Re: Paul Heyman's World Alliance of Professional Wrestling!
World Alliance Professional Wrestling presents – HAZARD!
Wednesday 11th March 2009
McKenzie Arena, Tennessee
Last week: Aries, Strong & MVP vs. Team 3D & Christian Cage
The back and forth main-event culminates in it all spilling out of proportion; Cage and MVP fighting on the outside rabidly, whilst Elijah Burke, Aries & Strong beat-down Team 3D inside of the ring! The referee has no choice but to put a stop to the main-event when GOLDBERG heads the ring in search of Elijah Burke! Sending a message to Burke, he enters the ring and immediately spears Austin Aries to the mat, before sending Roderick Strong out of the ring with a big boot to the chest. With Goldberg leering at Elijah Burke who had hopped the barricade to get a safe distance from him, he surprises many by spearing Brother Ray to the mat! The penultimate clip is of Goldy' hoisting up Brother Devon for a Jackhammer - the show then ending with Goldberg yelling into a microphone whilst leaning over the ropes "BURKE, AT FULL THROTTLE...YOU'RE NEXT!” The final sentiments from the man standing tall in the ring echo as we fade into the usual intro.
*OPENING VIDEO - 'HELL YEAH'*
|Live Arena| After panning the crowd as usual we transition straight to the broadcast booth.
Joey Styles - Hello everybody and welcome to Wednesday night Hazard! I'm your host Joey Styles alongside my partner and your teacher, Matt Striker!
Matt Striker –Glad to be here in Tennessee, we’re at the McKenzie Arena and I cannot wait to call tonight's action because we're less than two weeks away from Full Throttle and you can bet your bottom dollar that many thing's will be going down here tonight, as always, on Hazard.
Joey Styles - Of course matches will be made, feuds will be reaching boiling point - I cannot wait! Last week we witnessed Goldberg's rampant pursuit of the man who brutally attacked him, Elijah Burke and boy did he ever make an impact - hitting the ring in our main-event and taking out both Gen Ex and Team 3D!
Matt Striker -Well how could we forget!? The man is on a mission and that is to get his hands on Elijah Burke, and we're hearing rumors that he may just get his chance at Full Throttle.
Joey Styles - I cannot wait for that one if that is indeed the case, but we're going to kick thing's off by rolling a video package. Now folks what you are about to see was shot earlier this evening before the live broadcast, MVP the WAPW champion and the boss Paul Heyman having a little discussion regarding the WAPW title scene. We’ve not seen this in its entirety so let's waste no time, guys in the truck - roll it!
|Backstage| After a brief pause due to the show being live we finally cut backstage to witness MVP making a brief walk through the corridor. He is wearing a typical white suit and has his title slung over his shoulder. His expression outside (and in) the office is that of distain. Knock at the door. Instead of waiting for Paul Heyman to tell him to enter he pushes down on the door handle and enters the room, slamming its wooden frame before taking a seat, all the while Heyman looks on in disbelief.
MVP -(He tries to spit out what he is attempting to say, but can't, instead unable to muster the control to speak). H-h-hoow. W-w-whyy?!
Paul Heyman looks rightfully puzzled.
Paul Heyman - (attempts to speak but is cut of by MVP, who motions with his hands for Heyman to stop). Well I do'...
After pondering on what to say, rubbing his chin and looking to the heavens for answers, he finally speaks.
MVP -What, inside the screwed up head of yours, made you put me in a match with Christian Cage at Full Throttle? A title match?!
The crowd pop for the mention of Christian and their match.
MVP -Why, why did you book me against him - again - after pinning him twice already? What? Third time lucky or something?! What?
Paul Heyman - Listen here, champ, as the boss around here I get to make all kinds of decisions with my 'screwed up' head. There's going to be some massive changes in WAPW soon, but seeing as I'm the boss - I get to book whoever I want, whenever I want. Heck, Montel ... champ ... I could put you in a title match tonight if I really wanted to.
MVP shakes his head in annoyance.
Paul Heyman - So the next time you barge into MY office, one of two thing's will happen: you're either going to find yourself in a title match - or your ass will be unemployed and on the street. K?
In a somewhat tongue in cheek manner, he nods his head reluctantly.
Paul Heyman - So, (in a slightly sarcastic tone) what can Paul-E do for ya'?
MVP -Well since you've already booked me against ya' boy Christian and Bret Hart at Full Throttle, Paul E, I think the odds are stacked WAAAY against me. So, I think, Paul E, that you should reconsider booking the match. Whadda'ya say?
Heyman feigns considering it before replying...
Paul Heyman - Weeell, I su-ppose we could always ... not! Listen MVP you're a champion and I'm going to treat you like a champion. You say you're the best, then prove it by facing the rest.
MVP -Oh hell no, I've faced the rest - and I beat them all. Battle Lines - Goldberg, Kennedy and ya' boy Christian. Oh, let's not forget Bret Hart - the man you two both put there to ensure that I walked out without this belt right here. The way I see it, in under 3 weeks I've had to face FOUR men for this title. Some companies have there guys wrestle once a month! Look I'm a fighting champion, there's no doubt about that - but to tell you the truth, man, I'm pretty banged up right now.
Heyman continues to subliminally mock the champion by pretending to be concerned, placing his hand over his mouth and looking gob smacked.
Paul Heyman - You know what, we'll change it. We'll change the match with you and Christian at Full Throttle. As of 11pm tonight - you won't be defending the WAPW title at Full Throttle.
MVP jumps up from his seat, grinning from ear to ear and laughing with joy. He slaps his title over his shoulder before making a move towards the door.
Paul Heyman - Unless of course you lose your match tonight, that is.
As the boss proceeds to rifle through some paperwork on his desk, MVP stops in his tracks and turns around with a look of confusion on his face.
MVP -... my match tonight?
Heyman looks up, puzzled.
Paul Heyman - Oh yeah, your match tonight with Abyss.
MVP now bares a look of shock as his eyes widen, though he tries to hide it and keep calm.
MVP -... okay. Okay, okay Paul, that I can - yeah, I can deal with that. No sweat. Me - Abyss - one on one tonight, you gotcha. I mean, it's pretty fair. No title defense at Full Throttle ... in return for a match with Abyss. I can - I can, deal with that. Yeah, I'm the champ I can deal with a match with him.
MVP swiftly makes an exit for the door almost fearing Paul's next words.
Paul Heyman - And if you lose the match tonight - you will be defending the title at Full Throttle, with Bret Hart as guest referee.
Heyman momentarily ducks down to his work, though MVP races back towards him, slapping his hands down on the table.
Paul Heyman - Wait, you thought I was just gonna let you off the hook that easily? No comprende` amigo, you're not getting out of a match just like that. As long as I'm in charge here, you have to earn it by beating Abyss tonight.
MVP -EARN IT!? Paul, these bumps and bruises all over my body from the match at Battle Lines - that's how I EARNT it. This TITLE right here, this shows how I EARNT it! As WAPW champion, I deserve a break! I'm the Franchise Player of this company, the highest paid ath-el-ete in this damn sport.
He regains his cool, before continuing.
MVP -As champion, I am respectfully declining both the match with Abyss tonight - and the match with Christian at the PPV.
Paul Heyman - Okay then if that's what you want, if you're that intent on weaseling your way out of matches - as boss of WAPW - I'm respectfully going to strip you of your championship right here on the spot!
As the live audience pop, MVP runs his hand over his head before coming to his final conclusion.
MVP -Alright ... my match tonight with Abyss ... it's on. BUT - you and all the people of Tennessee can bet your cheap asses that at Full Throttle - there's no title defense. Once I win tonight, there's no Bret Hart, there's no Christian Cage - and there's no PAUL HEYMAN trying to screw me out of my title.
MVP looms over Paul's desk, staring darkly into his eyes, before ousting himself and slamming the door.
|Elsewhere Backstage| We're now on location in the backstage area - a narrow hallway with cream-brick walls, and we see both Chase Stevens and Andy Douglas emerge from a doorway. Dressed in casual gear of light-blue jeans and t-shirts, they set off walking. All seems well as they continue their walk until we hear the squeaking of shoes on the cold floor - Jay Briscoe bursts into the scene and leaps at Chase Stevens from behind! The kafuffle turns into a fully-fledged attack as Briscoe pins Stevens down and lays into him with hard fists to the face and body. Stevens covers up - it's all he can do! Meanwhile their other-half’s are in action of sort, trying to separate the two of them. Unable to do so, eventually Jay gets to his feet, leaving Chase in a state and curled into a painful ball. As Douglas tends to him, Mark and Jay scedaddle. A WAPW backstage-worker comes to the scene attempting to get to Chase, but the battered man laid out on the floor is determined to do everything himself. Using Douglas to drag himself to his feet, he staggers around in the direction that the Briscoes went. Eventually he is sat down on a chair and a medic comes into view, attending Chase.
|Video Package| A short video clip of the chorus from Rev Theory's 'Hell Yeah' plays. Afterwards a graphic appears stating that they will be performing live during the Full Throttle PPV. (Note - they also played to open the inaugural WAPW Hazard show. The official theme song for FT is "The Bleeding" by Five Finger Death Punch.
|Live Arena| The preliminary bell sounds and it is time for our opening contest!
Sirens play through the speakers before turning into a heavy metal beat, as Ken Doane strides out onto the ramp. Wearing black shorts, pads and boots manager Jake ‘The Snake’ Roberts follows him to the ring. He hops through the ropes and stretches, bearing a look of steely determination whilst being instructed by The Snake.
Tailing a parade of two smokin’ hot babes, the ‘Sugar Daddy’ Lance Hoyt steps out onto the runway. He sports tight white leather pants, a matching white top-hat and holds a now signature metallic walking (pimp) stick. His strut to the ring however turns sour, as two of his girls begin arguing, stopping in the middle of the ramp and trading harsh words. Eventually ‘blondie’ pushes ‘red-head’ and before-long a bitch-fight erupts! They take each other down, hair-pulling and all, before scrapping on the ground and rolling all the way down to the ring!! Lance watches on looking fairly amused, hopping up onto the apron and watching on as a couple members of security separate the two of them…
Match One – ‘Anti Saint’ Ken Doane vs. Sugar Daddy Lance
With Lance’s back turned whilst on the apron Anti Saint Ken Doane jumps him from behind, clubbing him from off and onto the mat below! His assault continues furiously, laying into Lance with hard punches and a two-handed choke – legal since the match has yet to begin. His aggression would get the better of him once again, using it to stomp a hole into the body of his opponent. Eventually, after slamming his head into the apron several times, he roles him into the ring as the match finally begins.
Doane would naturally start the match with momentum after the beat-down outside the ring, barely taking a breath between his relentless attacks. Eventually the domination ended, with Lance in the corner Doane would run at him for a splash but find the cold ring-post! The Sugar Daddy follows up with a hard clothesline, evening the contest up a little.
The two would go on to joust for dominance, both scoring with near-falls and putting the hurt on their opposite number. Eventually approaching the eight minute mark, Doane would be hot off of a second wind and finds himself in the drivers seat. After hitting a highly forceful superplex to Lance, he waits for him to get to his feet – waiting for a chance to hit the forward-jumping DDT. However, the referee has no choice but to ring the bell as …
Winner @ 7.50 minutes – No Contest
The crowd are shocked as GOLDBERG of all people makes a beeline for the ring, charging down with fierce intentions in his eyes! Upon entering, he immediately spears the Anti Saint, sending him into the corner and clutching his gut. After taunting the crowd and getting them pumped up he turns his attentions to Lance, hitting him with a spear of his own! After a pause and staring into the masses he hoists the Texan up high in the air, before JACKHAMMERING him into the canvas below!!
Goldberg’s theme music plays triumphantly as he stands solitarily in the ring above the motionless figures of the two men that got in his way. He approaches a cameraman in the corner and stares into the camera, letting out a smile. He raises his hands once again, receiving a great pop, before heading up the entrance ramp. After reaching the peak of the ramp he turns and faces the crowd, grinning, before leaving the scene.
|Interview Area| We cut to the back where in front of the WAPW logo set, Shane Douglas holds a microphone alongside Mr. Kennedy.
Douglas – Ladies and gentlemen I am the Franchise Shane Douglas and I am standing by with Ken Kennedy! Kennedy...
Kennedy - What?
Shane looks confused, and rightfully so.
Douglas – ... Kennedy, las...
Kennedy gives a look of the peverbial face-palm, before continuing.
Kennedy - Kennedy Kennedy? No, no, no, no, no. This, Shane, is WAPW and I am a wrestler now. I'm Mr. Ken Kennedy - period.
Mr. Kennedy ... period, gives a nod of approval to Shane, who attempts to restart the interview.
Douglas – Ken, last week on Hazard we witnessed you lock your rival Abyss with his father James Mitchell in the lockerroom for virtually the entire show. Upon Abyss being freed, you attacked him. Aren't you worried of the impending war of which Abyss will ignite?
Kennedy - (Speaking in a typically quick tempo) Well Shano, if anybody's igniting a war then you can bet your ass it's Mr. Kennedy. See that sack is the reason that I'm not standing before you as WAPW champion, and last week was just a teensy slice of what's in store for the two of them. And by attacking him and beating him even more senseless than he already was, I sent a message. I sent out a message, Shano, to him and the rest of the lockerroom that 'nobody messes with Mr. Kennedy and leaves with there asshole in tact'. I hope that message hit home Abyss, but if it didn't, I'm coming after your ass tonight, next week and wherever the hell you're at! Hell, I'll follow your stupid-ass all the way to the asylum, to the padded cells that you call home. Wherever you go, Mr. Kennedy goes, and you can bet your sorry-self that...
The sound of a phone-ringing cuts Kennedy off mid-sentence. At first he wears a look of disgust before looking at the caller ID and smiling, then answering the phone. The camera follows him as his takes a step out of the shot.
Kennedy - Yeah? Yeah this is Mr. Kennedy. Yes, I am the man who called earlier ... Yes ... Yes ... And how much would do you charge? ... Per body, or for the whole set? ... Really? Excellant! In that case I'd like to order three of your finest strippers! ... Yep. Uh-huh. No way, is that even legal? ... Well as a matter of fact they're needed a.s.a.p - I'm here at the McKenzie Arena. Yes. Okay. Na, na, na Mr. Kennedy doesn't swing that way I'm afraid.
Kennedy notices the camera following him, prompting him to take off with a smile on his face.
|Lockerroom Area| JTG and Shad are seated around a small, circular table, along with Jamie Noble and Brent Albright. All four of them are holding playing cards in their hands, and in the middle of the table lays a pile of crumpled up bills. Street Inc. and the Hardcore Champion Jamie Noble are smoking away at their cigars, whilst Albright remains in default mode. As the three share a laugh at the expense of Noble who dumps a handful of cash into the middle of the table, the door bursts open and in comes Colt Cabana.
Cabana – (In a comically high-pitch tone of voice) WHAT’S UP GANG-STAZ?!
Brent and Jamie look at each other wondering what the hell is going on, but JTG and Shad know all too well.
JTG – (Reluctantly) Oh – hey, Colt. We were just in the middle of a game...
Staggering from left to right, clutching intently at beer bottles in each of his hands, he makes a move towards the table bearing a intoxicated grin.
JTG – Look man, we got a game goin' on here, so...
Cabana – You want me to join in? Thanks guys, means a lot!
The table look on in annoyance as Colt pulls up a seat. As he goes to fall down he falls backwards, missing the chair completely and puling the poker table down in the process! Everybody groans, especially Noble and Albright who are furious at the game being ruined.
JTG – You drunk again, homie, AGAIN?!
Cabana – (In the slyest way possible, and still on the floor holding his ass) A little.
Shad – Listen Colt, you need to get yo' cracker ass in check, ite. You gots problems.
Colt looks offended, and shocked. He grabs onto Shads arm and attempts to pull himself up, but fails again, falling back onto the cold concrete floor. After letting out a cry of pain, he stays on the floor and looks at Shad.
Cabana – I got problems? Na, na, na - you got's problems. My 'cracker' ass is perfectly fine, you're the ones who have problems. I mean, would it kill you to get a decent table? And how about a decent set of chairs?
Albright and Noble up and leave, glaring at Colt as they walk by him. Colt reaches out to a bottle beside him, but Brent stamps on it and crushes it.
Cabana – Argh! No! No, no, no. NO!
Colt rolls over onto his side and appears to be crying, or at least sulking. JTG then gets up from his seat, and crouches down beside Colt, consoling him almost with his hand on his shoulder.
JTG – Look, I know we ain't exactly known each other a long time, but man - you need help. Jeez homie, we gonna get you help. You a joke around here. Next week, we gonna get you off that damn alcohol, okay man? You a damn athlete, you can't go around drinking ten can'a shit ever' night, ite? JT, we gotta match to get ready fo'.
JTG pats Colt on the back before heading out of shot, leaving Colt teary-eyed and surrounded by broken glass, cards, and next to an upside down table. Colt shoots up onto his knees and drags himself to the wet pile of broken glass, where he begins slurping the alcohol from the ground.
|Ringside Area| Howard Finkel is situated in the center of the ring, surrounded by the yellow and black setting. He introduces Alex Shelley, who apparently feels the urge for a PROMO.
*ALL ABOUT ALEX*
The crowd greet the cocky youngster with a healthy round of booes, as he struts out through the curtain and down the aisle carrying a burlap sack and wearing 'his' TNA X-Division title belt. He hops up onto the apron and stands facing the fans, leaning back on the ropes and raising both hands with his eyes closed. He soon enters, and snatches Finkel's mic, before motioning for him to get out. He drops the sack in front of him before beginning.
Shelley – Well here I am in Tennessee, wow. What to say, what to say, what to say. Looking around at you people, it's side-tracking me from why I'm actually out here. So on that note I'm going to forget about your appearances and the foul odors that my senses are being r.a.p.e.d by, and get on track.
After soaking in the expected booes, he carries on. He's in a much more calm mood than usual, and has a purpose.
Shelley – My point of coming out here, is Rey Mysterio. I guess, I guess you people would call him my 'adversary'. Well I'm afraid I'm gonna have to disagree with you all on that one, see there isn't an ounce of 'adversity' that Rey Mysterio can inflict on me. Nothing he's done, or will do, will mean anything to Alex Shelley anymore. I hate to dwell on the past, but my history with Rey is a fairly short one. I mean, I grow up admiring the man and all he's done, and what happens when we finally tangle in the ring? He get's lucky. He get's lucky at my expense. To tell you the truth, it hurt. At the time, it hurt. Now however I've come to accept that every dog has it's day, even a dog the size of Rey Mysterio.
Shelley paces around the ring a little bit, gathering his thoughts and looking deep into the Tennessee crowd. He radiates confidence and sheer arrogance.
Shelley – Some say it's not about the 'size of the dog', but the 'size of the fight' that the dog brings. That's all well and good. I mean, you people can believe whatever you want, but I on the other hand - am a truth seeker. I like to revel in the truth and nothing but. It is with that in mind that I have the pleasure of informing you that at Full Throttle in under 2 weeks, I get the match which I have been wanting, and what you people have been wanting. It's keeping you wet at night, huh. Well now it's going to become a reality because at Full Throttle on PPV, I step into the ring with Rey Mysterio and finally vanquish him from the memory of my WAPW career.
After speaking slowly and concisely, he pauses to grin in the sea of mild heat.
Shelley – Little 'Rey Rey' is the man who put a blot on my WAPW win-loss career, and who ruined my start here. My first shot at a main-stream promotion, and he got in the way. I'm all for getting beaten by a better man; or at least I would be if such a man existed. At Full Throttle you will all witness moi, Alex 'Best in the entire freaking god-damn world' Shelley - serve up Rey Mysterio Jr's comeuppance. Now, I'm hearing rumors that Rey isn't here tonight, well entirely here tonight. However fret not my fans, for Total Nonstop Alex has the next best thing...
He drops the mic and steps across to the burlap sack. He leans down and picks it up, pulling the strings until they loosen up so Shelley can place his hand inside. After a short rummage around, he pulls out REY MYSTERIO'S MASK! This generates incredible heat from the fans, all the while the Detroit-native is wearing a massive smile of confidence. He is loving the show he's putting on. Speaking of putting on, he places the red mask from last week on his head, pulling it down across his face. He picks up the mic once more.
Shelley – Apparently in Mexico a mask is the source of a wrestlers mystique, and a part of who they are. For Rey, it's more than just a way to cover his ugly face - well at least that's what he will claim. Well, Rey, if you're watching, I spit on who you are. I could care less about your heritage, and the legacy of your uncle and all of the Mysterio family. This is 2009, and as I said, I've forgotten the past. From here on out - it's 'All About Alex'.
Shelley raises his hands high in the air, receiving even more booes, before being interrupted by the music of Rey's friend, Mistico!
The 'other' masked man receives a great reception; 1) because he's interrupting the hated Alex Shelley, 2) because he's the shit. He steps out and immediately makes tracks down the aisle and into the ring, Shelley backs against the opposite set of ropes - still in the ring. Alex drops the mic, taking a small step inwards. He is seen to be asking Mistico if he wants to go, and Shelley appears to be willing to fight. He removes his black t-shirt, stretches a little bit, before taking another step in. Mistico then makes a move towards him, but Alex retracts and hops out of the ring through the ropes!!
Styles – Well it would appear that Alex doesn't want anything to do with Mistico!
Striker – Yes, either that or he hasn't had a shot for swine flu just yet...
Alex carefully circles the ring, eventually getting around to the ramp-side. He soon begins to back up and leave, disappointing Mistico who is more than ready to throw-down. The fans boo and hiss incessantly, as Shelley is now at the rope of the ramp facing the ring. However - from through the curtain comes REY MYSTERIO!! The man we thought was resting up at home is here in Tennessee and on Hazard! He blind0sides Alex, sending him forward, before a braw erupts. Rey unloads with a flurry of punches until they are outside of the ring. With Rey taking the offensive and looking good for his money, Shelley takes the easy way out with a well placed thumb to the eye! This allows him to hop the barrier and escape though the crowd before Rey or Mistico can get to him. As the two fan-favorites embrace stand alongside eachother, Shelley is on his way out of the arena apparently - escorted by a few large security guards of course.
|Video Package| Hazard returns in the form of a video package. All the action, all the drama and all of the stars of WAPW will be taking part in the ‘Crossing Borders’ tour! The four episodes of Hazard following Full Throttle will air from four different countries – Mexico on the 25th March, England 1st April, Japan 8th & India 15th. WAPW – Crossing Borders!
|Live Arena| With a one on one bout on our hands, Howard Finkel is standing in ring to introduce the following contest.
New York born and bred, the cousin of Ray and Devon makes his way to the ring to a decent reception. Accompanied by Spike, to even the numbers, they wait in the ring for Eddie’s opponents.
*THE EX LEVEL*
Without fail Roderick Strong is followed by Austin Aries to the ring, garnering a typical heel reaction. Though a little apprehensive, they soon enter the ring, with Austin loosening up the shoulders of his partner before the match gets under way.
Match Two – Cousin Eddie vs. Roderick Strong
After being brought into WAPW along with Spike Dudley by cousins Ray and Devon, Eddie Kingston was immediately embroiled in the hateful feud between possibly the two best tag-teams in the world. He was itching for a win in this match after falling short with Spike against Gen Ex a couple of weeks ago, and was also unsuccessful in his ventures for the Hardcore Title last week as well. He would be going into this match looking to soften up Strong for when the two teams ultimately meet at Full Throttle. Last week Team 3D offered the youngsters any type of stipulation match they would like, and later on in the show Gen Ex will give us an answer.
The tide of the match swept in both men’s favor during the course of the match. Eddie Kingston's power and ruggedness would contest Roderick's sheer technical ability. Mid-way in the bout a stiff forearm busted the lip of Strong, drawing a constant trickle of blood for the remainder of the fight. Decisively in the eleventh minute the match came to a close, when Eddie Kingston picked up the win. With Roderick seemingly on course for a somewhat fortunate win, he was fired off into the ropes by Eddie. When he hit the ropes Spike Dudley was on hand to grab hold of the leg of Strong momentarily, distracting him. This allowed Eddie to hit the awesome spinning-back fist to the mouth, setting up the win.
Winner @ 11.08 minutes – Eddie Kingston
Styles – Turnabouts fair play! Spike Dudley taking a page out of Gen Ex's underhand play book!
Striker – Pfft, taking a page? Joe, those damn Dudley's wrote that damn playbook!
Aries would soon jump Spike Dudley in anger, causing a brawl on the outside. It soon entered the ring, as all four men fought amongst themselves. Aries and Strong had gained the advantage in this fight, stomping down their respective counterparts. However, the champions, Team 3D, soon hit the ring prompting their nemesis' to flee ever so typically. As Devon kneels down to tend to his half-brother and cousin, Ray stares down the two on the outside, attempting to goad them into the ring.
|Interview Area| The lovely Torrie Wilson is standing by with Austin Aries and Roderick Strong. Strong is holding his neck following the brawl, and Aries is out of breath after fleeing.
Torrie – Hey everybody, I'm Torrie Wilson and I'm joined at this ti...
Austin Aries immediately snatches the microphone from Torrie, prompting her to retreat to the back of the scene.
Aries – 3D! (He breathes heavily into the microphone before continuing) LAST WEEK, YOU GAVE US AN ULTIMATUM! YOU GAVE US THE CHOICE OF STIPULATION AT FULL THROTTLE! I THINK IT'S PRETTY DAMN FUNNY, HOW THE ONLY TIMES YOU STEP INTO THE RING WITH US IS WHEN THERE'S A STIPULATION INVOLVED! You KNOW, that you can't BEAT US in a regular tag-team match! But you know what, we accept your challenge for Full Throttle. We're going to stoop to your level, AGAIN, and show you up on PPV.
Austin slaps the chest of his partner Roderick, who grins.
Aries – See, myself and Roderick, we mulled over what stipulation to choose. We looked through every possible match-up, and every possible gimmick, and we've found one. We looked at Cages, Street Fights - hey, you guys would just LOVE if we chose the street fight wouldn't ya! Well sorry about your damn luck champs, but at Full Throttle we take the tag-team titles from you - in a LADDER MATCH! Haha!
He passes the microphone over to a much calmer Roderick Strong.
Strong – Austin is right, it is going to funny - funny seeing if you can both haul your fat asses up that ladder and retrieve the belts! It's not about who can throw who through a table, or who can hit harder with a steel chair. In this match it's about speed, athleticism and bravery - three thing's that you can't hold a candle to us at. At Full Throttle we beat you, and we beat you good. Those belts - they're coming home to the Messiah of the Backbreaker, Roderick Strong, and Double A, Austin Aries.
Both look at each other knowingly before rushing out of the scene.
|Paul Heyman's Office| Sitting at his desk is Paul Heyman. He looks at his watch as if to be anticipating an arrival. Shortly after, he gets his wish as GOLDBERG enters the room.
Heyman – Bill, take a seat.
Goldberg looks at the chair in front at him and turns his nose up at it, instead electing to stand in front of Paul's desk.
Heyman – Alright then.
Goldberg – Look man, I'm not a 'take a seat', 'suit and tie' type of guy. You called me in here, so what do you want?
Heyman – Well Bill I respect that you are who you are, and you do what you want to do, but I called you into my office here to ask why you felt the need to interfere in a match earlier tonight?
Goldberg smiles to himself, whilst Heyman looks up at him with intrigue.
Heyman – You don't give a damn, do you?
Goldberg – Paul, I'm gonna be straight with ya. Earlier tonight was nothing personal against those two guys, it was business.
Heyman – Business? What business do you have with Ken Doane and Sugar Lance?!
Goldberg – Well I figured one of those two guys was in line for a shot at Burke's title at Full Throttle, so I did what needed to be done. Understand this Paul, at Full Throttle it's me that faces Burke for the title. Not Kenny, not Lance, ME.
Heyman – I respect that you want a shot, but if you think that's the way to go about getting one - you're sadly mistaken. As for Full Throttle, as of right now - I haven't decided who the number one contender is. BUT, Bill, if you want an OPPORTUNITY at a title shot - it can be arranged. You need to understand that you have no special privileges, no special dispensation - no nothing, until I give it to you, and for that you have to earn it in the ring. So Bill here's what I'm going to do.
Goldberg places his hand on his hip, and with his other one rubs the beard on his chin, intently listening to Heyman.
Heyman – Next week on Hazard I'm booking a match with you, Ken Doane, and Sugar Daddy Lance. The rules of the match are pretty simple - you will start off the match with either Lance, or Kenny, and after you pin them or they pin you, you face the other immediately. Pretty innovative, huh.
Goldberg – Yeah, that's really neat, Paul.
Heyman – However until then, all I ask of you is to keep your hands clean and stay out of other peoples matches, okay?
Goldberg nods, smiling also.
Goldberg – Ha, we'll see.
After Goldberg vacates the room, Heyman relaxes in his chair, taking a deep breath and a long sigh as he loosens his tie.
|Video Package| THE ACTION! THE EXCITEMENT! THE ADRENALINE! WAPW ADRENALINE - COMING SOON TO FX EVERY THURSDAY NIGHT! PREMIERES NEXT THURSDAY!
|Live Arena| We return from commercials to see The UK, Nigel McGuiness and Shamus O’Shaunessy standing in the corner of the ring ready for tag-team action.
*HITTIN' THE STREETS*
Street Inc. emerge through the entrance way to a positive crowd response. Big Shad follows the enthusiastic JTG to the ring, remaining calm and determined as JT jives his way down the ramp and into the ring. The boys from the streets take off their bling and expensive 'hood wear' and ready themselves for action.
Match Three – The UK vs. Street Inc.
Both teams knew that a win here on Hazard would put them in the title picture following Full Throttle. With so many great tag teams in WA' both The UK and Street Inc. will have to get wins under their belts in order to move up the pecking order.
Nothing remarkable about the fairly short bout; Nigel McGuiness sported a heavily taped right arm due to a long-standing bicep injury, though looked in top-form in the bout. With McGuiness and JTG the legal men at the six-minute mark, Colt Cabana decided to make his way down the ramp, stumbling his way to the apron drinking from a beer bottle. With Shad and JTG looking on in annoyance, Colt would hop up onto the apron. The referee is tying to keep Shad from entering the ring, inadvertently distracting him in the process. Nigel and JT' take the fight over to where Cabana is standing, and in an act of alcohol fueled disillusion, Colt swings with the beer bottle attempting to hit Nigel - but instead SMASHING his buddy!! Colt cannot believe what he has done, and is soon knocked down onto the apron by the Brit. JTG falls to his knees clutching at his head, allowing McGuiness to back up and hit a low-angle LARIAT!! 1,2 - put a fork in it.
Winners @ 6.49 minutes – The UK
The victors choose to scarper and fast, as Shad tends to JTG in the ring. The UK celebrate on the ramp, but in the ring Colt is looking on at what he has caused. Shad shoots up and berates Cabana, pushing him into the ropes. Colt retaliates with an attempted right-hand, but misses by a large margin. Upon turning to face Shad he is floored with a big boot to the sternum knocking him out of the ring.
|Lockerroom Area| We cut immediately to the back and our cameras latch onto some commotion involving Abyss and Jim Mitchell. The camera is waiting outside the lockerroom, the door 90% closed, where we can here the screams of Abyss. Mitchell can be heard distinctively shouting for Abyss to “Just hit them” but apparently to no avail. After ten seconds the camera man finally does his job and slowly enters through the door where at the opposite side of the big, plain room – Abyss is cornered by three male strippers! We can see the bare naked behinds of the three men, dancing in front of Abyss who is powerless! He can’t bare to look. Seconds pass and they continue their erotic dance. Soon enough James Mitchell remerges with a fire-extinguisher in hand, firing a smog of white into the direction of the strippers. We can now see nothing of the men, and Abyss soon crawls out, coughing and spluttering.
Striker – (Laughing) You talk about permanent mental scarring!
Styles – As if Abyss didn’t have his problems already! I think that this may just be the work of one Ken Kennedy!
|Announce Table| Joey Styles and Matt Striker are seated as usual at ringside, and both are hyping up the next match – the main-event – Abyss and MVP!
Styles – Welcome back everybody to Hazard, Joey Styles with Matt Striker, and coming up next is the match that determines what happens at Full Throttle. Will MVP defend the title on PPV against Christian Cage? Not if he has anything to say about it! If he defeats Abyss tonight – then he gets a free-pass at Full Throttle!
Striker – What was it that the champ told us earlier – four title opponents in the space of four weeks? It’s ridiculous quite frankly. No athlete, especially one in a sport such as wrestling, should have to put their bodies on the line so many times against so many times – and plus, ya know, he is the champ – he should get a say in what goes down.
Styles – Well in any event, he’s putting it on the line one more time in just a few short moments against the monster, the crazed Abyss – imagine what a win would do for the career of Ab…
Joey Styles stops mid-sentence, his attention swayed as Matt Michaels runs down the entrance ramp and around the commentary booth. Out of breath and with a black up-side down cross painted in-between his eyebrows he speaks maniacally to the commentators. His voice is filled with panic and a sense of urgency.
Michaels – Put me on! P-put me on the air! God, please damnit! You all need to know. You need to know before it’s too late. Years, months, weeks, days – it’s all running out. It’s upon us! He’s upon us Matt, he’s upon us Joey! He’ll be here before it’s too late – no, it IS too late. 2009 years too late. It’s time, men, damnit! Argh! 25 – 3 – 3 – 25. Purity he’s not, he … white … contradictory! He’s coming. Azrael. Azrael, Azrael – Azrael. 25 – 3 – 25 – 3.
*BIG THING’S POPPIN’*
As the WAPW champions music hits, Matt Michaels scatters. The champ doesn’t look entirely pleased to have to compete here tonight, and gives Michaels a strange look as he runs up the ramp past him. Soon, the champ enters the ring, parading his title high into the sky and rather emotionlessly prepares himself for the next match.
*INTO THE ABYSS*
MVP remains a look of calmness and collection in the ring, no small feat for a man who’s stepping into the ring to do battle with Abyss. The big man storms down and into the ring, tailed by ‘his father’ Jim Mitchell. The chains from around Abyss’ neck are tossed into the corner of the ring, as this match nears its inception.
Match Four – MVP vs. Abyss
After a shaky and apprehensive start for the champion he soon found his trademark confidence and displayed just why he is the champion. With the crowd rooting for Abyss for this match, they most certainly wanted to see MVP fail and thus defend again Christian at Full Throttle.
The match wasn’t pretty – a low tempo bout with the pace rarely picking up. Abyss’ tunnel-vision-like aggression would be often countered by the careful and methodical ways of Porter. After nearly fifteen minutes of this contest the end finally came; MVP looked the most likely to get the win, countering a black-hole slam attempt into a DDT. With the champ set to earn a night-off at Full Throttle the referee found himself knocked down after an inadvertent clothesline from Abyss. This would allow Christian Cage to briskly make his way down to ringside, to do a little bit more than just survey the surroundings of Tennessee. After passing by the bell-ringers table to grab the title he slides in under the ropes and into the ring. MVP is down and slowly making his way to his feet – CRACK! Christian runs and nails him with the belt! Abyss and Cage then lock eyes on each other. Cage walks aw… - CRACK! He surprises everyone by nailing Abyss, too! With the referee still down Cage raises MVP to a level-base before downing him with an Unprettier! Abyss slings his arm over; 1 … 2 … 3 … 4 …5 – BRET HART! The Hitman emerges from the tunnel wearing a referee’s shirt!! He swiftly hops through the ropes and makes the cover – 1, 2, 3!!
Winners @ 14.41 minutes – Abyss
Bret Hart stands amidst a great reception, taking in the crowds reaction. With MVP down, it isn’t long before Elijah Burke and Jack Evans make their way into the ring to help cordon off their man. Abyss exits the ring at Mitchell’s orders, leaving Christian on the outside of the ring looking in. He runs his thumb over his lip and bares a grin of accomplishment before exiting with Bret. At the top of the ramp is where the show ends, with the visual of Cage and Bret shaking hands before embracing in a heartfelt hug.