NOVA Presents: Supremacy (28.09.08)

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NOVA PRO Wrestling presents;
SUPREMACY
Phoenix, Arizona
28.09.08
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We open up on a shot of the arenea. Thousands of screaming fans are going WILD for NOVA. The camera shows many fans all holding up their seperate signs such as "President of Wilsonia", "Fear the Dark Knight" and the classic "Manik is a Skrull". We're also treated to MASSIVE PYRO!

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AR: Welcome everyone to NOVA SUPREMACY!!! As always I am your host Ace Ryder, along with my fellow broadcast journalist Saul Cards.

SC: Yo.

AR: Saul, tonight we have an amazing line up for the fans. What do you think?

SC: Well Ryder, as long as I get to see some violence, then I'm a happy camper.

AR: Well, with Triple J headlining, I don't see how we won't see some violence. Anyway, lets go ahead with our first contest of the evening.

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Television Championship Number One Contenders Match
Gaz Maybury vs. T-Bird
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DD: Ho ho! Looks I'm recapping a match for the PPV folks! T-Bird vs. Maybury. Lovely. I'm writing this before I'm about to head out to town on the piss and I'm quite drunk already. Both make their way out and it looks like Gaz Maybury has no problems beating up a woman with his "fists of fury" against T-Bird. Although T-Bird makes a come back with a low blow to Maybury's testicles. Snorefest follows until Triple J graces us with his presense. A few shovel shots later and we're ready to go with the rest of the PPV. Thank Christ. Until J decides to speak.
Winner: No contest. (What does this mean for the TV title!?!)

Jay is on the mic and tells us that he is a better choice as Champion that Shaun Wilson will ever be. I wonder why that is? J speaks a little more and when he's finished, he boots T-Bird in the stomach once more for good measure. I hope she's pregnant.

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Tag Team Match
The Heralds of Galactus
vs.
Deathcrush & Steffan Huggett
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SC: Is there a reason these two teams have been thrown together?

AR: Well, Huggett and Deathcrush because they..., uh

SC: Suck?

AR: Yeah... and Warlock has taken Jack Walker under his wing apparently. To fight evil.

SC: Christ.

The camera pans over to Deathcrush and Steffan Huggett who are in the ring, arguing about something. Suddenly the lights dim and stars appear inside the arena as the fans go wild! The sound of Infinite Dreams by Iron Maiden blares from the PA system as pyro explodes, scaring the absolute shit out of Saul Cards!

SC: Jesus!!

The arena lights up as The Silver Herald and The Master of The Universe are lowered into the arena from the rafters above, Jack "riding" his Vibranium board all the way down. The fans go wild for the Powers Cosmic and soon they're both unattatched from their space harnesses, giving Deathcrush and Huggett chance to leap into action by blindsiding both men quickly!

SC: They truly are an Alliance of Injustice.

AR: I wouldn't put anything past Huggett.

All four men are in the ring and the brawling is all over the place. Sonatine has his hands full deciding who is legal - well, nobody actually is and Sonatine doesn't actually care. Walker and Huggett are exchanging blows in one corner and Deathcrush has whipped Warlock into the ropes, who proceeds to leapfrog Deathcrush's backbody drop attempt and rebound with a flying shoulderblock! Deathcrush rolls to the safety of ringside. Walker has taken the advantage over Steffan the Skrull and whips him into Warlock, who again leap frogs Steffan who turns around to be met with a double super-kick from The Heralds!

AR: You'd think these guys had been teaming for years. That was perfect.

SC: We'll... they both share The Power Cosmic, Ryder. I mean, sheesh!

A quick Rock, Scissors, Paper decides that Jack Walker aka The Silver Herald will start the match. Steffan is down on his knees begging for mercy from Walker but Jack grants him no such reprieve with a Cosmic Soccer Kick straight to Steffan's chest. A few seconds later and Steffan is on the receiving end of a 'Rana and a quick Enzuiguri that would almost certainly give them the win.

One!


Two!!



-----------NO!!!

AR: Deathcrush with the save!

SC: That might be the first time he's ever actually done anything... ever!

Deathcrush lays blows into Jack's back, but Adam Warlock is in on the action straight away lariating Deathcrush straight out of the ring and following up with an Asai Moonsault that puts him out of commision. Back in the ring, Steffan has recovered and instead of capitalizing on The Silver Herald's moment of weakness, decides the best thing to do is to dance for the fans.

SC: I fucking hate this guy, so much.

It's all the time Jack needs to climb to his feet. Steffan tries to lariat Jack but Steffan sucks at everything and Jack is easily able to counter the blow, lifting Huggett high up in the air and dropping him down with a (cross legged) Michinoku Driver!

AR: I believe he calls that the [Geiersbuster!

SC: Get it right Ryder... this guy is from a galaxy far far away. I hear he calls it The Star Destroyer!!!

AR: That's lame, even for you.

Seems The Heralds are just out for a good time as Jack doesn't seem to be too fussed about pinning Steffan. Its at this moment in time that Deathcrush once again tries to do something useful by sneak attacking Jack. Only he's distracted by a whistle; from Adam Warlock.

SC: Deathcrush is a dumbass.

Warlock throws Jack's Vibranium surfboard at Deathcrush who catches the board as if he just dodged a missile. Only it seems Warlock purposely threw the board softy, planning on Deathcrush catching it. By the time the penny drops, the surfboard is embedded a few inches in Deathcrush's skull thanks to a Front Flip Busaikuu Knee (of the Springboard variety) from Jack Walker!!

AR: Where the hell did that come from!?

SC: Who cares! Sonatine was "looking the other way"! Ha!

Jack covers Deathcrush while Adam covers Steffan!

One!


Two!!


Three!!!

Announcer: He are your winners: THEEEEE HEEEEERAAAAAAAAALLLLLDSSS!!!!!

Infinity Dreams blares over the speakers as Warlock and Walker embrace over their first victory as a team! Deathcrush and Huggett roll from the ring, mourning their millionth loss as a team.

AR: Well, evil doers beware! The Power Cosmic is out to stop you!

SC: These guys are freakin' daffy... all of them!

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Grudge Match
Richard Rose vs. Jonathan Quinn
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The arena falls to darkness and flickering white lights hit the entrance and ramp way as "Teardrop" by Massive Attack begins to play over the PA system. A golden shower of pyro's begin to fall from the entrance way as the drum beat stops and lyrics begin to blare throughout the arena.

#Love, love is a verb#
#Love is a doing word#

The shower of pyro begins to fade away and the white strobe lighting starts to intensify in speed. From behind the curtains "The Devil's Sidekick" Jonathan Quinn appears and is greeted by a mixed reaction from the fans.

#Teardrop on the fire#
#Fearless on my breath#

Taking a brief second to compose himself, Quinn starts to make his way down toward the ring, jewelery coated around his neck and on his fingers.

Announcer: Coming down to the ring, hailing from New York City, New York, he weighs in at 220lbs, The Devil's Sidekick JONNNNNNNNNNNATHANNNNNNNN QUIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNN!

#Black flowers blossom#
#Fearless on my breath#

As he gets closer to the ring he stops just before the steel steps, once again he waits a brief second before climbing up the steps and enters via the middle rope. He makes his way to the middle of the ring and gets down onto his knees and extends his arms out.

#Stumbling a little#
#Stumbling a little#

The music begins to fade out as Quinn gets back to his feet and focuses his eyes on the entrance ramp.

Bright crimson lights flash as the screen goes dark... the ruby symbol of the rose flashes and spins violently before transitioning itself to solid gold as the first chords of 30 Seconds to Mars' "Year Zero" echo throughout the arena.

Be a hero, kill your ego
It doesn't matter it's all just to save you

Richard Rose steps out from behind the curtain with an air of arrogance about the young man. Richard is carrying a singapore cane in his left hand and a bottle of water in his right. He takes one sip of the water and flings it into the mass of bodies encompassing the arena. Ruby follows, wearing a red and black sundress, and stands behind him. Richard holds his arms high in the air and Ruby wraps her arms around his waist, for all the photographers in the crowd.

We'll never fade away
We'll never fade away

Announcer: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by the beautiful Ruby Grey, he weighs in at two-hundred six pounds

The Man
The Vision
The God of Sports Television

"The Heir to Excellence"

RRRRUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIICCCCHAAAAAARRRRRDDD ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSEEEEE!!!!

We'll never fade away
We'll never fade away

Ruby makes her way to ringside and Richard follows, letting his singapore cane trail against the crowd control barriers. Ruby climbs the stairs and enters the ring through the bottom rope. Richard tosses aside his staff and slides under the bottom from the arena floor. The ring lights mutate from the beautiful ruby to a sullen crimson as Richard climbs the second rope and basks in all his glory.

We'll never fade away
We'll never fade away

Richard climbs down from his poise as the lights return to standard after his rather theatrical entrance. Ruby leans in to Richard for a kiss and he complies as she exits the ring and the music fades.

We'll never fade away

Ba-Ding!!!

And we're away early with a handshake from Rose, which is somewhat surprising for Quinn, and he has to think about this for a moment. The Arizona Crowd however, think this might not be the cleverest idea Jonathon Quinn has ever had, or will ever have.

AR: Listen to this crowd!

SC: Sounds like Rose stole from every single one of them.

And as Ace Ryder counts on his fingers to work out how possible this suggestion is, eventually coming to the conclusion that it is a plausible explanation, Quinn finally makes the decision: to get slapped in the face by an impatient Richard Rose. A middle fingered salute follows, before Rose unloads with the slaps. This is a state of affairs which doesn't last too long; Quinn turtles up, and charges forward, driving Rose's back into the far corner; driving the wind out of both Rose's metaphorical sails, and his actual lungs. Quinn draws back, for another big shoulder charge, but he gives Rose just a tiny bit too much room, and he gets his feet up so high, that Quinn ends up with his shoulder trying to get through the turnbuckle pad! Rose comes down, and rolls him up with a Sunset Flip!!!

One!

Two!!

Quinn Rolls Out!!!

Straight back to his feet, Quinn dropkicks Rose upside the face, and kips up to a roar.

SC: Looks like these Arizona Knuckleheads will cheer anything. Wonder if that's got anything to do with how easy a job the Huachucas had of robbing the bastards blind.

AR: Now, now, Saul; no need for that. After all, can you kip up like that?

SC: ... Shut up.

Quinn follows it up with a punch to head, and then stops for the crowd to admire him, which – given that he's not Richard Rose – they do. This gives Rose enough time to start crawling backwards and crying off [which isn't to be confused with actual crying;] waving his hands in a vain attempt to stop the beating. “What do you lot think?” asks Quinn. What he gets by way of response

AR: What despicable cowardice is this?

SC: I believe the phrase you're looking for is “opportunistic genius, in the grand tradition of Ric Flair.”

AR: I find it hard to believe that a 16 time World Champion over period of close to three decades would stoop t-

SC: Are you actually a Wrestling Fan, or just some do-good cheerleader in a suit?

That shuts Ace up, after Rose's sneaky kick inna fork; to which El Árbitro waves his hands, gibbering in Spanish, apparently protesting such a disgraceful act, while Rose goes for his second cradle in as many minutes.

One!

Two!!

Quinn gets his Foot on the Ropes!!!

Rose seems unconcerned about the rope-break and moves straight to the part of the plan where he puts the boots to Quinn, although the Masked Official tells him to give Quinn some space to recover from what Ace Ryder is still describing as “Heinous Heinousness.” Rose at least extends him the courtesy of standing up before he attempts to knee the doubled over Quinn in the face, but the Devil's Sidekick catches the one leg, and sweeps the other, and starts kicking at the one he still has hold of!

AR: Quinn's not out of this one yet! Sympathy for the Devil!!!

SC: Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name.

AR: Rose flaps uselessly at the ropes, but Quinn Drags him Back!

SC: But what's puzzling you is just nature of my game.

AR: The hell are you on about?

SC: Tsk. Young people today, no appreciation of the classics.

As Mark E. would say: “Oh yeah, match.” There is still a match going on, and Richard Rose is desperately trying to find something to do that doesn't involve tapping out. His cunning scheme involves walking backwards with his hands, using Quinn's own momentum against him, and driving him into the ropes that way; before throwing him across the ring with some leg-based arm-drag type thing, that was probably more accident than any kind of plan. Still, Rose gets up onto one knee, makes sure that his knees are still attached, but he doesn't figure for Jonny Quinn only being disorientated for a second before he comes back with...

AR: Six! Six Six!! The Number Of The Beast! Hell and Fi-

SC: Oh, do shut up. It's been countered already.

The Endgame puts Quinn on his back, and appears to have rattled the brain stem of Quinn, but enough for the count of three? Only time will tell...

One!

Two!!

Three???

NOOOOOO!!!!

Rose is stunned. Arizona is ecstatic. Quinn is on the verge of unconsciousness. Only Ruby Grey is still in possession of her mental faculties, and screams at Rose to finish him off. Richard nods, and leans over, getting on a double under-hook, and dragging Quinn up...

SC: This can't be good for Quinn, or his army of screaming teeny-boppers.

AR: It can't...

SC: Tiger Driver...?

AR: Oh no... He's not flipped him through enough...

SC: Quinn's on his fucking HEAD!!! Finally, Silence descends on this place!

One...

Two...

Three...

Ding... Ding... Ding...

There's no announcement, only a stunned silence which falls over the America West Arena, apart from a few isolated whoops. Rose seems pleased enough to scream abuse right in the seemingly-dead Quinn's face, as the EMTs storm the ring, and shove him out of the way.

AR: Wha? Huh? ...

SC: Well. Doesn't look like we'll e seeing much more of him any time soon. What's next?

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NOVA PRO Wrestling Television Championship
Triple Threat Match
Billy Walker vs. Jay Bain (c) vs. Nightmare
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As the crowd calm down a distorted voice speaks out “When Darkness covers the Sun, there is still a light to save my soul. Sent me an Angel”

Suddenly on the screen this appears:



And as the bar reaches the 100% mark the lights cut out.


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It’s very dark and all that can be seen is a few flashes from digital cameras but other then that nothing. We feel tense awaiting something to happen because we know it’s coming.



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Pyro flashes then...


Prey by 10 Years kicks in and it's up beat and gets a crowd pop and cheers begin while yellow pyro BOOM out from the floor three times at each side of the entrance like arms reaching for the roof while orange lasers shine from all around the entrance way lighting the arena up.

“100%” appears on the Screens, fans become more vocal and a “Bain” chant can be heard and the name appears on screen.



'One at a time
One in the same
One is the time
That remains'

The lyrics and music start while flashing Orange lights pan from left to right alternatively to the Riff.

“I won't Waste a Moment” scrolls across the screen the Music is we relate to this man 100% Jay Bain who walks into sight through the curtains. Hundreds of orange lasers spiral down on Jay Bain and then randomly scan across the fans.
Bain psyched up waves his hands up and down beckoning the crowd to be loud and stand up as in to share this moment, he then stops and raises his arms with his hands looking like guns up above his head and Jay looks up to the ceiling

'Snip back the weak before they give away
I'm twisted in knots from hard work and strain'

He then paces to the ring with his head down displaying an excited look upon his face and slapping extended hands from the crowd and doing his gun finger taunt with both hands above his head, on approaching the ring he begins to take his Grey T-shirt off saying "Place Belt Here", a few women cheer and even a few men, then he graps in his right hand, turns to his right and throws it into the crowd were a few hands fight for the Shirt,

'I've been waiting so long for this time
I'm terrified
Blind in ways I've never realized
I don't mind'

Bain lets out a huge sigh, takes in the sights as he calms himself he is reminded how focused he is. fans now being more vocal at Jay he before leaps right foot first onto the apron followed by the left, as soon as both feet are there he turns 180 degrees in a fluid motion and places the left foot threw the ropes to the mat, bends over and follows with the right.

'All at a time
All in the same
Califormula
I've become prey'

Orange lights pulse on and off another collection of lasers flicker onto Bain Jay Stretches his arms while leaping up and down while turning around in a circle moving to the centre of the ring while looking at the fans,

'Strolling down
In my face
These tears I'm not crying
This will not kill me'

Awaiting the match he then leans against the ropes waiting for the bell.

'I've been waiting so long for this time
I'm terrified
Blind in ways I've never realized
I don't mind'

Bain Notices a few Bain crowd signs with his name on and the Bain chant begins to fade down.

A melancholy guitar slides in underneath a surprisingly british voice for a delta blues song. This is the only signal of the arrival of Billy Walker - given that the lights only darken slightly - and as he is want to do; he keeps the entire world waiting just a little longer; no doubt having a smoke in the gorilla position before he comes out.

In My Time of Dyin'...Want Nobody to Mourn
All I Want for You to Do is Take my Body Home...

As predicted, the former Mr. Blond appears in a neatly pressed robe, with a cigarillo that has been smoked almost to the tip hanging out of his mouth. He greets the cool reaction he gets with a knowing smile, and stubs the cigar out before sauntering down to the ring.

Well, Well, Well... So I can Die Easy...
Well, Well, Well... So I can Die Easy...

One particularly annoying heckler catches his view on the way down; and with his breath still held in, a sidles up to this annoying fan, hurling abuse in his direction. Billy just stands and lets the smoke drift from his lungs in their direction, before carrying on his merry way, ordering one of the ring monkeys to go up the steps in front of him to hold the ropes open. Once in the ring, he makes his way to a corner to do a few final stretches before the match.

All suddenly becomes deathly quiet in the arena as the lights flicker and die, the only light really in the arena right now being the bright white words being displayed on the screen, as the crowd waits in bated breath for what happens next. Suddenly, a voice, female, whispering gently into all of our ears, speaks.

"It is said that in the end of all things,
A new beginning will be found.
But as the shadow creeps once again across our world, and the stench of Terror drifts on a bitter wind..
The people pray for strength and guidance. They should pray for a swift death, for I have seen what the darkness hides. "

A moment's pause...then a sharp gasp as boots begin their footfalls. She whispers again..

"It's not safe here anymore."

The guitars and drums of Tool's 'Parabola' then hit the PA all at once, causing the crowd to hit their feet cheering as blue and dark purple strobes slice blazingly through the darkness. The music continues to rage as the crowd's noise builds up in intensity, until finally..

We barely remember
Who or what came before
This precious moment
We are choosing to be here
Right now
Hold on, step inside this
Holy reality
This holy experience
Choosing to be here in

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The lights start blazing again as Nightmare is seen now at the top of the stage, head down, body curled in a powerful flex as a bright white firework fountain sprays off behind him, the blazing purple strobes and fireworks showcasing his body. Finally, two white firework cannons shoot off to end the fountain, and Fear Himself stalks toward the ring, eyes burning a hole through the squared circle.

This body
This body holding me
Be my reminder here that I am not alone
In this body
This body holding me
Feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion

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Once he reaches the ring he hops up on the apron, facing and then looking out to the crowd, tensing every muscle in his body before he throws his head and arms back in a powerful roar. Once his display is through he ducks through the ropes into the ring, standing in the center and showing off the 'N' logo on his gloves before curling his body in a fearsome flex of his muscles once again for the NOVA PRO faithful. Finally Nightmare disposes of his jacket and then leans into the corner, as he waits for war to commence.

DING DING!

All three men waste no time in commencing - The three of them charging straight at each other, throwing fists and feet at all comers. Nightmare gets a sharp right hand square on Billy's nose however, and the Walker brother drops to the mat clinging to his face; distracting Nightmare for just long enough for Bain to lock him in a headlock. Nightmare quickly counters it with a back drop though, even if Jay is straight back to his feet.

AR: This is a mess!

SC: Yippeee carnage!!

Nightmare misses a clothesline, and Jay leapfrogs Nightmare before the two of them clothesline each other down hard. This has given Billy to climb back to his feet, and although he can't quite see straight, he wastes no time in locking a single leg crab on Nightmare, screaming at the ref that Nightmare is quitting.

AR: Nightmare won't quit!

SC: He's gonna have to!

The thing that Billy isn't shouting about though, is the fact that Bain has just kicked him in the face, an action that has kind of forced him to forget about Nightmare's imminent quitting. This has resulted in Bain now being the only one left standing, but Nightmare is back to his feet quite quickly, followed by Walker, who is off the ropes quickly, before being booted in the stomach by Jay, then double suplexed to shit onto the mat.

AR: It's nice to see that Nightmare and Jay Bain can put aside their differences to hurt Billy Walker.

Jay and Bain are quickly all over eah other though, their temporary alliance forgotten. Jay gets a knee to the face, Nightmare receiving a dropkick for his trouble. In fact, that dropkick marks a sudden turn in pace for the match, Bain rapidly getting the upper hand. He waylays Nightmare with a string of rights and lefts, then comes off the ropes and...

SC: CATAAAAAAAACLYSM!!!!!!!!!

Nightmare climbs back to his feet, a grin on his face, but...

AR: WALKER WITH THE SCHOOLBOYYYY!

ONE
TWO
THREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

SC: Billy Walker is the new TV Champ! Billy Walker is the new TV champ!!

AR: Aw shit. The match was Nightmare's!

SC: Or Bain's! But no, it's Billy Walker's!!

Bain is clearly not happy about this turn of events; this is evident as he charges into the ring, slamming a chair into Walker's face, then pushing past a stunned Nightmare viciously as he makes his way to the back, leaving the EMTs to clear up the remains of Walker's face, and Nightmare to storm to the back.

AR: Wow fans, what a night.

SC: Yeah, the clown's trying to kill me and the toaster's been laughing at me!

AR: ... what?

SC: Nevermind.

AR: Well next up, we have our m-in e--nt... whe-e S--un Wi-- w-ll chal--nge T-ip-- ------

Static overtakes the screen, cutting out Ace Ryder mid-sentence. The static fades away to reveal...

A darkened room, feint of movement or sound. A slightly rusty door is opened from an undisclosed location within the presumeably rectangular room, the sound of the hinges hanging through the air as the door is politely closed again. A click on a button can be heard as some scratchy and bitter soprano piece of music echoes throughout the seemingly empty room. It is quiet in sound and bearly listenable despite the otherwise emptiness of the dark locale. Footsteps are heard walking towards one side, these are nearly louder then the corrosive quality of the music being played. A switch is flipped with a loud click that bellows in concordance with the other feint sounds of the chamber. In the middle, a small bulb of light being glowing lightly and suddenly a figure is visibly in the oncoming twilight. His features are impossible to discern but he walks slowly just outside visibility, staying on the darker side of the sphere of the electrical light. He suddenly launches his arm, a strong and muscular looking limb, into the ray of light.

His hand is open as a deep voice begins.

"Betrayed by the people above me. An atrocious act. Denouncing me of what had always rightfully been mine. They blemished my shining reputation of always being the greatest performer alive! I was thrown to the rats, cast to the homeless!"

He clenches his fist as the blood pumps through his outstretched arm, clearly venting his anger.

"But no man will be able to stop me!"

The musical piece playing over the obviously old radio is taking speed in pace and intensity.

"They will all have to pay for their herinous doings against my being. I was raped, by the foul men of mediocity! They were jealous of my gifts, jealous of my talent and saw no other option then to rid me from their falling careers. But it was their scoundrel faces that needed to be flushed. Come soon, they will have realised their mistakes! Theives, madmen and lawyers, a gathering of mistreating attitude driven fools they were. But now, it will all change."

Again the scratchy, and somewhat unbearable, background music has slown down to a depressingly low pace.

"For me there is only light at the end of the tunnel. For me, the royal voice of superiority, there is only succes waiting. For the rest of our debouched misery, it will only end in ruin. In ruin, I say!"

A stamp can be heard on the wooden, and dusty, floor. A slight cough and then the arm of flesh retracts. Slow footsteps are heard again as the figure is seen walking through the room. He leaves the radio and sounding and the light blaring as the door is slowly opened, cracking and screeching as it does. A few feint steps outside and the lumber carved piece blocking the doorway is slammed shut. The view is then zoomed in and turned to look at the floor with a white piece of paper, bearing a note is laying.

It reads; "THE MUSE HAS FIRST VERSE".

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NOVA PRO Wrestling Trans-Atlantic Championship
Triple J (c)
-vs-
Shaun Wilson
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Announcer: The following contest is for the NPW Trans-Atlantic Championship and falls count anywhere!

<Pop!>

AR: Ladies and gentle it's time for our main event as Shaun Wilson challenges Triple J for the NOVA Trans-Atlantic Championship. Wilson has flown to main event status in a matter of weeks Saul.

SC: Wilson's gotta be feeling the pressure on. Not only can he grab the T&A title, but he;ll be able to put a big dent in the momentum of the H-City Gang.

Electric guitar riffs blasts throughout the arena as the lights dim and red lights flash towards the entrance.

And Burn When I Hit, They Say It Ain't Fair
I'm About To Burn Me Some Shit, They Call Me Lava
And I have no remorse, I burn like Vodka
With Deadly Force!

A explosion is heard as Shaun comes running out on the stage. He adjusts his hoodie as he steps over the fire.

I Melt Me A Village, I Melt Me A Tribe
I Melt Me A City, Nobody Survives
And When They Realize That I'm Bout To Erupt
They Better Haul Ass, I'mma Fuck Something Up

Shaun slowly makes his way down to the ring with a huge ovation of the crowd. He stops and raises both hands in the air as a multicolored flashing spotlight shines down on him. He slowly starts to walk down the aisle way even acknowledging a few fans with high-fives.

I'm Hot Like Lava, I'm Hotter Than Hell
I'm Over The Edge Homie, I'm Over The Rail
A Fire Red Gel, If I Touch Ya I'mma Melt Ya
You Wanna Hang Around, But You Betta Seek Some Shelter

Shaun struts to the edge of the aisleway and stops. Wilson begins running and jumps up on the apron. Shaun turns and begins to talk trash to the those that aren't cheering for him. He continues on his tirade before hitting his chest and raising both arms in the air, and as if it was on cue the multicolor flashing lights and dimmed lights fade back to normal.

Who (I'm Hot Homie)
What (I'm Hot Homie)
Who (I'm Hot Homie)
What (You Know I'm Hot Homie)

Who (I'm Hot Homie)
What (I'm Hot Homie)
What You Got Homie?

I GOT THAT LAVA HOMIE!

Shaun slings himself over the top rope and jogs around the ring. He slows down and starts to circle the ring as he continues talking to the fans. Shaun climbs the turnbuckle and points out into the arena before he looks to the sky raising his arms in the air. He hops down before shaking his limbs and rotates his neck. He hops from side to side as the song continues to play on. He snatches off his entrance gear and rolls out of the ring before handing it to an unexpecting fan. Mr. Wilson rolls in the ring and looks right in the camera before throwing up a W signaling his last name.

AR: I've never seen a man more focused.

SC: He's gonna have to be. Triple J has a higher mortallity rate than Baghdad.

As the whistled intro of 'Speak No Evil' begins to resonate around the room, the lights dim. Slowly, a single red spotlight fades into view, highlighting the entrance to all, until BANG! The song kicks in and pyros spray orange sparks over the first few rows.

Triple J is stood in the spotlight, shovel in one hand, beer in the other, and a smoke dangling from his lips. The crowd boo as he makes his way down the ramp, sneering at a few fans. Puffs of smoke float away from him as he approaches the ring, and he slips between the second and third rope, but not until he has thrown his shovel in, straight for the official. Reclaiming his trusty sidekick, he stands and waits for the bout to begin.

AR: Listen to this.

The crowd have taken up a rather inspired "Wilson!" chant, which Shaun smiles at and Triple J scowls at. The bell sounds and J throws his shovel outside at the timekeeper for sounding the bell too loud. Both men tie up and Wilson quickly ducks behind J and takes him down, floating over and locking J in a front facelock.

AR: J wasn't expecting that.

SC: Give him time Ryder, all good champions can adapt.

Shaun releases the headlock and leaps to his feet, arms raised for the crowd.

<Pop!>

J ain't happy being upstaged. A quick tackle takes Wilson off his feet and J does what he does best - brawl. Lefts and rights find their way into the side of Wilson's head before J relents, but only for a second before headbutting Shaun quickly. Not one to be outdone, J climbs to his feet and is met with a less positive response than Shaun.

<Heel Pop!>

SC: The fans really love their champion don't they.

AR: J hasn't exactly been a shining example to all the children out there.

SC: You actually think kids read this stuff Ryder?

And just incase they are, J flips off Sanderson Reed before pulling a battered Wilson to the ropes. A quick shuffle later and J has Wilson set up for a Decapitator... which works, choking Wilson's throat against the ring ropes. Reed half-heartedly tries to tell J off but knows he won't get far. J tries for the quick cover!

One!

Two!!

No!!!

AR: Come on J, it's gonna take more than that to finish Wilson off.

SC: It's all mind games Ryder.

AR: J is too drunk to play mind games.

J pulls Wilson to his feet and mouths something unrepeatable before throwing him through the middle ropes to the outside. Being dragged around ringside by a redneck isn't exactly Shaun's idea of a good time and he decides to fight back with a mule kick which stops J in his tracks. A few seconds later and Wilson has busted Triple J open by whipping him headfirst into the steel steps. And doing the same thing, only into the crowd barrier. And again into the announce table.

SC: Stay away you hooligans!

AR: Grow some balls Saul.

Wilson disposes of the announcers monitors and rolls J onto the table. Now we've got to do this thing without commentary for a bit. J is down on the table and Shaun hops up onto the ring apron. Shaun asks for approval from his Wilsonians and is met with a thunderous applause. Wilson leaps high onto the second rope and flips himself backwards with an Asai Moonsault, driving his body through the table and almost crippleing our second wrestler of the night. After a few seconds of screaming and carnage, Shaun drapes his arm over J.

One!











Two!!










THRE-----------NO!!!

J got his shoulder up at the last possible microsecond. Ryder and Cards have pulled away most of their audio equipment from the carnage and give us a recap. Well, Cards can, Ryder's is fucked.

SC: Oh baby! This is what I live for! The high-flying antics of Shaun Wilson, the insane durability of Triple J, and calling the show without you Ryder.

Both men are still down and Reed can do nothing but watch. Brandi is screaming at J to get up and when he doesn't respond, she pulls out a bottle of cheap bourbon and pours it on his face, bringing him back to life instantly. Although Shaun was up quicker. J charges Shaun who summons the strength to leapfrog Triple J and send him back under the bottom rope and inside the ring again. Shaun hops up to the ring apron and gives us our second springboard move of the night with a diving Hurricanran to J, who catches Wilson mid-air and plants him with a sitout powerbomb!

One!


Two!!



-----------NO!!!

SC: Christ that was almost it! What's that Ace? You think Shaun Wilson is sexy!?

J is badly beaten and bloody. He climbs to his feet and steps on Wilson's head as he makes his way over to Brandi in the corner who has his trusty shovel waiting for him. Batter up! J takes a swing at Shaun who ducks under the blow, rebounds off the ropes with a Rolling Thunder Lariat! J falls down and Wilson kips up!

SC: Clothesline From Houston!! That'll do it, right Ace? ... I don't care about Shaun Wilson's ass!!

J crawls towards Shaun who challenges the T&A Champion to get to his feet. J was never one to back down from a challenge claws his way up Wilson and the two men stand face to face, both battered and bloody. J almost has a look of admiration in his eyes for the young Wilson before the two begin to trade blows again.

SC: Wilson doesn't want to get himself in this position with J.

AR: Damn right he doesn't.

SC: !!! You're back!

AR: Yes I am, and I'm here to call the match, not letch over Shaun Wilson like you've been implying.

Back to the match and J has pushed Shaun into the corner and is beating Wilson across the chest with thick chops that can be heard over in the next state. Shaun counters a whip by J and runs him into the opposing corner. Wilson follows J and flips over, kicking J in the side of the head before a cover!

AR: Momentum Swinger!! We could have a new champion!!

One!!!!












Two!!!!!









...








-----------NO!!!

AR: Time froze for the entire world there Saul.

Wilson holds his head in his hands. Even he thought he had this match won. J's corpse is on the floor laughing with blood dripping from his mouth. He really has taken a kicking tonight. Shaun drags J's body from the ropes and tries another pinfall.

One!


Two!!


-----------NO!!!

AR: Don't get frustrated Shaun, keep on him.

SC: This is good strategy... make J do all the kicking out.

Losing his cool a little, Shaun climbs to his feet and grabs J's shovel. Reed stops Wilson from hitting a home run with Triple J's head and manages to grab the shovel and throw it outside. Brandi is up on the apron and protests Shaun's handling of her man. Reed goes to throw Brandi out of the ringside area when a J tackles Shaun straight into Reed and Brandi. The entire thing has a domino effect, Brandi on the arena floor, Reed out cold and J unable to fight back having used the last of his strength. In classic heel fashion, this enables the rest of the H-City Gang sprint down the aisle and jump Wilson from behind. Ruby checks on Brandi, Jack and Rose manhandle Shaun while Billy stands in the corner barking out orders and keeping an eye on J. Jack and Rose lift Shaun up and hold him steady, while Billy prepares to take Wilson's head off with the shovel.

AR: This isn't right.

SC: You expected anything less?

As Billy attempts his swing, the fans go wild. Walker Sr and the rest of the gang turn to see Jay Bain and Nightmare sprinting down the aisle to even things up a little. Nightmare tackles Billy and the two men fall straight through the middle ropes to the outside. Jack and Rose drop Shaun and try to stop Bain who ducks their double lariat and takes out Jack with a spinning heel kick and Rose with a Judgement Slam!

AR: Thank God! Somebody is finally standing up to the Huachuca City Gang!

The brawling between the two sides continues and J and Shaun are both left in the ring. J slowly comes round, still unaware of anything thats been going on, picks up his shovel and prepares to take Shaun's head off again.

SC: Hey batterbatterbatter!!

J swings it like a battle-axe but Shaun is ready and with one front dropkick sends the shovel back to J's face!

SC: No!! The good looks of Triple J - ruined!!

AR: Now's your chance Shaun! Pin him!

Shaun looks set for the pin but instead ties up j's legs with his own and pulls back on them, bending J's body in a way that wasn't intended by god. Reed is back up and checking on J for a submission, but we're not getting one because J is out cold. A few seconds later and Reed is calling for the bell. Seems Wilson wins by TKO.

AR: He's done it!!

Announcer: Here is your winner - and NEW NOVA Trans-Atlantic Champion:

SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNN¬!!!!!!!!
WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNN¬!!!!!!!!

SC: I don't believe it!

AR: Wilson did it! Wilson did it!!!

Reed is passed the TA Title and hands it to Shaun who takes one look at the belt and then clutches the title to his chest, looking up to the sky! Jay Bain and Nightmare slide into the ring despite all the shit thats gone on between them, they hoist Wilson up on their shoulders in a show of unity! Shaun holds the TA title up in the air as the fans go insane!

AR: Shaun Wilson, over came all the odds tonight to win the big one!

SC: Wilson put on a great show Ace, but my instincts tell me this is far from over. Triple J ain't gonna be very forgiving when he wakes up and remembers what happened!

AR: Maybe so Saul, but for now: Shaun Wilson is the new NOVA Trans-Atlantic Champion and theres not a damn thing anyone can do about it!

Rose drags a KO'd Triple J from the ring and he and Billy help carry him back up the aisleway. The Huachuca City Gang disapear, all save Billy who lights a small brown cigarette and eyes Wilson before following suit. Wilson is perched on the top rope holding his title high in the air to the fans who are loving every second of this.

AR: Fans, we've had a great night. From all of us here at NOVA - we hope to see you next week!

SC: Vote McCain!!

A hightlight video rolls, we see Triple J's manhandling of T-Bird and Maybury, The Heralds take out Huggett & Deathcrush, Billy Walker winning the TV title, Rose destroying Quinn and finally a shot of Shaun Wilson holding the Trans-Atlantic Championship high in the air before we fade away.