Los Angeles, California
Monday, August 15, 2005

Wednesday 13
vs
The Ikon

Wednesday 13 is standing inside the ring as he awaits his first round opponent for the Renegade Cup Tournament. "Kooler Than Jesus" hits and out walks 'The Ikon' Carl Towns to the cheers of the fans. He looks around and starts to make his way down to the ring. Once up the steel steps, he waits at a corner, standing ready to fight.

Nalor: This should be a good match. Both of these men are hungry to prove themselves in the OWA and what better place to prove themselves than here in the Renegade Cup Tournament?
Colt: For once, I agree with you, Nalor. Wednesday 13 and The Ikon Carl Towns have both been impressive since coming to the Omni Wrestling Alliance and in time, I think both of them will be holding championship gold.

After patting both men down to search for foreign objects, referee Allison MacDonald signals for the bell and the start of the match. Towns walks to the middle of the ring and puts both hands up over his head, beckoning Wednesday for a test of strength. 13 complies with a smirk, knowing that he's bigger and stronger than his opponent. The two lock up, but Ikon immediately hurls his foe to the mat with an over the shoulder monkey throw. Dragging Wednesday to his feet, Towns delivers a trio of vicious punches and a stiff chop to the chest. Having been taken by surprise from the out-set, 13 goes for the desperation move, jabbing a thumb into Ikon's eye.

Colt: There's no need for that.
Woods: That's what you do when you get a bad start. It's an equalizer, Colt.

Apparently referee MacDonald doesn't agree and is quite visibly admonishing the gothic wrestler for the use of an illegal maneuver. Wednesday shrugs off the official and rushes at his opponent with a stiff lariat. Towns rolls under the out-stretched arm and to his feet, turning quickly and catching 13 on the rebound with a big powerslam. Wednesday gets to his feet slower than his opponent and The Ikon locks in a front headlock and begins to drive a series of knees up into the face of Wednesday.

Nalor: So far this match is all Carl Towns. The Ikon is impressing me tonight more than he has during his run in the OWA.
Colt: Towns shines in tournament situations like this. When there's nothing on the line, his performance is lack-luster, but when it means something, The Ikon gives it one hundred and ten percent.

Carl hurls his opponent across the ring with a t-bone suplex. As 13 gets slowly to his feet, he's pulled up fireman's carry style and nailed with a Death Valley driver. Still, Wednesday gets to his feet. 13 manages to slip behind his opponent, going for a German suplex. A stiff elbow to the side of the head nearly breaks the waistlock and the second one does. Wednesday runs backward to the ropes to add momentum to his next attack, but instead, he's annhilated with a 'Roaring Elbow' strike right between the eyes. Ikon rolls Wednesday over onto his stomach, wraps an arm and rolls his opponent into a majistral pin. Allison MacDonald drops to the mat and strikes the canvas thrice, signalling for the time-keeper to sound the bell.

Colt: 'The Ikon' moves on into the second round of the Renegade Cup tournament. I have to say, he's got to be one of the favorites in this tournament. Especially after the short-work he just made of Wednesday 13.
Nalor: Towns will definitely move on from here. He's focused and his goal is the Renegade Cup and the one million dollar cash prize.

MacDonald raises The Ikon's arm in victory and the man simply smiles before slipping out of the ring and heading to the back amidst very little pomp and ceremony...

Crash
vs
'Steel Phoenix'
Ryan Fulway

"Crash" by Methods of Mayhem blasts over the p.a. system in the arena as the lights dim. The crowd is poised to pop for the Messiah himself, the most N-Phamyss man in all of sports entertianment, Crash. Inside the ring, rookie official Jake Peterson Jr. paces, waiting on the wrestlers that will be under his auspices for this contest. After nearly a minute of his music playing, it cuts abruptly.

Nalor: What's going on? Where's Crash?
Colt: I'm sure I saw him in the back earlier tonight.
Woods: Cold feet, I bet. Crash hasn't had much of a winning streak. With this Phoenix kid, I bet Crash just decided not to show up. After all, he's scared about the up-coming 'Trial by Fire' match.
Colt: Crash isn't afraid of anyone or anything, Jamie.

Regardless, the Messiah has not made his appearance. Rob Zombie's "Supercharger Heaven" erupts over the house speakers and the crowd awaits the arrival of 'The Steel Phoenix' Ryan Fulway. A scuffle can be heard as the Renegade-Tron flickers to life, showing a scene live from backstage. Fulway is being assaulted by none other than the masked Blue Messiah, one of Crash's known aliases.

Woods: It's the Blue Messiah. He's messing up the Phoenix before the 'Trial by Fire'.
Nalor: Leave it to Crash to put on a mask and attack someone.
Woods: Coward.
Colt: What makes you guys think that's Crash. He's not done something like that in years.

Regardless, the masked man continues his assault on Fulway, clobbering him with a steel chair and busting him open. Leaping up onto a nearby table, the Blue Messiah delivers a near-textbook 'DiVeBoMb' onto the Steel Phoenix.

Nalor: I hope he lives up to his namesake and can rise from the ashes of this brutal attack.

The Blue Messiah strikes the Crash-pose and then runs off-screen...

'Brahma'
Barry Turnbull
vs
Flamethrower

Pacing inside the squared-circle as we come back from a promotional vignette for the up-coming rebirth of the Omni Wrestling Alliance is 'Brahma' Barry Turnbull. The last strains of Trace Adkins' "Rough and Ready" ending as "Sleep Now in the Fire" by Rage Against the Machine starts up. Onto the stage step the Black Sky at Dawn - Celeste Remere, Massacre, Wednesday 13, Warmonger and the Kar Brothers. Suspicious by his absence is the OWA World Champion, Flamethrower. The music fades and the Renegade-Tron flickers to life with the image of the corpulent title holder. He takes a large bite from a fried chicken leg, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and chuckles. His stablemates are all standing arms crossed over their chests with grim, serious expressions etched onto their features. The Champion addresses everyone.

Flamethrower: I don't need to win some little tournament for a chrome trophy and a million bucks to prove that I am the best wrestler in the Omni Wrestling Alliance. I believe the OWA World Championship belt proves that beyond any doubt. Barry Turnbull, Grave-Digger, Hell-Raiser 2, whatever you want to call yourself, I understand your birthday is sometime this week. Never let it be said that Falimatehos isn't a generous man. Turnbull, for your birthday, you can have a free pass to the next round of this little distraction of a tournament. Of course, nothing in this world is free. Not even a birthday gift.

Flamethrower's image flickers once, then the entire arena goes black. Within the span of three heart-beats, the stage is lit aflame, as is the area surrounding the ring. Inside the ring, the six members of the Black Sky at Dawn have swarmed over 'Brahma' Barry Turnbull. One after the other, the most prominent graduate from Hell-Raiser's Cavern of Doom Wrestling Facility is hit with his attackers' finishing moves.

Colt: What has Flamethrower orchestrated here? This is nothing but a beat-down on a defenseless man.
Woods: Oh, I wouldn't say he's completely defenseless, Colt.
Nalor: Yeah, Rising Storm isn't going to stand by for too long and let this happen.

As if on Nalor's cue, Renegade Cup's Chief of Security Vinnie HaRdCoRe runs down the aisle. From the four corners of the ringside area, the massive Storm brothers rise as one and slide into the ring. Seeing that the numbers have been evened up, the Black Sky at Dawn decides discretion is the better part of valor and flees the ring. Inside the squared-circle, Vinnie helps Turnbull to his feet as Scott, Bill, Kevin and Ryan Storm all watch for a renewed attack from the Black Sky. Suddenly, the Renegade-Tron flickers to life once more with the OWA World Champion.

Flamethrower: Vinnie HaRdCoRe coming to the aid of Barry Turnbull? My, how the mighty have fallen. Don't you remember this?

Replacing the fat man on the video screen are short clips of a long ago match between Vinnie HaRdCoRe and Hell-Raiser II (yes, a masked Barry Turnbull). The HaRdCoRe rules match was brutal and we see the ending, a room lit only by fluorescent bulbs lying across steel chairs. Vinnie powerbombs Turnbull through one set of bulbs, picks him up and turns one-eighty to repeat the maneuver, then hoists his battered foe up one last time and delivers the third and final powerbomb of the 'HaRdCoRe-bOmB' finisher through a final set of pre-arranged bulbs. Seeing the video, the chief of security simply shrugs, scenes like that having been somewhat common duirng his wrestling career. Barry Turnbull, on the other hand, isn't about to shrug it off and shoves HaRdCoRe. Vinnie is pushed to the ropes by the power of the other man and rebounds off with a spear. Grabbing 'Brahma' by the head, Vinnie pulls him into a standing head scissor and performs the powerbomb/powerbomb/sit-out powerbomb combination to revisit the 'HaRdCoRe-bOmB' on Turnbull. The Black Sky have left the ringside area and a sharp whistle from Vinnie clears the ring of the Rising Storm, the four monsters taking their positions at ringside once again. Bif Naked's cover of the Twisted Sister classic "We're Not Gonna Take It" blares over the p.a. as HaRdCoRe makes his way to the back, leaving a broken and battered - although victorious by no-show - 'Brahma' Barry Turnbull in the ring...
The coordinator of the Renegade Cup Tournament, Jake Peterson comes jogging down the aisle toward the ring, set to officiate the next match. Quickly ascending the steel steps to the apron and stepping between the ropes, Peterson extends a hand to ring announcer Cindy Cartwright, indicating that he wishes to address the audience.

Peterson: Ladies and gentlemen, due to unforeseen circumstances, there has been a change in the line-up for next week's Fallen event to be broadcast from Toronto. Since neither Crash nor Ryan Fulway came out for their match this evening, I've had to shuffle some things around. I understand this news is going to be disappoiting to many of you, but the possibilities should out-weigh that disappointment.

Jake Peterson is now pacing inside the ring, keeping the crowd in suspense as to just what this line-up change may be. They don't have to wait long.

Peterson: Next week at Fallen, the scheduled triple-threat match between The Irishman, The Starseed and Turbine has been cancelled. Instead, either Starseed or Irishman are going to be moved over to the Apocalypse brackets and face 'Brahma' Barry Turnbull in the second round.

There's a mixed reaction from the crowd as Peterson digs into his pocket and produces a golden coin. He flips the coin up and catches it, planting it down on his forearm.

Peterson: Resolved by a simple coin-toss. If it shows heads, The Irishman will be moving over to the Apocalypse brackets. Tails and it's Starseed.

The in-ring camera zooms into the coordinator's arm as he moves his hand away slowly. Upon the coin, we see the grinning face of Queen Elizabeth.

Nalor: The Irishman is coming to the Apocalypse side!
Colt: This is phenomenal news. Starseed and the Irishman are going to put everything they've got into winning their respective brackets so they can settle their differences once and for all in the Iron Man final match at The Reckoning!

With the startling news, we prepare for the next contest...

Al Coholic
vs
Dr. Van Van Mojo

Cindy Cartwright: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a first round match in the Apocalypse bracket of the 2005 Renegade Cup. In the ring, weighing in at 184 pounds, Dr. Van Van Mojo!

Van Mojo dances about the ring, to no surprise of the fans who are rather used to his odd behavior. Alice and The Sensei wait at ringside, watching their ally with anticipation…wanting to see just what the good Doctor has cooked up tonight.

Cindy Cartwright: And his opponent, weighing in at 430 pounds, the OWA Heavyweight Champion…Al Coholic!

Our Lady Peace's "Naveed" begins to play, as the strobe lights go off in red hues to the heavy beats of the music, and a motorcycle revving can be heard...the bike roars unto the ramp and down, riden by the 7' AL Coholic, his custom made OWA Heavy weight title around his waist...he circles the ring once, and lets it stop at the other side...he slides in and walks to a turnbuckle, and climbs up the second, and raises one arm into the air, roaring at the crowd...he then hops back off and rotates his arm, removes his title, and hands it to a ringside offical,then stretches on the ropes, and focuses on his opponent. Both wrestlers attention focus on the stage as Alien Ant Farm’s “Smooth Criminal” comes up on the speakers…

Cindy Cartwright: And introducing the special guest announcer for this contest, the NEW manager of champions…Xavier Talon!
Nalor: This is outrageous! Who invited that wannabe here? He’s not an official member of the Renegade Cup announce team!
Woods: That’s why they called him the “special guest announcer” Nalor. Besides, I kinda like Talon, he’s got style. He’s got a way with words that escapes even you Nalor.
Colt: Let’s try to keep this cival gentlemen, after all we do have a match to call.

Xavier Talon makes his way from behind the curtain, dressed in a very expensive looking silk suit. He doesn’t even look to the fans, who boo him intensely as he makes his way down to the announce position. Nalor is seated on the far side of the table with Woods, then Colt separating him from Xavier Talon. Talon smirks at Nalor who snears back at his rival. Talon dons a headset and sits at the table at the opposite end of the table of Nalor.

Talon: Woods…Colt…thank you for having me here tonight.
Colt: Now lets not get off on a bad foot here Xavier. We don’t want a fight over here tonight, the fights in the ring.
Woods: Shut up Colt, I wanna see they go at it.

Neither Talon nor Nalor acknowledge the remarks of Colt and Woods. The action starts in the ring fast and furious as the good Doctor handsprings across the ring and flies at his much larger opponent with a body press. The 430 lbs Heavyweight Champion catches the cruiserweight and doesn’t even lose his footing. Al falls forward crushing Mojo between himself and the mat. Mojo writhes in pain as Al is quickly back to his feet. A quick spinning boot scrape catches Mojo above the eye as Al takes the early advantage. Al drags Mojo back to his feet, tossing his bodily into the corner. Mojo falls limp into the turnbuckle as the large man closes in. Al delivers a series of elbows to Mojo’s head, rattling his brains. Al backs up slightly, grabing both top ropes beforing driving his massive shoulder into the gut of OWA’s resident pill poppin’ Voo Doo master.

Colt: Mojo looks to be in big trouble here early. Al is really on a roll.
Woods: If Mojo can’t get something going here, this one could be over soon.
Talon: Looks like you might have given Mojo some pre-match advice Nalor, he’s performing just like one of your illustrious charges.
Nalor: Correct me if I’m wrong Talon, but your charge Wednesday 13 lost earlier tonight, didn’t he?

Mojo shakes his head violently, then comes out of the corner ready to fight, lashing out at Al’s leg with a Savate kick. Al has is scouted well as he sidesteps the kick and sweeps Mojo’s other leg out from underneath him. Mojo falls hard on the canvas, smacking his head. Al grabs Mojo about the waist and hauls him up to his feet just long enough to gut wrench him up and over with a suplex. Mojo hits the mat hard, losing his breath as he arches his back in pain. Al signals to the crowd that this one is over as he picks Mojo up to his feet. A quick dip of the shoulder by Al, and Mojo is set up in the fireman’s carry position high up on the Canadian’s shoulder. Al tosses the small man’s legs around, dropping him with the “Big Canadian Thing.” Mojo rolls over to his belly, and his eyes roll back in his head. Al rests a confident elbow on Mojo as the referee slides into position. The three count is academic, and Al Coholic is declared the winner.

Cindy Cartwright: And here is your winner, the OWA Heavyweight Champion….Al Coholic!
Talon: Hmph…hardly worth my time.

Talon tosses his headset down, retiring to the back to prepare his charge for the next match on the card.

Nalor: The arrogant bastard had me so enraged that I missed the majority of that match. What the hell happened?
Woods: Honestly, Al Coholic beat a rag doll dressed up at Dr. Van Van Mojo.
Colt: That’s not called for Wood, I’m sure Mojo gave it all he had.

The three members of the announce team continue to banter as the show goes to commercial…

Spynn
vs
Massacre

The lights flicker and strobe for a moment as "Wait and Bleed" by Slipknot slams into the PS system. Spynn stands in the entranceway for a moment. He stands 5'11", with semi-long fiery red hair that cascades to his shoulders. His faded infamous Sandman t-shirt appears torn and tattered. He wears a pair of blue jean shorts, equally tattered and worn, and a pair of blue kneepads, and blue boots on his feet. He charges to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, and turning to face the fans that either cheer or boo him, his arms raise slowly as his head slightly lowers, his fist tape laden hands clenched in fists raised toward the sky. He then turns to wait on his opponent.

Colt: This should be one hell of a match.
Woods: Yeah, a couple of freaks who like to beat people with chairs and claim to be "hardcore". These two are about as Hardcore as Charlotte the Harlot.
Nalor: That's pretty hardcore you know.
Woods: I'm not talking about Porn you doofus. God I hate you.

A small spot light hits the top of the stage as a traditional "Funeral March" hits the sound system. The massive over 7-foot tall Massacre steps thru the curtains and ducks under the Omni-Tron. Massacre is dressed in a pair of black leather pants and wears a black leather sleeveless trench coat. A pair of sunglasses that look just like those that he wore last week rest on his face. The intimidating figure walks slowly to the ring, never taking his eyes off the ring. Massacre reaches up and grabs the top rope while standing on the floor, then pulls it down below the middle rope. With one stride, Massacre places his foot on the ring apron, and with his second stride he steps over the top rope and into the ring. The giant man take off his sleeveless trench coat, dropping it over the ropes. Xavier Talon is conspicuous by his absence at ringside tonight.

Colt: Well, at least we don't have to do commentary with Talon tonight.
Woods: There is a god.
Nalor: How about we just call the match huh boys? There's the bell.

In the ring, Spynn and Massacre move in for a lock up, but Spynn ducks behind the larger man and begins to fire clubbing forearms into his back. Spynn whips Massacre into the corner and charges in with a clothesline. Climbing the turnbuckles, he begins to rain punches down into Massacres face.

Colt: Spynn is really taking it to Massacre.
Nalor: Well, Spynn does have the experience, I guess.

Spynn continues to nail Massacre in the face with punches, the crowd counting along. Reaching Ten, Spynn locks an arm around Massacres head and launches back off the turnbuckle for a nasty DDT.

Woods: That had to hurt.

Spynn rolls Massacre over and makes a pin, but even after the furious attacks Massacre manages to kick out. Massacre rolls over, and notices his broken sunglasses laying next to him. With a roar he lunges across the ring and nearly decapitates Spynn with a clothesline from hell. Massacre quickly grabs Spynn's ankles and begins to spin (no pun intended) around. After a few revolutions, Massacre releases Spynn's feet and sends him sliding into the ring post.

Colt: Massacre is sure fired up now.
Woods: Break my shades and I'd be pissed too.
Nalor: Yeah, but the worst you'd do is bitch slap someone.

Massacre stalks across the ring and yanks Spynn to his feet, then shoves him back into the corner. He follows up with a big splash. Spynn staggers out of the corner, and Massacre boots him in the gut and drops him with an implant DDT.

Colt: Spynn has got to be out after that.

He may be, but Massacre doesn't seem finished yet. He stands over Spynn's body, then reaches down and wraps both of his hands around the prone mans throat. With a roar he lifts Spynn up, then slams him back to the mat.

Woods: Let the bodies hit the floor!
Colt: Yes, that is the name of that move.
Woods: Huh?

Massacre makes a pin, and the ref drops and counts the ONE.. TWO.. THREE. The ref raises Massacres hand, but the big man rips it away and begins to lay the boots into Spynn. He pulls Spynn up and flings him out of the ring. Massacre moves to follow him out of the ring, when, out of the crowd leaps Massacre, the chick, carrying a large spearlike weapon.

Colt: It's Massacre! Massacre is attacking Massacre!

The chick Massacre slides into the ring and nails the dude Massacre across the back of the head. Massacre the guy staggers, and Massacre the chick pivots and slams the spear she carries up between Massacre the guys legs.

Woods, Nalor, Colt: Ohh.. right in the pills!

Massacre the dude topples over, holding his junk. Massacre the chick lays a few wicked kicks into the ribs of Massacre the guy, before rolling out of the ring and leaping back into the crowd.

Colt: Well.. uhh.. I guess Massacre is advancing to the next round.
Woods: He certainly doesn't look like the winner now.

Massacre rolls back and forth on the mat, clutching his bruised plums as the referee looks down at him.

The Ninja
vs
'Old School'
Hank Braddock

"Ninja Gaiden" begins to play over the p.a. system and the fans rise to their feet, eager to get a look at the oriental assassin. The lights dim in the arena and with all eyes focused on the entry-way, all are surprised as the lights come back up to flaring intensity and standing in the center of the ring is the Ninja, eyes focused on the stage as he awaits the arrival of his opponent.

Nalor: Time to kill another bad gimmik. Hank Braddock is great at what he does.
Colt: Roland, he has yet to actually 'kill' anyones gimmik in the OWA.
Nalor: Doesn't matter. He's got a great gimmik so that once he's killed off all the bad ones, he can kill himself off too. Nobody wants a return of eighties wrestling. What guys like Hogan and the Road Warriors did wasn't wrestling. It was simply street-fighting. Now if he wants to go back a few years before that...

Thankfully, the self-professed Manager of Champions is cut off as a strobe light colors the arena as “We’re Not Gonna Take It” by Twisted Sister hits the sound system. From behind the curtain ‘Old School’ Hank Braddock marches out. He pumps his right fist to the crowd while marching to the ring. Braddock wears black mid-thigh trunks, knee pads, and boots. His ring attire is fairly simple, reflecting his attitude on wrestling. Braddock pauses on the top of the ring steps, and looks to the crowd, giving everyone a big thumbs-up. The fan reaction is mostly positive, as the smarks in the audience cheer on the Old School one. Braddock stretches in the ring, glancing at the Ninja and rolling his eyes as there is a bad gimmik in the ring with him that needs killing.

Woods: Twenty bucks on the Ninja. I love ninja movies.
Nalor: You're on, Woods.
Colt: Didn't you guys bet enough on last week's matches?
Woods & Nalor: Stay out of it.

Referee Jake Peterson Jr. calls for the bell and the match is on. Showing his superior speed, the Ninja begins the match, going for an armdrag/leg throw combination. Hank simply puts on the brakes and hammers his masked foe across the back with a stiff forearm shot. Grabbing the Ninja's arm, Braddock wrenches it and delivers a series of shoulder thrusts, working over the arm. Releasing his opponent, 'Old School' hooks in and delivers a vertical suplex.

Colt: There's not a lot of flash to Hank Braddock, but when he's in the ring, he means business.
Nalor: Today's business is takin' out the trash, er, the Ninja.
Woods: Not a chance. The Ninja's got all sorts of nasty tricks up his sleeve. Watch and see.

The Ninja is whipped into the corner and Braddock follows in with a running clothesline, then scales the ropes to the middle and unleashes a series of punches. The crowd counts to ten, marking off each of the punches in succession that Hank delivers. As the Ninja stumbles out of the corner, he's pulled up into the powerful arms of 'Old School' into a bear hug. Quickly, the Ninja does everything he can to escape, ringing Braddock's ears as he slams both palms over the gimmik-killer's auditory organs. Hank releases and screams in pain. He puts his hands to his ears and when he pulls them away, blood can be seen on his left hand. The Ninja follows up with a back fist, but Hank catches the fist and turns it into a top wristlock.

Colt: I can't believe it, I think the Ninja shattered Hank Braddock's ear-drum!
Woods: Believe it, Colt. Ninjas can do that and all sorts of kewl tricks. He's probly got a mouth full of little spikes like in Revenge of the Ninja!
Nalor: You watch too many movies, Woods.

Braddock releases the wristlock and shakes out some residual cobwebs from the bell-clap he received a few minutes earlier. The Ninja takes this opportunity to strike, leaping up onto Hank's shoulders and rolling forward for a victory roll. Braddock drops to his knees and holds his foe's legs, countering the would-be pin attempt into one of his own. The Ninja kicks out at the two-count. Showing off his speed once more the Ninja runs to the ropes and rebounds off, leaping and catching 'Old School' in a headlock to hit a bulldog. Not against Hank Braddock. The gimmik-slayer holds his position and instead turns the would-be bulldog into an atomic drop, pantomiming the Ninja's wobbly stance after having his tail-bone jarred.

Nalor: I love it! Now he's making fun of your Ninja, Woods. I hope you've got my twenty bucks handy.

The Ninja turns around to face his opponent and the big meaty hand of Hank Braddock latches onto the forehead of the masked wrestler. 'Old School' places his left hand on the right wrist and increases the pressure he's placing on the temples of his foe. The Ninja drops to one knee and is trying desperately to pull himself free from Braddock's iron grip, but to no avail. 'Old School' keeps on the force of the move, pushing the Ninja down so that his shoulders are on the mat. Junior slaps the mat once, twice, then the Ninja's arm rolls up slowly, narrowly avoiding the loss.

Braddock: Check him, he's out!

Old School yells at the referee, who obliges by lifting the arm of the masked cruiserweight. It falls limply back to the mat. Instead of checking again, the son and namesake of Jake Peterson simply slaps the mat three times in succession. Twisted Sister's "We're Not Gonna Take It" recommences over the sound system as Braddock still holds onto the Claw. Peterson Jr. doesn't bother trying to make him release it and simply heads to the back, his job for the evening has been done. As ring announcer Cindy Cartwright announces the victor, Hank finally lets his unconscious opponent go. Slipping to the outside of the ring, Old School snatches a microphone from the time-keeper's table.

Braddock: Another gimmick killed at the hands of OLD SCHOOL Hank Braddock. Batman, I hope for your sake that you lost to Madd Dawg, because you’re next. I’m gonna take…you…to school!

Suddenly the lights flicker and an arrow suddenly flies out of no where to stab into the turnbuckle near where the Ninja is lying. A scroll unrolls from the arrow with text in Kanji script.

Nalor: What the hell does that say?
Woods: It says 'Hiretsukan is your master. Bow before Jarod Slaughter.'
Colt: No it doesn't. Let me take a closer look.

The Renegade Cup tournament's play-by-play announcer gets out of his seat and heads into the ring, pulling the scroll off the arrow and studying it for a moment. He asks for a microphone and is handed one from the ring announcer.
Colt: Ladies and gentlemen, this seems to be a message aimed at the Ninja. Let me read it for you. 'You are a perversion to the way of ninpo. Retribution is coming for you.'

The camera pans up to the ceiling in time to catch a dark form disappearing out a roof access way.

Gunnar
The Einherjar
vs
Titan

Manowar's "Gates of Valhalla" blasts over the house speakers as a dark blue light flows like water over the audience. Shoving the curtain aside, Gunnar the Einherjar walks out from the back, wearing wrestling boots, black leather pants and a pair of stylish sunglasses. The Einherjar's arms are tattooed with Norse runes, the meaning of which is known only to those able to read the futhark. As Gunnar nears the ring, he stomps up the three steel steps, then onto the apron. He slips between the ropes and begins to pace the ring as he awaits the arrival of his opponent.

Colt: Gunner looks ready for this match up
Woods: What do you think those things on his arms mean?
Colt: Why don't you go ask him?
Woods: Naw, I'll pass for now.

The arena falls to darkness again as slowly building in the background is AC/DC's "Thunderstruck", at each beat of 'thunder' the arena flashes slightly with a blue tint. As the music picks up volume there is an explosion of lightning from the entranceway as the tallest man in the OWA ducks under the bottom of the Omni Tron and then stands tall looking down to the ring. Clips playing on the overhead of his matches from the United Wrestling Organization downing people in chokeslam after chokeslam including the tag team of the Kars Brothers a Black Sky team from the UWO. He walks up the steps and steps over the top rope before shooting a arm up high the causes several explosions arcing from the turnbuckles to the ceiling much like lightning.

Woods: Wow! Thats impressive. You think Gunner likes lightning?
Colt: I don't think Gunner even noticed to tell you the Truth.
Nalor: This ones really a David Vs Goliath match up.
Colt: Your right about that.

Ref. Brian Shepherd, calls both men to the center of the ring. With both men trying a staredown, Finaly Gunner lets some choice words slip out. Yelling at him, a challenge of some sort. Titan looks around and snorts, his big hand wrapping around Gunner throat and Gunner seems to be just encourging him. Lifted 7 ft into the air and slammed down hard. Titan stares down at the smaller man not believeing what just happened. He goes for the pin but only gets a one count.

Colt: What was Gunner thinking!
Woods: Its mind games Colt, messing with Titans head!

Gunner is up quickly enough just as Titan brings down a big clubbing fist towards Gunners head but he easily slips behind the tall one. Pushing him into the turnbuckle. Gunner quickly steps between the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle, spinning titan around and comming down with a thundering Bulldog. Titan stretched across the mat not moving for a moment.

Woods: Did you feel that? Was like I had a massage chair. Hey, thats what we need out here.
Colt: That was...wait a massage chair?
Nalor: I think Woods has a point. Lets get some massage chairs down here!

Titan rolls over to stare at the lights, a hand going to his forhead as Gunner comes down with both feet planted firmly on Titans chest then starts to hop up and down a few more times for good measure. Titan crosses his arms over his chest, rolling to his side. Gunner helping Titan up who gets a sharp blow to his Gut. Titan lifting Gunner from behind and standing tall and straght with Gunner sitting on his shoulders. Before Titan's able to fall back, Gunner racks his eyes causeing the big man to bend forward. The Einherjar, turns quickly and hooking both of Titans arms and hits a double underhook DDT, the mass of Titans body comming down hard on his neck and head.

Colt: Gunner is giving it his all. He's not letting Titan have a chance.
Nalor: He's doing...alright.

As Titan slowly gets up, Gunner hits him with a forarm smash. again...and again before rebounding off the ropes with a running forarm. Titan falling back against the ropes. Gunner quickly turning him over to the second rope. Titans throat across that rope with Gunner pressing down from behind. He holds it to just before the 5 count. Before Titan can get up, Gunner hits him again. The 4 count breaks the hold once more. Titan gets to his knees as Gunner comes from behind, locking on an inverted facelock. Titan lets out a yell as his knees are bent back and Gunner turns, dropping the elbow on Titan. Driving him to the mat with his legs bent back. Gunner gets up and sees Titan trapped. He goes for the pin. Shepherd lands the 2 count before Titan some how powers out.

Colt: That was just sick. Did you see Titans knees bent under him?
Woods: That was mean, nasty and just unfair. I think Gunner becoming my new hero!

Gunner once again helps Titan up, who breaks free and slugs Gunner in the gut. As he doubles over, Titan irish whips him into the ropes and tossing Gunner in a high back drop.

Woods: Talk about your frequint flyer miles!
Colt: That could be the turning point of this match.

TItan falls to his knees a moment as Gunner slams back to earth quickly rolling away. Titan is the first up, lifting Gunner by his neck. He lifts Gunner a few feet into the air and fallowing with him in a chokeslam.

Colt: Looks like titan couldn't get him up high enough with his injured knees.
Woods: Still looked like it hurt to me.

Titan and Gunner gets up at the same time. Titan irish whips Gunner into the ropes again, a big boot comming towards The Einherjars face. But Gunner falls and slides under the boot. Gunner comming from behind, twisting Titans arm and quickly climbs the nearest turnbuckle. He his the shoulder arm breaker off the second rope. Titan grabbing his shoulder while Gunner is up quickly again. Giving Titan a good stomp, challenging him to get up.

Colt: He's wasting time with this.
Woods: Doesn't look like he has much to worry about to me.

As Titan gets up he kicks Gunner low, getting a warning from Ref. Shepherd. Titan bends Gunner over, hands locking around his waste. Lifting him up fast as if for a powerbomb but Gunners feet are kept bent and the bottom of his boots hits Titan in the jaw. Falling back to his feet and tossing the big man over with a back body drop. Titan is slow to get up, being met by Gunner with a kick to his gut. Hooking both arms and hitting the 'Blood-Eagle'.
1..
2..
3..

Colt: And Gunner advances in the tournament!
Woods: Oh that looked like it nocked Titan out.

Gunnar allows the official to raise his arm in victory, then beckons for a microphone from ring announcer Cindy Cartwright.

Gunnar: The saga begins. The saga of Gunnar the Einherjar. What began as a charade with Anarchy Incorporated has turned into the leader taking down the one-time followers. Titan, you were but the first. After I win the Apocalypse Championship and Renegade Cup, Whitecoat and Reaper, I'll be coming for you.

The Einherjar drops the mic in the ring. He slips out of the ring and heads up the back... Titan getting help from the Ref back up to the curtain.

Colt: A warning from Gunner The Einherjar, I hate to be those men.
Woods: You'd be in better shape.
Colt: Will you stop that.

Madd Dawg
vs
The Batman

"Aaawwwooooooooooooo..." a wolf howls before "Of Wolf & Man" by Metallica blares over the p.a. Silver pyro explodes up the ramp towards the curtain, ending in a huge shower of silver sparks. As the pyro fades the image of Dawg can be seen, the huge man stands stock still as the last of the pyro fades away before striding down the ramp. He is clad in black leather pants that match his leather trench coat, that swirls about his feet, and black leather button down vest and simple boots, his long snow white hair is pulled back into a ponytail. Dawg strides down the ramp and steps easily up onto the apron and vaults the top rope and steps up onto the nearest turnbuckle and raising his fists as the fans roar their approval. Dawg hops back and strides across the ring and repeats the ritual, grinning as he steps back off the turnbuckle and pulls his trench coat off, revealing elbow braces and simple fingerless gloves, and handing his coat to the time keeper and turns to await his opponent.

Colt: Madd Dawg is definitely one of the favorites to win this entire tournament. He's got the experience and he's got the desire to prove himself after coming up short against Flamethrower for the OWA World Championship.
Woods: Yeah, and he's still licking his wounds after having been embarassed against Quick Luca in the finals of the last tournament.
Nalor: All kidding aside, Woods, Madd Dawg does remember that upset and that's one of his big drives to win this tournament this year.

Shadows' "Darkness Falls" begins to play over the house speakers in Los Angeles as the lights darken. Instead of coming out as normal, however, the Batman has made an attempt to gain an advantage from the outset of the contest, having entered the ring from the crowd and sneaking up on Madd Dawg. The Batman hooks an inverted facelock and nails the Horseman with a spinning neckbreaker from that position. Pulling Dawg up by the pony-tail, the Batman lifts him fireman's carry style.

Nalor: He's going for the 'Vengeance' right away! This is it for Madd Dawg!
Colt: Oh my God! I can't believe Madd Dawg was so woefully unprepared for this sneak-attack.

The Batman's finisher connects and Dawg is lying on the canvas staring up at the lights. Without wasting a second, the caped crusader - and he has yet to remove said cape, even - covers, hooking not just one leg, but both, knowing the caliber of wrestler he's facing.

Peterson: One! Two! Thr..

Madd Dawg's kick-out had authority. The Batman backed into a corner, removing his cape now so that it doesn't hinder him further. The caped crusader throws a feint of a kick into his opponent's mid-section, but the veteran Madd Dawg catches the kick. Batman goes for the enziguri. Dawg ducks the kick, but doesn't release his hold on the dark knight. Instead, the Horseman turns around and applies a figure-four leglock on his hapless opponent.

Colt: I thought the Batman had this match in the bag. He knew that coming at Madd Dawg head on would be a tougher battle, but the Horseman has certainly come back from the sneak attack.
Nalor: Batman's got the bottom rope, now. Peterson's making Dawg release the hold.

Indeed, Madd Dawg's figure four is over, but it did it's job, putting the match back in Dawg's favor. As the Batman gets to his feet, he and the big dog circle one another, each looking for an opening. The two men lock up collar-and-elbow style, jockeying for position, each man trying to get the upper-hand. Madd Dawg scoops the caped crusader up and hurls him backward with a fallaway slam. Getting to his feet quickly, the Batman rushes forward with arm out for a lariat. Dawg catches the arm and delivers a side Russian leg-sweep.

Woods: There's a fire burning inside Dawg that I haven't seen since he won the OWA World Championship back in the day.
Colt: That fire just might carry him through to the finals of this tournament. It looks right now as if it's going to put him over the Batman.
Nalor: Look what Madd Dawg's done, though. He's twisted the Batman's mask so that it's all cock-eyed. He can't wrestle if he can't see.
Woods: Then maybe he shouldn't have come out here with a mask on. Dawg's just taking advantage of his environment.

Indeed, the Batman's mask has been turned sideways and he throws a blind punch toward where he thinks Madd Dawg is standing. Dawg smirks and grabs the fist, irish-whipping his opponent into the corner. The Horseman follows up hard with a clothesline from Hell in the corner. Continuing his assault, Dawg grabs his foe's arm and ascends the ropes. Taking a few steps across the top rope that sets off flash-bulbs throughout the arena, Madd Dawg leaps off and connects with an elbow drop to the shoulder.

Colt: He's dislocated the Batman's arm!
Woods: I forgot how over-dramatic you can be, Colt. Nice working with you again.
Nalor: Get a room. Madd Dawg's ready to end this match.

With the Batman down on one knee and rubbing his attacked shoulder, Madd Dawg signals for the end. He signals for the 'Apocalypse'.

Colt: What a fitting way to end this show. An 'Apocalypse' to end Apocalypse.
Woods: Madd Dawg has always had a sense of the dramatic, hasn't he?

Madd Dawg scoops the caped crusader up and powerbombs him viciously, shaking the foundations of the ring as the three-hundred pound masked super-hero connects to the canvas. Hoisting the Batman up again, Dawg shifts position and connects with the inverted powerslam, completing his 'Apocalypse'. Referee Jake Peterson drops to the mat and slaps once... twice... thrice!

Cindy Cartwright: Here is your winner, Madd Dawwwwwwwg!

After allowing the coordinator of the tournament to raise his arm in victory, Madd Dawg turns his attention back to the beaten Batman. He motions that he's going to tear off the man's mask and the crowd goes wild. He digs his fingers beneath the cowl and pulls it up over the Batman's head, revealing... another mask. This one much more traditional wrestling style, but plain black. Tossing the primary mask over his shoulder, Madd Dawg looks ready to begin taking the other off, but is instead nailed with a swinging overhead kick to the face that stuns him momentarily. The Batman, out of desperation to keep his identity hidden, managed to come up with one last, ditch attack. Rolling out of the ring, he escaped through the crowd just as he'd come into the match. Madd Dawg paces in the ring, eyes focused on the retreating form of the Batman as he scoops up the mask that he did remove and holds it over his head as though it were a championship title. The fans react with cheers as if it were indeed a gold belt. Madd Dawg slips out of the ring as Apocalypse comes to an end...



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