobbs: From Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 205 pounds… Representing Insurgency Wrestling Federation… James Shark!

(Ill is all I've been hearin lately
Niggaz hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me
put their brains on the wall, when I brawl
Too late for that 911 call
Niggaz stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin
But not me because I'ma nigga that can get out of them cuffs
You think a lot of them tough
Not just for frotin
When I hit them niggaz like 'What you want?'
the battle turns into a hunt
With the dog right behind niggaz chasin em down
We all knew that you was pussy
but I'm tastin it now"

As James walks down the ramp, the females all turn around and point their guns at the fans, making sure none of them is reaching out towards him and trying to touch him. Once he gets to the bottom of the ramp, he runs towards the ring and slides into it.

Niggas is pussy
Keep me runnin from the werewolf, owww
Howling at the moon on the roof
Eh, ah, no, get em
Ten niggas on him, hope God's with him
Give me the bat, let me split him
I'll have em where the pillow and the casket won't fit him
Only reason I did him, he wouldn't fight back
Trieed to strike back
Left him like that, layin up with the white hat
Gettin right back at ya when I snatch ya
up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes
Hittin niggaz with gashes to the head
Straight to the white meat but the street stay red
But this girl gave me head for free

Shark begins to move around the ring, bouncing off the ropes and shadow boxing right in the center. He begins to demonstrate his incredible speed and foot work before the music dies off and the females all head backstage.)

Roy Hardy: It is finally time! We’re about to crown the first ever PWP Heavyweight Champion!

(The bell rings and the two competitors begin to circle one another. They lock up in the center of the ring and Shark pushes Flex into the corner. They stay locked up and Flex switches the positions, getting Shark in the corner. The ref gets them to break and as Flex’s about to break, he lands a stiff forearm shot to the mouth.)

Roy Hardy: Flex is not messing around tonight. And that’s quite evident with that shot, he just took at Shark.

Jesse Watson: In a match like this, you need to take every shot you can.

(Flex smirks as he steps back to the center of the ring. Shark comes out of the corner and they circle each other, once again. They tie up and Flex grabs Sharks arm and gets him in a hammerlock. Shark drives Flex backwards into the corner once again, trapping him there. The referee tells Shark to let him out and as he does, Shark turns around, hitting Flex with an uppercut.)

Jesse Watson: That’s a receipt!

(Shark then backs out into the center, giving Flex a smug look. Flex comes out of the corner and the two quickly lock up for a third time. Shark goes behind Flex, grabbing him in a waist lock. Flex puts one of his legs behind Shark and then spins around, bringing Shark to the mat with a drop toe hold. Flex then floats over, grabbing Shark in a front face lock.)

Roy Hardy: Some great wrestling displayed here, thus far.

Jesse Watson: These two men have wrestled 3 times, going on a 4th here. They’re going to be trying to wear each other down, knowing that.

Roy Hardy: That’s so true. Shark has had a little longer to rest than Flex has but at the end of the day, they both have wrestled three times.

(Shark rolls out of it, grabs Flex’s arm and puts him in a hammerlock, as Flex’s still on his stomach. Shark then drives his knee into the arm and then grabs the other arm, wrenching back on it.)

Jesse Watson: That is one painful move right there! Shark is not only working at one arm but he’s working at the other while putting pressure on both shoulders AND the lower back of Flex Johnson, as well.

Roy Hardy: Shark can stretch you into a pretzel if you allow him to, as can Flex. That’s going to be the key for both men; not to let the other get too much offense in because at any time, they can lock in some sort of submission that can easily break a bone a tear a muscle.

(Flex finally gets close enough to the ropes and he puts his foot on the bottom one and the ref forces Shark to break the hold. The ref counts to 4 before Shark finally does let go. After he does, he walks back to the center of the ring and Flex gets up quickly. He gets in the ref’s face, telling him to do his job and get Shark off of him sooner.)

Roy Hardy: Flex Johnson getting a little testy here.

Jesse Watson: He needs to focus on James Shark, not the ref.

(Shark and Flex begin circling one another, both trying to figure out the opportune time to strike. Flex decides to call for a test of strength and Shark obliges. Both men vie for position but neither one can seem to gain the advantage over the other. Flex decides to drive Shark into the corner. He pulls Shark out, grabbing one of his arms and begins twisting it. Shark rolls through with it though, spinning behind Flex and going for a Russian leg sweep but Flex blocks it. Flex then takes him down with an arm drag, then drops down to one knee, driving the arm that he’s holding onto into his other knee.)

Roy Hardy: Flex looks like he’s trying to snap that arm in half!

Jesse Watson: Arms just aren’t made to bend that way!

(Shark fights back to his feet and gets Flex into the ropes. He grabs him and throws him into the ropes and as Flex comes off the ropes, Shark catches him with a Japanese arm drag. Shark then holds onto the arm, putting Flex into a modified armbar.)

Roy Hardy: Both of these guys are being so careful in executing their strategy here tonight.

Jesse Watson: Yeah, they’re not rushing things, they’re not trying knock each other out or go for that big move right off the bat. They’re going slow, being very meticulous and getting a feel for one another.

Roy Hardy: It’s more of a stamina game right now.

(Shark stands up and slams Flex’s arm against the ring mat. He gets Flex right back up, grabbing the same arm and starts twisting it. He yanks on it, putting more pressure on the arm and shoulder of Flex. Flex then delivers a knee to the midsection and then sends Shark into the corner. As Shark bounces out of the corner, Flex catches him with a back drop. After he does though, he grabs onto that arm.)

Roy Hardy: You see Flex Johnson is favoring that arm that Shark was working on. It’s clearly effecting him at this point in time.

Jesse Watson: And any potential injury could be devastating. Even the slightest, at this stage of the game.

(Flex sits Shark up, drives his knee into his back and then rears back on Shark’s chin, putting pressure on the neck and back. Shark fights back to his feet and delivers a couple of body shots to the stomach of Flex. Shark backs him up shoots Flex off into the ropes. As Flex comes off the ropes, Shark catches him with a knee strike to the midsection, sending Flex emphatically to the mat.)

Jesse Watson: Man, Shark put some extra mustard behind that one!

Roy Hardy: He sure did. Flex went head over shoulders from the impact of that knee.

(As Flex is sitting up, clutching his stomach from the knee, Shark follows it up with a hard kick to the spine. Flex lays on the mat in pain as Shark bounces off the ropes and then connects with a big knee drop to the forehead of Flex. Shark goes for a pin ..)

1...
2...
Kickout

Roy Hardy: A kickout by Flex just after the referee hit’s the mat for the second time.

Jesse Watson: Smart move by Shark. He knows he wasn’t going to get a three count on that. But it’s going to take some extra effort out of Flex to kickout and that goes along with the theme of this match thus far, of both men just trying to wear the other down.

Roy Hardy: Absolutely. And like we’ve said several times tonight, one move is all it could take.

(Shark gets Flex Johnson up and then promptly puts him in an abdominal stretch. After Shark has that locked in for a good 15 seconds, Flex is able to escape by delivering a hip toss. Flex gets Shark up and delivers a hard kick to the chest. Flex delivers another one and then follows up with a hard knife edge chop. Flex grabs Shark and takes him down to the mat with a snapmere. He turns Shark over and grabs him in a front face lock, trying to choke out Shark.)

Roy Hardy: Flex Johnson looking to gain control of this match now, trying to cut off the circulation to the brain of Shark.

(Shark fights back up to his feet but Flex still doesn’t let go of the head. Flex shoots Shark off into the ropes and Flex takes him down a shoulder block. Flex sends himself into the ropes, as Shark is getting up. Shark tries to leap frog Flex, as he’s coming at him but Flex catches Shark on his shoulders. Flex looks like he’s going for “The Death By Brutality” but Shark keeps struggling and blocking it. Instead, Flex just falls backwards, driving him into the mat with a Samoan drop.)

Roy Hardy: Great job by Shark to block that move but he doesn’t get out of it completely unharmed as Flex still was able to pull off a good move.

Jesse Watson: Shark saw the title flashing before his eyes right then and there.

(Flex then goes over to the corner and climbs to the top rope. Flex then leaps off, going for a moonsault but Shark puts his knees up and Flex catches nothing but knees to the midsection.)

Roy Hardy: Big mistake by Flex Johnson, as he couldn’t connect with that moonsault!

Jesse Watson: Going to the air isn’t Flex’s game. I understand having to pull everything else but I don’t think he needed to get desperate, this early on.

(Flex rolls around on the mat, clutching his midsection and Shark gets to his feet. Shark gets Flex up and pushes him into the corner. Shark hits him with several jabs before he drives his shoulder blade into the stomach of Flex several times. Flex, who is hunched over and clutching his stomach, falls through the ring ropes and crashes to the floor outside. Shark then follows him out there.)

Jesse Watson: Oh boy, looks like this one is spilling out to the floor!

Roy Hardy: And who knows what these two will do out there.

(Shark gets Flex up and leans him against the guardrail. Shark hits him with a few hard knife edge chops before rolling him back into the ring. Flex fights to his feet as Shark gets back in the ring as well. Flex goes for a kick but Shark catches his foot and sends him down with a single leg takedown. Shark turns him over, and then puts him in a surfboard submission.)

Roy Hardy: A great move applied here, by Shark!

Jesse Watson: That’ll take a lot out of you if you don’t get out of that hold quick, that’s for sure.

(Shark lets go of it and as he starts getting Flex up, Flex gives him a knee strike to the stomach. Flex pushes him into the corner and then starts laying into Shark with some boots to the midsection. He then pulls Shark out and attempts to send him into the ropes but Shark reverses it. Shark goes for a back drop but Flex stops up short and delivers a kick to the mouth. Flex then picks him up for a back suplex but Shark tries to fight out of it. Struggling to get out of the move causes Flex to back up, not being able to stand still and Flex delivers the back suplex over the top rope, sending Shark to the outside, hard.)

Roy Hardy: That’s an easy way to break a neck right there! Shark is going to be very lucky if he’s not injured here.

Jesse Watson: Yeah, it looks like Flex was going for that suplex and as Shark was trying to get out of it, it caused Flex’s momentum to go backwards and he suplexed him right over that top rope.

(Flex Johnson rolls under the bottom rope and goes after Shark. He delivers a couple of hard boots to the head before getting Shark to his feet. Flex lifts Shark up and drives him hard, into the guardrail. Flex then grabs Shark and rolls him back into the ring, sliding in right behind him.)

Roy Hardy: What a physical match we are witnessing. These guys are going to be very sore after this one.

(When Flex gets in, he stands up and then connects with a knee drop right into the back of Shark. Flex then sits Shark up and then drives his knee into his back several times.)

Roy Hardy: Flex now, seemingly working on that back of Shark.

Jesse Watson: Which is a smart move after dropping him over that top rope, not long ago.

(Flex gets Shark up but Shark fights back with some elbow shots to the midsection. Shark shoots himself into the ropes and as he comes off them, Flex catches him, lifts him up and brings him down across his knee with a backbreaker.)

Roy Hardy: Any wind in the sail that Shark just built up, Flex just knocked it out.

Jesse Watson: Flex Johnson is in control of this match at this point and it’s not looking good for Shark. He needs to get some offense going and get back into this match or he is done.

(Flex goes for a pin attempt ..)

1...
2...
Kickout!

(Flex Johnson plants a hard stomp to the stomach, seemingly getting a little frustrated, before getting Shark to his feet. Flex delivers a knife edge chop but Shark comes right back with an uppercut that staggers Flex into the corner. Shark then begins laying into Flex with some stiff knife edge chops of his own.)

Jesse Watson: Shark is lighting up Flex’s chest with those chops!

Roy Hardy: Will this be the opening that he was looking for?!

(Flex comes right back, delivering a back elbow to the face, staggering Shark back away from him. Flex takes him down with a snapmere, runs into the ropes and delivers a low dropkick to the spine of Shark. Flex begins to get Shark to his feet but Shark grabs him in a small package pin …)

1...
2...
Kickout at 2 ½!!

Roy Hardy: I thought that was it right there! I thought Shark caught Flex by surprise and had the win!

Jesse Watson: Wow, that was a close one. Just half a second more and we would be looking at our first PWP Heavyweight Champion.

(Both men get to their feet and Flex is the first to strike, with a kick to the gut. Flex goes for a vertical suplex but Shark blocks it. Flex tries again but Shark, once more, blocks it. Shark lifts Flex up and then drops him down onto his stomach, across the top rope. Flex plants his feet onto the outside ring apron and as Shark comes at Flex, he grabs Shark by the head and jumps off the ring apron, driving Shark’s throat into the top rope.)

Roy Hardy: These guys are doing everything in their power just to hurt one another!

Jesse Watson: This has been such a back and forth match up, I can’t even make a guess as to who is gonna win this.

Roy Hardy: Your guess is as good as mine at this point.

(Flex climbs back up to the ring apron and then to the top rope. Shark turns around and as he does, he’s met with a missile dropkick from Flex. Flex goes for a pin …)

1...
2...
Kickout at 2 ½!!

Roy Hardy: You gotta wonder, how much Shark has left in the tank. He’s looking like he’s just about out of this thing.

Jesse Watson: Don’t ever count out Shark. You mention Shark running on empty, I don’t think Flex has a full tank of gas left either.

Roy Hardy: Not at all. These guys have been hitting each other with everything they can muster.

(Flex turns Shark over and then puts him in a camel clutch submission. Shark is in some serious pain and all he can do is either tap out of find a way to escape, as he’s in the center of the ring. Shark starts to fight to his hands and knees. He then slowly gets to his feet, with Flex hanging onto his back and Shark falls backwards, driving Flex into the mat and driving the wind out of him. Both men then lay on the mat, exhausted.)

Roy Hardy: What a contest! What a battle! Both men are down and this could be a huge turning point for whoever gets to their feet first!

Jesse Watson: This is why these two guys are two of my favorites! They always bring their A-Games.

(Both men fight to their feet at about the same time but Shark is the first to strike, with a hard chop to the chest. Shark hits him with a few more before grabbing him and sending him into the ropes. Shark goes for a back drop but Flex stops short. Flex gets him in a position for a power bomb but Shark blocks it and pushes Flex away. Flex comes right back but Shark catches him with a boot to the midsection and then plants him with a bridging northern lights suplex …)

1...
2...
3!! No! Just kicks out in time!!

Roy Hardy: I coulda sworn that was going to be the end! I didn’t think Flex was going to roll that shoulder up in time!

Jesse Watson: I’m sweating over here, this match has been so good! I’m on the edge of my seat!

(Shark is up to his feet first and he slumps against the ropes, catching his breath. This allows Flex to get to his feet as well. Flex charges at Shark, thinking he’s going to catch him not paying attention but Shark hits him with a back elbow in the mouth. Flex staggers backwards as Shark then climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle. As Flex Johnson turns around, Shark jumps off and hits Flex right in the mouth with a diving forearm smash.)

Jesse Watson: I think I saw tooth go flying 10 rows back!

Roy Hardy: Good grief, I wouldn’t doubt it. Shark hit Flex like a ton of bricks.

(Shark gets Flex up and gets him on his shoulders. Shark then starts spinning around, with Flex on his shoulders.)

Roy Hardy: Airplane spin! Shark taking it old school with that one!

Jesse Watson: I love it!

(Shark keeps it going for a few seconds before slowing down and then planting Flex into the mat with a death valley driver. Shark then goes to the corner and climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle again. He jumps off, going for a diving forearm to the throat but Flex rolls out of the way in time and Shark crashes into the mat. Once again, both men lay there, trying to catch their wind.)

Roy Hardy: I think Shark should have went for the pin after that death valley driver. Big mistake by Shark to go to the air again, something that’s not usually in his arsenal of weapons.

Jesse Watson: It’s like we alluded to earlier. These guys are going to do anything and everything to win. And that even means doing things they might not exactly be comfortable doing.

(Flex is first to get to his feet as Shark starts struggling to get to his. Flex lands a boot to the stomach and then shoots himself off the ropes. As he comes at Shark, Shark swings around behind Flex and grabs him and locks him into a sleeper hold.)

Roy Hardy: Shark has that sleeper hold locked in! Such a simple move but at this point in the game, it could be enough!

Jesse Watson: He doesn’t seem to have anywhere to go! I don’t think he has much choice but to tap!

(Flex keeps struggling and looks like he might fade soon but at the last second he gets his foot on the bottom rope and Shark is forced to break the hold.)

Roy Hardy: Wow, I didn’t think Flex was going to make it.

Jesse Watson: Just when you think he’s down and out, he comes right back.

(Shark breaks the submission and Flex falls to his hands and knees. Shark starts to get Flex to his feet but Flex grabs Shark’s head and hits him with a jawbreaker. Shark falls to his knees and Flex gets up, runs into the ropes and lands a devastating shinning wizard. Flex goes for the pin …)

1.…
2...
3!!? No!! Kickout at 2 ½!!!

Jesse Watson: What a shot by Flex!

(As Flex drags Shark to his feet, he takes Shark over to the corner and smashes his face into the turnbuckle. Flex then goes to the top rope but before he can do anything, Shark lands a punch to the ribs. Shark then climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle and hits Flex with a few, hard, right hand shots. Flex fights back, hitting some right hand shots of his own.)

Roy Hardy: Dangerous situation right here for both men …

Jesse Watson: I think this is going to determine the winner, right here. Whoever comes out on the better end of this, will take the match.

(Flex hits him with a head butt but Shark comes right back with a European uppercut. Shark hooks one of Flex Johnson’s arms and then goes to the top rope with him. Shark falls backwards and delivers a huge superplex to Flex Johnson, from the top rope.)

Jesse Watson: What a superplex! Shark’s got this, I know it!

Roy Hardy: He very well could have! If he can capitalize, that is! That took a lot out of him as well!

(Shark isn’t able to capitalize on the opportunity though, as he lays on the mat, completely exhausted. By the time he’s able to get to his feet, Flex Johnson makes it to his as well. Flex throws the first punch but it’s blocked by Shark, who comes back with a big right hand. Shark swings at him with a clothesline but Flex ducks under it. He spins Shark around, gives him a boot to the midsection and goes for a vertical suplex but Shark floats over his shoulder and lands behind Flex. Shark goes for a German suplex but Flex grabs onto the ropes, preventing it. Flex then delivers a hard elbow to the mouth of Shark, sending Shark stumbling backwards. Flex charges at Shark but Shark ducks under the arm of Flex. Shark then rolls him up with a school boy …)

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NO!!!! 2 ½!!!!!

Roy Hardy: What a series of events! Neither of these guys can get the advantage over the other!

Jesse Watson: My heart is racing a million miles an hour right now! I think I’m gonna have a heart attack!

Roy Hardy: Die on your own time, I don’t want to miss a second of this match!

(Flex is the first one to his feet after the pin and as Shark is trying to get to his, Flex charges and hit’s him hard with a running boot to the head. Flex Johnson goes for a pin ..)

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3!? No! 2 ½!!!

Jesse Watson: Flex Johnson kicked Shark in the head, hard enough to kick a 50 yard field goal! How’d he kick out!?

Roy Hardy: On instinct would be my guess. Both of these guys are running on fumes and adrenaline.

(Flex grabs one of Shark and locks him in a Koji Clutch and Shark starts screaming out in pain, reaching for the ropes. Shark looks like he’s about to tap out when at the last second, he’s able to reach just enough to grab the bottom rope and Flex is forced to let go.)

Roy Hardy: Flex Johnson has got to be wondering, what does he have to do to put Shark away.

Jesse Watson: I know that I’m wondering the same thing. By the same token, I’m sure Shark is wondering the same thing. He’s tried a couple times and haven’t been successful either.

(Flex gets Shark up to his feet and then shoots himself off into the ropes. As he comes off them, Shark catches him and plants him with a T-Bone suplex.)

Roy Hardy: Out of nowhere, Shark with that t-bone suplex!

Jesse Watson: Can Shark capitalize this time, though!

(Shark gets Flex back up and hits him with “Swagaholic.” Shark then hit’s the ropes and goes for a huge “Swag Out” but Flex, somehow, finds the presence of mind to avoid it. Flex spins Shark around, lifts him up on his shoulders for “Death By Brutality” but Shark slides out of it, landing on his feet. He shoves Flex off into the ropes and as Flex comes off of them, Shark connects with “Swag Out.” He collapses on Flex, pinning him…)

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3!!!!!

Randall Jobbs: Winner of this match via pinfall, at the 31:24 mark of the match, and the FIRST EVER PWP HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…. JAMES SHARK!!!

Roy Hardy: James Shark wins the match! Shark has won the title in one of the best matches I’ve ever seen in my entire life!

Jesse Watson: People may not like James Shark but after that performance, you have no choice but respect him!

Roy Hardy: I’ll be the first to admit that I am not a supporter of James Shark’s antics, but after tonight, there’s no doubt that he is one of the single best wrestlers in the industry.

Jesse Watson: And here’s the owner of PWP, Josh Duncan to present the title to Shark!

Roy Hardy: He sure is! Folks, we’re gonna let you bask in this historic moment. We’ll see you next month for PWP 6!

(Josh Duncan gets in the ring, with the PWP Heavyweight Championship. He claps his hands, applauding both men. As Shark is finally able to get to his feet, he hands James the title belt and then raises his arm. The fans, while they don’t like him, give him a standing ovation for his performance here tonight. Confetti begins to fall from the ceiling, as Shark celebrates with the title in hand. Flex Johnson is finally back up and Josh Duncan shakes his hand for a great match. Shark comes back over, stares down Flex, before slowly extending a hand. Flex is hesitant but the exchange a quick handshake and Flex nods at Shark. Josh Duncan raises both men’s arms, as the show goes off air.)