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Tonight’s Broadcast of LPW Insanity is dedicated to the memory of Patrick Halloran of Ceann
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Rest in Peace our brother and thank you for sharing your gifts of music and humor with us. We Miss you.
So without further delay enjoy LPW Insanity LIVE From The Fed Ex Forum in Memphis, Tennessee
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"Death Vally Superstars" by the Murderdolls (http://"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSENb9DjTOw") blast plays throughout the arena as pyro lights up the stage to the screams of the fans in the fedex forum in Nashville Tennessee . The camera pans over the crowd several times before focusing in on Phoenix and SoL.
Phoenix: Good evening ladies and gentlemen! I am Blazing phoenix and this is my college, the New Breed SoL and welcome to another exciting LPW Insanity!
SoL: Right you are BP. We have an action packed night ahead of as AntiVenom has taken over the show for the night.
Phoenix: Your right and remember not only did acting general Manager Phantom Lord ban Ash Strife from the arena tonight but had him leave the Canadian heavyweight title behind and announced the title will be known as the United States championship from now on.
SoL: Don’t forget that AntiVenom claims they will recruit Nigel Vanderbilt and Phantom will be the referee tonight when Monroe cashes in his guaranteed title shot against World Heavyweight Champion Sheepster!
Phoenix: Your right but we also have Justus taking on X, the anarchists attempt to take on the number one and number two Insanity draft picks and the return of the hardcore veteran Trey Spruance.
SoL: What a night indeed
“Bullet with Butterfly Wings” plays over the arena to a girade of cheers as Savana and Whore make their way down to Savana’s personalized talk show, Savana’s House of Pain. In the ring is two chairs in the middle with mirrors behind them in the corners. Savana and Whore slide into the ring and wait for the music to go off.
SoL: You’ve got to wonder what those mirrors are doing in the ring and what factor they will play when Savana brings out his guest.
Phoenix: No word yet on who the guest is but Savana has commented on the fact that he has to address his newfound popularity with the fans. Especially after a year of doing all he can to make life horrible for some of the fans favorite wrestlers.
Savana: Welcome, to SAVANA’S HOUSE OF PAIN!
The crowd cheers as Whore looks around with somewhat of a sneer.
Savana: I thought about calling it Savana’s Chamber of Pain but Strife told me that’d be cheesy. CAK disagreed however.
The crowd laughs just a bit.
Savana: I got my own talk show to come out and show who I really am to the lot of you. Over the past year you’ve all seen me do some pretty bad things. To Hatchet, Jaro, Sheepster and everyone else I deemed it necessary.
The crowd gets silent.
Savana: But the key word right there is necessary. I needed to do those things for various reasons so I did them. It was only coincidence that you all didn’t appreciate them and I wasn’t one to stop doing them because someone else didn’t approve.
Phoenix: Savana seems to be making it apparent that he still doesn’t care what the fans think.
Savana: A couple of shows ago I was on the Money Shot and things got out of hand and I whooped Nigel’s scrawny ass.
A cheer again.
Savana: I did it because I NEEDED to do it. Not because you wanted me to do it. I interfered in his match because I NEEDED to do it, and once again, not because you wanted me to do it. So when I go out there tonight and face him in the tag match and whoop his ass again please don’t get it in your head that I did it for you. Don’t feel like you’re all in the ring with me when I hit him with my Knee Trembler.
Whore: Baby, baby be nice to these nice young people. Don’t be so mean to these people because they can’t take the initiative with their lives and take care of their problems the way you do. It isn’t their fault you don’t have someone like me to help.
The boos are barely starting to pick up. Many are still silent.
Savana: I do apologize to you all for your unfortunate lack of blessings. I really do but let me offer this one shining light to you all. I may not be whooping Nigels ass for any of you in those seats but I will be whooping his ass still. It will-
Just then Nigel’s music plays and he makes his way out to the ring with a suited man following close behind him. They slide into the ring as Savana just stares on.
Nigel: Look what we’ve got here! We’ve got the literally inconsistent Savana once again trying to remain relevant in the fans eyes again by telling them he doesn’t care about them! If I had problems getting over I’d-well I wouldn’t sink that low but still. I pity you.
Whore: You’d better get your ass out of this ring before-
Nigel: Oh I don’t think Savana would want to ruin his elaborate set up. With the whole two chairs and mirrors deal. I didn’t come out to attack Savana’s tacky taste but to introduce him to a colleague of mine, Dr. Mike Nimitz.
Whore: You brought your shrink here?
Dr. Mike: Oh I’m not a therapist but a certified sports league doctor. I’m the guy who says who can and cannot compete. To cut to the chase a bit I’d like to say that it is no secret that Savana is dying.
SoL: What?!
Phoenix: From the silence of the crowd I’d SAY IT WAS A BIG SECRET!
Dr. Mike: As such I’d say it is no mystery what I am about to say next. Savana, you won’t be whooping anybodies ‘ass’ tonight or any other night. I am officially going to sign the paper to ban you from competing until this sickness is cured.
Nigel: That is assuming you ever find the money for the treatment.
Dr. Mike: So consider this your unofficial prognosis, Savana. You will die and you will not compete anytime between now and then.
Heavy boos are pouring in.
Savana: I’m going to whoop Nigel’s ass tonight whether it’s now or later, Doc cock.
Dr. Mike: You didn’t seem to be listening to me. There is nothing you can do about it. You are banned. I bet you wish you were a lot nicer to the fans just a minute ago because their desire to get a dying mans autograph might be what extends your life the smallest measurement of time. As for the slut of yours.
Dr. Mike goes to get in her face.
Dr. Mike: Might I suggest some test backstage to make sure you’re chemically allowed to be back-
Phoenix: Whore has slapped the hell out of the doctor!
Savana charges the doctor and clotheslines him down. Nigel goes for a clothesline but Savana ducks. He goes to attack Nigel but the mirrors give him away and Nigel slides under the ropes and onto the ramp.
Savana: You think this doctor has any say in what’s going down tonight? You think so? Let me show you what I think of Doctor’s opinions.
Savana lifts up the doctor and grabs under his arm pits to throw him into one of the corners with a mirror. Glass is thrown everywhere as the doctor rolls around on the ground in pain. Blood is starting to spot the mat.
Savana: You think me dying is going to stop me from anything. Or keep me from anyone! You think that!
The doctor is kneeling in the middle of the ring and his hands are twisted behind his back trying to touch the wounds of the glass. Savana motions for Whore to get the other mirror. She does and puts the mirror right next to the Doctor’s head.
SoL: My prognosis is that this will not end well for the doctor.
Savana charges and hits a Knee Trembler through the mirror and onto the doctors head. The doctor is bloodied and sprawled out in the ring. Giant amounts of cheers erupt from the crowd now; Savana and Whore cannot resist smirking.
Nigel: You think you’re clever Savana! You really do! Well guess what it doesn’t take a doctor to know you’re dead.
Nigel storms backstage in a fit as Savana and Whore celebrate in the ring. The two of them exit the ring and make their way backstage as stage hands begin clearing the ring for the opening contest.
Phoenix: Welcome again, ladies and gentlemen, to LPW Insanity. We are going to start things off with a hardcore style match featuring a potential rising superstar and a return for an old friend.
SoL: Old friend? No one but the Misfits liked that fool. And I believe it was only because Drew needed to show that he was a charitable bible man.
Phoenix: That was very uncalled for SoL; But as SoL has subtly stated, Trey Spruance is making his return in his type of match, a Hardcore match! But he has a big task ahead of him with the 6'10, 305 lbs mystery man known as Azreal.
SoL: He is still young and only has three matches under his belt, yet he is showing a vicious streak that the New Breed appreciates. Though Trey is a druggie screw up, he is a tough vet that can bring the fight to anyone. This will be a good test for the young Azreal.
“Hunt You Down” by Saliva blares on the PA. The lights go out and a blood-red strobe light starts to flash and Azreal explodes onto the stage. Running to the top of the ramp, Azreal falls to his knees. The music reaches it to a certain point and the big man stands and walks down the ramp. As he hands his coat to the ref, “Live for This” by Hatebreed blares on the PA as Trey comes to a big ovation. “The Dude” walks down the ramp, dragging a trash can with a number of weapons. He leaves it outside and slides into the ring.
Mike Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is a Hardcore match and scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, making his return to LPW. From Eureka, California. Weighing in at 210 lbs. “The Dude” TREY SPRUUUUUUUUUUUUUURANCE!!! And his opponent, from Parts Unknown. Weighing in at 305 lbs. He is the “The Unholy Hero” AZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZREAL!
Phoenix: The bell rings as Azreal walks slowly toward Trey. Collar and Elbow tie up attempt. And Trey dodges under. Azreal turns around and gets a big fist from Trey. Azreal holds his jaw, looking unfazed over the shot.
SoL: Trey better not try and slug with this guy. He is ten inches taller and 100 lbs bigger. Trey needs to stick and move and use weapons.
Phoenix: Azreal tries to come after Trey again. And Trey ducks under and nails Azreal with a number of jabs to Azreal. He goes for a big haymaker. And Azreal grabs his arm and toss Trey across the ring with a big throw. Trey gets up holding his back.
SoL: That is some impressive strength from Azreal. I think he just shook the sober into Trey.
Phoenix: Trey gets up, but Azreal is already on him with a number of rights to Trey. He throws him into the corner. A hard knife edge chop by Azreal on Trey. That echo was heard all around the arena.
SoL: That sounded like a gun shot.
Phoenix: Azreal with another hard knife edge chop. Trey drops down to the floor, seated in the corner.
Azreal takes his boot and starts to scrap his boots on the face of Trey a number of times. Azreal then runs toward the opposite rope and hits a running boot to the face of Trey, completing the face wash.
Phoenix: Boot scrapes and face wash by Azreal. Trey is showing some ring rust, but Azreal is a man on a mission.
SoL: Total domination so far, Phoenix. But to be fair to Trey, Azreal is built like a tank.
Phoenix: Azreal is picking up the lifeless body of Trey...Low blow by Trey. He still has plenty in him.
SoL: Hardcore rules means everything is legal. And Trey showed his veteran presence by using the rules to his advantage against the young rookie.
Phoenix: Azreal is hunched over, holding his crotch from the low blow. Trey shakes the cobwebs out of his head. Trey runs toward Azreal and nails him with a running knee to the temple. Azreal is down on a knee from the impact. Trey takes this time to go outside and get that trash can full of weapons.
SoL: Trey is entering his element now, interjecting weapons into this match. Can Azreal adapt to this? I know he trained for it, but no amount of training can prepare you for a veteran stoner who can imagine interesting ways to bring the pain.
Phoenix: Trey has dumped the contents of the garbage can into the ring. He has a Singapore cane in his hand and knocks it right across the back of Azreal. Azreal gets up, feeling the pain.
Trey nails Azreal with multiple shots, hitting him in the knees and the chest, than right between the eyes, sending him down. Trey holds the cane up, to the positive reaction of the crowd. Trey picks up Azreal and hits him with the cane in the knee and between the eyes again. He backs off and holds the cane up again. He rushes toward Azreal with a cane shot, but Azreal dodges the blow. Trey turns around and Azreal hits him with a big one armed spinebuster into the trash can. Trey wriggles in pain on the trash can as Azreal regains his focus.
Phoenix: That trash can never stood a chance! Azreal threw Trey with one arm into that trash can.
SoL: Azreal withstood a Singapore cane barrage from Trey and had the awareness to dump Trey on that downed trash can.
Phoenix: Azreal now picks up Trey and takes him to the corner. He lands a number of hard right hands to Trey.
SoL: If his fists are as strong as his chops, Trey is going to have a short night.
Phoenix: Azreal with a few more punches to Trey. Azreal backs off a few steps. Big Stinger Splash by Azreal, sending Trey sprawling to the floor. Azreal goes to the outside and throws in a chair. He dodges under the ring and drags out a table, sliding it into the ring. He gets back in. Trey is slowly up. Azreal goes for a big boot...Trey dodges it! He grabs the chair. Big chair shot to the head of Azreal, who is stunned and down on one knee.
SoL: What does it take to knock this guy down?
Phoenix: Trey still has the chair. He hits Azreal with a running dropkick with the chair, and Azreal is down.
SoL: Well, that did it.
Phoenix: Trey grabs a stop sign and places it on the chest of Azreal. He goes to the second turnbuckle. Double stomp on to Azreal, the stop sign smashing into his exposed chest. Trey looks to be fired up.
Trey grabs the table and starts to set it up in the corner of the ring slowly, still feeling the pounding he took earlier. Azreal starts to get up, but Trey makes him stay down with a chair shot to the back. Trey sets up the table and starts to pick Azreal up. He hits him with a number of right hands and backs off. Trey attempts to spear Azreal into the table. Azreal attempts to counter with a big boot, but Trey ducks out of the way. Trey attempts a clothesline, but Azreal ducks and hits him with a big German suplex through the table.
Phoenix: Big German Suplex through that table in the corner by Azreal. What a counter! Trey looks like he is in a world of hurt.
SoL: Trey took way too long and the table that was going to be his salvation became his own personal hell.
Phoenix: How poetic.
SoL: Of course. I am an actor, novelist, and all around awesome person.
Phoenix: Azreal drags Trey out of the rubble and has him in a non chalant cover. 1...2...TWO! Kick out at two. Azreal picks Trey up and puts him into a bear hug, squeezing the life out of him.
SoL: Trey is going to have to find a crafty way to get out of this. Azreal's strength and ability to take punishment will make hitting him expend more energy.
Phoenix: Azreal is continuing to squeeze the life out of Trey. Trey needs to do something!
Trey starts to rain flailing punches at Azreal, but they barely faze Azreal. Trey than grabs Azreal's eyes and gouges them. Azreal screams out from Trey's gouge and releases the hold. Trey gets up looks fired up.
Phoenix: Trey got out of the bear hug with that highly illegal eye gouge, if this was a normal match.
SoL: Trey using the Hardcore rules to gain the advantage. Time for him to try and do some damage.
Phoenix: Trey hits Azreal with a series of chops to the chest. Azreal is still blinded, but is feeling little effect. Azreal blindly tries to punch Trey. Trey dodges. Manhattan Drop by Trey to Azreal, who hunches over again from being nailed in the lower extremities. Super kick by Trey. Azreal is down. Trey is going to the top!
SoL: He would be better served to beat him with a chair instead of going up top. This could back fire.
As Trey goes up top, Azreal starts to get up. Trey sees that Azreal is standing and attempts a double ax handle, but Azreal catches him and tosses him with a belly to belly suplex. Trey gets up staggered and attempts to super kick Azreal again. Azreal catches his foot and tries to turn it into an ankle lock.
Phoenix: Trey is in trouble here! It looked like he had Azreal, but Azreal countered Trey and is trying to lock in the ankle lock.
SoL: This big man is showing he is more than just the stereotypical powerhouse with that well scouted counter. He just has to get Trey still.
Phoenix: Trey spins out of the move. Azreal comes forward to regain momentum. Trey with an enziguri to the back of Azreal's head. He grabs a chair and bashes Azreal in the back with it.
SoL: And Trey is going to the outside instead of keeping the pain coming with that chair. Dumb move.
Trey brings another table into the ring. He sets it up in the middle of the ring, motioning to the crowd that he is going to fly. Trey picks up Azreal, signaling for the Double Arm DDT to soften up Azreal. Azreal breaks out of it. He jerks Trey forward and nails him with a spinning sidewalks slam onto the street sign. Azreal grabs the table and sets it up in the corner of the ring instead. Azreal picks up Trey and nails him with a running Vigilante Slam into the table.
Phoenix: Vigilante Slam by Azreal! He nailed him with that Crucifix bomb right into that table into the corner. He slowly drags the lifeless body of Trey to the middle and goes for the cover. 1...2...3!
Mike Announcer: The winner of the match, AZREAL!
Azreal 3.73 APS + 2.30 AVS= 6.03
Trey Spruance 2.66 APS +0.10 AVS= 2.76
Phoenix: Trey put up a valiant effort, but this mysterious Azreal is continuing to impress.
SoL: He ain't all that yet. For the most part, though, he controlled Trey in his environment and showed his different array of skills. Too early to pimp him yet, Phoenix, but he's pretty good.
Azreal is seen walking backstage as Steve Storme is leaning by the wall.
Storme: Impressive Rookie… Not bad for a NOOB.
Azreal: hey you’re just as much of a NOOB here as I am… but then again I am undefeated
Storme: I am undefeated too.
Azreal: if I recall correctly you have a loss next to your name against our Hardcore Champion and Wicked.
Storme: Don’t get me wrong, while Seth is my boy he was the one that was pinned so technically I am undefeated. I have yet to be pinned or submit to a match here in LPW.
Azreal: Well that can change later here tonight as you are facing cYnical and Jude Maxwell…
Storme and Azreal get right into each other’s face and both men grin.
Storme: Watch just that match closely and I will show you just how good I am.
Storme turns down the hallway leaving Azreal by himself. Azreal just cracks his knuckles and lets out a laugh as he turns the other way.
THE FOLLOWING ANNOUNCEMENT HAS BEEN PAID FOR BY THE WATCHMEN
Our scene opens with Justus standing in front of a banner bearing the Insanity logo. He is smirking as he looks directly at the camera.
Justus: Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Tonight I would like to talk to you about something very important to me. You see not very long ago myself and Black Reaper were drafted to Pyromania.
He holds his hands out in front of him.
Justus: Don’t worry. I’m not like most of the Pyromania stars that come to Insanity, trying to convince you that one show is superior to the other. No, I see things quite differently. I believe that Insanity is every bit the battleground that Pyromania is. That leads me to what I want to talk about tonight.
He cups his hands together and smiles.
Justus: You see ever since the Watchmen were drafted to Pyromania Insanity has been without defenders. Since we went to Pyromania evil has run rampant on Insanity, evil like the Wisemen. This is unacceptable.
His smile fades and his expression goes stone cold serious.
Justus: But all of that ends tonight. You see the Watchmen will no longer allow Insanity to undefended while Pyromania is watched over. Tonight a new Watchman will take his place on Insanity to ensure that evil will not go unchallenged.
Justus’s smile returns as he cups his hands together again.
Justus: That’s right ladies and gentlemen tonight a new Watchman rises up. Tonight evil will have someone to fear once more. This man has already proven his worth in the arena but now he proves his worth as a soldier of the light. That man is none other than…
As Justus continues we see the man he is talking about step into frame.
Justus: Azreal!
Azreal looks at the camera. His expression is one of joy mixed with determination. He looks toward Justus and extends his hand. Justus takes it to and the two shake hands.
Justus: From this moment forward Azreal is a Watchman. As of now all evil who tries to stand will have to face him. Let them know what they have in store for them Azreal.
Justus smiles and takes a step back letting Azreal be the focus of the audience.
Azreal: I have been battling against the darkness for as long as I can remember. I have seen my friends, my brothers and sisters fall, sacrificing themselves in order to stem the tide. Life and death, good and evil, light and darkness, these are just words, but they stand for something far greater. While you slept in the safety of your homes, I waged an ancient and silent war in the shadows, and I was alone. Humanity simply could not grasp what lurks out there in the darkness, and so they ignored it. I feared that there was no one else, no one who grasped the reality of the world. I was wrong. The Watchmen have been waging the same war, and have been doing so for longer than I. When they offered me a chance to fight alongside them, I accepted. I will fight by their side until Death or hellfire claims me.
As soon as Azreal is done speaking Justus steps forward so he is standing beside him.
Justus: Evil beware.
Justus begins to laugh as Azreal stands there looking intimidating as we fade to black.
Phoenix: What a wild and crazy night this has been. AntiVenom had the power and here it looks like they are trying to make the most of it as AntiVenom’s Monroe takes on the World Champion, Sheepster.
SoL: Don’t forget that Phantom Lord is the special guest referee here.
Phoenix:Or the fact that next week who ever walks out here as World Champion will be facing the Master of the Dream Realm himself.
SoL: No lie but that is a scary thought. Morpheus is a beast!
Phoenix: You afraid of Morpheus?
SoL: No the New Breed is fearless!
Black Water" by Symphorce blasts over the PA as an explosion takes the stage.
Phoenix: And here comes Insanity’s newest sign up. Repo even with the Flu was able to convince Morph to sign with Insanity by promising him a World Title match next week.
Morpheus walks around the ring and takes a seat at the table. He shakes hands with SoL and Phoenix before putting a headset on.
SoL: What’s good Morph?
Morpheus: SoL. Phoenix. It's a pleasure to be here with you two gentlemen tonight.
Phoenix: It's great to have you here with us as well, Morpheus.
SoL: Enough of the mutual admiration. I'm going to straight up ask the question that everyone wants to know the answer to: Who are you picking to win this match? Monroe or Sheepster?
Morpheus: Always to the point, SoL. Some things never change, eh?
SoL: If it ain't broke, why fix it?
Morpheus: Fair enough. Truth be told, there are too many extenuating circumstances involved to make this a simple black or white, win or lose scenario. There is no doubt that both men are formidable opponents. The experience edge has to go to Sheepster, along with the big-match mentality. This man is World Heavyweight Champion, and despite what some naysayers may have you believe, that's not just a fluke.
SoL: Come on, Morph. We know you two have history. Tell us how you really feel.
Morpheus: I have no reason to lie here, SoL. I respect Sheepster for the competitor that he is and everything he has accomplished in his long and storied career.
SoL: If you say so, man. I ain't buying it.
Phoenix: Looks like Mike Announcer is ready to call this match.
Mike Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman, the following match is for one fall and is for the LPW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing the challenger…
"This Devil's Workday" by Modest Mouse blast as Monroe steps through the curtains with Phantom Lord directly behind him wearing the striped shirt.
Mike Announcer: being accompanied to the ring acting General Manager and special guest referee, Phantom Lord. he weighs in at 405 lbs, representing AntiVenom… THIS… IS… MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONROE!!!
The crowd breaks out in a huge chorus of Boos for the leader of AntiVenom
SoL: Well the fans showing what they think of the challenger.
Phoenix: Remember this Main event was originally going to be cYnical vs. Sheepster vs. Seth Omega in a steel cage until Monroe decided he wanted to cash in against Sheepster.
Morpheus: No use in crying over what might have been. The here and now is all that matters anymore, and the fact is, whether you like it or not, Monroe has his opportunity to become the World Heavyweight Champion right here tonight.
Phoenix: You gave us your thoughts on Sheepster before, Morpheus. Tell us what you think of Monroe.
Morpheus: He's a talented athlete that is a threat to any opponent on any given night. There is no denying that he is skilled. Is he is skilled as he seems to think he is? Honestly, with the amount of trash this man likes to talk, I don't think anybody could possibly be that skilled. I think it's a mistake to overlook him, though.
SoL: As strong and talented as Monroe is, I have a hard time seeing him win this match. He is still too green but every dog has his day I guess.
Phoenix: You never know he may just surprise us.
Morpheus: Let's not forget who the referee is on this night, either, boys.
Mike Announcer: and his opponent…
"New Born" by Muse blast as Sheepster runs out to center stage to a huge ovation. World Championship around his waist and most popular award in his hands. Sheepster smiles as he sprints down to the ring but instead of sliding under the bottom rope he dashes to ring side to a little boy. He takes the BMJ t-Shirt off of his back and signs it really quick before handing it to the bald child.
Phoenix: Is that Little Nathan that Sheepster says he has been writing?
SoL: It must be and looks like repo made a miracle happen by still getting him a front row seat. Kinda feel bad for the kid now.
Phoenix: Why is that?
SoL: Well the kid has Cancer which sucks but he claims Sheepster is his favorite wrestler. If Sheep loses here it will just crush the little guy… That is why everyone’s favorite wrestler should be the New Breed.
Morpheus: Owned.
Phoenix: You're disgusting.
Morpheus: I hope you were referring to SoL…
Phoenix: Clearly.
Mike Announcer: the champion is standing in the ring, he weighs in at 215 lbs and is the current reigning WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… Please welcome SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPSTER!!!
Sheepster sets his award on the ground and takes off the World Heavyweight Title from around his waist. Phantom Lord approaches him with a sick smile and takes the belt from him. He holds it into the air and hands it to Mike Announcer on the outside. He proceeds to pat down the World Champion before calling for the bell.
Phoenix: Wait did you see that? Phantom never patted down Monroe!
SoL: Too late now!
Morpheus: And this is the man who called me out for saying he wouldn't be an impartial referee. I think it's fair to say my fears have been validated here tonight, and the match has barely started!
Phoenix: Monroe slowly walks towards Sheepster. He swings, Sheepster ducks under and begins to unload blow after blow onto Monroe. Monroe swings again and Sheep ducks the fist but didn’t see that knee coming…
SoL: owe... that one made the New Breed stomach hurt.
Phoenix: Sheep went a little airborne with that one but one has to realize Monroe has roughly 200 lbs on Sheep, while Sheep has the agility and speed over Monroe.
Morpheus: All the agility and speed in the world isn't going to save Sheepster though if he can't avoid some of those massive blows from the big man.
SoL: Like that one.
Monroe grabs Sheep while in mid air and hooks the head and legs to flip him around into a modified pump handle slam.
Phoenix: Monroe goes for the quick cover. 1.2.kick out by Sheepster! Whoa that was a fast count if I ever saw one.
SoL: While the New Breed is contractually obligated to side with the heels, as part of Color Commentary 101 BP, even a legend like myself admits that is wrong.
Morpheus: Phantom needs to be a man and stand by his word to call this one down the middle. What good would it be for Monroe to win the title in such a tainted fashion? How can he honestly be proud of such a victory?
SoL: Champion is champion, Morph, no matter the means.
Phoenix: So you've proven again and again, SoL. Monroe picks up Sheepster and whips him into the ropes. Sheepster ducks under that massive forearm and bounces off the ropes again he leaps into the air and plants Monroe with a modified bulldog using that extra momentum. He cover. 1……………kick out by Monroe! What the?!? Sheep gets off of Monroe and he starts arguing over the consistency of the count Phantom is doing. I frankly don’t blame him at all.
SoL: But the champ is making the rookie mistake of taking his eyes off of his competitor.
Morpheus: Now's not the time for futile arguments, Sheep!
Phoenix: You're right, Morpheus, as Monroe grabs Sheepster in a full nelson.
Morpheus: Son of a…
Phoenix: Monroe lifts and bounces the back of Sheepster’s head off of the top turnbuckle. Sheepster collapses in to the corner and Monroe takes a few steps back before charging and smashing that massive-
SoL: -and hairy-
Phoenix: Knee into the face of Sheepster! That had to hurt as Monroe backs up again for a second massive squish. Sheepster drops to the mat. Monroe climbs up the second turnbuckle and drives his knees into the chest of Sheepster. Monroe is telling Phantom to count. 1.2. Sheepster gets his foot on the ropes. This is the second ultra fast count by Phantom Lord. Sheepster slides out of the ring and shakes his head no.
Sheepster grabs the World title and begins to walk up the ramp.
SoL: Phantom isn’t even counting the ten count here.
All of a sudden LPW CEO Damion Kross steps through the curtain with a disappointed look on his face. He lifts his mic.
Kross: Sheep, you can stop right there. I assure you that this match will continue without anymore complications. So, Phantom Lord, you will call this match right down the center or you are Fired! I will not have the premier world title of MY company be handled in such a poor manner.
With That Sheepster nods his head and sprints down to the ring before dropping the belt on the mat. He crashes into Monroe with a flying forearm knocking the larger challenger back.
Phoenix: Looks like we are about to have a real world title match now!
Morpheus: It's about time!
Phoenix: Sheepster is unloading with those vicious blows but Monroe shoves off the smaller wrestler with ease, but Sheepster does not stay down! Sheepster leaps at Monroe again but Monroe catching him… fall away slam by the challenger. Monroe goes to pick up Sheep, but the champ catches him with an inside cradle. Phantom is down for the count. 1…2 kick out by Monroe, well at least Phantom is now not playing favorites.
SoL: Looks like the new Breed doesn’t have to go regulate in this match after all.
Phoenix: You weren’t going to do anything about it.
SoL: Sure I was, Morpheus was just holding me back.
Morpheus: Whatever you say, there, Warren G.
Phoenix: Sheep and Monroe are up and Monroe kicks out… Sheep grabs his leg! Sheep sweeps Monroe’s leg out from underneath him and he slaps in a leg lock submission.
SoL: Perfect placement as Monroe is directly in the center of the ring.
Phoenix: Monroe is clawing for the ropes but Sheep keeps the pressure on him. Sheep breaks the hold to drive his own knee into Monroe’s leg and takes a page out of the nature boy’s book by putting Monroe into a figure 4 leg lock! Monroe is really screaming in pain but he is refusing to tap here.
Morpheus: Now this is where the match starts to swing in Sheepster's favor. He may be giving up a significant size and strength advantage to Monroe, but he's neutralized that advantage by keeping the big man grounded. When they're down on the mat, both men are the same height.
SoL: Actually, Morph, I'm pretty sure Monroe is still taller.
Phoenix: Monroe’s shoulders go flat and Phantom goes for the count. 1…2…Monroe gets his shoulder up but this is not getting any easier for him as he drops again. 1…2… Monroe again getting his shoulder up to save the match. Ok Monroe is using his size to his advantage here as he begins to roll right over. Those 200 pounds he has on Sheep must really be coming in handy here as Monroe successfully rolled over… Sheepster is in a world of pain now but Sheepster is able to unlock the hold. Impressive move by the challenger.
SoL: How was that impressive? He has 200 POUNDS on him BP.
Morpheus: I'd hate to admit it, but the Blaxican has a point.
Phoenix: SoL, you used to wrestle. Have you been in a figure 4?
SoL: Ya.
Phoenix: Did it hurt?
SoL: (whispers) ya.
Morpheus: Owned.
Phoenix: The point I am getting at is, when in pain it is easy to forget about things like that if submission isn’t your style of preference.
SoL: Still doesn't change the fact that Monroe is damn near two of Sheepster.
Phoenix: That may be true, but Sheep is up and hits a shining wizard on Monroe as he sits up. Sheep leaps for the rope and spring board moonsault. Cover. 1…2… Kick out by Monroe. Sheepster is already looking to end this match as he calls for the spare ribs... Monroe gets up and Sheepster charges. But Monroe able to side step and launches Sheepster shoulder first into the turn post with authority!
SoL: That hurt.
Phoenix: And now the challenger might have an injury to focus in on. This can only play right into Monroe's hands at this stage. Morpheus you didn't want to speculate on who would win this match, but since you are slated to challenge the winner at the next Insanity, I'd like to know which man you would rather face for that belt?
Morpheus: Well, the fact of the matter is that Sheep and I were robbed of our chance at an epic encounter thanks to the actions of Anti-Venom. It's no secret that the wooly one and I have a long history, and we were looking forward to facing off one more time. On the same side of the coin, I don't think anyone every really wants to step into the ring with a man that possesses the sheer size and power of Monroe. So in that sense, I would say Sheepster.
SoL: I knew you were playing favorites.
Morpheus: Seeing as how I wasn't finished talking, I'd like to kindly invite you to shut your mouth, SoL.
SoL: Fair enough.
Morpheus: Now, on the other side of the coin, Monroe is new to this type of environment, where the stakes are this high. However, so am I. This will be my first time challenging for a World Title. In that sense, Monroe and I are on the same level, while Sheepster has the experience advantage. I think because of that, Monroe might be the more beatable champion.
SoL: So you want to face Monroe then?
Morpheus: I didn't say that either. The simple truth is this: I want to face the World Heavyweight Champion. I want to face the man who earned the right to wear that belt. I want the best man to win here tonight, and then I want them to bring their best to me, because I guarantee you that come next Insanity, I will damn sure be bringing my best to them. Bank on it.
Phoenix: Sounds good to me, Morph. Oh! Monroe is continuing to punish that injured shoulder. He scoops up Sheepster and nails a powerful shoulder breaker followed by a leg drop on that shoulder. 400 pounds I repeat that is 400 pounds being dropped on that injured shoulder. Monroe covers. 1…2…kick out Sheepster. The champ is still in this match but he looks hurt. Monroe scoops up Sheepster and turns him inside out with a short arm clothesline! Monroe drags Sheepster to the corner and slides out of the ring. Monroe grabs both of Sheeps arms and he yanks him right into the turn post! Come on Phantom do something!
Monroe repeats the maneuver one more time before Phantom gives the order to stop. Morpheus jumps up from his seat at the announce table and starts yelling at Phantom Lord.
Morpheus: This is getting ridiculous. You can't expect me to just sit here and watch you throw this match to your boy!
Phantom looks over at Morpheus and smiles at him. He laughs, taunting the Dream Master as Monroe continues his assault on Sheepster. Morpheus slowly sits back down, continuing to talk to Phantom.
Morpheus: I promise you, Phantom, if you throw this match, your job isn't going to be the only thing you'll have to worry about.
Phoenix: Monroe pulls Sheepster out of the ring and power whips Sheepster into the barricade. A charging Knee causes the champ to collapse and Monroe slides Sheepster under the bottom rope. He follows and looks to be calling for the ultimate destruction as he sets up a weakened Sheep onto the top rope. Monroe starts to climb the ropes and Sheepster’s arm seems to have come alive. He swings with wildly with both arms and catches Monroe off guard! Monroe falls off but he catches his footing. Sheepster takes the chance and hits a missile drop kick to the leg of Monroe dropping the big man instantly!
SoL: Now it looks like an even playing field as Monroe looks to be having trouble getting up.
Phoenix: Those leg submissions doing their job as Sheepster is up and he is screaming for Monroe to get to his feet… LAMB CHOPS! That super kick connects and Sheepster hooks the legs. 1…2…3! Sheepster retains!
Sheepster 4.09 APS + 1.30 AVS= 5.39
Monroe 3.89 APS + 1.10 AVS= 4.99
Mike Announcer: Here is your winner and Still WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPSTER!!!
"New Born" by Muse blast as Sheepster leaps to his feet. He holds up his arms in victory and begins to search for his world title. He turns again too soon and Phantom Lord is holding the World Heavyweight title and smashes it into Sheepster’s face. Phantom Starts to stomp into Sheep as Monroe gets up and he pulls Sheepster up. Monroe whips Sheep into the ropes and AntiVenom drops the champ with a double clothesline.
Phoenix: Well Sheepster is still the champion but AntiVenom is taking the time to do a job on the champion.
SoL: Whoa Morpheus is up from the table and he is in the ring.
Phoenix: Morpheus begins to blast into Monroe! The Master of the Dream Realm and the Leader of AntiVenom are going at it like two vicious Mastodons. Wait Jason Gravis is in the ring! He is right behind Morpheus with a stopper stick and the hardcore veteran goes down. It is three on two here and AntiVenom is over powering Sheepster and Morpheus here-
The Stage erupts in purple flames as cYnical sprints down the ring. The G()d of LPW climbs up to the top rope and drop kicks Gravis causing the stopper stick to go flying.
Phoenix: well at least it is three on three now as Morpheus gets to his feet. Morpheus and cYnical are fighting almost back to back here as they clear Anti-Venom from the ring. They bump into each other and spin around. Morpheus winds back and pauses.
Morpheus nodes his head out of respect and drops his fist. As he bends down to check on Sheepster, cYnical dives onto Morpheus and starting bringing those fast fist.
SoL: Hey BP, Morph is not fighting back.
Phoenix: it is true, he is only covering up. Sheepster is up and he pulls cYnical off of Morpheus. Morpheus is getting to his feet and look cYn busted him open. The Master of the Dream Realm and the G()d of LPW are having a stare down as the World Champion is holding back cYn; I cannot hear what Sheep is saying but Morpheus nodes his head and steps out of the ring. cYn bends down and picks up the World title and hands it to Sheep but Sheep isn’t in the ring anymore…
SoL: Look, Sheep is at ring side and pulled Little Nathan over the barricade and has him in the ring.
cYn and Sheep raise Nathan onto their shoulders and hand Nathan the World Title. The little boy is ecstatic holding the LPW World Title as the show goes to closing.
Phoenix: On behalf of LPW, I’m Phoenix, This is SoL and we will see you next week
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