SuperNOVA I

[Rose]

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NOVA PRO Wrestling presents
SUPERNOVA I
Pauley Pavilion - Los Angeles, California
17.08.08
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A promo video rolls for NOVA's SuperNOVA Pay Per View. We hear the song "Hyperpower" by Nine Inch Nails, as the major marquee matches are profiled. The video ends, as we see all the competitors in NOVA's Trans-Atlantic Championship Tournament lined up and ready to compete tonight.. The interior of Pauley Pavilion is shown, as it is filled to the brim with eager fans. MASSIVE PYRO!!!

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The camera pans around the arena. The fans are on their feet, going nuts, hoisting signs in the air, and such. The commentators are seen, at their announce positions.

Ace Ryder: Welcome, everybody, to SUPERNOVA ONE!! Tonight we're going to see the first ever NOVA Trans-Atlantic Champion crowned and with so much talent out there tonight, it's going to be a great night! With me, as always, is Saul Cards... Saul, what do you think of tonight's action-packed lineup?

Saul Cards: Well, Face... First off, let me reiterate this - Deathcrush will not win tonight.

AR: I can already tell how things are gonna be tonight...

SC: All I care about tonight is Richard Rose taking his rightful place among the championship elite of NOVA!

AR: I'll agree with you there, the kid's got style, but theres a long line of competitors he's going to have to get through to achieve that goal - most notably Jonathan Quinn and Nightmare... plus, er, TrembleKing Yori.

SC: Don't forget Jose and Triple J, those two have had words about who exactly is walking away from this tournament with the title... plus if you throw in Mark Renner and the Mystery opponent - its a recipe for Chaos!

AR: I agree Saul, anything can happen tonight, and probably will!

SC: Yeah yeah...

AR: Anyway let's take you to first tournament match of the evening... and it's got your favourite to win here Saul, Richard Rose goes head to head with "The Devil's Sidekick" Johnathan Quinn.

SC: Oh, goody!

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NOVA Trans-Atlantic Tournament
Round One - Match One
Richard Rose vs. The Devil's Sidekick Jonathan Quinn
17.08.08
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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 him. Rose 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

AR: The look on Richard Rose's face says it all.

SC: What? That he's ready to take the T&A title?

AR: No, that he thinks that everyone here in NOVA is beneath him, he said as much.

SC: He's got a mic, looks like he's gonna tell you again.

Richard Rose stands dead center of the ring, Ruby stands close by. Rose begins to address the fans and the people at home.

Rose: Who the hell decided they were gonna stick me out here first? First rule of entertainment is; you leave the best until last. And yet, M shoves me out here in front of all you scum-sucking fans to open up for you!

The fans boo... loud.

Rose: Well enough, I came out here to let you all know that I am not going out first tonight. I'm going backstage and I'm gonna kick back until I am ready to come out and brighten up your pathetic little lives. You people don't deserve to see me wrestle!

More boos... louder.

AR: He's really endearing himself to the fans isn't he?

SC: He has a point though, these people don't deserve to see him.

Rose: But more than that, Jonathan Quinn... the so-called Devil's Sidekick doesn't even deserve to face me! So I'm gonna have this damn ugly referee do the right thing and declare Richard Rose as the rightful winner of this tournament and first NOVA Trans-Atlantic Champion so I can get the hell out of this shit-hole arena!

The crowd are going wild, Rose really has pressed their buttons.

AR: This guy serious?

SC: Of course, you think he's joking?

Rose: Now--!!

Interupted, thank god.

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.

AR: I think Rose is gonna have to wrestle this match!

#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: And his opponent..... 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 Richard Rose. The two men square up before the bell has even rung, Rose mouthing off at Quinn who smirks.

SC: Wipe that damn smirk off his face Rose!

AR: Things look tense, neither man wants to be the first person to lose on the first show! We can expect something special between these two!

Referee Sanderson Reed seperates the two men and Rose lets off his verbal abuse. Immediately, Quinn charges at Rose. But Rose immediately rolls out of the ring to the waiting arms of Ruby.

AR: What's he doing? Is Rose scared?

Rose points at Quinn and shakes his head. He goes to the time keeper's desk and grabs his singapore cane as he and Ruby slowly begin to leave

SC: I think it's obvious that Quinn has still not proved himself to be a worthy challenger to Rose. So he's packing up and leaving!

AR: He can't do that! He signed a damn contract. The man has an obligation here. People have paid their hard earned money to see a damn wrestling match!

SC: Not to mention he's gonna get counted out and practically hand ol' JQ a bye into the next round.

Ruby and Rose begin to walk up the aisle, not looking back. Quinn can't believe this. He rolls out and immediately catches up with Rose. Rose doesn't see him coming. Quinn hits Rose in the back with a forearm. He catches the attention of the Heir to Excellence!

AR: Good to see Quinn taking this thing into his hands.

Rose turns around and throws a right hand at Quinn but Quinn blocks it. He gives Rose a right hand of his own followed by a knee into the mid-section. Ruby just stands there looking to make a move but Reed is watching. Quinn throws Rose down the aisle way back towards the ring. Rose stumbles and falls into one of the security barriers. Quinn comes up and kicks Rose in the gut, right into the barriers.

AR: Rose doesn't think Quinn's worthy? I think Quinn's gonna change his mind right here.

Quinn now throws Rose back into the ring. Rose is on his knees. He pleads to The Devil's Sidekick but it's only a distraction as he gets in a cheap shot with a punch to Quinn's gut followed by a jawbreaker. Rose now gets to his feet. Right hands to Quinn's face. He whips Quinn into the ropes. Quinn ducks a clothesline. Roaring elbow into Rose' face! He then locks up with Rose. Go behind by Quinn. Rose reverses but Quinn quickly reverses the waistlock back in his favor. He lets go and pushes Rose into the corner.

Quinn runs now and hits a shoulder thrust right into Rose' back area! Here he goes again! Now a third thrust!

Quinn puts the waistlock on again and attempts to give Rose a German suplex but he holds on to the top rope for blockage. Quinn with another shoulder thrust.

AR: Quinn once against thrusts himself into Rose' backside!

SC: *laughing*

AR: *Realizing what he just said* Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that.

SC: Riiiight. I don't even have to set you up for these things Ryder, C'mon!

Quinn this time with a successful German suplex with a bridge pin.

AR: First pin of the night!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

AR: Only a two count!

SC: Quinn still has hold of Rose!

AR: Looks like he's going for some Rolling Germans,

Quinn lifts Rose up in the air but Richard counters the lift, rolling forward and capturing Quinn in a victory roll!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Quinn kicks Rose off and kips up to his feet, Rose charges Quinn and swings his legs with a Windmill kick, only for Quinn to duck under the second kick and end up behind Rose. Quinn locks his arms around Rose's waist and manages to lift him up again for that German Suplex - release style! Rose shows an amazing display of skill, flips all the way over and lands on his feet! Quinn turns around and is met by Rose who lifts Quinn in the air in the spinebuster position only instead of dropping him, he charges him into the corner turnbuckle, driving the air from The Devils Sidekick.

AR: I'm hard pressed keeping up with these guys!

SC: That's why I'm here Ryder.

Rose lays lefts and rights to Quinn who is seated on the top turnbuckle. Rose climbs up to the top rope, resting his... er, crotch, in Quinn's face as he points to the crowd, signalling for some amazing move!

[Mega Heel Pop!]

AR: Taking too long!

Indeed - Quinn strikes a low blow to Rose and the crowd go wild! Rose crouches down, Quinn now stands on the top rope with Rose's head between his legs for a avalanche powerbomb!

SC: No way!

AR: What is she doing in there?

Ruby Grey has slid under the bottom rope and into the ring, standing directly in The Devil's Sidekick's path. She's begging Quinn not to throw her lover off the top rope in such a savage fashion.

AR: Get her outta there Reed!

Reed obliges and escorts Ruby out of the ring, but this was all the time Rose needed, as he throws Quinn over his shoulders with a back body drop!

SC: Oh hell!

Rose turns his head to see where Quinn landed before turning around again and thrusting himself off the top rope with the most perfect moonsault you've ever seen!!

AR: Connects!

ONE!















TWO!

















THREE!!!!!!!!!!!














NO?













QUINN KICKED OUT!!!

SC: YOU CAN'T KICK OUT OF SOMETHING LIKE THAT!

AR: He just did Saul!

Rose looks up at Reed, who reassures him that it was indeed only a two count. Rose mouths something that shouldn't be said on television and picks up Jonathan Quinn. Rose slaps him had across the chest before delivering two knees into Quinn's face knocking him back down. Rose stops to play the crowd before springing off the ropes and delivering a Rolling Thunder to Quinn... who gets his knees up, driving them like daggers into Rose's back!

AR: That'll put a blocker on Rose's momentum.

Quinn is up. He grabs Rose by the head and lays into him with a stiff lariat knocking Rose to the ground! Rose rolls away to relative saftey but Quinn strides over towards Rose who is on his knees, almost in tears begging for mercy!

AR: Is Rose defeated this easy?

SC: I... think I have to agree with you...

Quinn looks around to see what the people think. They boo as Rose pleads for mercy! Quinn looks to the other side and gets the same result. Rose drops the act and nails a low blow!

AR: That sneaky slimey snake!

SC: I knew Rose would never beg for mercy!

Rose gouges Quinn in the eyes and throws him into the corner and drives his shoulders into Quinn's midsection. Rose laughs in the face of Jonathan Quinn and delivers a slap across his face!

AR: Bad idea, looks like you're just gonna make him mad Rose.

True words, Quinn hits a stiff elbow to the face of Richard Rose sending Rose backwards. Quinn summons the last of his strength and flies out of the corner like a rocket! Spearing Rose!

AR: My god, the impact!

SC: He's too beat up to go for the pin though!

Both men lay down, Quinn face down and Rose on his back. Quinn begins to stir and slowly drapes and arm over Rose's chest!

ONE!

















TWO!














THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!














Wait.








Ropebreak.










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AR: Richard Rose is one lucky sonuva--

SC: Language Ace, language!

Quinn climbs to his feet still dazed after the moonsault and backbody drop! Quinn picks up Rose, whips him and backdrops Rose over the top rope on the rebound. Rose lands on the ring apron and hangman's Quinn across the top rope, before hopping back onto the ring apron, twirling his arms and leaping onto the top rope, rebounding off with a corkscrew spear!

SC: Oh god.

Quinn sees it coming and leaps to one side, leaving Rose to come crashing down to the mat with a whole load of velocity!

AR: Rose risked it all on one big move there!

SC: He calls that the Psycho Crusher.

AR: Didn't work did it?

SC: ...no.

Quinn waits patiently for Rose to stir slightly and then NAILS him in the head with a Shining Wizard!!

AR: SIX! SIX!! SIX!!!

ONE!










TWO!














THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!















NO! ROSE KICKED OUT!!!!!!!

AR: I don't believe it.

SC: Me neither, Rose's goose was cooked.

Neither can Quinn, who also checks with Reed that the count was of sufficient speed. Quinn turns Rose over onto his stomach and locks his legs in a Reverse Texas Cloverleaf!

AR: He calls this Sympathy For The Devil!

SC: He might want to start calling it the Rose-Killer, look!

Richard Rose is tapping out!! Quinn has won!

or not.

AR: She's at it again!

Ruby Grey is back up on the ring apron and has Reed distracted enough to not notice Rose's cries of submission. Quinn releases the hold and angrily strides over to Ruby and Sanderson. He shoves Sanderson aside and confronts Ruby, who stops yelling and shouting for a moment. Quinn then does the unthinkable -- wraps his paws around Ruby's head and forces a big kiss on her to laughter from the crowd!

SC: Get your filthy lips off her!

AR: Looks like Ruby Grey will be the envy of all the girls in LA tonight!

[CRACK!]

AR: What the hell!?

SC: Do it again!

Richard Rose in a fit of rage has brought his singapore cane inside the ring and cracked Jonathan Quinn over the back of the head with it! Sanderson Reed calls for the bell!

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner as a result of a disqualification --

JOOOOOONAAAATHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNN!!!!!!!
QUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNN!!!!!!!

SC: That don't mean shit right now though! Ha!

Rose is repeatedly cracking Quinn over his head with the singapore cane in an unrelenting fury!
Sanderson Reed tries to stop him but gets a shot of his own for his troubles! Rose gets down on his knees and begins to choke Quinn with the cane!

AR: Enough is enough!

SC: MORE MORE MORE!!!

Security eventually make their way to ringside and pull Rose from Quinn who is bleeding from his mouth! Rose looks back at the mayhem he's caused with a sadistic grin on his face as EMTs help Quinn to his feet.

AR: Well... Jonathan Quinn goes through to the next round Saul, but I think the bigger question is whether or not he'll be in any fit state to compete?

SC: It's his own damn fault, you do not put your hands on another man's woman.

AR: Anyway, we'll be back with more from NOVA after this.

[Rose]

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NOVA Trans-Atlantic Tournament
Round One - Match Two
Triple J w/Brandi vs. Mystery Opponent
17.08.08
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AR: And we're ready with our second contest of the night, Triple J goes up against a myster opponent, and you've gotta think JJJ is at a disadvantage Saul, not knowing who he's up against, it's gotta be hard to prepare.

SC: It doesn't matter to Triple J, he's just gonna wipe the floor with this fool.

AR: Well I wouldn't wanna be Jefferson Jacob Jackson, not knowing who I am facing.

SC: I'm sure he doesn't wanna be you either Ryder... and it's Josiah Joshua James, nimrod.

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.

SC: She really is the picture of beauty ain't she?

AR: I guess...

SC: So where's this new guy? I don't see him.

As if on summoned, the lights in the arena black out to a huge pop! A counter on the tron loads up...

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SC: Well...??






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Massive pyro explodes as the 100% melt away and the words JAY BAIN become prominent on the screen. The crowd goes fucking nuts!

AR: Oh.My.Fucking.God!

SC: Jay who?

AR: ONE HUNDRED PERCENT JAY BAIN!!! BACK FROM THE DEAD!!

Jay stands with his arms held up high, before poiting down Triple J and sprinting down the aisle.

AR: Jay Bain suffered a near life ending car crash a while back, and here he is competing in a NOVA ring!

SC: Don't be such a mark Ryder.

Bain climbs the ropes and waves his hands manically trying to get more out of the fans here in NOVA. He slams his chest and begins to run around the ring while pointing out to the crowd in attendance while more fireworks now rain down from the roof towards the ring .

He stops and mouths the words “Thank You” and takes a bow before allowing the ref to check him. He raises his hand then signals for a mic which is handed to him through the ropes by the bell ringer. He taps it to try and get the crowd to quiet down which makes him smile more as they give him one last loud cheer.

Jay: Okay.

A cheer follows again

Jay: I think I should clear up a few things first. First thing is I am now a part of NOVA

Fans cheer out in support of Bain coming to this company.

Jay: Yeah I signed the deal and I left FIW to start a fresh and here seemed the place to do it. I am not here to make friends I am here to be the best I can.

Jay: Now some of you know who I am and probably have a question for me while others don’t know who I am and want to know the answer too.
Well I was in another fed for nearly a year and it went from bad to worse to the point that I was involved in a horrific car crash. Now I am luck to be stood here in front of you today after someone tried to end my career if not more. Now the question is how am I here? Shouldn’t I be dead? What about the contract to FIW? Well, the how did I cheat death will have to remain a bit of a mystery because it’s all a little hazy for me you see. I do remember what looked like an Angel stood near me as I lay roadside but I don’t know if that was down to bouncing my head off the wheel?

He stops and looks around as the fans make a mixed reaction of noise. He looks at the announcers and walks over to the ropes.

Jay: Now the contract luckily for me was only 11 months so I was at the end and awaiting to re-new it but why would I want to work in a place where someone wants me dead? I want to try my hand at something else, here is home.

Jay drops the mic down to his side and thinks a moment then roles his shoulders ready for his match.

Jay: I can do this another time after tonight. So let’s get down to business and get the match going shall we. Where are my manners??

Jay walks over to Triple J

Jay: And you are?

3J answers Bain with a stiff left hook! The bell sounds as Triple J tries to take Bain out early but Bain's adrenaline is so high he shrugs off the attacks and tackles JJJ into the corner and begins laying into him with furious lefts and rights! Bain whips JJJ out of the corner and into the ropes, letting Triple J rebound, as Bain leaps into the air and drops JJJ with a calf kick! Jay leaps to his feet and roars for the crowd who give him their approval to beat up Triple J some more.

SC: Bain is on fucking fire!

AR: He's gonna burn himself out if he doesn't slow down the pace!

Jay picks up Triple J and stikes a knee to JJJ's gut and props him up against the ropes and chops him across his chest to a "whoo!" followed by a second... and a third. Bain whips Triple J across the ring again, but JJJ counter-whips and Bain comes rebounding off the ropes, leaps up for a Hurricanrana!

AR: Oh, dear!

JJJ counters with a vicious sitout powerbomb, stopping Bain's momentum in one fell swoop!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!

Bain got the shoulder up at two. Triple J rolls Bain away from him and climbs to his feet. He grabs Jay by the hair and slaps him across the face and follows up with the most technical eye rake in the world and a knee to Jay's gut.

SC: Triple J is a technical wizard.

AR: Fuck off.

JJJ removes one of the turnbuckle pads, lifts Bain onto his shoulders and looks like he's set for a brutal Snake Eyes. JJJ half expects the referee to put a stop to this but Sonatine simply shrugs and orders it to go faster! JJJ complies and drops Bain face first on the exposed turnbuckle, busting him wide open!

SC: First Blood! Put that in the record books Ryder, Triple J was the first man to cause another to bleed in NOVA.

AR: His mother must be so proud.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!

JJJ looks a little shocked that Bain dare kickout, before wrapping his hands around 100%'s throat and choking the life out of him! Jay tries to fight the larger man's grasp but can't, instead having to come up with alternative arrangements...

AR: What the...

Jay uses his legs, places them quickly in JJJ's stomach and monkeyflips the large brawler over his head!

AR: The last thing Jay Bain wants is to get grounded here. He's gotta keep this thing fast and furious.

Bain kips up. JJJ also climbs up and shakes his head in disbelief at Bain's power. Bain is back on the attack and nails a stiff left to JJJ. Bain carries on with a flurry of lefts and rights to Triple J who is shocked by the younger man's competant brawling skills. Jay whips JJJ into the corner and follows it up with a shoulderblock to the midsection. 3J has the air crushed out of him while Brandi slams the apron, yelling at the referee to stop the assault on her beloved.

AR: Behind every good man...

SC: Is a bottle of bourbon?

Bain hooks Triple J in a front headlock and lifts him to the top rope. Jay is looking for a superplex but 3J hits a shot to the stomach, buckling Jay over. Triple J places his head under Bain's jaw and both men come flying off the top rope with a sick super jawbreaker!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!

AR: Jay Bain showing amazing stamina!

Triple J places a boot on Bain's head and kicks him way across the ring. JJJ leans over for a big wet kiss from Brandi, much to the announcer's disgust.

AR: Get a damn room.

Bain is sitting in the corner, a battered and bloody mess. Triple J cracks open a beer and feigns handing it to Jay before cracking him over the head with the can!

AR: Surely that's a damn DQ!

SC: Don't look at me, Sonatine is the law in that ring.

3J picks up Bain and delivers a chop across Bain's chest, creating some lovely red marks. 3J whips Jay into the ropes but Bain reverse in a last ditch attempt. Bain quickly makes his way to the ring apron while JJJ returns on the rebound and springboards himself off towards Triple J!

AR: Oh no!

Bain was caught in midair around the throat by Triple J who proceeds to drop Jay Bain onto the back of his knee in a chokeslam, much to Saul Cards glee.

SC: Haha this'll be all!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen your winner - TRRUUUUUUIIIIIPPPPAAAAAAAAAAALLL JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!

3J rolls out of the ring with his arms held up high, as Brandi follows and hands him his shovel and a nice cold beer. Jay Bain is down inside the ring, looking sad at his loss.

AR: An excellent comeback for 100% Jay Bain here tonight but it just wasn't to be, Triple J gets the pinfall and moves onto the next round.

SC: You know what this means don't you?

AR: What?

SC: It means Triple J could theoretocally be the new NOVA T&A Champion!

AR: What a sobering thought...

[Rose]

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NOVA Trans-Atlantic Tournament
Round One - Match Three
Mark Renner vs. TrembleKing Yori
17.08.08
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Announcer: The Following Contest is Scheduled for One Fall, and is the Third match of the opening round of the Trans-Atlantic Title Tournament!!!

A high pitched note is heard from a female opera singer. She holds the tone for a few seconds before the sounds of breaking glass is heard and Helio's dance version of "The Phantom Of The Opera" begins. But a minute has to pass before TrembleKing Yori comes prancing out, wearing a glorious sparkling coat with fur garnishing, confetti falling from the sky and lights changing from blue to orange to green to yellow and back to blue only to repeat the process.

Announcer: Introducing first, from Nagai, Japan; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Twenty Eight pounds; TrembleKing YOOOOOOOOOORIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!

He stops on the middle of the ramp to clear his throat and then sing for a few seconds before breaking into a huge smile, oblivious to the jeers from the crowd. Yori then continues on to the ring, where he walks up the steel steps and then hangs his coat on the turnbuckle. The TrembleKing then goes through the middle and top rope before scurrying to the middle of the ring where he lifts his arms, all smile, and receive another bash from the crowd, of which he is still oblivious of. He finally settles into one corner but before the match starts he stops the referee, clears his throat again and sings another quick tune before kindly asking the official to start the match.

The lights dim as Static X blast through the loud speakers, blowing our eardrums away. A blue fog fills the stage and ramp all the way to the ring. From behind the wall of blue smoke a figure makes itself seen. The crowed explodes with cheers as Mark makes his way center stage. Mark throws his arms high in the air to receive even more cheers. Obviously this must be a photo opportunity as the arena lights up with flashes of cameras all over. When he returns his arms back to his side he makes his ascend through the smoke to the ring. On the way he slaps some hands of near by fans, and when he makes it to the ring he hopes on the edge and climbs in-between the top and middle rope.

Announcer: And his opponent, from Nashville, Tennessee; Weighing in tonight at uh... MARK RREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNEEEEEERRRRRRR!!!

When in the ring the smoke dies down and again he thrusts his arms into the air for the crowd. When he does an explosion of blue fireworks shoot from each ring post and stay lit for a few seconds like a sparkler. As his music dies down, Mark prepares for the match getting loose by using the ropes to stretch out.

Ba-Ding!!!

And the third match of this opening round is underway, Renner sliding out of his corner like a man looking to wrestle, and Yori... Well, Yori's still warming his voice up, and stretching his arms & upper body. Not an auspicious start to his NOVA Career, or indeed NOVA in General, but alas, Constant Reader, it's what we have. It is however not what Mark Renner wants. What Mark Renner does want includes a wrestling match, and Yori is slightly surprised to find it starting several hours before it's actually ready. Renner shoots in at the Tenor's [or perhaps the Baritone's;] nearest leg, and hauls him down to the floor, sliding into a side-mount, and slapping on a Chickenwing Armlock.

SC: Oh come on, let the man at least take his Boa off!

AR: The bell has rung, Saul; and that was an impressive start. Certainly moreso than this uh, Trembling King?

SC: Have you no appreciation for the Arts, Ryder?

AR: Well, I appreciate the art of a good ar-

SC: Spare me your banal corporate whoring.

Ace Ryder is stunned. In fact, the only person more stunned is Yori, who finds himself on his back with his arm twisted out at an odd angle. More mortifying that this is the fact that Renner is pressing his knee against the side of Yori's head, slightly distorting his precious hair! This is both outrageous and intolerable, but Yori escapes with his feet on the ropes, and as soon as the break is called, he rolls away from the ring, and desperately attempts to fix it while he's away from the action.

AR: Is there anything actually wrong with his hair?

SC: Of course there is, can't you see the strands knocked out of perfect alignment by that uncouth swine Renner?

He isn't the only one. There doesn't seem to be many people who can see the stray hairs of the TrembleKing's hair, which is why the referee is begins the count after frowning away the complaints.

One! Two!! Three!!!

Yori is outraged. Again. Oh well, the match continues, as does the count. Yori slides himself back into the ring and eyes Renner. Both men tie up and both men struggle for supremecy, with Yori releasing a high pitched wail in Renner's face, startling him and allowing Yori to take the advantage. Yori stikes a knee into Renner's side and a chop to Renner's chest. Yori locks his arms around Renner's head and executes a beautiful floatover vertical suplex.

AR: Cover!

One!

Two!!

Kickout!

Yori slaps his palms together and shouts something at El arbitro. Faster count? Probably. Yori picks up Renner and whips him into the corner and follows through with a flying leg lariat, using his superior weight to crush Renner against the turnbuckle!

AR: Trembling King Yori in full control here.

SC: Fuck sake Ryder, it's TrembleKing Yori, you uncultured swine.

Yori smashes an elbow into Renner's face and Renner sinks comically to the ground. Yori plays to the crowd with his "beautiful" voice once more before kicking Renner in the face for good measure. Yori drags Renner out of the corner and lays him out perfectly aligned for a top rope move, and it seems that's what we're getting as Yori scales the top rope!

AR: Things aren't looking good for Mark Renner.

Indeed not, as Yori thrusts himself from the top rope, somersaulting over and driving his leg across the throat of Mark Renner! Yori climbs to his feet and places a boot across the chest of Mark Renner!

One!

Two!!

Three!!!

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlmen, your winner - TRRRRRUUUUHHHEEEEMMMBUUUULLLLKIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGG YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!

Yori raises his arms in the air with a smile as he looks down at Mark Renner in disgust and exits the ring.

SC: I love this guy, he barely even broke a sweat!

AR: Indeed, TrembleKing Yori gives us an impressive debut and moves on to the semi-finals.

SC: And Mark Renner, pft, well who cares about Mark Renner.

Saul's words hit hard as Mark Renner climbs to his feet, shaking his head for having "choked" again. Renner leans against the ropes, catching his breath. What he doesn't see is what's awaiting behind him.

AR: Who the hell is that?

SC: You mean what the hell is that? That's not a man, it's a monster!

The man (or monster) towers above Renner, who turns around to be met with the creature's hand gripped firmly around his throat. Renner doesn't stand a chance as the tattooed man hoists him high up in the air and brings him down with a chokeslam of insane velocity, almost breaking Renner in two! The man stares down Mark Renner before looking up to the backstage area and performing the cut-throat action, before disapearing once again through the crowd.

AR: Who the hell was that?

SC: What the hell was that you mean?

AR: Mark Renner is completely out here. I think we need EMTS... we'll be back after this.

SC: Save me Ace!

[Rose]

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NOVA Trans-Atlantic Tournament
Round One - Match Four
Nightmare vs. Jose
17.08.08
=============================

The low hum of electronic produced music and guitar strumming are seeping through the sound system, and into the arena. Many of the fans stand on their feet and look around for the competitor that is making his entrance. To make things more difficult for them is the lighting dims to just a hair above complete darkness. What follows next isn't a person but rather a hushed voice singing along with the instrumentals.

My room came alive
My dog just died
Stacked 13 pennies on his eyes
I stared at the wall
It stared back at me
It started to breath
And then it started to bleed

Murmurs ripple through the fans and the voice grows a little louder while maintaining its hushed tone.

The moon cracked open
And it started to flow
And my future was exposed
The gods gave me my own TV show
And they called it
Transylvania 90210

A light beams through the crowd from one of the entrances into the seating arrangement. One by one the fans start to filter out of the way of it to see what is causing this intense ray suddenly.

I had a plastic casket with candy bones inside
I put the skeleton together and it came to life
He said that I looked bored
He took a knife from the drawer
He said to kill for me
What are you waiting for?

It is when they part entirely that it is revealed to be a black beat up moped that is sputtering & hanging onto life by a thread. The rider on it is wearing a dark violet scarf around his neck that hides his jaw and old fashioned driving goggles over his eyes. With one hand he mans the transportation device and with the one holds a Big Gulp slushie drink. He doesn't seem to notice the attention his vehicle is getting and quite nonchalantly puts the straw into his scarf's area, and drinks from the frozen treat.

The moon cracked open
And it started to flow
And my future was exposed
The gods gave me my own TV show
And they called it
Transylvania 90210

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At unsafe speeds the moped zips through the ground level seating & shows that it is surprisingly tough. The machine blasts through chairs & sends them flying in every direction as its driver calmly continues to sip from his drink. It is only when they are within a few feet of the guard rail that he stops it abruptly and turns it off. With a sigh he gets to his feet & pulls off his scarf and goggles, and sets them on the seat & his half finished Big Gulp on top of them. In one fluid motion he hops over the guard rail & slides into the ring as his music fades away & the lights return.

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, indistinguishable as it is both whispering and screaming at the same time, speaks.

"I MUST NOT FEAR.
FEAR IS THE MIND KILLER.
FEAR IS THE LITTLE DEATH THAT BRINGS TOTAL OBLITERATION.
I WILL FACE MY FEAR.
I WILL PERMIT IT TO PASS OVER ME AND THROUGH ME.
WHERE THE FEAR HAS GONE, THERE WILL BE NOTHING."

A moment's pause...

"ONLY I WILL REMAIN."

The guitars and drums of Dry Kill Logic's 'Nightmare' then hits the PA, 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 a pair of bright white fireworks explode on either side of the stage....

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, his glass covered chair raised high in the air, the name of his enemy scrawled across the backrest in glow in the dark paint. His green eyes burn a hole through the ring as he lowers his chair and starts marching toward it, his chair dragging along the ground as he tags hands with his fans.

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 tosses his chair inside so that it clatters against the bottom turnbuckle and 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, collecting his chair again and raising it high to the fans as they awash him in flashbulbs for the second time. Finally Nightmare drops his chair in front of him in the corner, disposing of his jacket as he waits for war to commence.

DING DING!

The two men circle each other, neither of them willing to make the first move. Then, all of a sudden Jose leaps in with a swinging kick. Nightmare already has the move scouted though, and he grabs the leg, ducking the inevitable Enziguri attempt. What he doesn't avoid though, is Jose landing bak on his foot, leaping off it and kicking him square in the jaw. Nightmare stumbles back, then charges back with a stiff lariat that Jose ducks, taking him over with a waistlock takedown. Nightmare's quick to fight his way back to his feet though, scooping Jose up and slamming him back to the mat. He drops the knee, then locks in a vicelike chinlock, trying to tear Jose's head off. The smaller man elbows him in the gut a couple of times though, and the two men are soon back to their feet. They lock up again, each man pushing for the advantage. Nightmare soon overpowers Jose though, but he turns the tide with a chinbreaker, using Nightmare's dominant position against him.

AR: What a fantastic start to this match!

SC: Bah, some goth and the bionic fucking man trading body slams? Sometimes I wonder why I bother.

AR: This is out first show Saul...

SC: Yeah, I know but... Well, I think alot, alright?

AR: Shu- WHAT A PILEDRIVER¬!!

As Ace as just pointed out, Jose has very nearly torn a hole in the mat with Nightmare's head. He then leaps to the top rope, moonsaulting effortlessly through the air.

Only problem is, Nightmare's back to his feet, and catches him, turning the tide with a beautiful looking powerslam, flattening the youngster. He then pulls Jose back to his feet, and whips him hard into the turnbuckle, charging in with a huge body splash. Nightmare climbs the turnbuckles, screaming to the crowd before he drives nine pin sharp punches into Jose's face, before leaping back to the mat and uppercutting the sense right out of his head (if there was any there in the first place). Nightmare then waylays Jose with body shot after body shot, and a final elbow to the face actually draws blood. Jose's quick to fight back though, a headbutt surprising Nightmare, then a running knee sends him to his knees. Quick to capitalise, Jose hits a basement dropkick, flattening Nightmare completely. Jose grabs Nightmare's legs, possibly going for a Boston Crab. It doesn't matter what he's doing though, as Nightmare gleefully demonstrates the power in his rebuilt knees and kicks the man away. As Jose stumbles backwards, Nightmare's back to his feet and he charges in with a terrifying spinebuster that knocks the air out of Jose, then goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

TH-NOOOOO!

AR: Oh Christ! What a close call!

SC: Is this match STILL going on?

Jose's back up, looking, quite angry, it should be said. He kicks Nightmare hard in the gut twice, then comes off the ropes with a vicious palm strike that the veteran only just manages to duck.

AR: Woah! That was Jose's finisher!

SC: What? waving his hands about like that?

AR: Believe me, if Nightmare wasn't quick enough to avoid it, you'd have seen something pretty impressive.

SC: Well, I'll take your word for that, I suppose.

While our boys have been bickering, Nightmare has caught Jose with a belly to back suplex, and is now stomping the shit out of him. He then pulls Jose to his feet, whips him into the corner, then shoulder tackles him down so he is sat in the corner. Taking a few steps back, Nightmare then runs in with a vicious knee shot.

AR: A vision of pain!

SC: What are you going on about now?

AR: That's what Nightmare calls it when he knees your eyeballs into the back of your head.

SC: Oh right. I don't really care.

AR: Why does that not surprise me?

Nightmare's domination continues as he pulls Jose back up, whipping him into the ropes and slamming him down quickly with another picture-perfect powerslam, then dropping a few elbow shots. Looking out at the crowd, Nightmare draws his thum across his neck, to a huge pop from the crowd, and pulls Jose into the pumphandle position...

AR: It's CATACLYSM TIME¬!!

Jose knows this too. And that's why as Nightmare lifts him up, he sneaks out, lands behind Nightmare, turns him, and hits him with a running palm strike.

AR: I FEEEEEEEEEEEEL LIKE SHATTERRRRRRRRING YOUR JAAAAAAAW!!!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

AR: JOSE PROGRESSES TO THE NEXT ROUND!!

SC: Hooray.

Looking down at his fallen adversary with disdain, Jose scoffs and slips through the ropes, heading towards the back.

[Rose]

AR: What a show we've had so far fans. Jonathan Quinn, Triple J, TrembleKing Yori and Jose all advancing into the semi-finals.

SC: It's been an action packed night Ace, and look who's back out here--

Richard Rose stands in the ring, out here for the third time tonight.

Rose: So yeah, I was just backstage with Triple J laughing at how tonight we've put an end to Jay Bain and Jonathan Quinn's attempts to get hold of the T&A Title... when all of a sudden, we were interupted by the man who runs this company, M.

AR: I don't think he should be badmouthing our general manager.

SC: Sssh, he ain't said anything yet, I wanna hear.

Rose: So, M comes up to me and he says "Rose, you've shown the killer instinct tonight, and for that you shall be rewarded. How does the Television title sound?" So I said sure, and here I am. Now I have invited M to personally hand the title over to me and declare me champion!

AR: Well... this sucks.

The crowd boo loudly as NOVA's GM, the man known only as M appears on the ramp. He is given a microphone by a stage hand as he addresses us.

M: Rose... my friend... I'm afraid it's not that simple. Running NOVA means I want the very best out of my wrestlers. It's a hard market to succeed in, we have to show that we are the very best. And I'm all about survival of the fittest Richard. Where would the fun be in simply handing you the Television Championship? That's not how I roll.

M pauses, he's actually getting a small face reaction.

M: So, you will have a Television Title shot Richard. You - one on one with... Jay Bain--!!

AR: What!?

SC: Oh god, not him again!

M: And it starts--

M checks his watch...

M: NOW!!

Rose begins to speak into his microphone but doesn't notice Jay Bain has come out of the crowd behind him! Jay rolls up Rose and it's over before it's begun!!

ONETWOTHREE¬!!!

SC: NOO!

Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, your winner - and NEW NOVA Television Champion - JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY BUUUUUUUUUUHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYNNNNN!!!!!!!!

Rose climbs to his feet quickly but Bain is already outside the ring, holding the TV title high in the air as the crowd goes fucking nuts!

SC: HE WAS ROBBED!!

AR: In the same way Rose, cost Bain his match against Triple J, Jay Bain gains a measure of revenge against the Huachuca City Gang tonight!!

SC: That sneaky bastard!

AR: That's what I call poetic justice Saul... we'll be back after this!

[Rose]

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NOVA Trans-Atlantic Tournament
Round Two - Match One
Triple J vs. "The Devil's Sidekick" Jonathan Quinn
17.08.08
=============================

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.

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.

DING DING!

Triple J wants this one over quickly. This is obvious from the way he starts the match, going straight for Quinn's face with some vicious rights and lefts. The more nimble Quinn simply ducks out of the way of the first few shots, but when Triple J throws two consectuive lefts, Quinn can't get out of the way quick enough, and gets rocked by a hard hand to the face. Quinn's back on the action in a second though, and he responds with a thundering superkick of his own that knocks J back into the turnbuckles, Quinn following up with a great monkeyflip to put him on his back.

AR: These men really want this one over and done with!

SC: It's all down to which one of them wants to take on Trembleking Yori in the final the most...Or whether Triple J hits Quinn with his shovel.

AR: I wouldn't put that past him.

SC: Hell, I'm hoping he does it right now!

Back in the ring, Quinn is really dominating the beleagured J, hammering boots into his stomach while he's trapped against the turnbuckles. After an inhuman amount of kicks to the gut, Quinn takes a step back, ready for J to drop to the floor.

He doesn't.

What J infact does is pull a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and light one, much to Quinn's annoyance.

AR: Does that idiot not feel pain?

SC: Doesn't look like it, does it?

After a couple of quick puffs, J flicks the Marlboro away and goes straight for Quinn again, and once again Quinn ducks the shot. This time he goes low, tripping J, then hitting him with a standing somersault senton. Quinn quickly applies an armbar, causing J to yelp in pain and claw for the ropes despite them being about four feet away from him. Quinn shifts his weight to ensure that J is going absolutely nowhere, then yanks back hard on the arm. In a huge amount of pain, J manages to pull himself a few inches, but soon realises that he's going nowhere quickly, and decides that a better course of action would be to use his free arm to hit Quinn right upside the face. It takes a few shots, but eventually J is freed enough to get to his feet and club Quinn round the head once more. Quinn's flat out, and J grins as he approaches his prone opponent. Quinn's playing possum though, and he rolls J up in a lightning fast pin.

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT!

J's starting to get quite annoyed now, and once again he lunges for Quinn. Once again though, Quinn easily ducks out the way and hurricanranas J to the mat, then dropping onto him with a split legged moonsault.

AR: Quinn's got this match, surely? He's made a complete mockery of Triple J from the outset.

SC: Yeah, but J's too drunk to feel pain. Why do you think he keeps coming back for more?

AR: Yeah, good point.

What now follows is what can only be described as a bizarre game of pissed cat and wiley mouse; J swinging wildly at Quinn as he continues to sidestep each and every shot, J getting angrier and angrier with every shot he misses until he keels over coughing.

AR: J's lungs have given out on him!

SC: Yeah, that happens to him, the poor unhealthy bastard.

AR: QUINN'S GOT THE COVER!!

ONE!

TWO!!

TH-KICKOUT!!

AR: OH CHRIST! HOW CLOSE WAS THAT?

J and Quinn are back up, J's sudden attack seemingly cleared up. Quinn jumps out of the way of yet another violent swing, this time leaping onto J's back with a sleeper.

AR: He's just gonna knock J out!

SC: You've gotta feel sorry for the drunken idiot.

AR: WAIT! Here comes Rose!

Indeed, Rose is making his way to the ring, yelling at Quinn about his loss in the first round. Sanderson, the official, is tied up with restraining Rose, and doesn't see J pick up his shovel, then cracking Quinn over the head with it. Seeing this, Rose suddenly drops the matter, heading back up the entrance way and leaving J to pin Jonathan.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!!!

AR: TRIPLE J IS IN THE FINAL! IT'S J FOR THE TRANS-ATLANTIC CHAMPIONSHIP!!

SC: AND J HIT QUINN WITH A SHOVEL!! EVERYONE'S A WINNER!

AR: Well, except Quinn.

SC: Well yeah. He got hit in the head with a shovel.

AR: Well folks, we have to go to commercial, but don't you dare touch that dial because when we get back, we'll be crowning a new TRANS-ATLANTIC CHAMPION!!

[Rose]

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NOVA Trans-Atlantic Tournament
Round Two - Match Two
Jose vs. TrembleKing Yori
17.08.08
=============================

AR:The winner of this match up faces Triple J in the finals, what a match that will be Saul.

SC: With Triple J in the fray, its bound to be entertainment!

The low hum of electronic produced music and guitar strumming are seeping through the sound system, and into the arena. Many of the fans stand on their feet and look around for the competitor that is making his entrance. To make things more difficult for them is the lighting dims to just a hair above complete darkness. What follows next isn't a person but rather a hushed voice singing along with the instrumentals.

My room came alive
My dog just died
Stacked 13 pennies on his eyes
I stared at the wall
It stared back at me
It started to breath
And then it started to bleed

Murmurs ripple through the fans and the voice grows a little louder while maintaining its hushed tone.

The moon cracked open
And it started to flow
And my future was exposed
The gods gave me my own TV show
And they called it
Transylvania 90210

A light beams through the crowd from one of the entrances into the seating arrangement. One by one the fans start to filter out of the way of it to see what is causing this intense ray suddenly.

I had a plastic casket with candy bones inside
I put the skeleton together and it came to life
He said that I looked bored
He took a knife from the drawer
He said to kill for me
What are you waiting for?

It is when they part entirely that it is revealed to be a black beat up moped that is sputtering & hanging onto life by a thread. The rider on it is wearing a dark violet scarf around his neck that hides his jaw and old fashioned driving goggles over his eyes. With one hand he mans the transportation device and with the one holds a Big Gulp slushie drink. He doesn't seem to notice the attention his vehicle is getting and quite nonchalantly puts the straw into his scarf's area, and drinks from the frozen treat.

The moon cracked open
And it started to flow
And my future was exposed
The gods gave me my own TV show
And they called it
Transylvania 90210

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At unsafe speeds the moped zips through the ground level seating & shows that it is surprisingly tough. The machine blasts through chairs & sends them flying in every direction as its driver calmly continues to sip from his drink. It is only when they are within a few feet of the guard rail that he stops it abruptly and turns it off. With a sigh he gets to his feet & pulls off his scarf and goggles, and sets them on the seat & his half finished Big Gulp on top of them. In one fluid motion he hops over the guard rail & slides into the ring as his music fades away & the lights return.

AR: We saw Jose defeat Nightmare earlier in the night to advance to this spot.

A high pitched note is heard from a female opera singer. She holds the tone for a few seconds before the sounds of breaking glass is heard and Helio's dance version of "The Phantom Of The Opera" begins. But a minute has to pass before TrembleKing Yori comes prouncing out, wearing a glorious sparkling coat with fur garnishing, confetti falling from the sky and lights changing from blue to orange to green to yellow and back to blue only to repeat the process.

He stops on the middle of the ramp to clear his throat and then sing for a few seconds before breaking into a huge smile, oblivious to the jeers from the crowd. Yori then continues on to the ring, where he walks up the steel steps and then hangs his coat on the turnbuckle. The TrembleKing then goes through the middle and top rope before scurrying to the middle of the ring where he lifts his arms, all smile, and receive another bash from the crowd, of which he is still oblivious of. He finally settles into one corner but before the match starts he stops the referee, clears his throat again and sings another quick tune before kindly asking the official to start the match.

AR: Neither man wants to lose after coming this far.

SC: Well duh,

Sanderson Reed calls for the bell and we begin.

Yori ducks quickly behind Jose and grapples his waist. Jose in turn strikes a back elbow on TrembleKing releasing his grip. Jose whips Yori into the ropes but Yori ducks a clothesline attempt and returns with one of his own, which Jose ducks under and leaps performing a crucifix!

One!

Two!

Kickout!

Yori is out at two and back up quickly. Jose drops down and takes Yori over in an armdrag. Yori is up again and performs a double leg takedown and hits repeated shots to Jose!

SC: Looks like Yori's had enough of this shit.

Yori repeatedly strikes Jose before lifting him up and tossing him across the ring and into the corner. Yori chops Jose for good measure and whips him into the opposite corner, where Jose grabs the top turnbuckle and attempts to backwards leap frog. Yori was too quick and put the brakes on, leaving Jose to turn around and be met with a calf kick!

AR: Cover!!

One!

Two!

Kickout!

Jose kicked out quickly and Yori pulls him to his feet. Jose strikes Yori in the chest, wraps his arm around Yori and brings him down with a russian leg sweep!

One!

Two!

Kickout!

[/center]

AR: This really has been fast paced.

SC: Both men looking to end it quickly as they want to save their energy for the final.

Jose is up first. He grabs Yori's arm and spins him over in La Majistral!

One!

Two!

Kickout!

[/center]

Yori kicks out at two and kips up. Jose charges Yori and spins his body around the TrembleKing's in an attempted spinning headscissors but Yori puts an end to any momentum that Jose was gaining by dropping him down with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!

AR: Cover from Yori!

One!

Two!

Thr--Kickout!

[/center]

SC: First time neither man kicked out dead on two.

Yori grabs and hoists him on his shoulders in a fireman's lift. Yori twirls round giving Jose plenty to cry about and drops him flat on the mat. Yori stands to attention at treats us to a sample of his beautiful voice before dropping a leg across Jose's throat!

One!

Two!

Thre---Kickout!

[/center]

AR: Yori looks to be in control here.

Yori grabs Jose by the head and locks in a front face lock and hoists the smaller man over for a suplex. Jose shakes off the earlier leg drop and twists out of the suplex landing behind Yori! Jose

AR: What's he gonna do here...

Jose leaps up in the air, placing both knees into Yori's spine for an attempted Lungblower but Yori's spider-sense sees it coming and backs Jose up into the corner that's missing a turnbuckle pad from the earlier Bain/JJJ match, crushing the air from Jose and shattering his spine!

AR: Oh god!

SC: Finish him now Yori!

Yori must have heard Saul, drags Jose out of the corner, stretches him out and proceeds to deliver a standing somersault legdrop with amazing impact!!

AR: This could be it!

One!

Two!!

Three!!!

[/center]

SC: He did it!

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner - TRREEMBBLLLEEEKIIIINNGGG YOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRIIIII!!!!

Yori stands as Sanderson Reed raises his arm in victory. Jose can only roll across the ring, his head shaken from the legdrop/spine attack combo.

AR: Well, TrembleKing Yori goes through to meet Triple J in the finals Saul, how do you think that is gonna go?

SC: One word Ryder, one word: Carnage.

AR: I fear you may be right Saul... we'll be back with the finals after this!

[Rose]

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NOVA Trans-Atlantic Tournament
Grand Final
Triple J vs. TrembleKing Yori
17.08.08
=============================

AR: Well fans, tonight we've seen it all. Richard Rose come out twice and to lose each time. Mark Renner get destroyed by a mystery man. Triple J demolished both Jonthan Quinn and Jay Bain. TrembleKing Yori's amazing debut. And now we're down to this. Triple J vs. TrembleKing Yori for the NOVA Trans-Atlantic Title. Saul, you've gotta feel it in the air, history is about to be made tonight.

SC: Your right Ace, tonight is the night we crown our representative. The T&A title is in the hands of the two men we're about to see wrestle.

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: I didn't think it possible but Triple J looks even drunker than usual.

A high pitched note is heard from a female opera singer. She holds the tone for a few seconds before the sounds of breaking glass is heard and Helio's dance version of "The Phantom Of The Opera" begins. But a minute has to pass before TrembleKing Yori comes prouncing out, wearing a glorious sparkling coat with fur garnishing, confetti falling from the sky and lights changing from blue to orange to green to yellow and back to blue only to repeat the process.

AR: And here comes Yori. He's been pretentious all night.

SC: You obviously don't understand what it is to be an artist Ryder.

He stops on the middle of the ramp to clear his throat and then sing for a few seconds before breaking into a huge smile, oblivious to the jeers from the crowd. Yori then continues on to the ring, where he walks up the steel steps and then hangs his coat on the turnbuckle. The TrembleKing then goes through the middle and top rope before scurrying to the middle of the ring where he lifts his arms, all smile, and receive another bash from the crowd, of which he is still oblivious of. He finally settles into one corner but before the match starts he stops the referee, clears his throat again and sings another quick tune before kindly asking the official to start the match.

SC: Here we go Ryder! History in the making!

AR: And remember, it's no disqualification.

TrembleKing Yori and Joshua Jonah Jacobs eye eachother. Sonatine calls for the bell and we're away. Brandi is on the outside slamming her hands on the mat, shouting exactly what she thinks of TrembleKing Yori. Yori is momentarily distracted by Brandi, allowing Triple J to take a cheap shot and club Yori from behind.

AR: What an honourable way to start.

SC: J wants to win it badder than anyone else, he gotta weddin' tuh pay fur!

AR: Shut up Saul.

Yori strikes back with an elbow strike that nails Triple J in the face. Yori turns around and hits several chops to JJJ's chest before performing a go-behind and then dropping J on the back of his head with a beautiful back suplex! Yori rolls over quickly for a pin!

One!

Two!!

No!!!

J got the shoulder up quickly. Yori slaps J in the face before stomping him a little. Yori drags J to a corner and places him in crotch postion and slides out of the ring.

SC: Oh no! J and Brandi were hoping to have children one day!

Yori it seems, is merciful, only using the ring post to swing J's leg into. J cries out as bone meets steel, while Saul breathes a sigh of relief!

SC: Ah seems, Yori must have a sense of honour after all!

Not - Yori has grabbed both of J's legs and runs him into the post. JJJ's eyes (and screams) reveal he is in unimaginable pain.

AR: Looks like Triple J and Brandi are gonna have to give it a miss tonight!

SC: Poor J.

Yori unplugs and picks up a length of cable from ringside and brings it back into the ring with him. He ties it tightly around Triple J's neck and begins to choke the southerner. J is gasping for breath but manages to fight his way to his feet, until Yori uses the cable and throws him across the ring. Yori dives on J for the cover!

One!

Two!!

Kickout!!!

AR: That may have been enough to finish off others, but Yori is going to have to do more to finish Triple J.

SC: Relax, I'm sure Yori knows what he's doing in there.

Yori unwraps the cable from J's throat. He wraps a length of it around his fist and uses the remained as a whip!

<CRACK!>

AR: Jesus H. Christ!

SC: Woo! A good old fashioned whippin'!!

<CRACK!>

Yori whips again. And again. Triple J isn't having much fun. His shirt has been ripped open by the cracks of Yori's makeshift whip. The blood on Triple J's back is not nice to look at. Yori cracks the whip again - Triple J no sells. And again. J turns around to face TrembleKing Yori who whips J across the chest this time with a crack that sounds like thunder. J tears the remnants of his shirt off and tackles Yori through the ropes and both men crash to the outside!!

SC: I wish they'd get away from us, this is getting a little brutal.

AR: A little brutal??? We just saw a man take a whipping with eletrical cable!

J is up first, bloody and battered. He picks up Yori and whips him full throttle into the steel steps, sending Yori flying over them and crashing into the crowd barrier. Brandi comes over to check on her man, and he plants a big wet kiss on her lips, before pulling out a can of "Jayweiser" from between her tits, drowing himself in it and picking up his shovel.

AR: Oh please stop this.

SC: Just a little revenge Ryder, Yori whipped J, so now J is gonna whack Yori over the head with a shovel.

J stalks Yori who is on his knees, staring at his fate. J throws his can into the crowd and takes a swing at a begging Yori.

AR: I can't look.

SC: No need, he missed.

Yori ducked out of the way and J missed his shot. Yori tries to grab the shovel from J's hands but J won't give up his livelihood so easy. Both struggle over the weapon and J, being the more experienced of the two using a shovel, uses the handle to plant Yori in the face. Yori staggers back and lays across the ring apron. J swings...

<DONG!!!>

AR: Oh Christ. He could have killed him with that shot!

J rolls Yori inside the ring and drapes himself of the TrembleKing.

ONE!!










TWO!!!!











THR---NO!!!!

AR: Yori got the shoulder up!

SC: I don't think that was a good idea. Now he has to put up with more shovel shots from Triple J.

J can't believe it and picks up his shovel again. He grabs Yori by his perfect hair and throws him into the corner. He grabs each of Yori's legs and hooks them in the ropes, ala shattered dreams.

AR: I can already see where this is going.

SC: I can't look!

<DONG!!!>

AR: JJJ returning the favour from before.

Yori's face goes blank and he falls face first towards the mat, legs still trapped. J tosses the shovel aside and grabs Yori by the hair again. He lifts up TrembleKing before slamming his face down to the mat - hard!

SC: He made a see-saw out of him!

J covers!

One!!




TWO!!!!



THR--NO!!!

SC: No way!

Yori got the shoulder up at the last second. J can't believe it and calls from Brandi to throw him a bottle of whiskey. Brandi pulls out Jim Beam black from her handbag and slides it to JJJ.

AR: What the hell is this about?

SC: All this hardcore wrestling is pretty thirsty work!

J puts the bottle to his lips and takes a gulp of whisky, not swallowing. He searches his baggy pockets for something...

AR: Oh Christ.

SC: Ricky Steamboat lives!

Both: Matches!

We can see where this is going. Yori has just managed to climb to his feet after JJJ's assault. J lights a match against the ropes and spits the bourbon out over the flame, causing the flamethrower effect towards Yori!

AR: ...

SC: ...

AR: HE DUCKED!!!!

Yori saw the flame coming and dropped down under it! J doesn't see as Yori rolls for the shovel and drives it into JJJ's stomach as the flame dies down! Triple J is crouched over and Yori takes his chances!

<DONG!!!>

AR: Cover!!!

ONE!!!!!!!









TWOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


















THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE----------------NO!!!!!!!

AR: Triple J just kicked out!!!

SC: Un.... believable.

Yori can't believe it either... not many can. Brandi is screaming at J to get up. Yori casts her a glance before dragging Triple J towards the ropes. Yori motions for top rope antics and climbs outside onto the ring apron. Yori slowly makes his way to the top rope. Triple J has moved from his position and is slowly crawling towards Yori who stands perched high on the top rope! Yori flies off with a spinning elbow strike that nails Triple J square in the face!

SC: Cover him Yori!

AR: He can't. That took a lot out of him too.

Sonatine shrugs as he awaits both men getting up. He refuses to allow a ten count, wanting a clean finish to the barbaric match we've witnessed thus far. Yori stirs first. He rolls over and drapes an arm over Triple J.

ONE!!!!
















TWO!!!!!!!!!!














THREEEEEE!!!!!












NO.

AR: What the hell is this jackass doing out here?!

SC: Supporting a fellow gang member.

Richard Rose is on the outside, and pulled Yori off Triple J. Yori is still a little dazed and doesn't realise quite what happened. He picks up Triple J and props him up against the ropes and reaches for the shovel again. He attempts an axe handle swing but J gets the boot to Yori's face. J chops Yori across the chest and attempts an irish whip. Yori reverses and J comes rebounding with a lariat. Yori ducks under the strike and rebounds on the ropes from the other side!

<CRACK!!>

Rose hit Yori in the back with the singapore cane! Yori clutches his back as Triple J swings the shovel to Yori's midsection, connecting, before locking his hands around Yori's throat, nailing the chokeslam backbreaker!!!

AR: GraveDigger!!!!

SC: He's got the pin!!

OOOOOONNNNNNNNNNEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!















TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!














THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

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SC: No way...

Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, your winner - and NEW NOVA TRANS-ATLANTIC CHAMPION ----

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Brandi grabs the belt and hands it to her man, who is a battered and bloody mess on the ring mat. Rose slides in and hands J a beer, which he proceeds to crack open and pour over his face like fresh water. Yori is begining to awaken, he rolls out of the ring, holding his head. It was a warzone tonight.

AR: Well... Triple J picks up the win and the NOVA Trans-Atlantic title, but not with out controversy.

SC: Wha are you talking about? Both Yori and J gave it their all, it was an amazing display of eachman's abilities.

AR: None the less, I'm sure a lot will be said by both men come Fusion next week.

SC: Next week-smext week. Tonights all that matters. Triple J walks out clutching the NOVA T&A Title, end of.

AR: Well fans, thanks for tuning in, its been a great night, for Saul Cards, I'm Ace Ryder, and we'll see you next week!

We fade out on Triple J covered in a mixture of his own blood and cold beer, holding the T&A title in one hand and Brandi on his shoulder.