Uprising 2011
Pay-Per-View Event
9.00PM - 12.00AM PST
Amway Center
Orlando, Florida
Sunday, July 10th, 2011
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The holds and moves exhibited in the following program are performed by trained professionals and should not be attempted by the viewing audience under any circumstances. |
Security Member: Good evening, Mr. Hartnell. We've been awaiting your arrival.
Jason Hartnell: Well I suppose you would. I am the orchestrator of this entire event afterall... in more ways than one.
Security Member: Do you require anything from me or my team at present, sir?
Jason Hartnell: Not at this stage. If I do, one of my staff will call upon you. Make sure you're prepared. (looking around) Dan here yet?
Security Member: I thought he'd be travelling with you, sir.
Jason Hartnell: You'd think so, wouldn't you? But no, he didn't. Rather, he insisted on making his own way here. Quite frankly, I have no idea wh-
(Jason Hartnell is suddenly cut off mid sentence by the sound of an obnoxious car horn as a 2010 Kia Sorento aggressively ploughs into shot, the driver performing a handbrake turn as he slides sideways into a once vacant carpark -- the security team ducking for cover as Hartnell simply shakes his head, adjusts the knot of his tie and pushes each championship belt further up each of his shoulders. Moments later, Dan Pandora appears in shot -- flicking the keys into his pocket as he walks towards the SSW President...)
Jason Hartnell: Bro, that car is so last year.
Dan Pandora: And yet, strangely enough, my win over you on the basketball court is still as fresh in my mind as if it were yesterday. (looking closer at Harty) Nice suit.
Jason Hartnell: Tom Ford.
Dan Pandora: I was referring to the championship belts you have adorning it. Why don't you pass one of those over to me to carry?
Jason Hartnell: (handing Dan the SSW South American Title) You're sounding more and more like Scott every day, Dan.
Dan Pandora: (slinging the belt over his right shoulder) That's an insult in any language.
(And with that, Harty and Krunch make their way towards the main entrance to the Amway Center, the final shot consisting of the security team pulling themselves together as we fade out...)
Voice: And now... HBO pay-per-view presents... SSW UPRISING!
(The scene opens up inside the sold-out Amway Center in Orlando, Florida as "One Way Trip" by Lil Wayne and Kevin Rudolf is heard to be reverberating against the walls of the arena. The cameras swarm the sea of humanity from overhead as rabid fans frantically wave their signs about in hopes of getting on television. We pass a plethora of signs that read "BRENT KERSH = SSW WORLD CHAMP", "TOUCHÉ DUSHANE!", "GALCA IS HANNIBAL LECTER'S LOVE CHILD!", "THE (UN)NATURAL PETE CORMIER", "KRUNCH IS MY DRINKING BUDDY!", "NOX IS A ROCK SUPERSTAR!", "MY GIRLFRIEND TOUCHES HERSELF TO SSW!", "§PARROW IS HARDKORE", "I'M ON DIRDEY TV" and "HARTNELL IS THE MASKED PRESIDENT". Pyrotechnics begin detonating from the entrance way, hyping the crowd up even more as the smoke begins to disperse throughout the arena. The cameras swarm the crowd, cutting between various cinematic angles as the commentators for tonight's event take charge...)
Matt Ford: WELCOME TO SUNSHINE STATE WRESTLING! WELCOME TO... UPRISING! WE ARE LIVE IN FRONT OF A CAPACITY AMWAY CENTER CROWD OF ALMOST TWENTY THOUSAND SCREAMING FANS, AND WE'RE GLAD YOU COULD JOIN US FROM WHEREVER YOU MAY BE! Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I'm Matt Ford alongside my broadcast colleague Willy Williams. And Willy, the feeling inside this arena is nothing short of ELECTRIC!
Willy Williams: You can say that again, Matt! Florida loves Sunshine State Wrestling and since day one, they've turned out in record setting numbers to support their own hometown brand of entertainment! And I'm certain that the SSW superstars in the back will in return make tonight a memorable one!
Matt Ford: The main focus tonight, of course, is to crown champions within this company. And we have two SSW championship belts up for grabs in Orlando! The first of them is the SSW South American Title, the holder of which will be determined by an eight man tournament -- the last man remaining being crowned the champion! Willy, who do you like?
Willy Williams: Rosie Huntington-Whiteley.
Matt Ford: I meant to win the tournament.
Willy Williams: Oh! I'm going to have to split my vote between JahMon Rastafari and Birdo Beamen. For my mind, these guys have the benefit of in-ring experience in SSW. They've both competed in a handful of matches and they're match fit, whereas up and comers Sebastian Galca and Pete Cormier only have one or two bouts to their name. This one is going to come down to endurance, and I just feel because of that -- they're going to struggle to get three wins in one night.
Matt Ford: It's a tough call, but one thing I know about tournaments of this nature is that there are always one or two upsets.
Willy Williams: Well, time will tell I suppose.
Matt Ford: And then of course, Willy, that leaves the BIG ONE. The main event! A fatal four-way match for the SSW Heavyweight Championship!
Willy Williams: Man, I've got chills just thinking about that one! I'll save my prediction on that for later in the evening, but it's going to be one HELL of a contest to say the least! All four individuals are in tremendous physical condition and there's no questioning the desire of any of them -- they ALL want this one badly!
Matt Ford: But only ONE can walk away with the championship gold! (putting his hand up to his right ear) Folks, I've received word that something is happening outside the arena. We'll take you there now!
(The scene shifts to outside the Amway Arena where SSW's first pay-per-view event has just commenced. There are still a few fans lingering around the merchandise tables along with food vendors lining the pavement leading to the front entrance. The camera quickly changes its focus onto a Jeep Wrangler flying into shot, jacked up with a thirty inch lift gate, a winch, and a headlight bar on the roof...)
Matt Ford: Willy, it's "The Natural"! He's tearing up the parking lot in his Jeep!
Willy Williams: I can see that, Matt. And it looks like his buddy Ric Martin is riding shotgun.
(The camera shows Pete Cormier and Ric Martin laughing hysterically as they head straight for the merchandise tables. There is a ton of clothing items with Sebastian Galca's face on them, some Antoine Rage t-shirts, along with some of the other SSW superstars...)
Matt Ford: Oh my god, Willy! Pete Cormier just smashed through all of the tables in his Jeep Wrangler with Ric Martin. These guys think it's funny!
Willy Williams: I don't know what has gotten into Cormier, Matt. Is he high?
(The camera remains focused on Pete Cormier as he takes his Jeep into the arena through the loading dock. He navigates his way through the backstage area, driving like a maniac and heading towards what looks like the entrance to the ring...)
Matt Ford: Pete Cormier has just made what is a grand entrance here at Uprising!
(Pete Cormier and Ric Martin get out of the Jeep Wrangler and step into the ring. With a microphone in hand, Cormier begins to address the crowd...)
Pete Cormier: Oh man! Sometimes your day just calls for a little fun! But now that that is over with, I am here to get down to business. I'm not here to talk about Donnie Boy Devlin because we all know he's no match for me. What I am out here to find out is how many of you guys want to see me smash in Galca's mask?
(Cormier points the microphone to the crowd and cheers erupt throughout the arena...)
Pete Cormier: How many of you want to see the masked fairy beat me?
(Cormier again points the mic to the crowd as they fill the arena with loud boos...)
Pete Cormier: That's what I thought. Now, how many of you want to see me defeat him and become the first South American Champion?
(The crowd reverts back to cheering before a few referees and members of the Orlando Police Department appear from the backstage area, heading towards the ring...)
Matt Ford: These guys are definitely in some trouble now, Willy.
Willy Williams: Matt, I just heard Ric Martin tell Cormier to get out of here and he'll handle it. Pete Cormier is jumping through the crowd.
Matt Ford: This place is rocking tonight, Willy.
Willy Williams: Oh a chair shot! Did you hear that? Ric Martin just laid out that referee!
Matt Ford: Willy, that's the same ref who turned a blind eye to Sebastian Galca cheating Cormier for the win!
Willy Williams: Ric Martin is making the Police and SSW referees backtrack up the stage because of that chair! What a night it's going to be! I hope Cormier and Galca fight it out tonight for the title -- there's obviously still plenty of unfinished business between the pair... or at least as far as Cormier is concerned.
(The scene fades out...)
Olivia Stephenson: Making your final preparations, sir?
Jason Hartnell: Just waiting on Dan. He's cutting the sleeves off of an otherwise quality suit... again. It's criminal.
Olivia Stephenson: I see. Do you know which watch you'd like to wear tonight, Mr. Hartnell?
Jason Hartnell: Bring me the case -- I'll take a look.
(Olivia grabs a polished stainless steel briefcase out of a nearby cabinet, bringing it over to Harty who sits down in his plush leather armchair. He takes the briefcase from her possession and flips it open on his desk to reveal an assortment of watches -- Olivia watching on over his shoulder...)
Jason Hartnell: It definitely has to have a black band.
(Harty stares intently at the contents of the briefcase, his eyes scanning every piece in his collection...)
Jason Hartnell: White gold with black diamonds. A total of 34.5 karats. Manually wound tourbillon. Power reserve indicator. This is the one for tonight.
Olivia Stephenson: The Hublot Million $ Black Caviar Bang? Excellent choice, sir.
(She removes the timepiece from the briefcase as Harty holds up his left wrist, Olivia fastening it on for him...)
Jason Hartnell: Love your work.
Olivia Stephenson: And your choice of fragrance, sir?
Jason Hartnell: (glancing at his watch) I'm thinking Armani.
Olivia Stephenson: May I recommend Armani Attitude? It fits you perfectly.
Jason Hartnell: (standing up and squinting) Is that an insult or a compliment, Ms. Stephenson?
Olivia Stephenson: A little of both, sir.
Jason Hartnell: (grinning) I like your honesty. Attitude it is.
(Olivia grabs the fragrance off of a stand, spritzing Harty's neck area. He pushes his shirt sleeves up slightly and holds his wrists out, Olivia spritzing them as well as Dan Pandora enters the room, dressed in a black suit complete with a now sleeveless jacket...)
Dan Pandora: Am I interrupting?
Jason Hartnell: (pushing his shirt sleeves back down) Always. I see you butchered another perfectly good suit jacket. Hope it's not a rental.
Dan Pandora: Actually, it is. And I told them to send the bill care of Sunshine State Wrestling.
Jason Hartnell: You're such an asshole. (turning towards Olivia) See what I have to put up with?
(Ms. Stephenson smiles as she exits the room...)
Dan Pandora: Hey, old habits are hard to contain. Besides, I feel about as comfortable in a monkey suit as Brent Kersh does doing a two step with a lady friend.
Jason Hartnell: From what I hear, the ICE COLD stare actually works on the dance floor...
Dan Pandora: For a good while now, I believed his ice cold stare was a front used to distract from the fact that he was staring at my bulge.
Jason Hartnell: Really? That's funny, because I always just assumed he had chronic constipation. And with the products we have on the market these days, there's really no excuse for it. But this whole "won't physically compete against a woman" thing has me perplexed. I almost bet that Kersh is into dominatrix.
Dan Pandora: Just because he shivers after one look in Nox's direction doesn't mean anything. She's a new breed. And more importantly, she hasn't treated him to a cup of coffee.
Jason Hartnell: Isn't coffee a laxative? That could prove helpful if he is in fact suffering from uncooperative bowels.
Dan Pandora: It's not helpful when coffee makes you bleed. That's not regular, my friend.
Jason Hartnell: What isn't regular is proclaiming to be an ultimate fighter one moment and in the very next breath, sidestepping any mention of knocking out the Nox.
Dan Pandora: Jase, it's not circa 2009. After all we went through with that Shabree situation, he's an improved Brent Kersh. I already see it in his style. It's like he was granted a new pair of lungs. If I could bet on this match without the IRS getting involved, I would...
Jason Hartnell: Who says it has to be a monetary bet, Dan? I know of a 2010 Kia Sorento that has "wager" written all over it.
Dan Pandora: (seemingly interested) Really? And what, may I ask, would the almighty Hartnell be willing to put at stake here? Title shot? Threesome? All paid vacation to Graceland?
Jason Hartnell: How about all of the above? Not to mention a custom Hartnell designed watch. What do you say, Dan? In the event that I win, I'll even let you keep the decals.
Dan Pandora: Do you really hate losing to me that much?
Jason Hartnell: No. I hate losing, period.
Dan Pandora: Well, prepare to be 0 and 2 against me.
Jason Hartnell: That, much like a Dan Pandora World Heavyweight Title reign, is just not on the cards.
Dan Pandora: There's only one way to find out, isn't there?
(Dan extends his hand, Harty accepting the handshake as a huge shit eating grin spreads across his face...)
Dan Pandora: Jase, you wouldn't happen to have Kersh's phone number on hand would you?
Jason Hartnell: For you?
Dan Pandora: Yeah.
Jason Hartnell: No.
Dan Pandora: You moth-... and wipe that smile off your face.
Jason Hartnell: Sure, considering I'll be wiping yours off permanently when the night is done, meathead.
Dan Pandora: Well here's something to help your smile. Don't be surprised if you receive a bill in the coming days for a detail on MY Kia Sorento.
Jason Hartnell: (pulling on his Initium All-in sunglasses) When this night is over, remind me that you and I need to have a little sit down.
Dan Pandora: I'll be sure to neglect to mention that.
(Both men disappear out the door, Dan closing it behind him as the scene fades out...)
Nicole Suárez: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time please give a warm welcome to your hosts for this evening -- the SSW President... Mr. Sadistic himself... JASON HARTNELL!!! And alongside him, the SSW Senior Advisor... the man known as Krunch... DAN PANDORA!!!
(Right at that moment, the air raid sirens of Disturbed's "Indestructible" begin sounding throughout the arena, prompting the crowd to jump to their feet with a thunderous ovation as pyrotechnics detonate from the entrance way and ring area. As the first verse of the track kicks in, Jason Hartnell and Dan Pandora step out from behind the curtain -- stopping at the top of the platform. Krunch is all business whilst Harty, in polar opposite fashion, is soaking in the adulation of the masses as he stares out at twenty thousand screaming Orlando fans. He adjusts his Initium shades with a large grin on his face and spreads his arms wide, the flashbulbs flickering in every which direction. After a short period of time, the pair begin to make their way down to the ring, Krunch avoiding the outstretched arms of the fans as Hartnell makes an attempt to slap as many as he can -- even stopping midway down to pose for a photo with a group of young girls...)
Dan Pandora: Can we make it to the ring before the end of next week, Jase?
Jason Hartnell: Don't rush greatness, man.
(After signing a Jason Hartnell poster belonging to a young boy followed immediately by signing his mother's cleavage, President Hartnell finally makes it to ringside -- climbing the steel ring steps and entering between the top and middle ropes as Dan Pandora follows suit. Nicole hands them each an SSW branded microphone before exiting the ring, leaving the company's two most influential powers to take center stage. After waiting for the cheers of sold-out crowd to die down, Dan Pandora officially starts off proceedings...)
Dan Pandora: Ladies and gentlemen, standing next to me is a nine time World Heavyweight Champion who has obtained any accolade worth achieving within this industry and is the proud holder of one of the most formidable win / loss records of all time. In my mind, he is the greatest individual this business has ever seen and his name will forever be synonymous with excellence. The President of Sunshine State Wrestling. He is my close personal friend, ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Sadistic himself -- Jason Hartnell.
(The crowd erupts with cheers as Jason Hartnell nods in appreciation, pointing out at the Orlando fans and scanning the crowd with his index finger. Once the cheers begin to die down, Harty draws the microphone to his lips...)
Jason Hartnell: And he's Dan Pandora.
(The crowd laughs as Krunch turns and eyeballs Harty with a look that'd kill a wild grizzly bear mid maul...)
Jason Hartnell: What?
Dan Pandora: Why'd I even agree to do this?
Jason Hartnell: Don't be like that bro.
Dan Pandora: Well, you can't do it this time, Jase. Nah... you have to inject the following from this point on in reference to me. "One half of the most dominating Tag Team Champions in TWD history, and most importantly, the last man to ever beat Jason Hartnell before his retirement." You know where I'm going with this...
(Dan digs into his suit pocket and pulls out the keys to his Kia Sorento -- dangling them in front of President Hartnell's face...)
Jason Hartnell: (shaking his head) That car's going to be the death of me one day. By the way, I spotted some rust around your left headlight assembly -- you'll want to get onto that.
Dan Pandora: Wait, what?
Jason Hartnell: (turning his attention to the crowd) Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Sunshine State Wrestling's first pay-per-view event -- Uprising. Since our inception, this night is what we've all been working towards. Tonight, we establish two champions. Tonight, we establish a pecking order. Tonight... we crown shot callers.
(The crowd cheers in approval as Harty continues with his address...)
Jason Hartnell: For some, tonight is an opportunity to step up and stake their claim as a company powerhouse.. and as a bankable superstar. For others, it presents the possibility to fall down the ladder -- to undo the hard work that has put them on this stage to begin with. Who those successes and failures turn out to be will be determined over the course of the next two and a half hours.
Dan Pandora: Under the bright lights of a large scale arena, with twenty thousand sets of eyes looking on, and with numerous others watching live via their television sets -- some find their true calling. Others... simply find it too much. Nights like these separate the contenders from the pretenders, the real from the phony, and the elite from the run-of-the-mill.
Jason Hartnell: That's exactly right, Dan.
Dan Pandora: It also presents the opportunity for those in the corporate sector of the industry to have their choice of fragrance sprayed onto various parts of their anatomy as they smooth their eyebrows in the mirror.
Jason Hartnell: (covering the top of the mic) What are you doing? Stick to what we rehearsed this afternoon, douche bag. (uncovering the mic) Dean Jacobs is not here tonight, Dan. As for all of you in attendance here tonight, this is th-
Dan Pandora: I wasn't talking about Dean Jacobs, Jase... unless he's suddenly grown his hair out significantly, sprouted a closely trimmed beard and consumed numerous vials of HGH like it's-
(Harty quickly and subtly motions to the production crew to cut Dan's microphone feed...)
Jason Hartnell: (laughing awkwardly) Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize -- Dan has unfortunately been drinking backstage so if his ramblings are not making any sense to you... that's why.
(Dan begins to speak but nothing is heard, causing him to tap his microphone and inspect it closer...)
Jason Hartnell: What's that, buddy? Oh, your microphone has broken? Damn, that's a shame. Could have happened to anyone. Well everybody, enjoy the show and don't forget to grab your official commemorative program of tonight's event during the course of the evening. And thank you for coming out and supporting the SSW product in true Orlando fashion.
(The crowd responds with deafening cheers as "Indestructible" by Disturbed again hits the P.A. system, President Hartnell handing his microphone back to Nicole Suárez while Krunch launches his about seventeen rows back into the crowd. The pair exit the ring together, Harty again making time for the fans as he and Dan share an inaudible conversation before the scene fades out...)
Matt Ford: We've got "The Enforcer" in the back preparing for the main event later tonight.
Willy Williams: And he has his manager, so to speak, right beside him.
Matt Ford: What a wonderful gesture on the part of Kersh to ask Dale Gardner to accompany him to the ring for such a huge contest.
Willy Williams: After what the Gardner family has been through with the illness and death of their son, I'll definitely agree that it tells you a little bit about Brent Kersh for him to request Gardner's presence here tonight.
Matt Ford: Definitely in one of the-
Willy Williams: Uh-oh!
(Boos ring out over the airwaves as the presence of Jake Dirden is introduced to the left of the scene. Dirden stands over Kersh with his hands on his hips only to receive a slow, confident glare from "The Enforcer"...)
Jake Dirden: Brent!
Brent Kersh: Jake!
(The Texas native adjusts his position in order to bring himself to his feet in a casual manner. Standing only inches away from each other, Dirden and Kersh stare into each other's eyes...)
Jake Dirden: We need to talk.
Brent Kersh: I've talked way too much over the past two weeks, Dirden. I'm done talking.
Jake Dirden: You don't get it, do you? I'm offering you a chance to be on the winning side.
Brent Kersh: I get it, Dirden. I really do, but what you don't get is Brent Kersh doesn't take chances on winning. I either win or I lose and then I move on to the next challenge.
(Dirden gets a smile on his face as he lowers his eyes to the floor beneath his feet and begins to shake his head. Suddenly, Jake pulls his focus back to "The Enforcer", lifting his hand in a form of non-verbal exclamation...)
Jake Dirden: Look! This is pointless. You know what's at stake. You've been in this game long enough to make your own decisions. I just came to let you know one last time that you can and SHOULD make the best of this opportunity and accept my offer. Just let me know before the bell, okay?
(Dirden lets off a small shrug in the direction of the motionless Kersh before turning away and disappearing out of view. The onlooking fans are left with an image of "The Enforcer" as Dale Gardner looks on from over his left shoulder...)
Matt Ford: What in the world is Dirden talking about?
Willy Williams: It's obvious that Dirden is trying to convince "The Enforcer" that the two of them should team up here in Sunshine State Wrestling.
Matt Ford: Or moreso he's trying to convince him to join his own ruthless crusade. That... is not going to happen.
Willy Williams: I've seen stranger things.
Matt Ford: Yea, well... keep waiting on this one and you'll be waiting for some time.
(The scene fades out...)
Matt Ford: Well folks, we're about to kick off the SSW South American Title tournament with this first round match-up, which pits "Mainstreamin'" Birdo Beamen against Bryant Tanner. Willy, what's your take on this one?
Willy Williams: In my mind, there's no question -- Birdo Beamen takes this one. For one, he's been competing in Sunshine State Wrestling from the get-go and on the last two editions of South Beach Sunday has gone up against some of the strongest competition this company has to offer. In contrast, Tanner only has one match under belt -- that being against Don E. Devlin -- and he was far from convincing. Beamen advances.
Matt Ford: You make a strong argument, and we're about to find out if you're right.
Nicole Suárez: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a first round tournament match for the SSW South American Championship!!!
(The lights dim to black as Sunshine Vision lights up, showing a clip from the classic Ghostbusters movie with Peter, Ray and Egon in an elevator...)
Ray: You know, it’s just occurred to me -- we really haven’t had a completely successful test of this equipment.
Egon: I blame myself.
Peter: So do I.
Ray: No sense in worrying about it now.
Peter: Why worry? Each of us is wearing an unlicensed nuclear accelerator on his back.
Ray: Yep. Let's get ready. Switch me on.
(As Egon walks over and switches on the proton pack, "Ghost Busta Rhymes" by Ludachrist kicks in with pyros exploding from Sunshine Vision. Bryant steps out onto the stage and throws an arm up into the air, soaking in the cheers of the fans before power walking down to the ring, slapping hands on either side along the way...)
Nicole Suárez: Introducing first... from Tucson, Arizona... weighing 260 pounds... BRYANT TANNER!!!
(Tanner slides into the ring and hops up onto the second turnbuckle, egging the fans on in their cheering before jumping down and getting set for his match. After a brief moment of silence, Tinie Tempah's "Written in the Stars" turns the crowd's mood into negativity as "Mainstreamin'" Birdo Beamen struts out to the entrance ramp in his black with neon green trim wrestling attire. He stops before heading down the ramp and looks out at the fans that are vehemently spewing venom his way. He winks at a couple busty females and slaps one of the few hands sticking out as he casually struts towards the ring...)
Nicole Suárez: And his opponent... from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... weighing 240 pounds... "MAINSTREAMIN'" BIRDO BEAMEN!!!
(Beamen walks around ringside a bit before sliding in under the bottom rope and climbing onto the second turnbuckle in the bottom right corner. He pulls off his all black "FRESH PRINCE OF SOUTH BEACH" t-shirt and tosses it into the crowd before dropping down onto the mat and shaking his arms loose, waiting for the commencement of the match...)
Matt Ford: Beamen and Tanner circle each other for a few moments, both men looking for an early opening. Tanner quickly connects with a kick to the thigh of Beamen, who backs up and shakes it out -- having been caught by surprise there. As the pair close the gap again, Tanner again connects with a sharp kick -- this time to the inside knee of Beamen who wobbles slightly and again backs away.
Willy Williams: The Mainstreamin' superstar has decided he's had enough and quickly locks up with Tanner in the center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie-up. He backs Bryant Tanner into the corner, however Tanner quickly trades places with him -- keeping him (1..) pinned against (2..) the turnbuckles (3..) as the referee (4..) calls for him to make the break.
Matt Ford: The referee yanks Tanner away and as he lets him go, Beamen connects with a stiff boot to the face, taking Bryant Tanner off his feet! He connected with impact on that one, as that shot sounded throughout the arena.
Willy Williams: Beamen swaggers around the ring, shooting an evil look at this capacity crowd before walking up behind Tanner and grabbing hold of both his arms -- driving the point of his knee right into the small of Tanner's back!
Matt Ford: Tanner arches his back in pain as Beamen connects with a downward swinging arm to his right shoulder area... followed by one to the left. With his opponent still sitting upright, Beamen then proceeds to bounce off the ropes and kicks Tanner square in the face -- sending him down to the mat! Birdo Beamen quicks drops down for the cover and hooks the leg!
Matt Ford: Kickout at two by Tanner!
Willy Williams: Beamen has a look of frustration on his face as he drags Tanner over to the ropes, draping him across the middle strand before putting knee in his back -- using all his body weight along with the top rope (1..) for leverage to (2..) choke Tanner (3..) out! The official (4..) calls for a break and Birdo finally does so, the referee giving him a verbal admonishment however the Mainstreamin' superstar pays no attention whatsoever.
Matt Ford: Bryant Tanner catches Beamen off guard with a right hand to the midsection... and another one! Beamen quickly comes right back with a kick to the head, sending Tanner back down to the canvas. Birdo follows it up with a stomp to the solar plexus before dragging Tanner back up to his feet, escorting him over to a corner of the ring where he slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle!
Willy Williams: Beamen connects with a STRONG right hand to the face of Tanner which causes him to slump down in the corner, Birdo quickly placing his boot across his opponent's throat and -- using the ropes as leverage again -- begins to (1..) choke Bryant (2..) Tanner as the (3..) referee makes the (4..) call for him to break the hold.
Matt Ford: The referee has to physically pull Birdo Beamen off of Tanner, the official this time getting right in the face of Beamen who again does not show any regard for his instructions. A very groggy Tanner has meanwhile pulled himself up to his feet by the ropes, only to be hit by a CRUNCHING clothesline as Beamen sprints towards him and sandwiches him between his arm and the turnbuckles!
Willy Williams: Tanner drops to the canvas and Beamen quickly falls into a cover, hooking the leg as the official gets himself into position!
Willy Williams: Kickout at two! Beamen immediately locks in a reverse chinlock, applying pressure as he pulls back and upwards on the jaw area. Tanner manages to fight his way up to his feet and stomps on the foot of Beamen... and again! Beamen releases the hold and BURIES his knee deep into Tanner's midsection, putting him back down on the canvas.
Matt Ford: Beamen moves into a rear waistlock and hoists Tanner up for a belly to back suplex... countered into a crossbody block by Tanner in mid air! Shoulders down!
Willy Williams: Convincing kickout by Beamen who was almost caught out there. Both men are quick to their feet but it is Beamen who strikes with a firm boot the midsection before grabbing Tanner by the hair and launching him between the top and middle ropes to the outside!
Matt Ford: The Mainstreamin' superstar follows Tanner out and again lifts him to his feet, driving him abdominal first into the ring apron! Tanner collapses to the mat as Birdo gets up to his feet, this Orlando crowd continuing to roast him! Beamen pays them no attention as he lifts Tanner up to his feet, rolling him under the bottom rope and back into the ring.
Willy Williams: Birdo isn't far behind him as he re-enters, half stepping over Bryant before locking in another reverse chinlock. the referee checks Tanner for a give but doesn't get it, Tanner instead battling his way back up to his feet and driving the point of his elbow into Beamen's midsection! A second one does the trick but not for long, as again Beamen folds Tanner in half with a knee to the midsection!
Matt Ford: Beamen measures Tanner with a right hand but Tanner ducks underneath it before running towards the ropes and rebounding off... sunet flip by Tanner!
Matt Ford: Tanner almost immediately releases and allows Beamen to roll through before delivering a two legged stomp to Beamen's rib cage! Beamen is in considerable discomfort as both men battle to their feet, the Mainstreamin' superstar connecting with a boot to Tanner's midsection! Beamen backs his opponent against the ropes and Irish whips him across the ring... Tanner rebounds off the opposing ropes... and connects with a clothesline on Beamen! Beamen right back up... and another clothesline by Tanner!
Willy Williams: Beamen wobbles back up to his feet again and this time is put down by a dropkick from Tanner! There's the cover and a hook of the leg!
Matt Ford: Beamen powers out at two! Tanner quickly makes his way over towards the corner of the ring and climbs up to the top rope, perching on the turnbuckle... however Beamen spots him and rushes over, nailing him with a strong right hand to the face! Beamen continues to hammer away with right hands before climbing up to the second rope, clubbing Tanner across the spine!
Willy Williams: The Mainstreamin' superstar hooks Tanner, looking for a suplerplex off the second rope... but a right hand to the midsection by Tanner stops Beamen in his tracks. And another. Tanner grabs Beamen by the head and headbutts him, causing Beamen to fall from the second rope. Tanner again perches on the top turnbuckle but this time Beamen SWIPES TANNER'S LEGS OUT FROM UNDERNEATH HIM! Tanner hits chest first on the turnbuckle before awkwardly falling back into the ring!
Matt Ford: And can Beamen capitalize here and put Bryant Tanner away? Beamen makes his way over towards Tanner and lifts him up to his feet... THE MAINSTREAM DREAM! There it is! And this one is over. Goodnight, Bryant Tanner!
Matt Ford: Beamen advances!
Nicole Suárez: Here is your winner... "MAINSTREAMIN'" BIRDO BEAMEN!!!
Matt Ford: Birdo picks up the win in this round one match-up against Bryant Tanner and advances to the semi-finals.
Willy Williams: I told you, Matt. He's my pick to win it all and he's one third of the way to the SSW South American Championship!
Matt Ford: There's still plenty of work to be done by him though if he wants to walk out of Orlando tonight with the gold!
("Written In The Stars" by Tinie Tempah once again hits throughout the Amway Center as the referee raises the hand of a smug Birdo Beamen, the crowd letting out a loud chorus of boos as the Mainstreamin' superstar soaks them in and makes the motion of a championship belt around his waist. The scene fades out...)
WINNER: "Mainstreamin'" Birdo Beamen
(via pinfall)
JahMon Rastafari: Oh hello, mon. How you be?
Brent Kersh: Couldn't complain. And you?
JahMon Rastafari: I be alright. Is there a reason why you're staring at me?
Brent Kersh: Oh not really, just trying to figure something out.
JahMon Rastafari: What might that be, mon?
Brent Kersh: Trying to figure out what was going through your head a few weeks ago when you knocked that bottle out of my hand.
(A smile comes to JahMon's face...)
JahMon Rastafari: Like I said, mon, it was an accident.
Brent Kersh: Well let's hope there's no more accidents around here.
JahMon Rastafari: Sure, mon. Oh, and good luck tonight.
Brent Kersh: Likewise.
(Kersh walks away as JahMon smiles. As soon as Kersh is out of sight, JahMon makes a face that seems to say "whatever"...)
Matt Ford: What was that look all about?
(The scene fades out...)
Jason Hartnell: (on the phone) Yes hello, I'd like to report an illegally parked vehicle.
Tow Truck Company: Please hold the line, sir. We'll be right with you.
Jason Hartnell: No I won't hold. It's an emergency. There's a suspicious vehicle with a suspicious package on the ceiling frame. Looks to be ticking...
Tow Truck Company: Shouldn't you call 911?
Jason Hartnell: I don't have time for these bullshit questions. It's a late model Kia Sorento -- just get it out of here!
Tow Truck Company: (overheard in the background) Please dispatch to emergency services that we have a suspicious package inside of the Amway Center parking structure. Please send in a unit as soon as possible. (back on the line) Sir, I'll need a name for this incident report.
Jason Hartnell: A name? Uh... Scott Pandora.
(Harty tucks his iPhone back into his inside suit jacket pocket just as Dan Pandora enters the office, shutting the door behind him...)
Dan Pandora: What's going on?
Jason Hartnell: Some idiot parked in a restricted zone and is getting towed.
Dan Pandora: Oh. A sucker every minute.
Jason Hartnell: (holding back a laugh) You can say that again. Drink?
(Dan nods and Harty opens his top drawer, plonking a couple of crystal tumblers on his desk before reaching for a bottle of Glenlivet Nadurra. The scene fades out...)
Matt Ford: Well folks, this is another first round match-up in this tournament to crown our inaugural SSW South American Champion. It'll feature JahMon Rastafari, a local crowd favorite, and Antoine Rage -- a take charge veteran of the business.
Willy Williams: And JahMon's been on quite the roll since losing his very first match in Sunshine State Wrestling to Jake Dirden. Dirden's considered to be one of the top guys here in fact, and since that time -- JahMon has been undefeated. Can he keep that roll going tonight and take the first step towards capturing a piece of championship gold?
Matt Ford: We're about to get the answer to that question. Here's Nicole Suárez with the introductions!
Nicole Suárez: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a first round tournament match for the SSW South American Championship!!!
(After a few moments of silence, the initial melody of "Anxiety" by Black Eyed Peas begins to blare over the sound system as the arena is rocked by an avalanche of boos. Some fans are holding up anti-Rage signage that read such things as "Antoine Rage Sux!" and "Steroid Rage!" The first few lines of the song hit the airwaves as the black curtains slowly stir and the crowd erupts with more boos in anticipation of their antagonist....)
"I feel like I wanna smack somebody
Turn around and bitch slap somebody
But I ain't goin' out bro (no, no, no)
I ain't givin' into it (no, no, no)
Anxieties bash my mind in
Terrorizing my soul like Bin Laden..."
(Antoine Rage briskly steps out from the back and onto the ramp as silver fireworks explode from behind him. With a smirk on his face he begins his trek down the ramp as majority of the fans continue to show their dislike for Rage. He distastefully ignores them, while sporadically stopping here and there to exchange some heated words with parts of the crowd...)
Nicole Suárez: Introducing first... from Las Vegas, Nevada... weighing 250 pounds... ANTOINE RAGE!!!
(As Antoine reaches the ring, he hops onto the apron and steps through the ropes. Taunting the fans, he makes his way to all four sides of the squared circle before pausing in the middle of the ring to mouth off to the official. A short time after his music has died down, "Still Blazin" by Wiz Khalifa hits the P.A. system and the boos quickly switch to cheers from those in attendance...)
#Still blazin', still blazin', still blazin'
Cause ganja power it's so amazin
Give me the strength and protection, keep praisin'
Each and everydayeeee
(The beat kicks in...)
#Why can't everyone just smoke like me?
Just gimme quiet place and lemme roll my weed
Where ain't nobody in my business don't nobody gotta know
Let all your conscious go and blow it by the O
I'm here but my mind's gone
(Green smoke starts pouring from the stage and the ring and slowly floats into the crowd. A huge green pyro goes off at the top of the stage as JahMon steps out from behind the curtain. He smiles at the fans and puts his hand to his mouth in a "smoke up" sign. He walks down the ramp high fiving fans...)
Nicole Suárez: And his opponent... from Daytona Beach, Florida... weighing 235 pounds... JAHMON RASTAFARI!!!
#Why can't everyone just smoke like me?
Just get up out my face and lemme roll my weed
Where ain't nobody in my business, don't nobody gotta know
Let's all learn how to roll and blow it by the O
I'm here but my mind's gone
(As he hits the ring, the lights go out and a green spotlight shines down on him. JahMon hops on a random turnbuckle as the green smoke pours out from under the ring and then backflips to the center of the squared circle awaiting the sound of the bell...)
Matt Ford: We're ready to kick things off in this one, folks. There's the bell as both these individuals circle one another, looking for a collar and elbow tie-up... no! Quick kick to the midsection of Rage by Rastafari has the Jamaican native on the offensive first. JahMon follows up with a strong forearm smash to the face that sends Rage stumbling into a corner of the ring, his opponent following closely behind!
Willy Williams: JahMon delivers a couple of firm boots to the midsection before unleashing with a barrage of right hands that rock Antoine Rage in the corner! He continues hammering away on him until the official intervenes, pulling him away. As JahMon rushes back in, Rage catches him in the jaw with a stiff boot -- sending him down to the canvas!
Matt Ford: That boot caught JahMon flush on the jaw there! Rage walks over and clubs him firmly across the back of the neck, collapsing Rastafari back down to the canvas. He drags the Jamaican native up to his feet by his dreads and Irish whips him with enormous velocity into the corner turnbuckles -- Rastafari's spine impacting with brutal force.
Willy Williams: Rage lines up JahMon Rastafari and charges towards him, but Rastafari uses the top ropes to elevate himself and CONNECTS WITH AN AXE KICK TO THE SIDE OF RAGE'S HEAD! Rage stumbles backwards in a dazed state as JahMon quickly ascends to the top turnbuckle, leaping off for a huge cross body block... ANTOINE RAGE SIDE STEPS IT!
Matt Ford: JahMon Rastafari comes up empty as he hits the mat with force, clutching his midsection in pain as Rage leans against the ropes, catching his breath for a moment. A confident Rage stalks the Jamaican native, stomping him on the back of his head. He continues to circle his opponent, again stomping JahMon in the head with a vicious boot.
Willy Williams: Antoine Rage stands over JahMon Rastafari now and drives the point of his elbow into the top of the Jamaican native's head, collapsing him down to the canvas once again. Rage grabs a handful of JahMon's hair to pull him back up to his feet, but as JahMon gets to his knees -- he hammers Rage in the midsection with a strong right hand.
Matt Ford: Rastafari continues to fight back, this time with a left hand to the midsection! Followed by another right! Ohh! BIG knee to the midsection by Antoine Rage folds JahMon in half... and follows it up with a SWINGING NECKBREAKER! Great execution there by Rage. He floats over for the cover, hooking Rastafari's leg as he does so!
Matt Ford: No dice there for Antoine Rage as everyone's favorite Jamaican kicks out at two! Rage stays on his opponent, immediately locking in a reverse chinlock on Rastafari, cutting off the flow of blood to the brain. The referee puts himself in a position to look for the give, however JahMon keeps one hand in the air -- doing his best to fight off the hold!
Willy Williams: JahMon continues to fight as this Orlando crowd rallies behind him, the Jamaican native getting up to a knee... and now up to his feet! Rage is shaking his head as he locks the hold in firmer, however Rastafari remains upright and BURIES the point of his elbow into Rage's midsection! And another!
Matt Ford: Rage releases the hold, the wind having been knocked out of him as JahMon connects with a huge forearm smash to the face! Rage wobbles and responds with a firm right hand to the face of JahMon! Big right hand returned by JahMon! Boot to the midsection by Rage! And another right hand by Rage to follow it up! Talk about back and forth action here.
Willy Williams: And only one of these men can advance to the final four of this SSW South American Title tournament. Birdo Beamen is already there. Who will be joining him? Rage grabs Rastafari by the arm and Irish whips him into the corner turnbuckles. He lines up the Jamaican native and runs full speed towards him, but JahMon moves and RAGE CRUNCHES STERNUM FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!
Matt Ford: And now's it's Rage who comes up empty! We'll see if JahMon Rastafari can take advantage of his mistake! JahMon turns around and waits for Rage to approach before connecting with a vicious double knife-edge chop to the chest, sending Rage down to the canvas! He immediately gets back up... chopped back down once again with a double knife-edge chop! Rage drags himself up one more time... and takes a DROPKICK TO THE FACE from his opponent!
Willy Williams: Rastafari quickly bounces off the ropes, looking for a clothesline... ducked by Rage... roll-up pin on Rastafari!
Willy Williams: JahMon forces his way out at two! He quickly gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes again, this time catching an unaware Antoine Rage with a clothesline that puts him down on the canvas! The Jamaican native bounces off the ropes again... and CONNECTS WITH A LEG DROP ACROSS THE STERNUM OF RAGE!
Matt Ford: And this is the momentum that JahMon Rastafari needs right now! He's bringing this Amway Center crowd into the match as well! Rastafari waits... poised... ready to strike as Rage turns around... THE SMOKEY HAZE! NO! DUCKED BY RAGE! AND HE LOCKS IN A SLEEPER HOLD ON THE JAMAICAN NATIVE!
Willy Williams: He's got him in the center of the ring, Matt, but can he keep him there?
Matt Ford: JahMon may go night, night right here! He's fading but doing his utmost best to fight it as this capacity crowd again rallies behind the Florida local! JahMon battles to stay standing and reaches up behind Rage's head, holding on and dropping down to the canvas WITH A JAWBREAKER! Rage collapses to the mat as both men are down, Rastafari crawling over towards Rage!
Willy Williams: Both men get up to their feet and Rage charges at Rastafari, looking for a clothesline... sharp boot to the midsection by JahMon! DDT! DEVASTATING DDT BY JAHMON RASTAFARI! HE FLOATS OVER FOR THE COVER AND HOOKS THE LEG!
Willy Williams: YES! NO! KICKOUT AT TWO AND A HALF!
Matt Ford: WOW!
Willy Williams: That was close by Antoine Rage stays alive in this one... at least for now! JahMon crawls over to a corner of the ring and scales the ropes, perching on the top turnbuckle however he's caught by Rage who connects with a strong right hand to the face! Antoine Rage climbs up to the second rope and hooks JahMon, looking for a superplex... BLOCKED by the Jamaican native!
Matt Ford: Rage again tries to launch, but Rastafari again hangs onto the top rope -- preventing it from happening. JahMon connects with a series of right hands to Rage's midsection, before lifting him up and EXECUTING A TOP ROPE GOURDBUSTER! Rage hits chest first on the canvas as Rastafari stands up on the top turnbuckle, waiting for his opponent to get to his feet. Rage is in trouble here!
Willy Williams: MISSILE DROPKICK! RASTAFARI CONNECTS WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK ON RAGE!
Matt Ford: THERE'S THE COVER!
Willy Williams: NO! Another near fall! And another last second kickout by Antoine Rage!
Matt Ford: I thought that was three right there but the official confirms it, signalling it was just a long two! Rastafari is slow to his feet but is the first one up, heading back over to Antoine Rage and pulling him up to his feet. Rage starts throwing desperation right hands that find their mark, rocking JahMon Rastafari as Rage tries to mount an offensive comeback!
Willy Williams: Rage quickly shoots Rastafari off into the ropes and when he rebounds off, LEVELS HIM with a powerful lariat! That damn near took JahMon Rastafari's head off! He passes up on a potential cover however and goes to work with stomps to various parts of JahMon's anatomy -- physically dissecting him.
Matt Ford: Rastafari makes his way over to the ropes, however Rage grabs him by the head and drapes him over the middle strand -- choking him out until the referee forcefully intervenes, shoving Rage away and warning him to follow instructions and the rules in general. Rage pays little attention to the official and immediately heads straight back over to JahMon, dragging him up to his feet by the hair.
Willy Williams: Antoine Rage again hammers JahMon with right hands to the face, backing him against the ropes and Irish whipping him across the ring... Rastafari rebounds off... leap frogs over Rage... rebounds off the opposing ropes... AND CONNECTS WITH A HURRICANRANA ON RAGE! HE caught him by surprise there!
Matt Ford: And both these guys are down now! Neither of these two have been able to put each other away, and this is the WORST possible scenario for them considering that to win this tournament -- you will be competing three times in the space of as many hours!
Willy Williams: I don't know if either of these guys will have enough left in the tank after this one, Matt, to make a serious run at the championship. Ideally, you want to put your opponent away as early as possible, just as Birdo Beamen did with Bryant Tanner earlier this evening.
Matt Ford: Well, don't count either of them out, Willy. That'd be a mistake for anyone to make. Both men are nearly up to their feet, breathing heavily as Rage is the first to get back on the offensive... NO! That right hand was blocked by Rastafari! Right hand of his own! And another! JahMon throws another right hand but it's blocked by Rage this time! He shoves Rastafari back towards the ropes, JahMon bounces off...
Matt Ford: THE SMOKEY HAZE! JAHMON RASTAFARI CAUGHT ANTOINE RAGE WITH THE SMOKEY HAZE! And Rage is in SERIOUS trouble here! BUZZKILL!
Willy Williams: THERE'S THAT COMBINATION BY JAHMON RASTAFARI OF THE SMOKEY HAZE AND THE BUZZKILL! THIS SHOULD DO IT!
Matt Ford: RASTAFARI SCRAMBLES OVER TO MAKE THE COVER AND HOOKS THE LEG OF ANTOINE RAGE!
Willy Williams: HE GOT IT!
Matt Ford: JahMon Rastafari advances!
Nicole Suárez: Here is your winner... JAHMON RASTAFARI!!!
Matt Ford: And this Orlando crowd is happy with the result of this one! The same can't be said of Antoine Rage though! Oh shit, look out JahMon!
Willy Williams: SUPERSTAR KILLER!
Matt Ford: Sonofabitch!
Willy Williams: Antoine Rage just floored JahMon Rastafari with his patented finisher, the Superstar Killer!
Matt Ford: And Rastafari is not moving! He's out cold!
(The crowd has erupted with boos as a dazed and exhausted Antoine Rage looks down on JahMon Rastafari with disgust, exiting the ring through the ropes and holding the back of his head in pain. The official meanwhile is checking JahMon, who is still lying motionless in the center of the ring...)
Matt Ford: What a sore loser Antoine Rage is! And how will this impact JahMon Rastafari's chances in the rest of this tournament?!
Willy Williams: I'm picking not positively, Matt!
(JahMon starts to stir in the ring as the official assists him, Antoine Rage disappearing behind the curtain as the scene fades out...)
WINNER: JahMon Rastafari
(via pinfall)
Ric Martin: Pete, it's Hartnell!
Pete Cormier: Who?
Ric Martin: Jason Hartnell -- your boss!
Pete Cormier: Let him in.
(Ric picks up a steel chair and opens the door, allowing President Hartnell to enter the room along with his Senior Advisor, Dan Pandora. Hartnell adjusts his suit jacket with a look of disgust on his face...)
Jason Hartnell: What the hell do you think you're doing? Do you know how many lives you put in danger with your Wrangler? I mean, are you kidding me? That shit was a god damn embarrassment to this organization and to pro wrestling as a whole. Not to mention the fact that you drive like Grandpa Harty when he's got a couple of bottles of Johnnie Walker on board. As far as I'm concerned, Orlando P.D. should have shot you on sight.
Pete Cormier: Lives in danger? Get out of here. We were having fun and everyone saw us coming. Now leave so I can get ready!
Jason Hartnell: Oh everyone saw you coming alright, like a big errant cumshot to the eye. And guess what? Last time I checked, people don't enjoy those either.
Pete Cormier: I don't care who the hell you are or what you are doing here, I got to get ready.
Jason Hartnell: Well you better start caring, Cormier. It's not every day that an orangutan such as yourself is let out of the cage for a chance to frollick around in it's natural habitat. And this park ranger is more than happy to shoot a tranquilizer dart into your ass and have you returned from whence you came -- I'm sure the other promotions you constantly bang on about would just LOVE to have you back.
Pete Cormier: Go ahead and fire me then. I don't care. You obviously don't know what you have here in my talent. Fire me, watch your merchandise sales fall, your tickets sales drop, and your television ratings plummet. I am here to do my job and nobody is going to tell me what I can and cannot do, and damn well not tell me what I can and can't say.
Jason Hartnell: (turning to Krunch) Check out the fucking balls on this guy. (turning back to Cormier) Seriously, did somebody pee in your mother? What the FUCK are you thinking even addressing me? Stop making outlandish statements and instead, show me something inside the ring tonight. And Ric, hit me with that chair and witness the convulsions your body will go through when it's my turn...
Pete Cormier: Haha, oh he does look tough doesn't he?
Dan Pandora: Shut up. You speak when you're spoken to and even then -- only with permission.
(President Hartnell and his Senior Advisor exit the room as the scene fades out...)
Willy Williams: Well you heard President Hartnell, Matt. He wants Pete Cormier to do his talking in the ring and show him something.
Matt Ford: And quite frankly, the talking you do in the ring is what matters the most. We'll see if "The Natural" can live up to his own billing tonight against Don E. Devlin. Both these men of course are coming off of losses two weeks ago at South Beach Sunday. One of them will recover here tonight and regain momentum, whilst the other will take an early exit from the tournament.
Willy Williams: Should be an interesting one, Matt.
Nicole Suárez: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a first round tournament match for the SSW South American Championship!!!
(At that moment, the thrashing start of "Overcome" by Creed blasts over the sound system as the lights begin to flicker around the entrance way. A few seconds pass before Don E. Devlin makes his way out from behind the curtain, shooting his arms out to his in a crucifix pose as he makes his way towards the ring...)
Nicole Suárez: Introducing first... from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing 227 pounds... DON... E... DEVLIN!!!
(Clasping hands with a number of fans as he does so, Devlin hops up onto the apron from the floor and faces the crowd. Shooting his arms out once again, he takes in the fans approval before stepping through the ropes and into the ring. After a brief moment of silence, "Hard To See" by Five Finger Death Punch hits the P.A. system and Pete Cormier steps out of the entrance way -- stopping on the steel platform and looking out to the crowd...)
Nicole Suárez: And his opponent... from Lake Hopatcong, New Jersey... weighing 275 pounds... "THE NATURAL" PETE CORMIER!!!
(Cormier begins to gingerly walk towards the ring, continuing to look at the entire crowd without blinking an eye, twisting his wristbands as he goes. Cormier walks straight into the ring while looking at the crowd twisting his wristbands. People wonder if they'll get a handshake or a high five but Cormier walks up the steps into the ring over the top rope. He then finds a corner and puts his arms on the ropes, waiting for the bell...)
Matt Ford: The referee has called for the bell and we are underway as Pete Cormier charges at Don E. Devlin, nailing him with right hands followed by a series of quick stomps to the chest! Cormier grabs the second rope and kneels down, hammering on Don E. Devlin with right hands to the side of the head until the referee intervenes -- separating the pair.
Willy Williams: Cormier is quick to pull Devlin up to his feet -- whacking him with a sizzling knife-edge chop across the upper chest area!
Amway Center Audience: WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Willy Williams: "The Natural" attempts to fire him into the opposing corner, but Don E. Devlin reverses and Cormier crunches spine first into the turnbuckles. Devlin attempts to follow it up, but as he charges forward Pete Cormier lifts a boot catches him right in the face -- sending Don staggering backwards. Cormier hops up to the second rope jumps off with a diving clothesline... DEVLIN MOVES ASIDE AND CORMIER HITS THE CANVAS!
Matt Ford: Pete Cormier is not down for long, quickly making his way up to his feet, only to be driven back against the ropes with a series of punches from his opponent. Devlin opens the distance between he and Cormier and looks for a short running clothesline... Cormier ducks... AND BACK BODY DROPS DON E. DEVLIN OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!
Willy Williams: Talk about a crash landing by Devlin! There is no give in that concrete despite the pads that are out there, and he'll most certainly be feeling the effects of that back body drop!
Matt Ford: And as we watch the replay here, Willy, you can see Devlin hit his back on the ring apron as he was ejected over the top rope!
Willy Williams: Yeah, it was a rough landing for the guy. Devlin grabs at the small of his back in agony as Pete Cormier turns his attention towards the Orlando crowd, flexing his biceps for their enjoyment before motioning for Devlin to rejoin him back in the ring. Devlin slowly obliges, rolling under the bottom rope, however Cormier charges right at him and cuts off his entrance -- putting the boots into Devlin's already injured back!
Matt Ford: That's a smart move right there by Pete Cormier. He's exploiting that weakness of Devlin's right now. "The Natural" continues to stomp away, however Devlin grabs a hold of Cormier's right boot-- executing a single leg takedown to the mat! Devlin immediately starts to hammer away on his opponent, however Cormier rolls him over with brute power and begins raining down furious right hands of his own!
Willy Williams: And as you can see, Don E. Devlin is doing his best to shell up and block most of these blows as he's well trapped by Cormier! Devlin will NOT muscle "The Natural" out of that position. Luckily for him, the referee calls for the break and Cormier does so, however this gives Devlin the chance to scissor his legs out from under him. Cormier manages to step away though and hits a hard elbow drop to the midsection instead!
Matt Ford: Pete Cormier stuns Don E. Devlin with a forearm shot as he's getting back up and then scoops him for a bodyslam, planting him with enormous force as the already injured back of Devlin takes another blow. Cormier's dissecting the man right now, and this is the sort of strategy he'll need to employ in order to keep advancing in this tournament.
Willy Williams: Well he's certainly the biggest guy in this tournament, Matt. In fact, he sports one of the biggest physiques here in Sunshine State Wrestling, period. Do you think he is on the juice?
Matt Ford: Willy!
Willy Williams: What? I'm just asking! There's been a lot of talk about it, and as we know -- Cormier was required to provide a sample of his urine. The results of that test should be interesting.
Matt Ford: The results of that test are four to six weeks away -- I'd prefer to deal with the action right in front of us now!
Willy Williams: Fair enough. "The Natural", which we may not be able to call him in four to six weeks time-
Matt Ford: WILLY!
Willy Williams: -lifts Don back up to his feet, hooking his arm around his neck and executing a beautiful vertical suplex -- holding him in the air for a period of time before dropping him down to the canvas. Devlin's spine is taking a POUNDING in this one. Cormier comes off the ropes with an elbow drop and immediately floats over for a lateral press cover!
Willy Williams: Don E. Devlin is able to get a shoulder up off the canvas.
Matt Ford: Pete Cormier Irish whips Devlin into the corner and then smashes him with a running shoulder block, taking him out of the corner with a snapmare before coming off the second rope with a knee to the back of the neck. Cormier grabs Devlin in a double underhook and flips him onto his shoulder in preparation for some sort of move, but Devlin rolls over to land behind him and attempts a backslide.
Willy Williams: Pete Cormier blocks it and they struggle with each other until Don E. Devlin lashes out with a back kick to the groin!
Matt Ford: GOD DAMN GROIN SHOT!
Willy Williams: Thanks, Matt. I think we all were able to identify what it was. With Cormier holding his crown jewels, Devlin bounces off the ropes and -- using the additional momentum -- takes "The Natural" off his feet with a strong clothesline. He quickly follows it up with a dropkick to the face as Cormier gets to his feet, sending him back down again.
Matt Ford: Devlin drags Cormier up by his long hair and tosses him out of the ring between the top and middle ropes. After taking a moment to catch his breath, Devlin climbs out after him, however Pete Cormier ambushes him with a knife-edge chop!
Amway Center Audience: WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Matt Ford: Don E. Devlin fires back with a left jab. The pair trade punches and chops back and forth until Don E. Devlin rakes Pete Cormier's eyes, doubles him over with a knee to the midsection, and then sends him staggering back with a spinning back elbow! Cormier is still able to remain on his feet, but Devlin stays on him -- grabbing a handful of "The Natural's" hair and slamming him face first into the top of the steel ring steps!
Willy Williams: Aware of the escalating count, Devlin rolls under the bottom rope and back into the ring to break the count. The official yells at both men to bring the action back into the ring, however Devlin rolls back out and Irish whips Pete Cormier into the security barricade at ringside -- the fans reaching out and patting "The Natural" on the back as security forces them back!
Matt Ford: Don E. Devlin hits Pete Cormier with a European uppercut and follows it up with a headbutt that also staggers himself. Devlin grabs hold of Cormier's left arm and Irish whips him towards the steel ringpost, sending "The Natural" crashing to the floor. Devlin re-enters the ring, allowing the official to take up the count solely on Cormier!
Willy Williams: Cormier fights his way to his feet with the backing of this capacity crowd and uses the ring ropes to pull himself up onto the apron, thereby breaking the referee's count. Devlin wisely attacks him immediately with stinging jabs to the face before hooking him for a suplex... BLOCKED by Cormier!
Matt Ford: "The Natural" attempts to suplex Don E. Devlin out to the floor, but he grabs onto the ropes -- preventing it from happening before spinning and grabbing Cormier to drop down and guillotine him across the ropes! Cormier falls down on the ring apron and Devlin kicks him off to the floor. As "The Natural" begins to get up, Don E. Devlin hits the ropes and DIVES MIDDLE THE TOP AND MIDDLE ROPES, CATCHING CORMIER WITH A BIG SPLASH ON THE OUTSIDE!
Willy Williams: Don E. Devlin lifts Pete Cormier to his feet and starts to set him up for the DEV-a-Station, but Cormier fights him off and quickly sweeps him down -- causing Don E. Devlin to bang his head on the concrete surface! Cormier staggers to the apron and climbs into the ring as Don E. Devlin lays on the floor, cradling the back of his head in agony!
Matt Ford: Slowly, Devlin finds his way back into the ring, only to be knocked straight back down as he staggers to his feet thanks to a vicious Cormier clothesline! "The Natural" pulls him up and hits a hanging Northern Lights suplex, floating over for the cover and on this occasion -- hooking the leg!
Matt Ford: Don E. Devlin kicks out.
Willy Williams: Pete Cormier fires Devlin into the ropes before bouncing off the opposing ropes, but Don E. Devlin ducks his flying forearm smash and both men rebound off the ropes again... Lou Thesz press by Devlin! NO! Pete Cormier caught him in mid-air! POWERFUL SIDEWALK SLAM! Devlin flaps around the ring in pain, grabbing at his back as "The Natural" again turns his attention to the crowd!
Matt Ford: Cormier returns his focus to Devlin, assisting him up to his feet and Irish whipping him into the corner. Cormier lines him up and charges at speed, connecting with a CRUNCHING corner clothesline! Devlin looks a little out of it as "The Natural" lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle before climbing up to the second rope, holding a fist up to this Orlando crowd who cheer in response.
Willy Williams: What's he going to do here, Matt? OHHH! BEAUTIFUL HANGING SUPERPLEX FROM THE SECOND ROPE! Cormier rolls over and pins Devlin, hooking the leg!
Willy Williams: And AGAIN, Don E. Devlin gets the shoulder up!
Matt Ford: "The Natural" shakes his head before positioning Don E. Devlin for a powerbomb... Devlin quickly counters out with a back drop before collapsing back down to the mat himself! An irate Cormier is quickly back up to his feet and begins hammering away on Devlin with right hands to the face!
Willy Williams: Cormier drags his opponent up to his feet and sends him into the ropes, looking to connect with a back elbow... ducked by Devlin... he rebounds off the opposing set of ropes... and connects with a baseball slide kick to Cormier's right shin!
Matt Ford: Don E. Devlin rams Cormier's face into the mat a few times and then pulls him up in a full nelson.... before executing a vicious full nelson slam. Devlin pulls Pete Cormier up and fires him in the corner before working him over with some right hands -- then taking him out of the corner with a running bulldog! A great chain of moves by Devlin there and here's a cover along with a hook of the leg!
Willy Williams: Cormier kicks out! Don drags Pete over to the ropes and drapes him across the bottom strand, standing on his back and choking him out for a brief moment before stepping up to the second rope and dropping all of his body weight down on Pete Cormier's back -- bouncing him off the bottom rope as he clutches at his throat. Don E. Devlin hits a leg drop and again makes the cover!
Willy Williams: Cormier kicks out in time!
Matt Ford: Devlin drags Pete Cormier up and tries to ram his head into the corner turnbuckle but Cormier blocks, elbows him in the gut and then slams his head into the turnbuckle instead! Devlin staggers away and as he turns around, Pete Cormier flattens him with a FLYING FOREARM SMASH! Devlin was turned inside out and back to front with that one!
Willy Williams: "The Natural" is telling the crowd this one is over as he peels Don E. Devlin up off the mat, setting him up for... WISDOM! THERE IT IS! WISDOM ON DEVLIN! CORMIER CONFIDENTLY MAKES THE COVER AND HOOKS THE LEG!
Willy Williams: This one's in the books! Pete Cormier moves on to the semi-finals!
Nicole Suárez: Here is your winner... "THE NATURAL" PETE CORMIER!!!
Matt Ford: An impressive showing from Pete Cormier so far tonight! Does he have what it takes to go all the way in this one? Quite possibly!
("Hard To See" by Five Finger Death Punch once again reverberates throughout the arena as the referee raises the left arm of Pete Cormier, the crowd cheering on approval as the scene fades out...)
WINNER: "The Natural" Pete Cormier
(via pinfall)
Matt Ford: Here we see "The Enforcer" Brent Kersh and his manager for tonight's action, Dale Gardner.
Willy Williams: What is that guy doing? Why is he sneaking up on him like that?
(As the cameraman gets closer and the crowd noises dies down, the low tone of "The Enforcer" can faintly be heard over the airwaves...)
Brent Kersh: Just go make sure Dirden gets this note.
Dale Gardner: Are you sure about this, Brent?
Brent Kersh: Absolutely. I want him to make sure he knows where I stand when that bell rings. Just to avoid any type of confusion.
Dale Gardner: I know, I mean... are you sure about where you stand? About how you want to approach this?
Brent Kersh: What? What do you mean? Of course I'm sure.
Dale Gardner: I just... I'm just not sure this is the right decision for you.
Brent Kersh: Dale... listen, you can't worry about how people think of you in this sport. You just have to do what you think is best. If things get bad out there, I'm going to need a back up plan. Trust me.
Dale Gardner: Alright. If you're sure.
Brent Kersh: I'm sure, buddy.
(With that, Kersh pulls his arm from around Gardner's neck as the two men turn to face the camera with a surprised expression. Gardner grips a small white envelope in his left hand, as the two men approach the cameraman in a frustrated manner...)
Dale Gardner: What the...
Brent Kersh: How long have you been... GET OUT OF HERE!!
(Kersh reaches out for the camera, grabbing it and causing the screen to fade to static...)
Matt Ford: What the...?
Willy Williams: Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me, Ford? Did I just hear what I think I heard?
Matt Ford: I can't...
Willy Williams: It sounds like I was right. Kersh is going to side with Dirden. Kersh has accepted Dirden's offer. I can't believe this.
Matt Ford: I can't believe it either. I'm... I'm speechless.
Willy Williams: But now, everybody knows. The secret is out. What in the heck is going to happen in that main event? Is Kersh actually going to help Dirden win this thing?
Matt Ford: I think I'm going to throw up. This is unbelievable!
(The scene fades out...)
