Post by Handsome Harley on Jan 21, 2013 18:00:17 GMT -6
"Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva hits the PA system of the packed HEW Arena in Hollywood, California. The camera pans over the explosive crowd as it circles the arena taking a moment to pan past the Commentator's table before panning up and over the ring ropes facing the stage as it glides over the ring and up the ramp towards the stage as blue and white pyro explodes on the stage and around the Titantron. The camera speeds up towards the Titantron when it quickly cuts to another camera centered on the ring as HEW's resident Ring Announcer Tony Allen takes center ring with mic in hand as the crowd's cheers slowly die down.
Tony Allen: "Ladies and Gentlemen allow me to introduce to you at this time. He is the Chairmen of the Board of Directors and the Chief Executive Officer of Hollywood Elite Wrestling. Big Time, Handsome...Harley!"
"Big Time" by Peter Gabriel begins to play over the PA system as the crowd resumes cheering as HEW's CEO Handsome Harley steps out on stage dressed in a fine three piece black suit with a red tie. He takes a moment to stare out at the crowd before proceeding down the ramp towards the ring. Ascending the ring steps to walk along the ring apron before effortlessly stepping over the top rope into the ring, adjusting his tie as he takes to the center of the ring and is handed a mic by a member of the ring crew.
Handsome Harley: "For the thousands in attendance here tonight, and the millions watching us live over the internet. Allow me to welcome all of you to the debut of Friday Night Shockwave!"
The crowd cheers in approval and excitement as Harley grins widely at the audience, turning full circle once in the ring before bringing the mic back up to his lips.
Handsome Harley: "Tonight we kick ourselves into top gear right out of the gate! Tonight we begin the tournament to decide our first HEW Pay-Per-View Champion! Now how does that sound?"
Another round of cheers ring out across the arena.
Handsome Harley: "You know what? That's not good enough. It's not. You people have bought your tickets to come here tonight to see the best fight to become the best that wrestling has to offer! Quite frankly you deserve better. So here is what I am going to do for you here tonight. I am officially changing our opening contest to a No Disqualification match!"
Once again the crowd shows it's approval with a round of cheering. Harley pauses a moment before shaking his head lightly.
Handsome Harley: "No, no that's still not good enough. We are supposed to be starting off this company with a bang! And by god we will start this off with a bang! So I am making one more change to the match. It will now be for the HEW Free-For-All Championship! Now, how does THAT sound?"
The crowd erupts into a louder flurry of cheers and roars as Harley grins once more before walking towards the ropes and exiting the ring, making way to the back as the camera cuts to the Announce Table where we see HEW's resident Color Commentary team of Mark Daniels and Stephen T. Darling.
Mark Daniels: "Wow, I mean wow, what a way to kick off the first of many Shockwave's here tonight with such a huge announcement from our CEO!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Would you expect anything less from the boss? That right there is the reason he is in charge of this company. We have just gotten a Main Event caliber match announced to us and it's going to be our opener! What is the rest of the night going to bring?"
Mark Daniels: "Well STD we are just going to have to wait and see, and that opening contest starts now!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Don't call me that."
The camera cuts to the ring where Tony Allen is once again standing with his microphone in hand as he raises it up and lets his powerful voice echo throughout the arena.
Tony Allen: "Our first match is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the Free For All Championship and shall be held with No Disqualifications! Introducing first!"
Zero by Evergreen Terrace plays as Zero runs out to a HUGE pop from the fans. He plays up to the crowd as he shoots out t-shirts from the t-shirt gun. He now slides into the ring and does a little dance with the ref.
Tony Allen: "From Parts Unknown, weighing in this evening at One hundred and Eighty Nine pounds! ZERO!"
Stephen T. Darling: "This guy looks like he just jumped out of a comic book, the hell is this?"
Mike Daniels: "That would be Zero."
Stephen T. Darling: "I'm not deaf."
Mark Daniels: "Just checking Darling."
Stephen T. Darling: "MISTER! Darling."
Daniels chuckles lightly as Tony Allen brings the mic back up to his mouth as he readies for the next entrant.
I'm Sexy and I Know It by LMFAO hits the PA system as Harry Smith comes out waving, mugging to the crowd and rocking to the beat of his song. Waving and winking to one of the females in attendance before sliding into the ring.
Tony Allen: "And his opponent. From the Open Road weighing in this evening at Two hundred and Twenty One pounds! Handsome...Harry...Smith!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Who the hell is this poor excuse of a mug shot? And where does he get the right to call himself handsome?"
Mark Daniels: "Our boss calls himself Handsome."
Stephen T. Darling: "That's different."
Shut Em Down by Celldweller hits the PA system and all the lights in the arena are shut as No Man/Nobody walks onto the entrance ramp with a hoodie, masked, of course. He walks slowly, looking at the ground until the 0:30 mark of the song, when the bass drops and he takes off the hoodie, swings his semi long black hair and touches the mustache on his mask. He walks his way to the ring.
Tony Allen: "And their opponent. From nowhere, weighing in this evening at One hundred Seventy One pounds! The Anonymous...Nobody!"
Stephen T. Darling: "What the hell is with this match up? Two masked freaks and a man with an ego, and these guys are getting a title shot? Are they giving them out like candy?"
Mark Daniels: "Are you saying you dissagree with our CEO's match making abilities?"
Stephen T. Darling: "I said no such thing!"
Ding Ding Ding! With the sound of the bell the match is officially under way as all three competitors begin to eye each other down as they remain in their spots waiting to see who will make the first move in this match. The three begin to circle the ring watching each other, Zero and Harry Smith quickly move in and lock up with each other trying to overpower the other while Nobody watches on from the corner of the ring. Smith starts to overpower Zero and turns the lock up into a Bear Hug. Smith starts to put on the pressure, Zero is looking for any chance to escape the hold and begins to club Smith in the face with elbow after elbow causing him to break the hold. Zero runs and rebounds off the rope charging at Smith to jump in the air for a dropkick but Smith ducks underneith and proceeds to run and rebound off the ropes hitting the recovering Zero with a Big Boot. Zero starts to get back to his feet as Smith tries to lock in a Sleeper Hold but Zero counters it into a Jaw Breaker. Zero is back on his feet and engages in a stare down with Smith. Meanwhile Nobody slowly slips out of the ring and stands outside watching his two opponents. The two go for another lock up but instead Smith hammers away with a series of punches, throwing lefts and rights, hay makers and uppercuts forcing Zero into the ropes. Smith takes a few steps back then runs at Zero but Zero ducks down and lifts Smith up sending him over the top rope crashing to the floor below!
Stephen T. Darling: "And just like that the masked weirdo is the last man standing in the ring."
Mark Daniels: "Harry got sent crashing to the ground thanks to Zero while Nobody decides to exit the ring. No count outs and no DQs so it's all legal but what is he doing?"
Stephen T. Darling: "He's biding his time like a smart guy, even if he is a freak."
Zero grabs onto the top rope, using it to launch himself over and out of the ring for a crossbody on Smith sending both men to the ground outside the ring. Zero is back on his feet as he climbs onto the ring apron standing over Smith as he waits for him to get back to his feet. Nobody slides into the ring unnoticed and walks up behind Zero. Zero starts to turn around but is caught in the head by an Enzuigiri by Nobody! Using the ropes for leverage to hit the move sending Zero back down to the floor. Nobody slides out of the ring opposite where Zero and Smith are as he resumes his watching of his opponents. Smith is the first up just before Zero and he once agains lets out a flurry of punches to wear Zero down, punch after punch after punch forces Zero closer and closer to the barricade. Once Zero is backed up against the barricade Smith throws out a chop to the chest and then another and another! Smith goes for one more but Zero blocks and fires back with a chop of his own, the two then exchange several chops much to the delight of the crowd. The momentum changes as Zero begins to hit a succession of chops on Smith forcing him further and further back, ending the spree with a kick to the gut folding Smith over. Placing one hand on his head and another on his back Zero flings Smith into the ring pulling his out just enough so that his head and upper chest is protruding from under the bottom rope. Zero is back on the ring apron taking one step forward before lifting himself into the air using the ropes bring a leg down across the chest of Smith. Suddenly Smith is pulled all the way into the middle of the ring by Nobody who hits the Face Remover nearly punching Smith's face into oblivion. Nobody drops down and hooks the leg going for the pin, the ref goes to make the count.
ONE...
TWO...
THR-NO Zero breaks up the pin by pulling Nobody off of Smith!
Mark Daniels: "Wow we almost witnessed and upset win at the hands of Nobody but Zero in the nick of time managed to save the match!"
Stephen T. Darling: "What do you mean 'save' the match? Nobody should be the winner, he used his intelligence to take advantage of an opportunity and he should of won the match! But Zero just had to get involved!"
Zero goes to punch Nobody but he ducks under the punch and runs to exit the ring climbing through the ropes out onto the ring apron. Zero goes to run at him only to receive a fore arm to the face for his troubles. Nobody pulls Zero in by the head and drops down bringing Zero's throat down across the top rope. Zero stumbles backwards towards a now standing Smith who hits the Back Load on Zero! Smith goes for the pin as the ref falls into place.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE-NO a kick out at the last second by Zero!
Smith gets back to his feet and makes his way towards the turnbuckle. Making his way to the top rope turnbuckle he leaps off into the air for Space Truckin'! Smith is on his way down but Nobody with a Scissors kick to the falling Smith! The crowd begins to chant "Holy Shit!" as all three men are down in the ring but Nobody and Zero slowly begin to stir while Smith is still laying motionless in the ring.
Mark Daniels: "Oh my god! How the hell did Nobody pull that off! This guy can't be human!"
Stephen T. Darling: "For all we know he isn't! An expertly timed move may have just taken Smith out of this match!"
Zero and Nobody are back on their feet as they exchange quick glances at each other but Nobody once again ducks from the ring but this time Zero gives chase. He chases Nobody around the outside of the ring before Nobody slides under the ring and vanishes. Zero flips open the ring apron looking for Nobody but he is no where to be seen. Zero gets back to his feet to get hit with a bseball slide from Smith sending him flying backwards to the floor! Smith slides out of the ring and walks over to Zero pulling him back to his feet as the two get into an fight of the fists. Zero, Smith, Zero, Smith, Zero, Smith, back and forth the two exchange punches. This time Smith gains the upper hand forcing Zero into the barricade as he beats him down to the floor. Nobody slides out from under the ring holding a steel chair in hand, he swings it and slams it into the back of Smith, the sound of steel on flesh rings through the air as Smith is dropped to his knees. Nobody lifts the chair high over his head and brings it down across the top of the skull of Smith sending him to the ground. He turns around and tosses the chair into the ring as he grabs a second from under the ring, throwing it in as well. Nobody grabs Zero and flings him into the ring under the bottom rope, then he too enters the ring and drags Zero into the middle of the ring, rolling Zero over so he is face down he places a steel chair under Zero's face. Nobody grabs the second chair and stands in front of the downed Zero as the crowd boos. Lifting the chair up Nobody brings it down but Zero rolls out of the way just in time! Zero is back up on his feet as Nobody tries once again to hit him with the chair but Zero grabs the chair and smashes it against Nobody's face. Tossing the chair to the side Zero grabs Nobody and hits the Zero Hour! The crowd cheers like crazy as Zero goes for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THRE-NO Smith manages to break up the pin and with an elbow drop on Zero!
Mark Daniels: "The second close near fall of the match, who is going to win this thing?"
Stephen T. Darling: "The match should of ended earlier with Nobody as the winner but the other masked freak almost walked out with the win. Not saying this is a bad match but should this really be for a title?"
Mark Daniels: "By the looks of things I'd say whoever wins this deserves the title."
Nobody slowly rolls towards the ropes and out of the ring as Zero and Smith once again battle it out with their fists, but Zero quickly changes this with a forearm to the face, hooking Smith's head in a headlock he plants him with a DDT. Zero brings Smith back to his feet to get caught in the jaw by a punch from Smith sending Zero backwards with a stagger. Smith fires away with some knife edge chops pushing Zero against the ropes, grab of the arm Smith Irish Whips Zero towards the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a Superkick! Zero is layed out in the middle of the ring and Smith heads for the turnbuckles, ascending to the top once more ready to end this match for good! He stands on the top turnbuckle glancing around for any sign of Nobody but he seems to have vanished once again. Smith gets ready for take off when a cane cracks across the back of his skull. Smith is dropped from the top rope as Nobody slides back into the ring dropping the cane to the mat as he waits for Smith to get back up. He lifts Smith off of his feet and hits the Identity Stealer! Nobody turns around and receives a shot to the head from Zero's Katana! Nobody drops to the ground and rolls out of the ring as Zero drops the katana and drags Smith to the center of the ring, Zero covers for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE! Ding Ding Ding! The match is over, Zero has won!
Tony Allen: "Here is your winner and the NEW HEW Free-For-All Champion....ZERO!"
Mark Daniels: "My god, it's over, the match is over and we are looking at our new, and first, Free-For-All champion!"
Stephen T. Darling: "And it's this guy!? What the hell!?"
Zero stands up triumphantly in the ring as the Ref hands him the Free-For-All belt. Zero holds it in the air above his head as the crowd cheers loudly for their new FFA champion! Nobody slides into the ring behind him with the Singapore cane in hand. He runs forward to swing at Zero but Zero sees it coming and ducks under just in time. Nobody turns around and quickly drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring before Zero has a chance to attack. "Zero" by Evergreen Terrance hits the PA system as Zero stands victorious in the ring with the belt above his head as Nobody backs away towards the stage.
Mark Daniels: "The match may be over but I don't think the fight for that title is over for Nobody."
Stephen T. Darling: "Just because it's over doesn't mean that Nobody, or anyone for that matter can't walk out of the arena tonight as the Free-For-All Champion."
Mark Daniels: "You are not wrong there Mr. Darling. Time for us to cut backstage as I have just received word that our CEO has another announcement to make regarding tonights show."
The Camera cuts backstage where HEW's backstage interviewer Alice Carter can be seen standing next to Handsome Harley.
Alice Carter: "Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time. The World's Largest CEO. Handsome Harley! Now Boss-"
Handsome Harley: "Please, call me Harley little lady."
Harley winks at Alice and smiles.
Alice Carter: "Okay. Now Harley what do you think of the outcome of our first match? And the crowning of our first Free-For-All Champion?"
Handsome Harley: "I don't think it matters what I think of the match. It matters what the fans think and by the sounds of things they couldn't be more pleased with how things turned out. And that is just a small taste of things to come, after all we still have our tournament to kick off."
Alice Carter: "What about the Announcement you have to make?"
Handsome Harley: "Well, it has come to my attention that for reasons we are not ready to publicly release yet. Tonight's scheduled match of KEG vs Declan Black is being canceled. As much as I am sorry to have to say that."
Alice Carter: "How will this affect the tournament?"
Handsome Harley: "Rest assured I have already thought of a replacement match. At Shockwave 2 we will see Handsome Harry Smith take on Nobody to determine who will go onto the Semi Finals for the Pay-Per-View Title!"
And with that Harley gives a final wink to Alice before walking off screen. The scene soon returns to the Commentary Table.
Mark Daniels: "Wow, we've just started and we've already had a champion crowned, a match canceled and a new match made for the tournament! Can this show get any better?"
Stephen T. Darling: "If Alice goes out on a date with me then hell yes it can!"
Mark Daniels: "I don't think the world is ready for a Mr. and Mrs. Darling."
Stephen T. Darling: "Just shut up already, it's time for our next match!"
"Porn Star Dancing" by My Darkest Days hits and ONYX walks out with a huge smile and slaps hands with the fans on his way to the ring. Once inside the ring he begins using the ropes stretch while he waits on the match to start.
Tony Allen: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Round One match of the Capture The Crown Tournament! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighting in this evening at 267 pounds... he is... OOOONYX!"
Sorry for Party Rockin! By LMFAO hits the PA system and "Jackpot" runs out and starts playing the crowd, especially the ladies. He tries to touch a boob of one of the fans in the first row, but is slapped in the face, so he heads to the ring instead.
Tony Allen: "And his opponent! From Your Mother's House by the way of Hollywood, California, weighting in this evening at 210 pounds... he is... Mickey... JACKPOT... SHAAAAAMROCK!"
Mark Daniels: "This is going to be one interesting match. Both these fellows like to show off a bit."
Stephen T. Darling: "They do, for sure! But let's face it... ONYX lacks the unquestionable SWAG that Shamrock has!"
Mark Daniels: "Stop with the swag thing already, you're not 14."
Shamrock and ONYX lock up and the bigger one gets the advantage. ONYX snaps in a side headlock, but Jackpot slides out of the hold and delivers several stiff kicks to the back and legs of ONYX. He gets him on his knees before running off the ropes opposite them and delivering a stiff Sliding Lariat. He goes for a pin.
ONE...
TW- ONYX kicks out!
Stephen T. Darling – "Well, it could have ended *snaps fingers* just like that."
Both guys get up and Shamrock once again runs off the ropes, but instead of delivering another Lariat, he gets surprised and dropped with a Samoan Drop. ONYX smirks and shows off to the crowd as they cheer. ONYX lifts Shamrock up, only to bring him down again with a hat-trick of Arm Wrench Clotheslines. He goes for a pinfall.
ONE...
TW- Shamrock kicks out!
ONYX picks him up again and Irish Whips him to the corner, where he delivers a Running Knee Lift. He then Bodyslams him on the mat, picks him up again and Irish Whips him to the ropes. Mickey goes over the ropes, but holds doesn't fall to ringside, holding onto the top rope. ONYX runs at him, but Mickey pulls the rope and ONYX falls to the ringside.
Mark Daniels – "Oh my! Look how he hit his head!"
Stephen T. Darling – "He had this coming, come on..."
Shamrock dives onto his opponent from the apron, performing a sweet Elbow Drop. He then Irish Whips his opponent back to the ring and slides there as well.
Stephen T. Darling: "LOL! Look at ONYX, he's dizzy like he's drunk!"
Mark Daniels: "Please, shut up, Darling..."
Stephen T. Darling: "It's MISTER Darling for you, old man!"
Shamrock takes his injured opponent and connects with his finisher Talk To The Mat! before going for a pinfall.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE! Ding Ding Ding! Mickey Shamrock has Won!
Sorry For Party Rockin! reprises as Mickey Shamrock smirks to the camera.
Tony Allen: "Here is your winner, advancing to round two... Mickey... Jackpot... SHAAAAMROCK!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Hell, that was quick! This man Shamrock has it all, look at him! He's got the swag, the moves, the momentum... and he just made a big step towards the Pay Per View title!"
Mark Daniels: "EMTs will be checking on ONYX and--"
Stephen T. Darling: "Who gives two damns about ONYX! Mickey Shamrock is the winner!
We turn now to the Backstage area where Harley can be seen pacing around his office. He pulls out his ringing cell phone and answers it, bringing it up to his ear.
Handsome Harley: "Ah Amigo thanks for returning my call. I've got to say I was impressed with your performance at that other company's Pay-Per-View and I think you have the right kind of style to make it big here in my organization. So what do you say? Want to join the real big leagues?"
There is a pause as Harley stops pacing for a moment.
Handsome Harley: "A friend? Uh, sure we can talk about your friend signing up too. Tell ya what, why don't all three of us get together in a few days and see if we can come to an agreement, how does that sound?"
Another pause as Harley smiles broadly.
Handsome Harley: "Perfect, I'll see you and your friend soon then. Uh, Adios I guess is what you people say."
Harley ends the call on his phone as he puts the cell phone back in his pocket. The scene changes back to ringside where our Commentators are waiting.
Stephen T. Darling: "Amigo? Adios? Who is he talking to?"
Mark Daniels: "Who ever it is we may be seeing some new faces here soon."
As the PARTY ROCK ANTHEM starts out and the lights go off, the crowd jumps to the beat and rocks out without having any idea who to expect. You can tell the crowd just loves the grove form LMFAO! The camera pans across the crowd as we see everyone on their feet jamming to the mad beats as the lights pulsate across the arena. We see a trio of girls with a sign that says: I WANNA HEAT UP ICE COLD! Suddenly, the breakdown hits...
SHAKE THAT!
As the music breaks into a dubstep-like rhythm, none other than Ice Cold, JJ WHITE Jr., comes fist pumping his way out from the back! He is joined by another recent acquisition, JACKPOT Shamrock, who dances out and the two gyrate for the crowd. The lights strobe making them seem to move in an odd slow motion. Suddenly, JACKPOT and ICE COLD fist pump to center stage and pound fists. Shamrock backs off as if to wish his friend luck as JJ dances down the ramp and takes center stage! Once down with the crowd, White finds the girls with the sign and continues to party with them, falling over the barricade and into the audience!
Tony Allen: "This next match is Round One of the Capture The Crown Tournament and is scheduled for One Fall! Introducing first, accompanied by Mickey Shamrock. Weighing in this evening at Two hundred and Twenty Five pounds! From Your Mother's House, Jimmy...Ice Cold...WHITE!"
Mark Daniels: "Oh, MY GOODNESS! What an entrance! These two young men really know how to party!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Like you'd know, Daniels! Give me a break! If ya ask me, they're over compensating for something...know what I mean?"
Mark Daniels: "No, I can actually say I have no idea!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Well, at least, you admit it!"
As the party continues, Jackpot is joined by ICE COLD's father, Jimi James White, and friend, DISCO JOE! There is a slight pop from the crowd who remembers his years with now defunct, but legendary PWA!
Mark Daniels: "Oh, my! This is a treat, folks! We have former PWA international AND North American champ, Jimi JJ White! This is going to be a night to remember!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Once again, do I really have to keep saying this? Give me a break! We're draggin' in some old has-been and his flunky sidekick to push some spoiled little rich kid? What do we owe this guy a favor or something?"
Mark Daniels: "Actually, we owe this man a great deal for what he did for wrestling!"
Stephen T. Darling: "What he did TO wrestling, ya mean?"
Mark Daniels: "Why don't you give ME a break!??!"
Suddenly, the jungle drums pound out a warlike rhythm as a scrawny little guy with a pimp walking stick leads out a monster of a man who is dressed in a Polynesian grass skirt and no shirt; sporting white makeup markings all over his body. He looks like the classic jungle savage carrying a authentic looking spear and long pointed shield. He steps out onto the stage and raises both hands holding the spear and shield and shakes it as he yells and screams at the man in the ring.
Tony Allen: "And his opponent. From the darkest reaches of Africa, weighing in this evening at Three hundred and Ten pounds. King...CONGOOOO!
Mark Daniels: "Holy, Shit!! What in the HELL is THAT?"
Stephen T. Darling: "THAT, as you so abruptly put it, is a human being! And he is about to kick that scrawny little kid in the ring from one end to the other!"
As they make their way down to the ring, the smaller man is warning the fans not to get to close.
Slick: "Now, stay back! He's a man eater! Keep your arms behind the barricade at all times!"
Unfortunately, one or two of the fans don't take him seriously and reach in. Suddenly, King Congo goes berserk and lunges at the idiot fan! It takes all of Slick's strength to get the savages attention away from what he thought would be his next meal. With masterful skill, Slick redirects his attention to the ring and Jimi James White. Suddenly, Congo rushes the ring causing ICE COLD to vacate out the other side. This leaves King to rage around the ring shaking his spear at White in rage. ICE COLD doesn't know whether to laugh or cry right now.
Stephen T. Darling: "Oh, this is going to be a short match!"
Mark Daniels: "Don't count on it! Take a look!"
As the savage rages, Ice Cold slides in the ring behind him and flips Slick out onto the floor! Unfortunately, that gets the attention of the monster as he turns and runs at White. JJ ducks as his father, partner and friend make it to ringside. Ice Cold rebounds off the ropes and and comes back with a FRISTBITE kick right onto Congos chin as he turns!
Mark Daniels: "OH! That ought to be IT!!"
You can hear Darling laughing: "Oh, yeah? Look!"
King Congo is knocked back into the ropes, but comes rebounding back with a massive clothesline!! This bounces White hard onto the mat. Congo follows up with a huge elbow drop! ICE COLD barely rolls out of the way as the King hits the mat hard!
Stephen T. Darling: "WHOA!! He better be glad that didn't connect! Talk about wrapup!"
Congo is slow off the mat, as is JJ. Suddenly, Slick is up on the ropes yelling at the referee.
Mark Daniels: "Oh, come on! Get him off the apron, ref!"
Suddenly, King Congo grabs his spear and connects with ICE COLD's crotch! The large wrestler quickly ditches the spear as Jackpot Shamrock jumps to the apron! In a flash, he's in the ring in pursuit of Congo. Slick is quick to point Shamrock's actions out. The referee catches him midring as Mickey tries to explain to the referee, but he's hearing none of it.
Mark Daniels: "Blatant lowblow! He should be disqualified!!"
Stephen T. Darling: "I didn't see nothin'!"
Quickly and decisively, the referee throws the sign to send everyone on ICE COLD's side out. White protests and the referee decides to allow one for a manager. White's dad, JJ, steps up and claims the spot sending Disco Joe and Shamrock to the back after much protest.
Stephen T. Darling: "Ha! Serves those dirty cheaters good! Outta just throw out the match!"
Mark Daniels: "Are we watching the same match?"
As the two combatants start to circle each other, JJ White steps over and starts telling Slick where it's out. Congo gives ICE COLD a kick to the gut and goes for a powerslam in the middle of the ring.
Stephen T. Darling: "Oh, Gawd! That was devastating!! How much longer can he keep getting up from that?"
White tries to get up, but Congo is already on him! He grabs him by the head and pulls him up. Suddenly, he yanks him into the air into a military press. After smiling for the camera, he slams JJ Jr. hard onto the mat.
Mark Daniels: "OH MY LORD!!!"
Stephen T. Darling: "DANNNNG!!!!!"
The referee turns to warn JJ White to keep his distance as Congo drops on ICE COLD for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
The only problem is the referee was detracted and didn't start the count on time. Miraculously, White kicks out!
Stephen T. Darling: "Oh, come on ref!! Pay attention to the match!"
Mark Daniels: "What? We agree on something??"
King Congo is furious and back the referee in the corner screaming viciously at him. As the elder JJ turns toward his corner, Slick jumps on the apron again.
Mark Daniels: "Oh, no, here we go!"
JJ White Sr. runs and jumps on the apron, nailing Slick with a clothesline that sends both managers slamming onto the floor! King Congo is still berating the referee who is afraid of being eaten. ICE COLD pulls himself over and connects with his own lowblow and tries to roll up Congo!
ONE...
TWO...
King Congo throws Ice Cold clean across the ring! Suddenly, the African savage is up and is waiting for JJ to get up!
Stephen T. Darling: "Oh, here is goes!"
ICE COLD gets up and turns into an abominable spear! But, instead of pinning him, Congo climbs to second rope in the corner.
Mark Daniels: "Oh, no! This is adding insult to injury!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Hell, injury to injury!"
Congo launches into the VOODOO DROP!! He connects and drags White to the middle of the ring. Putting one foot on the unconscious body of ICE COLD, he waits arrogantly for the three count!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Slick rolls back in, limping a little.
Tony Allen: "Here is your winner and advancing to Round Two! King...CONGOOO!!!"
Mark Daniels: "White might need medical attention!"
Stephen T. Darling: "White might be dead!"
We see Slick holding up Congo’s hand and luring him away from further mauling the downed White! The crowd gives a mixed response as King Congo screams at the crowd and holds his shield and spear high! As backstage personnel go to check on White the camera cuts backstage.
Zero is seen backstage with the Free-For-All Title draped over his shoulder with a ref following him down the backstage hallway. He passes several various backstage personnel as he makes his way through the winding passageways of the HEW Arena. He rounds a corner and gets blasted in the face by an aluminum bat causing him to drop his belt and the ref to take a few steps back as Nobody jabs the bat into Zero's stomach doubling him over before whipping him into a nearby black equipment container. Nobody moves over to another container and begins to push it across the floor thanks to the rollers and rams it against Zero to sandwhich him between the two containers. Nobody goes over and grabs Zero's head lifting it up before smashing him face first into the container, he does this several times before pushing the rear container away so Zero can fall to the floor. Nobody rolls him over and pins his shoulders to the floor as the ref moves in to make the count.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE-NO, Nobody raises Zero's head in time to break the pin on purpose.
Nobody gets up and stands over the still downed Zero before picking up the Free-For-All belt, looking at it for several moments as the ref looks on before dropping it on Zero's chest.
Nobody: "No, it's not going to be that easy, of that I can assure you."
Nobody then slowly starts to back away until he is off camera as it turns to focus on the downed Zero before cutting back to the commentary table as Daniels and Darling look on with disbelief.
Stephen T. Darling: "The guys a bloody sociopath, why was he even hired in the first place?"
Mark Daniels: "Nobody just assaulted Zero backstage and could of won the title but he broke the pin before the three count. If that's not sending a message then I don't know what is."
"Hate To Say I Told You So" blares through the speakers as D. C. Wiland makes his way down to the ring. A few of the fans stretch their arms out, looking for a high-five, but Wiland merely ignores them, as he casually strolls down to the arena, climbs the turnbuckle, and taunts the crowd with his theme song's chorus.
Tony Allen: "The following is a singles contest, and it is part of the HEW Capture The Crown Tournament! Introducing first, from the finest corners of Buffalo, New York, 'The Main Man', D! C! WILAAAAAAND!"
The crowd react with slight irritation at the wrestler's lack of interaction, but they don't have much time to dwell on it, as soon another song starts up on the HEW Arena's PA system. This time, it's 'Issues', by Escape The Fate, announcing the arrival of Wiland's opponent!
Tony Allen: "And his opponent, from New York City, weighing in at 177 pounds, RAIDEEEEEEEN BLAZE!"
The wrestler who now appears in the platform could not be more different from the aloof Wiland. Blaze slaps every hand in sight, nearly throwing himself over the barricade, a huge grin plastered on his features. His almost childish excitement earns him the disdain of one of the commentators.
Stephen T. Darling: "Look at this clown!"
His co-host, Mark Daniels, settles for a more impartial analysis.
Mark Daniels: "A very interesting matchup here, as both these boys are residents of the state of New York!"
Darling expresses surprise at this information.
Stephen T. Darling: "Really? I thought Blaze was a resident of the circus!"
As the commentators engage in their banter, Blaze has taken to the ring, and is cheerfully trying to get Wiland to shake his hand. When the Buffalo native refuses to do so, he shrugs helplessly and mugs to the crowd, definitely winning them over.
Mark Daniels: "The crowd getting behind this young man, Raiden Blaze, here...!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Bunch'a' sheep...!"
Soon after, the bell rings, and the match is underway!
Wiland goes on the offense first, rushing forward with a clothesline. Blaze ducks under, and his opponent's momentum carries him forth to smash against the turnbuckle. Raiden stops and mugs to the crowd, but Wiland's impact was not as forceful as he thought, and the 'Main Man' is back on the attack almost instantly, catching Blaze from behind with a neck-severing running clothesline. As Blaze topples forward, he nimbly hops to the second rope and connects with a diving elbow drop, for the first pin!
ONE...!
Blaze reacts almost immediately, but Wiland still has the upper hand, as he flings his opponent to the ropes. Raiden clings on for dear life, but is not quick enough to prevent Wiland from connecting with a running elbow smash. This is followed by a series of chops, gleefully counted out by the crowd. By the end of the series, Raiden is groggy, and easy prey to Wiland's falling neckbreaker, followed by another pin.
ONE...
TW..
Raiden gets a shoulder up at one and a half!
Mark Daniels: "D. C. Wiland starting off strong here, and Raiden Blaze just barely staying alive!"
Stephen T. Darling: "I told you this guy was a clown!"
Presently, Wiland is once again Irish-whipping Raiden to the ropes on the opposite side. This time, however, the young babyface comes alive, and clings on to the ropes, breaking his momentum. When Wiland rushes at him, he athletically jumps to the top rope and connects with a Senton!
Stephen T. Daniels: "Whoa! Impressive move there from Raiden Blaze! How'd he recover so quickly?!"
This time, Stephen Darling merely mutters something indistinct, as Blaze has gone for the pin and gotten a one and a half count. Retaining the upper hand, the young face attempts to lock a sleeper hold on his opponent, but Wiland shakes him off irritably. As the 'Main Man' turns around, however, he is nailed with a dropkick from Blaze, quickly followed by a standing moonsault, and another cover!
ONE...
TWO...
Shoulders up at two!
Mark Daniels: "What an exciting match to start us off here tonight! Both of these men clearly deserving of a shot at the title!"
Stephen T. Darling: "If you say so, Mark..."
In the ring, the momentum has shifted back to Wiland, after Blaze has crashed and burned on an enzuiguri and been hit instead with another diving elbow drop. Wiland gets his opponent to his feet, Irish whips him across, then connects with a back body drop. He then runs to the opposite turnbuckle, climbs it, and waits for his opponent to come to. As the groggy Raiden gets to his feet, Wiland sizes him up before connecting with a brutal flying forearm smash, almost ripping Blaze's neck off!
Stephen T. Darling: "Ouch! That's gotta hurt! That's how you tell the men from the boys, Mark!"
Wiland goes for the cover!
ONE...
TWO...
TH...
No! Raiden's shoulders are up at two and a half, causing Wiland to yell out in frustration. He picks his opponent up and sets him up for a vertical suplex. Raiden, however, is thrashing wildly, and somehow manages to reverse the position into a sleeper hold! Wiland is caught unawares, and thrashes about for a few moments himself, trying to get to the ropes. Seeing that he is too far away, he surprises Raiden by tossing him forcibly overhead! As the young face lands on the mat, his grimace of pain indicates damage to his back. Realizing this, Wiland smirks cockily, sizing his opponent up like a predator assessing his prey. He makes no move, however, merely waiting for Raiden Blaze to get up, taunting him all the while.
Mark Daniels: "Wiland almost had him there but it looks like he is ready to end this match!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Good, this clown's fifteen minutes were up long ago!"
Blaze slowly stirs, trying to muster what strength he has left to rise to his feet. Wiland watches on with fire in his eyes waiting like a shark watching a wounded seal. Blaze uses the ropes to pull himself up, the pain on his face as the crowd tries to warn him not to turn around. Inching himself around he gets quickly pulled in by the waiting Wiland who hooks an arm and his head lifting him straight up in the air full vertical. Blaze desperately kicks his feet and manages to float over and land on his feet behind Wiland! Blaze hooks the arms, turns and nails the Paralyzer! The crowd cheers wildly as Raiden rolls Wiland over and covers him for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE-NO Wiland gets his shoulder up at the last possible second!
Mark Daniels: "My god how close was that?!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Too close that stupid clown almost won!"
Raiden slowly rolls over and sits up, glancing over his shoulder at Wiland who is still down. Raiden forces himself up one more time and starts to taunt Wiland, urging him to get back up, almost pleading for him to get back up to his feet one last time. The pain on Raiden's face has turned into desperation as Wiland slowly stirs, rolling himself over and crawling to the ropes using them to haul himself up. Wiland is on his feet with his back to Raiden as victory seems so close. Wiland takes a few groggy steps backwards and Raiden hooks the arms and hits the Paralyzer a second time! The crowd is on their feet as Raiden pushes Wiland over and drapes an arm across him!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE! Ding Ding Ding! The match is over, Raiden has beaten D.C. Wiland!
Stephen T. Darling: "No! I want a re count!"
Mark Daniels: "After two Paralyzers Raiden has done it! He's pinned Wiland and moves on in the tournament!"
Stephen T. Darling: "No! There is no way that clown should of won!"
The ref helps Raiden to his feet and lifts his arm into the air as the crowd cheers for Raiden's victory. Wiland is helped out of the ring and taken backstage as Raiden celebrates in the ring.
Tony Allen: "Ladies and Gentlemen here is your Winner and who will advance to Round 2 of the Capture the Crown Tournament.....RAIDEEEEEEEN BLAZE!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Wiland should of won this match! This is a travesty!"
Mark Daniels: "Ladies and Gentlemen thank you for joining us here tonight I am Mark Daniels here with my broadcast partner Stephen. T Darling-"
Stephen T. Darling: "Travesty!"
Mark Daniels: "And we will see you all again next time."
"Issues" sounds off on the PA system while Raiden drops to his knees in the middle of the ring releived the match is over as the crowd cheers him off. The camera soon fades to black.
Tony Allen: "Ladies and Gentlemen allow me to introduce to you at this time. He is the Chairmen of the Board of Directors and the Chief Executive Officer of Hollywood Elite Wrestling. Big Time, Handsome...Harley!"
"Big Time" by Peter Gabriel begins to play over the PA system as the crowd resumes cheering as HEW's CEO Handsome Harley steps out on stage dressed in a fine three piece black suit with a red tie. He takes a moment to stare out at the crowd before proceeding down the ramp towards the ring. Ascending the ring steps to walk along the ring apron before effortlessly stepping over the top rope into the ring, adjusting his tie as he takes to the center of the ring and is handed a mic by a member of the ring crew.
Handsome Harley: "For the thousands in attendance here tonight, and the millions watching us live over the internet. Allow me to welcome all of you to the debut of Friday Night Shockwave!"
The crowd cheers in approval and excitement as Harley grins widely at the audience, turning full circle once in the ring before bringing the mic back up to his lips.
Handsome Harley: "Tonight we kick ourselves into top gear right out of the gate! Tonight we begin the tournament to decide our first HEW Pay-Per-View Champion! Now how does that sound?"
Another round of cheers ring out across the arena.
Handsome Harley: "You know what? That's not good enough. It's not. You people have bought your tickets to come here tonight to see the best fight to become the best that wrestling has to offer! Quite frankly you deserve better. So here is what I am going to do for you here tonight. I am officially changing our opening contest to a No Disqualification match!"
Once again the crowd shows it's approval with a round of cheering. Harley pauses a moment before shaking his head lightly.
Handsome Harley: "No, no that's still not good enough. We are supposed to be starting off this company with a bang! And by god we will start this off with a bang! So I am making one more change to the match. It will now be for the HEW Free-For-All Championship! Now, how does THAT sound?"
The crowd erupts into a louder flurry of cheers and roars as Harley grins once more before walking towards the ropes and exiting the ring, making way to the back as the camera cuts to the Announce Table where we see HEW's resident Color Commentary team of Mark Daniels and Stephen T. Darling.
Mark Daniels: "Wow, I mean wow, what a way to kick off the first of many Shockwave's here tonight with such a huge announcement from our CEO!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Would you expect anything less from the boss? That right there is the reason he is in charge of this company. We have just gotten a Main Event caliber match announced to us and it's going to be our opener! What is the rest of the night going to bring?"
Mark Daniels: "Well STD we are just going to have to wait and see, and that opening contest starts now!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Don't call me that."
The camera cuts to the ring where Tony Allen is once again standing with his microphone in hand as he raises it up and lets his powerful voice echo throughout the arena.
Tony Allen: "Our first match is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the Free For All Championship and shall be held with No Disqualifications! Introducing first!"
Zero by Evergreen Terrace plays as Zero runs out to a HUGE pop from the fans. He plays up to the crowd as he shoots out t-shirts from the t-shirt gun. He now slides into the ring and does a little dance with the ref.
Tony Allen: "From Parts Unknown, weighing in this evening at One hundred and Eighty Nine pounds! ZERO!"
Stephen T. Darling: "This guy looks like he just jumped out of a comic book, the hell is this?"
Mike Daniels: "That would be Zero."
Stephen T. Darling: "I'm not deaf."
Mark Daniels: "Just checking Darling."
Stephen T. Darling: "MISTER! Darling."
Daniels chuckles lightly as Tony Allen brings the mic back up to his mouth as he readies for the next entrant.
I'm Sexy and I Know It by LMFAO hits the PA system as Harry Smith comes out waving, mugging to the crowd and rocking to the beat of his song. Waving and winking to one of the females in attendance before sliding into the ring.
Tony Allen: "And his opponent. From the Open Road weighing in this evening at Two hundred and Twenty One pounds! Handsome...Harry...Smith!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Who the hell is this poor excuse of a mug shot? And where does he get the right to call himself handsome?"
Mark Daniels: "Our boss calls himself Handsome."
Stephen T. Darling: "That's different."
Shut Em Down by Celldweller hits the PA system and all the lights in the arena are shut as No Man/Nobody walks onto the entrance ramp with a hoodie, masked, of course. He walks slowly, looking at the ground until the 0:30 mark of the song, when the bass drops and he takes off the hoodie, swings his semi long black hair and touches the mustache on his mask. He walks his way to the ring.
Tony Allen: "And their opponent. From nowhere, weighing in this evening at One hundred Seventy One pounds! The Anonymous...Nobody!"
Stephen T. Darling: "What the hell is with this match up? Two masked freaks and a man with an ego, and these guys are getting a title shot? Are they giving them out like candy?"
Mark Daniels: "Are you saying you dissagree with our CEO's match making abilities?"
Stephen T. Darling: "I said no such thing!"
Ding Ding Ding! With the sound of the bell the match is officially under way as all three competitors begin to eye each other down as they remain in their spots waiting to see who will make the first move in this match. The three begin to circle the ring watching each other, Zero and Harry Smith quickly move in and lock up with each other trying to overpower the other while Nobody watches on from the corner of the ring. Smith starts to overpower Zero and turns the lock up into a Bear Hug. Smith starts to put on the pressure, Zero is looking for any chance to escape the hold and begins to club Smith in the face with elbow after elbow causing him to break the hold. Zero runs and rebounds off the rope charging at Smith to jump in the air for a dropkick but Smith ducks underneith and proceeds to run and rebound off the ropes hitting the recovering Zero with a Big Boot. Zero starts to get back to his feet as Smith tries to lock in a Sleeper Hold but Zero counters it into a Jaw Breaker. Zero is back on his feet and engages in a stare down with Smith. Meanwhile Nobody slowly slips out of the ring and stands outside watching his two opponents. The two go for another lock up but instead Smith hammers away with a series of punches, throwing lefts and rights, hay makers and uppercuts forcing Zero into the ropes. Smith takes a few steps back then runs at Zero but Zero ducks down and lifts Smith up sending him over the top rope crashing to the floor below!
Stephen T. Darling: "And just like that the masked weirdo is the last man standing in the ring."
Mark Daniels: "Harry got sent crashing to the ground thanks to Zero while Nobody decides to exit the ring. No count outs and no DQs so it's all legal but what is he doing?"
Stephen T. Darling: "He's biding his time like a smart guy, even if he is a freak."
Zero grabs onto the top rope, using it to launch himself over and out of the ring for a crossbody on Smith sending both men to the ground outside the ring. Zero is back on his feet as he climbs onto the ring apron standing over Smith as he waits for him to get back to his feet. Nobody slides into the ring unnoticed and walks up behind Zero. Zero starts to turn around but is caught in the head by an Enzuigiri by Nobody! Using the ropes for leverage to hit the move sending Zero back down to the floor. Nobody slides out of the ring opposite where Zero and Smith are as he resumes his watching of his opponents. Smith is the first up just before Zero and he once agains lets out a flurry of punches to wear Zero down, punch after punch after punch forces Zero closer and closer to the barricade. Once Zero is backed up against the barricade Smith throws out a chop to the chest and then another and another! Smith goes for one more but Zero blocks and fires back with a chop of his own, the two then exchange several chops much to the delight of the crowd. The momentum changes as Zero begins to hit a succession of chops on Smith forcing him further and further back, ending the spree with a kick to the gut folding Smith over. Placing one hand on his head and another on his back Zero flings Smith into the ring pulling his out just enough so that his head and upper chest is protruding from under the bottom rope. Zero is back on the ring apron taking one step forward before lifting himself into the air using the ropes bring a leg down across the chest of Smith. Suddenly Smith is pulled all the way into the middle of the ring by Nobody who hits the Face Remover nearly punching Smith's face into oblivion. Nobody drops down and hooks the leg going for the pin, the ref goes to make the count.
ONE...
TWO...
THR-NO Zero breaks up the pin by pulling Nobody off of Smith!
Mark Daniels: "Wow we almost witnessed and upset win at the hands of Nobody but Zero in the nick of time managed to save the match!"
Stephen T. Darling: "What do you mean 'save' the match? Nobody should be the winner, he used his intelligence to take advantage of an opportunity and he should of won the match! But Zero just had to get involved!"
Zero goes to punch Nobody but he ducks under the punch and runs to exit the ring climbing through the ropes out onto the ring apron. Zero goes to run at him only to receive a fore arm to the face for his troubles. Nobody pulls Zero in by the head and drops down bringing Zero's throat down across the top rope. Zero stumbles backwards towards a now standing Smith who hits the Back Load on Zero! Smith goes for the pin as the ref falls into place.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE-NO a kick out at the last second by Zero!
Smith gets back to his feet and makes his way towards the turnbuckle. Making his way to the top rope turnbuckle he leaps off into the air for Space Truckin'! Smith is on his way down but Nobody with a Scissors kick to the falling Smith! The crowd begins to chant "Holy Shit!" as all three men are down in the ring but Nobody and Zero slowly begin to stir while Smith is still laying motionless in the ring.
Mark Daniels: "Oh my god! How the hell did Nobody pull that off! This guy can't be human!"
Stephen T. Darling: "For all we know he isn't! An expertly timed move may have just taken Smith out of this match!"
Zero and Nobody are back on their feet as they exchange quick glances at each other but Nobody once again ducks from the ring but this time Zero gives chase. He chases Nobody around the outside of the ring before Nobody slides under the ring and vanishes. Zero flips open the ring apron looking for Nobody but he is no where to be seen. Zero gets back to his feet to get hit with a bseball slide from Smith sending him flying backwards to the floor! Smith slides out of the ring and walks over to Zero pulling him back to his feet as the two get into an fight of the fists. Zero, Smith, Zero, Smith, Zero, Smith, back and forth the two exchange punches. This time Smith gains the upper hand forcing Zero into the barricade as he beats him down to the floor. Nobody slides out from under the ring holding a steel chair in hand, he swings it and slams it into the back of Smith, the sound of steel on flesh rings through the air as Smith is dropped to his knees. Nobody lifts the chair high over his head and brings it down across the top of the skull of Smith sending him to the ground. He turns around and tosses the chair into the ring as he grabs a second from under the ring, throwing it in as well. Nobody grabs Zero and flings him into the ring under the bottom rope, then he too enters the ring and drags Zero into the middle of the ring, rolling Zero over so he is face down he places a steel chair under Zero's face. Nobody grabs the second chair and stands in front of the downed Zero as the crowd boos. Lifting the chair up Nobody brings it down but Zero rolls out of the way just in time! Zero is back up on his feet as Nobody tries once again to hit him with the chair but Zero grabs the chair and smashes it against Nobody's face. Tossing the chair to the side Zero grabs Nobody and hits the Zero Hour! The crowd cheers like crazy as Zero goes for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THRE-NO Smith manages to break up the pin and with an elbow drop on Zero!
Mark Daniels: "The second close near fall of the match, who is going to win this thing?"
Stephen T. Darling: "The match should of ended earlier with Nobody as the winner but the other masked freak almost walked out with the win. Not saying this is a bad match but should this really be for a title?"
Mark Daniels: "By the looks of things I'd say whoever wins this deserves the title."
Nobody slowly rolls towards the ropes and out of the ring as Zero and Smith once again battle it out with their fists, but Zero quickly changes this with a forearm to the face, hooking Smith's head in a headlock he plants him with a DDT. Zero brings Smith back to his feet to get caught in the jaw by a punch from Smith sending Zero backwards with a stagger. Smith fires away with some knife edge chops pushing Zero against the ropes, grab of the arm Smith Irish Whips Zero towards the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a Superkick! Zero is layed out in the middle of the ring and Smith heads for the turnbuckles, ascending to the top once more ready to end this match for good! He stands on the top turnbuckle glancing around for any sign of Nobody but he seems to have vanished once again. Smith gets ready for take off when a cane cracks across the back of his skull. Smith is dropped from the top rope as Nobody slides back into the ring dropping the cane to the mat as he waits for Smith to get back up. He lifts Smith off of his feet and hits the Identity Stealer! Nobody turns around and receives a shot to the head from Zero's Katana! Nobody drops to the ground and rolls out of the ring as Zero drops the katana and drags Smith to the center of the ring, Zero covers for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE! Ding Ding Ding! The match is over, Zero has won!
Tony Allen: "Here is your winner and the NEW HEW Free-For-All Champion....ZERO!"
Mark Daniels: "My god, it's over, the match is over and we are looking at our new, and first, Free-For-All champion!"
Stephen T. Darling: "And it's this guy!? What the hell!?"
Zero stands up triumphantly in the ring as the Ref hands him the Free-For-All belt. Zero holds it in the air above his head as the crowd cheers loudly for their new FFA champion! Nobody slides into the ring behind him with the Singapore cane in hand. He runs forward to swing at Zero but Zero sees it coming and ducks under just in time. Nobody turns around and quickly drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring before Zero has a chance to attack. "Zero" by Evergreen Terrance hits the PA system as Zero stands victorious in the ring with the belt above his head as Nobody backs away towards the stage.
Mark Daniels: "The match may be over but I don't think the fight for that title is over for Nobody."
Stephen T. Darling: "Just because it's over doesn't mean that Nobody, or anyone for that matter can't walk out of the arena tonight as the Free-For-All Champion."
Mark Daniels: "You are not wrong there Mr. Darling. Time for us to cut backstage as I have just received word that our CEO has another announcement to make regarding tonights show."
The Camera cuts backstage where HEW's backstage interviewer Alice Carter can be seen standing next to Handsome Harley.
Alice Carter: "Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time. The World's Largest CEO. Handsome Harley! Now Boss-"
Handsome Harley: "Please, call me Harley little lady."
Harley winks at Alice and smiles.
Alice Carter: "Okay. Now Harley what do you think of the outcome of our first match? And the crowning of our first Free-For-All Champion?"
Handsome Harley: "I don't think it matters what I think of the match. It matters what the fans think and by the sounds of things they couldn't be more pleased with how things turned out. And that is just a small taste of things to come, after all we still have our tournament to kick off."
Alice Carter: "What about the Announcement you have to make?"
Handsome Harley: "Well, it has come to my attention that for reasons we are not ready to publicly release yet. Tonight's scheduled match of KEG vs Declan Black is being canceled. As much as I am sorry to have to say that."
Alice Carter: "How will this affect the tournament?"
Handsome Harley: "Rest assured I have already thought of a replacement match. At Shockwave 2 we will see Handsome Harry Smith take on Nobody to determine who will go onto the Semi Finals for the Pay-Per-View Title!"
And with that Harley gives a final wink to Alice before walking off screen. The scene soon returns to the Commentary Table.
Mark Daniels: "Wow, we've just started and we've already had a champion crowned, a match canceled and a new match made for the tournament! Can this show get any better?"
Stephen T. Darling: "If Alice goes out on a date with me then hell yes it can!"
Mark Daniels: "I don't think the world is ready for a Mr. and Mrs. Darling."
Stephen T. Darling: "Just shut up already, it's time for our next match!"
"Porn Star Dancing" by My Darkest Days hits and ONYX walks out with a huge smile and slaps hands with the fans on his way to the ring. Once inside the ring he begins using the ropes stretch while he waits on the match to start.
Tony Allen: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Round One match of the Capture The Crown Tournament! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighting in this evening at 267 pounds... he is... OOOONYX!"
Sorry for Party Rockin! By LMFAO hits the PA system and "Jackpot" runs out and starts playing the crowd, especially the ladies. He tries to touch a boob of one of the fans in the first row, but is slapped in the face, so he heads to the ring instead.
Tony Allen: "And his opponent! From Your Mother's House by the way of Hollywood, California, weighting in this evening at 210 pounds... he is... Mickey... JACKPOT... SHAAAAAMROCK!"
Mark Daniels: "This is going to be one interesting match. Both these fellows like to show off a bit."
Stephen T. Darling: "They do, for sure! But let's face it... ONYX lacks the unquestionable SWAG that Shamrock has!"
Mark Daniels: "Stop with the swag thing already, you're not 14."
Shamrock and ONYX lock up and the bigger one gets the advantage. ONYX snaps in a side headlock, but Jackpot slides out of the hold and delivers several stiff kicks to the back and legs of ONYX. He gets him on his knees before running off the ropes opposite them and delivering a stiff Sliding Lariat. He goes for a pin.
ONE...
TW- ONYX kicks out!
Stephen T. Darling – "Well, it could have ended *snaps fingers* just like that."
Both guys get up and Shamrock once again runs off the ropes, but instead of delivering another Lariat, he gets surprised and dropped with a Samoan Drop. ONYX smirks and shows off to the crowd as they cheer. ONYX lifts Shamrock up, only to bring him down again with a hat-trick of Arm Wrench Clotheslines. He goes for a pinfall.
ONE...
TW- Shamrock kicks out!
ONYX picks him up again and Irish Whips him to the corner, where he delivers a Running Knee Lift. He then Bodyslams him on the mat, picks him up again and Irish Whips him to the ropes. Mickey goes over the ropes, but holds doesn't fall to ringside, holding onto the top rope. ONYX runs at him, but Mickey pulls the rope and ONYX falls to the ringside.
Mark Daniels – "Oh my! Look how he hit his head!"
Stephen T. Darling – "He had this coming, come on..."
Shamrock dives onto his opponent from the apron, performing a sweet Elbow Drop. He then Irish Whips his opponent back to the ring and slides there as well.
Stephen T. Darling: "LOL! Look at ONYX, he's dizzy like he's drunk!"
Mark Daniels: "Please, shut up, Darling..."
Stephen T. Darling: "It's MISTER Darling for you, old man!"
Shamrock takes his injured opponent and connects with his finisher Talk To The Mat! before going for a pinfall.
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TWO...
THREE! Ding Ding Ding! Mickey Shamrock has Won!
Sorry For Party Rockin! reprises as Mickey Shamrock smirks to the camera.
Tony Allen: "Here is your winner, advancing to round two... Mickey... Jackpot... SHAAAAMROCK!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Hell, that was quick! This man Shamrock has it all, look at him! He's got the swag, the moves, the momentum... and he just made a big step towards the Pay Per View title!"
Mark Daniels: "EMTs will be checking on ONYX and--"
Stephen T. Darling: "Who gives two damns about ONYX! Mickey Shamrock is the winner!
We turn now to the Backstage area where Harley can be seen pacing around his office. He pulls out his ringing cell phone and answers it, bringing it up to his ear.
Handsome Harley: "Ah Amigo thanks for returning my call. I've got to say I was impressed with your performance at that other company's Pay-Per-View and I think you have the right kind of style to make it big here in my organization. So what do you say? Want to join the real big leagues?"
There is a pause as Harley stops pacing for a moment.
Handsome Harley: "A friend? Uh, sure we can talk about your friend signing up too. Tell ya what, why don't all three of us get together in a few days and see if we can come to an agreement, how does that sound?"
Another pause as Harley smiles broadly.
Handsome Harley: "Perfect, I'll see you and your friend soon then. Uh, Adios I guess is what you people say."
Harley ends the call on his phone as he puts the cell phone back in his pocket. The scene changes back to ringside where our Commentators are waiting.
Stephen T. Darling: "Amigo? Adios? Who is he talking to?"
Mark Daniels: "Who ever it is we may be seeing some new faces here soon."
As the PARTY ROCK ANTHEM starts out and the lights go off, the crowd jumps to the beat and rocks out without having any idea who to expect. You can tell the crowd just loves the grove form LMFAO! The camera pans across the crowd as we see everyone on their feet jamming to the mad beats as the lights pulsate across the arena. We see a trio of girls with a sign that says: I WANNA HEAT UP ICE COLD! Suddenly, the breakdown hits...
SHAKE THAT!
As the music breaks into a dubstep-like rhythm, none other than Ice Cold, JJ WHITE Jr., comes fist pumping his way out from the back! He is joined by another recent acquisition, JACKPOT Shamrock, who dances out and the two gyrate for the crowd. The lights strobe making them seem to move in an odd slow motion. Suddenly, JACKPOT and ICE COLD fist pump to center stage and pound fists. Shamrock backs off as if to wish his friend luck as JJ dances down the ramp and takes center stage! Once down with the crowd, White finds the girls with the sign and continues to party with them, falling over the barricade and into the audience!
Tony Allen: "This next match is Round One of the Capture The Crown Tournament and is scheduled for One Fall! Introducing first, accompanied by Mickey Shamrock. Weighing in this evening at Two hundred and Twenty Five pounds! From Your Mother's House, Jimmy...Ice Cold...WHITE!"
Mark Daniels: "Oh, MY GOODNESS! What an entrance! These two young men really know how to party!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Like you'd know, Daniels! Give me a break! If ya ask me, they're over compensating for something...know what I mean?"
Mark Daniels: "No, I can actually say I have no idea!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Well, at least, you admit it!"
As the party continues, Jackpot is joined by ICE COLD's father, Jimi James White, and friend, DISCO JOE! There is a slight pop from the crowd who remembers his years with now defunct, but legendary PWA!
Mark Daniels: "Oh, my! This is a treat, folks! We have former PWA international AND North American champ, Jimi JJ White! This is going to be a night to remember!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Once again, do I really have to keep saying this? Give me a break! We're draggin' in some old has-been and his flunky sidekick to push some spoiled little rich kid? What do we owe this guy a favor or something?"
Mark Daniels: "Actually, we owe this man a great deal for what he did for wrestling!"
Stephen T. Darling: "What he did TO wrestling, ya mean?"
Mark Daniels: "Why don't you give ME a break!??!"
Suddenly, the jungle drums pound out a warlike rhythm as a scrawny little guy with a pimp walking stick leads out a monster of a man who is dressed in a Polynesian grass skirt and no shirt; sporting white makeup markings all over his body. He looks like the classic jungle savage carrying a authentic looking spear and long pointed shield. He steps out onto the stage and raises both hands holding the spear and shield and shakes it as he yells and screams at the man in the ring.
Tony Allen: "And his opponent. From the darkest reaches of Africa, weighing in this evening at Three hundred and Ten pounds. King...CONGOOOO!
Mark Daniels: "Holy, Shit!! What in the HELL is THAT?"
Stephen T. Darling: "THAT, as you so abruptly put it, is a human being! And he is about to kick that scrawny little kid in the ring from one end to the other!"
As they make their way down to the ring, the smaller man is warning the fans not to get to close.
Slick: "Now, stay back! He's a man eater! Keep your arms behind the barricade at all times!"
Unfortunately, one or two of the fans don't take him seriously and reach in. Suddenly, King Congo goes berserk and lunges at the idiot fan! It takes all of Slick's strength to get the savages attention away from what he thought would be his next meal. With masterful skill, Slick redirects his attention to the ring and Jimi James White. Suddenly, Congo rushes the ring causing ICE COLD to vacate out the other side. This leaves King to rage around the ring shaking his spear at White in rage. ICE COLD doesn't know whether to laugh or cry right now.
Stephen T. Darling: "Oh, this is going to be a short match!"
Mark Daniels: "Don't count on it! Take a look!"
As the savage rages, Ice Cold slides in the ring behind him and flips Slick out onto the floor! Unfortunately, that gets the attention of the monster as he turns and runs at White. JJ ducks as his father, partner and friend make it to ringside. Ice Cold rebounds off the ropes and and comes back with a FRISTBITE kick right onto Congos chin as he turns!
Mark Daniels: "OH! That ought to be IT!!"
You can hear Darling laughing: "Oh, yeah? Look!"
King Congo is knocked back into the ropes, but comes rebounding back with a massive clothesline!! This bounces White hard onto the mat. Congo follows up with a huge elbow drop! ICE COLD barely rolls out of the way as the King hits the mat hard!
Stephen T. Darling: "WHOA!! He better be glad that didn't connect! Talk about wrapup!"
Congo is slow off the mat, as is JJ. Suddenly, Slick is up on the ropes yelling at the referee.
Mark Daniels: "Oh, come on! Get him off the apron, ref!"
Suddenly, King Congo grabs his spear and connects with ICE COLD's crotch! The large wrestler quickly ditches the spear as Jackpot Shamrock jumps to the apron! In a flash, he's in the ring in pursuit of Congo. Slick is quick to point Shamrock's actions out. The referee catches him midring as Mickey tries to explain to the referee, but he's hearing none of it.
Mark Daniels: "Blatant lowblow! He should be disqualified!!"
Stephen T. Darling: "I didn't see nothin'!"
Quickly and decisively, the referee throws the sign to send everyone on ICE COLD's side out. White protests and the referee decides to allow one for a manager. White's dad, JJ, steps up and claims the spot sending Disco Joe and Shamrock to the back after much protest.
Stephen T. Darling: "Ha! Serves those dirty cheaters good! Outta just throw out the match!"
Mark Daniels: "Are we watching the same match?"
As the two combatants start to circle each other, JJ White steps over and starts telling Slick where it's out. Congo gives ICE COLD a kick to the gut and goes for a powerslam in the middle of the ring.
Stephen T. Darling: "Oh, Gawd! That was devastating!! How much longer can he keep getting up from that?"
White tries to get up, but Congo is already on him! He grabs him by the head and pulls him up. Suddenly, he yanks him into the air into a military press. After smiling for the camera, he slams JJ Jr. hard onto the mat.
Mark Daniels: "OH MY LORD!!!"
Stephen T. Darling: "DANNNNG!!!!!"
The referee turns to warn JJ White to keep his distance as Congo drops on ICE COLD for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
The only problem is the referee was detracted and didn't start the count on time. Miraculously, White kicks out!
Stephen T. Darling: "Oh, come on ref!! Pay attention to the match!"
Mark Daniels: "What? We agree on something??"
King Congo is furious and back the referee in the corner screaming viciously at him. As the elder JJ turns toward his corner, Slick jumps on the apron again.
Mark Daniels: "Oh, no, here we go!"
JJ White Sr. runs and jumps on the apron, nailing Slick with a clothesline that sends both managers slamming onto the floor! King Congo is still berating the referee who is afraid of being eaten. ICE COLD pulls himself over and connects with his own lowblow and tries to roll up Congo!
ONE...
TWO...
King Congo throws Ice Cold clean across the ring! Suddenly, the African savage is up and is waiting for JJ to get up!
Stephen T. Darling: "Oh, here is goes!"
ICE COLD gets up and turns into an abominable spear! But, instead of pinning him, Congo climbs to second rope in the corner.
Mark Daniels: "Oh, no! This is adding insult to injury!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Hell, injury to injury!"
Congo launches into the VOODOO DROP!! He connects and drags White to the middle of the ring. Putting one foot on the unconscious body of ICE COLD, he waits arrogantly for the three count!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Slick rolls back in, limping a little.
Tony Allen: "Here is your winner and advancing to Round Two! King...CONGOOO!!!"
Mark Daniels: "White might need medical attention!"
Stephen T. Darling: "White might be dead!"
We see Slick holding up Congo’s hand and luring him away from further mauling the downed White! The crowd gives a mixed response as King Congo screams at the crowd and holds his shield and spear high! As backstage personnel go to check on White the camera cuts backstage.
Zero is seen backstage with the Free-For-All Title draped over his shoulder with a ref following him down the backstage hallway. He passes several various backstage personnel as he makes his way through the winding passageways of the HEW Arena. He rounds a corner and gets blasted in the face by an aluminum bat causing him to drop his belt and the ref to take a few steps back as Nobody jabs the bat into Zero's stomach doubling him over before whipping him into a nearby black equipment container. Nobody moves over to another container and begins to push it across the floor thanks to the rollers and rams it against Zero to sandwhich him between the two containers. Nobody goes over and grabs Zero's head lifting it up before smashing him face first into the container, he does this several times before pushing the rear container away so Zero can fall to the floor. Nobody rolls him over and pins his shoulders to the floor as the ref moves in to make the count.
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TWO...
THREE-NO, Nobody raises Zero's head in time to break the pin on purpose.
Nobody gets up and stands over the still downed Zero before picking up the Free-For-All belt, looking at it for several moments as the ref looks on before dropping it on Zero's chest.
Nobody: "No, it's not going to be that easy, of that I can assure you."
Nobody then slowly starts to back away until he is off camera as it turns to focus on the downed Zero before cutting back to the commentary table as Daniels and Darling look on with disbelief.
Stephen T. Darling: "The guys a bloody sociopath, why was he even hired in the first place?"
Mark Daniels: "Nobody just assaulted Zero backstage and could of won the title but he broke the pin before the three count. If that's not sending a message then I don't know what is."
"Hate To Say I Told You So" blares through the speakers as D. C. Wiland makes his way down to the ring. A few of the fans stretch their arms out, looking for a high-five, but Wiland merely ignores them, as he casually strolls down to the arena, climbs the turnbuckle, and taunts the crowd with his theme song's chorus.
Tony Allen: "The following is a singles contest, and it is part of the HEW Capture The Crown Tournament! Introducing first, from the finest corners of Buffalo, New York, 'The Main Man', D! C! WILAAAAAAND!"
The crowd react with slight irritation at the wrestler's lack of interaction, but they don't have much time to dwell on it, as soon another song starts up on the HEW Arena's PA system. This time, it's 'Issues', by Escape The Fate, announcing the arrival of Wiland's opponent!
Tony Allen: "And his opponent, from New York City, weighing in at 177 pounds, RAIDEEEEEEEN BLAZE!"
The wrestler who now appears in the platform could not be more different from the aloof Wiland. Blaze slaps every hand in sight, nearly throwing himself over the barricade, a huge grin plastered on his features. His almost childish excitement earns him the disdain of one of the commentators.
Stephen T. Darling: "Look at this clown!"
His co-host, Mark Daniels, settles for a more impartial analysis.
Mark Daniels: "A very interesting matchup here, as both these boys are residents of the state of New York!"
Darling expresses surprise at this information.
Stephen T. Darling: "Really? I thought Blaze was a resident of the circus!"
As the commentators engage in their banter, Blaze has taken to the ring, and is cheerfully trying to get Wiland to shake his hand. When the Buffalo native refuses to do so, he shrugs helplessly and mugs to the crowd, definitely winning them over.
Mark Daniels: "The crowd getting behind this young man, Raiden Blaze, here...!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Bunch'a' sheep...!"
Soon after, the bell rings, and the match is underway!
Wiland goes on the offense first, rushing forward with a clothesline. Blaze ducks under, and his opponent's momentum carries him forth to smash against the turnbuckle. Raiden stops and mugs to the crowd, but Wiland's impact was not as forceful as he thought, and the 'Main Man' is back on the attack almost instantly, catching Blaze from behind with a neck-severing running clothesline. As Blaze topples forward, he nimbly hops to the second rope and connects with a diving elbow drop, for the first pin!
ONE...!
Blaze reacts almost immediately, but Wiland still has the upper hand, as he flings his opponent to the ropes. Raiden clings on for dear life, but is not quick enough to prevent Wiland from connecting with a running elbow smash. This is followed by a series of chops, gleefully counted out by the crowd. By the end of the series, Raiden is groggy, and easy prey to Wiland's falling neckbreaker, followed by another pin.
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TW..
Raiden gets a shoulder up at one and a half!
Mark Daniels: "D. C. Wiland starting off strong here, and Raiden Blaze just barely staying alive!"
Stephen T. Darling: "I told you this guy was a clown!"
Presently, Wiland is once again Irish-whipping Raiden to the ropes on the opposite side. This time, however, the young babyface comes alive, and clings on to the ropes, breaking his momentum. When Wiland rushes at him, he athletically jumps to the top rope and connects with a Senton!
Stephen T. Daniels: "Whoa! Impressive move there from Raiden Blaze! How'd he recover so quickly?!"
This time, Stephen Darling merely mutters something indistinct, as Blaze has gone for the pin and gotten a one and a half count. Retaining the upper hand, the young face attempts to lock a sleeper hold on his opponent, but Wiland shakes him off irritably. As the 'Main Man' turns around, however, he is nailed with a dropkick from Blaze, quickly followed by a standing moonsault, and another cover!
ONE...
TWO...
Shoulders up at two!
Mark Daniels: "What an exciting match to start us off here tonight! Both of these men clearly deserving of a shot at the title!"
Stephen T. Darling: "If you say so, Mark..."
In the ring, the momentum has shifted back to Wiland, after Blaze has crashed and burned on an enzuiguri and been hit instead with another diving elbow drop. Wiland gets his opponent to his feet, Irish whips him across, then connects with a back body drop. He then runs to the opposite turnbuckle, climbs it, and waits for his opponent to come to. As the groggy Raiden gets to his feet, Wiland sizes him up before connecting with a brutal flying forearm smash, almost ripping Blaze's neck off!
Stephen T. Darling: "Ouch! That's gotta hurt! That's how you tell the men from the boys, Mark!"
Wiland goes for the cover!
ONE...
TWO...
TH...
No! Raiden's shoulders are up at two and a half, causing Wiland to yell out in frustration. He picks his opponent up and sets him up for a vertical suplex. Raiden, however, is thrashing wildly, and somehow manages to reverse the position into a sleeper hold! Wiland is caught unawares, and thrashes about for a few moments himself, trying to get to the ropes. Seeing that he is too far away, he surprises Raiden by tossing him forcibly overhead! As the young face lands on the mat, his grimace of pain indicates damage to his back. Realizing this, Wiland smirks cockily, sizing his opponent up like a predator assessing his prey. He makes no move, however, merely waiting for Raiden Blaze to get up, taunting him all the while.
Mark Daniels: "Wiland almost had him there but it looks like he is ready to end this match!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Good, this clown's fifteen minutes were up long ago!"
Blaze slowly stirs, trying to muster what strength he has left to rise to his feet. Wiland watches on with fire in his eyes waiting like a shark watching a wounded seal. Blaze uses the ropes to pull himself up, the pain on his face as the crowd tries to warn him not to turn around. Inching himself around he gets quickly pulled in by the waiting Wiland who hooks an arm and his head lifting him straight up in the air full vertical. Blaze desperately kicks his feet and manages to float over and land on his feet behind Wiland! Blaze hooks the arms, turns and nails the Paralyzer! The crowd cheers wildly as Raiden rolls Wiland over and covers him for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE-NO Wiland gets his shoulder up at the last possible second!
Mark Daniels: "My god how close was that?!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Too close that stupid clown almost won!"
Raiden slowly rolls over and sits up, glancing over his shoulder at Wiland who is still down. Raiden forces himself up one more time and starts to taunt Wiland, urging him to get back up, almost pleading for him to get back up to his feet one last time. The pain on Raiden's face has turned into desperation as Wiland slowly stirs, rolling himself over and crawling to the ropes using them to haul himself up. Wiland is on his feet with his back to Raiden as victory seems so close. Wiland takes a few groggy steps backwards and Raiden hooks the arms and hits the Paralyzer a second time! The crowd is on their feet as Raiden pushes Wiland over and drapes an arm across him!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE! Ding Ding Ding! The match is over, Raiden has beaten D.C. Wiland!
Stephen T. Darling: "No! I want a re count!"
Mark Daniels: "After two Paralyzers Raiden has done it! He's pinned Wiland and moves on in the tournament!"
Stephen T. Darling: "No! There is no way that clown should of won!"
The ref helps Raiden to his feet and lifts his arm into the air as the crowd cheers for Raiden's victory. Wiland is helped out of the ring and taken backstage as Raiden celebrates in the ring.
Tony Allen: "Ladies and Gentlemen here is your Winner and who will advance to Round 2 of the Capture the Crown Tournament.....RAIDEEEEEEEN BLAZE!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Wiland should of won this match! This is a travesty!"
Mark Daniels: "Ladies and Gentlemen thank you for joining us here tonight I am Mark Daniels here with my broadcast partner Stephen. T Darling-"
Stephen T. Darling: "Travesty!"
Mark Daniels: "And we will see you all again next time."
"Issues" sounds off on the PA system while Raiden drops to his knees in the middle of the ring releived the match is over as the crowd cheers him off. The camera soon fades to black.
I was going to send in one, but then life got in the way and I ended up having no time or stamina. Look for it on the next show, either as part of the show itself or as one of the RPs for it.