Delerium (February 7th, 2006)

[Vertigo]

February 7th, 2006

This week's show comes to you LIVE from the Dunkin' Donuts Center in Providence, Rhode Island.

Matches This Week[/size][/b]

• MWA United States Championship: Johnny Knockout (c) vs "Dastardly" Damien Demento
  
• Vertigo vs Andrew Moore
  
• "Beautiful" Brooke Sage vs Chris Jericho
  
• Raven's Rules: Raven vs "Ganja Man" Matt Pierce
  
• Chris Revolution vs Ted Tsavales
  

[Andrew Moore]

The Highlight Reel

J:"Today my guest on the reel is "The Real Champ" ANDREW MOORE!!!!"

*the crowd remains silent as andrew makes his way to the ring*

"Now andrew, this week, liken the last few you have no match, why do you think this is?"

*andrew grabs the mic*

"I know what it is, I'll tell you..... Racisim! yes thats what it is!"

*the crowd gasps*

"You see the way I see Its always the guy from another country that get stuffed around, so belive it or not this is my open challenge, I want the top guy, yes thats right, Vertigo!

*the crowd explodes with exitement*

"I know i would be at a shocking disadvantage in this matchup but I just want to show the world that I can, I can....... I CAN WIN!

-commercial-

[Vertigo]

The lights go out on the arena and a huge blast of green flames shoot out of the stage. the arena is bathed in green light as "last" by nine inch nails tears it's way through the speakers. Vertigo walks out with the NMHC Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder. Brooke is following close behind.

He makes his way into the ring and grabs the mic from Andrew backing him up a few steps.

"You listen to me you little bastard. You are not being discriminated against because you are from another country. If you are being discriminated against it's because YOU SUCK!"

Andrew looks miffed but won't say anything as his challenge hasn't been addressed yet.

"And let us not forget that you've been attacking juniorweights backstage. It would be a pleasure to beat the piss out of you tonight."

Vertigo lowers the mic and turns back towards Brooke. Andrew takes a step forward and Vertigo fakes a punch at him stopping an inch from his face. Andrew pulls back sharply and ends up on his ass in the ring.

Vertigo walks over to Jericho.

"Tonight you face Brooke in a rematch from last week."

Both Vertigo and Brooke exit the ring and head for backstage.

[Onslaught Six]

Veritgo is walking up the ramp, when suddenly a golden pyro explosion hits from the entryway. Chris Revolution comes out, mic in hand.

He walks down towards Vertigo and gets in his face. The two stare off for a moment before Revolution brings up the mic again.

"You better hope Moore goes easy on you so that you have something left when you face me on Afterburn. I talked to Curry backstage, and next week, it's going to be me and you...Non-title. Because I don't need a shot at the belt to beat your ass. And you better actually dress that night, or else I'm going to have to tear off that pretty little t-shirt of yours."

They stare for another moment before Revolution continues.

"And there's one thing that'll happen to you on Friday, Vertigo......Cutter[/i]. BANG!"

He tosses the mic off to the side, much to the dismay of Sound Guy, and throws up the Cutter symbol, and then backflips away from Vertigo. He looks at him one last time before turning and going behind the curtain.

[Vertigo]

Backstage

Ganja Man is sitting backstage by himself while all of this is going on, oblivious to the fact that any of that was going on.

Suddenly, Raven comes in through the door.

"Matt Pierce, I'm challenging you to a match. I'm sick of getting my ass kicked and quite frankly I feel that I can beat your ass without much trouble. So what do say Matt?"

Matt is fuming at this point and stands up.

"Can you defeat fate itself Matt?"

Raven awaits Ganja Man's answer.

[Devlin]

Vertigo walks back into his office, closes the door, and rests his right arm on his left, holding his head in his hand. He tuts to himself, rubs the NMHC Heavyweight Championship resting on his shoulder absent-mindedly, and then turns to see that his door is covered in blue graffiti, resembling a dragon.

"Haha, very funny, Fromunda. Devlin ain't here tonight. Damnit, where's the janitor when you need him..." As Vertigo continues to mutter to himself, the lights flicker out. At this time, Vertigo is beginning to wonder.
"De...Devlin? Damn you Devlin, this Houdini stuff is getting old... C'MON!" Then, a loud bang tears through the office, and the room is bathed in orange light as Vertigo's desk, paperwork and all, is engulfed in flickering tongues of flame. Vertigo stumbles out of his door and watches his office slowly being devoured by the seething flames.

"Damn it..." Vertigo hisses. "DAMN YOU DEVLIN!" Vertigo stumbles backwards, about to phone to fire brigade, and his back touches a solid, metallic object. He turns to see Devlin's trademark ladder erected in front of him. Vertigo roars in anger and kicks the ladder. He then curses and limps off to attend to his smouldering office.

[Vertigo]

Up on the big screen screen Vertigo appears and announces that Johnny Knockout's opponent tonight will be "Dastardly" Damien Demento.

Backstage shortly thereafter, Johnny can be seen walking down the corridor. He is chatting with some of the riggers and ring crew guys when all of a sudden, The Blacks come out of nowhere and jump him.

Jacob and Jericho, the new NMHC Tag-Team champions are sporting their blue themed outfits and begin a vicious assault on the MWA United States Champion. Johnny responds valiantly hitting the Knockout Lariat on Jacob.

Jericho catches him from behind right after and hits the Black List Blast. Jericho rolls him on to a table in the locker room. Jericho climbs up after him and hits the Black List Blast through the table and to the concrete floor.

Afterwards the Blacks leave the room with Knockout laid out on the floor.

[Ganja Man]

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Backstage

Ganja Man is sitting backstage by himself while all of this is going on, oblivious to the fact that any of that was going on.

Suddenly, Raven comes in through the door.

"Matt Pierce, I'm challenging you to a match. I'm sick of getting my ass kicked and quite frankly I feel that I can beat your ass without much trouble. So what do say Matt?"

Matt is fuming at this point and stands up.

"Can you defeat fate itself Matt?"

Raven awaits Ganja Man's answer.

Ganja Man: "...Can I defeat fate itself? That's a bold question, but to tell you the truth, it's nothing coming from someone such as yourself. Really Raven, you have accomplished little in the MWA while I'm a multi-time Tag Team Champion, a Multi-time Juniorweight Champion, a former United States Champion... Can I defeat fate itself? If you ask me, that's a question you should be asking yourself... if it's a match you want, then it's a match you get. I'll warn you now, if you're sick and tired of getting your ass beat, be prepared for another night of embarrassment. Whether it's the Ganja-Plex or the G-Lock, my arm will be raised at the end of the "contest"..."

Matt gives Raven a cold stare before sitting back down and starting to apply his wristtape...

[Vertigo]

Vertigo is backstage in the hallway outside his office. There is smoke trailing out of the doorway but not the familiar kind that is usually trailing from the Green Team's hangout.

Vertigo sighs and looks at the camera. Possibly for the first time he has no trace of happiness on his face or in his voice when he speaks.

"Devlin, you will pay a hefty price for what you did here today. I don't care how hurt you claim to be. This Friday on Afterburn you will go 1-on-1 with "Ganja Man" Matt Pierce. That match will be a thirty minute iron man match. You brought this on yourself by lighting my office on fire.

"Chris Revolution, if we're fighting on Friday, and I'm fighting tonight, so now, you're fighting tonight. You'll take on Ted Tsavales."

Vertigo grabs his championship belt and his bag and walks off with Brooke in search of a new dressing room.

[Andrew Moore]

*andrew runs into Vertigo during his search for his new locker room*

"Ha Ha! looks whats happining now V, your show is falling apart, Revolution Calling got you running, and tonite you got me to worry about. now if you look back, I have a, well I got a S#!T record but after tonight, when I hit you with the Black Stump, and I explode out with my Blue Thunder, 1, 2, 3 and the Vertigo era takes a turn for the worst, just remember, I told you It was gonna happen, and Its gonna happen sooner rather than later"

*andrew continues walking down the hall untill he trips and falls into the boiler room*

"Ouchhhhhhhhhhhhh..........

[Devlin]

((OOC)) Found some time to squeeze in a promo. Enjoy.

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"Ganja Man" Matt Pierce walks into the bathroom. He is slowly about to undo his zip, when he sees a familiar bag lying empty on the bathroom floor- his dime bag.
"Aw naw... you did not do that..." Pierce mutters, picking up the bag and examing it. He turns it upside down and shakes it, but not a leaf falls out of the holdall. He then casts his eyes over to the toilet, where he notices there are traces of ganja leaves scattered around it.

Pierce shakes his head in disbelief, hoping that what he thinks he is about to see isn't so. He looks slowly over the rim of the toilet bowl, and his mouth gapes as he sees his sacred skunk saturated in the toilet water as they bobbed around on the surface.
"Aww... s**t..." He kneels down and looks hopelessley at his soggy stash- and then the lights go out.

All is quiet for a few seconds, as Pierce flails around in the darkness.
"Raven... damnit, you emo son of a bitch, fight me like a man!" Just as he utters this, he is answered by the sound of the toilet flushing. The lights return, and Pierce stares into the toilet bowl and wails as his ganja is guzzled down the u-bend.

Pierce, clearly angry, turns to storm out of the door, and sees the familiar blue dragon spray painted on the door.
"Devlin..." He growls. He roars and hits the door, and then rages out of the bathroom.

[Xander]

The arena turns bloody red, and Drake (without Cureman) is walking, fully robed, down the ramp. He is dragging a large bag and is followed by the men pushing some kind of tree structure, a Guillotine.

The lights goes back to a more normal, still red tough, form. Drake now opens the bag to reveal what's in it: LIFTOR! Drake places him in the Guillotine. Drake then, without warning or hesitation, pull the lever and the blade cuts the head of.
But no blood is coming. Drake takes the head and raise it above his head to show the audience, who is in shock. Drake then takes the mic, that he have been holing in his other hand, to his mouth:

"LIFTOR! I want a match against you! A steel cage match!"

The crowed i silent at first, confused. But they soon realize that that it wasn't John Curry in the Guillotine, it was just a mannequin... The crowed makes a sound of relief.

[Onslaught Six]

"ARE YOU READY?!"

LIFTOR wastes no time with a fancy entrance as he comes out to the ring, mic in hand.

"Well well well, Mr. Opener. It looks like you've got a nice little display out there. Got a...somewhat accurate mannequin of myself out there in the ring. Could be a little more blessed in the pants if you ask me, but overall, not bad."

The crowd cheers at this, but Drake doesn't get anything but more pissed.

"You come out there with your shoddy act and your piss-poor lines thinking that you're somebody. Lemme tell you somethin', son, you're nothing to me or the MWA. You're just a third...perhaps a fourth-rate card opener who doesn't deserve to be in the same 'arena' as MWA's top talent. You don't deserve to *watch* one of our friggin' matches. You're terrible, and if it were up to me, your ass would be shut out of MWA forever."

The crowd cheers again as Drake tosses the decapitated head off into the crowd in a fit of rage. Somewhere backstage, the Prop Guy weeps.

"But I'm not in charge of who's here and who's not. I can't just up and fire you whenever I damned well please--try as I might. And I've got much more important manners to deal with week to week, Drakie. I don't have time to be pissing around with jobbers in cage matches. But I know somebody who's not busy yet tonight, and feels like having a warmup."

Without Drake realizing it, the cage has been lowering for the past few moments. Finally it hits him as the cage closes him in before he even has a chance to escape.

"Drake, meet the Flame Enforcer, Ryan Kilst!!"

And at that moment, Ryan jumps from the top of the cage and dropkicks Drake in the face. The bell rings as LIFTOR walks backstage.

[Vertigo]

February 7th, 2006

"Beautiful" Brooke Sage vs Chris Jericho

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This match is a rematch from last week where Jericho pinned Brooke following a swinging hurricanrana from the top-rope.

Brooke hit a big running DDT quick but got caught off guard as Jericho reversed her into a german suplex. Brooke hit a nasty double stomp and followed with a snapmare.

Brooke then went off and debilitated Jericho's arm with a fujiwara armbar, a surfboard, and even the Sage-mission. She then hit a gross looking arm breaker.

Brooke forcer Chris into the corner and hit a series of hard knees to his skull, the last of which was aided by a spring off the bottom rope. Jericho went down and Brooke scored what is amazingly her first pinfall victory in the MWA.

Here is your winner via pinfall @ 5:51
"Beautiful" Brooke Sage !

Chris Revolution vs Ted Tsavales

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Vertigo made this match so that Revolution would have to fight tonight as well before their match on Friday.

Revolution brutalized Ted with a German Suplex and a stiff clothesline. Next he deviated from his normal gameplan and hit a big elbow drop from the top-rope. After showing off his high flying skills, he showed off his submission skills, locking Ted into an octopus hold.

Sensing the end was near already Chris tossed Ted into the ropes. As he came running back Revolution tossed him up in the air and caught him on the way down with the Revolution Cutter for the win.

Here is your winner via pinfall @ 3:26
Chris Revolution !

Raven's Rules
Raven vs "Ganja Man" Matt Pierce

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Raven wanted this match because he felt Pierce was an easy win and would help him get back on track. Matt, on the other hand was looking to build momentum heading into his match with Devlin on Friday.

Raven controlled the beginning with a snap mare, arm wrench, and even mounted Matt to scream in his face in between delivering stiff punches. He finished his initial volley of offense with a flying clothesline from the top-rope.

The Ganja Man came back with a vengeance locking in the G-Lock on Raven. After Raven did not tap out, Matt nailed him with a back drop suplex for a two-count. Continuing on, Pierce hit a springboard moonsault as Raven was charging in the take him off his feet, and then tried to finish him off with a guillotine choke.

Matt released the hold, knowing tha the had Raven right where he wanted him. Matt flexed for the crowd as Raven struggled to his feet. Following a quick irish whip, Raven found himself flying from the top-rope in the Ganja-plex.

Here is your winner via pinfall @ 6:19
"The Ganja Man" Matt Pierce !

Vertigo vs Andrew Moore

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Andrew made the challenge to Vertigo earlier in the night and Vertigo has promised to make him regret that action, as well as calling himself the real champ.

Andrew struck first with a stiff shot to the jaw. This seemed to piss off Vertigo more than anything else. He followed up with picture a picture perfect snap mare, vertical suplex, and judo throw.

Andrew leap frogged one of Vertigo's attacks but only made Vertigo go back to the judo throw again to ground Moore.

Vertigo was done playing but wanted to show-off still so he measured Andrew with a springboard dropkick, catching him right in the side of the head. The follow-up was a full-nelson slam.

Andrew regained his footing and bounced off the ropes, looking for something to build on. Vertigo caught him coming in and hoisted him up and spun him around with a "Double A" spinebuster. This was enough for Moore. Vertigo knelt down with the unconscious Moore after the match and just stared at him with a slowly dissipating look of anger on his face.

Here is your winner via pinfall @ 4:34
Vertigo !

Steel Cage Match
Drake vs "Flame Enforcer" Ryan Kilst

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Although Drake went to great lengths to try and lure John Curry into this match, Liftor threw a curveball at him in the name of Ryan Kilst. Curry basically told Drake that his career was meaningless. Drake would look to prove him wrong in the cage.

Ryan hit with damage first smashing Drake into the cage twice in a row. Drake came back with a gut-wrench suplex and a fall-out inverted DDT.

Drake continued the offensive by delivering Kilst's face into the steel and then hitting a backbreaker. While Ryan was still on the ground Drake climbe dthe side and escaped the cage.

Here is your winner @ 3:09
Drake !

MWA United States Championship
"Dastardly" Damien Demento vs Johnny Knockout

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Johnny was attacked backstage almost immediately prior to this match. He came to the ring holding the back of his neck and grimaced when he entered the ring.

Demento didn't waste any time pressing his advantage and hit a back drop supelx followed by a release tiger suplex. A quick headbutt left Johnny bleeding. Demento hoisted up Johnny and hit a variation on Jacob Black's finisher, The Blackout.

Demento stretched out his mechanical arm and grabbed Johnny by the neck. One Bloody Lightning Wolf Suplex was all it took to secure the MWA United States Championship for the Dastardly one.

Here is your winner via pinfall @ 1:30
and NEW
MWA United States Champion
"Dastardly" Damien Demento !

[MetaSylo]

- lockeroom following match

Brooke is stepping out of the shower when the scene first starts. The mandatory body shots are shown. She is saying to herself, "I am by far the most dominant female wrestler here in the MWA...teehee, even if I am the ONLY." She has the TV on in the room, and at the moment, Vertigo is beating on Moore. She thinks to herself, "Thats my baby..." At that moment she hears someone say her name, "brooke." She peers out into the room, but doesnt see anyone. She disregards it and goes to the sink to use her daily facial cleanser. Again she hears, "brooooke."

"Huh? Who's there?" she says. She again peers out into the room, but no one is seen. She goes to wash the cleanser off her face, and on the mirror is somebody's refelction!

The reflection says, "brrrrooooookkkkkeeee," which causes Brooke to raise her face and stare into the mirror...her eyes grow wide, her mouth drops! Quickly, she turns around to confront this person, but when she does, there isnt anyone there! She thinks to herself, "Ok, Brooke...get a hold of yourself. Its probably just the shrimp you had at that pancake shop thats messing with you. You're all alone in here. Keep it together."

She picks up another towel and places it on top of her head, which also covers most of her face. She walks out of the bathroom and into the room...or more specifically, into somebody! She slowly reaches out and feels on the individual...she then slowly raises the towel and sees the person whose reflection she saw earlier! She backs up saying, "no, no, no!" and trips on the leg of the sofa! She enters the fetal postiton out of fear and just screams, "NOOO! Leave me alone!!!" After a moment, she peeks out and notices the room is completely empty. Her fear is broken by the TV announcers, who have just declared Vertigo the winner in his match with Moore. She crawls to the corner, puts her head in her hands and says rocking back and forth, "...what the hell is going on..."

[Vertigo]

Vertigo makes his way back into the Green Team's dressing room following his victory over Moore. He walks in and sees Brooke huddled in the corner, sort of wearing a towel.

"Brooke? What's the matter? Are you OK?"

"NO! I'm NOT OK! Every week some new lunatic psychopath piece of garbage blows in off the street and tries to get to me to get to you."

"Wait, who are you ..."

"It was some psycho in a mask. It wasn't Jericho, his mask is different. And the voice was different too. Somehow I think I know the voice but couldn't place it."

"Don't worry, the nice thing about being in America is we have modern amenities in the arena. For example, surveilance cameras. We'll find who it is and make sure he doesn't mess with us again."

Vertigo has by now knelt by Brooke and is cradling her head against his chest. He is running a hand through her hair as he speaks.

"In the meantime, I need to take a shower. I just had a match, and now you're all sweaty from me, so..."

Both of them bolt into the shower, Vertigo stripping off his pads and boots before disappearing from the camera's view. A few seconds later, Vertigo comes running into the room in a towel and locks the door before returning to the shower.

[Onslaught Six]

John Curry is backstage in the surveillance room with Ted Tsavales, who is wearing a comically huge bandage around his head and over one eye...and is wearing his sunglasses over top of it. A noticable sign of Chris Revolution's attack, if a little over the top. Ted is sitting and operating the tape machines as LIFTOR looks at the many monitors.

Ted fast forwards through several different moments. Workers come and go. Stuff getting set up and taken back down, bags getting left, people changing quickly....The normal going ons, it seems.

Curry glances to another monitor. "Stop the tape, Ted."

It continues...

"Ted, stop the damned tape!"

"Hang on...I dunno how to work this goddamned thing!"

Curry grabs Ted by the collar of his shirt and tosses him out of the seat, causing Ted to fall (albeit softly) to the floor, where he then lets out an over-exaggerated "Owww!!!"

Curry sits down and rewinds the tape quickly, and then slowly plays the tape again. He carefully watches as this robed and masked figure as he stalks Brooke from behind, and then runs off as Brooke crawls into a ball.

He quickly rewinds the tape a few times, and then plays it again. He goes back and forth a few times before switching to a slow motion.

"...Those movements..."

He watches as the robed figure turns and starts to run...

"....That motion, that running...I know that motion......"

He stands up and looks at the monitor with anger on his face as he zooms in and stops the tape.

"....Shit."

Curry storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him in extreme anger. The control room is dark with only the light from the monitor to illuminate it.

"...Heeeeelllpp.......I...I can't feel my legs!!!....Owie..."

Ted's still on the ground. The dumbass can't even get up.