Hometown Kid
Guest
DWA Downpour
October 24th, 2010
KeyArena in Seattle, Washington
NO VACANCY: 17, 459 Seats
Dark match: Zack Ryder, CIMA and Jimmy Rave defeated Dolph Ziggler, Amazing Red and Hernandez via M.T.V. by Ryder and Rave on Amazing Red.
*A video plays to an edit of Paramore’s “Brick By Boring Brick†overlapping highlights of various wrestlers and angles of the past few weeks.*
Well if it’s not real…you can’t hold it in your hand, you can’t feel it with your heart…
*Highlights are shown of week 1 highlighting Chris Jericho’s turn on Dylan Harris and Marilyn Manson’s debut, followed by a shot of the first match in DWA history and Matt Sydal’s shooting star off of Hernandez’s shoulders onto Homicide*
…And I won't believe it
But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Oh, even in the dark…
*Footage of the cafeteria attack on Matt Sydal, spliced with the hospital scene, and Sydal holding his eyes in pain and agony*
And that’s where I want to be, yeah!!
*Shots of AJ Styles, Shelton Benjamin, Jack Swagger and Jimmy Jacobs on their world trips closed with a shot of the DWA World Title*
Keep your feet on the ground…
*Sean O’Haire throwing Roderick Strong off the Fusion stage (DDP and Excalibur: Oh my God!)*
And your heads in the clouds…
*A shot of the 4 tag teams in the four corners match looking at the sky in various outdoor environments, then staring at the camera.*
Well, go get your shovel!
And we’ll dig a deep hole!
To bury castle, bury the castleee
*Matt Hardy and Chris Jericho brawling across the crowds respectively, then cut to Mr. Anderson being humiliated by Ross Jordan week after week.*
Well you built up a world of magic, because your real life is tragic! Yeah, you built up a world of magiiiiccc…
*Gail Kim giving the chair leg drop to Alissa Flash, followed by Alissa Choke bombing Jade Chung through another table in retaliation*
Go get your shovel, and we’ll dig a deep hole, To bury the castle (Oooooh…) Bury the castle!
*A rotating video of every person on the DWA Roster standing in a pouring rain at night with the Down pour logo over it*
Ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-da-ba-ba-ba-da-ba-BA-DA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA!
???: Wait a minute! We went that entire ridiculous video package without one mention of ME?
*Chuck Taylor walks onto the screen to a healthy ovation*
Taylor: Let’s face it, nobody cares about the titles, forks, Paramore, Manson, rivalries, personal bullcrap. I think it’s safe to say, everyone payed a ticket and ordered this Show to see the introduction, the live debut, the start of the new era in DWA!…Chucky time.
*The crowd pops*
Taylor: Now I’ve been seeing this crap for 2 minutes, and I know that I was so missed 2 days ago that I had to show up here. And don’t worry, I’ll be back later, but I’m being told that I have to go away now…
*Crowd boos*
Taylor: So, anyway, try your best to survive without me, and enjoy the show, I guess…
*Taylor walks away and pushes a random guy in a wheelchair down*
*The scene goes to the top of the stage with a load of fireworks going off the stage, followed by a “downpour†of rain from the ceiling onto the stage to a backdrop of screaming fans*
DDP: Welcome, live! To DWA’s first ever pay-per-view supershow, Downpour! We’ve got a gigantic, monumental show for you guys! Oh, man, I can’t wait.
Excalibur: I’m your king of food and beverage along with Diamond Dallas Page, and tonight every single title gets to find their first ever home. We’re just going to ignore that moron interfering with our video, and bring you right to the action!
DDP: I’ve been wondering all week what’s gonna happen in this one!
Excalibur: Uh…the match was just two days ago.
DDP: I have…psychic powers.
Excalibur: ...*sigh*
*ANDERSON! Blares over the speakers as Ken Anderson walks out in a jumpsuit high-fiving fans and looking serious before climbing into the ring before reaching up for the house microphone to a backdrop of a nice amount of cheers.*
Anderson: Heeeeyyy! Now everyone knows I’m about to have a little match here, and I know I’m known for running my mouth and talking a lot…but tonight, I’m going to have to level with ya. Be serious for a bit. The loser of my match coming up…will be fired. And I’ve had some bad luck lately, so I feel like Sink or Swim is the perfect name for this match. So I’m going to say this once tonight, just in case this is the last time…whoever is back there, come on down and prepare for the FIGHT OF YOUR LIFE!! Courtesy of…MISS-
*â€Hysteria†by Muse hits to a negative reaction from the crowd as Ross Jordan comes out in clean white wrestling gear and smirking while wearing designer sunglasses and hopping into the ring while Anderson looks almost at his breaking point.*
Anderson: What...do you wa-
*Jordan snatches the house mic from Anderson to a shocked reaction from the crowd and an angry look from Anderson.*
RJ: Anderson, nobody cares about your rubbish name anymore. The only way you can get your name known is saying it 50 thousand times. This challenge isn’t a problem for me, because I know I can’t lose to you. So mate, just walk away now, while you still can walk…away.
*Ross looks spooked at that last word and drops the mic as the bell rings.*
Anderson removes his jumpsuit and Jordan takes off his gear. The two lock up, and then Jordan gives a legsweep and then quickly throws up his hands and yells “Hold on!†to a few boos from the crowd.
DDP: What is this guy doing!?
Excalibur: Making hundreds of thousands of people regret paying 35 bucks for this show.
Jordan starts giggling as Anderson looks on confused again. Jordan grabs the house mic that was in the air and stands in the middle of the ring.
Jordan: And the bloque that is gonna send you back ice fishing…MISTTTTERRRR…JORDAN!
*Jordan then climbs to the top turnbuckle in the corner and looks into the microphone to huge boos*
Jordan: ……………….Jordan. Whoa!
As soon as he finished saying his name, the former Kennedy had came up behind him with a tornado bomb into a school boy!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
*Bell rings*
DDP: Wha just happened?
Excalibur: The self proclaimed gift just got what has been coming to him!
DDP: That’s what you get for being such a douchebag!
*Jordan is irate as Anderson is standing with his hands on hips laughing at Jordan and the crowd is cheering loudly as Ross Jordan is now out of DWA.*
*Jordan rolls out of the ring and runs over to the time tables corner and throws a chair aside and grabs a microphone.*
Jordan: Wait a minute, Ken! You’re forgetting about one thing…heh-heh.
*Jordan reaches down his wrestling tights for an awkward moment live until he pulls out a piece of paper.*
Jordan: I won this contract fair and square, when I threw you right over the top rope. So mate, I’m using it right now! Me and you, rematch for our contracts again!
*The crowd boos as Anderson shrugs and the announcers groan. And the bell rings.*
Jordan runs into the ring and goes for a crossbody on Anderson who moves out of the way and allows Jordan to hit the ropes and bounce back into another schoolboy!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout on two by Ross Jordan and he rolls out of the ring and pulls his hair as he looks frustrated. Jordan gets onto the apron and climbs in the ring looking for an opening, and then the two square off in a tie up which the much larger Anderson wins easily and shoves him into the corner. Ross then goes to the turnbuckle and smacks the middle rope. Anderson engages him in the corner however with a series of stomps, followed by a beatdown of punches that Jordan covers up for until the ref pulls Anderson apart and away, allowing Jordan to pop up and run past the ref and hit a blatant cheap shot on Anderson, knocking him to the ground. The tenacious Ross Jordan capitalizes on Anderson getting up trying to recover by tackling him and throwing wild punches to Anderson’s body and face before Anderson throws him off and rolls away, but before Anderson can take abreather however, Ross comes in with a low dropkick that shoots Ken into the bottom turnbuckle, followed by flying clothesline (Think Miz) only through the middle and bottom ropes that leave him on the ground dazed. Ross then climbs up hastily to the top rope and hits a sweet somersault into a double stomp on Anderson that hushes the crowd as they fear the end might be coming as RJ pulls Ken and cockily drapes himself over his opponent.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout by Anderson that pops the crowd! Jordan shows a bit of frustration banging on the mat before slapping on a headlock transitioned and modified with body scissors and screams “Come on!†in the air that gets the crowd agitated and boos the British man who is in control.
DDP: Anderson looks a little lost here, he needs to find some way out of this, and fast!
Excalibur: Ross Jordan has been impressive though, don’t take anything away from him, despite being undersized, he’s used innovative offense to get a step ahead of Anderson.
DDP: Yeah, but Jordan is from England, and we all know how that goes…
Excalibur: But he thinks he’s an Indian, what does that say?
He’s a moron.
After 42 seconds of the scissored headlock, Anderson taps the mat and waves frantically to get the crowd to respond, which they do, with clapping and stomping which Ken feeds on, before standing up and grabbing Jordan by the head and slamming him forward before landing an energized clothesline that drops RJ, before looking for a roundhouse kick that Jordan manages to avoid by jumping over his leg, but Anderson doesn’t stop the rotation and delivers a great spin kick right to Ross Jordan’s face! And then a great cover by Ken.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout by Jordan at the second of two, Anderson yells “ANDERSON!†which the crowd repeats followed by cheers, only for Ken to get caught by his legs and pulled down into a jackknife cover by Ross Jordan!
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Jordan was so close as he kicked out at 2.9. Jordan wastes little time going for a move to put his rival away by running to the ropes looking for a smooth Asai Moonsault…which Anderson pops up and catches Jordan in an Oklahoma slam position to the crowd’s approval, followed immediately to an Oklahoma slam onto his knee for an inverted backbreaker, followed quickly by a transition to the fireman’s carry and a front flip driving Jordan right to the ground! Anderson signals for the end after slapping Jordan right in his face! He drags Ross to the corner and sets him up for his signature Green Bay Plunge, on the top rope! He smiles and gets ready to jump, but Ross counters with an elbow to the head. Then another! And one more and Anderson starts to fall forward which allows The Gift to maneuver his way into a DDT to the top rope!
Both men are on the canvas as the referee starts to count away…
ONE!…
TWO!…
THREE!…
FOUR!…
FIVE!…
Jordan shows signs of stirring now as does Anderson…
Six!….
Ross gets to his feet first as Anderson uses the ropes to keep himself balanced at seven and is met with a stern slap in the face from Jordan, but fires back with a right hand! Then Ross Jordan gets a right hand in! Followed by another from the former Kennedy, then a shot from Jordan that gets blocked, followed by two more right hands and a knee lift by Anderson, but then Jordan grabs Ken’s head and slams it right into the turnbuckle that sends Anderson to the ground. Then Jordan scoops Anderson’s legs up and puts his feet on the ropes!
ONE!
TWO!
The ref doesn’t see!
THR- NO! Shoulder up by Anderson at 2.999!! Ross looks at the ref in disbelief but doesn’t have time for complaining as Ken starts to get up with vigor.. so Ross tries to pull another ace out of his sleeve by going to the outside apron and judges the logistics of what he’s about to do for a split second, then springboards to the top rope, but instead of going for Anderson, springboards to the middle of the side rope in an awe-inspiring move followed by a crossbody twisted into a reverse crossbody…that Anderson ducks! Leaving Jordan to crash and burn on his back and roll over onto his knees holding that, but the Green Bay loudmouth charges forward and delivers a running kick right to The Gift’s head that oohs the crowd! Anderson then points at the crowd as he lifts Ross’s near unconscious body up before hooking his arm and leg and delivering his patented Mic-Check and rolling him over and counting along with the ref and the crowd.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
*bell rings*
Excalibur: What a kick!
DDP: You wanna talk about a knock out blow! That was it. But the kid showed some stuff too, I don’t know if I like him, but it’s a shame whenever this company loses one of it’s talents.
Excalibur: And due to the match stipulation, “The Gift†is about to get returned!
*Anderson reaches up top as “Turn Up The Trouble†plays to a lot of cheers as Anderson stays on DWA and they don’t have to see the arrogant Brit anymore*
Anderson: Let me just say…you almost got one over on me again…
*Anderson stomps him*
Anderson: But now that I’ve taken out the Euro-trash, I want you to let everyone you meet worldwide! That the man who sent you packin’ back to jolly old England, and the man who is the fastest rising star in wrestling, and the man who’s time is coming is…MISTERRRRRRR AND-ER-SON!…*He gets right in Ross Jordan’s face and whispers “Anderson†before throwing the mic back and hopping out of the ring as Jordan finally sits up and looks like he’s about to cry. *
DDP: Well what a way to kick off the biggest Pay-per-view of the year!
Excalibur: Well, kind of, but it’s the fact that it’s DWA’s first ever that makes it so big! I’m so amped! And it’s not just from the Amp I had earlier! See what I did there, Page?
DDP: Yeah, yeah, well biggest of all tonight is the crowning of the first ever DWA World Champion in tonight’s main event, and I’ve just gotten word that one of the competitors have arrived!
*the screen goes to the parking lot when a Jeep pulls up carrying AJ Styles and he steps out in cargo shorts, shades and his t-shirt on smiling and carrying his gym bag, which causes the crowd to go nuts upon seeing him*
AJ: Woo! I love west coast weather…when it’s not rainin’.
*He’s walking into the empty parking lot…when all of a sudden a masked man jumps up and clobbers AJ from behind! The man is considerably larger and jumps on AJ giving him MMA style strikes to the head repeatedly!*
DDP: Who the hell is that!? Get somebody back there! AJ’s defenseless!
*the crowd is booing like crazy as AJ is busted open from the repeated punches and elbows. The security team is out quickly to stop any further damages, but the masked man gets up and gives one of the security guys a huge big boot! Causing everyone else to back off and he holds his arms up to signal he’s backing off…but then he rushes over and picks AJ up as the people around yell “Don’t do it!†The man lifts AJ up in a powerbomb position…and slams him down right on his back on the unforgiving concrete!*
Excalibur: Splat.
DDP: Splat!? AJ just got destroyed! That’s one of our main eventers out there and he just got taken the hell out!
*the crowd boos and chants AJ’s name as the masked man runs off and one of the security men is on his cell phone calling 911.*
*The feed goes back to the ring as this is a PPV and the show must go on.*
*â€5150†plays to more boos as the already hot crowd didn’t wanna see this man walk hastily into the ring with a Puerto-Rican flag draped over him.*
Angela: And this match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 205 pounds…Homicide!
*â€Born To Win†plays to a nice amount of face heat for Matt Sydal, who’s making V-signs all down the ramp before slapping some fans’ hands and jumping into the ring and giving the evil eye to the man who injured him.*
Angela: And his opponent, from St. Louis, Missouri, and weighing in at 190 pounds…Matt Sydal!
*Bell rings*
Homicide unwraps himself and Matt Sydal glares with his one good eye at his opponent before they square off eye to eye in the center of the ring while jawing at each other…and then Homicide gives a blatant poke in Sydal’s eyes that Sydal sells to perfection, before Homicide connects with a punch that drops Matt, before dishing out some kicks and chops and then Irish whipping him across the ring, following up with a leap over then connecting with a big boot, again right to Sydal’s injured right eye. Then he goes down and lands rapid fire punches in a side mount before the referee pulls him off and warns him to “watch the eye!†Homicide simply tells him to shut up before going back and delivering more punches and rolling to his legs and locking Matt's legs up in perfect position to slingshot into the corner that rocks him, but the street thug wastes no time coming back and taking advantage as as soon as Matt turns around, Homicide lifts Sydal upand delivers his own version of the Alabama slam into the center of the ring, flowed into a leghook pin.
ONE!
Kickout by Matt who’s showing some guts, but Homicide looks less than worried as he smiles and lifts up Sydal and delivers a neckbreaker showing he is firmly in control of the match, and then he walks around the fallen Sydal stomping on his leg ruthlessly only to pop up and smile at the crowd who only greets him with a large amount of boos for his efforts. He then twists around the former Bourne’s left leg and gives it a knee drop, before he repeats the process on the right causing Sydal to scream in pain at his predicament and tap the mat looking for support from the capacity crowd…until Homicide gets up and stomps on Matt Sydal’s hand and yelling “Bed-stuy do or die! BRRRATTT!!†Which causes the crowd to respond with ‘BOO!†Homicide brushes them off as he kicks Matt in the side and goes up to the top rope looking intently at his prey as he slowly rises from the mat as a “Sydal!†chant gets started, Homicide leaps off the top rope…only to be caught with a jumping spin kick to the gut by Sydal, transitioned seamlessly into a modified school boy!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout at the VERY last moment by Homicide that has the crowd oh’ing into a frenzy, as Sydal gets up and gives Homicide a few more kicks to his legs, followed by a kick to the chest, followed by a clothesline from Homicide that Sydal ducks and responds with a spinning leg sweep that surprises Homicide, and then another surprise comes in the form of Matt running over to the Brooklyn born thug, leaning him back and jumping up to deliver a split-legged bulldog delivered Melina style and keeping the pin intact!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout again by Homicide who is showing some heart of his own, until Sydal stands up and nails an impressive standing moonsault and hooking his leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout one more time by Homicide as Sydal rubs his eye and tweaks his leg a bit while showing some frustration at not getting the pin there, he goes up to the Notorious 187 and lifts him up by the head, but then gets caught to a poke to his good eye! That draws some boos and leaves him temporarily blind which leaves him swinging at thin air as Homicide just ducks out of the ring and laughs at poor little Mattie swinging and kicking at nothing before falling to his knees. And at that opportunity, Homicide sneaks back into the ring and runs right up to Sydal’s prone state, and surprises him by pulling him up and hitting the 187 cutter in a fluid motion! Homicide smiles while breathing heavy while mouthing off to him in an arrogant manner with all sorts of expletives involved before shooting the half and hooking both of Matt Sydal’s legs..
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Kickout by Sydal which pops the crowd loudly but just pisses off Homicide, who sells disbelief to referee Scott Dickinson before going to Sydal and just going crazy on him with right hand after right hand to the injured eye, which causes Scott to go all the way up to a four count before pulling Homicide away which causes Homicide to get in his face and yell “Back off me, white boy!†More boos from the crowd as Homicide turns the high flying Matt Sydal over and locks in a tough looking STF and wrenching back causing Sydal some extreme discomfort.
The crowd starts clapping and banging on the floor to get Sydal ready and pumped up to break free after about twenty seconds, then twenty more seconds of Sydal inching closer and closer to the rope, his fingers are millimeters away from touching the bottom rope! And then Homicide pulls Matt almost to the middle of the ring which causes groans until Matt slides back further than the strong style thug intended and pops up and almost goes for a poke to Homicide’s eyes until he realized that move is illegal and hesitating just long enough for ‘Cide to give him a hard slap to the face that ooh’s the crowd, followed by him locking in the STF once again, only after 17 seconds, he lets go of the chinlock portion and starts pulling Sydal’s hair and clawing at his eyes which causes him to scream out in pain!
DDP: This Mexican burrito is absolutely vicious! Like a horrible case of diarrhea to Matt Sydal’s eyes!
Excalibur: But if Matt Sydal had just countered like his instincts told him to, he could of avoided this, in fact, if Sydal had stayed away from Mexicans this never ever would of happened!
The referee has seen enough of the illegal maneuvers of Homicide before giving a fast four count and pulling Homicide off before warning him about getting disqualified, Homicide just shoves the ref out of the way as Matt rolls out of the ring holding his eyes to a lot of boos from the fans and a “Homicide sucks!†chant. Homicide just waits a few precious seconds as Matt regains himself on the outside before bouncing off the opposite end’s ropes delivers his patented Tope Con Hilo, which Sydal sidesteps to the delight of the crowd! Matt slowly gets up to the apron and then it’s his turn to wait a few seconds for his opponent to stand up and turn around so he can deliver a jumping double knee senton to Homicide’s shoulders which takes them both down and excites the crowd even more! Meanwhile, the referee has got up to a count of four while both of the competitors are laid out!
FIVE!…
SIX!…
Matt starts stirring and throws ‘Cide in at a count of seven, sighs a bit at being pretty darn tired and rolls himself in at a count of eight to a polite applause from the crowd, he then rolls back under the ropes and gets up showing a surge of energy beore throwing up the “V†sign and springboarding off the top rope and spinning 360 degrees in mid air to deliver the Double Helix! Then staying on top of ‘Cide as the crowd goes wild!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout at 2 and 7/8ths by Homicide that gets a brief show of respect in the form of applause from the Seattle fans in attendance, then Sydal looks up at the ref, and then at the sky, perhaps looking from some spiritual help from the big boss (Not man. >_>) And then going up to the outside and climbing the top rope slowly while holding his eyes and the crowd waits in anticipation holding their breath for the finsh, until an image pops up on the Drizzle-tron screen of AJ Styles being taken away in an ambulance due to the assault from the masked man earlier, which Sydal stares at intently, trying to focus both eyes on and showing concern for one of his best friends…which gives Homicide an opening to pull out a blackjack weapon of some sort and smack Matt Sydal over the head with it right in front of Dickinson to prompt the DQ and Matt Sydal to fall to the floor as the crowd shows Homicide a lot less respect than a second ago, for ruining one of the best matches in DWA history!
*Bell rings*
Angela: And the winner of this match by disqualification, Matt Sydal!
*Homicide doesn’t seem to care how upset the crowd is, as he walks over to the other side of the ring and shoves the timekeeper away andgrabs a steel chair before running around the ring wildly and clobbering Matt Sydal over the head with it, laying him out cold on the outside of the ring before walking back up the ramp as “5150†plays to a chorous of boos*
DDP: That was one hell of a match ruined! Homicide knew he couldn’t outwrestle Matt Sydal, so he resorted to the street style and getting disqualified with that damn blackjack!
Excalibur: Not to mention he layed out Matt Sydal on the outside with a steel chair, and who knows what kind of eye damage he could of caused with all of these vicious assaults we’ve seen!
DDP: Matt Sydal might not be “Hardcore†enough for Homicide’s tastes, but he proved right here that he was the better man, and for my money, the better wrestler!
Excalibur: Well, that was a great match, and I hope this next one lives right up to it. In the weeks leading up to Downpour, Gail Kim and Alissa Flash have been at each other’s throats, with Gail Kim putting Flash through a table, and Flash retaliating the next week by kidnapping Gail Kim’s best friend Jade Chung and putting her through a table.
DDP: Sara Del Ray should be in it…
Excalibur: SHUT UP! Anyway, the time is now to find out who the Queen of DWA is, and find out the first person to ever hold a title in this company, man or woman.
DDP: Not to mention getting that delicious pink belt!
Angela: This match is scheduled for one fall, and will determine the first ever DWA Women’s Champion! Introducing first, weighing in at 125 pounds, from Toronto, Canada…Gail Kim!
*â€International Woman†plays to a sustained pop as Gail Kim walks out looking completely serious in a silver trenchcoat with matching attire as she waits for her opponent that has been on her mind, seemingly for weeks*
*â€Take It Out On You†plays to a somewhat mixed reaction, but mostly boos, as Alissa Flash walks out in gold gear and strutting confidently with a grin on her face as she jumps over the top rope and removes her jacket before pointing at Gail from across the ring.*
Angela: And her opponent, weighing in at 142 pounds, from Los Angeles, California, Alissa Flash!
*Bell rings*
The match starts off with a minute of back and forth jawing between the two females, before they lock up and try to overpower each other, which Flash wins easily when she throws Kim into the bottom turnbuckle before smiling proudly. Then Gail gets up and runs at Flash,but only gets met with a quick tilt-a-whirl backbreaker and then a backbreaker stretch that amazes the crowd a bit at how far she is bending Gail, a scary sight indeed.
After a bit of overselling on Kim’s part and some insults directed towards her by Flash, 20 seconds later she begins to feed off the crowd’s cheering and “Let’s go Kim!†chants, and breaks a leg free from the “Future Legendâ€â€™s grip and gets a kick to the head in, which dazes Flash, until another kick to the head wakes her up, as well as knock her on her rather large ass. But this infuriates her however and she taps the mat before turning around into a STIFF slap to the face by Gail Kim that pops the crowd. But unfortunately, that sent Alissa Flash into a horrible rage in which she pops up and tackles Gail before she begins to throw punches right to Kim’s face and then she wraps her hands around Gail Kim’s throat and slams it right into the ground viciously before the ref counts to 4 and gets her off of the prone Asian. The crowd boos as Flash shows no remorse and throws multiple stomps to Gail’s ribs, finished by a soccer style kick to her back that flips her over and sends her back to the bottom turnbuckle holding her ribs in a lot of pain. Then Alissa gets behind Gail Kim and picks her up before throwing her into the steel post shoulder first for some “Ohâ€s. Alissa then pulls Gail by the hair back into the middle of the ring and delivers a devastating snap forward Russian leg sweep.
Excalibur: Lights out.
DDP: Women’s wrestling sucks!
Excalibur: Great action though!
DDP: What are they doing out of the kitchen though?
A quick shooting of the half by the Future Legend leads to a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout by Gail! Flash looks a little calmer now that she is in control although slightly irked at the kickout, she picks Gail up and delivers a scoop slam and looks to the crowd for approval…she gets very little. She just smiles evily though, as she goes to the corner and steps up to the top and faces the crowd before taking a moment to find her footing. She does an impressive looking moonsault, that hits nothing but canvas! Gail crawls to the bottom rope as Alissa Flash holds her ribs in agony center ring. The two rise in unision Gail kicks hard into Flash’s outer thigh, followed by another kick to the midsection and a forearm smash, leading to Gail irish whipping Flash into the ropes and jumps up on the return and hits a sweet Hurricanrana before running to the middle rope and springboarding back into a 180 crossbody on the gold plated Flash and holding onto her outer leg for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout at the crack of tWO that upsets the crowd a bit but doesn’t stop Gail from showing some heart and holding her ribs and using her other arm and yelling “Come on!†to the crowd that gets a few bodies to stand up and cheer as she goes and climbs up to the top rope before waiting for Flash and delivering a big time front dropkick that takes he off her feet and excites the crowd. Earl Hebner gives a quick check on Alissa and Gail to make sure there aren’t any injuries before clapping for some reason, and then Gail looks for a running front kick on Flash, who busts out a perfectly executing Matrix move to evade it and comes back with a lightning fast clothesline to the back of the Canadian’s head leaving her motionless on the ground. Flash has a sneer on her face as she roughly picks her opponent up and lifts her over her shoulder and back down to her lower body looking for an Air Raid Crash, but Gail pulls back and turns her body at a 90 degree angle while simultaneously locking the Future Legend’s head into a headscissors and successfully countering into her signature Octopus stretch known as the Christo!
Excalibur: It’s the Christo! Locked in perfectly by A woman, who won the title the very first moment she could in every company she’s ever been in!
DDP: Even I have to admit that this is a great move, Alissa Flash has to give up!
The crowd is cheering showing their support for the Korean descented beauty as she brings the Future Legend to her knees as there appears to be no way out and Gail wrenches back on the Christo and Alissa’s about to tap! But just then, after a total of 32 seconds of a submission locked in, Alissa Flash pulls up and up and shows an incredible amount of strength by lifting Gail up on her shoulders and using her free arm to grab Kim’s legs and adjusting the hold just enough to deliver a Samoan drop that knocks the wind out of her. Alissa then picks Kim up and lifts her up in perfect position and drops her with the Fatal Flash! Then the Future Legend cockily leans over her fallen enemy’s body and counts along with the ref~
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout by Gail Kim at 2.99999 that pops the crowd huge after Alissa hits her finisher and the Future Legend can’t believe it as she has a look of shock on her face! But she gets to work quickly on trying to prevent it from happening again by getting up and turning Gail over and interlocking the two competitors legs and slapping the silver wearing Gail Kim’s back twice and pulling her up by both of her arms…and sticking her foot right into the back of Gail’s head and driving it to the mat, Curb Stomping Kim into oblivion! She then rolls her over and hooks her leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
*Bell rings*
*â€Take It Out On You†plays to a slightly more mixed reaction, as history has just been made! A graphic pops up on the screen announcing Alissa Flash as the first ever Women’s champion!*
Angela: And the winner of the match, and the NEW DWA Women’s Champion…â€The Future Legendâ€, Alissa Flash!
*Flash is all smiles as Gail Kim rolls out of the ring holding her head after the brutal Curb Stomp, while Alissa Flash has Earl Hebner strap the Women’s Title around her waist as she poses to a modicum of boos*
*The camera then switches showing Marilyn Manson pacing back and forth in his office with Jimmy Jacobs standing in the corner, which draws a lot of boos at the sight of the GM*
Manson: I can’t believe this! Some fool in the mask has ruined the main event! That pathetic Styles is so weak. Thank the underlords that he will not be world champion, so I guess everything is not so bad…
Jacobs: Do not worry, my partner. It matters not, that AJ Styles is in jeopardy, because only one person was destined to win and become the first ever DWA Champion. That is the man that people are craving for, the people know. You know, I know. That man is…Jimmy Jacobs. Weakening the threat against me…against our movement only makes the skies brighter.
Manson: I hate losing control. And I feel like I’ve lost controllll!
*Manson turns around and punches the desk behind him*
Jacobs: Then tonight is the night you get your money…and your control, back.
*Jacobs walks out of the room to presumably get ready for his match, and the camera pans to Manson who turns around and a sick smile creeps up from his face before the show goes to the ring and an on-screen graphic identifies ring announcer Angela Fong*
Angela: And the next contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Four Corners match to determine the first ever DWA World Tag Team Champions!
*â€The Final Countdown†Plays to a fairly big response as Bryan Danielson and Paul London make their ring entrance together and point to Sara Del Ray who walks backstage after high-fiving both. And when they get to the ring, London jumps to the top rope as Danielson kneels to the second rope, followed by a perfect backflip by London and Bryan immediately jumping to the top and pointing at the crowd yelling “It’s the final countdown!†to a nice reaction.*
Angela: From Aberdeen, Washington, and Austin, Texas, weighing in at a combined weight of 400 pounds, “The American Dolphin†Bryan Danielson and “Dolphin Master†Paul London, The Hybrid Dolphins!
*â€BEER! MONEY! Followed by “Take A Fall†plays over the loudspeakers to boos as Beer Money Inc. Stroll down to the ring with green fireworks shooting off behind them and immediately get into the ring and stare at the Hybrid Dolphins looking serious.*
Angela: And from Peterborough, Ontario, Canada and Franklin, Tennessee, at a combined weight of 470 pounds, Robert Roode and James Storm, Beer Money!
*â€1967 (Remix)†plays to a standing “O†as The Motor City Machine Guns run to the ring slapping hands with fans while everybody is pointing to the palm of their hands.*
DDP: What the hell does this pointing to the hand crap even mean?
Excalibur: I believe it is sign language for “Please shut the fuck up!â€
Angela: Weighing in at a combined weight of 420 pounds, from Detroit, Michigan…Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley, The Motor City Machine Guns!
*The Guns climb to the top rope and point to the crowd and whatnot as “Priceless†plays to an ovation of boos and Ted Dibiase Jr. and Cody Rhodes saunter out to a large amount of boos as a video plays documenting their actions the weeks leading up to Downpour, including money raining during The Buzoku and The Deep Dishers’ match and subsequently attacking them, to attempting to buy the tag titles and eventually beating both of their adversaries when Dibiase made the legendary Ultimo Dragon tap.*
*A graphic then shows up on screen and on the Drizzletron showing the rules of this 4 Corners match, saying there will be four men in the ring at a time and no one is allowed to enter illegally to break up pinfalls, submissions, or to incur cheap shots on an opponent. If someone does, the team will be DQ’d and sent to the back for the remainder of the match. Then, security walks out and stares at the ring to enforce the ejections should any lines be crossed. Each dressed all in black and fully padded, along with towering frames. Each must be at least 300 pounds!*
*The camera then goes to the middle of the ring as referee Rudy Charles lifts up the belts and hands them aside as the bell rings.*
The match starts with Cody Rhodes, Bryan Danielson, Robert Roode and Alex Shelley standing in their corners and talking to their respective partner before circling around the ring and looking at each other intently, then Roode and Rhodes un towards Bryan and gang up on him in Beer Money’s corner, which causes Storm to laugh at his misfortune as he gets barraged with punches and stomps from both of the legal heels as Shelley looks on and is stalking all three men as Roode tags in Storm quickly, only for Shelley to run up Roode’s back and lock his arms around Storm’s head to deliver a reverse STO, driving Storm face first into the apron that drives the crowd insane as Shelley holds his shoulders a bit as even Cody has a look of amazement on his face, but then sneakily pulls Storm into the middle of the ring as Shelley plays to the crowd and then Rhodes shoots the half for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Unfortunately Shelley noticed this and ran into the ring and gave Cody an axe handle just in time to break up the count. Cody then looks up and delivers a right hand to Alex’s face that turns him around holding his jaw and as soon as he gets turned around and upright, Rhodes delivers a picture perfect dropkick that knocks him back down. Rhodes is in control as he jumps up and lands a high impact knee drop to the back of Storm’s head. But just as he sits up and smiles to boos, Bryan Danielson runs out of the corner and delivers a jumping kick right to Rhodes’ chest that leaves him screaming in agony on the ground, he then picks up Cody and gives him a European uppercut, followed by a stiff chop that gains some woos! Before giving him a snap suplex that gets a nice applause from the crowd. Rhodes is screaming in pain and crawling in over to his corner to tag in Ted Dibiase who looks slightly worried before getting into the ring and staring down Danielson and lifting his hand up for a test of strength that Dibiase easily gets the advantage of until Danielson uses his free leg to kick him in the chest which pops the crowd, then he does it again a few seconds later, followed by a switcharound and locking Dibiase’s arms up that pops the crowd as he looks to go for a double chicken wing, but Ted powers his way to almost getting to the ropes, until Bryan lifts back and delivers a sweet Tiger Suplex and locks it in.
ONE!
TWO!
Broken up by Shelley and a revived James Storm at the same time, which enrages Storm and causes him to wail away on Shelley before giving him a clothesline while they’re both on their knees. Storm then gets up and gets met with a kick to the side that James gets his arm up for and catches just in time, and then quickly stands up and takes the American Dragon’s feet out from under him, and then quickly transferred to a sloppy version of the Sharpshooter that draws some nice heat from the fans. He holds it in for a good 25 seconds before Dibiase gets up and delivers a big boot to the back of James Storm’s head that gets a mixed reaction, until Shelley comes over and delivers a kick to Storm’s gut and Dibiase and Shelley look at each other and Dibiase calls for a time out and smiles while pointing at Sabin on the apron who looks confused. Shelley shrugs and gives Dibiase a thumbs up and picks Storm up who wobbles slightly. Dibiase throws his arms up and delivers the worst impression of Sabin’s spinning sole kick ever that only hits the Tennessee Cowboy’s shin. Shelley facepalms to himself as The Billion Dollar Man wonders to himself why Shelley didn’t follow up…until Detroit’s own nails him right in the face with a Super kick that excites the crowd! Shelley immediately grabs Storm and looks for Sliced Bread #2, but James pushes him into Beer Money’s corner and as soon as Alex turns around, connects with the Last Call super kick that lays him out. Followed by a falling tag to Roode, who immediately covers Shelley and puts his feet on the ropes when the ref isn’t looking!
ONE!
TWO!
Paul London breaks it up to the shock of everyone after he reached and made the legal tag to Danielson! London looks to be on fire as he nails a sole kick to a charging Billion Dollar Man, followed by an inverted Atomic drop, and then an immediate Frankensteiner on Ted that pops the crowd, just then he motions to the crowd who is on fire behind him with a “Dolphin Master! *clap* *clap*†chant, and delivers a baseball slide to Shelley, knocking him out of the ring, followed by jumping straight up to the top rope, then jumping off to deliver a Mule Kick to Robert Roode that sends him to the corner, and knocking into Storm’s groin. Just as that happens though, Ted Dibiase nails a powerslam using London’s momentum from the Mule Kick. Then he drops a fist that he learned from his famous dad. Followed by a quick pickup and an Irish whip to the ropes, that he runs too on and all of a sudden London sees nobody there, stops, turns around and gets hit with a devastating clothesline that turns The Dolphin Master inside out and upside down. The crowd boos as Dibiase screams to pump himself up. But then Robert Roode comes from behind and nails an equally devastating Northern Lariat to the back of Ted’s head. Then Paul London ends up making the tag to his partner as Bryan Danielson jumps into the ring and delivers a flurry of punches, kicks, chops, and slaps to the Money part of Beer Money that ignites the crowd, then jumps up, spins, and locks in a Triangle Choke to Robert’s head then gives him an elbow to the head…then another! Then another! Then more and more as Roodes’s ear gets busted open, until Ted Dibiase crawls to his corner and tags in Rhodes, sensing a ref stoppage, jumps up and delivers a double foot stomp to Bryan’s head that leaves him crying out in pain. Just then Rhodes throws the near unconscious Roode through the middle rope where The Tennessee Cowboy, James Storm goes off the apron to make sure everything is okay with his friend. In-ring, Cody lifts Bryan Danielson up and gives him a Cross-Rhodes to the dismay of the crowd! Just then he ran to the opposite side of the ring to dropkick Paul London’s knees that sends him crashing into the steel steps for no reason other than to get heat. Then Cody turns around with a cocky smile to Ted and he turns around as they both walk up and play to the crowd to a great amount of heat.
Unbeknownst to them, Alex Shelley zips across the ring behind him to tag in the freshest man in the match, Chris Sabin, who keeps standing on the apron as Alex runs back out and acts like he’s still hurt on the outside as Cody nonchalantly tags Ted in, the crowd is cheering as they saw what happened, Ted saunters up to Danielson, and locks him in the Million Dollar Dream, then slams him down with Dream Street! He screams out and turns around, only just as Chris Sabin springboards off the top and connects with a hesitation dropkick that KILLS him and has the crowd going nuts. Sabin, then picks up Ted and slams him back down on his knee, delivering the Sabalizer, then rotating Ted seamlessly into a Powerbomb position, lifting him up in a Canadian backbreaker rack, then spinning him out for an Over Easy DDT! Then Cody is going insane in the corner at the referee saying he did not tag in as the crowd is chanting “Motor City!†Then followed up by Sabin going over to Bryan Danielson who is on his knees and pinning him.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT at two by one of the gutsiest guys in the biz that Sabin nods in respect for. Then lifts Danielson up in position for the Cradle Shock…and goes over to the Hybrid Dolphins Corner and dumps him to the floor on top of Paul London, followed by a double dropkick by the fresh as fuck Shelley, who then runs and slides on the ring apron in his corner and points and winks to the crowd. While Sabin Irish whips Dibiase into the Guns corner and both members of the MCMG point each other as Sabin hits a running arched big boot as Shelley hits a Jumping enziguri!
DDP: Hey! Those punks are cheating! Partners on the outside can’t team up like that!
Excalibur: NO! Shelley is on the outside! It is allowed!
DDP:…Oh. Then Yeah! What a move!
Chris snapmares Dibiase to the ground and tags in Shelley, who is already climbing to the yop rope! Shelley waves for the crowd to make some more noise, which they gladly oblige as Alex Shelley comes off and hits a devastating Frog Splash on the Billion Dollar Man and hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
*Bell rings*
*â€1967 (Remix)†plays to a roaring ovation for the Guns as Cody Rhodes looks stunned, James Storm is carrying his Beer Money partner up the ramp and backstage, and Sara Del Ray runs out to tend to the Hybrid Dolphins who are sitting on the outside looking dejected that they lost. Meanwhile, the Guns take the titles and lift them up in the air to more applause, and then start jumping around and hugging before rolling out of the ring and slapping fans hands at ringside.*
Angela: And the winners of the match, and the first ever DWA World Tag Team Champions! The Motor City MACHINE Guns!
DDP: That was 15 minutes of a pure adrenaline rush right there, ladies and gentlemen!
Excalibur: There were 8 guys in that ring and they all wanted the same thing. I tell ya though, Chris Sabin didn’t do shit! Shelley should get the titles!
DDP: But without that burst of energy at the end, The Guns might have lost. Ha ha! Look at Rhodes’s face!
*Cody is in the ring still arguing with the ref as security walks up the ramp behind Sabin and Shelley and they pose on the top of the ramp, before the camera cuts to backstage, where Chuck Taylor is walking around, apparently lost.*
Chuck: Now where am I? How many coffee shops are in this stupid city?
*Chuck turns a corner and spots a DWA Merchandise stand that is stationed by The Deep Dishers, Colt Cabana and Ace Steel, noticing the last customer left with a replica DWA Title, he walks up to the stand looking smug.*
Chuck: So boys, how many of the Chuck Taylor t-shirts have you sold? I’m sure there isn’t any left for me, right?
Colt: Well…there aren’t any Chuck Taylor shirts left.
Chuck: Crap! That is too bad, you know. You’d think they’d give me one free considering I’m the one that sent the designs in!
Ace: Well, Chuck. They can’t really do that. Seeing as how the reason there is none is because there are no orders for the shirt.
Colt: Yeah the company said your design wasn’t good, and they said nobody would by a shirt with a nobody on it.
Ace: Actually they figured you’d probably be fired in a month anyway.
*Crowd gives a half boo/half laugh reaction*
Chuck: WHAT!? That is crazy! I think the real problem is…you guys are just gay.
Colt: You’re gay.
Chuck: Nuh-uh! You’re gay!
Ace: Now guys, it is wrong to call something gay. How would you feel if I called you Colt *points at Colt* and you Chuck? *points at Chuck*
Chuck: I am…Chuck, and he is Colt…
Colt: Yeah…are you serious, man?
Ace: Uh…no. Don’t we have a match coming on now!? I hate filler segments.
Colt and Chuck: Hey!
*The screen goes back to the arena where some in the crowd are laughing at the skit and Angela Fong is in the ring with referee Jimmy Korderas holding the DWA Rush Title*
Angela: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the DWA Rush Title! Introducing first, from Jacksonville, Florida, weighing in at 230 pounds…â€The Black Pope, Elijah Burke!
*â€Don’t Waste My Time†plays to a healthy ovation for The Guiding Light, as he steps out wearing his warmup pants and jacket, and holding a towel looking very subdued he struts to the ring, slapping fans hands and smiling wide, he steps up to the steel steps and lifts his arms up as the crowd cheers more some more. He then steps into the ring, pointing at the crowd and raising his 4 fingers in the air.*
Angela: His opponent, from Dayton, Ohio, weighing in at 225 pounds, He is “That Young Knockout Kid†Chris Hero!
*“Chris Is Awesome†plays to almost the exact same reaction that Burke got, with Hero walking out, spinning at the top of the ramp and shuffling fastly down the ramp, looking very focused at his goal of becoming DWA Rush champion, he removes his jacket and dumps It off to the outside as the bell rings.*
October 24th, 2010
KeyArena in Seattle, Washington
NO VACANCY: 17, 459 Seats
Dark match: Zack Ryder, CIMA and Jimmy Rave defeated Dolph Ziggler, Amazing Red and Hernandez via M.T.V. by Ryder and Rave on Amazing Red.
*A video plays to an edit of Paramore’s “Brick By Boring Brick†overlapping highlights of various wrestlers and angles of the past few weeks.*
Well if it’s not real…you can’t hold it in your hand, you can’t feel it with your heart…
*Highlights are shown of week 1 highlighting Chris Jericho’s turn on Dylan Harris and Marilyn Manson’s debut, followed by a shot of the first match in DWA history and Matt Sydal’s shooting star off of Hernandez’s shoulders onto Homicide*
…And I won't believe it
But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Oh, even in the dark…
*Footage of the cafeteria attack on Matt Sydal, spliced with the hospital scene, and Sydal holding his eyes in pain and agony*
And that’s where I want to be, yeah!!
*Shots of AJ Styles, Shelton Benjamin, Jack Swagger and Jimmy Jacobs on their world trips closed with a shot of the DWA World Title*
Keep your feet on the ground…
*Sean O’Haire throwing Roderick Strong off the Fusion stage (DDP and Excalibur: Oh my God!)*
And your heads in the clouds…
*A shot of the 4 tag teams in the four corners match looking at the sky in various outdoor environments, then staring at the camera.*
Well, go get your shovel!
And we’ll dig a deep hole!
To bury castle, bury the castleee
*Matt Hardy and Chris Jericho brawling across the crowds respectively, then cut to Mr. Anderson being humiliated by Ross Jordan week after week.*
Well you built up a world of magic, because your real life is tragic! Yeah, you built up a world of magiiiiccc…
*Gail Kim giving the chair leg drop to Alissa Flash, followed by Alissa Choke bombing Jade Chung through another table in retaliation*
Go get your shovel, and we’ll dig a deep hole, To bury the castle (Oooooh…) Bury the castle!
*A rotating video of every person on the DWA Roster standing in a pouring rain at night with the Down pour logo over it*
Ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-da-ba-ba-ba-da-ba-BA-DA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA!
???: Wait a minute! We went that entire ridiculous video package without one mention of ME?
*Chuck Taylor walks onto the screen to a healthy ovation*
Taylor: Let’s face it, nobody cares about the titles, forks, Paramore, Manson, rivalries, personal bullcrap. I think it’s safe to say, everyone payed a ticket and ordered this Show to see the introduction, the live debut, the start of the new era in DWA!…Chucky time.
*The crowd pops*
Taylor: Now I’ve been seeing this crap for 2 minutes, and I know that I was so missed 2 days ago that I had to show up here. And don’t worry, I’ll be back later, but I’m being told that I have to go away now…
*Crowd boos*
Taylor: So, anyway, try your best to survive without me, and enjoy the show, I guess…
*Taylor walks away and pushes a random guy in a wheelchair down*
*The scene goes to the top of the stage with a load of fireworks going off the stage, followed by a “downpour†of rain from the ceiling onto the stage to a backdrop of screaming fans*
DDP: Welcome, live! To DWA’s first ever pay-per-view supershow, Downpour! We’ve got a gigantic, monumental show for you guys! Oh, man, I can’t wait.
Excalibur: I’m your king of food and beverage along with Diamond Dallas Page, and tonight every single title gets to find their first ever home. We’re just going to ignore that moron interfering with our video, and bring you right to the action!
DDP: I’ve been wondering all week what’s gonna happen in this one!
Excalibur: Uh…the match was just two days ago.
DDP: I have…psychic powers.
Excalibur: ...*sigh*
*ANDERSON! Blares over the speakers as Ken Anderson walks out in a jumpsuit high-fiving fans and looking serious before climbing into the ring before reaching up for the house microphone to a backdrop of a nice amount of cheers.*
Anderson: Heeeeyyy! Now everyone knows I’m about to have a little match here, and I know I’m known for running my mouth and talking a lot…but tonight, I’m going to have to level with ya. Be serious for a bit. The loser of my match coming up…will be fired. And I’ve had some bad luck lately, so I feel like Sink or Swim is the perfect name for this match. So I’m going to say this once tonight, just in case this is the last time…whoever is back there, come on down and prepare for the FIGHT OF YOUR LIFE!! Courtesy of…MISS-
*â€Hysteria†by Muse hits to a negative reaction from the crowd as Ross Jordan comes out in clean white wrestling gear and smirking while wearing designer sunglasses and hopping into the ring while Anderson looks almost at his breaking point.*
Anderson: What...do you wa-
*Jordan snatches the house mic from Anderson to a shocked reaction from the crowd and an angry look from Anderson.*
RJ: Anderson, nobody cares about your rubbish name anymore. The only way you can get your name known is saying it 50 thousand times. This challenge isn’t a problem for me, because I know I can’t lose to you. So mate, just walk away now, while you still can walk…away.
*Ross looks spooked at that last word and drops the mic as the bell rings.*
Anderson removes his jumpsuit and Jordan takes off his gear. The two lock up, and then Jordan gives a legsweep and then quickly throws up his hands and yells “Hold on!†to a few boos from the crowd.
DDP: What is this guy doing!?
Excalibur: Making hundreds of thousands of people regret paying 35 bucks for this show.
Jordan starts giggling as Anderson looks on confused again. Jordan grabs the house mic that was in the air and stands in the middle of the ring.
Jordan: And the bloque that is gonna send you back ice fishing…MISTTTTERRRR…JORDAN!
*Jordan then climbs to the top turnbuckle in the corner and looks into the microphone to huge boos*
Jordan: ……………….Jordan. Whoa!
As soon as he finished saying his name, the former Kennedy had came up behind him with a tornado bomb into a school boy!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
*Bell rings*
DDP: Wha just happened?
Excalibur: The self proclaimed gift just got what has been coming to him!
DDP: That’s what you get for being such a douchebag!
*Jordan is irate as Anderson is standing with his hands on hips laughing at Jordan and the crowd is cheering loudly as Ross Jordan is now out of DWA.*
*Jordan rolls out of the ring and runs over to the time tables corner and throws a chair aside and grabs a microphone.*
Jordan: Wait a minute, Ken! You’re forgetting about one thing…heh-heh.
*Jordan reaches down his wrestling tights for an awkward moment live until he pulls out a piece of paper.*
Jordan: I won this contract fair and square, when I threw you right over the top rope. So mate, I’m using it right now! Me and you, rematch for our contracts again!
*The crowd boos as Anderson shrugs and the announcers groan. And the bell rings.*
Jordan runs into the ring and goes for a crossbody on Anderson who moves out of the way and allows Jordan to hit the ropes and bounce back into another schoolboy!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout on two by Ross Jordan and he rolls out of the ring and pulls his hair as he looks frustrated. Jordan gets onto the apron and climbs in the ring looking for an opening, and then the two square off in a tie up which the much larger Anderson wins easily and shoves him into the corner. Ross then goes to the turnbuckle and smacks the middle rope. Anderson engages him in the corner however with a series of stomps, followed by a beatdown of punches that Jordan covers up for until the ref pulls Anderson apart and away, allowing Jordan to pop up and run past the ref and hit a blatant cheap shot on Anderson, knocking him to the ground. The tenacious Ross Jordan capitalizes on Anderson getting up trying to recover by tackling him and throwing wild punches to Anderson’s body and face before Anderson throws him off and rolls away, but before Anderson can take abreather however, Ross comes in with a low dropkick that shoots Ken into the bottom turnbuckle, followed by flying clothesline (Think Miz) only through the middle and bottom ropes that leave him on the ground dazed. Ross then climbs up hastily to the top rope and hits a sweet somersault into a double stomp on Anderson that hushes the crowd as they fear the end might be coming as RJ pulls Ken and cockily drapes himself over his opponent.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout by Anderson that pops the crowd! Jordan shows a bit of frustration banging on the mat before slapping on a headlock transitioned and modified with body scissors and screams “Come on!†in the air that gets the crowd agitated and boos the British man who is in control.
DDP: Anderson looks a little lost here, he needs to find some way out of this, and fast!
Excalibur: Ross Jordan has been impressive though, don’t take anything away from him, despite being undersized, he’s used innovative offense to get a step ahead of Anderson.
DDP: Yeah, but Jordan is from England, and we all know how that goes…
Excalibur: But he thinks he’s an Indian, what does that say?
He’s a moron.
After 42 seconds of the scissored headlock, Anderson taps the mat and waves frantically to get the crowd to respond, which they do, with clapping and stomping which Ken feeds on, before standing up and grabbing Jordan by the head and slamming him forward before landing an energized clothesline that drops RJ, before looking for a roundhouse kick that Jordan manages to avoid by jumping over his leg, but Anderson doesn’t stop the rotation and delivers a great spin kick right to Ross Jordan’s face! And then a great cover by Ken.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout by Jordan at the second of two, Anderson yells “ANDERSON!†which the crowd repeats followed by cheers, only for Ken to get caught by his legs and pulled down into a jackknife cover by Ross Jordan!
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Jordan was so close as he kicked out at 2.9. Jordan wastes little time going for a move to put his rival away by running to the ropes looking for a smooth Asai Moonsault…which Anderson pops up and catches Jordan in an Oklahoma slam position to the crowd’s approval, followed immediately to an Oklahoma slam onto his knee for an inverted backbreaker, followed quickly by a transition to the fireman’s carry and a front flip driving Jordan right to the ground! Anderson signals for the end after slapping Jordan right in his face! He drags Ross to the corner and sets him up for his signature Green Bay Plunge, on the top rope! He smiles and gets ready to jump, but Ross counters with an elbow to the head. Then another! And one more and Anderson starts to fall forward which allows The Gift to maneuver his way into a DDT to the top rope!
Both men are on the canvas as the referee starts to count away…
ONE!…
TWO!…
THREE!…
FOUR!…
FIVE!…
Jordan shows signs of stirring now as does Anderson…
Six!….
Ross gets to his feet first as Anderson uses the ropes to keep himself balanced at seven and is met with a stern slap in the face from Jordan, but fires back with a right hand! Then Ross Jordan gets a right hand in! Followed by another from the former Kennedy, then a shot from Jordan that gets blocked, followed by two more right hands and a knee lift by Anderson, but then Jordan grabs Ken’s head and slams it right into the turnbuckle that sends Anderson to the ground. Then Jordan scoops Anderson’s legs up and puts his feet on the ropes!
ONE!
TWO!
The ref doesn’t see!
THR- NO! Shoulder up by Anderson at 2.999!! Ross looks at the ref in disbelief but doesn’t have time for complaining as Ken starts to get up with vigor.. so Ross tries to pull another ace out of his sleeve by going to the outside apron and judges the logistics of what he’s about to do for a split second, then springboards to the top rope, but instead of going for Anderson, springboards to the middle of the side rope in an awe-inspiring move followed by a crossbody twisted into a reverse crossbody…that Anderson ducks! Leaving Jordan to crash and burn on his back and roll over onto his knees holding that, but the Green Bay loudmouth charges forward and delivers a running kick right to The Gift’s head that oohs the crowd! Anderson then points at the crowd as he lifts Ross’s near unconscious body up before hooking his arm and leg and delivering his patented Mic-Check and rolling him over and counting along with the ref and the crowd.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
*bell rings*
Excalibur: What a kick!
DDP: You wanna talk about a knock out blow! That was it. But the kid showed some stuff too, I don’t know if I like him, but it’s a shame whenever this company loses one of it’s talents.
Excalibur: And due to the match stipulation, “The Gift†is about to get returned!
*Anderson reaches up top as “Turn Up The Trouble†plays to a lot of cheers as Anderson stays on DWA and they don’t have to see the arrogant Brit anymore*
Anderson: Let me just say…you almost got one over on me again…
*Anderson stomps him*
Anderson: But now that I’ve taken out the Euro-trash, I want you to let everyone you meet worldwide! That the man who sent you packin’ back to jolly old England, and the man who is the fastest rising star in wrestling, and the man who’s time is coming is…MISTERRRRRRR AND-ER-SON!…*He gets right in Ross Jordan’s face and whispers “Anderson†before throwing the mic back and hopping out of the ring as Jordan finally sits up and looks like he’s about to cry. *
DDP: Well what a way to kick off the biggest Pay-per-view of the year!
Excalibur: Well, kind of, but it’s the fact that it’s DWA’s first ever that makes it so big! I’m so amped! And it’s not just from the Amp I had earlier! See what I did there, Page?
DDP: Yeah, yeah, well biggest of all tonight is the crowning of the first ever DWA World Champion in tonight’s main event, and I’ve just gotten word that one of the competitors have arrived!
*the screen goes to the parking lot when a Jeep pulls up carrying AJ Styles and he steps out in cargo shorts, shades and his t-shirt on smiling and carrying his gym bag, which causes the crowd to go nuts upon seeing him*
AJ: Woo! I love west coast weather…when it’s not rainin’.
*He’s walking into the empty parking lot…when all of a sudden a masked man jumps up and clobbers AJ from behind! The man is considerably larger and jumps on AJ giving him MMA style strikes to the head repeatedly!*
DDP: Who the hell is that!? Get somebody back there! AJ’s defenseless!
*the crowd is booing like crazy as AJ is busted open from the repeated punches and elbows. The security team is out quickly to stop any further damages, but the masked man gets up and gives one of the security guys a huge big boot! Causing everyone else to back off and he holds his arms up to signal he’s backing off…but then he rushes over and picks AJ up as the people around yell “Don’t do it!†The man lifts AJ up in a powerbomb position…and slams him down right on his back on the unforgiving concrete!*
Excalibur: Splat.
DDP: Splat!? AJ just got destroyed! That’s one of our main eventers out there and he just got taken the hell out!
*the crowd boos and chants AJ’s name as the masked man runs off and one of the security men is on his cell phone calling 911.*
*The feed goes back to the ring as this is a PPV and the show must go on.*
*â€5150†plays to more boos as the already hot crowd didn’t wanna see this man walk hastily into the ring with a Puerto-Rican flag draped over him.*
Angela: And this match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 205 pounds…Homicide!
*â€Born To Win†plays to a nice amount of face heat for Matt Sydal, who’s making V-signs all down the ramp before slapping some fans’ hands and jumping into the ring and giving the evil eye to the man who injured him.*
Angela: And his opponent, from St. Louis, Missouri, and weighing in at 190 pounds…Matt Sydal!
*Bell rings*
Homicide unwraps himself and Matt Sydal glares with his one good eye at his opponent before they square off eye to eye in the center of the ring while jawing at each other…and then Homicide gives a blatant poke in Sydal’s eyes that Sydal sells to perfection, before Homicide connects with a punch that drops Matt, before dishing out some kicks and chops and then Irish whipping him across the ring, following up with a leap over then connecting with a big boot, again right to Sydal’s injured right eye. Then he goes down and lands rapid fire punches in a side mount before the referee pulls him off and warns him to “watch the eye!†Homicide simply tells him to shut up before going back and delivering more punches and rolling to his legs and locking Matt's legs up in perfect position to slingshot into the corner that rocks him, but the street thug wastes no time coming back and taking advantage as as soon as Matt turns around, Homicide lifts Sydal upand delivers his own version of the Alabama slam into the center of the ring, flowed into a leghook pin.
ONE!
Kickout by Matt who’s showing some guts, but Homicide looks less than worried as he smiles and lifts up Sydal and delivers a neckbreaker showing he is firmly in control of the match, and then he walks around the fallen Sydal stomping on his leg ruthlessly only to pop up and smile at the crowd who only greets him with a large amount of boos for his efforts. He then twists around the former Bourne’s left leg and gives it a knee drop, before he repeats the process on the right causing Sydal to scream in pain at his predicament and tap the mat looking for support from the capacity crowd…until Homicide gets up and stomps on Matt Sydal’s hand and yelling “Bed-stuy do or die! BRRRATTT!!†Which causes the crowd to respond with ‘BOO!†Homicide brushes them off as he kicks Matt in the side and goes up to the top rope looking intently at his prey as he slowly rises from the mat as a “Sydal!†chant gets started, Homicide leaps off the top rope…only to be caught with a jumping spin kick to the gut by Sydal, transitioned seamlessly into a modified school boy!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout at the VERY last moment by Homicide that has the crowd oh’ing into a frenzy, as Sydal gets up and gives Homicide a few more kicks to his legs, followed by a kick to the chest, followed by a clothesline from Homicide that Sydal ducks and responds with a spinning leg sweep that surprises Homicide, and then another surprise comes in the form of Matt running over to the Brooklyn born thug, leaning him back and jumping up to deliver a split-legged bulldog delivered Melina style and keeping the pin intact!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout again by Homicide who is showing some heart of his own, until Sydal stands up and nails an impressive standing moonsault and hooking his leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout one more time by Homicide as Sydal rubs his eye and tweaks his leg a bit while showing some frustration at not getting the pin there, he goes up to the Notorious 187 and lifts him up by the head, but then gets caught to a poke to his good eye! That draws some boos and leaves him temporarily blind which leaves him swinging at thin air as Homicide just ducks out of the ring and laughs at poor little Mattie swinging and kicking at nothing before falling to his knees. And at that opportunity, Homicide sneaks back into the ring and runs right up to Sydal’s prone state, and surprises him by pulling him up and hitting the 187 cutter in a fluid motion! Homicide smiles while breathing heavy while mouthing off to him in an arrogant manner with all sorts of expletives involved before shooting the half and hooking both of Matt Sydal’s legs..
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Kickout by Sydal which pops the crowd loudly but just pisses off Homicide, who sells disbelief to referee Scott Dickinson before going to Sydal and just going crazy on him with right hand after right hand to the injured eye, which causes Scott to go all the way up to a four count before pulling Homicide away which causes Homicide to get in his face and yell “Back off me, white boy!†More boos from the crowd as Homicide turns the high flying Matt Sydal over and locks in a tough looking STF and wrenching back causing Sydal some extreme discomfort.
The crowd starts clapping and banging on the floor to get Sydal ready and pumped up to break free after about twenty seconds, then twenty more seconds of Sydal inching closer and closer to the rope, his fingers are millimeters away from touching the bottom rope! And then Homicide pulls Matt almost to the middle of the ring which causes groans until Matt slides back further than the strong style thug intended and pops up and almost goes for a poke to Homicide’s eyes until he realized that move is illegal and hesitating just long enough for ‘Cide to give him a hard slap to the face that ooh’s the crowd, followed by him locking in the STF once again, only after 17 seconds, he lets go of the chinlock portion and starts pulling Sydal’s hair and clawing at his eyes which causes him to scream out in pain!
DDP: This Mexican burrito is absolutely vicious! Like a horrible case of diarrhea to Matt Sydal’s eyes!
Excalibur: But if Matt Sydal had just countered like his instincts told him to, he could of avoided this, in fact, if Sydal had stayed away from Mexicans this never ever would of happened!
The referee has seen enough of the illegal maneuvers of Homicide before giving a fast four count and pulling Homicide off before warning him about getting disqualified, Homicide just shoves the ref out of the way as Matt rolls out of the ring holding his eyes to a lot of boos from the fans and a “Homicide sucks!†chant. Homicide just waits a few precious seconds as Matt regains himself on the outside before bouncing off the opposite end’s ropes delivers his patented Tope Con Hilo, which Sydal sidesteps to the delight of the crowd! Matt slowly gets up to the apron and then it’s his turn to wait a few seconds for his opponent to stand up and turn around so he can deliver a jumping double knee senton to Homicide’s shoulders which takes them both down and excites the crowd even more! Meanwhile, the referee has got up to a count of four while both of the competitors are laid out!
FIVE!…
SIX!…
Matt starts stirring and throws ‘Cide in at a count of seven, sighs a bit at being pretty darn tired and rolls himself in at a count of eight to a polite applause from the crowd, he then rolls back under the ropes and gets up showing a surge of energy beore throwing up the “V†sign and springboarding off the top rope and spinning 360 degrees in mid air to deliver the Double Helix! Then staying on top of ‘Cide as the crowd goes wild!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout at 2 and 7/8ths by Homicide that gets a brief show of respect in the form of applause from the Seattle fans in attendance, then Sydal looks up at the ref, and then at the sky, perhaps looking from some spiritual help from the big boss (Not man. >_>) And then going up to the outside and climbing the top rope slowly while holding his eyes and the crowd waits in anticipation holding their breath for the finsh, until an image pops up on the Drizzle-tron screen of AJ Styles being taken away in an ambulance due to the assault from the masked man earlier, which Sydal stares at intently, trying to focus both eyes on and showing concern for one of his best friends…which gives Homicide an opening to pull out a blackjack weapon of some sort and smack Matt Sydal over the head with it right in front of Dickinson to prompt the DQ and Matt Sydal to fall to the floor as the crowd shows Homicide a lot less respect than a second ago, for ruining one of the best matches in DWA history!
*Bell rings*
Angela: And the winner of this match by disqualification, Matt Sydal!
*Homicide doesn’t seem to care how upset the crowd is, as he walks over to the other side of the ring and shoves the timekeeper away andgrabs a steel chair before running around the ring wildly and clobbering Matt Sydal over the head with it, laying him out cold on the outside of the ring before walking back up the ramp as “5150†plays to a chorous of boos*
DDP: That was one hell of a match ruined! Homicide knew he couldn’t outwrestle Matt Sydal, so he resorted to the street style and getting disqualified with that damn blackjack!
Excalibur: Not to mention he layed out Matt Sydal on the outside with a steel chair, and who knows what kind of eye damage he could of caused with all of these vicious assaults we’ve seen!
DDP: Matt Sydal might not be “Hardcore†enough for Homicide’s tastes, but he proved right here that he was the better man, and for my money, the better wrestler!
Excalibur: Well, that was a great match, and I hope this next one lives right up to it. In the weeks leading up to Downpour, Gail Kim and Alissa Flash have been at each other’s throats, with Gail Kim putting Flash through a table, and Flash retaliating the next week by kidnapping Gail Kim’s best friend Jade Chung and putting her through a table.
DDP: Sara Del Ray should be in it…
Excalibur: SHUT UP! Anyway, the time is now to find out who the Queen of DWA is, and find out the first person to ever hold a title in this company, man or woman.
DDP: Not to mention getting that delicious pink belt!
Angela: This match is scheduled for one fall, and will determine the first ever DWA Women’s Champion! Introducing first, weighing in at 125 pounds, from Toronto, Canada…Gail Kim!
*â€International Woman†plays to a sustained pop as Gail Kim walks out looking completely serious in a silver trenchcoat with matching attire as she waits for her opponent that has been on her mind, seemingly for weeks*
*â€Take It Out On You†plays to a somewhat mixed reaction, but mostly boos, as Alissa Flash walks out in gold gear and strutting confidently with a grin on her face as she jumps over the top rope and removes her jacket before pointing at Gail from across the ring.*
Angela: And her opponent, weighing in at 142 pounds, from Los Angeles, California, Alissa Flash!
*Bell rings*
The match starts off with a minute of back and forth jawing between the two females, before they lock up and try to overpower each other, which Flash wins easily when she throws Kim into the bottom turnbuckle before smiling proudly. Then Gail gets up and runs at Flash,but only gets met with a quick tilt-a-whirl backbreaker and then a backbreaker stretch that amazes the crowd a bit at how far she is bending Gail, a scary sight indeed.
After a bit of overselling on Kim’s part and some insults directed towards her by Flash, 20 seconds later she begins to feed off the crowd’s cheering and “Let’s go Kim!†chants, and breaks a leg free from the “Future Legendâ€â€™s grip and gets a kick to the head in, which dazes Flash, until another kick to the head wakes her up, as well as knock her on her rather large ass. But this infuriates her however and she taps the mat before turning around into a STIFF slap to the face by Gail Kim that pops the crowd. But unfortunately, that sent Alissa Flash into a horrible rage in which she pops up and tackles Gail before she begins to throw punches right to Kim’s face and then she wraps her hands around Gail Kim’s throat and slams it right into the ground viciously before the ref counts to 4 and gets her off of the prone Asian. The crowd boos as Flash shows no remorse and throws multiple stomps to Gail’s ribs, finished by a soccer style kick to her back that flips her over and sends her back to the bottom turnbuckle holding her ribs in a lot of pain. Then Alissa gets behind Gail Kim and picks her up before throwing her into the steel post shoulder first for some “Ohâ€s. Alissa then pulls Gail by the hair back into the middle of the ring and delivers a devastating snap forward Russian leg sweep.
Excalibur: Lights out.
DDP: Women’s wrestling sucks!
Excalibur: Great action though!
DDP: What are they doing out of the kitchen though?
A quick shooting of the half by the Future Legend leads to a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout by Gail! Flash looks a little calmer now that she is in control although slightly irked at the kickout, she picks Gail up and delivers a scoop slam and looks to the crowd for approval…she gets very little. She just smiles evily though, as she goes to the corner and steps up to the top and faces the crowd before taking a moment to find her footing. She does an impressive looking moonsault, that hits nothing but canvas! Gail crawls to the bottom rope as Alissa Flash holds her ribs in agony center ring. The two rise in unision Gail kicks hard into Flash’s outer thigh, followed by another kick to the midsection and a forearm smash, leading to Gail irish whipping Flash into the ropes and jumps up on the return and hits a sweet Hurricanrana before running to the middle rope and springboarding back into a 180 crossbody on the gold plated Flash and holding onto her outer leg for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout at the crack of tWO that upsets the crowd a bit but doesn’t stop Gail from showing some heart and holding her ribs and using her other arm and yelling “Come on!†to the crowd that gets a few bodies to stand up and cheer as she goes and climbs up to the top rope before waiting for Flash and delivering a big time front dropkick that takes he off her feet and excites the crowd. Earl Hebner gives a quick check on Alissa and Gail to make sure there aren’t any injuries before clapping for some reason, and then Gail looks for a running front kick on Flash, who busts out a perfectly executing Matrix move to evade it and comes back with a lightning fast clothesline to the back of the Canadian’s head leaving her motionless on the ground. Flash has a sneer on her face as she roughly picks her opponent up and lifts her over her shoulder and back down to her lower body looking for an Air Raid Crash, but Gail pulls back and turns her body at a 90 degree angle while simultaneously locking the Future Legend’s head into a headscissors and successfully countering into her signature Octopus stretch known as the Christo!
Excalibur: It’s the Christo! Locked in perfectly by A woman, who won the title the very first moment she could in every company she’s ever been in!
DDP: Even I have to admit that this is a great move, Alissa Flash has to give up!
The crowd is cheering showing their support for the Korean descented beauty as she brings the Future Legend to her knees as there appears to be no way out and Gail wrenches back on the Christo and Alissa’s about to tap! But just then, after a total of 32 seconds of a submission locked in, Alissa Flash pulls up and up and shows an incredible amount of strength by lifting Gail up on her shoulders and using her free arm to grab Kim’s legs and adjusting the hold just enough to deliver a Samoan drop that knocks the wind out of her. Alissa then picks Kim up and lifts her up in perfect position and drops her with the Fatal Flash! Then the Future Legend cockily leans over her fallen enemy’s body and counts along with the ref~
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout by Gail Kim at 2.99999 that pops the crowd huge after Alissa hits her finisher and the Future Legend can’t believe it as she has a look of shock on her face! But she gets to work quickly on trying to prevent it from happening again by getting up and turning Gail over and interlocking the two competitors legs and slapping the silver wearing Gail Kim’s back twice and pulling her up by both of her arms…and sticking her foot right into the back of Gail’s head and driving it to the mat, Curb Stomping Kim into oblivion! She then rolls her over and hooks her leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
*Bell rings*
*â€Take It Out On You†plays to a slightly more mixed reaction, as history has just been made! A graphic pops up on the screen announcing Alissa Flash as the first ever Women’s champion!*
Angela: And the winner of the match, and the NEW DWA Women’s Champion…â€The Future Legendâ€, Alissa Flash!
*Flash is all smiles as Gail Kim rolls out of the ring holding her head after the brutal Curb Stomp, while Alissa Flash has Earl Hebner strap the Women’s Title around her waist as she poses to a modicum of boos*
*The camera then switches showing Marilyn Manson pacing back and forth in his office with Jimmy Jacobs standing in the corner, which draws a lot of boos at the sight of the GM*
Manson: I can’t believe this! Some fool in the mask has ruined the main event! That pathetic Styles is so weak. Thank the underlords that he will not be world champion, so I guess everything is not so bad…
Jacobs: Do not worry, my partner. It matters not, that AJ Styles is in jeopardy, because only one person was destined to win and become the first ever DWA Champion. That is the man that people are craving for, the people know. You know, I know. That man is…Jimmy Jacobs. Weakening the threat against me…against our movement only makes the skies brighter.
Manson: I hate losing control. And I feel like I’ve lost controllll!
*Manson turns around and punches the desk behind him*
Jacobs: Then tonight is the night you get your money…and your control, back.
*Jacobs walks out of the room to presumably get ready for his match, and the camera pans to Manson who turns around and a sick smile creeps up from his face before the show goes to the ring and an on-screen graphic identifies ring announcer Angela Fong*
Angela: And the next contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Four Corners match to determine the first ever DWA World Tag Team Champions!
*â€The Final Countdown†Plays to a fairly big response as Bryan Danielson and Paul London make their ring entrance together and point to Sara Del Ray who walks backstage after high-fiving both. And when they get to the ring, London jumps to the top rope as Danielson kneels to the second rope, followed by a perfect backflip by London and Bryan immediately jumping to the top and pointing at the crowd yelling “It’s the final countdown!†to a nice reaction.*
Angela: From Aberdeen, Washington, and Austin, Texas, weighing in at a combined weight of 400 pounds, “The American Dolphin†Bryan Danielson and “Dolphin Master†Paul London, The Hybrid Dolphins!
*â€BEER! MONEY! Followed by “Take A Fall†plays over the loudspeakers to boos as Beer Money Inc. Stroll down to the ring with green fireworks shooting off behind them and immediately get into the ring and stare at the Hybrid Dolphins looking serious.*
Angela: And from Peterborough, Ontario, Canada and Franklin, Tennessee, at a combined weight of 470 pounds, Robert Roode and James Storm, Beer Money!
*â€1967 (Remix)†plays to a standing “O†as The Motor City Machine Guns run to the ring slapping hands with fans while everybody is pointing to the palm of their hands.*
DDP: What the hell does this pointing to the hand crap even mean?
Excalibur: I believe it is sign language for “Please shut the fuck up!â€
Angela: Weighing in at a combined weight of 420 pounds, from Detroit, Michigan…Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley, The Motor City Machine Guns!
*The Guns climb to the top rope and point to the crowd and whatnot as “Priceless†plays to an ovation of boos and Ted Dibiase Jr. and Cody Rhodes saunter out to a large amount of boos as a video plays documenting their actions the weeks leading up to Downpour, including money raining during The Buzoku and The Deep Dishers’ match and subsequently attacking them, to attempting to buy the tag titles and eventually beating both of their adversaries when Dibiase made the legendary Ultimo Dragon tap.*
*A graphic then shows up on screen and on the Drizzletron showing the rules of this 4 Corners match, saying there will be four men in the ring at a time and no one is allowed to enter illegally to break up pinfalls, submissions, or to incur cheap shots on an opponent. If someone does, the team will be DQ’d and sent to the back for the remainder of the match. Then, security walks out and stares at the ring to enforce the ejections should any lines be crossed. Each dressed all in black and fully padded, along with towering frames. Each must be at least 300 pounds!*
*The camera then goes to the middle of the ring as referee Rudy Charles lifts up the belts and hands them aside as the bell rings.*
The match starts with Cody Rhodes, Bryan Danielson, Robert Roode and Alex Shelley standing in their corners and talking to their respective partner before circling around the ring and looking at each other intently, then Roode and Rhodes un towards Bryan and gang up on him in Beer Money’s corner, which causes Storm to laugh at his misfortune as he gets barraged with punches and stomps from both of the legal heels as Shelley looks on and is stalking all three men as Roode tags in Storm quickly, only for Shelley to run up Roode’s back and lock his arms around Storm’s head to deliver a reverse STO, driving Storm face first into the apron that drives the crowd insane as Shelley holds his shoulders a bit as even Cody has a look of amazement on his face, but then sneakily pulls Storm into the middle of the ring as Shelley plays to the crowd and then Rhodes shoots the half for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Unfortunately Shelley noticed this and ran into the ring and gave Cody an axe handle just in time to break up the count. Cody then looks up and delivers a right hand to Alex’s face that turns him around holding his jaw and as soon as he gets turned around and upright, Rhodes delivers a picture perfect dropkick that knocks him back down. Rhodes is in control as he jumps up and lands a high impact knee drop to the back of Storm’s head. But just as he sits up and smiles to boos, Bryan Danielson runs out of the corner and delivers a jumping kick right to Rhodes’ chest that leaves him screaming in agony on the ground, he then picks up Cody and gives him a European uppercut, followed by a stiff chop that gains some woos! Before giving him a snap suplex that gets a nice applause from the crowd. Rhodes is screaming in pain and crawling in over to his corner to tag in Ted Dibiase who looks slightly worried before getting into the ring and staring down Danielson and lifting his hand up for a test of strength that Dibiase easily gets the advantage of until Danielson uses his free leg to kick him in the chest which pops the crowd, then he does it again a few seconds later, followed by a switcharound and locking Dibiase’s arms up that pops the crowd as he looks to go for a double chicken wing, but Ted powers his way to almost getting to the ropes, until Bryan lifts back and delivers a sweet Tiger Suplex and locks it in.
ONE!
TWO!
Broken up by Shelley and a revived James Storm at the same time, which enrages Storm and causes him to wail away on Shelley before giving him a clothesline while they’re both on their knees. Storm then gets up and gets met with a kick to the side that James gets his arm up for and catches just in time, and then quickly stands up and takes the American Dragon’s feet out from under him, and then quickly transferred to a sloppy version of the Sharpshooter that draws some nice heat from the fans. He holds it in for a good 25 seconds before Dibiase gets up and delivers a big boot to the back of James Storm’s head that gets a mixed reaction, until Shelley comes over and delivers a kick to Storm’s gut and Dibiase and Shelley look at each other and Dibiase calls for a time out and smiles while pointing at Sabin on the apron who looks confused. Shelley shrugs and gives Dibiase a thumbs up and picks Storm up who wobbles slightly. Dibiase throws his arms up and delivers the worst impression of Sabin’s spinning sole kick ever that only hits the Tennessee Cowboy’s shin. Shelley facepalms to himself as The Billion Dollar Man wonders to himself why Shelley didn’t follow up…until Detroit’s own nails him right in the face with a Super kick that excites the crowd! Shelley immediately grabs Storm and looks for Sliced Bread #2, but James pushes him into Beer Money’s corner and as soon as Alex turns around, connects with the Last Call super kick that lays him out. Followed by a falling tag to Roode, who immediately covers Shelley and puts his feet on the ropes when the ref isn’t looking!
ONE!
TWO!
Paul London breaks it up to the shock of everyone after he reached and made the legal tag to Danielson! London looks to be on fire as he nails a sole kick to a charging Billion Dollar Man, followed by an inverted Atomic drop, and then an immediate Frankensteiner on Ted that pops the crowd, just then he motions to the crowd who is on fire behind him with a “Dolphin Master! *clap* *clap*†chant, and delivers a baseball slide to Shelley, knocking him out of the ring, followed by jumping straight up to the top rope, then jumping off to deliver a Mule Kick to Robert Roode that sends him to the corner, and knocking into Storm’s groin. Just as that happens though, Ted Dibiase nails a powerslam using London’s momentum from the Mule Kick. Then he drops a fist that he learned from his famous dad. Followed by a quick pickup and an Irish whip to the ropes, that he runs too on and all of a sudden London sees nobody there, stops, turns around and gets hit with a devastating clothesline that turns The Dolphin Master inside out and upside down. The crowd boos as Dibiase screams to pump himself up. But then Robert Roode comes from behind and nails an equally devastating Northern Lariat to the back of Ted’s head. Then Paul London ends up making the tag to his partner as Bryan Danielson jumps into the ring and delivers a flurry of punches, kicks, chops, and slaps to the Money part of Beer Money that ignites the crowd, then jumps up, spins, and locks in a Triangle Choke to Robert’s head then gives him an elbow to the head…then another! Then another! Then more and more as Roodes’s ear gets busted open, until Ted Dibiase crawls to his corner and tags in Rhodes, sensing a ref stoppage, jumps up and delivers a double foot stomp to Bryan’s head that leaves him crying out in pain. Just then Rhodes throws the near unconscious Roode through the middle rope where The Tennessee Cowboy, James Storm goes off the apron to make sure everything is okay with his friend. In-ring, Cody lifts Bryan Danielson up and gives him a Cross-Rhodes to the dismay of the crowd! Just then he ran to the opposite side of the ring to dropkick Paul London’s knees that sends him crashing into the steel steps for no reason other than to get heat. Then Cody turns around with a cocky smile to Ted and he turns around as they both walk up and play to the crowd to a great amount of heat.
Unbeknownst to them, Alex Shelley zips across the ring behind him to tag in the freshest man in the match, Chris Sabin, who keeps standing on the apron as Alex runs back out and acts like he’s still hurt on the outside as Cody nonchalantly tags Ted in, the crowd is cheering as they saw what happened, Ted saunters up to Danielson, and locks him in the Million Dollar Dream, then slams him down with Dream Street! He screams out and turns around, only just as Chris Sabin springboards off the top and connects with a hesitation dropkick that KILLS him and has the crowd going nuts. Sabin, then picks up Ted and slams him back down on his knee, delivering the Sabalizer, then rotating Ted seamlessly into a Powerbomb position, lifting him up in a Canadian backbreaker rack, then spinning him out for an Over Easy DDT! Then Cody is going insane in the corner at the referee saying he did not tag in as the crowd is chanting “Motor City!†Then followed up by Sabin going over to Bryan Danielson who is on his knees and pinning him.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT at two by one of the gutsiest guys in the biz that Sabin nods in respect for. Then lifts Danielson up in position for the Cradle Shock…and goes over to the Hybrid Dolphins Corner and dumps him to the floor on top of Paul London, followed by a double dropkick by the fresh as fuck Shelley, who then runs and slides on the ring apron in his corner and points and winks to the crowd. While Sabin Irish whips Dibiase into the Guns corner and both members of the MCMG point each other as Sabin hits a running arched big boot as Shelley hits a Jumping enziguri!
DDP: Hey! Those punks are cheating! Partners on the outside can’t team up like that!
Excalibur: NO! Shelley is on the outside! It is allowed!
DDP:…Oh. Then Yeah! What a move!
Chris snapmares Dibiase to the ground and tags in Shelley, who is already climbing to the yop rope! Shelley waves for the crowd to make some more noise, which they gladly oblige as Alex Shelley comes off and hits a devastating Frog Splash on the Billion Dollar Man and hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
*Bell rings*
*â€1967 (Remix)†plays to a roaring ovation for the Guns as Cody Rhodes looks stunned, James Storm is carrying his Beer Money partner up the ramp and backstage, and Sara Del Ray runs out to tend to the Hybrid Dolphins who are sitting on the outside looking dejected that they lost. Meanwhile, the Guns take the titles and lift them up in the air to more applause, and then start jumping around and hugging before rolling out of the ring and slapping fans hands at ringside.*
Angela: And the winners of the match, and the first ever DWA World Tag Team Champions! The Motor City MACHINE Guns!
DDP: That was 15 minutes of a pure adrenaline rush right there, ladies and gentlemen!
Excalibur: There were 8 guys in that ring and they all wanted the same thing. I tell ya though, Chris Sabin didn’t do shit! Shelley should get the titles!
DDP: But without that burst of energy at the end, The Guns might have lost. Ha ha! Look at Rhodes’s face!
*Cody is in the ring still arguing with the ref as security walks up the ramp behind Sabin and Shelley and they pose on the top of the ramp, before the camera cuts to backstage, where Chuck Taylor is walking around, apparently lost.*
Chuck: Now where am I? How many coffee shops are in this stupid city?
*Chuck turns a corner and spots a DWA Merchandise stand that is stationed by The Deep Dishers, Colt Cabana and Ace Steel, noticing the last customer left with a replica DWA Title, he walks up to the stand looking smug.*
Chuck: So boys, how many of the Chuck Taylor t-shirts have you sold? I’m sure there isn’t any left for me, right?
Colt: Well…there aren’t any Chuck Taylor shirts left.
Chuck: Crap! That is too bad, you know. You’d think they’d give me one free considering I’m the one that sent the designs in!
Ace: Well, Chuck. They can’t really do that. Seeing as how the reason there is none is because there are no orders for the shirt.
Colt: Yeah the company said your design wasn’t good, and they said nobody would by a shirt with a nobody on it.
Ace: Actually they figured you’d probably be fired in a month anyway.
*Crowd gives a half boo/half laugh reaction*
Chuck: WHAT!? That is crazy! I think the real problem is…you guys are just gay.
Colt: You’re gay.
Chuck: Nuh-uh! You’re gay!
Ace: Now guys, it is wrong to call something gay. How would you feel if I called you Colt *points at Colt* and you Chuck? *points at Chuck*
Chuck: I am…Chuck, and he is Colt…
Colt: Yeah…are you serious, man?
Ace: Uh…no. Don’t we have a match coming on now!? I hate filler segments.
Colt and Chuck: Hey!
*The screen goes back to the arena where some in the crowd are laughing at the skit and Angela Fong is in the ring with referee Jimmy Korderas holding the DWA Rush Title*
Angela: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the DWA Rush Title! Introducing first, from Jacksonville, Florida, weighing in at 230 pounds…â€The Black Pope, Elijah Burke!
*â€Don’t Waste My Time†plays to a healthy ovation for The Guiding Light, as he steps out wearing his warmup pants and jacket, and holding a towel looking very subdued he struts to the ring, slapping fans hands and smiling wide, he steps up to the steel steps and lifts his arms up as the crowd cheers more some more. He then steps into the ring, pointing at the crowd and raising his 4 fingers in the air.*
Angela: His opponent, from Dayton, Ohio, weighing in at 225 pounds, He is “That Young Knockout Kid†Chris Hero!
*“Chris Is Awesome†plays to almost the exact same reaction that Burke got, with Hero walking out, spinning at the top of the ramp and shuffling fastly down the ramp, looking very focused at his goal of becoming DWA Rush champion, he removes his jacket and dumps It off to the outside as the bell rings.*
