Toronto, Ontario
Monday, August 22, 2005

The Irishman
vs
'Brahma'
Barry Turnbull

The Irishman wins (details to follow...)

*The Starseed*
vs
Turbine

Mötley Crüe's "Kickstart My Heart" erupts over the public address system. Red pyros blasts from the four ring-posts as the cruiserweight Turbine runs at full-speed down the aisle to the ring. He dives and slides beneath the bottom rope, heading to the opposite side of the ring, where he hops up onto the middle rope and back-flips to land neatly dead-center in the middle of the squared-circle. He turns about to face the entry-way and watch as his race car and wrestling entrance video fades. His forehead however seems to be heavily bandaged, even under the mask…the lights dim as a single Maple Leaf spotlight shines at the top of the entrance ramp, and the acoustic opening intro to Our Lady Peace’s “Starseed” begins to play…and the crowd gets on their feet anticipating the Canadian Phenom…as the heavy baseline and drum intro begins to take over, and the lead singer screams loudly, 4 pyros shaped like red shooting stars crash at the entrance ramp and set off 4 red and white alternating pyros, and as the smoke clears, out steps the Starseed, wearing his red robe, covered in rhinestones, with the trademark smirk on his face, he holds his hands out to the sides and spins around, revealing the cursive “Phenom” written in the back with rhinestones. He then makes his way to the ring amidst the boos and cheers, as he steps up the ramp, and asks the ref to open the ropes for him…he does so and ‘Seed steps in between, walks to center ring and spins around, holding his hands to his sides again and gives that smirk they know so well…the ringside attendant comes over and Starseed undoes the front of the robe, and holds his hands out to the side again, the attendant removes the robe behind him revealing the WWA Cruiserweight and Undisputed titles, shining brightly around his waist…Starseed undoes them one at a time, and folds them neatly pointing to the attendant to make sure they’re kept safe. The attendant steps between the ropes and down to the floor as Starseed looks over to Turbine, and calls for a mike…

Colt: looks Like Starseed’s got something to say.
Woods: Quiet, we’re about to hear the next Renegade cup champ speak….

Starseed: Turbine, I’m giving you one chance. Lay down in front of me, and I’ll pin you for the 3, and you can go home and heal the head wound Unknown gave you.

Starseed throws the mike to the mat the ref moves it aside, as Turbine looks at Starseed with contempt and nods, lying on the mat before him, Starseed moves over with a smirk, and as he drops to a knee for the cover, turbine grabs Starseed and rolls him up into a small package! The ref turns and surprised moves over and drops for the two and a half count! Starseed and Turbine quickly both get up, and Starseed rushes at Turbine and flattens him with a vicious clothesline, Starseed jumps atop and grabs Turbine by the mask and viciously stars to punch at his head…

Colt: Starseed showing a vicious streak here, Turbine must have pissed him off... serves ‘Seed right for making himself vulnerable like that…
Woods: Starseed was offering Turbine an easy way out, now, he’s going to pay the price for denying one of the Phenom’s gifts!

Sure enough Turbine begins to bleed from the mask again, as Starseed stands lifting him unceremoniously from the mask, and locks turbine’s waist from the side and hits him with a high Salto Suplex, Starseed then stands quickly and “wooo”s to the crowd and then looks down at Turbine with a sinister smirk…he then picks up the cruiserweight, and turbine lashes on from his knees with a shot to the stomach, Starseed holds on, another shot, and another, and Turbine grits his teeth in seeming anger, jumps up, grabs Starseed’s head and hits him with a sit-down Jawbreaker, sending ‘Seed to the mat. Turbine then quickly shakes his head while he stands, and looks to the rising Starseed and goes for a back flip, kicking the Canadian under the jaw!

Colt: Turbine might have this! He’s got to capitalize!
Woods: Get up STARSEED! GET UP!

Turbine rushes to the turnbuckle, and jumps off the top with a legdrop connecting with the “Turbo-Cruncher”! Turbine moves quickly for the pin, hooking the leg, and Starseed kicks out at the last second! The crowd cheers loudly for the underdog, Turbine picking Starseed up and setting him up for the “Jammer” front Russian leg sweep, but Starseed puts the brakes on grabs Turbine by the mask, and Slams his head down into his knee, rather viciously as Turbine stumbles back now bleeding from the head AND the nose… Starseed moves over and DDT out of nowhere, brings Turbine to the mat…Starseed picks him up, and locks in a Cradle piledriver connecting with absolutely no hesitation. The Canadian Phenom stands atop the body of Turbine and slaps his face in disrespect, yelling out to him…”You’re not in my league!”… “Lie DOWN!”…”Do the JOB!” every phrase met with a harder slap, Starseed smirks and picks Turbine up, who can barely stand, and the Canadian Phenom holds him by the face, and arm, and mouths the words…”This is your own fault!”…Starseed hits Turbine in the mid-section with a stiff kick, sending Turbine over, Starseed locks in a very tight Standing headscissors, and then his arms around the waist, directly beneath the shoulders, as if going for a powerbomb, instead of lifting, Starseed launches himself forwards as if for a sunset flip, but keeps the waist lock and NAILS Turbine in the center ring with a flipping piledriver!

Colt: WHAT WAS THAT?
Woods: THAT’S THE “CANADIAN DESTROYER”! THAT’S PETEY WILLIAMS’S MOVE! OR WAS! THE STARSEED SAID HE HAD SOMETHING FOR IRISHMAN TONIGHT, AND HE’S JUST DELIVERED!

Starseed then pins Turbine, who seems out cold, for the academic 3 count…As his music hits, Starseed stands and smirks looking at Turbine, and touches his jaw, a little blood on his teeth from the jawbreaker...Starseed nods at turbine with a sinister grin and slides outside the ring, grabs a steel chair and slides back in, and sets the chair at the foot of a corner…Starseed picks Turbine up, and props him face first in the corner, as he exits the ring to the apron and climbs to the top…suddenly the Renegade cup security forces, the Storm brothers rush out, Starseed looks to them and looks slightly worried, then smirks his trademark, the Storm brothers turning around and looking outside to make sure no one runs in! Starseed pulls Turbine up as the Phenom keeps Balance on the top rope, locks his arms around Turbine’s waist as he’s put into another headscissors and Starseed suddenly flips over into another Canadian Destroyer unto the steel chair! The crowd gasps as they’ve just witnessed the possible end of Turbine…and Starseed smirks, looking down at the bleeding young man, as EMT’s come out of the back and Starseed rolls out of the ring, grabbing his WWA titles, and walking up the ramp, spinning around and looking at his handiwork…

Madd Dawg
vs
'Old School'
Hank Braddock

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. Fans jump to their feet as Hank has gathered quite the following in the past few weeks. Braddock stretches in the ring, awaiting the entrance of Madd Dawg

Colt: This match should be interesting.
Woods: Yeah, Mad Dawg's gonna stomp this guy!
Nalor: I don't know, I kinda like Braddocks style.
Colt: He just makes fun of the other fine super stars here.
Woods: Oh stop trying to put the man down.
Colt: I'm not trying to do that!

AAAWWWOOOOOOO.. 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 face his opponent, Braddock letting the vet have his time before they both start to cirlce one another and lock up in a collar and elbow tie up.

Woods: Boreing, lets get some action here!
Colt: Be quiet would you? Mad Dawg's getting the upper hand in this.
Nalor: If you havn't notice, Dawg is a bit bigger.
Colt: You miss nothing do you?

Dawg puts the pressure on Hank, pushing him to one knee. Dawg getting a grin as h e holds him down a moment before hank suddenly gives him a sharp shot to the gut and hits with a drop kick. Dawg sprawling out to the ground. Dawg wearing a mixture of confusion and daze. Hank slipping behind the Dawg, as he slowly makes it to his feet, turning to only catch a boot from Old School. Hank grabs one of the big mans arms and twist it behind him into a classic Hammerlock. Dawg throw back an elbow once, twice and Hank is forces to get away from those harsh shots. The camera zooms in to see Hank cut just above his left eye.

Colt: Oh, seems Mad Dawgs braces may have accidently made Han Braddock bleed here.
Woods: It's an accident I'm sure.
Colt: Well, yes I didn't say otherwise.
Woods: Admit it! Next words from your mouth was going to be "The Ref should do something about the use of those weapons!"
Colt: I was not,
Woods: Sure...

Dawg turns, giving his arm a shake and then quickly lifts Old School high in the air with a Military-Press. After holding him for a moment, Dawg drops Hank onto his shoulder and hits with a beautiful powerslam. Staying on the attack, Dawg lifts Hank up, quickly lifting him onto his shoulder in a firemans carry and without warning falling to the side sending Hank into a Death Valley Drop. The front crowed gasp hearing the mat almost explode with sound. Once again Dawg lifts Hank up quickly. Slpping behind him and applying a Full Nelson. Just as Dawg started to lift though, Braddock fell to the ground, hands held high over his head and Dawg nearly tangles himself in the ropes as he's offbalance from the sudden disapearance of weight. Quickly Braddock trys to capitalize, charging Dawg with a Running Clotheline. Dawg just side stepping and leeting Hank rebound back to him. He catchs Hank and lifts him into the air.

Colt: Here comes a...Spinebuster. This will hurt folks.
Woods: The move hasn't even happened yet! How do you know for sure?
Colt: Try watching the match, you might learn a few things.

But as Hank is lifted into the air, he kicks out and just clips Dawg low. Fallan on his feet with a half bent Dawg before him, he quickly charges forward and pulling Dawgs legs out from under him. Still holding those long legs he steps over into a Boston Crab. Pulling back hard and sitting low. Dawg looks like he has no wear to go. The Ref asking if he wants to tap. Dawg just shakes his head no, reaching for the ropes that are a good foot ouf ot his reach.

Colt: Hank Braddock reversus the Spinebuster into a Boston Crab. This match could be over
Woods: Told you!
Colt: Stop, please...for just one match.

Finaly Dawg, after pulling himself up, crawls close enough to reach the ropes, Hank letting go as the Ref starts counting. The Horseman lays there a moment only turning onto his back, pain crossing his face a moment as Hank bounces off the ropes and drops his trademark "Old School Leg Drop" and Dawg looks out for a moment. With a quick movment Braddock is over him, raising Dawg to his knees and clamping The Claw on Dawgs forhead. Squeezing for all his life as Dawg trys to pull free. The Ref moves in to check on Madd Dawg, who gets pushed by a arm flailing Madd Dawg. Then opertunity to get a low shot in, then quickly moving those punch to Hanks stomach. Fighting his way to his feet before a foot comes up and Hank is sent through the ropes from the powerful Thrust Kick. Dawg resting a moment in a corner as the Ref begins the 10 count.

Colt: Oh that was low
Woods: Thanks for stating the obvious.
Colt: I just ment.
Nalor: Please spare us.
Woods: Yeah thats a great idea!

Braddock climbs his way back into the ring, Dawg charging him, Hank leaning on the ropes for support. Dawg launches into a Flying Elbow but doesn't connect with anyone. The Old School having dropped to the ground, pulling the top rope down. Dawg tumbles out but as he does so his head gets stuck between the top and middle rope. The people gasp as Dawg is 'hung' out to dry. The Ref quickly moving over to try to pull the ropes apart. Hank looks at the situation and seems to be contempt catching his wind in the corner.

Colt: That could cost him.
Woods: Whats wrong with Braddock? This is a prime shot! He could win this match do to this one mishap!
Colt: Some people have somthing called Honor.
Nalor: what would you know about that?
Colt: I don't want to get into this with you kind of people.

Finaly Dawg is freed, rolling back in and Braddock is quick to pick up. Lifting the big man up and dropping him gut first across the knee. Madd Dawg curling up a bit holding his stomach. Hank step over the big mans back and sqauts down, pulling him into a Camel Clutch. Many fans could see his fingers not laced properply but that would mean little to most. Dawg once again powers his way up, up and up. Finaly getting to his feet with Hank clung to his back. Dawg falls back into the corner turnbuckle. Leaving Braddock up against the ropes. Dawg reachs for Hank, bending him over and wraps his arms around the smaller mans body, He lifts Braddock up but his feet hit the middle rope stoping his rise. As his feet hit back down he quickly back drops Dawg whos lands half on the turnbuckles.

Colt: That was too close that could have been carier ending!
Woods: Ooo ouch.

Braddock struggles to get a limp Madd Dawg to his feet, he thenk lifts Dawg in a Vertical Suplex. The First time he can't get Dawg up, the second not over just yet but on the third. With the fans cheering he lifts Dawg high into the air, holding him suspended for a moment before drops him back to the mat. Braddock moves to the nearest turnbuckle and starts to climb. He sees the unmoving Madd Dawg and leaps into the air with yet another trademark move "Old School Elbow Drop" and connects, Quickly going for a pin. 1....2.....3. There is a stunned silence that falls over the crowd. Even Hank Braddock seems to be surprised at having gained what many would consider an upset victory in the second round of the tournament.

Woods: Wow.
Colt: 'Old School' Hank Braddock over Madd Dawg in this one. I'm, well, speechless.
Nalor: It happened five years ago and it happened again here tonight. Madd Dawg suffers an upset loss in the tournament. At least this time it wasn't an upset in the finals.

Braddock slides to the outside of the ring, raising his arms in victory, looking out into the sea of fans in Toronto that are as surprised as he and everyone else at the victory. Madd Dawg slips out of the ring behind Hank and taps him on the shoulder. 'Old School' turns around and is further shocked by a 'Nemesis' onto the floor around the ring. Dawg scoops up the victor and tosses him into the ring, following right behind. Braddock isn't moving as he's lifted up and brutalized with an 'Apocalypse'. Madd Dawg spits down on his foe and the crowd in Toronto shows their appreciation of the OWA official's lack of sportsmanship by loudly jeering and throwing garbage into the ring. Dawg gives the Canadian fans a double bird, then leaves the ring, Hank Braddock unconscious, despite having come out victorious...

Samual Hart
vs
Genocide

"Genius" by Pitchshifter hits and Hart makes his way to the ring. He doesn't stop to pose or anything. Just straight to the ring, slides in and waits for the match to begin. "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns 'n Roses starts and the curtain is jerked aside as Genocide steps onto the ramp, dressed in black leather pants and a black spandex t-shirt, and steps through a shower of red pyro, Genocide pauses and grins and sweeps his arms towards the curtain. The curtains part and Salome struts out onto the ramp, dressed in a black leather mini skirt, short enough to see the tops of her lace stockings, and a skin tight green velvet top, nearly cut down to her navel and knee high black leather boots. The crowd hoots and hollars for the beauty and Genocide grins and offers his arm to Salome. The couple saunter down the ramp towards the ring, where they share a quick, but passionate kiss. Genocide leaps up onto the apron then flips over the ropes and into the ring and bounds up to a turnbuckle as the crowd pops huge. Salome pauses at the ring apron, then swings one leg up onto the apron, then braces herself and swings the other leg up onto the apron, doing a full splits. She ducks under the bottom rope and climbs smoothly to her feet, waving to the crowd. Genocide grins and hops off the turnbuckle and sweeps his wife into a deep bow and kisses her passionately. The crowd hoots and yells for the couple as they kiss. After a moment Genocide straightens Coyola up and with a wink and a bit of a skip she climbs out of the ring and takes her place on the floor to cheer on her man.

Woods: So who does the winner of this match have to face?
Nalor: You've got the brackets right there in front of you, Woods.
Colt: Genocide or Samual Hart will face either Orion or Corran Tavers in the next round.
Woods: And the next round is the semi-finals, right?
Colt: The semi-finals for the Gehenna Championship, yes.
Woods: Consider me thoroughly confused.

The official for the match - incidentally the man responsible for Jamie Woods' thorough confusion - is Jake Peterson and he calls for the bell, having checked both men for foreign objects. The two men circle one another for a moment, an attempt by each to size up the other. Both men wear smug looks, as though each has already decided that he's going to win this contest. Hart surges forward and the two men lock up collar and elbow style. Genocide tries to bring his power to bear, but just can't stand toe to toe with Hart's strength. Samual sneaks in a single-leg takedown and in short order has applied a crooked figure-four leglock. Genocide writhes on the canvas, trying in vain to move himself to the ropes to get a break, but Hart's might keeps the Horseman planted squarely in the middle of the ring.

Nalor: It looks like there's no escape for Genocide. He's going to have to tap out or wait until Hart falls asleep.
Colt: We're still in the first minute of the match. There's no way Genocide would have made it into this round of competition if he was even capable of tapping out from the start.
Woods: Twenty bucks says Genocide doesn't submit, Nalor. Not right now and not later in the tournament, either.
Nalor: You're on.

After holding the crooked figure-four leglock for just over a minute, the dreaded chant from the audience begins.

Toronto: Bo... Ring..! Bo... Ring..! Bo... Ring..!

Not about to let down his countrymen, Samual releases the hold and Genocide rolls to the outside of the ring, favouring his leg as Salome comes to his side to make sure he's okay. The Society's enforcer makes his way to the outside of the ring as well and stalks his Horseman opponent. Hart comes around the corner of the ring to the side where Genocide and Salome are and runs right at his smaller foe. Salome manages to back-pedal herself out of harm's way and Genocide simply ducks the vicious in-coming lariat. Unfortunately for Samual, his out-stretched arm connects with the ring-post making a dull echoing thud. Hart doesn't go down, however, but is holding onto the brutalized limb. Genocide flicks a foot up into his opponent's mid-section, but Samual catches it with his good arm. The Horseman chuckles and delivers an enziguri. Referee Peterson's count has reached eight and Genocide rolls back into the ring to break the count, immediately rolling back outside, where the advantage - for the moment - is his.

Nalor: If Genocide can keep on top of Hart, he'll be moving on to the next round.
Colt: He can't win the match out here, though. He's going to have to get Hart back inside the ring.

The Horseman does just that, rolling the Society man under the bottom rope and following right behind. Genocide goes for an irish-whip, but finds it reversed on him. Hopping up to the middle rope as he nears it, Drake springboards off with a body press. He hooks a leg, but only gets a two-count as Hart kicks out with authority. Quick as a hiccup, the Horseman is back on the attack, hooking his rival's head and going for a tornado DDT. Samual puts on the brakes and shoves Genocide up and off, causing the cruiserweight to land on his gut. Hart quickly pulls his foe back up, grasps one of his legs and shoves him back to the mat on his back, where he locks in a rolling leglock submission. Luckily for Genocide, he's near enough the ropes that he's able to grab onto them with both arms, putting a stop to the hold as the official calls for a break, which Hart gives cleanly. Genocide kips up to his feet and his eyes widen as Samual was right there waiting and nails him with a big spinebuster.

Woods: Owch! That's gotta sting.
Colt: It does...
Nalor: *interrupting Colt* How would you know, Colt? In all the years I've known you, you've never set foot into the ring - not even to do an interview.

Samual keeps pressing his advantage, whipping Genocide across the ring and on the rebound, he scoops him up for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker - only the Horseman wrapped his legs around his foe's head and brought him down with a flying head-scissors. As Hart is getting to his feet, Genocide drapes a leg across the back of his neck, going for a guillotine face driver. Instead, Samual reacts quickly and uses his power to pull the Horseman up for a snap powerbomb. Genocide shows why he is indeed the human highlight reel by using Hart's momentum to put him up and standing on the Canadian's shoulders, hopping over three feet to land perched on the top turnbuckle. Both men turn around at the same time and Genocide comes sailing off the top with a missile dropkick. The Society's enforcer side-steps the move and hooks in a half nelson. Hart swings Genocide around three revolutions, then falls backward, hitting him with a half nelson suplex. Genocide is squirming to free himself from the hold and to keep it locked in, Samual reaches across and hooks his opponent's other arm, cinching in a cobra clutch. Hart is wearing a smile as the crowd begins to chant.

Toronto: Ca... Na... Da..! Ca... Na... Da..! Ca... Na... Da..!

Samual lifts Genocide and goes for a cobra clutch suplex, but the Horseman once again shows of his unrivaled athleticism by flipping through the move and landing on his feet. Hart gets up and the Horseman wraps his arms about the other man's waist, going for a German suplex. A stiff elbow to the side of the head breaks the hold and Hart rushes forward to the ropes, rebounding off only to be scooped up for a quick powerslam. Again, Genocide's efforts are thwarted as the man from the Society manages to slip free of the smaller man's grasp, grabs hold of the Horseman's waistband of his trunks and hurls him bodily out of the ring over the top-rope.

Woods: What does Hart think this is, a Battle Royal?
Colt: He's just buying himself a bit of time, Jamie.

Indeed, the man trained in the infamous Dungeon in Calgary is leaning in the corner, his eyes constantly on his opponent, but taking a breather to regain his momentum. When Peterson's count reaches seven, Genocide slips back into the ring, having taken the short break to regain his own composure as well. The two men warily circle one another. This time when Hart goes for the collar and elbow hook up, the Horseman ducks his head and slips behind his opponent. Scooping Samual up across his shoulders in an Argentine backbreaker rack position, the Horseman is having some difficulty holding his larger opponent in place. The Society's only remaining Gehenna competitor slips free and lifts the Horseman up as though going for a belly to back suplex. Instead, he plants Genocide on the top rope facing outward and ascends to the second turnbuckle himself. Once more, he sets up his cruiserweigh foe for a belly to back suplex. Drake fires off a trio of hard-hitting elbows to the face of his opponent, sending Hart down to the canvas. Genocide hops to his feet on the top turnbuckle and runs across the top-rope, back-flipping when he hits the opposite turnbuckle to connect on Hart with the 'Buckle to Buckle' moonsault.

Woods: One!
Colt: Two!
Nalor: No!

Samual Hart manages to kick out millimetres away from elimination in the Renegade Cup Tournament. Genocide is stunned. He doesn't pause long, however, as he leaps back to the ropes and comes off with a springboard moonsault - right onto Hart's up-raised knees! Samual gets to his feet slowly as the Horseman is doing so with even less celerity. Hart delivers a stiff knee to the small of Genocide's back and hooks in a dragon sleeper. In an act of desperation, Genocide throws both legs through the ropes, hooking his legs over the middle cable so that he can get a break on the hold. Peterson begins to give Hart the five-count and at three, Samual pulls Genocide back and upside down, driving his head into the canvas with a sit-out tombstone piledriver.

Colt: What a beautiful move! This match is over!

Someone forgot to tell that to the human highlight reel. As the referee is making the count, Genocide flops a leg over the bottom rope, staving off elimination. Hart simply grabs the leg off the rope, hooking it as Peterson once more slaps canvas. This time, the Horseman has enough left in the gas tank to kick out - albeit without a lot of oomph. Hart gets to his feet and grabs a fistful of Genocide's hair, yanking him up as well. Samual grabs his opponent's right leg and lifts him for a shinbreaker, but the wily Horseman pushes up and over, dropping behind Hart's back. Before he can even turn around, the Society's wrestler is locked in a double chickenwing. Hart shakes his head, indicating that he's not about to submit. The home-country crowd begins to get behind their favourite with another round of chanting.

Toronto: Ca... Na... Da..! Ca... Na... Da..!

Simultaneously, the chant seems to irritate Genocide and inspire Hart. The Horseman releases the hold and runs to the ropes, coming off with a handspring and going into an inverted facelock slam. Before Drake can complete, Hart hits a snap-mare, completely avoiding the impending 'Burnt Offerings'. Lifting the Horseman up from under the arms, Samual locks in a waistlock and hits a German suplex. Not releasing the waistlock, he rolls over and hits a second German suplex. Still not letting his foe free, Hart runs to the ropes, pressing Genocide chest-first against the cables and delivers a 'Chaos Theory' suplex. Samual bridges this move and Peterson slaps the canvas once... twice... thrice! "Genius" by Pitchshifter roars over the p.a. in the arena as Hart gets to his feet, arm raised in victory by the official.

Colt: There we have it. Samual Hart will be moving on to face either Orion or Corran Tavers in his hometown of Calgary.
Nalor: Alberta.
Woods: Canada.

Hart moves to the ropes, gives his countrymen a slight wave, then steps through the strands to the apron and hops down, heading toward the back. From behind, Genocide rushes at him with a steel chair handed him from Salome. With a big swing of the chair, Hart drops to one knee and Genocide clobbers him again. As Hart is down on his hands and knees, 'The Ikon' Carl Towns and John Blaze rush out from the back, putting a halt to the Horseman's assault. Genocide backs away from the two fresh Society members, the chair still in hand as Blaze helps Hart to his feet and the victor with his allies head to the back...

OWA Heavyweight
Championship
Gunnar
The Einherjar
vs
Al Coholic

Cindy Cartwright: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a second round match in the 2005 Renegade Cup Tournament, and it is for the OWA Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, hailing from San Jose, California….Gunnar the Einherjar!

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 the OWA Heavyweight Champion.

Cindy Cartwright: And his opponent, the reigning OWA Heavyweight Champion…hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia…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, ridden 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 official, then stretches on the ropes, and focuses on his opponent...

Nalor: Gunnar is a consummate loser, and I’m surprised he was even able to beat Titan in the first round. This match is already over.
Woods: Don’t be bitter Nalor. You asked Gunnar to beat Starseed, a tall order for any superstar. Gunnar’s good, and if he’s in top form he could take out Al here tonight.
Colt: Besides Roland, we all know that there’s no love lost between you and the Legacy.

Al and Gunnar immediately meet in the center of the ring as Gunnar talks trash to the Heavyweight Champ. Gunnar pushes the champ, telling him to bring it, attempting to goad him. Al Coholic nods with a mean grin on his face as he grabs a hold of Gunnar and hoists him onto his shoulders. In a quick motion, Al drops Gunnar with the “Big Canadian Thing.” A collective gasp can be heard from the audience.

Colt: This one could be over soon.
Woods: Don’t you know anything James, this is Gunnar’s M.O. He does this all the time.

Al Coholic doesn’t bother going for a cover, but rather drags Gunnar back up to his feet. Locking his arms around the smaller man, Al attempts to crush Gunnar with a Locked Arm Bearhug. As Al bends down to lock in the bear hug, Gunnar lashes out with a series of Headbutts to the nose of the Heavyweight Champ. Losing his grip, Al Coholic stumbles backwards towards the turnbuckles. Gunnar takes the opportunity to rush the champ and extends his arm for a forearm smash. The resilient Al Coholic catches Gunnar’s arm, and whips him back into the corner instead. Getting a head of steam, Al Coholic lunges at the midsection of Gunnar. Gunnar sidesteps and sends the 7’ tool heavyweight champ between the top and middle ropes into the turnbuckle. Al’s shoulder smacks the turnbuckle hard. Gunnar closes in and extends his fingers on Al’s back, trying to Back Rake the huge Legacy man. As soon as Gunnar’s hand comes down on his back, Al kicks his leg up and into the nether regions between Gunnar’s legs.

Woods, Colt, and Nalor: Oooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!
Nalor: That’s gotta hurt!
Woods: I don’t care who you are, a shot to the family jewels will take you down.
Colt: This match is great guys…aside from that Big Canadian Thing at the beginning of the match, neither man has successfully hit a maneuver he’s attempted.

Gunnar stumbles back to the center of the ring, clutching at his very sore crotch. Al comes out from between the ropes and rolls his shoulder…figuratively shaking away the pain. Seeing Gunnar in the middle of the ring, Al sneers at him and rushes up to the Nordic wrestler. Al bends down, and lifts Gunnar high above his head in a press slam position. Gunnar kicks wildly and wriggles himself free of Al’s grip, falling down to the mat behind the Canadian. The nimble Gunnar lands on his feet behind Al Coholic. Al is momentarily stunned that Gunnar got free, but he is only stunned until Gunnar lands a stiff kick to the back of his knee. Al’s knee gives out on him, and his height advantage disappears. Gunnar seizes the opportunity and locks in an inverted face lock on the massive Heavyweight Champion. In a quick motion, Gunnar spins and delivers an Inverted Face Lock Elbow Drop. Al lands hard on the mat, and grabs his head. Al rolls over to his stomach as he tries to regain his composure. Gunnar makes it slowly to his feet, still feeling the effects of the low blow. Stumbling back into a corner, Gunnar shakes his head and see Al laying facedown on the mat. Not wanting to lose what little momentum he built, Gunnar races at Al, looking to connect with a Reverse Neck Snap…at least that’s what it appears like…though we’ll never know as Al Coholic surges off the mat and levels Gunnar with a diving clothesline. Both wrestlers fall to the mat, feeling the effects of each others counters.

Woods: This has the makings of a classic here. Gunnar and Al have thrown everything they have at each other.
Nalor: Neither man seems willing to give in.
Colt: These two are both so prepared for each other that neither one really seems to be able to get on with his offense, but just able to counter his opponent’s.
Woods: Like I said, they’ve thrown everything they have at each other.

Al Coholic is the first one up from the mat, and he stares down at the challenger. A look of disgust covers his face as he lifts Gunnar up to his feet. Positioning himself behind Gunnar, Al locks in a full nelson. With incredible ease, Al Coholic lifts Gunnar high in the air. Gunnar kicks off the ropes and Al loses hold of the full nelson. Al is able to keep hold of one of Gunnar’s arms. However, Gunnar uses the arm as a axis and spins around behind the Heavyweight champ in mid air. Latching onto Al Coholic’s head, Gunnar drives Al’s face down into the mat with a Bulldog. Immediately following the Bulldog, Gunnar mounts the Heavyweight Champ and locks in his “Drakkar” submission maneuver. Referee Alison MacDonald, who has yet to assert herself in this brutal match slides into position to check on the Heavyweight Champ. After a minute in the hold, Alison MacDonald jumps to her feet and calls for the bell. Gunnar releases the hold and rolls Al Coholic over. He’s passed out cold!

Cindy Cartwright: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner…and the NEW OWA Heavyweight Champion….GUNNAR…THE…EINHERJAR!

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

Gunnar: The saga continues. Gunnar the Einherjar moves forward in his quest for the Apocalypse Championship and Renegade Cup victories. None shall stand in my way. Next will be Madd Dawg or Hank Braddock. Two men with great ability, but not enough heart. The Einherjar shall once more reign supreme!

The Einherjar drops the mic in the ring. He slips out of the ring and heads up the back. Al Coholic lies out cold on the mat as Fallen goes to commercial.

Orion
vs
Corran Tavers

Cindy Cartwright: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a second round match in the 2005 Renegade Cup Tournament! Introducing first, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…ORION!

The arena grows dark. Suddenly red spotlights blaze a path from the entrance ramp to the ring. Metallica's Orion starts blasting on speakers. Out walks Orion, with his Logo video in the background on the Omni-tron. His walk can only be described as supremely confident as he gives a wolfish grin to the crowd. A grin that says, "I'm here to win, and no one can do anything about it." The boo's from the crowd can just be barely heard over the cheers. His grin grows wider as he approaches the ring. He slides in the ring and stares at the ramp awaiting his opponent. His grin now a scowl of utter disgust.

Cindy Cartwright: And his opponent, hailing from the deserts of Tatooine…Corran Tavers!

John Williams' "Duel of the Fates" begins to play over the p.a. system in the arena. On the Renegade-Tron, a scene of the constellatoin Orion can be seen. What appears to be a small discoloured star amidst Orion's belt is growing quickly. Soon, we can see that it's not a star at all, but rather, Corran Tavers' ancient spacecraft, the Wyld Renegade. The vessel zooms past our field of view and from another angle, we can see it enter the atmosphere of Earth. The ship careens past Niagara Falls and then circles the CN Tower before settling to a landing in a parking lot beside the arena. The fans are cheering for the theatrical entrance of the Jedi Knight, who rushes in through the performers' entrance of the venue and jogs down a hallway, finally making his way to the gorilla position and running out onto the stage. The crowd surges with another powerful pop for the wrestler, who makes his way to the ring. He pauses at the side of the squared-circle, eyes looking up at Orion as he removes his non-descript brown hooded robe, then places his lightsaber hilt on the top step leading to the apron. Tavers hops to the apron in a single swift motion and then vaults over the ropes into the ring.

Woods: This should be a great match here tonight guys. Orion has been impressive since his debut, and has even called out the OWA World Champion Flamethrower.
Colt: Actually I think Flamethrower called him out…
Nalor: Orion needs to be worrying about this match tonight, he’s got a tall order in Corran Tavers here tonight.

Orion has a smug grin on his face as he makes his way to the center of the ring. The OWA’s resident Jedi meets him there as the two lock up. Tavers tries valiantly, but is no match in the strength department for his larger opponent. A quick shot to the ribs momentarily stuns Corran and Orion ducks under the smaller man’s ribs, locking in a rear waist lock. Orion establishes early dominance in the match by throwing Tavers overhead with a Release German Suplex. Corran’s head hits the mat hard and he grabs it as he rolls to his side. Orion is back on his feet quickly, looking to keep the advantage. Orion drags the Jedi back to his feet, and bends him over his knee into an Octopus Hold. Corran’s face contorts in pain as Orion sinks the hold in deep. Tavers tries desperately to reach for the ropes, but the smart Orion has positioned himself as close to the center of the ring as possible. Orion looks up to the fans smiling his trademark grin. Spotting a cute female fan in the front row, Orion winks at her and gives her a little kiss in the air. Meanwhile, Tavers has been performing quite an act of flexibility as he has managed to get an arm and a leg free of Orion’s grasp. Just as Orion notices what’s going on, a bust from the Jedi flips Orion over his hip and onto the mat. Tavers stumbles back to the ropes, clutching his side. Orion sits up, resting on his left arm while rubbing his temple with his right hand. The wide-eyed Orion attempts to shake the cobwebs out as he gets back to a vertical base. Tavers sees Orion getting back up and figures he best make his move. While Orion is stilling getting his footing, the faster cruiserweight leaps at him, attempting to connect with an Ax Kick. Orion gets his wits about him just in time, ducking under the extended leg of Tavers. Both men spin to face each other, and Orion boots Corran in the stomach doubling him over. Tavers spits as his eyes pop out of his head. Orion plants the Jedi with a stiff DDT.

Woods: Orion is on fire here tonight guys! If he keeps this up, he’ll be going on to round three. I’m telling you right now, Orion is my pick to win it all!
Colt: You can’t deny his ability. He’s got Tavers rolling. I don’t know about winning the Renegade Cup, he is shaping up for Rookie-of-the-Year though.
Nalor: Orion is just getting lucky right now. All wrestlers get lucky from time to time. Corran Tavers is moving on to the next round.

Meanwhile, in the ring, Orion has been flirting with Renegade Cup official Alison MacDonald. While Orion has been pre-occupied, he has been also stalking Tavers, waiting for him to get back to his feet. Slowly the Jedi gets back up, and Orion moves in to hit another devastating move. Coming up behind Corran, and locking in an inverted face lock. Orion smiles as he cinches in the face-lock, ready to plant Tavers with an Inverted Facelock Spinning Neck Breaker. However, much to his chagrin, Orion is on the receiving end of an impressive acrobatic display by Tavers. Tavers kicks both feet up in the air and nails Orion in the jaw with a drop kick. Orion releases the inverted facelock and falls to the mat as Tavers lands gingerly in a push-up position. Tavers turns and fixes his eyes on his opponent. Noticing that Orion is rather shaken by what has just transpired, Tavers flips over and sits cross-legged on the mat, focusing his Force while Orion is down. Orion rolls onto his stomach, grabbing on his jaw and stands back up at what probably would have been a 6 or 7 count. Referee Alison MacDonald is far too enamored with the dashing Orion to have actually counted him down. Orion gets back to his feet, looking woozy and facing away from his opponent. Orion looks around for a second to locate Tavers, before seeing him sitting on the mat. As if feeling that Orion is ready to fight again, Tavers’ eyes shoot open and he is back to his feet with speed that only a Jedi could muster. In a flash, Tavers is back to the fight, locking up with Orion again. Orion begins to show wear from the long match as his lock up is not as crisp as it once was. Tavers senses this, and using Orion’s body weight against him, performs a devastating Reverse Hip Toss on his larger opponent. Orion smacks the mat, and immediately arches his back in pain. Tavers gives him no time to revel in it though, pulling the rookie back to his feet. Corran manipulates his larger opponent with ease, as he is not feeling the effects of the long match nigh as much as Orion. Tavers places Orion in standing head scissors, and butterflies his arms. Orion is completely helpless as Tavers looks like he is setting up for some “Bloodbath” or “Blood~Eagle” variant. Instead, Tavers lifts Orion up as though he were going for a powerbomb, but stops halfway, and brings the larger man down over his knee in a back breaker. The compound pressure of the Hip Toss and now this Back Breaker really get to Orion as he lays nearly motionless on the mat. Tavers is not one for cheap shots, so he gives Orion a few seconds to get back to his feet. Orion sees Tavers before getting up, and thinks better of giving the Jedi the altitude advantage. Orion slips out of the ring, and walks around to gather his breath. Tavers waits patiently inside the ring, that is until Orion begins to goad him. Tavers slips out of the ring, and takes the fight to Orion. Orion decks him with a huge right hand that would have made Tank Abbott proud. Tavers stumbles back into the ring steps. Orion looks at him, then to the ring and makes his decision clear. Orion slides back in the ring and tells Alison MacDonald to count the Jedi out. Alision obliges and begins the count. On 2 Corran is back to his feet. On 4 he has taken his hands off the steps. On 7 he realizes whats going on, and a second later he’s back in the ring. Orion closes in just as quickly and looks to connect with a big time Thrust Spinebuster as he prepares to end the match. Just as Orion looks to have Tavers locked up, Tavers latches onto Orion and rolls him over with an Inside Cradle. Orion struggles to kick out….ONE…TWO…THREE!...Orion shoves Tavers off him a mere mili-second after Alison makes the last count.

Colt: Well Jamie, there’s your Golden Boy…losing in the second round of the tournament.
Woods: He was cheated James!...His foot was on the ropes!...Tavers had the tights!...I’m telling you it was a screw job!
Nalor: Jamie, the only screw job going on here is obviously you and Mrs. Harris, because otherwise you would have never gotten this job.
Colt: Watch what you say Roland, you know that Hell~Raiser watches all these matches!

Tavers slips out of the ring quietly, grabbing his robe and lightsaber as he begins to make his way up the ramp. Orion rolls out of the ring and reaches under the ring apron as Tavers walks up the ramp. The camera sees Orion pull out a cellular phone and hit speed dial. After someone appears to pick up on the other end, the camera picks up Orion mouthing "do it." Tavers reaches the top of the ramp and the music cuts. The camera refocuses on Orion who is now standing in the center of the ring with a microphone. "Corran, you beat me fair and square so I can't bring myself to blindside you now. However, just because you squeezed out a win doesn’t mean I can let you walk out of here free and clear, I have a rep to protect you know." Orion points at the Omni-tron, the screen flickers to life as Corran Taver's docked starship the Wyld Renegade can be seen. Next to it a Cement Mixer is seen backing up and stopping close to the ship. It then unloads its contents all over the Jedi's star cruiser. "I sincerely hope you win this tourney, because you’re gonna need that money to scrape that stuff off your little broken ship" Grinning, Orion drops the mic on the canvas rolls out of the ring and approaches Tavers. He stares at the Jedi, daring him to strike, knowing that a blow will not come. He then pushes his way past the Jedi with a wolfish smirk on his face and walks backstage. Peacefully, the Jedi warrior disappears behind to curtain…

Pain
vs
Forsaken
the Fallen

As Apocalyptica's "Perdition" begins to play over the house speakers, the arena lights dim and the Omni-Tron flickers to life with the letter 'P' on the left of the screen. A heartbeat later, the fuchsia letter begins to fade as an 'A' appears, followed by an 'I' and last the 'N'. The four letter throb in unison with the cello music and the marquee is interspersed with scenes from Pain's wrestling past. Snippets showing 'The Magnificent Bastard' Jarod Slaughter, Vinnie HaRdCoRe, 'Demolisher' Rhoades, Agony, CARNAGE, The Predators, Troll-Killers, all facing off against the man himself. The Omni-Tron then goes into ultra-slow motion, showing the 'X-Cessive Driver' being nailed on Unknown back at the Tsunami pay-per-view. The camera finds Pain striding down the ramp toward the ring. His jaw is set with determination. He rolls under the bottom rope and paces the ring like a caged tiger waiting for his second-round opponent.

Colt: Pain looks focused here tonight. He really wants that Trophy.
Nalor: It's good to want things, but without me, he'll never amount to anything.

The guitar rifts fill the air as spot lights circle around the entrance. The bass drum pounds the walls. Finaly, as the words "Say your prayers little one" sing out, He steps out, his long black hair is tied back. A white cross is painted on his face, though now his eyes are easy to see, A crystal blue. He wears white elbow pads and white leather pants. The music kicks off and the spot lights land on him, he makes his way down to the ring and steps up to the ropes and steps through. Standing in the middle of the ring to show himself to the world.

Colt: Well here we are, Pain versus Foresaken..
Woods: You sure he's not Fallen tonight?
Nalor: You know, if he had proper management he wouldn't have these troubles.
Woods: Proper management? You know someone you could suggest?

The bell rings and neither man waits for the other to attack. They charge like two bulls and collide in the center of the ring in a flurry of punches. Pain goes for a huge punch, but Foresaken.. or Fallen.. or whoever.. ducks and lays a nasty headbutt into Pains face. Blood gushes from Pains nose, and Fallen follows up with a quick standing clothesline.

Colt: My god! I think Pains nose is broken!
Nalor: Well the only thing he's every used his head for was blocking punches.. he'll be ok.
Woods: Did you cut him out of all your pictures too Nalor? Damn you sound like a teenage girl.

Fallen drops a few knees into Pains back before pulling him up again. Pain get's whipped to the ropes, and Fallen drops him with a drop toe hold. Fallen moves around and pulls Pain up again, but the X-cessive one breaks free and begins firing off punches. He backs Fallen into a corner and mounts the buckles and fires punches into Fallens face, the crowd counting along. At ten Pain drops back to the mat and yanks Fallen out of the corner with an irish-whip. Instead of releasing Fallen though, Pain pulls him back for a hip toss-powerslam combo.

Colt: Pain is on a roll now!
Woods: Scintlating as always James.

A cover follows, but Fallen kicks out at two. Pain snarls and pulls Fallen back up and drops him again with a quick inverted-facelock DDT. Another cover, and again Fallen kicks out at two. Pain whips Fallen to the ropes, but it's reversed. On the rebound, Fallen sends Pain with with a flap jack. Fallen is up and Pain follows a few steps later. Pain swings wildly and Fallen ducks under it and lifts Pain up and drops him onto his knee for an inverted atomic drop.

Nalor: Looks like Pain's getting more then he bargained for.
Colt: Fallen has really taken control of this match.

Pain staggers a few steps and Fallen stalks him slowly. He turns and Fallen grabs him, pivots and plants him hard with a spinebuster. Fallen bounces to his feet and points to the turnbuckles. Quickly he ascends to the top, then flies off with a suicide headbutt.

Colt: Fallen calls that the "All good things"
Woods: Looks more like a facefull of pain to me. You ever notice only ugly wrestlers do that flying headbutt? That's why I'd never do it.. I'm to pretty.
Nalor: Pretty stupid you mean.. looksl ike this match is done.

Fallen makes the cover after a few seconds of rolling on the mat and the ref counts ONE.. TWO.. THREE..The referee raises Fallens hand as the bell rings. Pain stirs on the mat and looks up at Fallen with his hand raised. He climbs to his feet and approaches Fallen. The crowd quiets as they wait to see what Pain does. He looks Fallen in the eye, then grabs his other wrist and lifts his hand in a show of good sportsmanship.

The Ikon
vs
Massacre

"Reach Out and Touch Faith!" is screamed over the p.a. as Ikon steps out to "Personal Jesus" by Marilyn Manson. Ikon nods his head with a smile and makes his way down to the ring. Once there, he slides in and goes into the corner, signalling to the audience. He hops down and stands ready for the arrival of his opponent. 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.

Nalor: Good, Talon's not here. Maybe he got hit by a truck crossing Yonge Street.
Colt: How could you wish something so horrible on someone?
Woods: It is Xavier Talon, Colt. You know how much he and Nalor love one another.
Nalor: Shut up and watch the match.

As referee Jake Peterson Sr. calls for the bell, Ikon rushes his foe, landing a dropkick to the knee from the outset of the match. Towns follows up by delivering a series of strikes to the back and sides of Massacre's head. The big man still has not gone down, but he's doubled over, allowing Ikon to lock in an armbar, pull his foe down and cinch in arm scissors as well. Massacre appears nowhere near ready to submit at this early point in the match and he manages to get to his knees with Towns across his back. Talon's monstrous charge gets to his feet and falls to the side, connecting with a Death Valley driver on his smaller opponent. Ikon rolls to his feet, shaking out the cobwebs from the move. Massacre grabs one of Ikon's arms and wrenches it roughly through the man's own legs. He hoists him up for a pump-handle powerslam, but Towns - the crafty veteran that he is - slips free behind his larger foe, grabs his legs and rams a shoulder into the small of Massacre's back. The big man topples face-first to the canvas and Towns stradles his back, locking in a camel clutch.

Colt: It looks like the Ikon's game plan is to make Massacre tap out tonight here in our main event.
Nalor: That's right. Nothing enrages a monster like being forced to submit.
Woods: My monster won't submit to anyone.
Nalor: Man, woman or child, right, Woods?
Colt: This is a family show, you two.

Meanwhile, back where the action is unfolding, Massacre has struggled to his knees. With his arms draped over Towns' legs, he manages to stand up and back-step into the turnbuckles, sandwiching The Ikon between the mass of humanity and the corner. Turning to face Ikon, Massacre shoves him face-first down onto the canvas and returns the favour of a camel clutch, leaning back deep into the move.

Woods: I hope The Ikon is taking notes. That's how you really do a camel clutch.
Colt: It does appear that Massacre's camel clutch is locked in tight. I don't know if Towns is going to be able to escape it.

The Ikon refuses to submit to the hold and slowly but surely makes his way to the ropes, planting a tight fist around the bottom cable to ensure a timely release. Massacre relents on the hold even before Peterson begins to count. Towns gets to his knees, fist still gripping the rope and Massacre comes down hard, slamming himself across his foe's back. Massacre grabs a fistful of Ikon's hair and drags him to his feet. He positions his opponent in a front facelock and hoists him up for a suplex or brainbuster. He holds Carl Towns upside-down for nearly a full minute. Before he can capitalize, however, the Ikon kicks his feet out hard and Massacre loses his hold. Towns' feet are back on the mat and he pulls his larger opponent upside down and nails him with a brainbuster instead.

Nalor: That's what you call ring savvy. The Ikon knows what's going on in the match every second. It's hard to surprise a veteran like him and Massacre's finding that out the hard way.
Woods: Are you saying that Towns is going to win?
Nalor: You're damn straight I am. Nobody under Talon's tutelage is worth his weight in horse-sh*bleep*.

Ikon rolls his opponent over and cinches in an STF. Showing off his astonishing potence, Massacre plants his fists on the canvas and slowly but surely pulls himself on balled fists to the edge of the ring. With an arm over the bottom rope, Peterson has no choice but to force Towns to release the submission hold. Massacre stands up and the Ikon hooks in a chickenwing on his foe, yanking him back to the center of the ring. Massacre bellows in pain, but manages to swing a stiff elbow back to connect with Ikon's head. The man of the Society doesn't release his hold, however and it takes three more of the stiff elbow shots to make him let go. Massacre turns to face his rival and wraps both hands around Ikon's throat.

Woods: 'Let the Bodies Hit the Floor'!
Colt: It looks that way, folks.

Looks can be deceiving as Carl Towns fires off a series of stiff kicks to his opponent's right leg. Massacre is forced down to one knee and Ikon unleashes with a series of rights and lefts to the side of Massacre's head. He swings his leg around for a roundhouse and connects with Talon's monstrous wrestler's face, snapping the ever-present sunglasses in half. Instead of dropping from the kick, Massacre roars loudly and gets to his feet. Carl Towns is slightly taken aback, but the shock only shows on his face for a brief instant before the cool, in control demeanor comes back to the fore. Massacre scoops his opponent up and throws the smaller man behind him with a fallaway slam. Ikon gets back to his feet and is met with a stiff clothesline to the jaw. Massacre irish-whips Towns across the ring and extends his arm for another clothesline. This time, the veteran ducks and slips behind, tripping Massacre to the canvas and wrenching back on his arm with a wakigatame armbar.

Colt: I think we've seen about every submission move Carl Towns has ever won a match with done to Massacre tonight. How much more can this monster take?
Nalor: You said it yourself. He's a monster. I admire the man, although he needs more direction than Talon can provide...
Woods: Do I smell some back-room wheeling and dealing in the air?

Back in the ring, Massacre has gotten to his feet and is holding the Ikon at his side. He twirls his opponent around and goes to drop him across the knee, but Towns manages to slip free before the backbreaker. Massacre stands back up, turns to see his foe and is thrown with a t-bone suplex. Towns follows up, going for yet another submission on Massacre. This time, he's trying to cinch in a triangle scissors lock, but Massacre fights his way out of even being positioned properly for the hold and rolls to the outside of the ring. Towns runs to the ropes opposite where Massacre is and rebounds off, baseball sliding into a dropkick that sends Massacre crashing into the announce table.

Woods: You guys think Massacre's here to call his own match?
Colt: You better hope he didn't hear you, Jamie.
Nalor: I hope he did hear him. Would serve Woods right for mocking the big man.

Massacre seems oblivous to the three men's commentary and rolls back into the ring. Ikon throws a right hook, but the big man catches it, spins the smaller man around and slaps both hands on the sides of his foe's head in a vice-like grip. Towns struggles to free himself, but Massacre simply increases the pressure he's applying to either side of his opponent's skull.

Woods: Did either of you see Massacre in the back tonight? He was crushing melons with this very hold!
Colt: Carl Towns' head is no melon.
Nalor: Imagine the mess it'd make if it were...

Massacre isn't about to finish an opponent off with a submisison hold and instead releases and hooks in a belly to back waistlock to hit a German suplex. The Ikon snakes both legs around the tree-trunks of his opponent and rolls forward, somersaulting into a cradle to pin Massacre. Peterson's hand slaps mat twice before Talon's charge kicks out. Towns locks in a crucifix armbar, trying to add to the punishment with a neck submission, but Massacre manages to shove him off and away. Rebounding from the ropes, the Ikon drives a knee into his foe's gut and rolls him up, connecting with a crucifix powerbomb and holding the big man's shoulders down for the pin. Again, only a two-count as Massacre rolls to the side and out of the pin. The Ikon looks out to the Toronto fans. He signals for the 'Emerald Fusion'. The crowd erupts in cheers. Towns scoops Massacre up over his shoulder for the move, but the monster manages to struggle free and hits an inverted facelock suplex out of desperation. Both men are lying on the canvas, breathing heavily. Massacre drapes an arm over his foe's chest, but only manages a two-count as Ikon's arm shoots up.

Woods: O'Mally's gotta be concerned. Next week, he's got one of these two men across the ring from him. I for one don't like his chances.
Colt: I have to agree with you on that, Jamie. The Irishman will have his work cut out for him regardless of which of these two he faces.

The Ikon is the first man to his feet, followed closely by Massacre. Towns runs to the ropes and rebounds off, spinning with his elbow extended for the 'Roaring Elbow'. Massacre manages to raise a big boot just in time to avoid being struck and Ikon staggers back a step, falling to one knee. Massacre grabs a fistful of hair and pulls his foe to his feet, then scoops him up, up, way up in a press slam, bringing him down hard gut-first across the knee. Rolling his foe over to his back, Massacre drops across him, hooking a leg and getting the three-count. Massacre's funeral march theme plays as he gets to his feet. Ikon is getting to his feet as well, but the big man hurls him out to the floor through the ropes. Following behind his foe, Massacre steps over the top-rope and hops down to the floor, a look of malice in his eyes.

Colt: What is Massacre doing? This is completely unnecessary!
Woods: But it's fun to watch... look out!

He pulls The Ikon up by the hair and positions him for a powerbomb. As Massacre extends his arms for the sky-lift variation on the 'bomb, Ikon swings both feet, connecting to the back of Massacre's head. Towns drops to the floor and rolls under the ropes back into the ring. An enraged Massacre picks up a chair and tosses it over the top-rope. A smirk forms on Carl's face at the antics of his opponent. The Ikon gives Massacre a small applause before slipping out of the ring on the opposite side and making his way to the back...



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