Valor Before Glory Results 9/25/05

[Hardcastle]

Date: September 25, 2005

Time: 8pm EST

Venue: The Pepsi Arena In Albany, New York


<The screen opens with the Valor logo.The screen switches to a voice that sounds very much like James Earl Jones and images from Valor begin to reel through.>

Voice: A new era is dawning in professional wrestling.

<An image of Saku rolling up The Sin City Saint And Hooking The Trunks To Advance To The Finals Is Shown.>

Voice: There is a movement that joins young and old.

<An image of Eric Hardcastle, Brandon Bailey, ZMaster, Chad West and Immune fades in and then out. An image of The Sin City Saint, Saku, Ron Tibbs, Shane Quickenbosh, Will Dinero and The Creeper fades in and out. >

Voice: Integrity And Valor Are Core Values..

<A panoramic view of Eric Hardcastle is shown from his back to the front.>

Voice: For some......it becomes an opportunity to show the entire world what they can do.

<An image of The Sin City Saint diving through the ropes onto Saku.>

Voice: For others.........it is an opportunity to reclaim greatness.

<An image of ZMaster sitting in the stands of an empty arena is shown.>

Voice: For tonight.....these men......these athletes.......these gladiators, begin their accent to the top. They begin their accent to greatness.

<An image of the Valor Tron is seen and the camera pans over a filled arena.>

Voice: They begin their accent to immortality.

<An image of Immune exploding into fury following his attack on Saku is shown.>

<The screen fades to black. Suddenly, pyros explode all over the stage, the Valor Before Glory theme song plays "Photographs" by Nickelback and the camera cuts to ringside, where Kevin Olberman and Mean Mike Patrick are seated.>

K: Welcome everybody to The Pepsi Arena in Albany, New York!!!! Welcome to the capital city!! Welcome to Valor Before Glory!!! I'll be your host Kevin Olberman and alongside me is my tag team partner, Mean Mike Patrick.

<Camera switches to Mean Mike Patrick wearing a Coca-Cola tie. A 2 liter bottle of Coke is on the announce desk. Patrick lifts the bottle up and takes a sip.>

M: Mmmmmm.........the taste of a new generation!

K: What the hell are you doing?

M: What?

K: We are in the Pepsi arena and you are drinking Coke?!

M: Coke is better.

K: Whatever. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Valor Before Glory!!! We have 5 spectacular matches tonight, including the big one............For the Valor World Heavyweight Championship............"The Assassin" defends against "The Master of Execution".

M: Olberman, tonight Brandon Bailey is going to put to rest all the arguments from the naysayers. The same naysayers that have done nothing but bash Brandon Bailey since he won the title. Bailey has walked away as World Champion on a number of different occassions. Against Saku, The Creeper...so on and so forth. The list is endless. And tonight will be no different.

K: But this is Zmaster. A man of legendary status. The man has been World Champion in 22 other companies.

M: Key word is other. Zmaster has never held the Valor World Title. He never held the ACW World Title. He never held the UIW World Title. And he never held the UCWF World Title. The lineage of this World Heavyweight Championship traces back through some of the biggest names in this sport. Guys like Brandon Bailey, Mike Stryker, Mr. Awesome, Drew Snyder, Big Boone, Tristan and Adrian Caine, Shane Michaels, and Iron Curtain. None of those names are on Zmaster's resume.

K: True. But after tonight, the one that means the most.....Brandon Bailey....just might. The present is here and now. The time has come. Can Brandon Bailey do exactly what you said and survive the awesome power of Zmaster?

M: We'll see. Until someone beats the champ......I'll back him.

K: Thats not the only title we have on the line tonight, Mean Mike.

M: Thats right. The North American Title is on the line. The Sin City Saint challenges The Creeper.

K: This is going to be a clash of styles for sure. And thats not all. We have a big time grudge match. "The Show" Eric Hardcastle and "The Man" Ron Tibbs.......Falls Count Anywhere.

M: Oh yeah!! Tonight...."DA MAN" proves why he is "DA MAN!"

K: And a battle of Junior Heavyweights, the two best in the world today. Its Shane Quickenbosh and Will Dinero. A preview of the 2005 Young Lion's Cup.

M: I am very interested to see what these two can do.

K: And last but not least.....the 3 way dance. Immune....Juba and Saku.

M: This match has me perplexed Olberman. Saku....well, we know where he stands. But Immune and Juba are all over the place. Last Sunday, Immune lost it when President Lynch banned Michael Kyzer from Valor Before Glory. Immune exploded attacking Rodney Paine.

K: And Paine suffered a torn meniscus and will be on the shelf for 6-8 weeks.

M: Immune then goes out seeking trouble and finds Juba. He punks out Juba and then goes out to the ring for his grudge match against Saku. Immune looked like a beast out there and seriously beat Saku within an inch of his life, but Juba interferes and costs Immune the match.

K: That about sums it up.

M: I don't know who is coming or going.

K: Well, you dont have to wait any longer to find out. Steve Bond is in the ring with the introductions for that match. Take it away Steve!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<In the ring>

SB: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest at Valor Before Glory is scheduled for one fall. It has a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first. He weighs in at 278lbs and hails from Long Island, New York............................JUBA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<smoke apears. once the smoke clears Juba just stand there looking into the ring. he then runs into the ring and begins to fight>

K: Juba is ready to fight and this crowd is loving the hometown boy!

M: Who's he swinging at....Bond?

SB: And his opponent. He hails from Turku Finland. He weighs in at 225lbs......SAKU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<All house light are replaced with blinding white lights. The arena is silent for a moment until the white lights turn inot bluelights that change to white every 5 seconds. An instrumental anthem known as the Finnish NAtional Anthem begins to play and Saku emerges, holding a Finnish flag. He walks down to the ring, set his flag down leaning against the steps. He then rolls into the ring and goes to the far turnbuckle. He raises two hands and looks about the crowd for a moment before descending. >

SB: And the last member of the Triple Threat. He weighs in at 295lbs.......................IMMUNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<Headstrong from Trapt is heard all over the arena as Immune pops out of the curtain and walks through the smoke walking from side to side on the stage bringing up the fans spirit, then runs to the ring and slides in as a pyro goes off. Immune walks over to the turnbuckle and sits down leaning up against the bottom turnbuckle pad and waits for his opponent.>

K: This capacity crowd has a bit of a mixed reaction for Immune.

M: Coming or going?

K: Referee Jeff Bausman has been assigned this contest and bell sounds.....we are underway at Valor Before Glory. All 3 men are a little hesistant to lock up.

M: I can believe it.

K: Who's going to lockup here? Saku backs away.....Saku looking much trimmer.

M: Saku wanted to drop the weight in order to be eligible for the YLC.

K: Ahhh....Juba and Immune. The two big men locking up in the center of the ring......Immune is overpowering Juba and backs him into the corner. Bausman asks for a clean break and Immune is going....NOO!! Immune charges with a knee to the gut and another. This crowd is not happy about this.

M: Who cares what the humanoids like?

K: Immune whips Juba hard into the far corner. Immune charges.......Juba slides out of the way. Juba with a stinging right hand and another. Juba with an elbow to the side of the head. Juba with the Irish whip, sending Immune for the ride........kick to the gut by Juba. Juba off the ropes......high knee lift and down goes Immune.

M: Here comes Saku!!

K: Saku with a double sledge to the back of Juba. Saku now waist lock.........GERMAN SUPLEX!!!! He sends Juba for a ride. Saku still has a lot of power in the upper body, even with the weight loss.

M: He only dropped about 10 pounds.

K: Saku up and drives the knee to the head. Saku with the leg hooked............




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[Hardcastle]

......................Immune interrupts the count.

M: Damn you Immune!

K: Immune with Saku.....hard rights and another set. Immune unloading on his arch nemisis. Immune with Saku backed in the corner....whips him to the opposite side and follows him right in like a freight train...slamming his weight right into Saku. Immune with Saku............GORRILA PRESS!!! Look at the power of Immune.

M: Juba is back up.

K: Juba is up and Immune sees him..........dumps Saku on top of Juba. Incredible power. Saku and Juba up..........Immune with the double clothesline, knocking both men to the mat and both men roll to the floor. Immune has cleared the ring!!

M: Time out.

K: The count is on. Saku jumps to the apron and Immune chases after him......Juba back in and from behind with the roll up...............





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............................SAKU!!!!

M: Saku is in for the save.

K: Juba up and he isnt happy.....right hand to Saku. Another right. Juba picks up Saku...............DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!! Juba is going for the pin.....Immune grabs Juba......right hand and another. Immune tosses Juba to the floor. Immune grabs Saku. A pickup....................SIT OUT POWERBOMB!!! The cover.........






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M: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!

K: Juba pulls Bausman to the floor before the 3. Immune thinks he has won it. Juba in the ring.....knee to the back of Immune. Juba grabs Immune...........JUBA BREAKER!!!! Could this be it? Juba makes the cover........





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.................................kickout by Immune.

M: Here comes Saku.

K: Saku grabs Immune and looks like some double teaming coming up by him and Juba. The Irish whip...................DOUBLE FLAPJACK!!! Saku is going to the top rope.........................MOONSAULT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cover.........




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.............................JUBA MAKES THE SAVE!

M: Whats wrong with you Juba?

K: Juba wants to win. Nothing wrong with that. Saku is up and he is not happy. He is right in the face of Juba. SLAP!!! Saku slaps Juba.....Juba unloads with right hands....a flurry of them. Juba....Irish whip......BIG BOOT!!! Juba with Saku again...............BRAINBUSTER!!!! Devestating power by Juba.

M: Immune is still down.

K: Immune took a beating. But this crowd is loving Juba. Juba with Saku............Saku a thumb to the eye. Saku off the ropes........CAUGHT...............BLACK HOLE SLAM BY JUBA!!!!!!!!!! He makes the cover..........




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.........................shoulder slides up by Saku.

M: WOW!!

K: So close. Immune back on his feet and Juba sees him....Juba...kick to the gut....modified Stunner!!!! Clothesline and over the top goes Immune to the floor. Juba has full control of this match. Juba signaling for the end here and this crowd responds!

M: Oh no!! Saku is in trouble.

K: Yes he is. Juba with Saku.......up............HIGH IN THE AIR!!!! Juba has him up..........STALLING SUPLEX!!!!! That is it. Cover that man Juba......Saku is beaten.

M: Poor Saku!

K: Juba makes the cover and hooks the leg...................




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M: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

K: IMMUNE!! Immune stops the count. Immune is in the ring and hits the ropes.....Juba turns........SPEARED!!!!! Here comes Immune!!!! This crowd is spilit, as Immune grabs Juba.........big body slam. Immune off the ropes......drops the leg........he makes the cov.....Wait!! Saku is up and Immune splashes him in the corner.

M: Oh no!

K: Immune taking control and putting Saku down for the moment. Immune grabs Juba...............CHOKESLAM!!!! Here comes The Cure!!! Immune signals for it and heads to the top rope.

M: This is almost 300lbs coming down on ya!

K: If he connects.......that is going to be it. Immune from the top..................THE CURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cover him, cover him. Immune rolls back on top for the c...............

M: SAKU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

K: Saku with a baseball slide dropkick right to the side of the head of Immune. Saku springs to the top rope..........HURRACANRANNA!!!! Immune goes tumbling to the outside. Saku back up. Saku grabs Juba...positions him.......going upstairs. Saku is going to the top rope....going to take a chance here.........450!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

K: Incredible. Saku with the cover............





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[Hardcastle]

M: YES!!!!!!!!!!!

K: IMMUNE!!!! Immune with the save!!! He yanks Saku and spilits his uprights into the steel post!!!! Immune grabs Juba now and yanks him to the floor. Immune tossing Juba into the steel rail. Immune climbs back in. Saku trying to get to his feet. Immune gives Saku the thumbs down!!!!

M: WHAT?! This isnt supposed to happen.

K: Immune with the kick to the gut..........DISEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That has to be it. Its over...Immune is going to win it. Wait....where is Immune going? A throat slashing movement and Immune is going to the top rope. Oh no!!

M: This is a mistake. Immune is too big for the top rope.

K: Immune from the top..............THE CURE!!!! He hits The Cure after The Disease. He makes the cover........




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M: Not saku!!!!

K: Immune has done it!!! The monkey on his back has died and Immune grabs his biggest victory in Valor to date!!!! Congratulations to Immune!! And Saku....well....Tonight was not his night, Mean Mike. Speaking of nights......up next is The North American Title match. Sin City Saint.....The Creeper. What about Mean Mike?

M: Creeper creeps me out. But The Sin City Saint is a masterful technician. I'm going with The Sin City Saint. He is more technically sound and he has the backing of The Impact Players.

K: The Creeper has been on a roll as of late. I'm very interested to see this encounter by 2 men with totally different styles. Lets get down to the ring with Steve Bond for the introductions.

<In The Ring>

SB: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit. And it is for................THE VALOR NORTH AMERICAN HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Introducing first, the challenger. He hails from Sin City, Nevada. Standing 6'1" and weighing in at 225lbs.........................THE SIN CITY SAINT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<The lights in the arena dim down. Miseri Cantare by AFI plays and The Sin City Saint appears on the entrance ramp. Strobelights flash all around him. He slowly walks down the aisle and to the ring. He climbs on the apron and is poised on one knee. He over looks the crowd, then enters the ring. He takes off his ring jacket and leans back in the corner. The lights come back to full brightness in the arena.>

K: The Sin City Saint is not endearing himself to members of this audience.

M: Olberman, shut up!! You are giving me a headache. The Sin City Saint aint here to endear. He came to Albany New York to become the North American Heavyweight Champion. And thats exactly what is he going to do.

K: We'll see.

SB: And his opponent. From Haddonfield, Illinois. He stands 7'2" and weighs in at 326lbs........He is The Valor North American Heavyweight Champion.............THE CREEPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<The lights in the arens go out and we hear the shrill laugh of the little girl in white. Hells Bells begins to play and the little girl steps onto the stage and points at the ring. Suddenly lightening strikes all four posts setting them on fire and we see that The Creeper is standing in the middle of the ring. As the fire goes outthe lights slowly come on and the little girl is gone.>

K: Here we go. We are just a few moments away before that bell sounds. And before The Creeper gets a chance to seek redemption against The Sin City Saint for stealing that little girl's lollipop.

M: She was such the sucker!

K: Stop it!! Senior official Noel Gevers has been assigned this Title match. He walks over to the Sin City Saint with the belt. Make sure Saint knows exactly what is up for grabs.

M: Of course he knows. He signed the contract.

K: Saint grabs the NA Title and charges after The Creeper......Saint smashes the belt right into the face of The Creeper and the bell sounds....we are underway.

M: Smart move.

K: The Sin City Saint now kicking away at The Creeper, as the Creeper falls to one knee. The Sin City Saint backs up..........SHINING WIZARD!!!! Creeper crumbles to the corner. The Sin City Saint hits the ropes...........FACE WASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: I love the aggression displayed by The Sin City Saint.

K: Saint has really taken it to The Creeper in the early goings. The Sin City Saint....dragging The Creeper to the middle of the ring. Saint climbing to the top rope.....................moonsault from the top!!! He connects and makes the cover...........





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.........................BIG KICKOUT!!

M: UGH!

K: The massive power of The Creeper. I'm not sure who is stronger....Creeper or Immune.

M: They are both hosses.

K: And we can't forget Zmaster in that category either. Saint a little shocked here at the power....kick to the face. He grabs Creeper. Creeper busts out of the front chancery and snatches Saint in this right hand by the throat.

M: Choke ref....break that up.

K: The Creeper lifts up The Sin City Saint....poke to the eye by Saint. Saint hits the ropes.....clothesline and down goes The Creeper. The Sin City Saint kicking at the head of The Creeper. Saint hits the opposite ropes......baseball slide dropkick and out to the floor goes The Creeper!

M: I am loving the strategy employed by The Sin City Saint.

K: He is moving with quickness and striking hard. Saint takes off.....SUICIDE DIVE TO THE FLOOR AND INTO THE RAIL GO BOTH MEN!!!!

M: Everyone is down.....looks like a car wreck.

K: The back of The Creeper's head hit very hard into the rail. Saint back up and a kick to the face. Saint rolls back into the ring and breaks up the count. Saint rolling back to the outside....Creeper on all 4s now. Saint with a drop kick to the head, smashing right into the rail again. Saint grabs Creeper by the head....smashing his head into the rail....and again....and again!! What viscious force by The Sin City Saint!!!

M: I love it. You're looking at the next NA Champ!

K: We just might be. Saint with Creeper now......Irish whip into the steel rail and The Sin City Saint continues to take it right to The Creeper. The Creeper might have come in a little distracted Mean Mike.

M: And its costing him.

K: Saint back into the ring, the count breaks and Saint rolls back to the floor. Walking over to The Creeper.....kick to the gut by The Creeper. Creeper with a straight right hand. Saint stumbles. Creeper with a haymaker and Saint ducks. Saint grabs Creeper ......up and drops him over the guard rail right on top of his.......umm.....his.....

M:.........lollipop?!

K: I guess that would work. Creeper is in a bad way. The Sin City Saint back into the ring and he is climbing the top rope. We are seeing a new and improved Sin City Saint. A man who is focused and driven. MISSLE DROPKICK FROM THE TOP!!!!

M: Creeper is done, Olberman.

K: Incredible maneuver and The Creeper rolls down right into the front row. Incredible. The Sin City Saint dragging The Creeper over the rail by the hair and back to the floor. Saint tosses Creeper back into the ring. Will he make the cover?

M: Not just yet.

K: What is The Sin City Saint trying to do?

M: I think he is going for The Royal Flush.

K: Saint to the top. If he hits this......The Sin City Saint will have come in and totally run roughshod over The Creeper. Saint on the top rope and he has The Creeper in position. Saint with the double underhook...............block by The Creeper and this crowd begins to cheer.

M: Now they make some noise.

K: The fans were as stunned as we have been.

M: Speak for yourself.

K: Saint tries it again......blocked again. The Creeper with Saint...........BACKBODY DROP!!!!! From the top right down to the mat. The Creeper slowly climbing back down. Saint to his feet and Creeper lands a right hand and another. Creeper with an elbow to the head...ala Dusty Rhodes......Creeper backing Saint into the ropes.....Irish whip.........pickup...POWERSLAM!!!!!!!!!!! Theres that power we spoke of!!

M: Damn it!!

K: This crowd is alive and well, as they cheer on The Creeper. Creeper up and drops a massive leg across the chest of The Sin City Saint. He makes the cover.........




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.........................kickkout by Saint.

M: There ya go!

K: Creeper now grabs Saint.....kick to the gut. What is he going for now? Creeper has Saint up................CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB!! That might do it. He might have him.

M: Creeper doesn't make the cover. What is with these masked guys? So stupid.

K: Creeper with Saint.....rake to the eyes by The Sin City Saint. Saint up and lifts Creeper up....Saint showing some power....cant hold him and Creeper rolls off the shoulders. Creeper grabs Saint now.....up.........TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!!!!!!!!!!!

M: OH NO!!!

K: Creeper makes the cover............




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[Hardcastle]

M: DAMN!

K: 2 count!! 2 count only says Gevers.

M: Alright!

K: Saint is not done yet. He still has some gas left in the tank. But how much? Creeper is signaling for the end. He is calling for his finisher....Darkness.

M: Saint must find a way to avoid this.

K: If he cannot, it will be over. We have seen The Creeper lay out superstar after superstar with this move, including The World Heavyweight Champion.

M: Shut up, Olberman!

K: Creeper has Saint hooked.....up.......Saint rolls back and on his feet. Saint......dropkick to the knee!!! The Sin City Saint with a desperation dropkick to the knee. Saint back up.........SHINING WIZARD!!!!!!!!!!! He makes the cover..............





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M: NEW CHAMP!!!

K: Not yet, only a 2 count. So close, so very, very close. The Sin City Saint is frustrated. He has the referee's attention, as The Creeper is to one knee.......LOW BLOW!!!! A low blow by The Sin City Saint, with the ref distracted due to some rowdy fans that are ringside. Saint grabs that leg of Creeper.......FIGURE 4!!!!!!!!!!

M: WHOOOOOOO!!

K: Can Saint, like Ric Flair, take gold using the Figure 4?!

M: Creeper is in trouble.

K: The Sin City Saint pouring on the pain. The Creeper with those long arms.....just inches from the bottom rope.

M: Pull him back Saint.

K: Saint trying to hold on, but Creeper is able to reach the ropes. Referee begins his 5 count. Saint not wanting to let go and finally does on 4. He would have been DQed on 5.

M: Nice. Totally legal.

K: Saint grabs a weary Creeper ..........CRAP OUT!!! Could that be it? Saint with cover.......




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...............shoulder comes by Creeper.

M: Damn it! Come on ref.

K: The Creeper still has some gas left in the tank. Saint is visibly frustrated. Saint with a right hand and Creeper from one knee fires a right of his own. Saint stumbles back and Creeper to his feet. Saint with a right and Creeper follows up with one. Saint again with a right hand and Creeper retaliates. Saint throws anoth.....BLOCKED BY CREEPER!!! The Creeper has had enough. He grabs Saint by the throat.......LOW BLOW BY SAINT!!!

M: There ya go!!

K: How can you condone that?! Referee warning The Sin City Saint. Saint lifts Creeper up and straddles him across the top turnbuckle. What is he going for now?

M: I think he might be trying for The Royal Flush again.

K: Saint climbing to the second rope on the inside. He will try to put The Creeper away and take the gold from him.

M: Olberman.....its the little girl.

K: The little girl is on the apron of the ring, appearing from think air. She is holding a lollipop and hands it to the referee. Noel Gevers is confused. The Sin City Saint has The Creeper in the double underhook.

M: WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANOTHER LITTLE GIRL!!!!

K: OH MY GOD!!! There is another little girl and is on the apron closest to Saint. Saint doesn't see her. He only sees the girl that is distracting the referee.

M: LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT LOLLIPOP!!

K: That thing is almost the size of that little girl. She hands it to Creeper. Creeper is out and headbutts The Sin City Saint. He grabs the sledge hammer like lollipop..................WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

K: He clobbers Saint with the candy and Saint is almost out cold. The Creeper grabs Saint....double underhook...........DARKNESSS FROM THE TOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: Both girls vanish.

K: The candy lollipop is scattered all over the ring. Gever in position for the cover..............





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M: Come on!!

K: The Creeper retains The North American Heavyweight Championship with the help of some candy and two little girls!! How poetic?! The Creeper avenges.

M: Can't you see the candy, ref?! Doesn't that make you wonder?! Foreign object!!

K: The refereee cannot call what he does not see.

M: Bull crap!! You are loving this, aren't you Olberman?! So damn bias!

K: The Creeper retains here at Valor Before Glory!

[Hardcastle]

M: Saint was totally screwed.

K: Up next.....Falls Count Anywhere, Mean Mike.

M: Oh yeah. Its going to get bloody and violent and really quick at that.

K: I think you might be right. To Steven Bond we go!

<In the ring.>

SB: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 40 minute time limit. This match is FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE!!!! A pinfall can take place anywhere and everywhere. A warning to all our Valor Fans.......if the action comes your way.........MOVE!!!!!!!!!! Introducing first. He hails from Asbury Park, New Jersey. He weighs in at 275lbs..................."THE MAN" RON TIBBS!!!!!!!!!!!

<"Bombtrack" by Rage Against the Machine starts to play. The guitar riffs set the mood as the crowd knows who's about to come out. Once the beat drops, white pyros explode and "The Man" Ron Tibbs jumps out from the back shouting and beating his chest. He walks to the ring hitting his chest with his left then right hand while gritting his teeth. Ron Tibbs rolls under the ropes, climbs the nearest corner, beats his chest, and shouts at the top of his lungs.>

K: Certainly not a warm reception for Tibbs tonight, by any means.

M: Why do you care who the humanoids cheer for? Does it really matter? Look at Ron Tibbs. Look at the size of this man. Does this look like a man that is afraid to step into the ring with Eric Hardcastle?! Especially when he has a license to mame, pillage, rape and plunder?!

K: Rape?! What kind of program is this?

M: Olberman.....don't try to be funny. The only thing funny about you is that 50 cent haircut of yours. And no, I dont mean the rapper.

SB: And his opponent. He hails from Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania. Standing 6'2" and weighing at 235lbs.................."THE SHOW" ERIC HARDCASTLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<The lights dim down and "Away" by Mercy Drive explodes into the arena. The fans jump to their feet, as they know who's trademark music that is. From behind the curtain out walks "The Show" Eric Hardcastle. He stops and looks over the crowd and smiles. He takes a swig of his Voss water and begins to walk down the aisle, as pyros explode all around. Hardcastle extends his hand to of his fans, as he climbs onto the apron. Hardcastle walks along the apron and looks over the crowd. He tosses his Voss water and enters the ring. He walks to the camera side and climbs the ropes. He extends his right arm into the air and crowd erupts. Pyros explode from the 4 ring posts, as Hardcastle stands in the middle of the ring with his arms outstretched and his body leaned back.>

K: And listen to the ovation that Eri...........

M: RING THE BELL!!

K: Hardcastle immediately attacks Ron Tibbs. A spear and both men go through the middle rope and right to the floor.

M: I bet they never go back in the ring.

K: The bell sounds and referee Ian Anile assigned this contest. Hardcastle.....whips Tibbs right into the steel rail. Hardcastle grabs Tibbs.....smashing his face into the French announce team.

M: Saku loves the French announce team.

K: Hardcastle with Tibbs.............TOSSING HIM ONTO THE FRENCH ANNOUNCE TEAM's TABLE!!!!

M: Tibbs sails crotch first.....INTO SAKU!!!! Poor Saku.

K: I dont know who suffers the most in that exchange. The French announce team is scattering as, Hardcastle is showing one hell of a viscious side!!! Hardcastle climbing to the top rope.

M: He couldn't.

K: OH MY!! INCOMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ELBOW FROM THE TOP THROUGH THE HEART OF TIBBS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: The announce table was just obliterated!!!

K: MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!

M: Tibbs is dead.

K: He just might be. The point of the elbow right through the heart. Hardcastle rolls on top for the cover............




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........................shoulder comes up!!

M: WOW!! Look at that, Olberman!

K: Impressive. Hardcastle a bit stunned. Where is this Ruthless Aggression coming from?

M: Where do you think? What do you think has been going on Olberman? I am sick of sitting on my hands about this. Look at who is missing. Who is missing from ringside?

K: I dont think there is anything for us to really speculate abo....

M: Smell the famaldahyde!!!! Olberman, everythiing about Hardcastle is changing. His look.......his attitude. She dumped him!!! I know you know.

K: I am not saying a word. Hardcastle with Tibbs......smashing his face right into our announce table. I hope they dont destroy our table. Tibbs head bounces up and he grabs the ring bell......WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!! Down goes Hardcastle.

M: Keep up the chirade, Olberman. Face facts. Brittney Bailey and Eric Hardcastle are no more. You and Hardcastle are a lot alike, aren't you?

K: What?

M: Yeah. Look at the look in that man's eye. The reason he has all this pent up frustration......for one is cuz he aint getting a regular piece of ass nightly now and B.............he has nothing to lose. Wounded animal syndrome, Olberman. You are looking at a man that has nothing left in his life. He might as curl up in the fetus position and die!

K: STOP IT!!! Even if what you are speculating on has any truth.....IF....that is a man's entire world. We need to respect that and call this match. Tibbs getting himself back together, as Hardcastle is crawling away. Tibbs with Hardcastle.....presses him above his head and drops him on top of the rail throat first!!! Plain visciousness!!

M: Tibbs still has a lot left in the tank.

K: Tibbs grabs a piece of that table and clobbers Hardcastle in the face and Hardcastle teeters of the guard rail and into the front row. Tibbs has a chair and he is setting it up near the rail. Tibbs climbs the chair............leaping clothesline into the crowd!!!

M: Didnt Steve Bond say.......if the action comes your way......


K: MOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: Some people just dont listen.

K: Hardcastle grabs a fans Mocha Choch Loca Latte and splashes it into the face of Tibbs!! That has to burn. Hardcastle grabs an elderly lady and pushes her out of his her seat. He has the chair......WHAM!! Down goes Tibbs. Hardcastle with Tibbs....dragging him up the aisle and towards the backstage area.

M: Wait a minute.

K: Elbow to the gut by Tibbs....he smashes Hardcastle face first into the rail going up to the second level of the arena. Hardcastle down on one knee....punch to the gut and a hard right to the head. Hardcastle up and he is headed for the rolling dumpster. Hardcastle with the dumpster..............PLOWS IT RIGHT INTO THE FRAME OF TIBBS!!

M: OH GOD!

K: Taking out the garbage. And this crowd erupts.

M:Tibbs grabs the broom from the top of the dumpster...pushing the dumpster off and Hardcastle turning back.

K: WHAM!! Hardcastle gets nailed with the broom stick to the head. Tibbs grabs Hardcastle whips him into the the side of the dumpster. Tibbs smacks Hardcastle and smashes him face first into the dumpster. Tibbs now draggin Hardcastle towards the stairs. Tibbs stepping back and he charges......HARDCASTLE WITH THE BACKBODY DROP!!!!

M: OH GOD!! Tibbs just went up and smashed right into the stairs.

K: Hardcastle makes the cover again..........




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.............2

[Hardcastle]

...............................shoulder comes up.

M: That might have been it. I thought it just might.

K: It was not. Somehow, Tibbs finds a way to get the shoulder up. Tibbs now crawling up the stairs and Hardcastle is in pursuit. Hardcastle with Tibbs.....right hand and another and Tibbs flops face first into the stairs. It is getting very tought to see what is going on, as the fans are crowding all over and our camera crew just cant see all the action.

M: Maybe some more security would have been nice.

K: Perhaps. Wait....HARDCASTLE!!!! Hardcastle just went tumbling down the flight of concrete stairs and back to the floor he goes. Tibbs coming right back down. Tibbs grabs a chair and he is using it like a sled......................DOUBLE BOOTS TO THE FACE OF HARDCASTLE!!!!

M: Tibbs looked like Santa Claus on a sleigh coming down those stairs.

K: Very creative use of a weapon. Tibbs now with Hardcastle face planted into the stairs. Tibbs has the chair......CONCHAIRTO!!!!

M: YES!!

K: Tibbs rolls Hardcastle over and he will attempt the cover................



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.................................shoulder slides up.

M: Damn it!

K: Both men are incensed to pour on this insane offense. Tibbs now dragging Hardcastle up the stairs. This crowd is just way to close to the action.

M: Someone is going to get hurt.

K: Tibbs just shoved a fan down the stairs!!!!!!!!!!!! MY GOD!!!!

M: NO DQ!!

K: We got a man down!!! Man down!! Hardcastle from behind....he shoves Tibbs into the aisle. And here comes Hardcastle......right hands to the face, as Tibbs tries to crawl away.

M: Are you sure? I really cannot tell what is going on.

K: They are fighting in the aisle, as Tibbs tries to escape to safety and Hardcastle loses him in the mass of people.

M: Tibbs is on the other side of the aisle in the stairway.

K: Hardcastle trying to find Tibbs.....Tibbs has a chair and is waiting for Hardcastle......WHAM!!!! He creams Hardcastle with the chair and Hardcastle flops into the aisle in front of him into a crowd of people.

M: Tibbs over on top of Hardcastle and he is choking the life out of him!!

K: This is legal, yet wrong. Hardcastle being choked and there is nothing the ref can do about it. Tibbs with Hardcastle now...dragging him back up the stairs towards the exit gate into the lobby of The Pepsi Arena.

M: Doctors are attending to that fan that took a fall. That'll teach that guy to get involved with the action.

K: Tibbs tosses Hardcastle into the wall and rips down the curtain to the exit. He wraps the curtain around Hardcastle's throat and continues to choke away.

M: Choke him! Choke him!

K: Tibbs with Hardcastle now......The Snackbar right in front of them there.....tosses him over the counter and into the kitchen area of the snack bar.

M: The Man heading into the kitchen.

K: Ron Tibbs stalking the fallen Hardcastle.......FLOUR TO THE EYES!!! Hardcastle uses that bowl of flour to blind Tibbs for the moment. Hardcastle grabs some pizza dough.........wrapping it around the face of Tibbs!!!

M: NO!!!! The plastic bag like affect. Poor Tibbs cannot breathe!

K: Tibbs trapped under the pizza dough and Hardcastle with a pepperoni stick.....breaking it over the head of Tibbs!

M: What about the poor hungry children in China?

K: Hardcastle grabs a trash can. Tibbs gets the dough off this face and gets his breath about him. Tibbs getting back up.........SPEARS DOWN HARDCASTLE!!!! Tibbs places the trash can on top of Hardcastle. Tibbs now climbing onto the counter................BIG SPLASH FROM THE COUNTER ON THE TRASHCAN ONTO HARDCASTLE!!!!!!!!!! The cover.........




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..............2









....................................shoulder comes up.

M: Oh come on!!!

K: Hardcastle crawling past the fridge. Tibbs now backing up...getting ready for another spear. Tibbs takes off....Hardcastle opens the fridge door and Tibbs clobbers himself head first into the fridge door. Tibbs down on one knee.....stunned a bit.

M: Hardcastle is on his feet.

K: Hardcastle......DROPKICK INTO THE FRIDGE DOOR RIGHT INTO THE HEAD OF TIBBS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Innovative as hell!! WOW!! What are we gonna see next?!

M: Ron trying to make it to his feet.

K: Hardcastle sees him....clotheslines him onto the counter. Hardcastle leaving the kitchen now and yanks Tibbs off the counter and is dragging him to the main entrance of the arena. Tibbs to his knees.....LOW BLOW!!! Right by the merchandise stand.....Tibbs tosses Hardcastle into the merchandise stand!!!

M: President Lynch is going to be pissed! Merchandise being ruined.

K: Tibbs grabs a Hardcastle shirt.....HE BLOWS HIS NOSE IN IT!!

M: HA! HA! HA!

K: Tibbs now with Hardcastle.......pickup..........POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: YES!!!!!!!!!!!

K: Tibbs falls right on top of him and makes the cover.........




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........2







.......................3!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Hardcastle]

K: 2 count. 2 count only. Tibbs cannot believe it. Tibbs with Hardcastle....tossing him right into the the display stand and stand goes flying down, along with Hardcastle.

M: These 2 have brutalized one another.

K: Yes they have, Mean Mike. It has been a war. Tibbs with Hardcastle.....tossing through the front door and out to the outside. The rain is coming down.

M: Hardcastle was right.

K: The rain is coming down and Tibbs and Hardcastle are fighting their way out into the rain. Tibbs and Hardcastle are into the parking lot right in front of The Pepsi Arena. Hardcastle fights back and we have a slug fest in the parking lot. Tibbs turns and hightails it back inside.

M: Smart. He needs to get out of the rain. Its cold outside.

K: Hardcastle giving chase and Tibbs......SMASHES THE GLASS DOOR INTO THE HEAD OF HARDCASTLE!!!! THE GLASS SHATTERS!!!!

M: You know Hardcastle is busted open now.

K: Hardcastle is bleeding pretty badly from the head and forearms. My GOD!!!! There is glass everywhere and look at Tibbs. Tibbs is pounding away on that forehead, trying to open it up some more. Like a great white shark to blood.

M: A great white?! I bet you Tibbs never thought someone would call him "great white" anything.


K: This might be the end. It just might be coming soon. Tibbs dragging Hardcastle back into the arena. He leans Hardcastle up against another glass door. What is he trying here?

M: Reality Check through the door, baby!!

K: If he hits this...its over. Nothing will be able to stop him for putting Hardcastle down and for the 3 count. Tibbs backs up and charges........Hardcastle dodges the Reality Check and Tibbs hits the glass shoulder first. The glass cracks. Hardcastle now.................SHOWSTOPPER..........TIBBS HEAD THROUGH THE GLASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: OH NO!!!!

K: Hardcastle partially blocked his shot.....Tibbs did not. Hardcastle, bleeding all over the lobby floor, as Tibbs lays in a pool of his own blood in pieces of glass.

M: Tibbs looks dead.

K: Hardcastle rolls on top........................





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...........................3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: NOOOOOOOOO!!

K: YES! YES! YES! Hardcastle somehow, somehow emerges victorious. Both men look like they just got out of a car wreck! But its Hardcastle who emerges the winner tonight.

M: I hate Hardcastle....I just cant stand him.

K: Like him or not....Hardcastle did exactly what he said he would.....adapt his style and win this match. Somehow and someway......."The Show" wins a bloody fist fight.

M: Ron Tibbs will have his day.

K: He just might. But his day is not TODAY! Mean Mike, the action has been incredible so far and we still have 2 more matches to go.

M: The World Title is still up for grabs.

K: Yes it is. I'm getting one of those feelings, Mean Mike. One of those feelings that the title is going to change hands. Its going to change hands, here tonight.

M: You're crazy! The Assassin has walked through the competition, here at Valor. No one has been able to stop him.

K: True. But he has yet to beat Zmaster. Last week, Zmaster pinned the World Champion. Keep that in mind.

M: So what? It was a tag match. Besides, that was Tibbs fault.

K: We are going to find out a little later tonight. But up next.......this is the one that everyone has been talking about. This is the one that has the wrestling community all hyped up about. We saw the war of words rage on this week. In a few moments.....the war of actions. Mean Mike, I can't wait. And we won't have to. Steve Bond...take it away!!

<In the ring>

SB: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Junior Heavyweight match. This match is scheduled for one fall with a 40 minute time limit. Introducing first. He hails from Fort Knox, Tennessee. He stands 6'0" and weighs in at 220lbs........................"THE MONEY MAN" WILL DINERO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<"Silver and Cold" by AFI starts and the lights go down low. A trail of green dollar bill signs lead from the entrance way tothe ring. Two pyros blast gold confetti in the air and "The Money Man" jogs out with a smile on his face. He slowly walks all the way to the ring, hops on the turnbuckle tight rope walks top the middle of the top rope, turns towards crowd and does a tucked back flip to the middle ofthe ring. He stands there with his right arm raised, still smiling.>

K: A warm reception for "The Money Man" Will Dinero.

M: Don't let this new attitude fool you, Olberman. Deep down, Will Dinero will stop at nothing and I mean nothing to prove he is the best Junior Heavyweight out there.

SB: And his opponent. From West Mars, Pennsylvania. He stands 6'0" and weighs in at 197lbs.........................."LIGHTNING QUICK" SHANE QUICKENBOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<"Break It Down Again" softly plays. The crowd stands to their feet and begin to cheer. The music begins to grow louder, as the curtains open and "Lightning Quick" Shane Quickenbosh appears on the stage. He raises his arms up in the air and begins to bounce from side to side. He darts down the ramp and into the aisle. He points directly at the camera, as he walks down the aisle. He reaches his arms out, from side to side, slapping hands with the fans. He stops in the middle of the aisle and leans his back against the guard rail, as the fans embrace him. With a huge smile on his face, he points at the ring and leaps to the apron. He grabs the top rope and flips himself into the ring. He climbs to the middle rope and raises his arms to the crowd for another round of cheers.>

K: WOW!! What an entrance by Quickenbosh!!

M: Because he flipped in the ring? I can do that.

K: You have trouble flipping a coin, Mean Mike. What can we expect from these two, Mean Mike?

M: A bunch of moves, that I probably don't know the names too.

K: Interesting. Shawn Esher calls for the bell and we are off. Both men come to the center of the ring and shake hands. Nice show of sportsmanship.

M: Should have punched him Dinero.

K: Both men circle the ring.......they lockup. Quickenbosh with a reverse full nelson. Counter by Dinero, into the leg trip, rolls over into a front chancery. Quickenbosh trying to get back to his feet, as Dinero has it locked in. Quickenbosh with a nice escape and into an armbar.

M: Dinero reverses.

K: Dinero into an armbar of his own. Quickenbosh trying to find the counter and spins into a reversal. Arm bar, followed up by a fireman's carry by Shane Quickebosh. Both men are countering, hold for hold.

M: They have known one another for a long time.

K: True....Dinero quickly into the leg scissors, holding Quickenbosh down. Quickenbosh quickly nips to his feet and this crowd applauses the great chain wrestling!!

M: These guy know one another like the back of their own hands.

K: Which should provide for some big time entertainment. Both men come to the center of the ring for another tie up.......go behind into the waist lock by Dinero. Quickenbosh turns to face Dinero, still trapped in the waist lock. Quickenbosh, lightning like, slips between the legs of Dinero......leg trip.....into a half crab!! Quickenbosh looks to work the leg and wear on Dinero, but Dinero quickly gets to the ropes and the referee asks for a break and Quickenbosh obliges.

M: He should. I hate it when people hold on till the 4 count.

K: What?! Since when?

M: You don't really know me, do you, Olberman?

K: Both men to a vertical base again. I really expected a high flying affair and right now both men are delivering a chain wrestling master piece. Grecko Roman knuckle lock......countered to a waist lock by Dinero with the go behind. Quickenbosh with the quick counter into a grapevine of the leg. Dinero crawls and grabs the bottom rope, before Quickenbosh can do any major damage.

M: Neither man has been able to get one over on the other.

K: Dinero looking a little frustrated that he has not been able to gain an advantage. Dinero goes to lock up again, but Quickenbosh with a leg sweep and goes for the grapevine of the leg......Dinero again rolls to the ropes and referee asks for the clean break and Quickenbosh will oblige.

M: Dinero rolls to the floor. He needs to take a time out and try to reevaluate his situation.

K: Dinero climbing back on the apron.......BASEBALL SLIDE DROPKICK BY QUICKENBOSH!!!! The tempo is quicking, no pun intended.

M: Poor Dinero hits the floor.

K: Dinero back to his feet. Quickenbosh....springboard TOPE CON HILO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Quickenbosh lands on his feet, as he wipes out The Money Man!!! Now that was money, Mean Mike!

M: Don't ever say that again, Olberman. That sounds stupid.

K: Quickenbosh rolls Dinero into the ring and comes right after him. Dinero, favoring his left leg. Leg sweep by Quickenbosh. Quickenbosh uses the leverage to lock on LIGHTNING LOCK!!!!!

M: A reverse cerebolock with a stretch muffler submission.

K: WOW!! Very nice, Mean Mike. I am impressed.

M: Yeah...these cue cards work great!

<Olberman sighs>

[Hardcastle]

K: Dinero escapes fairly quickly as he knows how many people have submitted to that very creative maneuver. Quickenbosh backs up, as Dinero takes a moment to get to his feet. Other than that one flurry of offense by Quickenbosh, this chain wrestling has kept both men at bay. Neither having the opportunity to gain an advantage.

M: Dinero back to his feet.

K: Quickenbosh trying to get a bit more aggressive. A forearm shot by Quickenbosh...blocked by Dinero. Dinero counters.............GERMAN SUPLEX BY DINERO!!!! Quickenbosh to his feet....snap mare by Dinero. Dinero steps back.......flipping neckbreaker by Dinero!!!!!! Now The Money Man getting a flurry of offense in. He is trying to take over the match.

M: Dinero with Quickenbosh, both men up and Dinero.

K: Dinero with the arm bar.....karate kick to the chest of Quickenbosh. Dinero again with the arm bar and another karate kick to the chest. Quickenbosh rolls, springs to his feet and escapes the arm bar. Quickebosh with a thundering chop!! Dinero counters with a chop of his own and Quickenbosh goes down!

M: WHOOO!!

K: Dinero grabs Quickenbosh and quickly clamps on a chickenwing!!! I have not seen a chickenwing since the days of Bob Backlund.

M: I saw a chickenwing last night.

K: Really?! Where at?

M: Kentucky Fried Chicken.

K: Not that kind of chickenwing. Quickenbosh rolling a bit.....counters into a pinfall attempt.........




.....1






..................Dinero rolls back into the chickenwing.

M: Not even a 2 count.

K: Quickenbosh rolls and finds the ropes and the hold must be broken and Dinero breaks cleanly. Dinero with Quickenbosh....forearm shiver. Quickenbosh retaliates with a forearm of his own. Dinero with another forearm. Quickenbosh....forearm. Dinero with a straight right hand. Quickenbosh................PALM STRIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: Now both men fall down.

K: The tempers are beginning to flare here, Mean Mike. Both men leaving the chain wrestling for the strikes. Quickenbosh on his knees.....beating the mat, trying to get this crowd fired up!!! Look at the look in his eyes and this crowd is breaking out into a "Quick Chant". Quickenbosh with a thunderous knife edge chop. Quickenbosh backing Dinero into the near corner. The Irish whip........Dinero to the far corner. Quickebosh charges.......sommersault dropkick into the corner goes Dinero again. Quickenbosh back up and lifts up Dinero. Dinero strattles the top rope. Quickenbosh springs to the top rope............SPRING BOARD HURRACANRANNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This could be it.

M: No cover by Quickenbosh!

K: Quickenbosh has this crowd on their feet. Quickenbosh going to the top rope again. QUICK SHANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sommersault senton and he connects. Quickenbosh makes the cover..............






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...........................3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

K: No is right. Dinero gets the shoulder up before the 3 count. WOW!! Quickenbosh pulls out one of his big moves out of his arsenal and Dinero is able to escape. Dinero sitting up. Quickenbosh from behind..........kick to the spine!

M: OUCH!

K: That one echoed through the arena. This crowd is stunned that Dinero escaped the Quick Shane. Quickenbosh with Dinero....Irishw whip.......countered by Dinero.......Quickenbosh drops to his ass. He blocks the Irish whip...what an innovative maneuver.

M: Dinero yanks Quickenbosh up.

K: Forearm smash by Quickenbosh. Quickenbosh with Dinero...........SPYRAZUL!!!!!!!!!!!!! That might do it. Quickenbosh with the cover......





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...............................kickout!!!

M: WOW!!!

K: Dinero again escapes. Incredible! Quickenbosh is up and shaking his head. Now he is signaling for the end. Quickenbosh with a forearm and another and another. The aggression is coming out. Quickenbosh with a stunned Dinero...he hits the ropes.......crossbody............CAUGHT!!!!!!!!!!!! Dinero cathces him. Dinero swings Quick..............Quick with the counter into the crucifix pin..........





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..........................kickout by Dinero!!

M: Another escape by Dinero. Dinero has his sights set, Olberman. He wants this one.

K: WAIT!! Dinero still has a hold of Quick.........DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!! A great counter by Dinero into the DVD and he plants Quickenbosh.

M: This is the turning point for Dinero.

K: One big move and the tide turns. Dinero makes the cover...........





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...........................kickout by Quickenbosh!

M: Damn it!

K: The never die attitude of Quickenbosh. Dinero shakes his head and bends down to grab Quick....kick to the head by Quick. Dinero falls to his knees. Quickenbosh getting to his knees. Both men in the center of the ring on their knees. An exchange of forearms. Dinero with a forearm and Quick answers with one of his own. Dinero with another and Quick again connects. Dinero with the headbutt. Quickenbosh topples over. Dinero with the pin............




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.........................shoulder comes up.

M: Dinero just about knocked Quickenbosh out with that headbutt.

K: Dinero with Quickenbosh...backing him into the corner. The Irish whip by Dinero........Quickenbosh to the far corner....up and Dinero charges..........over. Dinero turns and Quickenbosh charges.....HINDU PRESS...................SPINEBUSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

K: Quickenbosh rolls over to his ass......SHINING WIZARD!!!!! Quick rolls again...........SHINING WIZARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: Thats it. That has to be it.

K: Dinero makes the cover following 2 shining wizards..............





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.....................................3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Hardcastle]

M: 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

K: A two count. A two count only. Somehow, someway, Quickenbosh is able to get that shoulder up and Dinero is in absolute shock.

M: How the hell?!

K: Dinero signaling for the end. Dinero pulls Quick to the center of the ring. Dinero now........................3 SOCIAL CLASSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He will try the cover again..........




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...........................shoulder!!!

M: ARGH!

K: Dinero shaking his head. What does he have to do to get Quickenbosh down? The Irish whip by Dinero..............THE DEPRESSION!!! He locks on his version of the Million Dollar Dream.

M: This has to be it.,

K: Quickenbosh quickly counters......belly to back......Dinero lands on his feet. Dinero with a kick to the gut. HERE WE GO!!!! STOCK MARKET DROP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: YE..........

K: COUNTERED!!!! Quickenbosh reverses.....twist...reverse neckbreaker. Quickenbosh now quickly up..............springboard......LIGHTNING STRIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The cover............





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..............................3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: ARGH!

K: FINALLY!!! It comes to an end. Quickenbosh gets the 3 following his springboard tumbleweed 450.

M: I cannot believe it.

K: Listen to this crowd.....they are on their feet and they are giving both men a stand ovation!

M: Olberman.....this match...WOW!

K: Absolutely!! In my 13 year career, I don't believe I have ever witnessed a match classic like this one!!

M: I certainly haven't. My hats off to both men. And its tough for me to say that.

K: Dinero a little upset he did not come out the victor here tonight. Both men shake hands in a show of sportsmanship! You gotta love it, Mean Mike!

M: I loved this match. Lets leave it at that.

[Hardcastle]

K: I need a moment to catch my breath.

M: I concur.

K: Actually....I am being told that our buddy Gene Anderson is up in a luxury skybox with......OH MY!!! I'm gonna let Gene handle this.

M: Our buddy? Speak for yourself.

<Luxury Skybox>

(Gene) Folks, if I could have your attention up here in the Presidents
luxury suite, we have a very special guest tonight.

The crowd begins to stir a bit as Gene continues.

(Gene) He is a legend in this sport, and one day will be a sure fire hall
of famer. He is a former multiple time UIW Champion, a former ACW Champion,
a former MWA Champion. He is undoubtedly one of the great in ring
performers of his time. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him, and a
long time since all of you have also. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to
you….New York’s Own…


MIKE STRYKER!!!!!

The crowd in the Pepsi Arena absolutely lights up as Mike Stryker steps
through the door of President Lynch’s luxury suite, wearing an Armani suit,
Oakley sunglasses, and a smile that’s a mile wide. He stands there, next to
Gene, with Stephen Lynch a step behind them both, holding his arms in the
air and soaking in the cheers. He shakes hands with Lynch and Anderson
before turning back to play bit more to the crowd.

(Gene) Mike, if I could have just a second…

Stryker quits his back and forth with the fans and gives his attention to
Gene. As Anderson lifts the mic to try and start the interview, the crowd
gives Stryker another cheer, and he can’t resist. He steps away from Gene
and again pumps up the crowd, who’s raucous applause isn’t dying down.
Stryker again tries to let Gene do his job..only to this time have a massive
“STRYKER!!! STRYKER!!! STRYKER!!!” chant break out. Stryker can’t help but
laugh, now almost embarrassed by the reaction. After a minute the crowd
finally settles down and Gene may begin.

(Gene) Mike, I must say it’s been WAY too long since we’ve seen you. Since
you retired, what have you been doing with yourself?

(Stryker) Gene, I’ve just been living life, sitting back, and watching the
business I love do just fine without me…and that’s exactly how I want it.

(Gene) What about what you’ve seen tonight, what’s your opinion of Valor?

(Stryker) Gene, I gotta tell ya…these guys can go as well as anyone I’ve
ever seen. Especially that Quickenbosh and Dinero. Like I said, this business is doing fine, and the guys here in Valor are a big reason why.

(Gene) Ok, what about the main event tonight, up next? Zmaster is facing
your longtime partner, and friend…VWA Champion Brandon Bailey.

Bailey’s name does not receive a warm welcome from the Albany crowd.

(Stryker) Gene, I’m looking at Zmaster and he’s a big, strong, nasty beast
and he’s gonna be a tough order for anyone to beat. However, you know
Brandon is my boy, he’s been my best friend for almost a decade, and he’s
the best wrestler on the planet. The proof of that is in that VWA title on
his waist, and I think Brandon’s gonna pull it out tonight.

The crowd boos Stryker’s support of Bailey.

(Gene) Mike, these people don’t seem all that happy with your pick.

Stryker chuckles as he answers.

(Stryker) Hey, it’s like I always said when I wrestled. These people pay
their money, they can boo me, cheer me, whatever they want to do. I know
Brandon hasn’t been the most popular guy around here, but he’s the champ,
and take it from me, the champ has to do WHATEVER it takes to keep his gold.
I’m here to support my friend and watch him do what he does best. If
people want to boo me for that, they have every right to.

(Gene) Fair enough. One more thing and we’ve got to get to our main event.
I know you’re retired and you said you’re loving it…but is there any
chance that you’d ever want to get back into that ring one more time?

The crowd cheers the idea as Stryker laughs, being put directly on the spot
for an answer. He pats Gene on the shoulder and takes off his sunglasses.

(Stryker) Gene, I have no plans to come back. I came here tonight as a
guest and that’s all this is. I can’t say what’s gonna happen down the
line, but for right now, the urge is gone, I’m happy where I am, and that’s
all there is to it.

(Gene) Folks, one more time, give it up, for Mike Stryker!!!

The crowd fires off one more big cheer for the former legend as Stryker
gives them a couple more poses before taking his seat alongside President
Lynch for our main event.

K: MIKE F'N STRYKER!!!

M: I haven't seen Stryker in so damn long!

K: He looks in tip top shape, Mean Mike. Could we be seeing him in a Valor ring?

M: I would just love it. Mike Stryker back where he belongs.........AT THE SIDE OF BRANDON BAILEY!

K: WHAT?! Mike Stryker is not going to side with a hated man like Bailey.

M: Did you hear him, Olberman? His boy! He picked him to win.

K: Well....that doesnt automatically mean that he would side with Brandon Bailey!

M: Sometimes you are as stupid as all these humanoids. Brandon Bailey and Mike Stryker have a long history together. Mark my words......if Mike Stryker comes back......he is the next Impact Player.

K: I don't know. But what I do know is that up next......the main event. "The Assassin" Brandon Bailey puts his title and his "non pinned/non submission" record on the line against ZMASTER!!!

M: Olberman, Zmaster is going to be tapping for his life before this night is over.

K: I dont think so, but we are about to find out. Steve Bond.....take us away!

<In the ring>

SB: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is your main event. This match is scheduled for one fall and has 60 minute timelimit and this match is for the Valor World Heavyweight Championship!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Introducing first. He hails from Parts Unknown. He stands 7'0" and weighs in at 305lbs............................."THE MASTER OF EXECUTION" ZMASTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<The lights go out. Lots of fire begins to form on the screen for the entrance. Explosion hits the air and the ramp catches fire and forms a square. A man begins to rise up there and it's ZMaster with Step Up playing. The crowd begins to cheer and then starts walking down the ramp with a serious look. He looks at the cheering crowd and then goes to the ring. He enters the ring and raises his arms in the air forming an x and drops them down violently and causes an explosion on all 4 corners of the ring.>

K: And listen to this capacity crowd!!!! They are cheering on Zmaster. Can they cheer him right to the World Heavyweight Championship?!

M: No. The humanoids cannot help Zmaster. He is on his own now.

SB: And his opponent. From Chicago Illionois. He stands 6'3" and weighs in at 243lbs.....................He is the Valor World Heavyweight Champion..................."THE ASSASSIN" BRANDON BAILEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<A single spot light hits the entrance way as SammyDavis Jr.'s "Chicago" blares throughout the arena. As Brandon walks out slowly with both arms raised showing the Valor World Championship Belt. Once the music really starts going, Brandon slowly walks to the ring with a scowl on his face and argues with a few fans. Brandon then climbs under the bottom rope, slumps in the closest corner and waits for his opponent as the music fades out.>

K: The World Heavyweight Champion is met with very few cheers.

<Mean Mike stands up and claps.>

K: Sit down, Mean Mike!!

<Mean Mike sits.>

M: The champ deserves a warm welcome. He is the champ!

K: Both men are truly in phenomenal condition. And you can tell that both men have a strong desire. Zmaster to become World Champ and Bailey......

M:.........to do whatever it takes to hold onto it.

K: Senior referee Noel Gevers assigned this contest. He is explaining the rules one more time to both men. He shows Zmaster the World Heavyweight Title and raises it in the air!!

M: Thats what we are all here for.

K: Bailey has it. Zmaster wants it.

M: Bailey will retain it.

K: Gevers calls for the bell and we are off. Bailey and Zmaster meet in the middle of the ring. Bailey staring up into the mask of Zmaster.

M: He's not initimidated. Not in the least bit.

K: A little trash talking by the World Heavyweight Champion. Zmaster poised and just staring back. You could cut the tension with a knife.

M: Bailey shaking his head in disgust.

K: Bailey turns....winds up.....RIGHT HA......BLOCKED!!!! Zmaster saw it coming and nails Bailey with a right and another and another. Zmaster rocking and rolling. He backs Bailey into the corner and the Irish whip............far corner and Bailey goes upside down and out to the apron....ala Ric Flair. Zmaster sees him.....BIG CLOTHESLINE!!! He drops the World Champion and to the floor falls Bailey.

M: Time out.

K: Zmaster not standing back. Zmaster hits the ropes......SUICIDE DIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To the floor goes the 7 foot Zmaster flying through the air!! Zmaster throwing those rights into the head of Bailey!!

M: Come on ref!!

[Hardcastle]

K: Zmaster grabs Bailey and whips him right into the security rail. Referee trying to get the action back in the ring.

M: That would be nice. This is not falls count anywhere.

K: Zmaster tosses Bailey into the ring and here comes The Master of Execution. Bailey on his knees...backing down to the mighty power of Zmaster. Zmaster talking a little trash....thumb to the eye!

M: YEAH!

K: Bailey with a right hand and it stuns Z. Bailey with the Irish whip........reversed and Bailey hits the ropes......CROSSBO.....CAUGHT!!! Zmaster uses his awesome power to catch the World Champ in mid air. Zmaster with Bailey now.....SNAKEYES!~!!!

M: OH NO!

K: Bailey turns ......hammered down with the clothesline. And this crowd is loving it so far. Zmaster is dominating. Zmaster with a straight right into the corner, sending Bailey crumping in the corner. Bailey comes out....hip toss. Blocked by Zmaster. Short arm clothesline and down goes the champ again.

M: Brandon rolling to the outside to take a breather.

K: Zmaster not allowing Bailey to get his wits about him. Bailey trying to crawl away, Zmaster in chase now. Bailey getting back into the ring and Zmaster gives chase. Zmaster stepping over the top rope......BAILEY KICKS THE TOP ROPE!!!

M: Right into Z's ABC's

K: Bailey now climbing to the top rope with Zmaster strattling the top rope........bulldogs him back into the ring. Bailey makes the cover...........





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...........................kickout by Zmaster!!

M: Damn it!

K: Too much strength and too much power possessed by The Master of Execution. Bailey is up and drives the forearm to the face. Zmaster getting to his feet, as Bailey forearms Zmaster and another. A thunderous chop by Bailey and that wakes up Zmaster. Bailey is stunned and hits another knife edge. Zmaster is asking for another. Bailey obliges and Zmaster has a smile across his face!!!! Bailey tries another and Zmaster comes flying out of the corner with a big clothesline!!! Bailey is up.......Zmaster picks him up.....GORRILA PREESS!!!!!!

M: OH NO!!

K: And down goes The World Champion!!!! Bailey again begging off...Zmaster with a boot to the face. He grabs Bailey now.....sidewalk slam!! Zmaster makes the cover...........





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.............................kickout!!!

M: There ya go Champ!!

K: Bailey trying to crawl away, but Zmaster has hunted Bailey down like a big game hunter. He has stalked his prey and now he is going in for the kill. Zmaster with Bailey....Bailey with a right to the gut. Bailey with the arm bar and Zmaster counters....swings.......EXECUTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: OH NO!!!

K: This might be it. Zmaster makes the cover.........




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......................shoulder.

M: THANK GOD!

K: Bailey just got the shoulder up and avoids the pin. Brandon Bailey showing a lot of resilience here tonight. He is just having problems with the power of Zmaster. Bailey generally has issues with guys that are bigger than he is. Zmaster grabs Bailey....dragging him to center ring. He has him by the throat....up and CHOKE......Bailey escapes. Bailey off the ropes and from behind......CLIPS THE LEG of ZMASTER!

M: YES!! Work on the legs. When he is on his back, he is the same size as you.

K: Smart move by Bailey, but a cheap shot nonetheless. Bailey now with Zmaster by the leg....drives his knee into the knee of the challenger. Bailey grapevines the leg and attempts to put some pressure on the weak knee of Zmaster. This crowd trying to get behind the challenger.

M: Shut the humanoids up!

K: Bailey now going for the figure 4.....Zmaster kicks Bailey in the ass and Bailey goes stumbling into the ropes. Zmaster hobbles up. Bailey turns......CHOKESLAM!!!!! BOOM!!!

M: Boom?

K: Zmaster a little weak and is struggling to make the cover.........




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..................................shoulder comes up again!

M: Got to hook the leg.

K: Zmaster's knee is bothering him. Zmaster now trying to get back to a vertical base. Zmaster now signaling for the end. Can he hit The Death Sentence?

M: No way!

K: Zmaster, bad wheel and all has Bailey setup......UP AND DEA.....the knee gives out. Zmaster's knee gave out on that and Bailey slides off the back of Zmaster. Zmaster back up......LOW BLOW!!!! Referee distracted by Zmaster's injury and Bailey takes advantage with the low blow. Bailey quickly now.........CHICAGO CRIPPLER!!!!!

M: YES!!!!

K: OH MY! Can Zmaster survive?! Bailey has him dead center in the ring. The challenger in a boat load of trouble here. You can see the pain and anguish displayed by Zmaster.

M: How? He is wearing a mask.

K: The facial features, Mean Mike.

M: Its a hard mask.

K: Nevermind. Zmaster in a lot of pain, as he tries to reach the ropes.

M: Tap you son of a bitch!

K: Zmaster has no quit in him. Zmaster wants to be World Heavyweight Champion. It is his life's dream. A destiny unfulfilled. A prophecy that must come true. Zmaster inching his way, but Bailey has The Chicago Crippler locked on tight. Bailey has beaten many a man with this hold.

M: Like Eric Hardcastle.

K: Yes, like Eric Hardcastle. Zmaster again inches his way and he is getting closer and closer. Can he.....can he get a few more inches...just a lil.....a lil......YES!!! Zmaster grabs the bottom rope. Referee calling for the break........1.....2.....3.....4.....5!!! Come on Bailey!!

[Hardcastle]

M: Absolutely. Bailey should be DQed for that. Ring the bell. Oh no...Bailey retains.

K: Bailey finally lets go, but the damage is done. The damage has been severely done. Can Zmaster even get back to a vertical base?

M: ITs Zmaster who is crawling now.

K: The challenger in trouble.....as Bailey stomps at the leg of Zmaster. And again. Zmaster cries out in pain. Zmaster in the corner, trying to get up. Bailey comes charging in and Zmaster meets him with a big boot to the face!!!! This crowd pops!! Zmaster is still alive!!

M: Whoopie.

K: Bailey is stunned a bit, but Zmaster is on the bad wheel. Bailey turns and charges again and Zmaster connects with another boot to the face and Bailey does the face flop to the mat!!! The champion in trouble again.

M: IN trouble by the gimp? Please.

K: Zmaster trying to hobble over to mount the comeback. He is drawing from this capacity crowd!! So many in attendance want to see a new champion.

M: I don't.

K: Bailey up....right hand...blocked by Zmaster and Zmaster with a right. Bailey stumbles. Bailey tries another right....Zmaster again blocks and connects with another right and Bailey stumbles. Zmaster hobbles over.....another right and another right!!!! The champion is reeling. Zmaster pickup...........CHOKESLAM!!!! Incredible. What power. The challenger getting himself back in this game. Zmaster with Bailey...Irish whip to the far corner....follows him in.....big charging clothesline and Bailey flops to the mat. Zmaster now is headed for the top rope.

M: Good. He will fall. Idiot.

K: Zmaster really feeling the adrenaline pumping and is headed for the top, bad wheel and all. Bailey trying to get to his feet. Zmaster perched. Bailey turns...........CLOTHESLINE FROM THE TOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ZMaster connects. The cover................





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..............................3!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: WHAT?!

K: Foot on the rope. Bailey got his foot on the rope. WOW!! Good call by the offical. Zmaster pulling the straps down. Zmaster feeling the strength from the crowd. He signals for The Death Sentence. Zmaster hobbles over. He grabs Bailey. In the setup............

M: SIN CITY SAINT!!!!!!!!!!

K: Saint has hit the ring. Zmaster sees him......right hand off the apron and Saint goes flying to the floor.

M: DA MAN!!!

K: Ron Tibbs hits the ring................REALIT..........Zmaster side steps it..........CLOTHESLINE AND OVER THE TOP GOES TIBBS!!!!

M: NOOO!!!! The calvary. Not the calvary.

K: Its over Mean Mike. Brandon Bailey's reign as the World Champion comes to an end here tonight.

M: REFEREE!!!!!

K: Bailey just knocked the referee down from behind. The ref takes a tumble to the floor. Zmaster sees Bailey....spins him around...kick to the gut. DEATH SENTENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There it is!!!!

M: No ref.

K: Wait...referee is beginning to stir. Zmaster makes the cover......1.........2..........3..........4..........5.........6........7.........8....9.....10. Count all day....this one is over.

M: Referee is still hurting. Tibbs has a chair.

K: Tibbs is coming into the ring with a chair. Zmaster does not see him.

<Crowd explodes into cheers.>

M: What are the humanoids che.......

K: IMMUNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Its Immune!! Immune hits the ring.......he slides underneath the bottom rope between Tibbs and Zmaster. Tibbs swings and Immune grabs the chair in the air. He yanks it away from Tibbs. Immune goes to swing and Tibbs takes off to the floor. Zmaster is up and he sees Immune. Immune has come to the Zmaster's rescue and Zmaster realizes it. They embrace. Zmaster telling Immune to get the ref.

M: That dumb ox!!!

K: Zmaster's long time friend and associate Immune is here to help the challenger....the soon to be World Champion. Zmaster with Bailey in position for another Death Sentence. Immune turns..........WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT!?!?!? OH MY GOD!!!!! THE CHAIR TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD OF ZMASTER!!!!!

M: YES!!!!!!!! Immune is the smartest man on the planet.

K: Immune has turned on his longtime friend. Immune has turned his back on Zmaster and all his fans!! That son of bitch!! Look what you have done. Immune is not done either. Immune with a stunned Zmaster.....chair right into the knee cap of Zmaster. Immune tosses the chair to the floor and grabs the ref. Noel Gevers rolled back into the ring, as Brandon Bailey drapes an arm over the chest of Zmaster. Please come on. It should not end like this.

M: But it will, Olberman. It ends the way it should.....Brandon Bailey on top for the 1...2....3.

K: Referee in position and the cover...................





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..........................PLEASE GOD NO............3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Hardcastle]

K: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Zmaster rolls the shoulder!~! Zmaster rolled the shoulder up and its not over!!!! This crowd is buzzing. Zmaster is not dead. Not by a long shot.

M: I cant believe this. That referee is bogus. He cant even count to 3. Get a new ref.

K: Immune is upset. He is beside himself. Bailey is shocked. Bailey to his feet. He has Zmaster. Zmaster just about out of it.

M: Gevers is still groggy. He isnt even watching the match.

K: Gevers is trying to clear the cobwebs. Bailey with Zmaster now...............CHICAGO FACE BUST..........BLOCKED!!! Zmaster has it scouted. Zmaster instead with a stright right hand and he grabs Bailey. Death Sentence Time. He will try it again. Zmaster has him up......stumbles back towards the ropes.......

M: WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

K: OH NO!!!! Immune nails Zmaster in the bad knee with that chair again!!!! Zmaster falls to the mat. Bailey back up......CHICAGO FACE BUSTER!!!!! Bailey slumps in the corner.

M: The Sin City Saint telling the ref to get over there and do his job.

K: Referee turns and Bailey rolls him up...............




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...........................................3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: YES!!!!!

K: Its over. Somehow, Brandon Bailey hatched a plan and has retained the World Heavyweight Championship.

M: I love it. I told you Olberman. I told you. Bailey is never going to lose that belt.

K: Brandon Bailey needed the help from 3 other men to beat Zmaster. He couldn't do it on his own. And one of those 3 is Immune. A man that Zmaster has been friends with for so damn long. I am so dissapointed in Immune. You rotten son of a bitch! I hope you rot in hell!!

M: So jealous.

K: You stole from your best friend. You crushed his dream. I hope you're proud of yourself. I hope you can sleep at night. You son of a bitch!!

M: Calm down Olberman!

K: I can't. This was Zmaster's night. This was the night he was to become champion and that son of a bitch stole it from it. Have you no soul you rotten son of a bitch?!

M: Immune did what needed to be done. He has inserted himself with the most powerful force on the planet......The Impact Players. Immune is an Impact Player!

K: He's a son of a bitch!!!! I hate his stinking guts! Look at those 4 despicable pieces of crap. They are so damn proud of themselves. They are standing over the beaten body of Zmaster. It took 4 of you to beat him down. All 4 of you. Cuz not one of you could actually beat him 1 on 1. The fans are beginning to toss garbage into the ring.

M: Get security.

K: The ring is filling up with garbage. Get these guys out of here. I don't want to see their ugly mugs.

<Crowd pops>

M: WHAT THE>?!

K: Hardcastle....Quickenbosh and Dinero head to the ring and The Impact Players scatter. Run you cowardly sons of bitches! Thank God for Hardcastle and the rest of the Valor locker room. I am sick of this crap.

M: Geesh Olberman. You need to relax.

K: I am damn it!! I just cant stand these sons of bitches!! Someone has to put a stop to them. They have run rough shod all over this company for the last 4 months and this has to end. You bastards!

M: Olberman!

K: I can't do it, Mean Mike. I am sick to my stomach.

M: You better calm down. They are coming this way.

<Olberman gets up.>

K: I'm gonna let them know how I feel.

M: WHAT?!

<Olberman takes off his head set and walks towards The Impact Players. Olberman begins shouting at Immune. Immune pie faces Olberman down to the floor, as The Impact Players head up the aisle.>

M: OLBERMAN!!! So stupid, Olberman.

<Olberman lays on the floor, as Shane Quickenbosh comes to his aide. The Impact Players stand atop the stage. Saint and Tibbs on the end. Bailey and Immune in the middle. They each raise the other's hand up in the air and pose, as the screen fades to black.>

[ZMaster]

Where to begin. I felt the matches came off really well. Was a good PPV and worth the wait. Can't wait for the next card.

[katrina]

Oh my Gawdddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd! Awesome Awesome but i like didnt make and Appearance bad Hardcastle Bad *Smacks Hardcastle over the head*