WWS PPV main events.

Xanta · 06-18-2008, 12:06 PM

Well, as all of you know, the fate of WWS was somewhat tragic. It all ended a couple of months ago, but I was looking through my computer and found the 3 PPV main events. I will post each in different posts.

Without further ado, the first PPV main event saw a fatal 4 way match to determine the World Heavyweight Champion. This match involved Jason Williams, Bobby Mitchell, Joseph "The Main Event" Rios and WWS icon, Jason Punk.

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John Roth: Ladies and gentlemen, this is what we have been waiting for since the moment WWS launched Death Proof, this will determine the best in the company! The Atheist Alliance doesn’t matter now, the only thing that matters here is the most coveted prize in the industry today, and that is the WWS World Championship.

Howie Edwards: You got that right, John, and both these men are going to put up a slug fest in order to win, but remember, the winner of this, if they want to win the match as a whole, will have to go through 2 other competitors in order to win, so these two men are surely at a disadvantage. Anyway, enough with us, lets get to the action!

Jason Punk and the young Canadian upstart begin to circle each other around the ring, pacing each other. Punk and Williams quickly dive forward, locking up with one another. Both men are looking for the slightest bit of weakness in the other, but are having trouble finding it. Punk begins to back Williams into the corner, but Williams manages to reverse it, backing Punk into the corner. Williams quickly brings his right knee up into the gut of Punk, then repeating the process. Punk drops down to one knee, as Williams quickly pushes Punk upright, and Irish whips him across the ring with monumental impact. Punk grasps his back and begins walking forward to the center of the ring. Williams then charges from the other side of the ring, leaps up high into the air, extending his legs and connects with a huge Leg Lariat to the skull of Jason Punk! Punk quickly falls down the mat, as the crowd begins booing the Canadian upstart. Punk raises to his feet yet again, but Williams leaps high into the air, connecting with a dropkick, sending Punk into the corner! Punk gets shot back into the ropes, and suffers from a quick whiplash, but Williams feels no sympathy as he runs after Punk, cradles his body, goes on top while he is in the corner, leans back and plunges Punk back with a monkey flip! Just before landing on his back, Punk manages to land on his feet! Williams doesn’t suspect it, but turns around as Punk gets up, charges and hit’s a beautiful standing Enzuigiri! The move rattles Williams, but doesn’t quite take him down as Punk gets to his feet, hooks Williams head in between his arms and brings him down to the mat with a brutal DDT! Punk quickly attempts a cover out of instinct, but the referee reminds Punk that it is a First Blood match, and Punk shoves the referee out of his way.

John Roth: Well, that was out of pure instinct. The athleticism these two men are showing early on in this match is unprecedented to any other promotion in the world!

Howie Edwards: I have to agree, it has been a great showing thus far, John.

Punk quickly begins lifting Williams to his feet, but Williams grabs a hold of Punks head with both of his arms and falls back, hitting a huge jawbreaker, sending Punk down to one knee. Williams quickly brings Punk up to his feet, leaps up into a monkey flip position and leans back, this time connecting with a huge monkey flip, but Punk clears the top rope and with the impact, his back crashes up against the announcers table! Punk holds his back and he stumbles to his knees, but Williams is already lining Punk up on the inside, as Williams bounces off the opposite side of the ring, bounces back and then leaps up to the top rope, balances himself, then hit’s a huge 630 flip right onto Jason Punks midsection!

John Roth: Holy crap that was incredible! Both men are out right in front of us, and both are only breathing, thank goodness for that, though!

Howie Edwards: William’s looks to be scrunched up, I hope he is alright!

Williams slowly regains himself as he begins lifting Jason Punk to his feet with him. Punk quickly sends two very stiff forearm shots to Punk, and he falls back a step, but Williams holds onto his head. Williams grabs Punk’s midsection, then proceeds to run forward and crash his spine into the metal ring post with a sickening thud! Punk crumbles down to the floor, as the crowd begins to relay with Punk, trying to get the rebel back into the match. Williams quickly lifts Punk to his feet again, then tries to bring Punk’s head into the pole, but Punk gets his foot up, and then uses his other foot to kick Williams straight in the face! Quickly, Punk wastes no time at the opportunity, holding his midsection, Punk runs over to Williams and connects with a huge Lariat, practically turning Williams inside out! Quickly, Punk begins to crawl up to his feet, bringing Williams with him. Punk quickly takes Williams, who is bent over on one knee, and grabs his arm, then with all of his force shoots him into the steel ring post head first with monumental impact! Punk quickly shakes off any damage that had occurred, as he walks over to the apron and lifts it up and begins searching underneath the seemingly bottomless pit of weapons. Finally, Punk finds a tool box, and he opens it and pulls out a screwdriver! Puke kicks the toolbox back under the ring, then makes his way over to Williams. Williams, who is on his forearms beginning to get to his feet, begins crawling away out of desperation, but the feet of Punk’s are faster then Williams forearms, as he easily catches up and kicks him square in the gut with a punt like shot! Williams rolls over onto his stomach but Punk lifts him back up to a vertical position, though still sitting. Punk raises the screwdriver high above his head, then forcefully attempts to bring it down, but Williams manages to catch it before it scrapes his forehead, and Williams rolls back, stands on his hands, wraps his legs around Punk’s head and then rolls forward, sending Punk flipping right into the steel ring steps!

John Roth : If Williams were to ever have a chance, this is definitely it!

Howie Edwards: That was brutal! I hope the hometown rebel has something left!

Punk’s upper body curls to the floor, but his legs stay on top of the steel steps as Williams leaps up onto the ring apron, runs across, then leaps down, extending his legs and nailing a dropkick right to the chest cavity of Punk, who’s body bangs against the steel! Williams nips up from the floor and begins singing “OHHH CANNNADDDAA!” which receives a lot of boo’s, mixed in with a few cheers. Williams then makes his way over to ringside, hurls Jake Green out of his chair and proceeds to fold it up, smashing it making an impact just with the sound. Williams slides into the ring as he holds the chair up to taunt to the crowd. On the outside, Jason Punk is pulling himself up by the barricade, when all of a sudden Williams jumps up in the ring, bounces off the opposite side of the ring’s ropes, bounces back and clears the top rope, flipping, then puts the chair in front of his feet, but Punk rolls out, and Williams hit’s the barricade with the chair in front of his feet as he rolls back, dropping the chair and clutching his legs in agony!

John Roth: If Williams would have connected with that, it would have been over, but now, it seems like it may just be over for Williams!

Punk gets himself to his feet, then grabs the chair from the floor and chucks it over the top rope. Williams is still literally screaming from the impact, and rolling around on the floor, clutching his legs, as if one of them broke. Punk tries to lift Williams to his feet, but to no avail as he just collapses back to the mat with a large thump. Punk manages to build up his strength and lift Williams from the mat and slide him back into the ring without Williams ever getting to his feet. Williams rolls to the center of the ring as Punk follows after him. Williams tries backing up into the ropes and pulling himself up, and just as he does Punk charges at Williams, but Williams manages to get a boot up to the jaw of the Punk! Punk holds his chin, then stumbles backward as Williams takes all of his strength and sprints toward Jason Punk, but Punk spots him and lifts him high up onto his shoulders! Punk then aligns himself next to the chair, and drops Williams down onto his knee! Williams shoots back up, but Punk drills him with a DDT onto the metal chair! Williams stays on the chair, attempting to recover from the impact of Society’s Falling, but as Punk pulls him up, a fountain of blood is pouring from the Canadian’s head! Quickly, before the referee can see, Punk charges at the ref, taking him out with a huge lariat!

John Roth : What in the world, Punk just potentially cost himself the match!

Punk grins with a demonic smile as he walks over to the young Canadian as Williams begins to push himself up using Punk’s legs at a support system Punk grabs Williams head, then with his right hand, bitch slaps him across the face! Punk takes the blood that is now on his hand, and rubs it right over his chest, showing a huge sign of animosity toward Williams. Williams quickly retaliates with a desperation move as he takes the chair from behind him, and on his knees, shoves the chair right into Jason Punk’s crotch! Punk’s facial reaction is one only a man could know, as he stumbles to his knees! Quickly, Williams, who is still bleeding, drops the chair and sets up Punk for a power bomb, but then hits his finisher Canadian Styles right onto the steel chair! Punk’s head bounces up literally a foot in the air as he rolls out of the ring, blood beginning to flow from his forehead! The referee is pulling himself up, as Williams begins to walk over to him to direct his attention to Punk, but Williams forgot he was bleeding, as the referee calls for the bell!

Jake Green: Ladies and gentlemen, Jason Williams has been seen bleeding, so therefore, he has been defeated in the first blood match!

Williams is livid as he storms out of the ring, limping on his left leg. Williams stumbles up the ramp slowly, as Punk begins to regain himself on the outside, pulling himself up on the ring apron and rolling back into the ring, resting for whatever time he may have left before his next opponent enters the matchup.

Jake Green: The following is the second fall of hell! Introducing next, from Youngstown, Ohio, making his WWS debut, weighing in at 235 pounds….. BOBBYYYYYYYY MITCHELLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!

God Smack- Alice in Chains- hit’s the loudspeakers as the crowd ERUPTS in a standing ovation as “Creatively Uncontrolled” Bobby fucking Mitchell makes his way from the locker room, wearing his typical wrestling attire. Mitchell smiles as he high fives numerous fans on the way down to the ring, then slides in the ring, then poses on the top turnbuckle. Mitchell hops down, then faces Punk with a more serious look, the crowd more alive then ever.

John Roth: OH MY GOD! BOBBY MITCHELL IS IN WWS!!

[I] Mitchell looks straight into the eyes of Jason Punk, who at this point is back to his feet, a crimson mask basically covering his whole face. Mitchell begins to circle around the ring with Punk, as Punk dives forward, beginning and assault with stiff forearm shots. Punk quickly shoots Mitchell into the turnbuckle and Punk runs after him, but Punk gets a chest full of nothing, as he stumbles back a few feet, and Mitchell wastes no time, quickly turning him around, lifting him up on his shoulders, running to the center of the ring then drops him with a Death Valley Driver! Mitchell gets back to his feet, the crowd now not sure who to cheer for as Mitchell stand in front of Punk and leaps back onto Punk, hitting a picture perfect standing moonsault! Mitchell quickly stays on top of Punk for the cover..

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Punk manages to roll the shoulder up as the crowd becomes the hottest they have been all night. Mitchell quickly sits Punk up, then brings him up to his feet. Mitchell leans his fist all the way, then shoots forward hard with a closed fist right hand! Punk stumbles back against the ropes, but on the rebound retaliates with a closed fist of his own! Mitchell then brings his large animal like hand across the chest of Punk with a huge chop, causing the crowd to WOO! In unison. Punk retaliates with a chop of his own, and Mitchell comes back with another chop, and the two continue to exchange brutal knife edge chops, destroying each other from the outside in! Finally, Mitchell knee’s Punk in the midsection, then leaps up into the air, but Punk catches him, but Mitchell applies the butterfly lock in the dead center of the ring, hooking both of Punk’s arms and applying a huge amount of pressure! Punk begins to slowly fade, trying to struggle his way out of the hold, but the pressure is to much. Punk raises his hand to possible submit, as the referee stays in position to see the second the hand hit’s the mat. Punk doesn’t move though, as the crowd is split, but is now backing up the hometown boy, but just as Punk shows a little bit of life, Mitchell applies more pressure, and Punk begins fading to the mat. The blood is pouring out like a river, forming a puddle on the ground below Punk’s head. Punk, who is losing all strength, falls in his own blood, covering his hair and all the spots on his face that weren’t already covered. Mitchell doesn’t let up for one second, and the referee notices Punk’s limp state of being, then finally walks over to Punks arm, raises it high up into the air, and lets it drop for a ONE! Punk is still lifeless, as his hand drops for two. The anticipation is building, as Punk knows that he has to dig deep down inside of him if he wants the world championship, but the fresh man may be to much, and his hand is beginning to be raised, and just like that, his hand begins to fall. Punk reaches down with all of his might, all of his strength and will power, and stops his hand from hitting his own back for the third time, about 3 inches from the ground! The crowd explodes as Punk begins to struggle. Punk begins pushing with his legs, crawling forward to try to potentially reach the ropes, but Mitchell keeps the hold on, and Punk stops in his tracks, then yells out in agony with a loud scream that even the people in the cheap seats can hear. Punk uses the rest of his will power to finally crawl another 2 inches, but the pain is too much as he stops dead in his bloody tracks again. The referee raises Punk’s hand one more time, and it drops. The referee raises Punk’s hand high up into the air a second time, and gravity has its way, sending it crushing below.

John Roth: Fight it Punk, Fight it!!!

Mitchell has let up no strain, as the referee raises Punk’s hand one more time, but Punk pushes over on Mitchell, rolling over and getting his feet on the ropes! The crowd explodes with cheers as Mitchell keeps the hold on for another 3 seconds before breaking the hold. The damage has been done to Punk, though, as he rolls to the outside of the ring and hit’s the concrete floor below with a large thump. Mitchell is wondering what went wrong, frustrated in himself as he begins to ascend to the top turnbuckle. Punk, who is barely managing to get up on the outside, is working with a 10 count. The referee reaches 7, and Punk manages to get up on the apron, blood literally flowing from his head like a river. Punk begins crawling in between the bottom and middle rope, as half of his body is in, half is out. Just then, an unsuspecting Punk is met with a leaping huge double stomp from Bobby Mitchell off the top rope! The crushing sound it makes is devastating, as Punk flips over and into the ring, his legs caught up in the middle rope. Mitchell pushes himself up, as he takes the lifeless Punk and brings him up onto shoulders. Mitchell walks with Punk into the center of the ring, and then swings him around, then drops him right in front of him, in between his legs, hitting his finisher Murder In The First (Cradle Shock)! Punks legs go up as Mitchell brings them back and stays on top, the referee counts!

Howie Edwards: Bye bye Punk!

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Punk rolls out! The crowd in the Van Andel arena is absolutely speechless, but the silent night quickly turns into an uproar of cheers as Mitchell gets to his feet as frustrated as ever, and he cant believe what he has just encountered! Mitchell wastes no more time though, lifting up Punk and bringing him on his shoulers again. The crimson is now all over Bobby’s body, but it doesn’t matter, as the drive for the heavyweight championship overpowers anything else that human instinct could even dare to defeat. Mitchell begins to spin out, but Punk slips out from behind and rolls up Mitchell with quite possible a last move of desperation!

John Roth: Desperation move, might be it, but I don’t think Punk has enough strength to pull it off!

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Mitchell rolls out, then gets back up to his feet, now pissed off more then before. The arena is fully behind both men, repeated cheers of “Lets go Punk….Lets go Bobby!” fill out the rowdy crowd. Bobby, who is contemplating what to do, runs toward Punk and attempts a huge punt like kick, but Punk moves out of the way, sneaks behind Mitchell, then launches him back with a German Suplex, but Punk holds on and begins lifting him up again, but this time, he falls back, and applies his finishing submission maneuver Praised Bullshit (Guillotine Choke)! Mitchell is struggling hard to reach the ropes, trying to move out with all energy possible, and Mitchell, the fresher man, manages to get to the ropes using his speed. Punk rolls over, basically losing all hope, as Mitchell stays on the apron. Punk begins to pull himself to his feet, as Mitchell pulls back on the ropes, springboards up onto the top rope, then leaps with a crows body, but he lands on Jason Punk’s shoulders! Punk quickly realizes the situation, then drops Bobby right onto his knee, then drills him with a DDT, hitting Society’s Falling!!!!!!! Punk falls on top of Mitchell, with practically no life left in him.

John Roth: That’s it, That’s it! No one kicks out of that!

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Mitchell manages to kick out!!! Punk shoots up to his knees particularly fast, the combination of sweat and blood partially blinding him. Punk leans back in agony, not knowing what to attempt next. Punk manages to bring himself to his feet, but by that time, Mitchell is already up and charging at Punk! Punk, out of desperation raises his boot to the prone and already hurt jaw of Mitchell, and he falls backward onto the mat below! Punk, with all he has left, slowly ascends the turnbuckle on step at a time. Punk finally reaches the top, then leaps off, flipping in mid air and catching all of a perfectly executed Senton! Punk falls on top of Mitchell, rolling him over in desperation!

Howie Edwards: This has got to be it, Punk doesn’t have anything left, and these two are showing why the WWS title is the most prestigious belt in the industry today!

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Mitchell gets his foot on the bottom rope! Punk once again out of desperation begins pushing Mitchell to the center of the ring, but Mitchell raises his huge knee to the face of Punk, as Punk shoots onto the bottom ropes, knocking the last of the life out of him. Mitchell then takes Punk and brings him up to the top rope, carrying him on his shoulders. Mitchell, who has obvious growing frustration hesitates, then begins to leap forward, then drills Jason Punk’s head square into the mat below executing a brutal Death Valley Driver! Mitchell chuckles in a sadistic manner, but lays on top of Punk, hoping the impact will be enough to advance in the match.

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Punk gets his foot on the bottom rope![/I\

John Roth: WHAT?! The determination in this man is unbelievable! This is the most brutal matchuip I have ever witnessed, folks, and there is still another ladder match left in this!

Howie Edwards: The effort these two men are showing here tonight show they both deserve to be world champions!

Punk begins to crawl and pull himself up, but simply stumbles back down to the mat. Mitchell then begins to lift Punk again, but Punk sweeps Mitchell’s legs and then rolls over onto him with a beautiful cradle rollup!

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Mitchell pops out but Punk stays on top as Mitchell is now on his back! Punk goes behind Mitchell, hooks his arms and then rolls forward, applying the Cattle Mutilation! Punk is holding it to the best of his ability as Mitchell struggles and then grunts and then eventually yells from the intense pain that the hold brings. Punk begins straining with the blood dripping down and running on a last flow of adrenaline, Punk manages to stay on top of Mitchell! Mitchell desperately tries crawling, but to no avail as Punk isn’t letting up! Mitchell finally almost taps, but doesn’t, as he manages to extend his foot on, reaching the bottom rope! Punk releases and then rolls onto his stomach, trying to push himself off the ground for one last chance in the match.. Punk begins lifting Mitchell to the best of his ability, but Mitchell manages to overpower Punk, lifting him high into the air, then attempting to slam him, but Punk falls loose! Punk then quickly swings in front of Mitchell, lifts him high up onto his shoulers and drills Society’s Falling!!!!!! Punk covers!!

1.…2.…..3!

John Roth: PUNK DID IT, HE BEAT BOBBY MITCHELL!!!!!!

Jake Green: Bobby Mitchell has been pinned, therefore, the last portion of this match will begin, which is a ladder match!

Punk is barely moving in the center of the ring, Mitchell has rolled to the outside, trying to regain some status or frame of mind.

Jake Green: Introducing Punk’s opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, he is Joseph “The Main Event” RIOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My Time- John Cena blasts the loudspeakers as the crowd explodes as Joseph Rios emerges from the locker room. Rios smiles ashe walks down the ramp, high fiving a bunch of fans and then sliding into the ring. HE looks directly in the center of the ring, where Punk lies, and then helps him back to his feet. Punk becomes defensive, but Rios extends his hand. The crowd is anticipating the actions, but Punk surprisingly shakes Rios’s hand. Punk drops to one knee as Rios makes his way to the outside. Rios then lifts the apron, pulling out 2 15 foot high ladders, and 1 20 foot high ladder. Rios slides them into the ring, then walks to the other side of the ring, letting Punk relax. Rios lifts the apron, on the other side, then pulls out a table, which he sets up near the announcers booth. Rios slides into the ring, seeing that Punk is relaxing on the rope, and the match begins.

John Roth: Rios and Punk seem to have a mutual respect for each other, but how much can Jason Punk possibly have left? He has gone though 2 brutal matches, and has lost more blood then any other man to date in WWS.

Punk stands up on his wobbly feet, trying to maintain his balance as Rios begins to circle around him. Rios extends his hand again, and the Punk extends his hand, shaking Rios’s hand yet again. Rios backs off, but Punk dives forward into a collar and elbow lock up, but Rios simply pushes him down to the mat with his pure unrivaled strength. Punk bounces back and gets to his feet fairly fast as he dives at Rios again, but yet again gets thrown down to the mat. Punk gets to his feet and charges at Rios, but Rios jumps up into the air, raising his knee into Punk’s face! Punk goes down hard to the mat, holding his crimson face. Rios then hops over to the corner, and he grabs the 20 foot ladder! The crowd pops as Rios unfolds it and puts it in the center of the ring, right under the most prestigious belt in the business. Punk begins pulling himself up, but Rios begins to ascend the ladder anyway. Punk drops back to the ground, then rolls to the ring apron,. Punk pulls himself up, pulls back on the ropes, bounces up to the top rope, then springboards with a dropkick to the ladder! Rios, who was on the 6th step, falls back hard and hit’s the mat, then the ladder falls right on top of him! Rios quickly scurries to the outside of the ring, holding his back and trying to shake off the momentary pain. Punk manages to regain some adrenaline throughout his body as he lifts the ladder up underneath the belt. Punk then takes a 15 foot ladder, lifting it over his head and throws it onto Joseph Rios on the outside! Punk falls back, but then crawls and gets the other 15 foot ladder. Punk takes the 15 foot ladder over to the 20 foot ladder, and puts one end on the turnbuckle, and the other end though one of the steps about halfway up the ladder. Just then, Rios enters the ring and connects with a huge belly-to-back suplex on Jason Punk! Punk rolls backward, practically being turned inside out! Rios then lifts Punk to his feet again, takes Punk’s neck and swings him around, hitting a neck breaker! Rios looks down at Punk, who is battered, bruised and bleeding profusely and looks the other way as he begins the walk to the tall ladder. Rios begins ascending the ladder step by step, eagerly staring at the prize above him. Rios begins is 2 steps away as he reaches, but Punk is ascending the turnbuckle! Punk begins to cower onto the ladder laying down, walking on top of it and then running at Rios! Rios looks just in time and Pushes Punk down onto the ladder!

John Roth: Things are really not looking to bright for Punk, Rios has this one in the bag!

Howie Edwards: This has been an intense contest no matter what, so no matter what happens, I am happy to call one of these two men WWS world champion!

Rios hops down onto the ladder as he pulls Punk in between his legs. Both men, who are standing on a bridge between the top turnbuckle and the ladder, shake, but Rios maintains balance, then leaps up and drills Jason Punk with The Perfect Shot(Pedigree), and the ladder snaps into 2 pieces, the men falling down to the mat below! Jason Punk’s head bashes against the mat, completely lifeless and more blood than ever pouring form atop his head. Joseph Rios is on the ground as well, but Rios begins to get back up to his feet, then stares at the carnage and blood stains in the ring. Rios looks down at Punk and a look of sympathy comes over his face.

John Roth: Holy shit! That was insane, Punk, if he had any speckle of a chance before, is now out of luck.

As Rios looks down at his fallen friend, he feels a sense of guilt come over him. He snaps back to his original goal, though, and takes begins to ascend the ladder to reach the WWS world championship. Slowly, he takes a step up each stair. With each step, he looks back, making sure his opponent is down. A smile comes over Rios' face as he slowly reaches up for the belt which is dangling above the ring. As he reaches up, Punk musters up enough strength to reach the ladder and somehow tip Rios off and to the floor on the outside! Running on pure adrenaline, Punk almost rushes up the ladder. He looks down at his fallen ally, but reaches the belt and takes it down. Punk holds the belt high above his head, then brings it down to his chest. He falls back off the ladder from blood loss, a champion.

John Roth: Ladies and gentlemen, Jason Punk has somehow managed to become the first WWS champion!!! We will see you on Death Proof to see the outcome of this incredible match! Good night everybody!

Xanta · 06-18-2008, 12:10 PM

The 2nd PPV main event was a spectacle. This saw two former friends collide. Jason Punk, the reigning WWS champion was set to defend his title against one half of the WWS tag team champions, Nick Corvo. Corvo had a vengeance and an ultimate advantage, but was Punk's heart enough to overcome the devilish Corvo and retain the title?

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WWS Presents: Blood Stained Pride! Jan. 27th 2008!

[b ]John Roth[/b]: This is the showdown we have been waiting for. This one has been a long time coming. Both of these men were part of FWF and FTW, and it is culminating here tonight at Blood Stained Pride.

Punk and Corvo begin to square off, but the tension is high as if everyone is waiting for the first move. Just as Punk runs toward Corvo, the challenger jumps out through the middle rope, much to the crowd's dismay.

Howie Edwards: The tension right now is so high, whoever makes the first move should make it a big one!

The challenger slides back into the ring, not taking an eye off of the champion. Corvo looks deep into the eyes, looking for the slightest hint of fear or weakness, but fails in finding any. Corvo gets up from his knee’s, but he quickly drops down again, but this time runs up behind Punk, pushing back on his legs and sending him down to the mat face first! The challenger quickly rolls over to the front, applying a side headlock on the champion as Punk quickly gets to his feet, then slides out of the headlock, pushing Corvo in front with an arm bar. Corvo struggles to find a way out, trying to send his elbow back into Punk’s face, but Punk moves out of the way. Corvo finally manages to reach back with his right hand, grabbing Punk’s head and maintaining a headlock. Punk waists little to no time as he backs up slowly then pushes Corvo off as he bounces off the ropes, but Corvo manages to hold on, despite being pushed by Punk. Punk continually looks for a way to escape, and he finally attempts to push Corvo off again, but again Corvo only stumbles forward, maintaining the headlock. Punk tries to push off into another arm bar, but Nick lets go, this time hitting a drop toe hold, sending Punk down to the mat!

John Roth: It seems that the challenger is a better technician. Hopefully Punk is on his A- game!

Nick floats over again on the champ, grabbing another side headlock. Nick leans back, putting a ton of pressure on Punk’s head. Punk gets up to one knee, then pushes Corvo up, applying an arm bar again out of desperation. Corvo tries breaking free, but after a few seconds, gives up and tries to reach the ropes. Punk pushes the arm up some more, almost taking Corvo’s arm out of it’s socket, as Corvo falls down onto one knee. Corvo quickly manages to push the champion off of him. As Punk goes and hit’s the rope, Corvo charges forward with a clothesline, taking himself over the top rope along with Punk! Both men crash on the outside, but Corvo and Punk begin to get to their feet on the outside, but Corvo ducks underneath Punk, picking him up onto his shoulders like he will hit the Air Raid Crash!

John Roth: This one could be over every early!

Corvo walks over to the steel steps with the struggling world champion. Nick climbs to the second step, facing the post, but Punk out of no where uses his weight and flips Nick over with a sunset flip onto the bottom step!

Howie Edwards: Amazing counter by the champion!

Corvo slides to the ground, as does the champion. Punk struggles for a moment, looking on at Corvo who is clutching his back. Corvo tries pulling himself up on the guard rail, but Punk gets to his feet, runs over at Corvo and drills him with a dropkick to the back of the head! Corvo shoots forward into the steel barricade, flipping over it from the impact and into the first row! Corvo, on the floor, lays prone as Punk walks over to the steel barricade. Grabs it with both of his hands, then jumps on top and flies off of it, hitting a perfectly placed leg drop to the challenger!

John Roth: My god, Howie! This match is becoming brutal and we are just kicking off the main event!

Howie Edwards: But will the champion’s inability to pace himself hurt him in the end?

Punk gets up to his feet and yells into the air “COME ON LONG ISLAND!” into the air as the crowd roars in approval of the world champion. Punk bends down and grabs Nick’s head, pulling him up to his feet as he begins to toss him over the guardrail, but Corvo shoots his elbow back in one swift motion to the skull of the champion! Punk stumbles back a few steps as Corvo runs forward, jumps up and is in a monkey flip position in the crowd! Corvo forces his weight back as Punk JOLTS up into the air, flipping as his back CRUSHES onto the top of the guardrail! The champion’s head whiplashes, then comes forward as he hit’s the safety mats on the outside of the ring head first!

Crowd: Holy shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

John Roth: The champion was just turned inside out! He collided head first into the security mats, which are very thin, on the outside! He could be concussed!

Howie Edwards: I told you his inability would cost him!

Punk continues to roll around clutching his head as the challenger gets to his feet, recovering. Corvo, still in the crowd, takes a chance as he runs toward the guard rail, leaps up to the top without touching it, then jumps off, bringing his legs up, then shooting them downward to the head of Jason Punk when he finally gets there! Corvo rolls forward, smiling with content as the champion appears to be lifeless on the outside of the ring. Corvo walks over to the champion, very confident. The crowd begins to rally behind the champion, but nothing will do as Corvo drags the lifeless body of Punk up onto the ring apron, then slides him into the ring. Corvo slides into the ring after him, immediately attempts a pin fall!

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[I]Punk manages to get his foot up onto the bottom rope! The crowd in the arena has erupted as they thought the champion was down. The challenger quickly rolls the champion to the middle of the ring, still in disbelief. Corvo hooks the leg this time, hoping for a pin.

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2.…

Punk kicks out, this time with a little bit more force behind it. Corvo has a growing sense of frustration on his face as he looks down at Punk, contemplating what damage to inflict next. Corvo takes Punk’s head and begins to pull it toward the turnbuckle post on the left near the crowd. Corvo rests Punk’s head on the bottom turnbuckle as he begins to walk backward to the opposite side of the ring. Corvo then charges at full speed at Punk, leaping up and attempting a dropkick, but Punk manages to roll out of the way! Corvo’s missed dropkick attempt sends him flying through the second and bottom ropes, hitting the floor hard!

John Roth: My god, this match is intense! Any minute could spell the end for one of these competitors!

Howie Edwards: No matter what, who ever comes out of this put in a hard well fought effort!

Punk begins to recover on the inside of the ring, trying to gain some sense. Corvo on the outside, holds his head, but is pulling himself on the ring apron. Punk begins to walk over to the ropes where Corvo is climbing onto. Corvo quickly takes advantage, grabbing the back of Punk’s head, then falling back, snapping Punk’s neck against the ropes! Punk falls back onto his ass as Corvo gets on the apron, the gabs onto the top rope, the jumps forward in between the middle and bottom rope, legs first as he connects with a dropkick to the jaw of the champion! Corvo slides right through as he pushes Punk to the center of the ring for a cover!

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2.…

[I]Punk’s kicks out, but not with much force. Frustration begins to grow on the face of the challenger, but Corvo continues to work on the champion. Corvo sits Punk up, then aggressively applies a headlock. Punk, who is trying to regain some momentum, is beginning to fade away. Corvo quickly releases the headlock, though, and just gets to his feet, waiting for the champion to get back to his feet.

John Roth: He must not be thinking good if he let go of a move that could have potentially put away his opponent..

Corvo, on his feet, walks over to the turnbuckle and completely rips it off without mercy, just tearing it to shreds. The referee attempts to stop Corvo from doing so, but Corvo just shoves the referee out of the way. Corvo picks up Punk, then goes for an Irish Whip into the exposed turnbuckle, but Punk reverses! Corvo shoots into the turnbuckle, but gets his foot up! Punk runs at Corvo, but Corvo hit’s a drop toe hold on Punk, as Punk shoots forward face first into the exposed turnbuckle! Punk falls back as blood begins to spill from the head of the champion.

John Roth: Damnit, not this way!

Corvo quickly pulls the champion into the center of the ring, bloody and all and attempts a pinfall!

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2.…..

thre..

Punk manages to dig deep inside of himself and get the shoulder up off the canvas before the three count! The crowd explodes as Coro can’t believe it! Corvo gets to his feet and grabs the referee by the collar and begins to shove him around. Suddenly, Punk is up to one knee. Punk manages to push himself off the ground and run toward Corvo, but Corvo moves out of the way as Punk drills the referee with a lariat that practically turns him inside out!

Howie Edwards: There goes to the referee!

John Roth: Things really aren’t going well for Punk!

Corvo rolls to the outside of the ring as Punk slowly gets to his feet on the inside. Corvo begins to search around ringside, but finally manages to take the ring bell from the timekeeper and slides into the ring with it in hand. Punk gets to his feet as Corvo charges with the ring bell at Punk, but Punk ducks under, sends a huge boot right to the scrotum of the challenger then DDT’s Corvo right onto the ring bell! Corvo is lifeless as Punk rolls into the cover, but there is no referee!

John Roth: Oh come on, damnit! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5! Corvo is out!

Howie Edwards: If Punk didn’t hit the referee, then he would have his title belt in hand and be walking to the back now!

Punk sits up in frustration, looking down at his fallen advisary. Punk begins to get to his feet, as he yells out to the crowd “SOCIETY’S FALLING!! Punk stalks the challenger, holding his back and head in pain. Finally, Corvo gets to his feet and turns around groggily and Punk lifts him high upon his shoulders! Punk pushes him forward, but Corvo lands on his feet, goes under, takes Punk down, then slingshots Punk into the ring post! Punk stumbles back on one knee as Corvo runs forward, jumping up high into the air and hitting an inziguri! Punk begins to fall to the ground, but Corvo picks him up high above, then runs toward the center of the ring, drilling the It Came From Chicago (Air Raid Crash)!!

Howie Edwards: The referee is moving! This is it, new champ, new champ!!

John Roth: Come on Punk!

[I]The referee begins to crawl into position for a pinfall, as Corvo covers, hooking the champion’s leg!

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2.……………

2.99999999999999!!!!!!!

John Roth: PUNK KICKED OUT OF IT CAME FROM CHICAGO! I DON’T THINK THAT HAS EVER BEEN DONE BEFORE!

Howie Edwards: My god, this match has me on the edge of my seat!

Corvo sits up, shocked as the referee returns to his fetal position, not fully recovered from the lariat early on. Punk is lifeless in the center of the ring, the crowd buzzing with anticipation, chanting “Lets go Punk!” in unison. Corvo begins to lift the lifeless champion up to his feet, then appears to be going for the Corvoshock Combination! Punk somehow manages to get out of it, though, as he slides behind, wraps his arms around the waist of the challenger and leans back, throwing Corvo over his head, hitting a release German Suplex!

John Roth: Both men are now down! Whoever gets to his feet first will have the advantage!

Howie Edwards: Come on, get up Corvo!

The referee, on one knee, begins to notice the surrounding environment as he begins a ten count.

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Both men begin to move around the ring, attempting to gain some composure.

8.…..

Corvo and Punk are pulling themselves up…

9.……

Corvo and Punk are on their knee’s….

Te..

Both men manage to reach their feet before the double countout!

John Roth: MY god that was a close one!

Punk stumbles forward, then swings back and connects with a huge right hand to Corvo! Corvo does the same, as Punk bounces off the ropes, this time connecting with a huge forearm strike! Corvo bounces off the ropes, comes back, grabs the back of the champion’s head then hit’s a huge European Uppercut! Punk falls to the mat, but gets up relatively quickly. Corvo shoots Punk off the ropes, attempts a clothesline, but Punk ducks under, then slides behind grabbing Corvo, falling back and applying a huge Guillotine Choke! Corvo begins to struggle as Punk pulls back hard, the pressure only increasing. The crimson mask of Punk begins to flow down onto the challenger as Corvo begins to go into desperation mode, looking for any possible escape. Punk screams “Tap!” as the challenger is desperately looking for a way out!

John Roth: Punk has him in the choke! He has him! Corvo is done for!!

[I]Corvo tries to get up onto all fours, but the pressure from the choke hold is to great, as he stumbles onto the ground! Corvo begins to fade away as the referee begins to take notice. The referee quickly slides into position to check up on the challenger, Punk not giving any leeway. The referee raises Corvo’s hand high up into the air for the first time, but it drops down to the mat limply as the crowd erupts. The anticipation in the building is growing with every passing second, not one person sitting in there seat! The referee raises Corvo’s hand as it drops back down to the canvas for the second time! The crowd is in a frenzy as Punk has a smile on his face, but is maintaining the pressure! Although not over yet, Punk feels the victory and is very close to achieving his first title defense! Corvo’s hand is raised for the third and final time, but Corvo digs deep within himself, granb hold of something and one millimeter before his hand touches the canvas, Corvo’s hand shoots up! The crowd boo’s loudly as Punk still maintains the choke hold, not giving up. Corvo begins to crawl and push forward for the ropes, but Punk, still mainting the choke, struggles backward and gets Corvo in the center of the ring! The crowd erupts as Corvo’s hand raises up in the air, about to tap out from the pressure, but Corvo manages to roll backward into a cover, the choke still applied!

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2.……..

Punk releases the choke hold as he realizes he was about to lose the title! Corvo is still down on the mat, but is beginning to get to his feet as Punk kips up from the ground! He holds onto the ropes for support as he begins to taunt the challenger! Punk runs forward at Corvo, lifts him high up into the air, drops him right onto his knee, then plants with a huge DDT!

John Roth: Punk did it! He hit Society’s falling! My god, my god!!

Howie Edwards: This is it, this is it! Come on Corvo, kick out, kick out!!

Punk rolls on top of Corvo, hooking the leg closest to him into a cover!

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2 ¾!

Corvo uses his ring presence to manage to get his foot up on the bottom rope! Punk looks down at the challenger in obvious frustration, as only one other man has kicked out of that move. Punk begins to lift the challenger to his feet, but as he does, Corvo takes him up, sets him up and hit’s the CorvoShock Combination!(Lethal Combination) In the dead center of the ring!

John Roth: My god, my god, so many turns and twists, this is the best match this company has seen!

[I]Punk is limp in the center of the ring, as Corvo begins to crawl to the champion. Corvo finally makes his way to the champion, then hooks the leg as the referee slides into position!

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2.999999999999999!!!

Howie Edwards: The champion kicked out!

John Roth: This just shows you how much this world title means to these two men! They will do anything to keep it around their waist!

Corvo shoots up in absolute shock. Corvo begins to wonder if he has what it takes to finally become champion and reach the top of the mountain, Corvo picks up Punk to his feet, but Punk connects with a few hard right hands to the gut of Corvo! Corvo quickly stumbles back, but Punk pulls him forward, kicks him in the gut, then pushes him back into the turnbuckle. Punk, with all of his being left takes Corvo up to the top ropes, then begins to hammer away on the challenger.

John Roth: What could Punk be thinking now?

Howie Edwards: I think this could be it!

Punk steps through the ropes and onto the apron, as he begins to climb to the top where Corvo is laying prone. Punk then lifts Corvo up onto his shoulders, as he yells out at the top of his lungs “Society’s Falling!” The crowd erupts as he takes a step, but Corvo slides back onto the top rope as Punk falls forward. Corvo then jumps up, comes down grabbing Punk’s head underneath his arm, swinging around and then hitting a tornado DDT! Punk lays prone in the center of the ring as he quickly runs forward into another cover!

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Punk gets the shoulder up! The crowd is in a complete frenzy as Corvo begins to lift the champion up to his feet yet again in the center of the ring, but Punk gets Corvo on his shoulders! Punk gets in motion for Society’s Falling, but Corvo slides back. Punk turns around, is lifted high up by Corvo for It Came From Chicago, but Punk gets free again. Punk gets to his feet fast, going for a Guillotene choke, but Corvo struggles and can’t get it in! Corvo struggles out, but as he does he lifts Punk high upon his shoulders and hits Society’s Falling on Punk!

John Roth: He stole Punk’s finishing move! My god!

Howie Edwards: Imagine the riot that would insue if Corvo won like this?!

[I]Corvo goes into the cover!

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2.……

2.999999999999999!!

Punk kicks out! Corvo is in absolute shock, but he wastes no time getting Punk up to his feet, then takes him up, runs forward and hits It Came From Chicago! Corvo has a look of aggravation and victory on his face as he rolls into the cover!

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2.9999999999999999!!!!!!!!!!!

Punk manages to roll the shoulder up off the canvas at the last possible nanosecond! Corvo litterally gets up and begins to yell at the referee, who is only doing his job. Punk begins to struggle to his feet as Corvo is distracted. Punk finally reaches his feet after 2 minutes of the nonsense from Corvo as he runs, but Corvo turns around just in time, takes Punk high up and runs forward, hitting the It Came From Chicago yet again! Corvo covers!

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3!!

John Roth: OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!

Howie Edwards: He did it, Corvo is champ, Corvo is champion!

John Roth: Nick Corvo has just won the WWS World Heavyweight Championship!

The crowd begins to boo ferociously as they begin throwing many items into the ring to show disrespect to the new chanpion. Color Of Money- Bury Your Dead begins to play as Nick Corvo is handed the WWS World Championship belt.

Jake Green: Here is your winner, and the NEW WWS World Heavyweight Champion, NICKKKKKK CORVOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

John Roth: What does this mean for WWS? The Atheist Alliance have it all! We will see you on Death Proof, thank you for joining us here at Blood Stained Pride!

Xanta · 06-18-2008, 12:12 PM

And finally, the PPV main event which culminated an almost 6 month feud. This main event started building at the 2nd WWS show.Without further ado, the War Games match...

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Main Event: War Games Match
The Opposition (Team Captain Diablo, Jason Roche, James Magnum, Jason Punk and Stu St. Clair) Vs. The Oracle of Destruction (Team Captain Nick Corvo, Bobby Mitchell, Big Evil, Nick Malone and Jay Guerrieri)

Ding Ding Ding!

John Roth: Since the dawn of WWS, this is what we have been waiting for!

Howie Edwards: This crowd is electric!

John Roth: Diablo is coming in first for The Opposition….and here comes Nick Malone in for The Oracle!

The team captain for The Opposition stays in the ring on the far left, as Malone enters on the far right. The two stare from opposite rings with an intensity unrivaled to anything WWS has seen before. The two men are waiting for the first man to make a move, but Diablo cant wait any longer, as he runs to the other ring, hopping over the two sets of ropes! Malone tries backing up, but meets the cage!

John Roth: There is no where to run tonight!

Howie Edwards: This is terrible! Someone rescue Nick!

Diablo gets to Nick, immediately unloading on Nick with a flurry of right and left hands, assaulting Nick. Nick backs up into the turnbuckle, and as he does, Diablo grabs the top rope and stomps away at Nick in the corner. Nick sinks to the mat below, trying to cover up. Diablo takes Nick up by his head, not letting Nick get any rest. Diablo takes his arm, shooting him off into the opposite turnbuckle. Diablo follows and when Nick reaches Diablo charges with a clothesline! Nick stumbles forward as Diablo takes his head, running it over and slamming it into the cage! Nick bounces back, falling to the floor!

John Roth: I have never, ever seen Diablo so intent on hurting someone!

Howie Edwards: After months of mind games, it happens!

Diablo picks Nick up again, and takes him up for a suplex, but Nick Malone falls back, breaking lose. As Diablo turns around, Malone wraps his big arms around Diablo, then tosses him back into the cage with a reverse overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Diablo crumples on the bottom of the cage as Malone stumbles forward, trying to ware off any ill effects from the earlier assault.

John Roth: My god, Diablo just shattered up against the cage!

Howie Edwards: Just like that the whole pace of the match has changed!

As Malone gets to his feet, he walks over to Diablo. He lifts Diablo by his long, black hair, then sends him into the ropes. Malone bends over as Diablo shoots back, but Diablo sends his boot to the jaw of Nick! Nick shoots up as Diablo bounces off the ropes again, this time coming back attempting a big boot. Malone ducks the attempt of the big boot and this allows Diablo to get crotched on the top rope! As Diablo stays on the top rope crotched, Malone walks over behind Diablo, picks him up for a belly-to-back suplex, but runs him fast first with full momentum into the cage! Diablo falls down to the mat in between the ropes and the cage, as he lays on the ground hurt. Malone raises his hands high into the air, taunting the crowd.

John Roth: Diablo has been busted wide open! That was just a brutal maneuver!

Howie Edwards: Malone is serving a dish to Diablo best known as ownage.

Malone, who has a new found sense of pride, lifts the bloody Diablo to his feet in between the cage and the ropes. He pulls Diablo forward, but the shoots him back so the back of his head hit’s the cage! The impact is sickening, but Malone does it again! This time Diablo falls over the top rope, hitting the mat below hard. Malone pulls Diablo into the center of the ring for the first cover of the matchup.

1...2.…

Diablo manages to roll his shoulder up! Malone has some visible growing frustration as he takes Diablo to his feet, grabs his crimson face by the back and runs him over, chucking him into the other ring.

John Roth: The Opposition are dying to get in to help out Diablo!

Howie Edwards: Yeah but remember who has the advantage!

Malone hops over into the right ring, where The Opposition are closest. As Malone looks down at Diablo, he wastes no time lifting him high up onto his shoulders. Malone begins running toward the cage with Diablo on top, but Diablo slides off, then pushes Malone off into the ropes. Diablo bounces off the opposite side of the ring, then comes back, meeting Malone in the middle of the ring with a huge spear, turning Malone inside out! The two men are down, Diablo beginning to stagger to his feet. As Diablo pulls his bloody self up, he approaches Malone. Malone is holding his gut as Diablo takes him up onto his shoulders. Malone slides back, Diablo turns around Diablo turns around and is met with an Enzuigiri! Diablo drops to one knee as Malone hit’s the ropes, bouncing off and nailing Diablo with a huge bulldog! Just as he does, he gets to his feet relatively fast. A 10 count starts, signifying the next entrant into the match. Malone begins to lift Diablo up to his feet, but Diablo sends a hard right hand to the gut of Nick Malone! Just as it seems Diablo is about to pick up some momentum, the referee opens the cage door on the side of The Oracle of Destruction, thus allowing Jay Guerrieri to step into the ring! Guerrieri, the fresh man in the ring, immediately walks over to the left ring where Malone and Diablo are brawling. Jay turns Diablo around, startling him, then sends him off the ropes with an Irish Whip. As Diablo bounces back, he slides behind Jay, looking to attempt a German Suplex. As he pulls back, Malone bounces off the ropes, coming forward and jumping over Guerrieri and Diablo, landing in a sunset flip position! He pulls back, which causes a chain effect of Diablo hitting the suplex on Guerrieri, but Malone has a rollup!

1.…2.…

Diablo manages to kick his legs around the head of Malone, thus causing the break of the pinfall.

John Roth: I have never seen such a thing in my life!

Howie Edwards: Someone attend to Jay! He needs help!

John Roth: It was just a suplex…chill out.

Howie Edwards: EMT’S!!!

With Jay Guerreri recovering from quite the suplex, Nick picks Diablo up by his air, with a cocky grin on his face. He grabs on Diablo’s arm, giving him a big irish rope to the ropes as he also bounces back running towards Diablo giving him a huge running spinning neckbreaker! Diablo falls onto his back, his hands on his head in pain. Nick drives an elbow right onto his stomach! Diablo gets his hands on his stomach as Nick gives him a big stomp to his head, before driving yet another elbow onto Diablo! After the elbow Nick starts stomping right on Diablo’s right arm before driving a knee drop… not once, not twice, but three times! Diablo is holding onto his arm just as Nick gets down grabbing the right arm and executing a Fujiwara arm bar. He holds onto it for about twenty seconds before Diablo manages to get to the ropes looking at the other ring at his Opposition team members as they all look anxious to get inside the ring. Somehow he manages to roll on his back just as Nick is about to drag his legs, giving Nick a kick into his chest, as he stumbles back, falling before getting up. But Diablo is now up, holding his arm and giving Nick a huge lariat as he runs towards him! He tries to shake off the pain from his right arm.

John Roth: Let’s just hope his arm isn’t too badly injured.

Howie Edwards: It just happens in wrestling, John. Arms get all torn up…

He looks towards where Jay is and he’s stirring up from the suplex earlier, before looking back towards Nick. Diablo climbs the turnbuckle slowly and carefully as he holds onto his right arm. His back is towards Nick as he’s about to attempt an aerial move… he finally gets to the top, steadying himself and he jumps off executing a perfect moonsault as he lands right on Nick! Diablo makes the cover…

One… two…

It’s broken by Jay Guerreri as he drags Diablo by his feet and drags him through the ropes into the other ring! Diablo quickly gets up to his feet, standing nose for nose as they begin giving each other lefts and rights back and forth! Diablo finally gets the advantage with a large uppercut that surprises Jay but he comes back with a huge punch to Diablo’s face! This gets Diablo stumbling a bit as Jay grabs his right arm, having watched Nick stomp on it earlier, and gives him a huuuge whip right into the cage! Diablo’s face crashes hard into the cage as he stumbles before Jay grabs him again giving him another whip, which gets Diablo falling onto the mat. Jay just gives him knee drops everywhere on Diablo’s body, methodically picking on each of his body parts. Nick, having recovered from the moonsault, walk up to Jay as they begin stomping on Diablo all over, as there’s nothing they can do. Outside the ring, Jason is pacing back and forth screaming that he wants to get into the ring. A ten count finally starts as the Oracle just stomp all over Diablo, moreso on his right arm, leaving him helpless.

Howie Edwards: Roach sure is anxious to get inside there!

John Roth: Excuse me, it’s Roche! People need to get his name right. And what man wouldn’t be?! Diablo, a buddy of his, is being beaten up as we speak!

Howie Edwards: Holy crap! Jason sure has a lot of energy!

We see that a door for the cage as been opened as Jason Roche runs into the empty ring, jumping himself over the ropes into the other ring as Nick runs into a huge lariat from Jason! He gets up right away as he starts delivering punches to Jay before giving him a rough middle kick into his stomach before coming up with a missile dropkick right onto his face! This gets Jay stumbling a bit, but not falling down as Roche bounces backs into the ropes, running towards him and gives Jay a shorts arm clothesline, as he lays down on the mat taking a breather.

John Roth: Holy mother of… just…

Howie Edwards: Yeah, John, we get the point here. Roach has a lot of energy, but he just crashed and burned right there.

Roche gets up to his feet after being all over the place. He gets on his knees next to Diablo checking up on him before he grabs on his left arm, lifting him up. They both look at each other and nod. Diablo walks to Nick as Jason walks to Jay nearby. Diablo picks Nick up as Jason does the same. They both pick their opponents up onto their shoulders slamming them back onto the mat. Roche mentions something to Diablo but the words aren’t quite audible. They both go to their respective turnbuckles, looking to the crowd and looking to their opponents. They climb it as they both get to the top, steadying themselves. They nod as they both jump off, executing huge double leg drops right onto both of their chests! Both Nick and Jay grab their chest in pain as they both get to their knees from the impact.

John Roth: Jason and Diablo are showing some good team work here.

[I]Diablo picks up Nick by his hair as Jason picks Jay by his neck but somehow, they both respond with punches! Nick elbows Diablo right hard on his stomach as Jay continues punching onto the fresh Roche in the stomach. Jay gets his hands around Roche as he propels him in the air, doing a overhead belly to belly suplex! After watching the move, Nick smiles and grabs around Diablo, also propelling him into the air with a tiger suplex! They both do a quick pinfall on their respective opponents as the referee comes down with both hands counting…

One…

Two…

No! Both Diablo and Roche kick out at the same time!

Howie Edwards: Now, that was rather interesting.

Jay picks Roche by his hair but Jason manages to give him a small punch to his stomach but it doesn’t even faze Jay as he comes back with a hard punch of his own! It’s enough to faze Roche a bit to walk onto Jay as he picks him up, putting Roche onto his shoulders. He walks to the edge with the intentions of slamming him into the cage but Roche gets his right hand tightly on the cage. Jay manages to yank his hand away and throws Roche into the cage! Jason stumbles back as Jay pick him up again and does the same thing but this time, Jason manages to turn around a bit and grabs both his hands on the cage with his feet on the middle rope. He climbs up to the top rope but Jay gets his arms onto the ropes as Roche falls to the ropes… between his legs!

John Roth: Ouch, that did not look pretty! I’d hate to be Roche right now…

Howie Edwards: You’re stating the obvious John, of course it’s never pretty! Us girls just don’t realize how much a kick to the balls really hurt…

Roche screams a bit in pain as we see Nick has been working on Diablo during process, giving him a DDT into the ground! Jay grabs onto Roche’s right arm yanking him off the ropes and right onto Diablo! Jay and Nick smile at each other as Jay walks to the turnbuckle yet again as Nick walks slowly behind him. Jay climbs to the rop as Nick rests his back onto the turnbuckle. Jay wraps his legs around Nick’s shoulder, as they both get steady. Nick – holding Jay on his shoulders – before powerbombing Jay right onto both Diablo and Roche!

John Roth: Oh my gawd!!~ What a powerbomb onto Roche and Diablo!! Jay sacrificed himself so they could pay…

Howie Edwards: Now… that looked awesome.

Jay rolls himself off Roche and Diablo as they both hold onto their stomachs as we hear a ten count…Nick drags Roche off Diablo and gives him a quick pinfall…

One…

Two…

No! Roche kicks out right at two! This frustrates Nick a bit but he doesn’t hesitate as he also does a quick pinfall on Diablo.

One…

Two…

No! Diablo gets his left shoulder at two! This frustrates Nick once again as he gets his hands throughout his air. As he sits there, the door to the cage finally opens and he gets a big smirk as he sees who has entered… Big Evil!

John Roth: Jason and Diablo are pretty much screwed now…

Howie Edwards: Of course they are! Do you see the size of that man? He’s huge!

Nick laughs as Big Evil enters the empty ring. He methodically walks to the ropes and gets his legs over it as he walks up to Roche. He pulls him roughly by the air, lifting him up to his chest as Roche looks worried… lifts Roche up again over his shoulders… and then holds Roche into the air! He holds him there for a few seconds as Roche looks bug eyed before throwing him right across the ring as Roche lands on his stomach hard!

John Roth: ……….holy god…

Howie Edwards: He just has so much strength!

Jay is now sitting against a turnbuckle watching Big Evil, along with Nick as he sits smiling, loving what’s happening. Big Evil yanks Diablo’s hair right hard getting his head between his legs, his hands now on Diablo’s stomach before he lifts him up onto his shoulders as Diablo’s eyes bulge as he tries to give Big Evil a punch but it’s to no avail as Big Evil slams him into the ground, giving him a HUGE Bocephus Bomb (Double Underhook Powerbomb)!!!

John Roth: ……….

Howie Edwards: I’m with you now…. I mean……. holy….

The Oracle of Destruction members inside the ring all look at each other with satisfaction on their faces. Big Evil has a grin that only a mother can love, and the crowd is showing their disapproval of the dominant faction. As all three oracle members are in the ring, they begin to dictate the pace of the match, just stomping away at Roche and Evil at their free will.

John Roth: You can just see the anticipation of The Opposition to get in the ring! They want to end The Oracle here tonight!

Howie Edwards: Like that would ever happen!

The three men look at each other, and without even saying a word, Big Evil and Nick Malone lift Diablo and the junior heavyweight champion to their feet. Simultaneously, they shoot the Opposition off the ropes, and as they come bouncing back, they duck two attempted big boots, and as if they were twins, both kick their opponents in the gut, and drill them with DDT’s! Roche is up before Diablo is, since Roche is the fresher of the two, and Jay is having a hard time believing that the duo are fighting back. Jay charges at Roche, but Roche ducks an attempted clothesline, then grabs Jay by his head, running up the cage, but as he tries to flip back, attempting Slice of Heaven, Guerrieri manages to break the hold, making him slide off onto a press slam position onto his shoulder. As Guerrieri smiles, he runs with Roche on his shoulder toward the cage. Before he hit’s the cage, Roche slides back, breaking free and lands on his knees. As Guerrieri turns around, Roche digs deep down and hits Guerrieri with a huge super kick to the jaw! Guerrieri falls back limply.

John Roth: I think Roche outsmarted Guerrieri

Howie Edwards: Nope, not possible, sorry. A dumb stupid poopey head cant beat up a veteran.

Back on the other side of things, Malone is staggering to get to his feet, as Diablo and Big Evil begin to exchange right hands. This doesn’t fare well for Diablo, of course, as Evil leans back and sends a huge right hand to the jaw of his opponent, completely knocking him down to the ground. He gets up to his feet fairly fast, but as he does, he grabs Diablo, pushes him in between his legs, then sets him up for a cradle piledriver. As he runs toward the center of the ring with Diablo in position, Jason Roche comes out of NO WHERE and drills a super kick to Big Evil! Evil drops Diablo, who gets to his feet fast, lifting Evil and then hitting an F-5!!

John Roth: He got Evil! HE might have him here!

Howie Edwards: Evil is down, this isn’t good! Oracle, help!!!

Diablo falls on top of Evil for the cover!

One…

Two….

Thre-

Nick Malone jumps on top of Diablo, breaking up the pin! Diablo slowly gets to his feet as Malone takes him, then executes a beautiful Nothern Lights Suplex, holding on for a bridge with a pinfall attempt!

One…

Two..

Just as the referee comes down for the three, Jason Roche gets to his feet, and in heroic fashion runs across the ring, jumping and then bringing his knee’s down to the gut of Nick Malone! Malone falls off of Diablo, allowing Diablo to roll off to the side for the time being. With momentum again on his side, Roche lifts Malone to his feet, but as he does, Jay Guerrieri turns Roche around and hit’s a T-Bone suplex!

John Roth: This match is very exciting..thrilling to say the least!

Howie Edwards: The determinination these men have is unparalleled!

The ten count begins for James Magnum to enter the match, and James is already amped up, holding onto the cage door. The seconds can’t count down fast enough, as all men are down in the ring except Jay. As the referee opens the door and the crowd explodes, James Magnum enters the ring and looks directly at his step-brother. Guerrieri is hesitant, but he takes a diving leap at Magnum, which wasn;t smart, because Magnum avoids it, runs towards the ropes, bounces back and meets Jay with Murdering a Motherfucker, turning him inside out! Just as James is about to go for a cover, Big Evil creeps up from behind James, turning him around and meeting him with a kick to the gut. As Evil lifts him up into power bomb position, James sends his right fist hard into the head of Big Evil two times, and is able to slide off the back. As Evil turns around, Magnum has already bounced off the ropes, and meets Evil with Murdering a Motherfucker(Clothesline from hell)! James quickly gets the cover!

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2.999!!

Big Evil kicks out at the last possible nanosecond!

John Roth: What?! What in the world?! No one has ever kicked out of MAMF!

Howie Edwards: Get your facts straight, Big Evil has!

Magnum can’t believe how Evil has gotten out of the pin, but he gets to his feet, and reaches his hand into his back pocket.

John Roth: I wonder what he has planned here…

The question is answered soon enough, as James pulls out a big black bag. He wastes no time emptying the containments of the bag onto the floor, which are revealed to be thumbtacks! The crowd goes nuts for the thumbtacks, as Magnum bounces off the ropes again, going for another huge clothesline, but Evil ducks, turns Jay around, wrapping his bear sized hands around his neck. As he does this, and the end seems near for Magnum, Diablo is back to his feet, as he distracts Evil. As Evil throws Magnum to the side, Diablo runs at Evil, but Evil catches Diablo mid jump with one hand, and slams him down onto the thousands of jagged edged thumb tacks with brutal force!

John Roth: Oh my god! Diablo’s flesh has been pierced!

Howie Edwards: The end is near for The Opposition!

Diablo is essentially having a seizure on the floor, as he rolls out of the thumbtacks, trying to regain some composure. By the time Evil takes his eyes off the carnage he has created, Jason Roche is back on his feet! He takes Evil by the head, and instead of the turnbuckle, runs up the cage, fly’s back and hit’s a Slice of Heaven onto the remaining thumbtacks! Surprisingly, Evil seems fairly unaffected, even though tacks are piercing his back! Evil gets up to one knee, but before he can, James Magnum comes out of no where and hits an Even Flow DDT onto the tacks! Magnum hops on top of Evil, and Roche hops on top of Magnum for a dog pile type pin!

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Two…

Three!!

BIG EVIL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!

John Roth: What in the world?! They just eliminated the top dog in this match, the man who was supposed to lead The Oracle to victory!

Howie Edwards: They cheated, ref! This ref is blind! Damnit, damnit, damnit!!!!!

Diablo is now seemingly in a lot of pain after being driven into the thumbtacks . Nick Malone and Jay Guerreri looked to be extremely shocked as they watch referees moving Big Evil out of the way. Roche and Magnum are standing side to side with smiles on their faces. Magnum runs towards Guerreri giving him a huge spear right through the middle of the ropes into the other! Roche goes right after Malone as he ducks a punch he has through and jumps on his shoulders, doing a hurricanara! Malone gets up right away but he falls victim to a kick right onto his face and Roche manages to pick him up giving him a scoop slam! Roche takes a quick breather as he goes to check on Diablo. After the spear, Magnum lifts Guerreri up to his feet as he slaps him silly but this just angers Guerreri. He begins elbowing Magnum into the face quite hard before grabbing his arm and irish whipping him into the topes. He bounces back as well and looks to do a huge clothesline from hell on Magnum… but wait! Magnum as ducked as he stands here but Guerreri continues running, bouncing back onto the ropes and runs into a huge spinebuster by Magnum!

John Roth: Jay is knocked out now!!

Howie Edwards: No he isn’t, John, damnit! Jay will come back better than ever!

Magnum immediately goes for the pinfall…

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NO!!! Malone has come onto the situation as he runs in and pulls Magnum right off Guerreri and he starts delivering elbows right onto Magnum as he lays onto the ground! Guerreri has rolled himself to one of the edges of the cage nearby the ropes as he attempts to use them to get up… despite being in pain from the huge spinebuster just a moment before. Malone drives his knees onto Magnum’s right leg several times as Magnum grabs onto the knees holding it in pain. Malone grabs his right leg turning around and executes a boston crab submission! He yells to Malone to tap out but of course, Magnum refuses to do so. After about ten seconds, Malone finally lets go of the boston crab. Not realizing that Roche has climbed the turnbuckle nearby, he stands up and turns around… as Roche jumps off, grabbing Malone’s neck and executing a huge Turnbuckle Tornado DDT! Both men are now sprawled in the ring as Magnum tries to recover from the boston crab, Guerreri slowly getting up from the spear earlier, Diablo standing up trying his best to remove the tacks from his back and a ten count begins.

John Roth: Everyone inside are in pain…

Howie Edwards: Thanks for stating the obvious John…. Now Oracle of Destruction will show everyone why they are the dominant forces around here!

John Roth: Pfft… The Opposition will get their revenge.

Bobby Mitchell is seen on the outside grabbing a table as the door opens. He walks into the ring holding the table and puts it in the ground as he goes right after Diablo, punching his back. The door hadn’t quite opened all the way yet and Nick Corvo, from the outside, throws a chair inside which lands on top of the table Bobby grabs onto Diablo and throws his back right onto the cage. He has an evil grin on his face as he grabs the table and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He grabs Diablo by his air and rolls him onto the table. Bobby climbs the turnbuckle carefully but slowly. As he reaches to the top, he realizes that Diablo has rolled off the table and gets frustrated as he gets on top of Diablo, giving him his fury punches. We get to the other ring as Magnum, Malone, Roche, and Guerreri are just getting to their feet. Magnum and Roche look at each other as well as Malone and Guerreri and they immediately all go after each other, as a wild brawl starts out between Malone and Roche along with Magnum and Guerreri as they all drive punches against each other.

John Roth: Match of the year!!

Magnum and Roche both grab onto their opponents as they are several feet apart slamming them right onto each other! They both fall to the feet but Magnum wastes to time grabbing Guerreri bringing him into the other ring to where the table has been set. Roche looks at Malone and decides to go join Magnum and Diablo in the other ring, so he does so. Bobby sees this and he gets up from punching Diablo, running towards Roche but Roche moves out of the way quickly as Bobby dives towards him and Bobby lands into the other ring, right on his left shoulder! Roche grabs onto the ropes as he jumps himself over the rope and doing a corkscrew plancha in mid air as he lands right on Bobby! He gets up right after and screams to the crowd. He walks himself back to the other ring as Magnum has set Guerreri on the table. He climbs the turnbuckle…

Howie Edwards: Wait a damn minute here! That guy don’t fly…

John Roth: Well, he’s got to do what he’s got to do and he wants to make Jay pay.

Magnum, who doesn’t pride himself to do any aerial moves has gotten himself to the top of the turnbuckle. He jumps off doing a swanton right onto Guerreri as the table breaks!!

John Roth: Did you see that? Huh huh, did you see that Howie!

Magnum throws the broken table pieces away from Guerreri, but picks up a table leg laying next to Guerreri. He slams it right onto his stomach not once… not twice… but three times! The impact is enough as blood can be seen flowing from Guerreri’s mouth! James looks happy as he has made him pay, but he mentions to Jason and Diablo to finish business. He walks to the other ring where Bobby and Malone are laid out, taking a breather as he stares at both forming a plan in his band. We see Diablo finally moving as he walks towards Guerreri, grabbing his leg as he twists him over doing his boston crab, Eruption! Guerreri looks to be out of it completely as Roche joins Diablo, grabbing into Guerreri’s face, giving him his Sweet ‘ol Butter (modified cobra clutch)!!!

Howie Edwards: Jay, don’t you tap! Don’t you dare!
John Roth: Guerreri is on the receiving end of NOT one, but two submissions holds!

Both men pull onto their submissions tighter… and after about five seconds, Guerreri has decided it’s enough and he taps out quite hard onto the ring!

JAY GUERRERI HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!

Howie Edwards: Damn it, Jay! I will never forgive you for this!

John Roth: Ahahah! Guerreri certainly had the hell beaten out of him.

The referee brings Guerreri outside as the door opens as production officials get to Guerreri as he bleeds from the mouth. He doesn’t look very happy that he needs help, but he has to take it because he can barely walk due to the table leg shots he took from Magnum. Nick Corvo nods his head in disappointment as he stands there holding his heavyweight belt. While the door is open, Jason Punk uses it as an opportunity to get inside the ring!

Howie Edwards: Someone needs to throw this punk outta here!! There was no count!! Damnit!!

John Roth: Howie… you need to take a chill pill and bad…

The referee standing next to the door looks confused as he holds back Punk, but he says to let him continue. As Punk comes into the ring, he is sided with his team mates, making it now a 4-on-2 advantage! Diablo, Jason Roche, James Magnum and Jason Punk stare over at The Oracle. Diablo’s crimson mask, Roche’s bruised body and Magnum beginning to tire, it seems as if the Oracle has just a glimmer of hope left. Tired of waiting for the first move, the man who has been in longest, Nick Malone, looks to take a chance. From one ring to another, he begins running toward the opposite ring, but Mitchell manages to jump ahead of him, allowing him to slow down a bit to think over the descision. Mitchell talks for a few seconds, and as The Opposition drop their guard, Mitchell and Malone both run into the other ring, and begin brawling with the not so alert Opposition!

Howie Edwards: The Oracle just outsmarted them!

The first to go down to the ground is Diablo, as Mitchell takes him up onto his shoulders, then runs, dropping him back and landing Diablo onto the chair, hitting Emerald Fusion! As Mitchell gets up, Jason Punk turns him around, lifting him up onto his shoulders. Mitchell manages to squirm out of the predicament, sliding back and then hitting a reverse DDT onto Punk! Jason Roche tries running at the red hot Mitchell, but Mitchell sidesteps and Roche, with the momentum built, hit’s the cage door, which breaks open, sending Jason flipping to the outside of the ring, taking the cage door with him!

John Roth: Oh my god!!! DID YOU HEAR THAT IMPACT?! ROCHE IS A DEADMAN!

Howie Edwards: He has lost all of his brain cells! Someone needs to give him some more, or else he will die!

With this advantage, James Magnum quickly takes advantage of the unsuspecting Nick Malone, turning him around, and then bringing him up for a suplex. Upon in the air, Magnum runs with Malone, then releases the hold, allowing Malone to just drop without any support, as Magnum never leaves his feet! As Mitchell runs at Magnum, James manages to sidestep, causing Mitchell to run off of the ropes and bounce back, as Magnum misses an attempted clothesline, but Mitchell takes Magnum up onto his shoulders, then cradles him, bringing him forward and slamming him onto the mat, hitting his finishing move, Murder in the first! He holds the leg up for the cover!

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2.9999999999!!!

Magnum manages to roll his shoulder up! The crowd electrifies as Mitchell has a look of astonishment on his face. Mitchell has growing frustration, but on the outside of the ring, Jason Roche is back to his feet, and he is beginning to climb the huge structure known as war games!
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Howie Edwards: I knew it! The man is mentally ill! Ill I tell you! He is brain dead!

John Roth: Sometimes you are brain dead to me, Howie.

Howie Edwards: Huh?

As Roche continues to climb up the large structure, inside the ring, Diablo is still knocked out, Malone is staggering and Magnum is still out. Mitchell is awaiting Jason Punk to get to his feet. As Punk turns around, Mitchell takes him up for Murder in the first, but Punk slides out of the way, then hit’s a release backdrop driver, sending Mitchell over into the second ring on the left side! Mitchell crumples up, but as he does, Malone clotheslines Punk from out of no where into the ring with Mitchell. Malone then takes James Magnum, lifts him up and dropkicks him over to the other side of the ring. As The three Opposition members begin to get to their feet, Nick Malone climbs to the top rope, then jumps up, hanging onto the side of the cage with his bare hands. He slowly climbs to the maximum height he can. As Magnum gets to his feet, Malone falls off the top of the cage, falling at least 15 feet, connecting with a cross body, taking all three members of The Opposition down to the ground! Malone holds his gut, but he manages to pull himelf up to his feet relatively fast.

John Roth: MALONE NEVER TAKES RISKS!

Howie Edwards: This was the first smart risk I have EVER seen!

As Malone gets up to his feet, he hears his name being called from up above the cage, as he looks up, he see’s Jason Roche on the top of the cage, calling him up to get up to the top of the cage! Malone’s jaw drops as he looks up, wondering what to do.

Howie Edwards: Don’t fall into his trap!

Out of no where, the winner of The Joseph Rios $10,000 Invitational, Durden, comes running out of from the locker room! He climbs up the cage very fast, almost like a cat!

John Roth: What the hell is Durden doing out here?!

Howie Edwards: I think he wants to leave his mark on the Junior Heavyweight Champion!!
As the unsuspecting Roche turns around to absorb his surroundings, he is met with a HARD boot to the gut. Roche falls down to one knee, as Durden takes Roche and places him inbetween his legs. Durden lifts Roche into power bomb position, and then runs about two feet on top of the massive cage, then slams him down as hard as he can onto the cage, when suddenly…

CRACK~~!

The cage falls in, as Roche falls with monumental impact down into the empty ring! The crowd is in excitement as a ton of boo’s come Durden’s way, along with a Holy Shit! Chant! Durden smirks at the work he has done, as he climbs down the cage, slowly walking to the back.

John Roth: DAMNIT, DAMNIT TO HELL! Jason Roche needs some medical help NOW! This isn’t right, he isn’t moving, he isn’t conscious! Ladies and gentlemen this is the most barbaric thing I have ever witnessed, this is not right!

Howie Edwards: Does this mean The Oracle win?!

As Nick Malone is in shock, he slowly comes to his senses, rushing over to Jason Roche and covering him!

1.…2.….3!

JASON ROCHE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!

Just as it seems the worst has come for the Opposition, the referee opens the cage door on The Oracle of Destruction’s side of things, allowing the Wolrd Heavyweight Champion to head into the ring with a chair in his right hand and a garbage can filled with items in his left. Nick Malone is greeted with a high five from the world champion. The first to get to his feet is James Magnum, and just as fast as he is up, Nick Corvo takes his steel chair, drops the garbage can, then swings for a home run with the chair, but Magnum ducks, and hits Malone, who was behind him, with Murdering a Motherfucker(Clothesline From Hell)! As he turns around, he is met with a devastating chair shot to the skull by the champion, sending Magnum down forcefully!

John Roth: Whenever something good happens for the Opposition, the Oracle find a way to take it away!

Howie Edwards: This is an amazing match! All my least favorite people are getting beat up! I feel like a teenage boy discovering jerking off can be a good thing!

John Roth: Umm…lets just get back on topic.

The world champion of WWS drops the chair, but he stands up the garbage can, and he pulls out a spike from the bottom of the can! The spike is large with a pointy tip at the end, and Jason Punk is slowly getting to his feet. As Punk turns around, it is esen that he has almost an identical spike in his hand! They both have similar intentions, as the two men start firing away with rapid shots, one after another! Both men are bleeding in their first encounter since over a month ago, and neither man is backing down! The blood is beginning to pour from both men as it has officially become a test of courage, strength and will power. Finally, Jason Punk ducks a spike attempt, taking Nick Corvo up on his shoulders! As he does, he slides off, lifts Punk high in the air and runs forward, hitting It Came From Chicago(Air Raide Crash) onto the trash can filled with street signs, staple guns and god knows what else! Punk seems motionless as Corvo rolls into the cover!

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2.9999999999999999999999999!!!!

Diablo, with almost all of his reserved energy, leaps forward, hitting a double sledge to the back of the champion, breaking up the pinfall at the last possible nanosecond! Corvo gets up to his knee’s, as does Diablo, but Corvo takes the spike still in his hand through it all, and drills Diablo in the head with it! Diablo falls back limp onto the ground. As Corvo slowly gets to his feet, the blood now flowing like a river, he throws his hair back, as he lifts Jason Punk up to his butt in a sitting position. With the spike, he begins to slowly drag it across his head, Punk now almost yelling from the pain. The crowd is booing the world champion immensely, not appreciating his antics.

John Roth: I swear this is the most brutal and barbaric match I have ever, ever seen.

Howie Edwards: John…WAR….GAMES….I think the war part you should have thought it would have been brutal. I swear sometimes I think I am commentating with an idiot!

[I] Nick Corvo begins to lift Punk to his feet, and as he does, Corvo takes him up, this time hitting the Corvoshock Combination! As he falls back, he twists, though, and Punk’s skull goes right into the steel chair!! Corvo turns him over and hooks the leg!

1.….2.….3!!!

JASON PUNK HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!

John Roth: I think the end for the Opposition may be coming…Stu is like, the only healthy guy!

Howie Edwards: Look at the carnage….Jason Roche…gone….Jason Punk…gone…Big Evil….gone….who isn’t gone?! MOST OF THE ORACLE, AHAH!

[I] With Stu eagerly awaiting his entrance into the match, James Magnum slowly gets to his feet. After being in the ring for almost twenty minutes, Diablo tries crawling to the ring ropes and pulling himself up. As he does, he looks toward Magnum, and Magnum looks back at him. The two look brutalized, almost hanging on for dear life. Nick Corvo gets to his feet, though, and heads over to James Magnum. As Magnum is being lifted up toward his feet, Mitchell also approaches Diablo. Corvo and Mitchell look at each other, as Mitchell backs Diablo into one turnbuckle, and Corvo backs Mitchell into the one directly opposite from it. Both men fire off, but Magnum and Diablo both reverse at the same time, sending the world champ and Mitchell into each other! Diablo and Magnum look each other in they eye, as the two both pick up a steel chair each that have been used from earlier on, and swing them at their opponents head, who are in the middle of the ring. Somehow, Corvo and Mitchell duck, and the two chairs collide into each other, sending both men back! Mitchell wastes no time taking advantage of the weakest man, Diablo, by lifting him up into the air, high onto his shoulders, then putting him in a cradle position, swinging him around then planting him with Murder in The First(Cradle Shock)!! He stays in the cover!!

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3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DIABLO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

John Roth: The Oracle of Destruction now has a 3-on-2 advantage!!

Howie Edwards: I knew it, I knew it!

Just as the Oracle look to eliminate Magnum and possibly retire him, the referee opens the cage door to signify the last entrant into the War Games match, Stu “The Snake” St. Clair!! Stu rushes in, and in amazing charisma, takes Nick Corvo down with a hard clothesline! As Bobby Mitchell comes at Stu with a chair in his right hand, Stu ducks the attempted shot, then kicks Mitchell in the gut, drilling him with Damien’s Dinner Time!

John Roth: Things might be evened up right here!

Howie Edwards: No snake loving freak can pin Bobby Mitchell!

As Stu looks to crawl into the cover, Nick Malone, the man who has been in the match the longest, Takes Stu up to his feet, then pushes him shoulder first into the turnbuckle. As Malone lifts Stu up to the top rope, Nick fallows. As Nick approaches the top rope, he tries to bring Stu up for a tombstone piledriver, but Stu won’t allow it, blocking it and then falling back in between the cage and the ring ropes on his feet. In the position, he shakes the ropes, causing Nick Malone to fall crotch first onto the top turnbuckle! Stu manages to get through the ropes, as he takes Malone’s head and begins to push out his body, so that it is fully extended. Just as it looks like he is attempting to his Damien’s Dinner Time off the tope rope, Stu grabs Nick’s head with both hands, then swings it around to the right side so his head bounces off the steel cage! He falls to the mat below, but Stu isn’t done with Malone just yet! Stu approaches the garbage can, and as he does, James Magnum meets Stu. Magnum and Stu look deep into each others eyes, knowing that they have to win this match. Stu empties the containments on the trash can onto the floor as Stu picks up a staple gun, and James picks up a beer bottle! Both Nick Malone and Nick Corvo are pulling themselves up by the ropes. As Corvo gets to his feet first, Stu looks to take him down with the staple gun to the head, but Corvo ducks, takes Stu’s head and pushes it into the steel cage! Stu falls back, as Corvo grabs the staple gun, and begins to lay staples into the general managers head!

John Roth: This is disgusting!

Howie Edwards: This is amazing, John! That’s a fact, not an opinion! Opinions are retardation!

As it seems Stu is helpless, James turns his attention to Nick, who takes the broken beer bottle and drills it over Corvo’s head! Corvo falls back, but Mitchell comes out of no where, turning Magnum around and going for a DDT onto the trash can, which he has moved. As Mitchell falls back, he crashes and burns with the can, as Magnum was able to stay on his feet! Magnum takes a chair off the ground, and in a satanic act, wraps the chair aournd Mitchell’s head! He slowly brings Mitchell to his feet, then DDT’s him, The chair folding up and practically crushing his neck!!!

John Roth: Oh my god! He could have a broken neck!

Howie Edwards: I AM GETTING MY LAWYERS, HE CANT DO THAT!!

Magnum rolls into the cover, Mitchell now coughing up blood and the crowd is half disgust, half cheering!

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3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BOBBY MITCHELL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

With Mitchell now receiving medical attention, it is down to Nick Malone, Nick Corvo and The Opposition members Stu St. Clair and James Magnum. Nick Corvo is to his knee’s staggering, as Stu smiles with a very sadistic look. Magnum and Stu look eye to eye, as Stu walks over to the turnbuckle, ripping off the top one to reveal a match!

John Roth: Oh no…

[I]But Stu’s smile grows more as Magnum pulls a small packet of lighter fluid from his back pocket! Magnum and Stu grab the 2 X 4 wooden plank that was inside the garbage can, as Magnum empties the lighter fluid onto it! Stu quickly lights up the match, placing it against the 2 X 4 and the item goes ablaze! Stu holds the torch and looks at it as if he just won the lottery. Stu smiles sadistically as Nick Malone gets to his feet, slowly turns around , but ducks an attempted shot from the fire! Little to Nick’s knowledge, he runs into James Magnum on the other side, who punts him where it hurts the most, as he turns around and it his over the head with the flaming 2 X 4! Stu throws his toy to the side as he falls on top of Nick Malone! Nick Corvo see’s the pin attempt, and tries to leap forward, but is caught with a kick from James Magnum to the skull. Confused, Stu gets to his feet. Seeing Corvo on the ground, Stu shrugs and covers Malone again!

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3!!!!!!!!!!

NICK MALONE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

John Roth: My god, my god! The Opposition have the lead!!

Howie Edwards: Oh god…Corvo, you can do it!

[I] Stu and James are exhausted, as Corvo lays prone on the blood stained mat. With tacks, tables, chair, broken cages and everything being used already, Stu lifts Corvo to his feet, but Corvo seems to have been playing a little bit possum, as he jerks Stu up into the air, dropping him back over and hitting the It Came From Chicago(Air Raide Crash)!! As he gets up, he raises his arm, but he turns around into a huge kick from Stu! Stu places him in between his arm, wraps it around and drills Damien’s Dinner Time! Stu goes into the cover!

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Thre-

At the very last possible second, Corvo manages to roll his shoulder up off of the mat!! Stu gets to his knee’s in absolute shock, and he takes the referee by his collar! Stu realizes he can’t win by beating up the referee, so he releases him from his grip, and looks down at the loopy world champion. Stu takes Corvo’s head, and begins to bring him to his feet. Stu set’s Corvo up for a second Damien’s Dinner Time, but Corvo pushes Stu out of the way. Stu runs for a clothesline at Corvo, but Corvo ducks. Stu swings around from the velocity as Corvo hits Stu with a belly-to-back suplex! As Corvo gets to his feet, he turns around and out of no where James Magnum drills Corvo with Murdering a Motherfucker!!! Corvo turns inside out, but manages to get to his feet in a matter of second. He is bent over, though, as Stu reaches his feet and hits Damien’s Dinner Time! Nick is completely out of it as Magnum and Stu both cover the champion!

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THRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

John Roth: THEY DID IT, THE OPPOSITION WON!!! THE ORACLE OF DESTRUCTION IS NO MORE!!!! OH MY GOD, WHAT A MATCH, WHAT A NIGHT!!!

Howie Edwards: NOOOO NOOO NOO!!!!!!!

John Roth: THE ORACLE IS NO LONGER A FACTION! LISTEN TO THIS CROWD, THEY ARE ESTATIC!!!

As Corvo and Magnum get to their feet, Magnum and Stu look each other in they eye and in a true feel good moment give a brotherly hug to one another. The two hold each others hands high into the air, as confetti begins to drop from the ceiling and the cage begins to rise into the air.

Jake Green: Here are your winners, the team of Diablo, Jason Roche, Jason Punk, James Magnum and Stu “The Snake” St. Clair, THEEEE OPPPOSIIIITIIIIIIONNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!

John Roth: The moment we have been waiting for since the dawn of WWS has arrived! A new era has begun! And an era has ended! Good night everybody, see you next Wedensday!

Xanta · 06-18-2008, 12:14 PM

And that is the culmination of WWS. The history has been written and now it is all over. Unfortunately, WWS never reached it's 4th PPV. However, WWS was the beginning of e-feds on WS.

Enjoy.