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[Part 8]: MAIN EVENT - NWA World Championship
Chris Fury (c)
vs.
Michael Cavenaugh
vs.
Samuel Monroe
Edgebrook - Main Event time folks! Get your popcorn poppin, your fresh cold ones cracked open... Cause this promises to be an instant classic!!!
Victoria - Did you plan on saying that? I mean Wrestle Classic, instant class... Blah, you get the point.
Edgebrook - Well now that you mention it...
[The lights in the arena blink out one at a time as the haunting opening melody of Dream On by Aerosmith begins to play. The crowd buzzes, but the arena remains dark as the first verse plays...]
Every time
That I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face
Gettin’ clearer
The past is gone
It went by
Like dusk to dawn
Isn’t that the way
Everybody’s got their dues in life to pay
[As the last word trails off, smoke fills the entrance way, illuminated by three brilliant floodlights. As the smoke continues to pour, the song continues...]
Richard Tate - Making his way down the aisle at this time, weighing in at 285 pounds from Baltimore, Maryland... He is SNAKE EYES... MICHAEEEEEEEEEEEEL... CAVENAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
I know
Nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it’s everybody’s sin
You got to lose to know how to win
[A pair of strobe lights, one red, one blue, begin to flash, casting the arena in red and blue lights, flashing like a siren, giving everything an eerie quality. The song plays on, with the Champion still not seen...]
Half my life is in books’ written pages
Live and learn from some fools and some sages
You know it’s true
All the things
Come back to you
[The floodlights pop off just before the chorus begins, as do the strobe lights. As the chorus begins, one bright red spotlight shines, illuminating the back of Cavenaugh`s legs as he stands facing the curtain in the smoke...]
Sing with me
[At the next "sing" another light pops on, this one illuminating Michael`s back, bathing him in that crimson glow...]
Sing for the years
[Before the next "sing" a final spotlight comes on, illuminating all of Cavenaugh, the Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder...]
Sing for the laughter
[At the next "sing", the light changes to blue...]
Sing for the tears
[Before the final sing, Cavenaugh turns, and the spotlight changes back to red. He begins to walk towards the ring, with the color changing on every step...]
Sing with me
It’s just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away
[Cavenaugh strides to the ring, his short black hair spiked, the tips crimson. His Van Dyke has been trimmed to barely more than a whisper, the tips colored the same crimson as his hair. The standard ring attire of black jean shorts, black motorcycle boots, and a pair of fingerless black weightlifting gloves is not accompanied by any braces or straps tonight, as if ignoring the injuries will make them disappear. Cavenaugh does not take his eyes off the ring as he walks...]
Dream on
Dream on
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream on
Dream on
Dream until your dream comes true
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on...
[Cavenaugh enters the ring, looking out over the crowd...]
Sing with me
Sing for the years
Sing for the laughter
Sing for the tears
Sing with me
It’s just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away
[The song comes to an end and the house lights come back up. Not surprisingly, there is a heavy amount of booing going on, which Cavenaugh completely ignores.]
Edgebrook - The snake looks ready to strike!
Victoria - My God you are as corny as you are ugly... It's beautifully pathetic in some sick way!
Edgebrook - I'm going to simply ignore that remark, folks time for our second challenger in this triple threat main event...
Richard Tate - And tonight's second challenger... Weighing in at 195 pounds, he is THEE GOLDEN BOY... SAMUEEEEEELLLLLLLLLL... MONROOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
[The lights dim and the first riffs of "Back From Cali" by Slash blare over the sound system. A golden hue sweeps over the boisterous crowd who are voicing their disdain for "The Golden Boy". He steps out from behind the counter, focused on the goal at hand, bringing home the NWA championship. He looks a few fans in the eye, then turns his nose up at them. The long walk to the ring seems to only further irritate the crowd. He slides in under the bottom rope, staring down Cavenaugh, and waiting for the match to begin.]
Edgebrook - The Golden Boy looks nothing short of sure fire focused, he would like nothing more than to win this.
Victoria - Uh duh, that's why wrestlers compete numb nuts. He's gonna have to become the Golden Man if he plans to even scratch at the greatness of Fury or Cavenaugh!
Edgebrook - I am sure Sam would beg to differ, and he'll likely prove that when this thing gets under way!
[The house lights within Madison Square Garden dim as a hush comes over the arena. The sound of music slowly fading in is heard over the arena's PA. We can now clearly hear the opening beat of 'Starfuckers Inc.' by Nine Inch Nails begin to play, as a single white strobe light illuminates the stage to the beat of the music.]
Victoria - And it looks like the world champion is about to grace us with his presence!
Edgebrook - Great, then we can get this party started!
[As the music kicks into full gear, the stage and ring are both now illuminated by a full assortment of purple and white strobe lights, as the entrance video of Chris Fury begins to play on the tron.]
?My God sits in the back of the limousine
?My God comes in a wrapper of cellophane
?My God pouts on the cover of the magazine
?My God is a shallow little bitch trying to make a scene
?I have arrived and this time you should believe the hype
?I listened to everyone now I know that everyone was right
?I'll be there for you as long as it works for me
?I play a game of fucking insincerity
[Doctor Vincent Saddler emerges onto the stage from behind the curtain, decked out in an all black custom designer suite, black sunglasses, and holding is trademark black cane. As the sold out MSG crowd serenates Saddler with boo's, the Doctor turns back toward the curtain and points his cane towards it. After a few seconds the NWA World Heavyweight Champion Chris Fury enters the arena and the booing from the crowd becomes even louder.]
Edgebrook - Not a whole lotta love for the World Champ!
Victoria - These people just have no taste! Fury says he's going to take the NWA to new found heights, and if thats so then he's got my support.
?Starfuckers
?Starfuckers
?Starfuckers, Incorporated
?Starfuckers
[With Doctor Saddler standing at his side clapping in support, Fury stands in the center of the stage with a stone cold look on his face as the entire arena boo's him. The champ is wearing purple tights with various black and white designs on them, shiny black boots, and a long black fur coat with his double cross symbol embroidered on the back in purple. Chris pulls open his coat to reveal the shiny NWA World Heavyweight Title belt strapped around his waist, as his facial expression completely changes to a grin from ear to ear.]
?I am every fucking thing and just a little more
?I sold my soul but don't you dare call me a whore
?And when I suck you off not a drop will go to waste
?It's really not so bad you know once you get past the taste, yeah
?Asskisser
[Chris Fury and Doctor Vincent Saddler both begin to slowly make their way down the aisle, with a cocky and confident smile on each of their faces, as the fans seated alongside the aisle taunt them.]
?Starfuckers
?Starfuckers
?Starfuckers, Incorporated
?Starfuckers
Richard Tate - Making his way down the aisle at this time, being accompanied to the ring by Doctor Vincent Saddler, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, and weighing in at 231 pounds, he is the National Wrestling Alliance Heavyweight Champion of the World! CHHRRRRRRISSSSS.... FUUUUUURRRRRRYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!
Victoria - I'm telling ya Edgey, Fury is the real deal, and he's about to prove it.
Edgebrook - Well more power to him if he is, but time will tell if that is indeed true.
[Fury enters the ring, heads over to one of the turnbuckles, climbs onto the second rope, removes the World Title from around his waist, and holds the belt high in the air with both hands as the crowd continues to shower him with boo's.]
?All our pain
?How did you think we'd get by without you?
?You're so vain
?I bet you think this song is about you
?Don't you?
[Chris walks over to Saddler and discusses some last minute strategy before the Doctor exits the ring. Fury holds his World Heavyweight Title belt in front of him and stares at it with a cocky grin before handing it off to the referee and removing his coat as his music fades out.]
Victoria - Show them how a champion defends Chris!
Edgebrook - Go time folks!!!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Edgebrook - The three men seem to be sizing one another up now, looking for a window to dive right through.
Victoria - This should be interesting to say the least...
[The three men walk to the middle of the ring, each glancing towards the other and so on, none of the three making any sudden movement as this stare-down ensues. The crowd is already riled from an amazing show thus far, they stomp and clap. The three men finally get into it, a ball of punches. Fury hitting at Cavenaugh and Monroe, and Samuel at Chris and Michael. Samuel drops back rolling onto his back and up onto his feet as Fury and Cavenaugh continue to assault each other with punches. Back and fourth they go, The Golden Boy leans down, resting his hands over his knees as he just watches the two trade shots. Cavenaugh seems possessed as he swings away like a over energized drummer rabbit, Fury trying to block them off as he sticks a shoulder into Cavenaugh‘s gut and runs him into the nearest turnbuckles. Chris Fury finally drops back and rams a shoulder into Mike with force! He then goes to town, working Snake Eyes over with some back elbows and forearm shots, the crowd get loud as Sam Monroe charges in behind Fury and jumps up looking for what appears to be a quick belly to back suplex! But Fury elbows at Sam's head, breaking free as he moves before grabbing Monroe's head and whipping him into the turnbuckles over Cavenaugh, squashing Mike in the turnbuckles!]
Edgebrook - This is going to be a back and fourth, up and down thing all the way until the end.
[Sam staggers out after squashing Cavenaugh only to turn right into a clothesline from Fury, Chris motions the Golden Boy up as Sam scrambles to his feet only to catch a face full of the World champ‘s leg as he nails a running knee lift into the chest of Samuel Monroe! Golden Boy tumbles to the mat and fights to get up as Fury begins to stomp away at him, over and over until the crowd explode as Mike Cavenaugh comes flying from the buckles with a roar almost. He flies into Fury with a body attack that resembles a half botched Lou Thez press, Snake Eyes begins slugging away again, punch after punch as Chris Fury fights to block as many shots as he can. Monroe has gotten up and to the crowd‘s dismay a bit, ends the assault as he jumps backward and darts both feet into Cavenaugh‘s back with a dropkick! Michael stumbles off of Chris, and Sam charges in at him, Cavenaugh turns as Monroe arrives and the crowd jump to their feet as Cavenaugh ducks down and fluidly sends Sam up over him with a very high sailing back body drop, in-fact so high that Golden Boy goes flying over the top rope and lands flush with a loud smack over the arena floor!!!]
Edgebrook - Sam Monroe looked like a space rocket going over those ropes! That fall could have done massive damage!
Victoria - Wait Snake better get his head straight, cause he’s about to eat canvas!!!
[A livid World champion has gotten up, his face and chest red from Snake‘s wild punches, he grabs Cavenaugh who has watched Monroe crash over the arena floor and swings him around with a nasty twisting DDT! Fury hooks the leg for an early pin fall.]
Mario Lane - One... Two... Kick-out!
[Cavenaugh kicks out, Fury waste no time, keeping his eyes on the side of the ring where Monroe is laid out over the arena floor he wraps up Michael into a rear chin lock before turning this into a modified bow and arrow styled hold!]
Edgebrook - Michael Cavenaugh kicks out, but look at Chris Fury go right back into him, wearing him down with that twisted looking bow and arrow! But hey, Sam is finally working his way up, he looks shaken up by that fall.
Victoria - He was shaken up way before that fall!
[Cavenaugh grimaces and grinds his teeth, fighting with the life of him to break free, Fury finally releases the hold as Samuel Monroe has gotten to his feet and rolled under the ropes, as Sam stands, Fury is right there with some slick knife edge chops! THWACK! Flesh on flesh makes a sickening sound as the crowd groans with Sam, THWACK! Golden Boy stumbles back into the ropes, bouncing out into a beautiful Samoan drop from the World champ! As Fury sits up, Cavenaugh is back up, angry as he charges in and big boots Fury's face! The smack of Snake‘s boot off Fury‘s face echoes and the crowd erupt as blood sails from the Champ‘s nose and mouth as he falls back over Sam Monroe. The Golden Boy shoving him away as he scurries to try and get up, Cavenaugh is waiting as he snags Sam's arm and nails a wicked, short-arm clothesline! Monroe bounces uptight in a seat and quickly scrambles up... WHAM! A standing boot to the face connects from Snake to Sam, Monroe stalls before stumbling back and falling to his rear in the turnbuckles. Fury gets drug off the mat now, Snake Eyes fuming as he quickly wraps his head and twist Chris Fury around with a nasty fisherman's neckbreaker!]
Edgebrook - Deus ex Machina from Snake! My God, Michael is just being brutal tonight, that was a wicked move!
[Michael flips Chris up to a seated spot, wrapping an arm under his chin before wrenching on a tight headlock, wrenching it viciously as Samuel Monroe pulls himself up in the corner. The Golden Boy scales backward up each buckle, the crowd growing louder as Cavenaugh seems to have forgotten Monroe was in the match, like a flash bulb going off, Snake shoves Fury to the mat and hurries up to turn and face Sam, who has already twisted through the air with a top rope Enziguri, his foot snapping into Michael's head! The crowd ignite as the two hit the mat, Samuel rolls to his feet and hits the ropes as Chris Fury now pushes and fights his way up, getting to his hands and knees, he catches Sam from behind with a roll up!]
Mario Lane - One... Two... Nah! Kick-out!
Edgebrook - Kickout at two after a nice roll up from our defending champion!
[Fury staggers upright, all three men showing wear already from the high speed assault onto one another, Samuel sits up, his face says it all, he's frustrated here. Catching his breath, Sam watches as Fury shakes his head, trying to re-balance himself nearby. Cavenaugh begins to stir and Monroe decides to get up. He heads to Fury, ignoring Cavenaugh as he uses the ropes near himself to pull up. Monroe grabs up Fury from behind, swinging the champ around and nailing a reversed Russian leg sweep, or Flatliner!!!]
Edgebrook - Coup De Grace! Coup De Grace! Coup De Grace! Monroe just hit his finisher on the champion!
Victoria - Please tell me my eyes were just telling me sweet lies!!!
[The crowd is in a riot, Samuel Monroe makes the cover now. They scream and make the count with Mario Lane!]
Mario Lane/Crowd - ONE! TWO! ...
[Cavenaugh collides over the pin, breaking it up just before the three. The crowd rains in dismay, Samuel quickly gets to his feet as Cavenaugh does too. As they stand, Sam charges, but Mike nails him with a leaping kick to the chest! Samuel tumbles backward and Michael grabs up his wrist, he yanks Monroe over his shoulders and smashing him flush over the mat with a vicious Death Valley Driver!!!]
Edgebrook - Snake just hit the Legend's Lament on Sam Monroe! He's out of it people!
Victoria - And just a moment ago that Golden Child thought he had the cover! Priceless...
[The crowd is in a riot as Cavenaugh stands, a small smirk on his face. He shakes almost like a wet dog as he turns his attention back to the fallen champion. But Fury was waiting and snaps both feet into the gut of Michael, he twist him over and through the air with a nice monkey flip. Chris rushes back up, he sees the downed Monroe and then turns his attention to Cavenaugh as he fights back to his feet rather quickly.]
Victoria - Come on Chris, get him while the other one is down!
Edgebrook - The champ looks ready to aim for the kill here...
[As Cavenaugh staggers up the crowd scream, Fury rips him onto his shoulders and wraps up his head. Before he can land his fireman's cutter... The Post Human Plunge... Cavenaugh kicks his feet loose and slides down the champion's back! Fury swings around looking for a punch, but Michael catches it and quickly hooks him before nailing a cradle DDT with force!]
Edgebrook - SNAKE BYTE! From nowhere!
Victoria - Get in there Saddler!
[Before Michael can even think of making a cover, Vincent Saddler leaps up onto the apron. Mario Lane instantly in his grill as he orders Saddler down. Cavenaugh approaches, he begins to argue with Saddler as well. The crowd getting loud as Samuel Monroe has finally started to gain his footing. He staggers up and sees Fury down, clutching his head. He then sees Saddler on the apron as he argues with Cavenaugh and Mario Lane. Sam shines a tired smirk at the crowd as they scream in delight, he charges in and leaps at the three... Mario Lane sees him coming and slides from harm's way! Michael Cavenaugh takes cue and does the same, Sam's flying clothesline hits only Saddler! The two collide, and Monroe sails over the top rope as he and Vincent crash over the arena floor!]
Edgebrook - Monroe just leveled Vincent Saddler! But he may have hurt himself more so by taking another fall all the way to the floor outside the ring.
Victoria - It takes smarts to be champion, Monroe better scrap his ass off the floor. Cavenaugh is headed over to close his win!
[Mike turns and notions Mario Lane, he heads for the cover on a still downed Chris Fury. But Fury kicks a foot up into Mike's gut! Cavenaugh folds over, Fury quickly battles up from the mat, now furious in his own right. He waste little time as he wraps up Snake and crunches him down to the canvas with gordbuster. Fury then lays a barrage of punches into his challenger before he stands and rebounds into the ropes... WHAM! Fury crushes Snake's head with a nasty running leg drop!]
Edgebrook - The champ's not out of it yet. Saddler took a clothesline, but his distraction gave the champ time to get his head right after that Snake Byte!
Victoria - A true champion always finds a way!
[Chris Fury sees Samuel Monroe sliding back into the ring, he goes in for the attack. Sam not even up to one knee before the World champ is drilling shots at him. Sam staggers up and Fury shoves him back first into the far corner, WHACK, a knife edge chop lands flush. Monroe calls out in agony, Fury goes for another... Sam catches his arm and quickly springs back off the buckles and some how bulldogs the champ down over the mat!]
Victoria - That was different...
Edgebrook - Monroe is back in it now too folks!
[Samuel Monroe scans the ring, the champ is down... Snake Eyes is down. He nods his head and rolls Fury to his back, before going for the cover, he notices Mike is rising from the mat. Sam rushes into Snake and leaps up, hitting a standing arm bar take down before turning it into a crossface on the canvas! Cavenaugh calling out in agony as Golden Boy wrenches wildly...]
Edgebrook - Nicely done by Golden Boy! Remember folks, triple threat rules... Anyone can pin anyone to take home the gold!
Victoria - Which is crap, wait here comes Fury!
[Chris kicks Sam in the face, he grabs at him and yanks with anger until he has Sam over his shoulders. Furious the champion waste not a second as he lands the PostHuman Plunge with sickening authority onto Golden Boy! Monroe flops from the canvas and rolls in agony... Fury goes down to one knee, his eyes scan the crowd.]
Victoria - Make the pin! Cavenaugh is getting up!!!
Edgebrook - He's up, Fury better watch his back!
[Fury goes in for the cover, but no sooner than Mario Lane slides into position, Cavenaugh has somehow got himself over Fury's shoulders and drags him from Monroe while slapping him into a modified crossface of his own! The Anaconda is locked... The crowd stomping and screaming as Fury screams out, Mario Lane instantly asking if he gives. The champion refusing with all his might!]
Edgebrook - Monroe is down and out folks, Cavenaugh has the Anaconda in the middle of the ring...
Victoria - Fury has passed out from the pain and for a second time in his career, Michael Cavenaugh is the N.W.A. World Heavyweight champion!
[Releasing the hold and rolling over to his side, Mario Lane rises and calls for the bell!]
[DING! DING! DING!]
Tate - Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the contest and NEW NWA World Heavyweight Champion... Michael "Snake Eyes" Cavenaugh!
Edgebrook - Into the ring comes his BACW Tag Team Partner Jason Dredd and as the confetti falls from the ceiling, this place has gone nuts!
Crowd - Snake! Snake! Snake!
[Taking a deep breath and only going as high as the second turnbuckle, Canvenaugh tosses the title over his shoulder and gives everyone in the Garden the middle finger. The fans pop again for his arrogance and slowly coming back down into the ring, he comes face to face with Azrael who's now in the ring with his barbwire baseball bat. Pointing to the championship belt, and then to his waist, Cavenaugh nods in the affirmative then bails under the bottom rope.]
Edgebrook: Folks, at the age of 41, not only has Michael Cavenaugh made history here tonight winning the world title for a second time, but he is also the only man in BACW's 13 years of existence to win it for a second time! But that's all the time we have for now! On behalf of the National Wrestling Alliance, it's President Mr. Batee and all the regional promotions, I'm Brian Edgebrook and we'll see in three months for Wrestlebowl!
[Panning up towards the ramp, Michael gives one last look into the ring, and then vanishes. Fading from a disappointed Monroe and a unconscience Chris Fury, we close with a Wrestle Classic highlight reel.]
End PPV
Credits:
NWA World Championship
Chris Fury (c) defends against Michael Cavenaugh and Samuel Monroe in a Three Way Dance.
* Written by Myke of SCCW.
NWA World Tag Championship
Ascended Supremecy (c) defends against The Outlaws and Miami's Most Wanted
* Written by Michelle of TWN
NWA TV Title
Gaetan Lavalle (c) defends against Chris Champion
*Written by Brad of BACW
Buried Alive
Matt McClain vs. Azrael
* Written by Brad of BACW
Shot at the TV Champion
Griffin Hawkins vs. The Spectre vs. Rampage
*Written by Brad of BACW
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