Young Lions Cup 2006 Round 1, Night 2 Results

[Bailey]

***Disclaimer...This is a taped show that took place before Halloween Horrors.***

<The screen zooms in to a shot of the YLC Trophy. "The Next Two Weeks" by Halifax begins playing. Numerous images begin to appear of different participants, including Will Dinero, Steve Castle, Saku, Shane Quickenbosh, Ryan Young, Havok and Pohatu. Freeze frames from Saku's moonsault to Shane Quickenbosh's tope con hilo are shown. A shot of Pohatu and Ryan Young facing off, followed by an Arabian facebuster of Havok's. The screen then fades to ringside, where David Black and Larry Legend are seated. The 2005 YLC Trophy sits at the announce table.>

DB: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to the Young Lions Cup 2005 Tournament, Night 2! I'm David Black, with me as always is the man who needs no introduction, Larry Legend.

LL: That's right chum bucket, I'm here to call one of the biggest midget fights of all time! I'm proud of the fact that Valor is supporting Little People.

DB: Little People?! The Jr. Heavyweights aren't midgets Larry.

LL: Could've fooled me. They're no bigger than my 10 year old nephews in Wisconson.

DB: You can't be serious.

LL: Listen Chode, I'm 6'6" 314lbs, my nephews are pushing 5'8" 183lbs. They're in the 5th grade and can kick your ass like I did after Thunder.

DB: I'd rather not comment on that....I'd rather get to our first match of the evening, "The King of the Cage" Tiger vs "The Real Deal" Chad Roberts.

LL: There's no cages in this tournamet Davey-Boy...President Lynch doesn't want to hurt the midgets, but I still have my money on Tiger. Chad has potential...but he seems like a flake. Damn Canadians!

DB: Again?! On behalf of the Valor Wrestling Alliance, I apologize to all Canadiens and Little People for my partner's choice of words tonight. In no way do they refl...

LL: Don't be such an ASSH...

DB: STEVE IS IN THE RING!!!

<In Ring>

SB: Ladies and Gentlemen, our first match of the evening is a Young Lions Cup match that is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. First, hailing from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at 215lbs..."THE KING OF THE CAGE" TIGER!!!

<Two feline eyes appear on the ValorTron and the crowd erupts into cheers as "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor hits, the quick strums of the guitar leading the drums and tambourine into the song. TT appears at the top of the ramp, the crowd cheering even louder, black and orange Pyro shooting off to either side of him. TT raises his arms out to the crowd, and then walks down the ramp, looking at the signboards that the fans have created. His golden orbs look around for a while more before he raises his fist and the crowd cheers again. He runs to the ring, orange and black pyro shooting off in front of him as he runs through them. Reaching the ring he climbs the ropes and stands on the middle rope and raises his arms as orange pyro shoots out of the right turnbuckle and black pyro shoots out the left and enters the ring. He crosses over to a turnbuckle and raises his fist and the crowd cheers again. He hops off twisting in the air and landing on his feet ready to wrestle.>

LL: I hate cats Davey-Boy! They make my eyes water and I break out in hives. If it was up to me, all cats would be exterminated from the face of the earth in a bloody crusade.

DB: And I suppose you would be the one to lead that crusade?

LL: It's smart ass questions like this that got your ass kicked last time chum bucket!

SB: His opponent, hailing from British Columbia, Canada and weighing in at 225lbs..."THE REAL DEAL" CHAD ROBERTS!!!

<"Ironman" plays as Chad walks out with a leather jogging suit on, which at the front has neat cursive writing spelling The Real Deal. On the back it was a Canadian flag and above it says Chad and below it, it says Roberts. He sort of comes out like Christian until he gets in the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle. He then wipes his chest with both hands and then wipes both shoulders at different times with one hand.>

LL: Damn Ca...

DB: THERE'S THE BELL!!!

<Bell Rings>

DB: Tiger and Roberts face to face...both men lock up...Tiger gets the advantage and puts Roberts in a side head lock...spins to his left around the back or Roberts and places his arm into a hammerlock...HAMMERLOCK GERMAN SUPLEX!!!

LL: His shoulder's gotta' be out of the socket!

DB: Roberts clutching shoulder in pain...Tiger picks him up...Irish whip...Roberts off the far ropes...Hurricanrana! Tiger up quickly...Standing Moonsault! Pin attempt...


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LL: The Canadian midget barely kicks out at 2 1/2.

DB: Tiger back up...picks Roberts up...Irish whip to the corner...Roberts in hard....Tiger backs up...charges...Somersault...flip-flop...BACK ELBOW!!!

LL: Gotta' expect that from a cat.

DB: Roberts stumbling out of corner...Tiger leaps to the top ropes...Roberts turns around...TIGER LEAPS...THE FINAL KILL!!!

LL: Did he just do what I think he did?!

DB: Yes he did! Tiger hits a stunner from the top rope while Roberts was sill on the mat...I don't know how he did it, but Roberts is out cold. Tiger celebrates for a second, covers, and it's automatic after a move like that...

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SB: The winner of the match by pinfall..."THE KING OF THE CAGE" TIGER!!!

LL: ALL RIGHT! That's another point on my bracket! And a very quick point I might add.

DB: So I take it you like cats now?

LL: Hell no stupid! I hate the little demons...but right now I'm loving Tigers!

DB: As are the fans!

LL: SCREW THE FANS!

DB: <Look of shock with jaw dropped and mouth wide open.> WHAT?!

LL: YOU HEARD ME! SCRE...<Mic cuts out but can still see his mouth moving.>

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DB: I think we'd better get going to the next match...Johnny Arsenic vs Saku!

LL: I feel a cinderella story coming on. I've never liked Saku and his clean wrestling image. The Fin's are just as bad as those Damn Ca...<Mic cuts out again.>

DB: What's wrong with you?! Are you trying to get this company sued?!

LL: Who cares?! If anybody has a problem with me, step up and get knocked down!

DB: Oh boy...Steve is in the ring ready for our second match of the night!

<In Ring>

SB: Ladies and Gentlemen, our second match of the evening is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. First, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, canada and weighing in at 200lbs...JOHNNY ARSENIC!!!

<As the song begins to play the lights in the arena turn to red and white.The red light spots Arsenic as the white light flashes.Arsenic wears silver shinny pants w/ black stripe on the side.The letters Arsenic are on his buttocks...He wears a red/white jacket with a Maple Leaf on the back of the jacket representing Canada. Arsenic has brown long hair with blonde streaks.Arsenic enters the ring by sliding into the ring and goes to the nearest corner and stands on the sencond rope looking at the crowd in disgust.>

DB: Don't even think about saying it!

LL: You don't tell me what to do Black! If I want to say F...<Mic goes out.>...Canadians I'll do it when I want to!

DB: <Shaking his head> We are sooo fired now.

<In Ring>

SB: His opponent, hailing from Turku, Finland and weighing 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 blue lights 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 twohands and looks about the crowd for a moment before descending.>

LL: And if I want to say FU...<Mic cuts out.>...I can do that too!

DB: <Head down> Why me?

<Bell Rings>

DB: There's the bell and Saku and Arsenic are face to face...Arsenic doing some jaw jacking to Saku and points to the Canadian flag...Saku smiles, gives a sarcastic thumbs up, and pokes Arsenic in the eyes!

LL: SMART MOVE!

DB: Arsenic blinded...Saku moves in...rear waist lock...greco roman takedown...slides into a front face lock and Saku has the early edge.

LL: Way to take advantage early in the match.

DB: Arsenic stands up while Saku still has the front face lock...Arsenic with punches to the gut...Saku releases the hold. Arsenic bounces off of the near ropes...lucha pop...Arsenic back off the ropes again...

LL: ...TOREADOR!

DB: Saku back to his feet and charges...Arsenic with a lucha whip...Saku off of ropes...

LL: ...TOREADOR!

DB: Arsenic up and sweeps the legs of Saku with his hands...quick pin...Saku out before the count...Both men up...Arsenic charges...Leg sweep by Saku...covers...Arsenic out before the count...both men up again...both men go for a dropkick and miss...both men to their knees with fists ready!

LL: What an exchange by two F...<Mic goes out>...foreigners!

DB: STOP IT! PLEASE!!!

LL: Whatever...call the match!

DB: Both men tie up...Arsenic with a side headlock now...rolls into a drop toe hold...ties the legs up...STF!!!

LL: Saku in trouble now!

DB: Great mat wrestling by Johnny Arsenic...Saku inching to the ropes...

LL: Both men are foreigners dumbass...they use the metric system.

DB: OK...Saku centimetering to the ropes...and he's got them. Arsenic dosn't let go and the ref starts the 5 count...

LL: He releases the hold at 4...good job.

DB: Arsenic up and puts the boots to Saku...Arsenic picks him up...whips him to the ropes...goes for the clothesline...

LL: COUNTERED!

DB: Saku ties Arsenic up with a Crucifix pin....

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LL: Kickout! Barely

DB: Both men up quickly. Right hand by Arsenic, returned by Saku...Both men trading rights...Saku gets the advantage...Irish whip...Reversed...Saku bounces off the ropes...ducks a clothesline...bounces off ropes...ducks a back hand...springs off of middle rope...SPRING BOARD CROSSBO...

LL: DISHONERABLE DISCHARGE!!!

DB: Arsenic just caught Saku in mid air with that Superkick from out of nowhere! Arsenic falls on top for the cover...

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LL: YES!!! I AM THE MAN!

<In Ring>

SB: The winner by pinfall...JOHNNY ARSENIC!!!

<Ring Side>

DB: What a match! Johnny Arsenic pulled off the unexpected and knocked off a top seed in this tournament! That's 2 upsets in a row tonight.

LL: And two points for me! Forget everything I said about Canadians tonight...Arsenic jsut saved that country from getting their asses kicked by me!

DB: Whatever...Let's continue with our third match of the night..."The Electric Enigma" Pohatu vs Anthony Shadows.

LL: These two midgets can really move, and we're about to find out exactly how good they are tonight!

DB: They're not midg...

LL: What was that Davey-Boy? Your ass is ready for another date with my boot?!

DB: Take it away Steve!

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<In Ring>

SB: Ladies and Gentlemen, our third match of the evening is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. First, hailing from Boone, IA and weighing in at 215lbs..."THE ELECTRIC ENIGMA" POHATU!!!

<The odd sounding opening of Faint by Linkin' Park, the lights in the arena dimmed down, the lights inside the actual entrance starting to flash between yellow, electric blue, and bright white. As the lyrics first started up, a figure was seen slowly moving out on the entrance, his movements not cocky, yet at the same time showing a certain inner-confidence. The figure stepped out fully onto the stage and turned, his back now fully to the entrance, no one except the people that were right up against the stage able to see his face. The figure reached up, adjusting his upper clothing before finally snapping his head back, the lights returning to normal to show Pohatu standing there in his regular wrestling attire, a certain glint in his eyes that showed he was ready for the upcoming match up.Pohatu whipped off his vest and chucked it out into the audience, a brief scuffle happening because of it briefly before the vest finally disappeared into the sea of bodies, Pohatu starting his trek down the ramp as the vest finally disappeared. At about midway down the ramp he paused, glancing from side to side, no emotion seen on his face as he did so. He slowly raised his hands up into the air, hooking his thumbs and rolling his hands around, making the image of a phoenix with his hands. He then snapped his hands down, his fingers briefly taking the shape of lightning bolts on the way down. Pohatu continued his trek down the ramp, pausing again as he reached the main ring area. He glanced over at the announcers, his eyes then travelling to the time keepers, the cruiserweight seeming to be making sure everything was in place. Pohatu walked over to the steel steps that were on the corner to the left of him, slowly walking up them, placing his hand on the steel post as he reached the apron. Pohatu stared into the center of the ring for a few seconds before grabbing the top rope with one hand, stepping up the ropes and vaulting over the top rope. He landed smoothly inside the ring, leaning against the corner turnbuckls briefly before walking out into the center of the ring, raising one arm up into the air to briefly taunt the audience, lowering it just as quickly. He walked over to the corner furthest from the audience, slowly stretching out as he waited for the beginning of the match.>

LL: I wonder what's up with that Dave Masters guy is that Pohatu is always talking to.

DB: I think he's just a trainer or mentor of his.

LL: I don't remember asking for your opinion in the matter, besides, it was a rhetorical question moron!

SB: An his opponent, hailing from Mason, Ohio and weighing in at 230lbs...ANTHONY SHADOWS!!!

<Electrifying guitars come over the speakers, as Fist wrapped in blood hits over the PA. The lights go out, not a sight can be seen, until three random spot lights all at once hit a Anthony Shadows. With his arms raised he runs down the ramp. Saying a few choice words to all the booing fans. He sides into the rings under the bottom rope. Then proceeds to warm up for his match.>

DB: Shadows has been on somewhat of a losing streak here in Valor, and was on the receiving end of a brutal attack by Voodoo and Ryan Young thanks to...

LL: Money! I would've left the turd in the ring too, and if he had the guts to say something afterwards, I'd kick his ass!

DB: Are you on steroids? You've been really aggressive recently.

LL: I'm a gladiator stuck in the wrong era with a bunch of PUSS...

DB: There's the bell!!!

<Bell Rings>

LL: Cut me off again Black...I dare you.

DB: Shadows and Pohatu with a greco roman knuckle lock, into a test of strength.

LL: Test of strength, HA!

DB: Pohatu winning the battle...Shadows bridges backwards with his head touching the mat...Pohatu kicks him in the side, lets go and drops the quick leg.

LL: Smart move, most morons just help the guy back up.

DB: Pohatu picks Shadows up, Irish whip to the far ropes...goes for the clothesline, ducked by Shadows who bounces off the ropes...and counters with a flying forearm smash! Shadows back to his feet...Standing Senton, then a quick cover...


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LL: Kickout! If Pohatu went down that quick, Masters would've disowned him!

DB: Good point...Shadows to his feet, bounces off of ropes...SHINING WIZ...

LL: CAUGHT!!!

DB: Pohatu catches the leg of Anthony Shadows and rolls him up into a One Legged Boston Crab! Shadows in pain reaching for the ropes...

LL: Nice counter! Man that midget can wrestle!

DB: Shadows finally reaches the ropes...Pohatu lets go, picks Shadows up by the hair and whips to far corner. Shadows in hard...Pohatu charges....Monkey Fli...

LL: COUNTERED!

DB: Shadows lands on his feet...charges towards Pohatu...Dropki...

LL: SIDESTEPPED!

DB: Shadows falls hard...Pohatu picks him up...sets up for a powerbomb...Shadows up in the air...Pohatu spinning!!!

LL: There's no way in hell I'd have a man's crotch in my face for that long!

DB: Pohatu still spinning...Sitdown Powerbomb! Pin attempt...


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LL: Kickout!

DB: I don't know how he did it, but Anthony Shadows kicked out of a spinning sitdown powerbomb and Pohatu is in shock too.

LL: These midgets are tougher than I thought.

DB: Pohatu picks up Shadows again...Irish Whip...Shadows off of far ropes...Pohatu goes for the discus punch...CONNECTS! Shadows down hard clutching his jaw. Pohatu picks Shadows up again...kick to the stomach...caught...Shadows spins him around...Dragon Whi...Shadows ducks...Drop kick to the knee of Pohatu!

LL: Great awareness...now kick his ass and end this match!

DB: Pohatu on one knee...Shadows bounces off of far ropes...Drop kick to the face! Shadows up quickly....Corkscrew elbow drop! Shadows picks Pohatu up...Irish Whip...Reversed...Pohatu tosses Shadows over the top ropes!

LL: Now that's how you win a match!

DB: Shadows slow to get up...Pohtau measuring...Bounces off of far ropes...Springs to the top...SPRING BOARD SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!!

LL: Midgets are suicidal too.

DB: The referee starts the 10 count. Pohatu is up...rolls into the ring at 4. Shadows now up...rolls in at 8. Pohatu grabs Shadows...whips him to far corner...Shadows leaps up to the top turnbuckle...CROSSBO...Pohatu counters by rolling through...pin attempt...


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LL: Kickout! Man that midget can wrestle!!!

DB: For the last time, they're not midg...

LL: SHUT IT!

DB: Shadows and Pohat back up...Pohatu goes for the quick hurricanranna...countered Powerbomb by Shadows! He lifts Pohatu back up...Another Powerbomb. Shadows climbs the top ropes...Corkscrew Splash!!! The Cover...


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LL: Kickout! Whoo that was close!

DB: Shadows frustrated...picks Pohtu up and pushes him to near corner...Knife edge chops...He places Pohatu on the top ropes...punch to the stomach...

LL: Looks like something big.

DB: Shadows climbs up...Punches by Pohatu...Headbutt by Pohatu and Shadows is reeling...Pohatu with a haymaker...

LL: TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

DB: Shadows falls from the top ropes to the mat...Pohatu signaling to the crowd...Leaps...

LL: LIGHTNING NEVER STRIKES TWICE!!! Man that's a mouthful!

DB: Pohatu nails that shooting star headbutt...shakes the cobwebs out...covers...

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DB: What a great match that was! Shadows gave it his all, but Pohatu was able to pull out the win in style.

LL: Hell yeah! Right now I'm undefeated in my YLC Brackets! I told you I'm going all the way! Mean Mike doesn't have a chance, and by the end of this midget fest, I'll be 25 G's richer!

DB: <Sighs> Before we get in anymore trouble, let's move on to the final match of the evening...Steve Castle vs Voodoo!

LL: I'm sick of seeing Voodoo Davey-Boy. He's got the right attitude, but I'm tired of seeing the same guy like every week on Thunder. Now I have to watch another one of his matches in YLC. I picked him to lose just so I don't have to watch him anymore.

DB: What makes you think he's going to lose just because you picked him to?

LL: Easy...if he doesn't, I'll just kick his ass! I have no qualms about beating the piss out of midgets!

DB: We'll see. Steve Bond is back in the ring to announce the match.

[Bailey]

<In Ring>

SB: This final YLC 2006 match of the evening is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. First, hailing from San Jose, CA and weighing in at 220lbs...VOODOO!!!

<The lights go out and purple fog covers the entrance way, the music hits and at the up beat point of the song pyros crash in the center of the entryway (bubba boys) then Voodoo makes his way out throwing his hands in the air as the fans boo, and then he throws his hands down in disappointment/ Makes his way to the ring and does a frontflip over the top rope, and then walks over to the turnbuckle and looks around at the crowd pointing out certain people and then flips them off.>

DB: Voodoo looks ready tonight!

LL: Yeah, ready to lose...my brackets are going to be flawless!

<In Ring.>

SB: His opponent, hailing from San Diego, CA and weighing in at 200lbs..."THE GEM" STEVE CASTLE!!!

<The lights are out for a brief second. The crowd is waiting and Enter Sandman is being heard. The lights are blinking every 3 seconds. The Gem comes out at the entrance way. He pauses for a moment. He raises his arms up (think of Chris Jericho) and the lights are on al the way. His arms drop down to his side and he continues walking. He stops mid way and gets down on his knees and raises both arms up. Blue and red fireworks are shown right at the entrance way. He gets up and goes forward. He heads to the stairs and gets to the 2nd turnbuckle and raises his right arm while looking at the crowd in the air. He gets down and enters the ring awaiting the bell.>

LL: Never seen this guy before, but if he loses...<Punches palm> IT'S MIDGET BASHING TIME!!!

DB: I don't know you...

<Bell Rings>

DB: Voodoo spits in the face of Castle right off the bat!

LL: Hey! Maybe Voodoo ain't so bad after all?

DB: Castle wipes his face as Voodoo talks trash...WHAM!!! Castle levels Voodoo with a right hand! Voodoo up quickly and WHAM!!! Another right hand! Castle is fired up now!

LL: He'd better be!

DB: Voodoo up again...Castle swings...Voodoo ducks...Dropkick! Voodoo on the attack...knife edge chops...Irish whip...Castle off far ropes...Voodoo leaps over...Castle ducks under and bounces off of ropes...Voodoo lays down with legs up for a vault...Castle flips over...bounces off of ropes again as Voodoo gets up...

LL: FLYING HEAD SCISSORS!!!

DB: Voodoo holding his back...Castle...Dropkick...Standing Senton...Elbow Drop!!!

LL: Wow! What a series of attacks by the new guy! That's why he's ranked number 4!

DB: Castle not slowing down...picks Voodoo up...Irish whip...Voodoo off of ropes...Back body drop by Castle...Countered! Voodoo lands on his feet...PELE KICK!!! Castle down...Voodoo down!

LL: Great counter by the little guy!

DB: Voodoo to his feet now...picks up Castle...headbutt by Voodoo...Irish whip to the corner...Castle hits hard and stumbles out...Voodoo Charges...Castle counters by tossing Voodoo over his head...Voodooo lands on the top turnbuckle...Castle turns...MOONSAULT!!! What agility!

LL: Voodoo is showing me something tonight...nothing I really care about...but it's something.

DB: Voodoo up again...drops the quick leg and covers...

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LL: Kickout!

DB: Castle kicks out...Voodoo back on the attack with a series of right hand bombs to the face of Steve Castle. Voodoo picks Castle up and pushes him into the corner...HARD knife edge chops...Castle turns Voodoo into the corner!!! KNIFE EDGE CHOPS!!!

LL: WHOOO!!!

DB: Castle with the Irish whip to the far corner...Voodoo hits...Castle charges...SPEAR...Backflip...DROPKICK!!! Voodoo drops to the floor!!! Castle picks Voodoo up and lifts him onto the top turnbuckle...right hand to the face of a foggy Voodoo.

LL: Why's Castle backing up? Finish the bastard!!!

DB: Castle jogs to the middle of the ring...turns...charges towards corner...steps up the ropes...springs...HURRICANRANA!!! Voodoo crashes to the mat after a beautiful maneuver!!!

LL: FU...<Mic goes out> Midgets!!!

DB: Castle with the cover...

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LL: Kickout?! HOW THE HELL?!

DB: Voodoo somehow manages to kickout. Castle can't believe it and motions to the ref the sign of three with his fingers.

LL: Voodoo is pretty tough...surprised the hell out of me!

DB: Castle reluctanly back on the offensive. Picks Voodoo up...Irish whip...Back body Dro....

LL: COUNTERED!!!

DB: Voodoo with a desperation Tornado DDT!!! Both men down as the ref starts the 10 count...

LL: 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...

DB: Voodoo back up...so is Castle...Voodoo with a kick to the gut...Irish Whip...Castle bounces off of ropes...Voodoo lifts him into the air...DIAMOND CUTTER!!! Voodoo catches Castle with a Diamond Cutter! The pin...

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LL: KICKOUT!!!!

DB: Voodoo can't believe it and is now threatening the referee!

LL: Dumb move...that's why I don't like the moronic midget.

DB: Castle now up...Spins Voodoo around...kick to the gut...suplex position...Castle hooks the leg of Voodoo...Lifts him up...

LL: G-BUSTER!!!

DB: A Fisherman Brainbuster by Steve Castle! He covers!

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LL: YES!!!!!!!

<In Ring>

SB: The winner by pinfall..."THE GEM" STEVE CASTLE!!!

<Ringside>

DB: What a night! YLC Round 1 has been extraordinary! I can't wait to see round 2...if we still have a job after the things you've been saying tonight.

LL: Like I said before chum bucket...If anybody has a problem with what I say...Step up to get knocked out!!! FU...<Mic goes out as he says a string of readable obsenities.>

DB: I need something to soothe my stomach...You're going to give me an ulcer!

LL: That pain should make a man out of you! Lord knows your parents didn't!

DB: I hate you...Thanks for tuning in to the Young Lions Cup 2006...GOOD NIGHT!!!