March 22nd 2008 Live from the University of Mississippi
Dark Matches:
The match-up between Dean Hobkirk and Malik Johnson was cancelled due to Malik
calling in sick and unable to participate.
Winner: No match
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With both competitors making nervous entrances as the arena filled, it was clear
that the fans were not pulling for either man, more waiting for the lights to
come on and the show to begin. The fans who were watching got a treat in the
opening stages as the martial artist, Hensley, was never able to establish
himself despite his aggressive striking due to the knowledge The Book Worm who
countered his strikes. Twice Hensley's aggressive striking put him in a position
to pummel the diminutive Canadian, but on both occasions Hensley's potentially
breakthrough strike was countered; first a Spinning Roundhouse into a Leg Lock,
secondly Palm Jabs into a Crossface. However on both occasions Hensley's bulk
meant he was able to make it to the ropes.
It was The Book Worm who managed the first cover of the match, catching a winded
Hensley with a suplex-a-thon, but despite the impressive throws Hensley kicked
out on two. This seemed to inspire & anger with the Hawaiian who countered with
a Jaw-Breaker as The Book Worm pulled him to his feet following a Neck Breaker,
Hensley laid several palm strikes into the gut of his foe.
Hensley followed that up with a Roundhouse Kick to the chin and a Thrust Kick to
the gut, a Russian Legsweep and Piledriver followed and that was enough to
secure victory for Hensley, who briefly celebrated before leaving the ring to
respectable applause.
The Book Worm was also appluaded as he left, clutching his neck.
Winner: Ian Hensley @ 7:54 via piledriver
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Both men came out to their usual entrances. The bell sounds and the two men lock
up, Adam quickly taking the advantage with a side headlock. Roberto shoves him
forward and trips Joseph down with a drop toe hold on the bounce back. He locks
in a side headlock, but Adam battles back up, locks him around the waist and
drops him back with a belly to back suplex. He goes for the quick
pin....1.....2....
No, Hernandez kicks out. Adam jerks him up by the head and applies the front
face lock. Roberto spins out of the face lock and sends him back with a side
russian leg sweep. Hernandez jerks Joseph up and promptly slams him back down
with a scoop powerslam. He goes for the lateral press.....1......2..... Adam
kicks out easily. Roberto picks him up and tosses him into the ropes. Jospeh
bounces back with a flying forearm smash. Hernandez falls into the ropes and
returns with a heavy right punch. Adam stumbles back and takes a swing. Roberto
ducks and sends him flying with a release German suplex. Joseph stumbles back up
and Hernandez tosses him over head once again, this time with a double underhook
release suplex. Roberto goes for a more aggressive pin, hooking the inside
leg....1.....2....
Adam manages to lift his shoulder off the canvas. Roberto questions the
referee's call before lifting Joseph up again. Hernandez lifts him up for a
simple vertical suplex and Joseph slips out the back. He hooks Roberto by the
arm and sends him over with a quick hip toss. Hernandez pops right back up and
is nailed with a drop kick sending him into the ropes. Adam lays in a few
punches before suplexing his opponent up onto the turnbuckle corner. Roberto
wants nothing of the sort and fires off a few shots causing Adam to fall down to
the ring level. Hernandez finds his balance on the top of the turnbuckle as
Joseph shakes out the cobwebs. Adam gets back up but gets a huge missile drop
kick. Hernandez covers....1.....2....
Joseph kicks out again. Roberto gets back up and begins to pull Adam up but is
rolled up into the inside cradle....1.....2..... No, Roberto manages to break
out of the pinning predicament. Joseph lifts him up and tosses him over with a
snap suplex. He follows up with a quick side walk slam and another
cover....1.....2..... Hernandez kicks out. Adam lifts him up and Roberto fires
off with a few elbow shots to the stomach. Hernandez bounces into the ropes and
goes for a clothesline but Adam ducks and hits a neckbreaker variation. Jospeh
picks him up once again and powerbombs Hernandez down, Adam leans over and goes
for the pin....1.....2.....
Roberto lifts his shoulder. Adam peels Hernandez off the canvas and lifts him up
for a suplex, but Roberto blocks. Adam tries again but he gets the same block.
He goes for the third time but is sent over with a bridging Northern Light
suplex....1.....2.... Joseph kicks out. The two get up and Hernandez cuts him
down with a neckbreaker. Roberto tosses him into the ropes and flapjacks Adam up
and drops him down with a 3/4th turn cutter. He goes for the pin....1.....2....
Joseph barely kicks out. Roberto gets up and signals that it's all over as Adam
stumbles up from his haze. Hernandez kicks him in the gut with a thrust kick and
nearly rips off his head with a stunner, hitting his finisher The Legend Maker.
Roberto goes for a relaxed lateral press....1.....2.....3!
Winner: Roberto Hernandez @ 15:34 via The Legend Maker
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March 22nd 2008 Live from the University of Mississippi
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“Adrien, how many times do I need to tell you that there is no
curse?”
[The face of Dean Hobkirk told the story as he paces in front of his tag team
partner, Adrien Cochrane, who is stretching.]
Adrien: Well, Dean, how else can you explain these past three years? The
last title I held was on this day in 2005. I’m telling you, Dean...there’s a
curse over me.
[Dean shakes his head.]
Dean: Whatever...so who do you think tried to kill you by sending that
bomb to your door?
Adrien: No clue.
[Adrien gets up from his stretching and looks at Dean.]
Adrien: I’m just hoping it has nothing to do with Leonardo.
[A sullen silence falls upon the duo after the Edward Vincent-Irene Leonardo’s
name. The silence is broken by Adrien’s cell phone playing “Fat Lip” by Sum 41.
Adrien quickly grabs his phone and answers it.]
Adrien: Hello?
Voice: Hello, Adrien.
[The voice was deep and loud.]
Adrien: Who is this?
Voice: You’ll see. But I just have one question...are you ready?
[Adrien signals for Dean look through the peephole through the door. He looks
over and sees a figure with a hooded jacket on. The hood covers the man’s face.
Adrien whispers to Dean.]
Adrien: Can you see who it is?
Dean: No. He has a hoody, and it’s covering his face.
[Adrien has a real worried look on his face.]
Adrien: Leonardo?
[The locker room door swings open and the figure comes in, Dean nearly leaps and
falls down, but Adrien recognizes the man immediately and laughs.]
Adrien: You have got to be kidding me...Houston Theriot!! Where the hell
have you been?!?!
[Houston walks into the room, uncovering his face. Dean gets back to his feet,
trying to pretend he didn’t jump.]
Houston: Man, it’s been too long! Hey, sorry if I scared you, eh, Deano.
[Dean turns red.]
Adrien: Dude, I thought you were dead or something!
[Houston smiles.]
Houston: Nah, I’ve been living on the down low.
Adrien: Well, let me catch you up on everything.]
[Houston takes a seat as Adrien and Dean tell Houston about what’s happened
since he left.]
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Ajax VS Toussaint Jordan
[Jordan and Ajax begin circling up looking for any weakness in their opponent.
They come together in the middle of the ring and lock up. Ajax uses his massive
size advantage to power Jordan over into the turnbuckle and whips him hard
across the ropes. Jordan hops onto the turnbuckle, hops over Ajax and looks to
bring him down with a Belly to Back Suplex but can’t seem to get the larger man
off the ground. Ajax turns around and Jordan bashes him with a forearm in the
side of the head, although he has to jump to hit it. Ajax stumbles to the side a
bit and Jordan sees this as a perfect time for an opening.]
Dr. John: Jordan just cant move the big man. He just can’t.
Duk: Ajax is a very large man, it’s no wonder.
[Jordan nails a dropkick to the stomach of Ajax sending the large man buckling
over to one knee. Jordan steps back and runs at Ajax steps onto his knee and is
able to greet his head with an Enzguri, that sends Ajax slumping back into the
turnbuckle.]
Duk: Talk about cutting the competion down to size Doc. He did it right
there.
Dr. John: Well times Enzguri took the big man right off his feet.
[Jordan goes to pick Ajax up to continue the offensive but Ajax pushes the
smaller man away. Ajax charges Jordan and drops him with a clothesline. Ajax
doesn’t stop however he picks Jordan up again, whips him into the ropes and
takes him down to the mat with a HUGE! Powerslam. Ajax covers.]
ONE…
TWO…
[Jordan was able to turn the shoulder underneath the massive frame of Ajax.
Jordan slides out of the ring to catch his breath as Ajax argues with the ref
that he had a three count.]
Duk: I don’t know how Jordan is lasting here.
Dr. John: Neither do I. That powerslam he just took was devastating. It
rocked the ring!
[Jordan slides back into the ring and the two men once again begin to circle up.
They tie up in the center of the ring and Jordan is able to slip through Ajax’s
legs. When he is behind the bigger man Jordan drops a dropkick right into the
back of the knee again sending the big man down to the mat on one knee. Jordan
then bounces off the ropes, jump over the big man and use his momentum to bring
Ajax over with a Snapmare.]
Dr. John: Did you just see that!! Snapmare on Ajax. Jordan showing no
surrender here.
Duk: That was an insane move Doc.
[Ajax however isn’t that winded as the move would have you believe. He is up to
his feet shaking his head trying to knock the cobwebs lose as Jordan takes a
large breath wondering what he has to do to win this match. Ajax comes on the
offensive as he hits a massive right hand on Jordan, another massive right hand
on Jordan and backs him up into the ropes. Ajax whips him across and scoops
Jordan and plants him with a Scoop Slam that shakes the ring. Jordan is down as
Ajax covers.]
ONE…
TWO…
THR…
[Jordan again is able to turn the shoulder at the last second and the match
continues on. Jordan is pulled to his feet by Ajax who pushes him playfully.
Jordan pulls Ajax in and tried for a suplex but again can’t move the big man.
Jordan steps away and rakes Ajax’s eyes and then lands a picture perfect
Springboard Dropkick to his chest knocking the big man down to the mat.]
Duk: TIMMMMMBER!
[Jordan picks up Ajax and whips him hard into the turnbuckle, putting everything
he had behind the throw. Jordan charges Ajax and hits him with a shoulder block
pushing the big man into the turnbuckle a little harder. Jordan picks up a hand
and starts delivering barehanded slaps across the chest of Ajax. The crowd
WHOOOOs along with him. Ajax however then turns the tide. He throws Jordan into
the corner and begins hitting him with left and right combinations. Jordan can
do little more then cover up and hope the ref intervenes, which he does.]
Dr. John: I don’t even know how this match is still going on. Ajax looks
winded, Jordan has been implanted into the ring.
Duk: I know Doc. I don’t know how much more they can take.
[Ajax again goes on the offensive. A clothesline takes Jordan down to the mat
but Jordan pops right back up. Jordan ducks underneath another clothesline
attempt and goes for a dropkick. It connects with Ajax but just pushes him back
into the ropes. Ajax bounces off the ropes and takes Jordan down with yet
ANOTHER clothesline. Jordan looks in bad shape. Ajax motions to the crowd that
it is time to finish this.]
Duk: This isn’t good.
Dr. John: I’m seeing the Ajax Bomb.
[Ajax picks up Jordan and knees him “lightly” in the stomach bending him over.
He puts his head between his legs and picks him up for the Sit Down Powerbomb.
Jordan is flailing around trying to get out of the hold and is finally able to
land a punch to Ajax’s face that allows him to squirm out.]
Duk: He got out of it. Jordan got out of it.
[Jordan hits a quick Jawbreaker and then somehow is able to suplex the big man
to the mat. Jordan then begins a climb of the turnbuckle.]
Duk: High rent district!
Dr. John: This could be bad.
[Jordan drops off but Ajax rolls away instinctively. Jordan lands on his feet as
Ajax charges. Jordan ducks under a clothesline jumps into the air and connects
with a Superkick. Ajax falls to the mat. Jordan quickly covers.]
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
Robertson: Here is your winner, TOUSSAINT JORDAAAAAANNNNN!!!
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[The arena quieted for a moment... until the curtain parted. Sans music, out
from the back stepped the Russian Superman. Sergeiev Bogorovich. AWA Heavyweight
Champion. Warlord. Undefeated in singles competitions in over a year, and
renowned for his high kick.]
[Flanked by Kengoro Sugamoto, Nicky Corozzo, Splenda and some new kid. A Native
American, by the look of him, wearing long spandex pants with fringe dangling
off the waistband, wearing a leather vest. He had feathers in his hair, as well
as beads. The audience had no idea who he was...]
Dr. John: I believe that's a brand-new hire for the AWA in the back, by
the name of Jonah Proudfeather.
Duk: You know everything, don't you?
Dr. John: I know his title history. He wrestled in Arizona.
Duk: Oh my god.
[Serbo climbed into the ring, not dressed as usual. He wasn't in his ring
clothes, for a change... He was wearing a pair of black slacks... Expensive
ones, at that. A black jacket, and a white buttonup shirt. He looked good... Not
all business, from the neck down. His face was as blank as ever, though.]
[He did have the AWA Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist, though.]
Duk: Well. Welcome, champ.
Dr. John: I wonder why he's out here... Serbo did ask for some time to
speak, but gave no indication of why.
[The Faces of Death climbed into the ring, and Serbo took up a mike from
ringside. Climbing onto one of the turnbuckles, Serbo turned, facing the rest of
the Faces of Death. Standing on the second rope, Serbo sat gingerly. Eyes roved
the audience before he looked downwards.]
Serbo: My quest...
Is over.
[Serbo lowered the mike for a moment.]
Dr. John: His quest?
Duk: What, did he get the Master Sword?
[Serbo looked back up.]
Serbo: I have done it. I have won the AWA Heavyweight Championship.
[A hand moved to his waist, pushing his jacket open, exposing that golden
faceplate.]
Serbo: I have beaten everyone on the roster whom matters. As much as The
Dark Angel bleats, he is not the champion.
[Pause.]
Serbo: I am. And now... My quest here is over. My attempt to become the
top fighter in the south has been successful. None have been able to stand
against me.
[Serbo rose, eyes scanning over the crowd.]
Serbo: But I am not simply going to let go of this belt and leave. This
belt is not important to me, as a championship. Gold means nothing, and it is
time that all of you realize this fact.
[Finger pointed out to the crowd.]
Serbo: What you all must understand, is that the CHAMPIONSHIP is
important. The title itself. The belt is a faceplate, a symbol. The champion,
the best person on the roster...
[A gentle slap to the faceplate.]
Serbo: Is the man who carries this symbol.
[Pause]
Serbo: So. My drive to destroy everyone in the AWA has abated. Now, I
will face, and beat anyone whom wishes to get a shot at this title, and continue
to show that I am the best in the South. My next goal... Is to beat the WWA
Champion.
[The crowd lit up. Lots of people were liking Serbo, and against Blasier? Bring
that title belt home, boy! Show the world that the Michigan-born wrestler isn't
the best, the guy who chose to come to the Dirty South is!]
Serbo: But I cannot do that alone. David Paige taught me something before
he hurt himself. In the world of wrestling, there are bad guys, and there are
good guys. There are those who do terrible things in the name of self gain, and
there are those who do terrible things in the name of fighting, in the name of
honor and justice and many other words that mean nothing. I do what I do... I do
terrible things in the name of the sport of fighting.
[Pause.]
Serbo: But Blasier is an evil man, who does terrible things because it
gives him an advantage. He kills people because it makes his black soul have
wings, and that extra bit of energy needed to fight... And beat his opponents.
Serbo: I hate all of you.
[BOOOOOOOOO! The fans immediately started to boo and jeer Serbo, some even
throwing a bit of trash toward the ring.]
Serbo: And I know you hate me.
Serbo: But I represent something. Something that many of you also
represent.
[Serbo tapped his chest with his index finger, eyes narrowing.]
Serbo: I am a freak. I do not feel emotions well, I do not care for
people, and I do not love. And many of you are freaks as well.
[His finger pointed out into the audience, questing, slowly scanning over the
assembled people.]
Serbo: How many of you have moved into a new neighborhood, and were
shunned, because you weren't from around here?
Serbo: How many of you are shunned at your job, because you're new or
you're black or you're gay or you're not the same kind of person as every other
drone and zombie at your workplace?
Serbo: How many of you dressed in black and hated your parents, peers and
teachers in high school, and never grew out of that, but feel your difference is
who you are?
Serbo: How many of you feel incontrovertibly different, unable to define
why, but feel like you do not fit in with your friends or loved ones or peers or
all those who you envy and wish day after day you could be like?
[Serbo lowered the mike for a moment, letting his words sink in. The audience
didn't really know what to make of this... They didn't know how to react to
Serbo.]
Serbo: Think about that, and tell me. Does a vindictive, vile man who
will do anything for an advantage represent your interests best? Or does a man
who does not care about making people happy, or making people sad, but only
cares about glorying in the light of the essence of the battle?
Serbo: Do you want to see Ryan Blasier as World Champion any longer?!
[Serbo let the mike lower, as the fans chorused, almost as one.]
HELL NO!
Serbo: Or do you want me to go to Summer Games, and destroy Blasier, show
him for the evil little mutant that he is on the inside, tear his blackened,
charred heart out, hold it overhead, and let you all see just what beats in the
heart of a scum like Blasier?!
[The fans weren't really sure. There were a decent number of people, kids and
women, who booed him with all the effort their lungs could muster. But... There
were a lot of people who were cheering. A lot of the audience began to chant!
"SER-BO! SER-BO!" The boos were definitely noticable, but were they in the
minority? Undoubtedly.]
[Serbo dropped off the ring ropes, landing before the Faces of Death.]
Serbo: I will need all of your help to do this. To defeat Blasier's
friends, his allies, and all those he would bring to bear on me. Kengoro, Nicky,
Splenda and Jonah. Are you with me?
[The assembled stable nodded, Splenda slapping his chest, then Serbo's, shouting
something about "I'M WITH YOU BWOY!" Jonah nodded enthusiastically.]
Serbo: I don't ask for your love.
[Serbo turned back to the audience.]
Serbo: I don't ask for your admiration or your hero worship or your money
or your cheers. All that I ask, is that when it comes down to Serbo versus
Blasier over the World Heavyweight Championship...
[Serbo held up a hand, finger pointing skyward.]
Serbo: ...You support Serbo.
[The microphone hit the ground with a thud and a burst of static. Serbo turned
wordlessly, and climbed from the ring, the rest of the Eff Oh Dee following him.
They supported their leader unquestionably... But... Would the fans? Would the
announcers? Would the world?]
[Serbo... walked backstage.]
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Dark Angek defeats Adrien Cochrane via disqualification when the trio of Param
Vars, Tim Bonds, and the leader "Handsome" Jimmy Danger attacked Dark Angel.
Full match to be added later.
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[Catalyst is the Number One Contender. Serbo is the Champion, Zortalk is the
afterthought at this point.]
[Catalyst walks with a bounce to his step. He is a man on a mission. Dressed in
a simple warm up outfit of sweat pants and an AWA t-shirt he turns the corner
and spots his mission in the flesh…Serbo, the Warlord. He wears the AWA
Championship around his waist.]
[Catalyst approaches slowly and taps the Champ on the shoulder. The champ turns
around and the two lock eyes.]
[The AWA Champion, the Russian Superman, the Man That You Fear crossed his arms
over his chest, watching Catalyst with that same unreadable expression that
Sergeiev always wore. CHOOSE DEATH emblazoned across his chest, ankles taped up,
those black-and-gold trunks on his hips.]
[Silent, Serbo watched Catalyst's face, as if allowing Catalyst the first word.]
Catalyst: I get it. You are the Warlord. You outlasted everyone else at
Crown of War. I also get that you’re the AWA Champion, the best in all the South
but that last part will be changing soon enough. When we fight each other
Superman I’m going to be the one to walk out with the title.
[Serbo waited for Catalyst to finish fully, hands going to Serbo's hips. Elbows
bent, Serbo watched Catalyst's face calmly, eyes locked on Catalyst's.]
Serbo: You have spirit. That is good. Go out there and prove your desire
to beat me.
[Finger pointed out the door, out to the ring beyond...]
Serbo: Beat Zortalk. Prove that you want to be champion more than I do.
Defeat Zortalk soundly, and bring your hunger to the forefront.
[Catalyst smirked some, as he tilted his head, watching Serbo.]
Catalyst: My hunger shouldn’t be a question. If that’s what you what
consider it signed, sealed and delivered. I’m yours baby, rather you’re mine.
[Serbo nodded, and a big hand came up. Gloves weren't donned yet, so bare flesh,
palm open, was held before Catalyst.]
Serbo: Then it is decided. I will gladly face you, and we will see who is
truly the best fighter in all of the South.
[Catalyst nods his head in agreement and begins to walk away from the Russian
Superman. As he walks he mutters something under his breath.]
Catalyst: I’ve always hated the South.
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Zortalk VS Catalyst
Timothy Robertson: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the
number one contender spot to the Heavyweight Title. Coming out first from
Houston Texas, weighing in at 225 lbs....ZOOORRTALLLLKK!!!
["Tired" by LCD Soundsystem begins to playacross the arena. Zortalk comes out
and makes his way down the aisle and climbs into the ring.]
Timothy Robertson: And his opponent, from Reno Nevada, weighing in at 235
lbs......CATAAAAAALLLLYYYYSSSTT!
[“Honest Mistake” by the Bravery begins to play and Catalyst walks out and walks
down the aisle and slides into the ring.]
[Ding, Ding]
Duk: These two circling, each man wants to win this match. Zortalk wants
his second shot at the title and Catalyst wants the title shot he earned from
the Battle Royal.
Dr. John: They lock up...fighting for the advantage, Catalyst sends
Zortalk into the ropes...Zortalk ducks the clothesline attempt by Catalyst.
Duk: Charges across the ring and bounces off the ropes....comes off and
delivers a dropkick to the face of Catalyst that drops him.
Dr. John: Zortalk to his feet and is on top of Catalyst right away with some
quick stomps to the chest before dragging Catalyst up to his feet, trying for a
snap suplex but Catalyst blocks it.
Duk: CATALYST REVERSES IT WITH A SNAP SUPLEX OF HIS OWN!
Dr. John: Great wrestling by Catalyst there. Gets to his feet now and
drives a kick into the ribs of Zortalk. Got some good impact on that.
Duk: Catalyst drags Zortalk to his feet, lifts him up in the
air....DRIVES HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!
Dr. John: Catalyst with the cover...
[1...]
[2...]
Duk: Zortalk gets a shoulder up way before the three count. Catalyst now
locks on a rear chinlock looking to wear down his opponent.
Dr. John: Catalyst releases the hold now and drags Zortalk up to his
feet....setting up for a German Suplex...ZORTALK FIRES OFF WITH SOME ELBOW SHOTS
TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!
Duk: Those shots made Catalyst release him, Zortalk spins around and
takes Catalyst down with a DDT!
Dr. John: Wow that was an amazing reversal!
Duk: Zortalk showing that unorthodox wrestling style of his. Zortalk
measures up and drops an legdrop onto Catalyst.
Dr. John: Zortalk now slapping on a good old fashion Camel Clutch.
Duk: Catalyst is in a bad way now, trying to push himself towards the
ropes.
Dr. John: Zortalk trying his very best to stop his progress but he's
having minimal success.
Duk: Catalyst within inches of the bottom rope, he's reaching for
it...and he's got it. Zortalk releases the hold and delivers some stiff kicks to
the back of the head before lifting Catalyst up to his feet.
Dr. John: Catalyst comes back to life with some quick punches to the
face...kick to the gut stuns Zortalk...Catalyst grabs his head and tosses him
over the top rope, Zortalk landing hard on the outside.
Duk: Zortalk ain't gonna have much time to rest though as Catalyst climbs
to the outside after him, comes up behind him as Zortalk was getting up and
drive him to the ground with a running bulldog.
Dr. John: Catalyst lifts him to his feet and rolls him into the ring,
climbing in after him. Zortalk struggling to get to his feet.
Duk: Catalyst charges in but Zortalk stops him cold with a stiff kick,
grabs him and takes him over with a snap suplex. Zortalk now hammering in with
some mounted punches.
Dr. John: He lifts him up to his feet, moves around behind him and drops
him to the canvas with a German Suplex, bridging back for the pin.
[1...]
Dr. John: IT'S SERBO!!!
Duk: What?
[Serbo comes out from the back and slowly makes his way down the aisle.]
[2...]
Duk: Catalyst kicks out before the three count. Zortalk looking a little
desperate right now as he drags Catalyst to his feet, looks like he's setting up
for the Zorror!
Dr. John: Sergeiev slides into the ring and hammers some shots to the
back of Zortalk's head before dropping him with an inverted DDT.
Duk: The referee is calling it! He's yelling for the bell...looks like a
DQ as Serbo lays the boots to Catalyst.
[Ding, Ding]
Dr. John: Zortalk getting to his feet but Serbo stops him with a knee to
the gut.....SETS HIM UP THE NIGHT TERROR!!!
Duk: Serbo ain't done yet! He lifts Catalyst to his feet.....ANOTHER
NIGHT TERROR!!!
[Serbo slides out of the ring and leaves.]
Dr. John: Sergeiev is leaving these two men laid out.
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[After the commercial break, newly appointed AWA General Manager Edward Nair is
relaxing in his office, smoking on a cigar as he watches the first show put on
by him. His door swings open.]
Nair: Zortalk? Hey, you don’t look too happy...
[William doesn't bother to reply to the obvious. He looks around Ed's office
with a cold pack on the side of his head. Zortalk is bright red in the face and
it shows in his voice that he's pretty pissed.]
Zortalk: This has got to fucking stop Nair. Last week, I went through
hell thanks to Serbo, I was tossed through a couple burning tables, dropped on
my head too many times to count and robs me of the Arena Championship. I'm fine
with that, let Dark Angel have it, he can bash Chris Kaladaro's face in. But
now, he comes in to my match and ruins my hat trick?! What the hell man?
[Ed Nair puts down the cigar and looks at his guest.]
Nair: Well, I was trying to give you a chance at the Heavyweight with
this match against Catalyst...
Zortalk: Well try in one hand and put Serbo in the other, see which one
drives you into the mat with a double underhook piledriver!
[William swallows hard trying to contain his rage.]
Zortalk: What are you going to do about this latest travesty?
Nair: I’m going to do what I believe is the fair thing to do. You were
trying to find your way into the Heavyweight match for next Slam. I can
understand why you are mad. After taking a peek through your point of view, as
well as Serbo’s and Catalyst’s, I’m going to make the scheduled title match a
triple threat match. We will have Sergeiev Bogorovich defend his title against
BOTH Zortalk AND Catalyst!
[Zortalk first is pleased just by hearing his name and the chance for revenge,
but then he stops and eyes Nair. He begins to speak a little more calm]
Zortalk: And Catalyst? Come on Eddy, I'm pretty sure you don't want to do
that. I mean, he's got some personal problems that he really needs to take of
before he can even be considered in that kind of match.
[Ed Nair smiles.]
Nair: Well, he did win that battle royal. He didn’t technically lose to
you...I’m sorry. Catalyst will be in it too.
Zortalk: Fine, I mean, it won't hurt my feelings when he spirals into a
world of poverty and bankruptcy when he realizes he can't support his friend's
habits all because he can't hang with the future heavyweight champion of THE
All-Star Wrestling Association.
[Zortalk grins.]
Zortalk: Just one more thing, Ed.
Nair: Yeah?
Zortalk- When Serbo comes in and spouts off about how he can destroy both
Catalyst and I, just tell him that The Missionary Man sucked.
[William leaves, with a half satisfied look on his face, the other side being
blocked by the ice pack. Edward Nair looks out towards his doorway, shrugs, and
continues his relaxing and cigar smoking.]
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Sergeiev Bogorovich(C) VS Calib Wallace
Non-Title Match
Timothy Robertson: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is a
non-title match, coming out first from Maplewood, Minnesota, weighing in at 230
lbs.....CALIB...WAAAAALLLLLAAACCCEEE!!
[“We Taking Over” by D.J. Khaled begins to play across the arena as Calib
Wallace makes his way out. He walks down the aisle and climbs into the ring.
Timothy Robertson: And the opponent, the current AWA Heavyweight
Champion, from Saint Petersburg, Russia...SERGEIEV BOOOOGOROVIIIIICCCHH!!
["You Know You're Right" by Nirvana starts up, after a couple of seconds Serbo
steps out from the back with the AWA Heavyweight title belt around his waist and
accompanied by Splenda. They make their way down to the ring and climb in. Serbo
unhooks the belt and hands it to Splenda with him never letting his gaze fall
from Calib Wallace.]
[Ding, Ding]
Duk: Look at the eyes of Serbo! He's staring down Wallace, trying to
intimidate him...maybe get into his head a little.
Dr. John: Well there is no doubt Sergeiev Bogorovich is one scary guy. No
doubt about that at all!
Duk: Serbo holding up a hand looking for a test of strength. Calib seems
unsure whether to go for it...he gingerly steps forward raises a hand towards
Serbo's.
Dr. John: Wallace backs out at the last second, Bogorovich still has his
hand up and he's screaming at Calib to trust him and I think he's calling
Wallace's manhood in question.
Duk: Serbo really wants this test of strength, he wants to prove to Calib
that he is stronger. He wants to put that thought into Calib Wallace's head as
some kind of mind game. Wallace getting some courage now as he reaches up for
the hand...
[As Calib Wallace reaches up to meet Serbo's hand, Serbo with blazing speed
delivers a vicious kick to the ribs that sends Wallace to his knees.]
Dr. John: OH MAN KICK TO THE RIBS!
Duk: That's why you should never trust a Russian. Serbo goes on the
offensive hammering in a couple blows to the head before driving a knee into the
face of Wallace who falls to the canvas.
Dr. John: Sergeiev Bogorovich now going to work with a quick series of
stomps to the chest of Calib Wallace. Absolutely vicious!
Duk: That's why he's the champ John. He's a wrestling machine and if you
don't get the early advantage against him, you're done. Serbo dragging Wallace
to his feet now, Irish Whi...
Dr. John: Reversed by Wallace sending Sergeiev into the ropes, Calib
Wallace gets a running start and takes Serbo down with a perfectly executed
spinning heel kick.
Duk: The former Heavyweight champ regaining the momentum in this matchup
getting to his feet after the spinning heel kick but Serbo is up too! What an
incredible specimen...he gets knocked down and he's right back up!
Dr. John: Sergeiev Bogorovich charges but Calib evades him driving him
face first into the canvas with a drop toe hold.
Duk: Wallace locking on an ankle lock! Quick thinking on his part there,
he was faced by a charging angry Russian and he came out on top with some great
technical skill.
Dr. John: Unfortunately for him it was just too close to the ropes and
Serbo easily pulls himself in range and grasps the bottom rope. The referee now
telling Calib Wallace to release the hold but he doesn't want to.
Duk: If I was holding Serbo by the ankle, I wouldn't want to let him go
either.
Dr. John: Calib Wallace finally releases the hold put he's on the
Champion right away with some kicks to the small of the back.
Duk: He grabs a hold of Serbo's leg and pulls him towards the center of
the ring, looks like he's going to go for the ankle lock again put Serbo
surprises him by twisting over and delivering a stiff kick to Calib's face.
Dr. John: Wallace staggered slightly by the force of that kick, Sergeiev
jumps to his feet and charges taking down Calib Wallace with a high impact
spear!!
Duk: Serbo dragging Wallace up to his feet, hooks the leg and takes him
over with a Fisherman's Suplex. Serbo now switching it up as he locks on an
armbar.
Dr. John: Really working that arm, the referee asking Calib if he's had
enough.
Duk: What a dumb referee, nobody taps out to an armbar.
Dr. John: Well you never know, that armbar is being applied by the
Heavyweight Champion Sergeiev Bogorovich!
Duk: Yeah maybe you're right.
Dr. John: Sergeiev releases the hold now as he drags Calib to his fe....
Duk: JAWBREAKER!!!
Dr. John: Out of nowhere Calib Wallace stuns the Russian with a
Jawbreaker, grabs a hold....GERMAN SUPLEX AND HE BRIDGES BACK FOR THE PIN!!!
[1...]
[2...]
Duk: Serbo kicks out! Calib Wallace was hoping to get the surprise upset
win here but it didn't happen.
Dr. John: Calib climbs to his feet and drags Sergeiev to his feet,
delivers a couple forearm smashes to the side of the head before sending the
Champion back first into the turnbuckle across the ring with an Irish Whip.
Duk: Wallace gets a running start and delivers a vicious Running Knee
Strike. The former two-time Heavyweight Champion getting and keeping the
momentum here right now.
Dr. John: Calib pulls him out of the corner and drops him with a Russian
Legsweep. The back of Sergeiev's head bouncing off the canvas.
Duk: Wallace now dragging Serbo back towards the center of the ring by a
leg but Serbo kicks him off and attempts to get to his feet but Calib Wallace
will have none of it and charges forward taking the Russian down with a swinging
neck breaker!
Dr. John: Calib Wallace knows he has to keep on the Champion, he can't
let up one bit.
Duk: He now grabs a hold of one of Serbo's legs, he lifts it up and
delivers a hard front kick right into the back of the knee before twisting it
over and locking Serbo into a one-legged crab submission hold!
Dr. John: They're somewhat in the middle of the ring, the ropes are a
long way away. We might have us an upset victory right here if Calib can get
Serbo to tap out. The question is, will Serbo tap out? I don't recall seeing him
ever do so in the past.
Duk: Well John, Serbo is one tough son of a bitch and I think he'd let
his whole leg get ripped off and never tap. Look at him, most men would be
screaming in pain right now! But not him, he's calm and relaxed as he struggles
to power out of the hold.
Dr. John: That does appear to be his strategy, he's trying to twist out
of it and get out of the hold with sheer power. You can tell he's doing a good
job by the way Calib Wallace is struggling to contain the angry Russian.
Duk: I don't know if Wallace has ever done any bullriding because he
might as well be sitting on top a bull right now...the biggest meanest Russian
bull there is. Are there bulls in Russian John?
Dr. John: Couldn't tell you Duk, I've never been to Russia.
Duk: Yeah me neither, Splenda is on the apron and is climbing into the
ring. Calib sees him and releases the hold and comes after him!
[Splenda sees Calib Wallace coming and quickly slides back out of the ring and
is exchanging words with Wallace.]
Dr. John: Calib better keep his eyes on Sergeiev! He rolls away and is
now using the ropes to get to his feet while clutching his back. I think he's
hurt!
Duk: Wallace sees him and charges in...SERBO PLAYING POSSUM!! HE DUCKS
DOWN AND LIFS WALLACE UP AND OVER DUMPING HIM TO THE OUTSIDE!!
Dr. John: Look at that, he was just pretending...I don't think Sergeiev
feels pain.
Duk: At least not like normal people do. He slides out of the ring now,
this is dangerous territory for Wallace to be in right now.
Dr. John: Sergeiev drags Wallace to his feet...Irish Whip sends him
crashing back first into those unforgiving steel steps!
Duk: Serbo grabs a hold of Calib's head....EYE GOUGE!! Wallace fires back
with an eye gouge...now he's unloading a salvo of punches to the face of the
Russian machine.
Dr. John: Kick to the gut and drives his head into the ground with a DDT!
Duk: Wallace is taking back the initiative...what's he doing?!
[Calib Wallace starts to remove the protective padding on the arena floor
exposing a large section of the concrete floor beneath.]
Dr. John: He's not gonna do what I think he's gonna do!
Duk: Oh I think he is. Lifts Serbo up and sets him up in a piledriver
position...SPLENDA FROM BEHIND BLASTS CALIB IN THE BACK WITH THAT METAL CANE!
[Calib Wallace winces from the strike of the can and releases Serbo as he slowly
turns towards Splenda who is slowly backing away the cane held defensively in
front of him.]
Dr. John: Splenda is going to pay for that shot he took, it wasn't hard
enough to knock Wallace down.
Duk: He missed the head, he should have knocked him in the head not back.
Wallace snatches the cane out of Splenda's hand....oh no...
[Calib Wallace is about to take a swing at Splenda when Serbo who has gotten to
his feet spins him around and kicks him to the gut while snatching the cane out
of Wallace's hand and cracks him over the head with it with a sickening impact.
Calib Wallace crumples to the ground.]
Dr. John: Wallace's head has been caved in by that metal cane! Serbo
drags Calib to his feet and rolls him into the ring and climbs in just as the
referee is up to the ten count.
Duk: CHECK IT OUT! Wallace has been busted open!
[Blood is beginning to flow out of a gash on Wallace's forehead.]
Dr. John: Sergeiev Bogorovich measures up and delivers a vicious stomp to
Wallace's wound, attempting to open it up more.
Duk: Calib Wallace covering up, but Serbo leans down and pushes his hands
away before dropping a forearm onto Calib's forehead.
Dr. John: Sergeiev is enjoying himself in this match now...just torturing
Wallace.
Duk: Of course he's happy, there's blood now and we all know how much
Russians like blood. Serbo lifting Wallace to his feet now, DRIVES HIM TO THE
CANVAS WITH A GUTWRENCH SUPLEX!
Dr. John: The Champion with a cover...
[1...]
[2...]
[NO!]
Duk: Somehow Calib Wallace kicked out! He tapped whatever energy reserves
he had and he espaced the pin attempt. But if you ask me, he's only delaying the
inevitable.
Dr. John: Sergeiev Bogorovich now dragging him up to his feet, an Irish
Whip sends Wallace crashing into the turnbuckle back first. Serbo charges and
delivers a big splash in the corner!
Duk: Calib Wallace being lifted and sat on top of the turnbuckle...Serbo
steps back from the corner...what is he doing?
Dr. John: I don't know Duk....running start....JUMPING ROUNDHOUSE KICK
CONNECTS!!
[Serbo gets a running start and delivers a jumping roundhouse kick to the chest
of Calib sending him crashing down to the outside with him landing hard on the
exposed concrete.]
Duk: OH CRAP! CALIB LANDED RIGHT ON THE EXPOSED CONCRETE!
Dr. John: You reap what you sow and Calib Wallace just found that out the
hard way. He was the one who pulled away that protective padding. He hit that
exposed patch like a sack a bricks!
Duk: Serbo climbs out of the ring and lifts a semi-conscious Wallace to
his feet, DRIVES HIS HEAD RIGHT INTO THE RING POST!
Dr. John: Sergeiev still having fun with that gash on Calib's forehead
before rolling him back into the ring.
Duk: Calib trying to get back in this match, pulling himself to his feet
with the aid of the ropes as Serbo calmly climbs into the ring.
Dr. John: Sergeiev coming up behind him....spins him around and grabs
him...OVERHEAD RELEASE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!
Duk: Serbo with the cover.
[1...]
[2...]
[NO!]
Dr. John: Calib gets a shoulder up!
Duk: IS HE CRAZY! THIS MATCH IS OVER! Let it go and he might escape this
match with only minor injuries!
Dr. John: Calib Wallace has never been one to give up a fight and he's
not about to start now. Sergeiev Bogorovich still as calm as can be dragging
Wallace to his feet, I think we may be seeing one of the Champions finishers
here in a moment.
Duk: LOW BLOW!!!
Dr. John: Wallace surprises the Russian with a low blow out of nowhere!
Calib in a desperate way here as Sergeiev stumbles back clutching his groin.
Duk: Wallace charges forward with a clothesline but Serbo deftly evades
it and catches Wallace with a superkick as he spins around!
Dr. John: Calib's return in this match cut short! Sergeiev Bogorovich now
lifting him up....setting him up...
[Serbo executes a delayed double underhook suplex into double underhook kneeling
piledriver.]
Duk: NIGHT TERROR!!! COVER..
[1...]
[2...]
[3...]
[Ding, Ding]
Timothy Robertson: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner.... SERGEIEV
BOOOOGOROVIIIIICCCHH!!
[Serbo is handed his AWA Heavyweight title.]
Dr. John: I’m not sure if there is a man on this planet that can stop
Serbo.