Following that, we get a flash of the NAFW logo as the opening hard and crunchy yet funky riff of Saul Williams “List of Demands (Reparations)” begins to play.
The Trust Fund Kids, Keith Owens and Trevor Cunning, stand nose to nose with the Tag Team Championship gold in their locker room.
We next move to an image of the unlikely duo of Ammo and Dustin Thomas standing face to face.
And we’re back to Keith Owens walking away from Trevor Cunning being upset by Derek Clarke in the ring.
Now we’ve got Heatwave swinging his signature black steel chair.
And “Illtown” Leonard Aarons and his trusty barbed wire baseball bat.
Following that is an enraged Spaz cornering Lane to enquire about the disappearance of his sister.
The next image we see is of Tyrone Smith standing tall over Hush and Mike Stryker.
Hush gets his turn devastating multiple men, including his two Pay Per View opponents.
Now it’s the Big City Hitman’s turn to stand tall with his Foundation Heavyweight Championship at the end of Annihilation #21.
As the song transitions into the chorus, Xavier Caine opposes Sorrow in the ring as Sorrow holds out the tape recorder in his hand.
This quickly changes up to Derek Clarke defeating the Mexican Toiletries in short time for his first handicap survival challenge.
Older footage from years ago with Derek Clarke opposing Kabashi Ten plays, as to not forget about their rivalry at a time when Derek is trying to branch out on his own.
Next is shots of Andy D being hammered by a variety of sporting equipment.
Followed by Snake and Psycho defeating Peter Gilmour and Andy D.
And we finish up with Andy D losing his cool and attacking Snake after his Atlantic Championship #1 Contender match against Peter Gilmour.
Spaz is seen running after Lane…
But Lane gets away in his limo…
And Spaz doesn’t believe Lane had no involvement in the disappearance of his sister.
Ashley Collier attacks head of security Ryan McJohnson.
But Jaime Alejandro is quick to enter the gauntlet match and serve Collier up a loss.
And finally we see both men pinned down and restrained by security following their pull apart brawl on Annihilation.
Here is our violence against women section as Reaper and Heatwave’s respective female managers are being laid out by aggressive men.
Heatwave brutalizes Reaper by setting him on fire…
…And Leonard Aarons beats the holy hell of Heatwave.
Gilmour is seen defeating Psycho at Chain Reaction.
But later pays for it as Psycho and Carlos drag him away from
This line is accompanied by Peter Gilmour being hung by Psycho’s straightjacket off of the scaffolding.
Andy D is looking really pissed at Snake.
Ashley Collier tries to knock Jaime Alejandro out.
Keith Owens is seen calling Ammo the winner while Trevor Cunning lays out Dustin Thomas.
Heatwave and Leonard Aarons both appear bloodied.
Spaz and Lane stare down.
One more time we get Hush, Tyrone Smith, and Mike Stryker, all in the ring.
The Breaking Point: Beyond The Limit logo literally cracks onto our screen and as we get the big fireworks roll.
ITS REALLY LOUD COVER YOUR EARS FOR THE BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!
After the camera pans around the screaming fans in the arena, it cuts to the ringside announce table where our announcers for tonight, JB Mann and Tom “The Bear” Kalhoun, are standing by.
(JB) Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Breaking Point: Beyond The Limit, live from General Motors Place in Vancouver, Canada! What a card we have for you tonight.
(Tom) That’s right Mann. We’ve got Mike Stryker defending his Foundation Heavyweight Championship against Tyrone Smith and Hush!
(JB) Not to mention that for the first time in a long time, Mike Lane and Spaz will finally get their one on one encounter in the ring to settle their score!
(Tom) Heatwave will take on “Illtown” Leonard Aarons in what is sure to be a grueling I Quit Match.
(JB) The Trust Fund Kids have had their share of difficulties lately that they seemingly place behind them time after time, and tonight, they’ll take on Ammo from The Goods and Dustin Thomas from the Old School Empire, two enemies who will have to learn to work together if they want to capture the Tag Team Championship from Keith Owens and Trevor Cunning.
(Tom) Ashley Collier will be taking on old man Jaime Alejandro, Andy D will defend his Atlantic Championship against Snake, Derek Clarke will face a blast from the past when he tries to survive five minutes in the ring against Far ‘n’ Wide, Sorrow will face Xavier Caine, and Peter Gilmour and Psycho will try to hang each other in the first ever Hangman’s Horrow Match!
(JB) But before our opening match, let’s cut backstage!
Compliance Is Necessary
Fade into the backstage area. More specifically, fade into the parking lot. Our camera shot is positioned low and in the door frame of the entryway, with the doors obviously propped wide open. A limousine pulls onto the scene – which means a big deal is arriving. The driver puts the vehicle into park and walks around to the back passenger side door. He opens it up, and out steps a very familiar face: Keith Owens. The driver hands him his gym bag and Tag Team Championship belt, and Owens slips him a tip with the bill ending in two zeros.
Keith throws the tag team gold over his shoulder and begins to stroll into the arena with his gym bag in his hand. As Keith approaches the entrance doors, the camera pulls back, revealing six police officers lining the sides of the doorway. Once Keith clears the door frame, the officers step behind him to block the exit, and a man wearing a suit steps in front of him.
(???) Keith Owens?
(Keith) That’s me.
Keith looks over his shoulder and gets a very concerned look on his face.
(Keith) What’s this all about?
(???) I’m Detective Gordon, and I have orders for you to follow me.
(Keith) Wait… That doesn’t answer my question. What the heck is going on here?
(Gordon) I’m not at liberty to say right now, Mr. Owens. Now if you’ll please follow me, you’ll find out more.
(Keith) Hold it. I’m not going anywhere, not until someone tells me what this is all about!
Out of the shadows steps another man in a suit and a dark tan trench coat. It’s everyone’s favorite man of mystery, Jack Henderson.
(Henderson) Keith, I suggest you follow these men. Compliance is necessary. If you resist, these fine officers will have no choice but to take you into custody.
Once again, Keith takes a look at his surroundings and realizes he’s got no choice.
(Keith) I thought I could trust you Henderson.
(Henderson) And you can. Let’s go.
Henderson and Detective Gordon turn and starting walking, and Keith does the same with the police entourage following close behind.
(Tom) JB! What just happened?
(JB) It appears Keith Owens has been taken into police custody more-or-less upon his arrival to the arena, but why, we don’t know.
(Tom) It looks like Jack Henderson stabbed Keith Owens in his back! I thought Henderson was supposed to be going after whoever was sending those threats to Owens?
(JB) Perhaps, but we don’t know for certain. I guess we’ll just have to see if Keith Owens is arrested, and if so, how this will affect not only his Tag Team Championship match later tonight, but also the arrival of his father, United States Presidential candidate Senator Owens, who is also supposed to be in attendance tonight!
(Tom) I bet his father set him up! The good Senator doesn’t need a wussy son making his campaign look weak!
(JB) Alright then folks, it’s time for our first match of the night.
(Tom) And wake me up when Sorry! or The Big Red Machine wins.
(JB) That’s Sorrow and Xavier Caine.
(Tom) Yeah yeah yeah, Professor Xavier it is…
The arena lights dim as Godsmack's "Dead and Broken" begins playing over the sound system. The song serves to cover the confused sounds of the crowd as strobes flash over and over, alternately bathing the fans in both silvery light and inky blackness. At the top of the ramp, a cold fog spills from behind the curtain and a bizarre figure emerges from the backstage area. He is dressed in a silver and black bodysuit with a matching mask. Over his shoulders, he wears a flowing black cape. His movements are fluid and eerily graceful as he walks silently to the ringside area and slides under the bottom rope. He removes his cape as the crowd looks on at the odd spectacle that Sorrow has brought to the NAFW ring. He stands in his corner with his back to his opponent, head lowered and awaiting the fight to come.
(JB) Now all we need is Xavier Caine to emerge, and this match can begin.
The lights immediately dim as “Down and Out” by Tantric begins to play. When the base kicks in after the violin opening. A tall dark figure comes out and stands atop of the tramp. He walks down to the ring in a black suit, with a violet colored tie and highlights.
(Tom) I wonder where Caine got that suit? The Men’s Warehouse? Nordstrom’s? Casual Male: Big and Tall?
Referee Dave Connors rings the bell, and this match is underway. The two men lock up and instantly, Xavier Caine takes down Sorrow with a big move. Caine begins to stomp Sorrow on the mat until the referee pushes him aside and tells him to do something more productive. Xavier pulls Sorrow off the mat and whips him across the ring. He attempts a clothesline, but Sorrow ducks behind and hits a belly to back suplex. Sorrow goes for the cover and only gets a two count.
(JB) That was a near fall right there!
Once more both men are back up to their feet and grapple. This time Sorrow emerges as the victor of the tie up again, flooring Caine with a side suplex. Sorrow hops on top and begins hammering away at the face of Caine until Connors pulls Sorrow off at the end of a 5 count. Xavier Caine throws some left and rights at Sorrow, but Sorrow strikes back with a rake to the eyes, and a belly to belly suplex. He covers once more, but its only for a two count.
(JB) Sorrow sure is hitting some big suplexes tonight.
Guess where the two men are now? On their feet! Sorrow uses a low drop kick and takes out Xavier Caine by the knee. Sorrow capitalizes with a half Boston crab, but Caine powers out of the submission stretch after a short period of time. He grapples up Sorrow and hits a big move!
(Tom) WHATTAMOVE!
The cover on Sorrow only yields a two count. After the kick out, Sorrow rolls on top Caine for more ground and pound which is broken up by the referee once more. Sorrow backs away into a corner and stalks Caine as the big man rises to his feet. Sorrow quickly kicks Xavier Caine in the gut, then nails him with an high impact fisherman’s brainbuster. This time, Sorrow gets the three count for the win.
(Troy) Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, Sorrow!
(JB) That fisherman’s brainbuster is what Sorrow likes to call “The Depths of Despair.”
(Tom) How do you know that? Did you tell you personally?
(JB) He sent me a tape memo.
Suddenly, the lights go out and all we hear is that digitized voice saying “I’m sorry” repeatedly. After a few moments, the lights come back on, and Sorrow is gone.
(Tom) Did Sorrow teleport out of here?
(JB) Unlikely, Bear.
Hung Up!
We go to the backstage area where NAFW interviewer Mark Herriot is standing by. There is a black curtain behind him with the Breaking Point logo surrounding it. Mark is in a grey suit with black tie and grey pants. He looks into the camera, adjusts the microphone, and begins to speak to the fans at home.
(Mark) Hello wrestling fans, its me Mark Herriot and we are just moments away from probably one of the most intense and scariest matches on tonight's show, the HANGMAN'S HORROR death match which will pit Psycho against my guest at this time, he is accompanied by Max Masterson, the XTREME ICON Peter Gilmour!
Some of the fans start to cheer for Peter. Peter and Max step into the shot as both are seen with big smiles upon their faces.
(Max) Mr. Herriot, how do you do?
(Mark) I do well Max. Thanks for asking. Are you and Peter ready for the match that is coming up in just moments?
(Max) Indeed we are. You see tonight, marks the end of a young man's life. Tonight, someone will be hung and that man's name is PSYCHO! You see over the past few months, Pyscho and his buddy Carlos have been a thorn in our side and have been standing in our way of taking over the NAFW and gaining the world title, a title that my friend Peter here has been obsessed with for the past 4 years.
Max looks into the camera intently as Peter starts playing around with the noose and walking back and forth.
(Max) Carlos, your little pet is in store for the biggest beating of his life. Worse than when you beat him as a small boy. He is going to be taken all over this arena and if you so much as try to interfere, I will choke your ass out myself and put you in a body bag, just like my monster Peter will do to your "pet" Psycho. Isn't that right my friend?
(Peter) Psycho, tonight... YOUUUU WILLL DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Peter yells and rolls his eyes in back of his head as blood starts to come out as Max begins to laugh wickedly.
How We Got Here Part 1
Before we can go too far, we hear some giggling before static appears on the NAFWtron. The words 'May 2004' appear on our screen. The footage is from Axiom TV back in May of 2004. This is moments after then Axiom World Champion Heatwave retained his title against Eddie Heartbreak. As he is starting to celebrate his win with his wife Nicole and son Ian...
GR: Ya know, he's my boy and all, but this family business isn't rubbing me the right way. This is wrestling, not...
Right around here, we hear a booming, yet very sinister voice blast over the loudspeakers.
"Family hour? You're right, Gator. It's not family hour, contrary to what our so called World Champion would have you believe."
The fans start booing as the sound of one Illtown Leonard Aarons fills the arena. Axiom World Champion appears to be very annoyed, as Nicole and their son Ian are now inside of the ring with Heatwave standing in front of them. It's here that we see a face pop up on the Axiomtron and yup...fifty points for you if you guessed that it's Illtown. The real one, not that Varga clown. He's smiling and waving as he resumes speaking as only he can. The fans as you can already guess, are booing as only they can, cause that's what seeing and hearing him inspires the fans to do and do well.
Leonard Aarons: Ahhh, yes. Another Supremacy goes by and yet, we've got no real main event to give the fans. Another one of these ho-hummers, with matches so fucking lopsided, we may as well start holding these things on the San Andreas Fault Line to even things out.
He makes a subtle tsk-tsk sound, clucking his tongue twice as he slowly shakes his head from side to side.
Leonard Aarons: But, leave it to Heatwave to call out someone like Eddie Heartbreak as opposed to yours truly. But I guess that's the type of man you've got there, ain't it, Nicole? A real pussy ass, bitch made chump through and through, huh?
Heatwave mouths something which I'm all but certain the FCC wouldn't want repeated on the air towards Aarons. Even the loquacious Aarons is taken aback by the remark which Heatwave blurts out as he looks around and brings his head back a bit with his eyes widening in disbelief.
Leonard Aarons: Temper temper, daddy. You kiss your family with that mouth? Anyway, I think I've had more than enough of your act and your bullshit. See, a few weeks back, you had some not so nice things to say not just about myself, but the East Coast Connection as a whole and ya know what? I don't think we've had the opportunity to really address those said greivances that you have with myself and the rest of the group officially...
He trails off as behind the champ and his family, Maxwell Thatcher and Renshaw Prescott hop over the railing and slide into the ring. Nicole and Ian are the first to notice their arrival, but by the time Heatwave turns to notice, it's too late. They're already on top of the champ and pounding away on him with fists ablaze. Nicole instinctively grabs her son and gets out of harm's way, as they retreat to the opposite side of the ring. It's here that the feed cuts out as we see 'To Be Continued' as it fades to black.
Not Now
Backstage. A hallway somewhere in the depths of GM Place. The image shows on the NAFWTron inside the arena, and the fans go crazy as Sean "Spaz" Thomas walks down the hallway with a purpose.
He's dressed in street clothes, wearing black jeans and a light grey sweater. And of course, the ever-present Ruby Oakley sunglasses. With his bag strapped over his shoulder, he continues on his way, until he almost runs over John Mills.
(John) Spaz! Could I get a word with you?
Spaz barely acknowledges Mills' presence. He simply shakes his head and says three words.
(Spaz) Not now, John.
Mills is rather surprised by this turn of events, and looks on in shock as Spaz heads off further into GM Place.
(Tom) What's up his butt?
(JB) His sister was abducted, he's got a match against Mike Lane tonight, and he just got here. Cut the man a little slack.
(Tom) Slack schmack! He has no right to treat Millsy like that!
(JB) You're not the best person to complain about poor treatment of John Mills, Bear.
(Tom) Man... You put laxatives in a man's hot chocolate one time...
(JB) Per week, for a year...
(Tom) And suddenly you're treating him poorly. Has the world gone mad?
(JB) Just you, Bear... Just you.
(Tom) Lies.
(JB) We got a real slobberknocker for you fans next, right Tom?
(Tom) This ain’t some run down federation. This is the NAFW. And fans, this next match is going to be bloody. It's going to be brutal and someone is getting LYNCHED.
(JB) Indeed this has been one of the most hated rivalries in NAFW History. Psycho and Peter Gilmour have gone to hell and back and tonight, this feud ends tonight. Someone is going to be hung tonight. And I hoep its Psycho.
(Tom) Mark the date. I finally agree with you JB..
(JB) It's about time, dude. Let's go to the ring..
(Troy) Ladies and gentleman, our next match is a Hangman’s Horror match, where the only way to win is to hang your opponent over the top rope until he loses consciousness.
The arena darkens as Terrible by the Insane Clown Posse comes over the PA and neon green strobe lights flash into the crowd. Carlos Smith's face appears on the big screen with red eyes. Psycho comes out from the entrance area wearing a straitjacket followed by Carlos himself. The two make their way to the ring. Once inside, Carlos releases the straitjacket and Psycho stands in the middle of the ring screaming. Carlos barks some orders before going to the outside to manage Psycho.
The lights in the arena go black and the fans get excited as cameras flash all around. Suddenly, a gigantic lightning bolt comes down from the ceiling and hits the rampway and engulfs into flames for just a moment. The beginning chords of Walk With me in Hell by LAMB OF GOD begins to play as the lights turn dark red. The song speeds up as Peter Gilmour comes out wearing a long red cloak with no hood. Peter sees the flames in front of him and goes right through it with no fear of getting severely burned by the intense heat. Peter rolls his eyes to the back of his head as blood begins to come out and the camera cuts to some fans who are scared to death of what they are seeing. Peter gets into the middle of the ring and throws up a "X" as fire emits from the turnbuckles.
Dave Connors is doing the refereeing duty for the second match in a row, and brings Psycho and Peter together in the middle of the ring to go over the rules. Both men look at each other and you can cut the tension with a knife. The referee finishes explaining the rules and tries to start the match, but Peter and Psycho are staring holes into each other. Peter gives a slight chuckle then says something to Psycho which if u can read lips can be heard as saying, "You're dead meat." Psycho takes exception to this, and slaps Peter hard in the face. Peter holds his face and begins to laugh wickedly.
(JB) Man that had to hurt.
(Tom) Psycho just bitch slapped Peter. Peter isn’t going to take that lying down.
(JB) But why was he laughing? Seems like Peter actually enjoys pain.
(Tom) Oh shut up JB, when your wife smacks you, you cry like a little BABY.
(JB) . . .
The bell rings and Peter goes right after Psycho, but psycho sees the move and trips Peter with a side heel trip as Peter's face smashes into the mat. Psycho goes right on the offensive as he bashes Peter's face into the mat about 5 times. Peter seems groggy and lays on the mat. Psycho goes over to the ropes and looks to go for a Hollywood Hogan leg drop but Max trips him. Carlos comes over but the referee goes outside and stops Carlos and Max from starting a big fight. In a shocking twist, he throws BOTH Carlos and Max out. Both men are pissed as the fans in Vancouver boo vehemently.
(Tom) I don’t blame these losers in Canada for booing. Max did nothing wrong. Dave Connors must be the worst referee in history.
(JB) Are you blind? Dave Connors saw all of that and he made the right call.
(Tom) What match are YOU watching?
Peter sees Max leaving and screams for him. Psycho starts to stand up and has a chair in hand. Peter finally turns around and gets his skull caved in by a wicked chair shot by Psycho. The chair is completely bent beyond repair and Psycho slams it down. We can see a trickle of blood coming from the top of Peter's head. Like a shark who smells blood, Psycho exploits the cut and begins to bash the wound on Peter's head to open it up. The referee can't do much because this match is NO DQ. After finishing punching Peter's brains out, Peter is now a crimson mask. Blood is pouring out of the Xtreme Icon's face. Psycho picks Peter up and sends him into the corner. He tries to go for a big splash but Peter moves and Psycho hits the ring post with his head. Peter goes to the outside to catch his breath and finds his trusty kendo stick.
(JB) Peter looking for a weapon now.
(Tom) Time to take out the trash.
Peter gets back into the ring and stalks Psycho. He yells for Psycho to get up. Psycho, dazed and confused gets up and is met with a wicked shot to the head by Peter.
(JB) MY GOD WHAT A SHOT! THAT CANE SPLIT INTO 4 PIECES!!
(Tom) That was brutal!
Psycho is down and busted wide open. Blood is gushing out of his head. Peter looks at the rope in the corner and goes over to it. He picks it up and signals to the crowd that this may be the end. He puts the noose around Psycho but Psycho rolls him up. However, there are no pin falls or submissions in this match.
(Tom) What an idiot. Going for the cover when there are none.
(JB) Psycho has lost a ton of blood. He can’t see or think straight.
(Tom) That's a first.
Peter kicks out and smacks Psycho in the face then kicks him in the stomach doubling him over. He then tries to go for the Fatal Sins but is back dropped by Psycho to the floor. Psycho goes outside and starts to bash Peter in the back with forearm shots. He takes Peter and whips him into the fan barricade and Peter does a complete flip over the barricade. The ref follows Psycho over the rail and the fight is on in the crowd.
(JB) This is going to get ugly.
(Tom) Just like these fans.
(JB) Will you stop?!
Psycho takes Peter through the crowd and punches him some more. Both men are a bloody mess. Psycho whips Peter into the stage. He charges at Peter, but peter tosses him high above his shoulders and onto a part of the set on the side of the stage. Peter grabs the noose and goes to where Psycho is laid out. Peter picks Psycho up and hits the GILMOUR CUTTER on the stage. He then makes a cut throat signal and then hooks Psycho's neck with the noose and proceeds to drag Psycho to a steel part of the set. He wraps the rope around the structure and then begins to pull as Psycho is lifted up and is being hung right on top of the steel structure. Peter laughs wickedly as Dave Connors tried to get Peter to stop as he can't win this way.
(JB) Someone stop Peter, he's going to kill Psycho.
(Tom) Let him do it. One less "psycho" to deal with.
Eventually Dave Connors gets Peter to release Psycho and Psycho crumbles to the ground breathing heavily. Peter scans the crowd as they give him a mixed reaction. Peter then drags Psycho to the ring and throws him inside. taking his time to get in, Psycho somehow gets a adrenaline rush and knees Peter in the gut doubling him over in between the ropes. Psycho's eyes bulge out as he then hits a sick DDT through the ropes. Both men are down as Dave Connors checks on them. Psycho gets up after a while and then takes the noose of his neck and puts it on Peter. He gets it around Peter's neck then hits the PSYCHO DRIVER in the middle of the ring. Psycho gets up and stretches his arms out and screams as the crowd goes nuts.
(JB) PSYCHO DRIVER!! This one's about over.
(Tom) Damn! Get up Peter!!
Psycho has the rope now and drags Peter over to the rope facing the stage. He throws Peter over the top rope and Peter is now being hung. Dave Connors checks on Peter as he is trying to get some air as he is struggling to break free. After a while, Peter begins to fade.
(JB) Peter's fading fast. Psycho is going to do it!
(Tom) Not so fast JB, look at Peter.
Out of nowhere, a masked person comes from under the ring and smacks Psycho in the back with a barbed wire chair. Psycho lets go of the rope as Peter crashes to the floor in a heap. Psycho's back is bloodied up. The masked person lays the chair in the middle of the ring. The masked person Psycho up and hits a sick spinebuster on the chair full of barbed wire. Psycho screams in pain as Peter finally gets his breath and enters the ring. He sees the masked person and begins to laugh wickedly.
(JB) What the hell, is Peter forming a union with this masked person?
(Tom) I don't know JB, this is weird. It seems that Peter and this masked person know each other.
The masked entity goes out of the ring as Peter picks up Psycho who is covered in blood from his head to this back and then hits the FORSAKEN on the barbed wire chair as Psycho looks to be out of it. Peter senses this and throws Psycho over the top rope and pulls back hard. Dave Connors checks on Psycho and signals for the bell quickly as Psycho's eyes roll back into his head.
(Troy) You're winner of the match, the XTREME ICON PETERR GILMOURR!
(JB) Peter wins again over Psycho. This feud is finally over! …WAIT A MINUTE STOP HIM!
Peter continues to pull harder on the rope as Psycho is losing consciousness. Dave Connors tries to get Peter off but Peter shoves him to the ground hard. Dave calls on security, road agents and more referees to help out but Peter is too strong and he knocks most of them down. Eventually, they get Peter off and Peter sits in the ring laughing. We see Psycho on the floor bloodied and barely breathing. One of the referees throws up the "X" symbol notifying the EMT's to come down. They come down and check on Psycho who is not breathing much. They get him on the stretcher, put a oxygen tube over him and wheel him out of the arena.
(JB) I hope this feud is over. If these two face off one more time, someone will die!
(Tom) Don't worry JB, it's over. Psycho won't be coming back for a while, thanks to Peter.
Bear Claw
Cut backstage. Trevor Cunning is pacing back and forth, muttering under his breath. He’s got on his signature polo shirt – only one, not multilayered – and the collar isn’t popped. His NAFW Tag Team Championship belt is strapped tightly to his waist, and it’s even polished. And in his hand? No, not a bottle of Jack Daniels, but a nice refreshing bottle of Aquafina water.
Brian McJohnson, munching a bear claw donut, walks by the distressed Cunning.
(Trevor) Hey Fatty McGee!
The younger McJohnson turns around.
(Brian) What do you want? You got any more booze?
(Trevor) Can it, pie-muncher. Where is my partner? Have you seen him around? He was supposed to have arrived by now.
(Brian) You mean you didn’t see or hear? He arrived all right – then that Henderson guy took him away with a bunch of cops!
Cunning looks shocked. The Godfather steps up closer to the tubby intern and grabs him by his t-shirt under the throat. Brian drops his bear claw donut in fear.
(Trevor) What do you mean? Was he arrested? Where’d they take him?
Brian starts stuttering, feeling the imminent threat of Cunning’s fist.
(Brian) Uh… umm… No… He… He wasn’t arrested….. They uh…. took him back to some room here… I uh…. don't know where though!
Cunning lets out a groan and shoves McJohnson aside before walking off the scene. Brian, of course, picks his donut off the floor and keeps eating it. Fade out.
(JB) That’s what Cunning gets for spending his time drinking instead of watching the monitors backstage!
(Tom) Aha! This is where you’re wrong JB. Cunning is clearly as dry as the dessert. We had lunch earlier this week and he told me he was going to quit cold turkey!
(JB) Interesting, to say the least. Do you often have lunch dates with other men?
(Tom) Only when your mother isn’t available, Mannhole.
(Troy) This match is scheduled for one fall. The first man up... He hails from Waco, Texas. Coming in at six foot two and two hundred and forty-five pounds. He is the "THE BORN WARRIOR" ASHLEY COLLIER!
Collier slowly walks out to the ring with his black and gold robe. He looks at a few of the fans and threatens to backhand a few of them, as his taped fists with KTFO are showing on the camera. He heads up the steps and goes between the ropes into the ring.
He goes to the front of the ring and raises his fists in the air. The crowd lets out a thunderous boo. Ashley gives the folks the ol' Sicilian curse and tries to spook the referee.
(JB) This is the third match of the evening, Bear. And just from the tone of the day, we haven't heard anything from Alejandro, except for his promotional video.
(Tom) And as much as I hate Alejandro, when he's NOT talking, is when he's the most dangerous. You don't know what that psycho is thinking. However, I think Collier can handle him.
(JB) But there's that X factor. We've not seen or heard Jaime all night. Usually he's up for a talk, but he's not even been seen.
(Tom) He's probably scared out of his mind, and won't show up.
(JB) You actually believe that?
(Tom) No, but it sounded good...
The lights suddenly cut off
(JB) I think he's answering that call for you, Bear...
Blue lights start strobing all around
(Troy) His opponent. From San Antonio, Texas. Coming in at six foot four and two hundred and sixty five pounds. He is "THE SAINT" JAIME ALEJANDRO!
A grim voice starts up on screen.
You want a revolution...
He'll give you one.
The guitars crank up and we start hearing Corey Glover and Living Colour...
Look into my eyes, what do you see?
Cult of personality
The video starts up with Jaime Alejandro crashing into VYC via the .77, as we see this, the one word "SAINT" appears on screen.
I know your anger, i know your dreams
I've been everything you want to be
I'm the cult of personality
The next clip starts up with Mike Lane tapping out to to the WesTF. At this moment, Jaime walks out onto the stage in black trunks. His hair is completely soaked, as we pan in on him. He's glaring at the stage.
Like mussolini and kennedy
I'm the cult of personality
Cult of personality
Cult of personality
The next clip shows the Intruder being thrown off the stage in a casket, as the name of Jaime Alejandro flashes on the screen. As it does, Jaime slaps his chest hard a few times and then pumps his fist in the air to signal a huge blue pyro wall.
Neon lights, a nobel prize
The mirror speaks, the reflection lies
You don't have to follow me
Only you can set me free
Various clips ranging from his war with Keith Owens to his brawl with Trevor Cunning. He methodically walks down to the ring and stops at the middle of the apron. He pulls himself up slowly and looks inside the ring.
I sell the things you need to be
I'm the smiling face on your t.v.
I'm the cult of personality
He clings onto the ropes with his hands and flips himself into the ring, landing on his feet.
I exploit you, still you love me
I tell you one and one makes three
I'm the cult of personality
Jaime looks at his opponent and shakes his head at him. And mouths off the words of, "You're mine, bitch."
(JB) Jaime appearing in the all black tonight, as the lights come back to normal. And he looks all business.
(Tom) He needs to be. Collier's just going to deliver a one-two punch and back into retirement for the old bastard.
As Bear says that, Richie Howard already has the first problem of the night as Jaime goes up and slaps Ashley upside the head. And of course, the yell of "Man up, bitch!"
(JB) The bell hasn't even been stricken, and Jaime's already ticked off.
(Tom) He cheap shotted Collier, throw it out!
(JB) Not happening, Bear...
Richie Howard calls for the bell, as both men circle the ring sizing each other up. Alejandro raises out his hand, looking for the Greco-Roman lockup. Collier looks very hesitant in going for it. Jaime waves it off and challenges him again.
(Tom) Collier isn't ready to lock it up yet. Not that I'd blame him. When it comes to wrestling skill, it's begrudgingly advantage for Jaime.
(JB) Collier isn't wanting to get into a grapple war at all. As Bear has said, Jaime's got the advantage in this situation.
Collier goes for the lockup, but gets the early jump with a kick to the gut. From here, he capitalizes with a few jabs. Jaime is staggering backwards into the ropes as Ashley lays his shots into him. Of course, Collier takes the safe bet and goes in for a head lock.
(JB) Collier getting smart, Bear. He's slowing the bigger man down.
(Tom) As much hell as I give Jaime, the truth is, if you don't slow him down, he's like the Juggernaut. He builds that momentum, and then, your night is screwed. Much like my nights with your mom, Mann-wheel...
(JB) By Gord, can we go one match without you mentioning my mother...
(Tom) Probably not...
Collier grinds in the headlock a bit more. He raises Jaime up for leverage to get in a better grip. He tries for a grip, but Jaime has enough leverage for a push off. Collier goes into the opposite ropes and comes back hoping for a turnaround. Instead, he collides with a Harley Race Jumping Knee from Jaime.
(JB) Jaime going back to the old school of wrestling with that knee.
(Tom) Alright, I'll give him that. He's gotten a little better at his routine, but Collier's in better condition than he is.
(JB) We'll see, Bear...
Jaime slowly picks up Collier and attempts to throw him to the ropes again. Instead, Collier stalls him and stops the attempt. Jaime tries again, only to get thrown himself. He takes a hard bounce into the ropes into a waiting Collier who drops down. Alejandro can't catch him, due to too much momentum.
(Tom) Ashley's got him!
Collier takes him up and over for a back drop. Jaime slaps into the mat hard. Of course, the big man is raising up and holding his back. Yet, he doesn't have the time to recover any strength, as Collier plants a hard kick into his back.
(JB) Collier taking a page from Jaime's book, Bear. As he delivers that hard soccer kick into the back.
(Tom) He's going to have to take it to Alejandro, Mann-wheel. If he doesn't, Jaime is a veteran. I don't like him much, but he's still older and smarter.
(JB) Which is probably why Collier is going hard right now.
He tries to get Jaime up for a backbreaker. But Jaime is stalling him massively. He tries again, but Jaime has a bit too much. Instead, Collier is trying for a bear hug onto the small of the back. Jaime is cringing in pain a bit...
(Tom) Keep that pressure on, Ashley!
(JB) Grounding the big man and keeping his strength at bay. Jaime is still a powerhouse, even at his smaller size, Bear.
Jaime is trying to shake it off, to no avail. Ashley is cranking on the pressure. The crowd is getting impatient and starts clapping. As they do, Jaime steadies himself. He plants one hard head butt into Collier's skull.
(Tom) No! He's going to hurt himself doing that. And then, he'll lose the three brain cells he barely has!
(JB) Alejandro using that famous "hard head" that you say he's got, Bear. Can Ashley last?
Alejandro again with a head butt. But Collier hangs on yet again. With frustration building in, Jaime repeatedly gives Collier a series of head butts until the hug is unlocked.
(JB) Collier lets go, Bear. It was too much for him.
(Tom) Dammit! New strategy, Ashley!
He doesn't get enough time to even try that, as Jaime pulls him in and whips him to the ropes. Collier goes into the opposite ropes and comes back. The big man leap frogs him!
(JB) What the... I saw it last week, and I still can't believe it this week!
(Tom) That big bastard just pulled himself over Collier! How?!!
(JB) I don't know, either. He just did, and look out!
Collier comes back to duck under a Jaime short clothesline. He pulls himself up to meet a huge side kick to his jaw! Collier falls backwards to the ground. Wasting no time, the big man goes to a perpendicular rope to Collier and springboards himself into a moonsault!
1. 2... KICKOUT!
(Tom) He's not done yet. Jaime can't put him away that easily, Mannwich!
(JB) Jaime showing more of that scary agility, but not enough to get Collier around.
(Tom) That should've taken a bit out of that psycho. Let's hope that Collier can make something from it.
Collier pulls himself up holding his ribs gingerly. Jaime pulls himself up and looks over at Howard, who's giving him the "TWO" sign. Jaime shakes his head and goes onto Collier, firing those hard rights and lefts. Howard starts yelling a five count, and Jaime pulls off at four.
He sits up Collier and runs to the opposite rope. On the return, he pulls himself up and over for the Mr. Perfect Snap Neckbreaker.
(JB) Jaime with the flip pushing neckbreaker perfected by the late Curt Hennig.
(Tom) It's like he's taking his skills to another level, Mann! Where the hell did this drunk learn this stuff?!!
(JB) Amazing what you learn when you're not drunk anymore.
Collier is holding his neck after getting the chin snapped into his chest hard. Jaime picks up Collier again and carries him over into a snap suplex. Again, he doesn't give him time to recover. Jaime puts him into a pinning situation.
He gets a 1, as Collier kicks up and pushes him over. Collier pulls himself up and stands toe to toe with Jaime. He pulls off a right, and gets a return from Jaime. Both men start throwing the fists.
(Tom) Both of them are wanting to whip the hell out of each other, Mannwheel!
(JB) Seems this is turning into a brawl, because Collier wants to stay in this match.
(Tom) Collier knows that Jaime can't hang in a punching match!
Collier backs up Jaime with a series of hits. He then slings Jaime to the opposite ropes. Collier vaults himself into the near rope, looking for the running clothesline. Both men meet, and Jaime takes him around for the misdirection powerslam!
(JB) Jaime's in the ballgame again! Misdirection powerslam in the middle of the ring.
(Tom) No! This isn't how it's going to end! Collier is the better athlete! He's supposed to win this minutes ago!
(JB) Tell that to the man dragging Collier to a corner...
Alejandro is indeed pulling Collier to a corner. He lifts up Collier and pushes him into the corner. Jaime goes to the opposite corner...
(JB) Bear... I know you don't want to hear this...
(Tom) Shove it, Mannwagon.
Jaime comes back hard with the 50 Caliber Kick to Collier's jaw! Collier slumps over a bit into a waiting Jaime. Jaime lifts him up over the shoulders, and Collier is looking down to his final place.
(JB) He's going for the kill, Bear.
Jaime scoots his feet backwards and drives Collier down hard into the mat!
(JB) CRIMSON REVOLVER!
(Tom) Dammit! This isn't... What the hell is he doing?!!
(JB) He's not done!
Jaime pulls himself over into a backward roll and changes direction. From here, he deadlifts Collier up into a powerful fallaway slam that smears him into the corner.
(JB) REVOLUTION... OH MY GOD...
(Tom) NO! Someone DQ that bastard!
(JB) He peels Collier out, but I don't think Collier is moving...
He pulls out Collier and covers him.
1. 2. 3.
Jaime looks up at Howard as he sees the hand hit for the third time.
(JB) Alejandro with the win, as he pulls out Revolution. A move he doesn't use often, unless he means it.
(Tom) We might need medical attention for Collier, Mann... Jaime just went nuts in that ring.
(JB) After all he's heard and had to take, you would too.
Howard raises Jaime's hand as the trainers slowly help out Collier.
(Troy) Your winner. JAIME ALEJANDRO!
Jaime looks at the entrance, with a look of intensity, almost like he's waiting for something. He looks right at the camera.
(Jaime) All you little bookers, listen up: I want only one thing. Give me a damn challenge. Not some two bit punk like the bitch they're scraping out.
Give me someone who knows how to man the f(beep) up.
He pulls himself over the rope and lands on the floor. Slowly he looks around at the shocked crowd and starts walking.
(JB) Jaime's not in a good mood, Bear. And that's not good news for anyone in the NAFW.
(Tom) The true psycho of the NAFW is back. The bad news, he's not in the business of making friends right now. He's sending out a punk card to the locker room.
(JB) ...and I know plenty who would answer it.
Safe and Sounding Off
Backstage. We're in front of a small set where a large plate glass window hangs on the wall broken (as if someone said "Indeed" with a certain guy from Alberta who shares his name with a towel nearby), with the shattered letters completing the Breaking Point logo spanning across it. In short, it's basically a generic promo background. Standing in front of the GPB are John Mills and Spaz.
Spaz is in his wrestling clothes now, having changed into his usual cargo pants and "SpaZ" throwback T-shirt. But the Oakleys remain, as always.
(John) Thank you for speaking with me, Spaz.
Spaz nods.
(Spaz) Sorry about earlier, John... It's been a long couple of days and I've got a lot on my mind.
(John) Not a problem. Now, I've heard that you have some good news?
Spaz nods again. But despite the fact that he has good news, he doesn't smile.
(Spaz) I do. My sister Krystin has been found. She wasn't hurt, and she's back home, safe and sound.
If Spaz isn't going to smile about it, Mills will.
(John) I'm sure I speak for everyone here tonight when I say that's wonderful news!
Spaz stares at Mills. Even with the Oakleys obscuring his eyes, it's clear that Spaz has taken issue with something Mills just said.
(Spaz) That's where you're wrong, John. There's one person here tonight that would rather I'd not found Krystin and taken her back home safe.
John seems to understand.
(John) Her abductor.
(Spaz) Mike Lane. That sorry excuse for a human being took my sister. He took my innocent sister, trying to get to me. To get under my skin. Well, you know what, John? It worked. That bastard pissed me off.
Pause. Spaz looks to the camera, as Mills takes a step back, now holding the microphone at arm's length.
(Spaz) Krystin's home safe, Mike. You're lucky in that respect, because I was prepared to go as far as I had to, to force her whereabouts out of you.
This is the moment where the sunglasses come off. Spaz stares straight into the camera, as if he were looking into Mike Lane's eyes. The anger is clear in those eyes.
(Spaz) I won't have to do that now... But you're not going to get off easy, Mike. You've put me through hell for a long time. And worse, you put my sister through hell the past few weeks. Tonight I pay you back for all of it.
For the first time, we get a small hint of a smile out of Spaz.
(Spaz) There's this saying... "Revenge is a dish best served cold." Well Mike, I've got a bit of a different take on it for you. Tonight, I'm going to prove that revenge is really a dish best served Sweet.
With that, Spaz turns and leaves the GPB area, and we're done here.
(JB) Well I'm glad that Krystin Thomas is home safe, Bear.
(Tom) Me too. I wouldn't want a hot young lady like that to be tied up... Although there may be some situations...
(JB) Do us all a favor, Bear, and keep the rest of that thought to yourself.
(Tom) I may need a few minutes in the bathroom to finish this thought.
(JB) More like a few seconds.
(Tom) Wow. I... Wow.
(JB) Tom Kalhoun is speechless. Folks, this happens very rarely. Enjoy it while it lasts.
Not Quite Over, Is It?
For the second time tonight, the NAFWtron starts to flicker and the sound of static fills the arena. The screen now shows a frozen image of where Part 1 of our little flashback piece left off.
(JB) Not this again...
(Tom) Yeah, damnit. Heatwave shouldn't have to go through this again.
He trails off as behind the champ and his family, Maxwell Thatcher and Renshaw Prescott hop over the railing and slide into the ring. Nicole and Ian are the first to notice their arrival, but by the time Heatwave turns to notice, it's too late. They're already on top of the champ and pounding away on him with fists ablaze. Nicole instinctively grabs her son and gets out of harm's way, as they retreat to the opposite side of the ring.
JR: Damnit! Those vultures have gotten the jump on our World Champion.
GR: Again I say, Heatwave's my dog, but he should've thought twice before he cursed the ECC and Aarons. You reap what you sow, Jack.
JR: Reap what you sow? Heatwave doesn't deserve this! Not in front of his wife and kid!
GR: Who are you to say for sure?
Heatwave absorbs one more blow to the rib section before he sees through an opening between the two, the look of horror on the faces of his wife and son on the opposite side of the ring. He finally taps into that reserve tank of his and fires back with rights for both men, as the fans get behind the champ. He staggers both men backwards with right hands and quick open hand chops before Prescott responds with a savage kidney shot followed up by a savage boot to the face by Thatcher. It's here that Nicole springs out of the corner, throwing herself on top of her husband's prone body in an attempt to stop any further action which could result in him being seriously injured. Thatcher and Prescott stare at each other before looking down at Nicole. It should be pointed out that Ian's in the corner crying his eyes out, as you can obviously guess that seeing his father beaten to a pulp by two men bigger than he is doesn't exactly give you much reason to smile.
JR: Oh no...don't tell me that...
OSV: HEY!!! Don't you ,i>DARE lay a finger on her!!!
The footage stops there, as Heatwave comes storming out onto the ramp in his fighting attire with his old Nebraska football jersey on and a mic in his hand.
(Heatwave) Real cute, Len, real fucking cute. So you want to go ahead and have this aired again? Traumatize my wife by showing the night you broke her neck? No way, not happenin' holmes. Get that crap off the screen, NOW!
The NAFWtron goes black as he smiles and the fans boo.
(Heatwave) You try to air the remainder of this and...
"And what Heatwave? Whatcha gonna do? Set me on fire again? Gonna be kinda hard to do with the lights being on and what not."
Heatwave starts to look around, trying to pinpoint the exact location of his nemesis before L's image appears on the NAFWtron. L looks down at his former friend and protege as it were, whistling to get his attention as Heatwave looks up and L waves at him playfully.
(Illtown) Hey ole chap, how's it goin? I figured you'd try to pull some crap like this, but hey. You showed your half of the story right before you got to unmask yourself and well, I felt obligated to show the people just why they're going to hear you say the words 'I Quit' tonight.
Pop.
(Illtown) So yeah, before you come out and get the asskicking of your career, I will air the final part of this and guess what? There's not a thing you can do about it.
Heatwave mouths the words 'we'll see about that bitch' before storming off as he drops the microphone. L simply smirks as he shakes his head, sighing as he says...
(Illtown) Poor bastard...he won't stop it...or me.
His wink is the final thing we see before the NAFWtron goes black.
(JB) It looks like Heatwave's going to try and find Aarons to stop the final part of this video from airing.
(Tom) I hope he does and I hope he breaks Aarons in half. How dare he try to show that footage again.
Feud Recap Video
The screen fades to black, and then flashes awake with a massive burst of pyro. Beat. Pyro. Beat. Masato Kabashi makes his way down the ramp, following closely by Derek Clarke – a picture from a happier time. This is a flashback. Cue a string of highlights from the two’s dominant Tag Team Championship reign, to an inspirational rock instrumental. Kabashi tags Clarke. Clarke tags Kabashi. Clarke and Vedder dump an Igloo full of Gatorade over Masato’s head. Everybody laughs because everybody’s happy. It’s simple.
And then the screen turns red. The music spoils. Clarke and Jeremy Lewis turn on Masato, and Mad Dawg makes the save. It’s a strange memory. The Championships are split, and the feud escalates. Both teams are taken to their limits in a 3 Wishes match; lost focus on the prize, spent too much time fighting one another … and the prize slipped away. We remember these things because that was the last time we would see Derek for a long time.
With Kabashi back in Japan, his injuries forcing him into a six-month retirement, the Foundation didn’t want a kid … didn’t have any use for Derek, and he went elsewhere rather than be thought of as “the kid who rode Kabashi’s coattails” – than to be the undercard. Cougar had very little to say, and Derek disappeared into the Indy circuit. All things we see in front of us on the screen; pumping iron in a basement, figuring himself out in an armory … becoming his own man.
Clarke’s re-debut. The music changes again, showing win after win against guys who shouldn’t even be wrestling. The conspiracy uncovered, even the match with Andy – his only friend, the only one who understood what it meant to be under-booked. It was all a lie, orchestrated by his uncle and manager. They wanted him to pace himself, to get used to the league again; they didn’t want it to crush him if he lost. He’d only ever lost 3 Wishes. He’s still only lost 3 Wishes. They didn’t trust him to make that decision himself, and that was it. The bubble burst.
Derek gets in the commissioner’s face. Buchanan is displeased, acts strange … decides that, if Derek wants a test, he’s going to get a test. But there’s a reward: try hard enough, and you can have that Wish you lost a long time ago. Survive five minutes in the ring with some of today’s top talent, make it to the end of the rainbow … and maybe you’ll come full circle.
The Mexican Toiletries. The Trust Fund Kids. Alejandro and Collier. It should have been impossible. Through luck and skill and opportunity, Derek survived. That means something. Even when the titles were gone, he’s always survived; he was always good enough to do it. It wasn’t Kabashi. It was Derek, too. Let it roll off your tongue: it was Derek, too. And if you don’t “get” what that means, if you wish that Clarke would just get this over already … then I can’t explain it to you. Full circle. Coming of age. Paying dues. And, for one night only … the opportunity for Derek to get the four-hundred and fifty pound monkey called Masato Kabashi off his back forever, to finally feel the sun outside Masato’s shadow.
To prove that he’s his own man.
“When All Is Said” by Trapt. It fits the entrance: Derek Clarke marches down the ramp, adjusting his elbow pads. They reach out their hands, but he walks on. His jaw is set, not even sure if they love him or hate him. It doesn’t matter. He can’t hear them over the sound of his heart beating, of the biggest moment of his life. Derek’s come a long way, and all that matters is the ring.
(JB) And what a change we’ve witnessed in this young man, ladies and gentlemen! When I first saw Derek Clarke, he a nice, clean-cut young man who had a lot of potential …
(Tom) He STILL has a lot of potential, JB! Just because he’s got a little beard-stubble doesn’t mean he’s a card-carrying member of the J.O.B. Squad!
Clarke rolls into the ring and takes a cursory bounce off the ropes, testing their elasticity. Those elbow pads really seem to be bothering him, as well, like they’re too loose or something; or something … like, maybe he’s nervous. A lot of pro wrestling is hyperbole, but there aren’t words to describe how important this match is in either defining Derek as a face of the future or proving everyone else right.
(JB) I know that, Bear, and if you’d let me finish my damn sentences once in awhile, I would have said: … a lot of potential to be one of the best this sport has ever seen! Derek’s had his strings pulled, for better or for worse, and all his trials boil down to this … here, tonight … as he tries to survive one last challenge match against the very man who helped make him what he is today, Kabashi 10!
As if on cue: the Japanese national anthem. Kabashi steps out onto the ramp, and the crowd explodes. Fans might have a short memory, but the gentle giant was a Tag Team Champion for over six months and defended it like a madman. That’s a hefty chunk, and nostalgia wants these fans to show him their thanks. He looks good, like he hasn’t missed a step – might’ve even lost some weight. Behind him is the seven-foot-tall behemoth known as the Zoid, other physical description supplanted by the awe he’s owed for his tremendous size.
(Tom) Don’t forget the Zoid, either, Mannhole! Derek would’ve never been Kabashi’s partner if not for the Zoid getting injured just prior to their North American debut! All those times we saw Derek winning with Masato … it could’ve been the Zoid, and you can damn well bet the old man’s bitter about it!
The original Far and Wide take a few steps forward, basking in the applause … before Masato suddenly stops, and puts an arm out to stop his partner. This is the first time he’s seen Derek since 3 Wishes, and their eyes meet across the expanse of the ramp; from this far, they say a lot. Even after all this time, there’s something in air: anger, hurt, betrayal. Derek was mad then because he would never be anything but “Masato’s partner,” and no matter what he’s done … He’s still mad about it, and tonight … Tonight, for the both of them, this is one grudge that needs to be settled.
(Tom) What?! What’s that idiot doing?!
(JB) It looks like he’s talking it over with the Zoid!
(Tom) Talking WHAT over?!
(JB) I don’t know, Tom, but the Zoid’s shaking his head. He’s … Masato’s sending the Zoid to the back! It looks like Masato Kabashi and Derek Clarke will be going one-on-one here!
(Tom) He can’t do that…! The commissioner…!
(JB) It appears he can, Bear! There’s only one man making his way to the ring right now … and that man is Kabashi 10!
Derek glares at the referee, Phil Redding, who apparently has no idea what’s going on; Clarke then grabs the ref and pushes him towards the ropes, yelling for Masato to get the Zoid back out here so they can have their match. Redding drops to his belly and rolls out, trying to stop Kabashi from getting to the ring until he’s got a partner … as stipulated by the contract. They signed on for this.
(JB) I’ve seen it all, folks…! Derek Clarke is actually upset that he’s going to be facing Kabashi one-on-one!
(Tom) Kid’s got a lot to prove, Mann-Oh!
Masato finally convinces Redding that this wouldn’t be the first tag team match to proceed without one of the participants and, based on the precedent, the ref has no alternative but to concede. Derek looks unhappy, really wanting to prove that he could stand up to both members of F’NW … but what’s done is done and the match gets underway.
5:00
(JB) Things starting out slowly here … You’d think that Derek would have words for his old partner, but they haven’t said a single word to one another! The clock’s rolling and Derek could very well be five minutes away from the Wish of a lifetime!
(Tom) But that’s not what he wants, JB! The Wish isn’t as important as proving he could take them both on!
(JB) He might not even be able to take Kabashi by himself!
(Tom) Well … we’ll never know now, will we?!
Kabashi and Clarke spend a good couple of seconds circling one another before locking up; 10 throws Clarke like a sack of potatoes but Derek is up and at him in an instant with another. Two more Collar and Elbows, and two more throwdowns later, Kabashi frowns at his opponent and tells him – we can see his lips moving – that it doesn’t have to be this way. Clarke slaps him, lost in his anger. Derek’s entire career has been building to this … to this Breaking Point, fittingly enough … and everything in him is coming out in a rapid fire rush of closed-fist punches.
Kabashi takes a step or two back before finally blocking Derek’s full-frontal assault, and uses his size to Clothesline the smaller man to the mat. Clarke’s back up in a hiccup and Kabashi sends him flying into the opposite ropes … ducks another Clothesline … Flying Forearm Smash!
(JB) Derek’s back on him like a man on a mission and … I’ve never seen him fight this way! Masato is at least twice his size … but Clarke’s not gonna give any ground!
(Tom) It’s not the dog, JB. It’s the size of his bite!
4:15
Derek follows the Smash up with a High Flipping Dropkick, knocking the Big Man off balance. Kabashi stumbles backwards into the ropes, but Derek isn’t going to give him any breathing room. Racing at his opponent, DC all but telegraphs another Forearm Smash … allowing Masato to lower his shoulder and send Clarke up and over the top rope with a Back Body Drop. The crowd cringes upon impact, the sickening thud of Derek hitting the protective mats outside.
(Tom) That’s what you get when you start reacting instead of thinking!
(JB) Derek took a hard landing for his zeal, that’s for sure!
3:45
For a man his size, Masato nimbly steps down to the outside, where Derek is crawling back to his feet after having his bell rung. Kabashi pulls him up by his hair and rolls him back into the ring, taking advantage of Clarke’s misstep only to get him back to a pin-able zone. Other wrestlers might toss their foes into the barricade or the steps … but not Kabashi. Not to Clarke.
Masato’s back in and pulling Clarke to his feet … only to be rewarded with an eye poke, much to the chagrin of the crowd. Even the commentators mention how out-of-character it is, though the arena’s too loud for us to hear them (or really pay attention to the white noise that is poorly written commentary). Clarke bends down and wraps his arms around Kabashi’s waist, calling upon on the strength in his body to lift the Big Man off his feet and into the air: a Side-Suplex for the Ages.
(JB) I don’t believe my eyes! It must have taken everything in that boy to suplex Kabashi!
3:15
Both men lay there for a moment, breathing heavily; Derek because 10’s one heavy son of a bitch and Kabashi because he’s not used to being taken off his feet. That’s a pretty rough ride for someone who’s not used to taking it. Then: back to their feet, tie-up … Clarke squirms in behind Kabashi and does it again! Side Suplex for the Ages, Part Deux! And this one had some pretty high elevation for what was being done, really showing the hard work Clarke’s put in to training for this match.
(JB) Unorthodox approach to the offense by Clarke … but it seems to be working! He seems to have thrown Kabashi completely off his game plan, and the clock keeps ticking!
(Tom) Completely off his game plan until Clarkey-Boy pulls a muscle in his back! That’s dangerous business!
2:50
Both back to their feet, although a little less energetic after having been pounded into the mat a couple of times: trading punches … trading punches … Clarke tries to whip Kabashi into the corner, but the Big Man counters with a whip of his own and Clarke lands hard against the post. Masato runs in with a Splash, and then throws the groggy Clarke into the opposite turnbuckle – where, again, he lands hard enough to take the wind out of him. Kabashi comes barreling in for another Splash … but Clarke rolls out of the way and 10 is left clutching his chest in pain where he jumped and skewered himself. Derek uses this opportunity to jump on his opponent’s back and lock in a crazy man’s Sleeper.
2:00
Kabashi struggles and struggles, but it appears as though Derek might have gotten the better of him. He’s really got that Sleeper synched in, and just when it looks like DC might get the W … one last surge of energy sends them both falling backward into the turnbuckle, effectively breaking the hold. Derek tries to regain his momentum … but all he gets is a big Standing Sidekick for his troubles. Kid drops like a sack of hammers, giving Masato an opportunity to catch his breath.
(JB) Both men trying everything in their power to end this thing … but Derek’s got a Heck of a lot more to lose if Kabashi walks away with the win!
(Tom) Kabashi and the Zoid! If Kabashi and the Zoid walk away with the win!
(JB) Bear … the Zoid hasn’t been out here the entire match!
(Tom) I know what the card says, Mann-dolin. If Derek gets beat tonight … it’s because he got beat two-on-one!
1:00
The official is asking Derek if he can continue, to which the former Tag Team Champion tells him to “@#$% off!” It’s pretty clear that he’s good to go, though banged up a bit. Masato and Derek tie up again, leading to Masato throwing Derek into the ropes. Powerslam…! Kabashi 10 pulls his opponent up-and-over and hard into the canvas.
(JB) First pin attempt gets a two and a half, folks! Derek’s still fighting!
:45
(Tom) All he’s got to do is survive for forty-five more seconds! Why isn’t that idiot just running circles around Kabashi? It’s not like that chunky McChunkerson is gonna be able to catch him at a dead sprint!
Clarke pitches a flurry of punches which is finally blocked and met with an equal assault by Kabashi. Derek falls backwards into the ropes, sidesteps a Judo Palm and nails Kabashi across the chest with a Backhand Chop. And then another. We’re keeping an eye on the clock, but Clarke’s not; time is not an option, not so long as he feels the need to provide evidence for his credibility.
:20
Clarke takes a cable bounce and leaps … but Masato catches him mid-air and flips him up over the shoulder, prepping him for the Adiosu Piledriver – something we in this business like to call a “finishing move.”
(Tom) No! Derek, you’re so close…!
The ring shakes as Kabashi sits, burying Derek’s head in the canvas. Adiosu! The crowd has been roused to a frenzy as Masato hooks a leg and rolls over onto the prone Clarke. Everyone’s counting right along with the referee as time begins to expire … One!
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Two!
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Three!
0:00
(JB) The dream is dead…! Clarke has lost the bet with Commissioner Buchanan!
(Tom) I demand a recount!
A buzzer announces the official decision: Masato takes no pleasure in having his hand raised – we kind of wonder why he accepted this job in the first place – but does not immediately disappear into the back. Looking rather glum, Kabashi paces until Derek can shake the stun and stand on his own.
(Tom) What’s that idiot waiting for?! He’s already won! Let’s get on with the show!
(JB) Don’t be so hasty, Tom … I think there’s more than meets the eye here, and I wanna see it play out.
Clarke is full of fire and shame, scowling at Kabashi one moment and then hanging his head the next; he’s in absolute disbelief, having come so far only to fail in the closing seconds of the match of his life. The fact remains, though: everybody was expecting him to survive this gauntleted ordeal and head into Oblivion with a chip on his shoulder … but that’s not quite what happened, is it?
(Kabashi) Derek.
We recognize that broken English as Masato with a wireless. Derek looks none too please.
(Kabashi) Derek, I am sorry.
He’s not mic’d up, otherwise we’d hear Derek say, “To Hell you are!” Derek is scarily antagonistic, like that night he assaulted both Jerry and Cougar. You remember that, right? Ben liked it. Clarke must be curious to hear what else his former partner has to say, though, because he hasn’t lunged for Kabashi’s throat. Yet.
(Kabashi) I only came back because … they told me what happened. Jerry told me about the mistakes he had made and … Derek, there was no wager. They just wanted to make it right, and give you the kind of test you knew you deserved. You have not been dishonored tonight. You were tired from a cycle of shows where the odds were against you. Your mind wasn’t right because of me, because of tonight. I was well-rested and well-trained … but you showed up and gave it your best anyway. You have a venerable soul.
Um … what?
Masato leans over the nearest rope, and the bell man hands him a clipboard.
(Kabashi) Commissioner Buchanan agreed that you had been done wrong, and he also agreed … that this is yours.
(Tom) A Wish!
(JB) So it would seem, Bear! The best apology any commissioner can give!
>Derek narrows his eyes and glares at Kabashi. He doesn’t give the Wish, the clipboard, a second look. The crowd’s buzzing; they’re not sure what to think, whether Derek would flip out again after being manipulated for what seems to be the zillionth time since his comeback. Just when he thought there was no one pulling his strings, Derek finds out differently … and you can imagine how upsetting that might be.
After boring eye-holes in his former partner, Derek violently grabs the Wish and, without a word, starts off towards the back. Masato bows his head, knowing that Clarke would have to deal with this revelation on his own time … but the thought is cut short as Derek suddenly stops, turns on his heel and marches back to Kabashi. Clarke continues to glare, but now his hand has gone up and …
(JB) That’s obscene!
(Tom) That’s great, is what it is! Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to flip Masato Kabashi the bird!
Masato merely watches Derek’s gesture of defiance, regretful for all that’s happened. This lasts for several seconds, the crowd eating it up until DC finally storm offs – still, without a word – and disappears into the back, leaving Kabashi where he stands. It’s not the kind of closure you might expect … but Derek is finally free of the trappings of his past: of Far and Wide, of Kabashi, of Jerry and Cougar. He’s all alone now, just like he wanted, and that Wish…? That Wish is his future.
(JB) And from the ashes rises a phoenix, Tom! I bet we’re gonna hear more about this next week on Annihilation! What does the future hold for Derek Clarke? What’s next for the man without a country?!?
Release
We’re backstage once more, with the camera facing a random office room door in the arena. After a couple of moments, the door opens, and Keith Owens steps out looking a little pale. His shirt and tie are loosened, and he is dragging his gym bag and title belt behind him.
The Difference Maker walks away, but the scene doesn’t end there. Jack Henderson and Detective Gordon step out of the room as well.
(Henderson) So we’re set for later?
(Gordon) Yes sir.
The two men shake hands, and our shot fades out.
(Tom) Manwheel, I still don’t get what’s going on here.
(JB) Your guess is as good as mine.
(Tom) Is Keith still competing tonight?
(JB) Don’t look at me Bear. We’ll try to get someone back there to talk to Owens as soon as we can, and we’ll let you all know as soon as Senator Owens arrives to see if he has anything to do with what happened to Keith tonight.
One Move, Checkmate.
We open in the production truck where producers are getting ready to air the final piece that Aarons is looking to show fans, going back four years ago to May of 2004 to the night where he broke Nicole's neck. Of course back in the arena where we cut back to, a countdown starts on the screen as it starts from 3.
(JB) From the looks of it, I don't think Heatwave's going to make it.
(Tom) He'll stop it. Watch.
For the time being, he does not and we get the conclusion of this footage.
The fans pop a smidge, before they realize that the voice they hear is well, the same one they just heard five minutes ago. Yup and yup, it's still Aarons. He comes out with a mic in one hand and in the other, his barb wire Lendo Stick as he's accompanied to the ring by Vanessa Chamberlain. The boos are instanteous with his arrival as they make their way down to the ring, taking very brisk, yet purposeful strides as Aarons slides inside. He's wearing his 'The Doctor Will Devastate You Now...' t-shirt with some black warmups. He's all smiles as he motions for Prescott and Thatcher to step away from the champ and his wife. He simply stares down, looking at Nicole who's pretty face is covered in tears as you can see the mascara running down her eyes. Vanessa has just hit the stairs as she steps underneath the middle and bottom rope. Aarons just puts his right arm across his chest with his hand close to his heart and mouths 'awww' in a very callous fashion.
Leonard Aarons: Well, isn't this sweet? The wife of the champ at her husband's side to make sure no harm comes to him. If I had any type of emotional heart strings or the ability to feel any type of pity, I'd be moved right about now...
Long, dramatic pause by Aarons who turns away before laughing as he says...
Leonard Aarons: But thankfully I'm not one of you jackasses, so I don't have that problem. Vanessa, if ya please, remove the bitch from the side of the big bitch. I need to say a few syllables to ole Nic.
Vanessa happily complies as she grabs Nicole very roughly off of her husband's prone form by her hair, as she pins both arms behind her back as she's forced to look on. Aarons motions for Thatcher to come over and hold up Heatwave as Maxwell grabs the champ up into a sitting position as Maxwell's massive right hand has Heatwave by his head as he's staring eye to eye with the self professed Doctor of Devastation himself. Aarons crouches down, his left hand wrapped around the middle of the Lendo Stick, his right hand wrapped around the microphone as he waves a very sarcastic hello to his former comrade.
Leonard Aarons: Hiya Heatwave! I realize you're fading in and out of conciousness right now, so I'll get to the point of this whole thing. Now you're probably sitting there right now, thinking 'damn, my remarks are gonna get my ass kicked in front of the people I love the most'. Well...truth is, you'd be only HALF right on that one. See, I think that whole 'beating up a person in front of their loved ones' thing is...dare I say, cliched amongst heels. People see that and ya know, I don't think it really gives them much more reason to hate that heel than they already had.
He shakes his head from side to side.
It doesn't go any further as we hear a commotion and the feed quickly goes to the truck where an irate Heatwave has a guy up by his collar.
(Heatwave) Stop that tape and give it to me, or I'm gonna start making you spit out teeth. NOW!
The guy quickly motions for the tape to be handed over to him and it is, as Heatwave drops the poor guy. Heatwave snaps the tape and starts to head back in. Heatwave adjusts his jersey and pushes his way by an old guy by the door who has his back to him exiting the truck. The old guy is but so big, so he falls only he stops his fall with his left hand. As he turns to look over his shoulder, he flashes a smirk.
(JB) Wait a second...that guy...
(Tom) Why is he smirking? NO. HEATWAVE! GO BACK!!!
(JB) Heatwave can't hear you! That old guy is...
The fans start marking out as they see the guy remove his mask and undo his top. He's dark brown with wavy hair, he's a pretty big guy and oh yeah, he's styling a throwover which reads "Illtown Rules" with a picture of him posing as he flexes his right bicep. Yes, it is Illtown Leonard Aarons.
(JB) Illtown's been in the truck the entire time! Heatwave's out of the truck and he has no idea that Aarons is still there!
(Tom) Someone get him back there, damnit!
Illtown helps straighten the poor guy up and reaches into his pocket as he pulls out a tape. He motions for them to keep running it from where it left off as he exits the truck laughing.
Leonard Aarons: [Voice tone picks up a bit] Now beating up a member of someone's family while they're helpless to do shit about it...THAT is the fucking shit heels are made for!
This gets a massive eruption from the fans of nothing but boos and catcalls. Vanessa smiles sinisterly as Renshaw is in the corner holding little Ian by his collar.
Leonard Aarons: Oh yeah, see, this isn't about you...although it does go back to something you said without thinking. This is about what happens when I have to wait for something I rightly deserve. [Nodding] Yup, you guessed right. That Axiom World Heavyweight Title that you don't seem to wanna defend against me. Now I understand your fears and apprehensions cause if I were you...[leans in and whispers] I'd have them too if I had me after my ass. [Chuckle] But Heatwave, running and hiding isn't the course of action to take. Cause then you make me have to track you down and put you through some downright nasty ass shit. But let me take you back to June 15th, Dover, Delaware ring a bell?
He looks over to Nicole, who's face starts to pale just a bit. She remembers the significance of that particular night as the day when Heatwave came home as the new East Coast Champion. What she doesn't realize is that Aarons isn't talking about that particular event.
Leonard Aarons: Yeah dawg, you becoming East Coast Champion for the first time. Big win of your Atlantic career and tell me, who was there for you? Who was there right by your fucking side from bell to bell? Was it...myself and Renshaw?
Maxwell nods Heatwave's head up and down as Aarons mouths the words 'I thought so'.
Leonard Aarons: Now, later on that evening, when I was getting my ass kicked by Daliente in the back...[intense growl] WHERE IN THE FUCK WERE YOU?!!! Where was my comrade at arms when Zo had his ankle snapped or when I damn near had my career ended by Daliente?! I'll tell ya Heatwave, you were nowhere to be found.
Aarons breathes in and out deeply a few times, before cracking his neck and then slamming the microphone into Heatwave's skull three quick times before he lets go of the stick and gets right into Heatwave's face.
Leonard Aarons: So I sat in a hospital bed, wondering...wondering exactly how I would deal with you when the time came. I really wanted to come on the show the following week and just beat the fuck out of you for just cause, but I thought better of it all things told. I thought, if I wait, the right opportunity would come and that's when we had that tag match against ole Morgan and Bobby Irish. Knowing you, you probably thought I got even with ya by leaving you to be pinned by Morgan right? We'd just call it even and act like it never happened right?
Aarons this time reaches for Heatwave's head, which is now starting to bleed after the shots to the head as he moves his head up and down as Aarons shakes his from side to side.
Leonard Aarons: No little Husker, you were wrong. But when you said fuck me and the ECC, when you interrupted *MY* contract signing and left me bleeding...you gave me carte blanche to do this. To show you exactly why it's very hazardous to your health and those around you NOT to fuck with me. So I'm gonna tell you how this is gonna go down. Since my lady had to pay the ultimate price to save my career, I'm gonna see if your wife has what it takes to do the same for you and come out of it like the soldier ole Vanessa is. Only this time out, you're gonna be powerless to stop it, cause yeah, it'd be easy to just beat you senseless and leave your wife and child to pick up what's left of you...
He laughs before he stands and heads over to Nicole with his Lendo Stick back in his hand.
Leonard Aarons: But what would the fun in that be, huh? So Max, if you will, let's get our champ on his feet and wake him up cause the Doctor's about to give the Missus an Injection of a lifetime.
Aarons drops the microphone as he lets go of his Lendo Stick and slides out of the ring briefly.
JR: That's what this is all about? Some incident that happened 11 months ago?
GR: Hey, that was an emotionally scarring incident for Aarons. He got beat down to a bloody pulp and Heatwave wasn't even there to make a save. That's straight selfish, dawg.
JR: Yeah right, just think about how many times Aarons has left Heatwave to the dogs in comparison.
GR: Not many at all, but I know his wife never had to throw herself in the way of a pile of chairs to save him from having his career ended prematurely.
JR: Aarons is now back inside the ring with that chair and he's placing it flat in the middle of the ring. He's got that barb wire portion of his Lendo Stick lying flat on the middle, sandwiched inside as it's held in place.
GR: Something tells me that it's about to get real messy for Nicole.
JR: What's he whispering to Renshaw and Vanessa? Vanessa lets go of Nicole who tries to run, but she's yanked down by her hair thanks to that savage beast Prescott. Vanessa now has Ian and Nicole's being placed up top by Prescott. This isn't right, damnit! Someone stop this, please!!!
GR: What does my dawg have in store for ole...uh-oh. He's coming out of his shirt, I think the Doc's ready to proceed.
JR: Aarons is heading over to the corner and he's got his hand around the chin of Nicole Burbank. Heatwave's finally come out of it and he's incensed as he damn well should be!
GR: Prescott's over to keep ole Heatwave contained and he's not a factor. Go on dawg and do you!
JR: Aarons telling her something, I think he said you'll only feel it for a minute and he's going up top with her. Aarons now with her head tucked in between his legs and he's hooking one arm...oh my God he's not gonna do this. She's screaming her heart out, Aarons gesturing that he has a syringe in his right hand and...
GR: YES!!! Injection time!!!
JR: She doesn't deserve this...he's perched on the second, no, he's shaking his head...
GR: HAHA!!! He's going up one more!!! Set it off, big boy!!!
JR: Aarons has both arms hooked and he looks right into the eyes of Heatwave who's practically chomping at the bit to get at Aarons. Aarons looks out at the crowd and...
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SKA-PLANK!!!
That would be the sound of Nicole Burbank's head being driven face first into not just the steel chair of her husband's, but right on top of the barb wire part of L's Lendo Stick. The very same barb wire which cost Tony Pride his vision temporarily. Nicole's body starts to violently twitch as the fans let out a shocked gasp before booing and pelting the ring with various objects. Heatwave's face turns paper white as he looks on in horror as Aarons remains on his knees, admiring his handiwork. Ian's in tears, as even Vanessa for a brief moment shows some signs of concern for Nicole's well being. Aarons on the other hand, shows no signs of any type of concern or remorse. He simply lifts up the chair a little, sliding his Lendo Stick out from underneath it and in the process, taking some skin off of Nicole's already bloodied face. Aarons takes the stick in his right hand and smiles sadistically, before pointing at Heatwave as he mouths the very same words to Jake Summers about a year ago on the same night he was attacked by Derrick Daliente.
"This shit's chess, it ain't checkers."
Aarons motions for Vanessa to let Ian go as he quickly slides out of the ring with mic in hand and backpeddles up the aisle. Ian quickly runs to his mother's side, as she has not moved from that prone position face down on the black steel chair. Aarons looks over at his two compatriots and motions for them to let Heatwave go. They do so quickly, sliding out of the ring as Heatwave rushes to his wife's aide as he screams for EMTs. The arena's in a collective state of shock and disbelief as L's two henchmen make their way up the aisle to join Vanessa and Leonard at the top of the aisleway. Aarons smiles as he clears his throat and begins to speak.
Leonard Aarons: Hey Nic...Nicky?
Heatwave snaps his head up from his wife's bloodied face and stares menacingly at Aarons.
Leonard Aarons: Remember when I told you that after your match with Cain, all bets would be off? That your wife, your son would all be fair game? Let me ask ya somethin', champ.
Aarons coyly smiles before he leans his head forward at a slight angle to the left as he eyeballs Heatwave and says arrogantly...
Leonard Aarons: Did ya think I was bullshittin'? Got your undivided attention now, don't I...champ?!
The feed ends there, as we cut to a picture of Heatwave who has seen all of this unfold on a monitor and he's seething. Actually, he's trembling with anger and his face is almost the same color of the jersey he's wearing. He stares at the words on the screen which read in no uncertain terms...
One move, checkmate...Husker.
Heatwave screams in anger, knocking over the monitor as he storms off in a huff.
(Troy) The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the NAFW Atlantic Championship.
The Arena lights go down as the 'Ace' Signature logo appears on screen. A large '1' is spray panted over the top before Keep Yourself Alive II kicks in over the PA. Andy comes out and heads towards the ring, hand slapping a couple of the audience along the way.
(Troy) Introducing first, weighing in at 197 pounds, from Somewhere in the UK, he is the NAFW's Atlantic Champion....ANDY D!!!
Andy climbs into the ring and heads to his turnbuckle, flipping his bucket hat off his head and placing on the metal part of the turnbuckle. He takes off his shades and places them on the hat before turning around ready for the match.
(Troy) And his opponent...
The opening riff to Ozzy Osbourn's "I Don't Wanna Stop" plays as the word "SNAKE" flashes across the screen. As the guitars start to pick up, Snake comes out onto the stae to a chorus of boos.
(Troy) Weighing in at 227 pounds, now residing in the Bayou's of Lousianna...SNAKE!
Snake makes his way down towards the ring, ignoring any fans he comes across as he keeps his eyes locked on Andy D. After all, the man he's facing tonight almost killed his best friend.
(JB) Snake looks like he's ready to kill Andy D.
(Tom) Have you ever heard the phrase "Eye for an eye?"
(JB) Yes, but I don't think that Sna-
(Tom) Look at the way Snake's moving, he's got his eyes locked on Andy D, and nothing, not even a minor fan reaction, even a negative one like we're hearing now, is going to take Snake's attention away from doing to Andy D what Andy D did to Wilson.
Andy D is seen in the ring in a somewhat crouched stance, ready for Snake to "turn it up." Snake climbs in the ring by going up the steps, he doesn't acknowledge any fans whatsoever as he stands there, pacing back and forth in his corner like a caged tiger.
(JB) I wonder what tricks Snake's got up his sleeves tonight, Tom.
(Tom) What do you mean by "tricks," Mann-Wagon? According to various sources, Andy D didn't let Snake have the match he wanted, which just might hinder the match right out the starting blocks.
(JB) Well, as we've seen over the past few Annihilations from these two, anything is possible.
As soon as the bell rings, both Andy D and Snake start to duke it out in the middle of the ring. Dave Connors, who is the referee for this match, seems to be giving these two a bit of leeway knowing what's happened between the two thus far. Eventually, we see Snake duck under a right hand and get in a quick shot to the gut. Snake goes to hit a short arm clothesline on Andy D, but Andy D ducks under that and gets in a back waist lock, hoisting Snake up for a back drop. Unforntunatly for Andy D, Snake is able to roll through and land on his feet. Andy D turns to face Snake, and both men leap up for dropkicks at the same time, both coming up with nothing.
(JB) And a both men are thinking the same thing with double dropkicks that turn up bupkiss.
(Tom) I don't think Andy D's thinking "Kill Snake." I think Andy D's thinking "Survive Snake."
Snake gets his footing and he lunges at Andy D, taking him off balance and putting him in a side headlock, getting in hard rights with his free hand before wresnching in on the headlock. Andy D, not wanting to take too much damage this early in the match, uses what agility he has to knee Snake in the back of the head before wrapping his legs around Snake's head, forcing Snake to release the hold. Andy D cinches in this hold, only for Snake to fight his way over to his stomach, and flips forward into a jacknife pin attempt on Andy D.
One...
Andy D arches up, holding onto Snake's waist, and twists him into a backslide pin.
One...
Kickout!
(JB) Quick pinning combination and we have our first two pinfall attempts of the evening.
(Tom) I'm still waiting for our first carnage of the evening. With Snake on a warpath, there's sure to be destruction of epic proportions.
Both men are now back to their feet, and the two men go into a collar and elbow tie up. This time, Andy D is able to get the upper hand as he turns it into a standing side headlock. Snake hits Andy D in the side a few times and backs him into the ropes. Snake goes to push Andy D off, but Andy D has the hold locked in and is in total control. Snake, not wanting to be shown up, tries for a second time to push Andy D off, and this time he's successful, but after Andy D ducks under a clothesline attempt from Snake and attempts for a springboard cross body, Snake is thinking the same thing, and both collide in the center of the ring.
(JB) Crash and burn by Snake and Andy D!
(Tom) Not quite what I was getting at with "destruction of epic proportions."
At about the count of 7, both Snake and Andy D are back up to their knees on opposite sides of the ring. Snake is the first one to his feet and decides to sprint across the ring, unfortunatly for him, Andy D has pulled down the top rope to give himself some time to rest, sending Snake over the top rope to the mats below.
(JB) Smart move by Andy D.
(Tom) I have to agree and disagree with you there, Mann-wheel...By putting some distance between himself and Snake, Andy D not only gave hismelf some time to rest, but, as we've seen in the past, put Snake into an area he can be incredibly dangerous in.
At the count of 5, Andy D is seen getting to his feet, as Snake is just starting to stir. Andy D walks over to the ropes and tells Dave Connors to step out out of the way. Andy D waits for Snake to get to his feet, then leaps over the top rope with a body press, but Snake moves out of the way. Snake points to his head, as if to suggest he had outsmarted Andy D. Unfortunatly for Snake, Andy D's body, which comes tumbling off the ring apron to take out Snake, tells a different story.
(JB) SOMMERSAULT PLANCHA FROM ANDY D!
(Tom) Again! Not a smart move on Andy D's part as he just put himself in a dangerous place.
Andy D is slow to get to his feet, but is able to get up by the count of 6, and rolls under the bottom rope at 8, only to roll right back out to break Dave's count. Andy D signals that he doesn't want to win by a countout...or he's not done inflicting damage to Snake...either or. Andy D picks up Snake and goes to whip him into the steel steps, only for Snake to reverse at the last second and send Andy D back first into the steel. Andy D rolls around in pain and Snake rolls in and out before the 10 count to force Dave Connors to restart the 10 count.
(JB) Wait, what's he doing? Andy D had the match won.
(Tom) He probably knows that he needs to finish off Snake for good, or else Snake's going to keep coming back.
Snake heads over to the timekeeper's table and takes the Atlantic Championship belt in his hand. Snake raises it above his head and waits for Andy D to get to his feet. When Andy D gets to his feet, Snake charges with the belt in hand, out of instinct, Andy D drops to his back and trips up Snake with his feet, causing Snake to go face first into the steps with the Atlantic Championship belt cushioning the blow.
(JB) GOOD GOD! Did you hear that sickening thud!?
(Tom) I have ears, Mann-Wagon!
At the 8 count, Andy D is able to roll Snake under the bottom rope, and is just barely able to get in before Dave Connors reaches 10. Andy D, thinking he's got the match won, goes for a quick pin attempt.
One...
Two...
Kickout!
(JB) Near fall for Andy D.
(Tom) GOOD! Snake's still got some fight in him and could still take out Andy D like he promised!
Andy D, on his knees, runs a hand over his face, possibly to hide some frustration, possibly to hide dibelief. Andy D gets up to his feet and picks Snake up to his by the back of his mask. Andy D connects with a right hand, which reels Snake slightly. Andy D hits a few more rights, then gets in a quick low kick to the back of Snake's knee, forcing him down to the mat. Andy D then hits his leg and runs at the ropes, looking for the Dragon's Bite on the rebound. Unfortunatly for Andy D, Snake sees this coming from a mile away and ducks under Andy's foot, then gets to his own feet and hits a reverse neckbreaker. Slowly rolling over into a pin attempt of his own.
One...
Two...
Th-Kickout!
(JB) Near fall for Snake!
(Tom) Damnit, Snake! Finish him off!
Snake, frustrated, starts hitting the mat profusely. Obviously upset that that didn't do it. Snake gets to his feet and starts to stalk Andy D. Andy D slowly makes his way to his feet, and Snake grabs an arm of Andy D and pulls him up into a fireman's carry. Snake lets out a yell and looks for the Poison Drop, but Andy D lands on his feet. Andy D grabs Snake in a back waist lock, only for Snake to elbow Andy D in the side of the head, and does a standing switch. After a quick blow to the back, Snake grabs Andy D's head and puts him in the setup for the Venom Sting. Snake goes to spin, but thanks to impecable balance shown by Andy D, Andy D comes out in the starting position for the Venom Sting, but instead drops down for a layout reverse DDT.
(JB) OH MY GOD, WHAT A COUNTER! Andy D just showed great balance and agility by countering the Venom Sting into a layout reverse DDT!
(Tom) I have to, sadly, agree with you there, Mann-Wheel, whilst I want Andy D to get what's coming to him, that was impressive.
Andy D, thinking that that wasn't enough to put him away, points to the turnbuckle which gets a rise out of the crowd. Seeing as how, like Snake, Andy D's taken alot of damage thus far, he takes awhile to get to the top rope, but when he does, Andy D jumps off with a shooting star press...Only to crash and burn as Snake rolled out of the way at the last possible second.
(JB) Andy D misses a shooting star press, and possibly leaves himself wide open for an easy victory.
(Tom) It's called high risk, for a reason, Mann-Wagon.
Snake crawls over to Andy D for a two count cover. After a brief argument with Dave Connors, Snake thinks it'd be a good idea to introduce Andy D to the bottom of his boots. After several stomps to the head and body, and Snake using the five count to his full extent, Dave Connors quickly pulls Snake off and warns him of what might happen if he continues his assault. Dave then checks on Andy D, and with Mr Connors distracted, Snake goes to work on removing a nearby turnbuckle pad.
(JB) Wait a minute! Snake's removing the turnbuckle pad! Snake should be disqualified!
(Tom) What for? Snake hasn't used it as a weapon, yet. Besides, this is what Dave connors' gets for taking his eyes off of Snake.
Snake heads over to Andy D and picks him up and throws him into the opposite corner of the exposed corner, gets in a few quick punches, then grabs an arm and goes to send Andy D towards the steel. Andy D's in-ring awareness then kicks in, and he reverses it, and Snake goes flying towards the corner. Luckily for Snake, he was able to stop himself from certain disaster. What he couldn't stop, however, was Andy D's foot connecting with the side of Snake's head.
(JB) DRAGON'S BITE OUT OF NOWHERE!
Andy D goes for a pin attempt.
One...
(JB) IT'S OVER!
Two...
(TOM) NO! NOT LIKE THIS!
THREE!
(Troy) And here is your winner, and STILL NAFW Atlantic Champion, ANDY D!!!
(JB) A big win for Andy D tonight as he continues his dominance as Atlantic Champion!
Solo
Backstage. This time, we're inside a locker room. In a rare change, tonight Spaz has opted for his own room, as opposed to sharing one with The Goods. Spaz sits alone there, until the door opens to reveal his, and The Goods' manager, Twitch.
(Twitch) Hey Pez! Twitch is so ready to lead Jumbo and that little NotPez to the Tag Team Championships! And even more ready to watch Pez beat the crap out of Micky Line up close and personal!
Spaz looks up at his manager.
(Spaz) Sorry Twitch... That's not going to happen.
Twitch is confused.
(Twitch) What? Jumbo's totally going to win with Twitch out there! Twitch is the world's greatest manager!
Spaz shakes his head, but not at Twitch's continued use of Hector's old catchphrase.
(Spaz) I'm not talking about Ammo's match... I'm talking about mine. You're not coming to the ring with me, Twitch. I'm going solo.
(Twitch) But Twitch wants...
Spaz holds up a hand, stopping Twitch mid-sentence.
(Spaz) The decision's made, Twitch. I'm doing this myself. No distractions. This is how it has to be.
Reluctantly, Twitch nods.
(Twitch) OK. Twitch understands.
(Spaz) Thank you.
Silence for a moment... Which is really rather rare with Twitch around. As would be expected, Twitch is the one who breaks the silence.
(Twitch) Pez?
Spaz looks up again, having been lost in thought during the silence.
(Spaz) Yeah, Twitch?
(Twitch) Do Twitch a favour and bust Micky open... Twitch wants to see some blood!
Spaz nods, and we catch another hint of a smile.
(Spaz) I think that can be arranged.
That's all here.
(JB) I've seen Spaz before a lot of matches, Bear... But I've rarely seen him so intense and focused as he is here tonight. If you ask me, Mike Lane is in for the fight of his life.
(Tom) And if you ask me, Mike Lane can handle whatever Spaz throws his way.
(JB) One way or the other, we'll see about that later on!
The Bigger Arrival
(Tom) I’m getting word that our guest of honor is arriving at the arena tonight!
Guess where this is taking place? Backstage, once again! Another limousine pulls into the parking lot, this one with small American flags flying on the corners of the car. Like usual, the driver opens the car doors, and out steps several men in black suits and sunglasses, before the man himself – Senator Owens – gets out as well.
The Senator is on his mobile phone talking to someone as he walks through the doors with his security entourage.
(Senator) I’m trying to get this stop with over as soon as possible… No, I don’t know why I’m here. Just reschedule that meeting for 3:30 tomorrow, and see if you can get me out of having to do…
The Senator stops in his tracks as Detective Gordon and Jack Henderson stand face to face with his security detail. Both of them flash their badges and identification at the Presidential candidate.
(Gordon) Mr. Stephen Owens?
The Senator looks concerned, especially when now a dozen police officers surround him and his men. He hangs up his phone without finishing his conversation.
(Senator) Yes. What’s going on here?
(Gordon) You are under arrest for felonies committed within the United States of America. I’ve got an order to take you into custody where you will remain pending extradition to the United States.
Detective Gordon slaps the cuffs on the Senator, and his other police officers push aside the Senator’s security detail.
(Senator) What is going on? This is an outrage! I want my lawyer!
This time, Jack Henderson steps up.
(Henderson) Senator Owens, I’m Jack Henderson, CIA. Everything will be explained at the station, where your lawyer is waiting. We expect your full cooperation to settle this matter in the United States of America.
Keith Owens steps out from around the corner to witness his old man being taken into custody.
As soon as the Senator's eyes meet those of his son, he knows why he is being taken into custody. Months ago the Senator warned Keith that the threat of a demon was still out there and that he would look into things. But then Jack Henderson got involved, and it has lead to this.
(Senator) You! How could you? I told you there were going to be problems and I told you I was going to handle them, like when I cleaned up the mess for you last time! But no, after everything I've done for you and your career - You’ve gone and ruined it all! You've destroyed my career and ruined our family! Kiss your trust fund good-bye...
Gordon turns the Senator around and begins to walk him out of the arena as the Senator keeps yelling things that become inaudible.
Keith continues to stare as his father taken into custody, and he doesn’t even utter a word in response. Jack Henderson walks over to Keith.
(Henderson) Thank you for your cooperation in this matter Keith. We’ll be in touch with you when you return to the United States.
Henderson extends his hand to Keith, and slowly Keith returns the gesture.
Cut.
(JB) Oh my Gord! Senator Owens has been taken into custody by Detective Gordon!
(Tom) This is an outrage! How dare Keith lure his father all the way to Canada just to have him arrested and extradited back to his home country’s soil!
(JB) It doesn’t appear that Keith knew his father was going to be arrested today, judging by his reaction.
(Tom) Bullocks! Senator Owens was screwed by his son! You heard the man! This has ruined the trust fund!
(JB) Perhaps, but clearly there are bigger dealings going on than that Bear.
(Tom) Gah! I bet Keith was still mad about the time his father had him arrested for defending the X-Treme title in a Backyard Wrestling Match when it was clearly against the law. After all, Senator Owens wrote that law!
(JB) I have a feeling you're not even close with that assessment.
(Tom) As nuts as that was, this is going to be crazier.
(JB) As hot as this night here in Vancouver has been, it's nothing compared to our next match.
(Tom) Oh no, we see the end of Leonard Aarons in the NAFW as we know it tonight as he says those two magic words...I Quit!
(JB) Heatwave made his return to the NAFW last March and made it clear to Aarons, he hasn't forgiven nor forgotten what Aarons did to his wife some four years ago. He has wanted to get his hands on the man who broke his wife's neck, the man whom he's going to face tonight for the first time in four years.
(Tom) Revenge is a dish best served cold and tonight, L's going to get his.
It's here that we get the graphic of Heatwave, with his wife by his side followed by that of Illtown Leonard Aarons with his 'Illtown Rules' throwover and Vanessa standing by his as he stands with Lendo Stick in hand resting against his right shoulder pointing with his left hand before throwing up three fingers.
(JB) Let's take a look back at how we got to this point.
We cut to the sound of a movie projector starting up as it counts down from 5. It stops at 5 as we go to their first face to face encounter in the NAFW. March 16th, 2007. The epic face to face with Heatwave and The Reaper. We hear the words uttered by Heatwave just before their face to face during a promo Heatwave cut just days before his match against Charles Johnson...
"What he did to my wife is inexcusable...something I can never forgive and it's something that plagues my dreams night in and night out. I know what he did...and I told him once that I would come back and come for what's mine."
A shot of Heatwave pointing at Aarons as he warns him as Aarons stares back at him.
"I will come back and I come down on him with such vengeance, he'll think God himself has stepped down from the heavens."
We cut to Death Wish, when Aarons won the Foundation Heavyweight Championship from Trevor Cunning and the subsequent events that started after that. Aarons in the ring talking about his win and then the attack by Trevor, which was thwarted by Mike Stryker before Aarons was set on fire.
"But the best part of laying in wait...you'll never know."
The shot of Stryker standing over a drenched Aarons who had gasoline poured on him by Cunning. The lights then go out for a few moments before we see a bright amber flash illuminate the TD BankNorth Garden. We see it again and again as Heatwave's words echo in frightening clarity.
"You'll never know when and where it'll all come crumbling down."
The subsequent downward spiral for Aarons would continue at Redemption, with the arrival of one Mr. Black onto the scene. Then, during the close of the Aarons/Stryker title match, the knee to the face of Stryker causing the disqualification. Aarons gets to his feet as he stares Mr. Black in the eyes. The sound of a heartbeat slowing as the moments go by before Mr. Black unmasks just stops as the look on his face changes when he locks eyes on the Madman From Miami.
The music picks up as we hear the beginning of "Highway To Hell" by AC/DC accompany the next sequence of events.
Vanessa Chamberlain being attacked in the parking lot at Annihilation by a man swinging a black chair. That man would be Heatwave.
## Living easy, living free ##
## Season ticket on a one-way ride ##
The same night, Aarons being viciously assaulted by Heatwave with the same chair.
## Asking nothing, leave me be ##
## Taking everything in stride ##
One week later, we show Heatwave attacking Lorenzo and then proceeding to break Charlene's neck with a Black Furnace Driver on a chair. This is where the music fades briefly as we hear Heatwave speak moments after the fact over the music.
## Don't need reason, don't need rhyme ##
## Ain't nothing I would rather do ##
"I want Leonard Aarons...the Leonard Aarons -I- know..."
## I'm on the Highway To Hell ##
This cuts to grainy footage of Aarons in the NWC, sporting a clean shaven look yet flashing a very sinister smirk. This was coined by Aarons himself, the Trillion Dollar Smirk.
## Highway To Hell ##
"Not this watered down version where the fans love him and will probably drink his bath water if you let them."
## I'm on the Highway To Hell ##
This cuts back to a color version of the Aarons people have come to know and love today as "The Reaper".
## Highway To Hell ##
"I want the Leonard Aarons that wouldn't piss on Vanessa even if she was on fire...no pun intended."
## No stop signs, speed limit ##
## Nobody's gonna slow me down ##
More grainy footage of Aarons in the NWC: Atlantic, doing heinous things to people. Body after body being left bloodied and broken, his smirk ever constant no matter whom he left lying.
## Like a wheel, gonna spin it ##
## Nobody's gonna mess me round ##
"I want the Leonard Aarons that everyone hated...the True Reaper."
## Hey Satan, payin' my dues ##
The grainy footage continues as we hear what Aarons told Heatwave last March in his locker room.
## Playing in a rocking band ##
"I'm trying to tell you that I'm not looking to take this back to where it was."
## Hey Momma, look at me ##
A shot of Aarons hoisting the Atlantic Heavyweight Championship high over his head and then him holding the Axiom Heavyweight Championship strap over a fallen Heatwave show as we hear him continue.
## I'm on my way to the Promised Land ##
"Now if it's a vendetta you're after, I'm obligated to tell you that Devastation is what you're going to get."
## I'm on the Highway To Hell ##
We cut to Chain Reaction where Aarons has Stryker beaten, yet Heatwave rolls in crashing 15 pounds of FHC gold on top of Leonard's skull. Moments later, a Pardigm Shift after the fact, The Reaper is a former Foundation Heavyweight Champion. However, Heatwave's attack was just beginning. We cut to the very end where his attempt at setting The Reaper on fire was thwarted by Vanessa, who ate a fireball to the face as a result.
## Highway to Hell ##
This all "ended" in Tokyo, where Heatwave viciously attacked Aarons leaving him lying bloodied and unconcious in the ring with his head bleeding on a ring step.
## I'm on the Highway to Hell ##
We hear Heatwave speaking on the April 2nd edition of Annihilation where he attempted to retire.
## Highway To Hell ##
"I've done what I came here to do and I said all along that it was about Aarons. About making him suffer and I did just that. I made him suffer and when I couldn't wait for things to resume here, I sought him out and finished it once and for all. So it's...
## Don't stop me ##
Not. Over.
Vanessa's words are followed by an infamous laugh right as the guitar riffs cut out rather abruptly and then quick flashes of Aarons doing all sorts of evil in his NWC days as we hear the words Aarons uttered to Heatwave from a graveyard. This cuts into the very first theme L used back during his first run in the NAFW, namely "Tha Realist Killaz" by 2Pac w/50 Cent.
## There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see ##
## That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future ##
"At Breaking Point, for one night only, you will look the bastard that broke your wife's neck in the eyes for the first time in four years. For the first time in four years, you will stare into the eyes of the Monarch of Maelstrom and you know what? You're going to fold."
## Now since you're crying for mercy I promise ##
## My success'll be the death of you ##
The song skips right into the 50 Cent part of the song, or the second verse as we seec lips of their last battle in early June of 2004. With Aarons beating Heatwave silly, taunting the crowd which at that time loathed him and cheered Heatwave.
## Lo and behold you sold your soul ##
## Negro there's nuttin' left of you ##
"Check that, you're going to GET folded, boi."
## Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you? ##
## If you don't know who you are, how could your dreams come true? ##
A shot of Heatwave being chokeslammed through a table by Illtown follows.
## Mother*bleep*er, I sat back and watched ##
## You pretended to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot ##
We see Heatwave on the most recent edition of Annihilation beating Aarons bloody with a chair and then a pair of handcuffs. Then, we get Aarons sitting on the most recent edition of Annihilation as he is bloodied, yet smiling.
## But you're not (NOWWW) - I see it so clear ##
## You can't take the pressure, you pussy ##
"I think a Doddtown Street Fight...just doesn't do this thing justice."
## I warned you not to push me ##
A clip of Aarons from the previous Doddtown Street Fight against Bishop, which ended with The Reaper's Wrath through a table at Last Rites.
## You see me and chills run up your spine ##
"Breaking Point, you, me, I Quit match."
## God made men the same, boy, but your heart ain't like mine ##
"At Breaking Point, they're gonna be able to build a moat ringside with the amount of blood that will flow in that ring."
## Press, they look at me like I'm a menace