Sunday Night Slam Results 10/2/05

[Hardcastle]

Sunday October 2, 2005

Bell Time: 9pm EST

From The Broome County Arena in Binghamton, NY

<Highlights from Valor Before Glory are shown. Each clip showing who won which match is shown, concluding with the shocking turn of events concerning Immune and Zmaster.>


<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 Shane Quickenbosh delivering a Tope Con Hilo to Will Dinero from Valor Before Glory 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.

<A reel of images begin flashing on the screen. An image of Saku with his hand raised. An image of Will Dinero looking into the sky. An image of Juba attacking Immune. Finally and image of The Creeper holding the NA Title up in the air.>

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 Sunday Night Slam theme song plays "Paperthin Hymn" by Anberlin and the camera cuts to ringside, where Kevin Olberman and Mean Mike Patrick are seated.>

K: Welcome everybody to The Broome County Arena in Binghamton, New York!!!! Welcome to the East Side!!! Welcome to Sunday Night Slam!!! I'll be your host, Kevin Olberman and alongside me is my tag team partner.....Mean Mike Patrick.

<Patrick is seen wearing a red bandanna, covering his mouth like some sort of thug. He flashes 3 fingers on each hand to the camera.>

M: West Siiiiddddeeee in da house. Fo shizzle, nizzle.

K: Huh?

M: You'd ben OWNED! Ah ha!

K: Why do you have a hanky wrapped around your face?

M: Cuz I'msa gangsta from the West Siiiiddddeeee!

K: You're from Dillsburg, Pa.....home of the World's Largest Pickle.

M: Shhh!! I told you not to tell anyone.

<Mean Mike takes his bandanna off his face.>

K: Anyway. Tonight, we are loaded with action. We have 2 HUGE Junior Heavyweight Tag Team matches. We ha....

M: Olberman....I just got this message that we are cutting to the dressing room area. Brittney Bailey is back!

K: WHAT?! Let's take a look.

<Screen fades to the dressing room area. Standing outside the dressing room door is Eric Hardcastle. His look ever changing, as his hair is growing darker and longer. His face is unshaven and his eyes are piercing. He leans against the doorway talking to Brittney. The discussion looks pretty animated. Eric hands Brittney a teddy bear with a balloon attached to it. She frowns. Brittney's appearance is changing as well. Her hair is going back to her natural blonde.>

BB: Eric....what are you doing? I told you....its over. Why can't you just stop?

<Eric shakes his head.>

EH: I don't believe it.

<Brittney sighs.>

EH: Tell me you don't love me. Tell me you don't love me......and I'll walk away for good.

<Brittney rolls her eyes and looks up into Eric's.>

BB: I.....I...I do.........

<The sound of a popping balloon is heard, as Brandon Bailey walks up behind Brittney, stabbing the balloon with a pocket knife. He puts his arm around his sister and chews his gum, arrogantly.>

Brandon: Piss off, small fry. In case you didn't hear the lady......she ain't interested.

<An intense amount of anger flows to Eric's face, as he stares intently at Brandon.>

Brandon: Puff that chest out. Get angry. Do whatever you want.....just don't do it around Brittney, no more.

<Eric looks down at Brittney, who quickly darts back behind the door, sobbing. Eric looks back at Brandon.>

EH: This isn't over. Not by a longshot.

Brandon: Buh-bye!

<Brandon slams the door in Eric's face. Eric's balled up fists become unballed, as he turns to walk away. The door opens again. Eric turns and watches as Brandon rips the head off the teddy bear, tossing the pieces out into the hallway. He slams the door shut again, as Eric looks down at the destroyed stuffed animal. The screen fades back to ringside.>

K: So sad.

M: HA! HA! HA! HA!

K: What are you laughing about?!

M: Did you see the look on Hardcastle's face?! HA! HA! A balloon.....$.50 cents. A 12 inch stuffed animal $9.99. The look on Eric Hardcastle's face........PRICELESS!!!!!!!!! HA! HA! HA!

K: You are a sick, sick, sick little man.

M: Come on Olberman. You can't tell me that wasn't hilarious.

K: How is that funny? That is a man's life. His entire world has been turned upside down.

M: Oh well. I hate that bastard anyway. Speaking of hate......I'm suprise to see you all mellow this week. Especially after what happened last week.

K: You mean because of what Immune did to Zmaster.

M: Yup.

K: Folks, in case you missed it. A shocking and I mean shocking turn of events took place this past Sunday. In the main event World Title match, it looked as though Zmaster was just moments away from achieving his dream of becoming the Valor World Heavyweight Champion, when some of Bailey's goons attacked. Zmaster stayed on control and Immune seemingly came to Z's rescue. But that was not the case. In fact, Immune attacked Zmaster from behind and helped Brandon Bailey retain the World Title in controversial fashion.

M: And then...

K: And then?

M: And then you had a melt down and decided to confront Immune and he pie faced you to the mat. That was great!

K: What is with you this week? Hardcastle's life is spinning upside down. Zmaster's dream was shattered, not to mention the loss of a close friend.

M: Boo hoo. Lets have a pity party. Face it Olberman...the cream rises to the top. And that cream is.....The Impact Players.

K: Well....that cream just might get melted. Because on October 30th, 2005......on Devil's Night....Valor's Annual Tradition continues........THE CAGE OF HORRORS!

M: WHAT?! NO WAY!

K: Yes. President Steven Lynch made the announcement earlier this week. At Halloween Horrors, October 30th 2005......it is going to be a 5 on 5, team on team, battle in the main event in The Cage Of Horrors.

M: Who's in it?

K: The participants have not been announced. But what we can tell you is that one team will be captained by The World Heavyweight Champion Brandon Bailey and the other by..............ZMASTER!!!

M: ZMASTER?! WHY?! Bailey already beat him. Bailey should not be confined in between mesh steel with a psychotic 7 foot monster!

K: Well...he will be. And Brandon Bailey is in deep trouble. But enought about the future. Lets get back to the present. As I was saying earlier, 2 big Junior Heavyweight Tag Team matches are on deck, as well as #1 contender's match for the NA Title and a NA Title defense against Immune.

M: Can you smell it, Olberman?

K: Did you fart again? You and that damn chilli.

M: No! I'm talking about sniffing the scent of a title change. Go ahead....take a deep breath.

<Olberman takes a deep breath and begins to cough.>

K: Damn it, Mean Mike!!!

<Olberman waves his hand in his face.>

M: Now I farted! HA! HA! HA!

K: You are such the riot tonight. Steve Bond.....take it away.

[Hardcastle]

<In the ring.>

SB: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest is scheduled for one fall and features Junior Heavyweight Action! To my left.....weighing in at a combined weight of 440lbs.................Pryme and Anthony Shadows!!!!!!!!!!

<Crowd explodes into cheers>

SB: And their opponents. Introducing first. From San Jose, California. Standing 5'9" and weighing in at 210lbs...........................VOODOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

< The lights go out and then a big splash of fireworks hit the stage and out of the smoke comes Voodoo, running from one side of the ramp to the other looking at the fans, like they aren’t anyone, then slides into the ring and goes to the top turnbuckle and raises his arms and spits out water as a fire pyro shoots from the turnbuckle. He jumps down and looks at the entrance way waiting for his opponent.>

K: This crowd not that impressed by Voodoo.

M: ARSENIC!!!!

K: Arsenic hits the ring and referee calls for the bell and Voodoo and Arsenic jump their opponents before Jeff Bausman can even call for a bell and we are off!!! Voodoo and Arsenic with Shadows and Pryme backed in seperate corners. The double Irish whip.......double reversed and Voodoo and Arsenic collide heads. Voodoo rolls to the outside, as Pryme grabs Arsenic.....Irish whip.....spin heel kick. Pryme quickly back up........spinning leg drop and he will try the cover.........





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......................kickout by Arsenic.

M: This has kind of backfired.

K: Pryme grabs Arsenic and makes the tag to Shadows. Shadows climbing to the top rope.........missle dropkick by Shadows. Shadows quickly into a dragon sleeper.......Arsenic slips out into a hammerlock. Shadows looking for the reversal.......single leg trip. Shadow spins the toe and drops his right over the knee of Arsenic, as Arsenic cries out in pain. Arsenic reaching up.....rakes the eyes of Shadows. Arsenic rolls and makes the tag to Voodoo.

M: Excellent timing.

K: Voodoo charges and Shadows sees him coming in......arm drag take down. Back up and another arm drag and another. Shadows on fire here. Shadows with a forearm shiver, backing Voodoo in the corner.....Irish whip....Voodoo springs off the top turnbuckle and into a moonsault.....roll through by Shadows......cover..........




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..........................kickout by Voodoo.

M: Shadows makes the tag.

K: A lot of rapid movements and quick tags. Pryme and Shadows working together.....double Japanese arm drag....Voodoo on his feet....off the ropes......double hindu press......double RKO!!! Voodoo gets clobbered there.

M: Ugh! Come on ref. 2 on 1.

K: Pryme now off the ropes......ROLLING THUNDER ON VOODOO!!! Pryme is going to the top. Could he be looking for the Five Star?

M: He could be looking for sea shells.

K: Pryme from the top........Voodoo nips to his feet. Springs to the top rope..................HURRACANRANNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: WOW!!! From the top!!! Did you see that?

K: I most certainly did. Voodoo springs to the top rope.....................SINNER's REBELLION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The cover..........




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

M: The save by Arsenic to stop Shadows from breaking the count.

K: And this one ends like it begins.....quickly. Voodoo and Arsenic pick up the victory over Pryme and Shadows.

M: Yeah baby!

K: Great match. Folks, up next is a #1 contender's match to the North American Title. The Sin City Saint and Juba go one on one.

M: Imagine this Olberman. The Sin City Saint # 1 contender challenging.......THE NEW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION..........IMMUNE!! Impact Player vs. Impact Player!

K: That does sound like a great match. But what about Juba vs. The Creeper?!

M: Eh. Not so good.

K: Lets find out who is going to get that title match. Steve Bond....take it away.

<In The Ring>

SB: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. The winner of this match will become the NEW # 1 contender for The North American Championship. Introducing first. He hails from Long Island, New York. He stands 6;8" and weighs in at 278lbs................................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: Listen to the ovation for Juba in his home state of New York!

M: Yeah....listen to the humanoids.

SB: And his opponent. Hailing from Sin City, Nevada. He stands 6'1" and weighs 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. Strobe lights 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 look on The Sin City Saint's face just about tells it all. Here is a man that is ready to take that next step to greatness.

M: Most intelligent thing you said all evening, Olberman.

K: Referee Shawn Esher calls for the bell and we are underway. Both men lock up, as the fans are solidly behind Juba. Juba using his power, shoving Saint down to the mat and a big pop from the crowd.

M: SHHHH!!!

K: Saint underestimated Juba's power. He backs up into the corner, using the corner to pull himself back up. Saint dusting himself off as he steps back to the center of the ring.....another lock up........and Juba once again shoves Saint right down to mat and crowd explodes again.

M: Saint rolling to the outside. He needs a moment to regroup.

K: Juba showing off how powerful he is right here in his home state. Saint climbs back on the apron....asking the referee to back Juba off. Referee complies and Saint reenters. Juba immediately comes after him and Saint ducks back to the floor.

M: So smart. The Sin City Saint is one of the smartest wrestlers in Valor.

K: Saint again takes a powder and this time Juba is not going to wait. He exits the ring and gives chase to Saint. Saint takes off and rolls back into the ring and Juba slides underneath the bottom rope, as Saint begins to stomp him in the head.

M: See!! Intelligence. So smart.

K: The Sin City Saint with Juba now.....Irish whip............leg lariat and Saint makes the cover.........




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...........................kickout by Juba.

M: Pour it on Saint.

K: Saint stepping back, as Juba gets to his feet........superkick, dropping Juba to the mat. The Sin City Saint now....standing senton and he will try another cover..........




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.........................kickout by Juba.

M: Slow count!

K: Saint frustrated following what he believed to be a knockout shot. Saint with Juba now.....Juba with a right hand to the gut and another. Juba to his feet. Juba off the ropes.......Saint catches him with a huge knee lift right to the jaw. Saint to the outside. He is on the apron.

M: Juba trying to get to his feet, as the humanoids cheer him on.

K: Juba is up and Saint springs..........slingshot clothesline. Saint will try another cover..........




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

M: What is wrong with that referee?! That was a 3 count.

K: The Sin City Saint has not been able to find the combination to be able to put Juba away. Saint cannot believe it and he is headed for the top rope. Juba working his way to his feet, as Saint works his way to the top rope. Saint from the top............CROSSBOD...........CAUGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Juba catches him...........POWERSLAM!!!!!!!!!!!

M: Damn it!

K: Both men are down, as Juba attempts to grab control of this match. This New York crowd trying to get behind Juba......trying to get Juba back into this.

M: Shut them up!

K: Both men to their feet. Saint with a right hand....blocked by Juba. Juba counters with a right of his own. Saint will try another....Juba ducks and a right of his own. Saint tries the haymaker......Juba ducks and grabs Saint......atomic drop!!! Saint hurting and turns.....................CHOKESLAM!!!!! Juba plants The Sin City Saint. Juba for the cover.........





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[Hardcastle]

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

M: Phew!

K: Juba picking up Saint......JUBA BREAKER!!!! This might be enough.

M: Juba does not make the cover.

K: Juba instead with Saint.....setting up for the powerbomb. Juba is going to try and really put The Sin City Saint out of it.

M: IMMUNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

K: Immune has come to ringside and the referee is quickly trying to keep Immune out of the ring. Saint to his knees........LOW BLOW!!!!!!!!!!!

M: Oh so smart!

K: Saint back to his feet............SAINT's HONOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: Immune walking back up the aisle.

K: Referee turns into a cover by Saint.........





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

K: Damn it! The Sin City Saint picksup the win. And The Sin City Saint is the # 1 contender for the NA Title.

M: The Impact Players are the most powerful force in professional wrestling today.

K: Incredible. But how ironic would it be if Immune does win the North American Title tonight. The number 1 contender would be fellow Impact Player......The Sin City Saint.

M: Don't try to start stuff, Olberman. Everyone already knows that.

K: We're gonna go backstage, where Gene Anderson is with Immune. Gene....take it away.

<Backstage>

GA: Thank you Kevin Olberman! Join me in welcoming my guest here tonight.........IMMUNE!!!

<Immune steps in front of the camera, next to Gene.>

GA: Immune....tonight, you have an opportunity to become the North American Champion. But it will be no easy task, as you will have to dethrone the undefeated......The Creeper!

<Immune shakes his head.>

IM: Gene, does this look the face of a man who is afraid?! Does this look like a face of a man who looks intimidated?!

<Immune stares into the camera.>

IM: Take a look at my eyes, Creeper. I coming tonight to do one thing.......take the North American Championship and bring it to prominence amongst the elite of Valor.....The Impact Players!

GA: Immune, you just might do that. But what about what you did to Zmaster at Valor Before Glory. You took from him. You destroyed his dream. A dream that he was just within moments of realizing.

<Immune smiles.>

IM: Well, after I defeated Saku.....DOMINANTLY....might I add. I had a............

<Saku walks up and goes face to face with Immune.>

SK: Dominantly?

<Saku smiles.>

SK: I believe Juba did all the work.......and you stole the spotlight. But that seems to be what you are good at these days, Immune. Hell....you felt the need to do it to Zmaster.

<Immune becomes very angry.>

SK: Did I hit a nerve? I'm not done.

<Saku reaches up and slaps Immune across the face, as the crowd pops. Immune snaps his head back, as Ron Tibbs comes out of no where and lands a Reality Check to Saku, sending Saku crashing through the curtain and to the cement floor. Gene Anderson scatters, as Immune stands over Saku with a huge smile on his face. He pats Tibbs on the back, as security comes in and pushes Immune and Tibbs out of the scene. Screen fades back to ringside.>

K: OH MY GOD!! Saku just got clobbered by Ron Tibbs!

M: DA MAN!

K: Unresolved issues between Immune and Saku still. Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is another Junior Heavyweight Tag Team match. This time it pits the two men who stole the show last Sunday.....Shane Quickenbosh and Will Dinero. Only last week, they were in opposite corners. This week they have to join forces.

M: You don't really think they will get along, do you?

K: I think their competitive nature will take over and these two will work together just fine. Lets get to the ring wtih Steve Bond and find out!

[Hardcastle]

<In the ring>

SB: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is a tag team action in the Junior Heavyweight Division. Introducing team # 1. First from Anderson, Indiana. He stands 6'0" and weighs in at 225lbs.....................HAVOK!!!!

<Lights go out and the stage lights up while Crazy Trainis blarring out of the PA system, and then the light leaves the stage and travels through the fans and out from the fans comes Havok jumping from out the fans ring barrier and Havok slides into the ring and then leanes up against the ropes and awaits his opponent to enter the ring.>

SB: And his partner. From Toronto, Canada. Standing 6'4" and weighing at 220lbs.......................Shane O'Riley!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<Shane walks down to the Ring with a Canadian Flag the Fans Boo as he continues to walk he eventually gets in the Ring and waves the Flag and waits for his oppenent.>

K: This is our first look at both Havok and O'Riley.

M: Olberman, you have to be impressed. The resumes on these two are extremely impressive.

K: What the hell belt is that that O'Riley has?

M: Thats the JWA EWA North American Title.

K: Why the hell does he have it here in Valor? That belt means ABSOLUTELY nothing around here. The Creeper is the REAL North American Champion.

M: O'Riley is proud of it.

K: Referee Ian Anile needs to take that belt and dump it in some garbage can!

SB: And their opponents. First 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 backflip to the middle of the ring. He stands there with his right arm raised, still smiling.>

SB: And his tag team partner. 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: Listen to the ovation for Quickenbosh!

M: I would rather listen to paint dry.

K: Anile calls for the bell and this match is underway. Quickenbosh and Havok starting out for their respected teams. Tie up in the middle of the ring.....standing switch by Havok. Quick looking for a counter.....turns inside the waist lock.....slides between the legs...double leg trip and into the side headlock. Excellent counter by Quickenbosh. Back to a vertical base go both men. Havok with the Irish whip....Quick off the ropes and Havok lands the shoulder tackle. Pace quickens. Havok hits the ropes....Quick up with the leap frog.......Havok from the near side.........hip toss by Quickenbosh!!!

M: They are going at it a million miles an hour.

K: Havok up.....Quickenbosh with standing dropkick and down goes Havok. Havok back up and an arm drag take down. Havok back up and charges Quick.....Quick ducks the clothesline.......turns......PALM ST......Havok blocks the palm strike. Elbow to the gut and Havok grabs the hand in a Greco Roman knuckle lock. Havok springs to the top rope......spring board arm drag take down........Quick rolls to his feet.....Havok charges.....Quick with the tumbleweed and makes the tag to Will Dinero!

M: HERE COMES THE MONEY!

K: Havok walks over to his corner and he tags out to Shane O'Riley. O'Riley making his debut here tonight on Slam. Dinero and O'Riley....Shane charges and Dinero drops down.....leg trip and Dinero quickly on top of O'Riley into a modified version of the camel clutch.

M: A devestating submission hold.

K: Dinero trying to get the submission. Now he rolls off into a pinning combination........




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...........................O'Riley kicks out.

M: Interesting pin attempt.

K: Dinero with the arm bar....O'Riley turns and levels Dinero with a forearm to the face and another. O'Riley gets the hold broken. O'Riley with the Irish whip..........GERMAN SUPLEX!!! ORILEY into a quick cover..........




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......................a kickout by Dinero.

M: ORiley to his feet and off the ropes.

K: Dinero sees him....leap frog......Oriley from the far side........perfectly placed dropkick by Dinero. Dinero drags Oriley to his corner. He tags in Quickenbosh. Dinero with Oriley.........neckbreaker. Quickenbosh from the top................senton bomb!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Quick makes the cover...........




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....................................Havok makes the save.

M: Nice save.

K: Havok looks like he needs a bath.

M: Smells like it too. But its part of his appeal.

K: So far, Quickenbosh and Dinero have had no troubles whatsoever. Quick reaches out and makes the quick tag to Dinero. Cutting off the ring and making frequent tags. Great strategy. Quickenbosh with the Jujigutame.........Dinero off the ropes....baseball slide dropkick! These two are working like a well oiled machine.

M: So far, Olberman. Match aint over.

K: Dinero with a front chancery. Oriley looking for the counter into a spin....Dinero spins countered.....catches him with the kick to the gut. Dinero now......double underhook suplex. Dinero tries the cover..............






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......................Havok makes the second save of the night.

M: Well timed save.

K: Dinero not happy with that. He is confronting Havok.

M: Oriley on his knees.

K: Dinero distracted....now turns.....JAWBREAKER BY ORILEY!!! Oriley makes the tag to Havok. Havok comes in. He hits the ropes....baseball slide dropkick to the Dinero. Havok with Dinero...........bulldog. Havok springs off the top rope........moonsault!!! He makes the cover.........




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

M: Ooohhh....close.

K: Very close. Havok now.......running shooting star press!!! Innovative. He will try the cover...........




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[Hardcastle]

.................................dropkick by Quickenbosh to make the save.

M: Havok now with Dinero...draggin him to his corner.

K: Tag is made to Oriley. Oriley climbing to the top rope.....double sledge. Now Havok and Oriley taking control of this match. O'Riley thinks he may have Dinero. He signals for The Distant Canadien.

M: His version of the pedigree.

K: Double underhook by O'Riley.........Dinero counters...........MUSCLEBUSTER!!!!!!!!!!!! Dinero with the tuck and roll.....makes the tag to Shane Quickenbosh!! Quickenbosh, quick as lightning, hits the ring. PALM STRIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He sends Oriley back into a neutral corner. Quickenbosh now...............WINDMILL CHOPS!!!! He unloads with a series of windmill chops. Quickenbosh springs to the top..........TAIL OF THE DRAGON!!!! The offense is rolling out of Quickenbosh.

M: Havok comes in.

K: Havok enters the ring. PALM STRIKE!!!! Quickenbosh lands the palm strike, stunning Havok. Quickenbosh with an elbow to the gut. He grabs Havok's arm.....TOREADOR!!!!!!!!!!!!! Out to the floor goes Havok.

M: HOLY CRAP!

K: Quick rolls....makes the tag to Dinero. Quickenbosh now takes off.............TOPE CON HILO TO THE FLOOR ONTO HAVOK!!!!

M: HOLY SHI........

K: THATS RIGHT!!!! Listen to this crowd. Dinero grabs Oriley....springs to the top rope....Tornado DDT. Follows up.......3 Social Classes!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: He could have him.

K: Dinero does not make the cover. Instead he is setting him up for The Depression. Oriley stumbles to his feet........DINERO.........DEPRESSION!!!!

M: Nighty night.

K: Oriley has it scouted.....backbod...........Dinero to his feet. Oriley turns..............STOCKMARKET DROP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The cover...........





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M: DINERO WINS!

K: Quickenbosh and Dinero come out victorious here tonight!!!! And you were worried about them not getting along. PSH!

M: I didnt think they could, Olberman. I really didnt.

K: Well, they did. Dinero rolls out of the ring and he is headed up the aisle. Quickenbosh bowing in front of this capacity crowd. He is showing his appreciation to the fans, as they have shown to him.

M: Havok hits the ring and he attacks Quickenbosh!

K: Havok attacking Quickenbosh. He and Oriley are double teaming Shane.

M: Dinero is half way up the ramp.

K: He doesn't see any of this. But Oriley and Havok are unleashing hell on Quick. Havok from the top...........Wrecking HAVOK!!!!!!!!!!!!! He just creamed Quickenbosh! We gotta get some help out here.

M: These fans want Dinero...but Dinero is backstage already.

K: Here comes Anthony Shadows and Pryme!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: Havok and ORiley scatter.

K: Thank God for Shadows and Pryme. How could Dinero turn his back on Quickenbosh?!

M: He didn't. He just didnt see what happened.

K: Shadows and Pryme make the save. What an incredible match. Up next is the main event. Immune challenges The Creeper for the North American Heavyweight Title.

M: We're gonna have a new champ. Guaranteed.

K: I am being told that Zmaster just entered Eric Hardcastle's dressing room. Lets take a look.

<Hardcastle's dressing room.>

ZM: Eric!

<Eric is packing his bag full of his gear. He zippers the bag shut, as he turns to high five Zmaster.>

EH: Whats up, Z?

ZM: Where you going?

EH: I really don't know.

ZM: That doesn't sound really good.

EH: I'm not in a good place right now, Z. I think it would be best if I take off for awhile....get my head on straight.

ZM: Look man.....things are changing in Valor. The Impact Players are running wild at every end. Someone needs to take a stand.

<Eric stares at Zmaster.>

ZM: Halloween Horrors is coming up and I'm in the main event. I have to assemble a team to combat Brandon Bailey's team. I need the best that Valor has to offer. I need Eric Hardcastle.

<Eric looks up into the air and lets out a sigh.>

EH: As much as I would love to get my hands on Brandon Bailey............I think I'm gonna have to pass. The Cage of Horrors is a big deal. Its the main event of Halloween Horrors. I dont think I could live up to expectations and I just might turn out to be an hindrance and not a help. I hope you can understand. Good luck.

<Hardcastle extends his hand to Zmaster and Zmaster shakes it. Eric grabs his bag and walks out of his dressing room, headed for the parking garage. The door swings closed, as Zmaster stares into the camera.>

ZM: Yeah....you too buddy.

<Screen fades back to ringside.>

K: WOW!!

M: Thats huge!! Eric Hardcastle declined Zmaster's invitation for Halloween Horrors.

K: Thats a huge blow to Zmaster's team.

M: Bailey is gonna have this one in the bag, weeks before the match. I love it!

K: Zmaster behind the 8 ball already. Speaking of behind the 8 ball.........up next is the main event. A battle of 2 very big bulls! Immune challenges The Creeper for the North American Title.

M: History in the making, Olberman. Tonight, we see a new champion.

K: How can you be so sure?

M: Because.....I am tight with the Impact Players. They have shared with me their million dollar plan to bring all the gold to the IP.

K: IP?

M: Impact Players. What is wrong with you Olberman?

K: Steve Bond...take it away!

[Hardcastle]

<In the ring>

SB: Ladies and gentlemen, the final contest is your main event. This match is scheduled for one fall with a 60 minute time limit and its for THE NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP!!!! Introducing first, he is the challenger. Hailing from Indianapolis, Indiana. He stands 6'8" and 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: And this crowd is letting Immune know how they feel concerning Zmaster.

M: Boo hoo! Who cares? In a few minutes they will be bowing down in front of the new champion.

K: We'll see.

SB: And his opponent, he is the North American Champion. He hails from Haddonfiled, Illinois. He stands 7'2" and weighs in at 326lbs........................................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 out the lights slowly come on and the little girl is gone.>

K: The champ is here!

M: Don't say that. That is reserved for Brandon Bailey.....THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

K: There is a lot of girth in that ring. Over a half ton. Senior official raising the NA Title up in the air and he calls for the bell. The meeting of two bulls. Here we go!

M: Immune looks really confident.

K: Both men lockup in the center of the ring. Who is going to prove to be more powerful?

M: Neither man wanting to give an inch here.

K: Both men are very powerful....neither man able to gain an advantage. Still struggling and neither can get the advantage and they seperate. Both men circle the ring and will try it again....locking up and both men trying to gain the advantage......Creeper with a little bit.....yes....he is able to push Immune to the corner.

M: WHAT?! He pulled the hair.

K: He did not. Referee asking for a clean break and he is actually going to get it. Both men come to the center of the ring and they will lock up again......a big struggle. Who is going to come out the victor in this test of power?

M: Immune.

K: But its Creeper who pushes Immune back into the corner once again. Referee asking for the clean break again. Creeper backs off......and Immune connects with a right hand.

M: HA! HA!

K: Immune with another right. Creeper reaches out and grabs Immune in the choke, as both men back into the corner. Referee asking for the break and Creeper is going to back off, but he is not happy. Immune smiling and comes out to the center of the ring.

M: Immune asking for the test of strength.

K: Greco Roman knuckle lock....test of stre......knee to the gut by Immune. Another cheap shot. Double sledge to the back. Immune backing Creeper into the ropes....the whip.......Immune with a shoulder tackle neither man goes down. Immune hits the ropes......leaping shoulder tackle and down goes Creeper. Immune is up and drops the elbow. Immune with the cover.........




...1





.........2






......................kickout by Creeper.

M: Take it to him Immune.

K: Immune with Creeper.....rioght hand by Creeper. Immune with a sledge to the back. Immune with a forearm and into the corner goes The Creeper. Immune with the Irish whip and Creeper hits the near corner. Immune charges with a head of steam.............BOOM!!! He crashes into The Creeper. Creeper staggers out of the corner and Immune picks him up...........BIG SLAM!!! Immune off the ropes....drops the leg. Hooks the leg.............




......1






.........2







..................kickout by Creeper.

M: Immune has dominated.

K: He has had control of this match. Immune now with Creeper......right hand. Creeper turns and fires a right of his own. Immune again with a right and Creeper retaliates. Immune swings and Creeper ducks......Creeper takes off.....off the ropes..........LOU THEZ PRESS!!!! Creeper on top of Immune. Creeper now grabbing Immune.....pickup and a slam. Creeper up....drives the elbow and another elbow and another elbow!!

M: Come on Immune!

K: The Creeper taking over here. Creeper with Immune.....throws him into the corner and begins to unload with rights and lefts. Creeper with Immune, smashing his face into the turnbuckle. Now lifting Immune up...............AIRPLANE SPIN!!!!

M: I think I'm gonna......I'm gonna.....I'm gonna......PUKE!!!! I think I'm gonna puke!

K: Aim the other way. Creeper dropping Immune down to the mat. Creeper bounces off the ropes.....big splash to Immune and he makes the cover...........





.......1






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







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

M: PHEW!

K: So close. Almost a 3 right there. Creeper with Immune....Irish whip......tilt the world backbreaker!!!! Creeper tries the pin again...............






........1







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







.................................kickout again!

M: Immune will not go down.

K: Creeper now pulling Immune up and lifts him up. Creeper has him................TOMBSTONE!!!! Could this be it?! Could Creeper have him? The cover...........




.........1







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








...............................shoulder pops up!

M: YES!!

K: WOW!!! Somehow he escapes. The Creeper thinks he can put Immune away now. He signals for the end. Creeper calling for Darkness. The Double underhook........Creeper lifts him up and Immune counters. Immune trying to block it. If Creeper connects...its over. Immune pops up and stuns The Creeper with a right hand. Immune takes off and Creeper gets a big boot up and down goes Immune!!!

M: NO!!

K: Creeper drops the leg. Creeper will try the cover...........




......1







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................................foot is on the rope and Gevers sees it.

M: Smart move by Immune. Great ring presence.

K: Creeper cannot believe it. Creeper will try Darkness again. He pulls Immune up and for the second time, Immune pops out and hits Creeper with a right hand. Immune hits the ropes.....Creeper follows him and.....BIG CLOTHESLINE!!!! He levels Immune. Immunbe back to his feet and Creeper sees him.....pick up......ARGENTINE BACK BREAKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!

K: Creeper signals for the end. This captacity crowd can feel it. They know the end is coming.

M: Shut up Olberman!

K: Creeper has Immune setup now. The double underhook.......


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

K: What the hell is the # 1 contender doing here?!

M: Saint on the apron.

K: Creeper sees him and clobbers Saint....sending Saint crashing to the mat. Immune to his feet and Creeper turns..........SPINEBUSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! INCREDIBLE!!!!

M: Its not over.

K: No, not yet. The Sin City Saint is able to distract Creeper long enough to save Immune. Immune is trying to get his wits about him. Immune is up and clobbers Creeper with a right hand and another. Immune with a kick to the gut.....could it be the Disease.....Creeper has it scouted and sends Immune into the ropes.......backbody drop.........OVER THE TOP!!!!! Immune goes sailing over the top rope and to the floor.

M: DAMN IT!!!

K: The Impact Players are rocked now. Immune climbing back on the apron. Creeper sees him and connects with a big right. Creeper now gonna suplex Immune back in. Creeper with Immune up......the power of Creeper.....THE POWER!!!!

M: SAINT!!!!!!!!!!

K: Saint trips the leg of Creeper and Immune comes crashing down ontop of The Creeper into a pin. The Sin City Saint holding on to that leg.............







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

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

K: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?!

M: Olberman....I told you!! I so told you!!! The million dollar plan.

K: The Creeper has been screwed out of his North American Title. Referee Gevers hands Immune the North American Title!!! Can you believe this?! The Sin City Saint is in the ring and he holds the hand of Immune up and Creeper sees it and he grabs Saint and tosses him into the corner. Creeper unloading with right hands and left hands. Immune from behind..........WHAM!!!! He nails Creeper from behind with the NA Title.

M: Yeah. Hit'em again Immune!

K: A double team on The Creeper by Saint and Immune.

M: BEat his ass down!

K: The Creeper is in trouble, as Saint and Immune are double teaming Creeper.......LISTEN TO THIS CROWD!!!!!!!!!! ZMASTER!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: WHAT THE HELL?!?

K: Zmaster hits the ring and Saint comes right over and Zmaster begins to unload on him with right hands.....clothesline and over the top goes Saint to the floor. Immune from behind with the belt and nails Zmaster!!!!

M: YEAH!

K: Zmaster feels no pain and turns and sees Immune. Immune is shocked. Immune takes off, as Zmaster chases him. Immune and The Sin City Saint are headed up the aisle, as Zmaster cleans house!!!! Mean Mike, the Impact Players are taking over. They now have all the gold!!!! And they have the # 1 contender for the North American Title.

M: You can't stop'em. The Impact Players are the most well oiled machine I have seen since the early Horsemen. They cannot be stopped.

K: They are starting to make a believer out of me. Wait....I am being told there is an argument going on in the parking garage. Lets take you out there!!

[Hardcastle]

<The screen fades to the parking garage, under the Broome County Arena. Right next to the entrance to the garage is Eric Hardcastle and Brittney Bailey. Hardcastle and Brittney are having a heated discussion. Eric grabs Brittney by the arm, but Brittney pushes him off, points at him and turns to walk away. Eric shakes his head and can only watch, as she begins to walk away from him, possibly forever. She walks past the entrance way, as we hear a set of tires screeching. Eric looks over and sees the same golden Cadillac that once tried to run Brittney down before. Eric takes off........diving in front of the car, pushing Brittney to safety. Eric goes flipping up into the air, smacking into the windshield, cracking the windshield and flipping over the roof of the car, smacking into the trunk and landing behind the car. Brittney is laying to the side of the car, as she sees Eric laying on the cement floor. She begins to crawl towards him.>

BB: Oh my God! Eric? Er.....Eric?

<Brittney continues to crawl towards Eric, who is laying on the cement floor. As she comes within a few feet of him, she bursts into tears. She rushes to Eric's side, as she notices a pool of blood laying underneath Eric's head.>

BB: Oh my God!!! Eric?!?! Honey? Eric.....please. Oh God! Eric?! NO!

<Brittney begins crying hysterically. She bends down to kiss his forehead. She notices blood bleeding from him abdominal area. Eric lyes somewhat stiil, as Brittney coddles Eric.>

BB: You're gonna be ok. Oh God! There's so much blood.

<Zmaster comes rushing into the scene. Zmaster has a cell phone and calls 911. Zmaster places the emergency call.>

ZM: I just called for an ambulance. Just try and relax. Its gonna be ok.

<Zmaster walks over to the driver side door of the Cadillac and opens the door. He reaches in and yanks out..................no one. The inside of the vehicle is empty. Zmaster does reach over to the passenger side seat where the Valor World Heavyweight Title is lying. Zmaster lifts the title belt out. Olberman and Patrick arrive on the scene, along with other wrestlers from the locker room.>

BB: Zmaster....where's the ambulance? Eric needs to get to the hospital.

<Zmaster pounds the roof of the car, leaving the World Title on the roof. Zmaster looks down at Brittney and grabs his cell phone. He places another call to 911. Eric looks up at Brittney.>

EH: Ok.......ok.

BB: Yes. Its gonna be ok.

<She holds Eric in her arms, as Eric continues to stare off into her eyes.>

EH: Are ......you....you ok?

BB: I'm ok.

<Brittney continues to cry hysterically.>

EH: I'm sorry. I'm....<cough> so so....sorry.

BB: For what?

EH: I screwed up.

BB: No. You saved my life, sweetie. You saved my life.

<Brittney bends down to kiss Eric on the forehead. Eric begins to cough some more, as tears begin to trickle down from his eyes.>

EH: Hey! Hey.....its snowing.

BB: What?

EH: Its snowing. There's snow. So beautiful. Beautiful. The snow.

<Eric reaches out his hand, attempting in his mind, to snag some snow.>

BB: Oh God, Eric....what are you doing?

EH: I want to catch one. Just one.

<Brittney tucks his hand back.>

BB: I'll do it for you, ok? I'll do it for you.

<Brittney holds her hand out and then closes it, bringing it back to Eric's face.>

EH: You got one? Did you get one?

BB: Yeah, I got one.

<Brittney holds her hand open in front of Eric. Eric stares at her empty hand.>

EH: Look at it. Look at it. Wow!

<Eric begins looking around.>

EH: There's billions of them. Billions!

<Eric coughs and continues to cry.>

EH: No two are the same. Each one is different. Unique. Just like you.

<Eric reaches up and brushes Brittney's cheek.>

EH: You know its true. Its true. What I said.....what I always said.

<Brittney stares intently into the eyes of Eric, who can only stare back, as his eye lids begin to close slowly.>

EH: When I look at you............I see forever.

<Eric's eyes slowly roll into the back of his head, as his eye lids come to a close.>

BB: Eric, please. Eric?! Eric?! Damn it...NO!! Eric!!!!!

<Eric is fading quickly, as the ambulance sirens can be heard and the ambulance pulls to the entrance of the garage. The Med. team leaps from the ambulance and head right to Eric to try and aide him. The camera looks over the roof of the Cadillac to see that the World Title is now gone, as the screen fades to the Valor logo and then out.>

[Valor CEO]

Holy Christ, first off I would like to say congratuations to myself, lol jking, nice match Creeper, and I would also like to congratuate the rookies of Voodoo and Arsenic for pulling off the win against Pryme and Shadows, quick but very nice match. I would also like to congratuate Sin City Saint, for his win against Juba to become the #1 Contender for the North American Title. I would also like to congratuate one more person, and that is Hardcastle on these awesome results and the time frame was amazing.

I do have to say I hope Hardcastle recovers from his automobile accident, Very charismatic in the ring, so get well Hardcastle. You see what women do to men? lol

Well the main event seems to be setting up really nicely for Halloween Horrors, 5 on 5 tag team match is going to be awesome, can't wait to see the competitors competing in that match.

Once again awesome results Hardcastle, can't wait to see the next card as well as the pay per view.

Immune

[juba]

damn i really thought i had it won. i really did but i cant complain. your choices not mine so congrats to sin for the win. and congrats to all the winners

[The eXtremist]

I knew we'd have a new North American Champion, I knew it'd happen. Good showing Hardcastle. I'm anxious to get RP'ing.

[Quickenbosh]

Hardcastle, incredible job with the results to this event. While the matches came off average, you began building the pay per view beautifully. A lot of new/different angles have developed. This card was full of drama and story and was still very entertaining. Mean Mike Patrick was extremely funny once again!

Congratulations to Immune for winning the North American Title. Great job, man!

[Sin City Saint]

great card man. olberman and patrick were great. i love the part where patrick does the mastercard bit. priceless. heh..heh..heh. nice job on story building as well and i finally won again...woohoo!

[Bailey]

Once again a well executed card. Big Ups to everyone who rpd...which just happened to be everyone on the card! See how much fun things can be when we all participate. LOL! ;D

The Impact Players hold all the gold in Valor baby! WHOOOO! LOL. Congrats Immune. You earned it. You were able to turn it around and move forward in the right direction.

[The eXtremist]

I was just about to ask when the next Slam card was coming out until I saw the Thunder show added to the fray. Nice.

[katrina]

Aww man the ending is so Real it gave me Goosebumps.