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font color=silver>Canis pushes through the back door that leads from the parking lot, entering the building with his bag slung over his shoulder and a calm look across his face. He can barely get a few footsteps in before he is ambushed by Jade Green, who's made an extra special effort with her outfit for tonight. Those puppies are almost bursting out
Duff: Holy shit! Run free! Run free!
Tex: Down boy...
Jade: Canis, your thoughts on your match tonight? You face off again...
Canis: Yeah, yeah i know who i'm facing, Jade. I've had to face the fact all week. You want my thoughts?
Well, there are a few after hearing his final thoughts. Technicality or not, brother, the Universal Championship does matter. It matters a lot when daring to label yourself 'the best'. If it was merely a technicality, what would be the point in it? Hell, what would be the point in the International belt, or any other belt for that matter? The whole point of having these titles, Fang, is because whoever holds them is the best. Metamania is currently the best in this business, not Jonathan Porter, not Sean Randall, not Goth, not Rex Butler, not Erik Black. And i am hell bent on changing that in the upcoming weeks. But that can wait... for now i have to make some changes to the International division.
Jade: How about his comments regarding your ring name?
Canis: Heh, i'm surprised it's taken so long and so many opponents for anybody to figure that one. Then again, i've always known that 95% of the Asylum are illiterate. The thing is Fang, while you may think you're smart at the moment, i have to enlighten you on the additional meaning of 'Canis'. You see, you only got half of it's meaning. Mendoza told me that i would be named 'Canis' after the star constellation "Canis Major", not just a pack of dogs. It's not as simple as you make out.
Let me explain further. In Latin, "Canis Major" means "Greater Dog." Considering you see yourself as a having affiliations with wolves, doesn't the fact that my name stands for a greater version of yourself bother you? After all, you were the one that insisted on bringing it up and trying to use it against me. Nuh uh, buddy, ain't gonna work. You see apart from being the "Greater Dog", Canis Major also includes within its constellation the brightest star in the night sky, Sirius. How apt, don't you think, that not only am i the greater of us two dogs, but i'm the brightest star in the entire sky? For all of Mendoza's screw ups and back stabbing, he did pick one hell of a name, i admit.
But in reality, his questioning of my ring name was merely a desperate attempt at getting inside my head and screwing with me. In reality, it hasn't worked. Canis, Sean Randall, Dog, Star... International Champion.
And that's the way it's gonna be.
Jade has more questions, but Canis heads off towards the locker rooms, leaving her looking a little lost. But the only question Sean Randall is going to answer tonight is who is the better of the Dogs of War. He'll prove it by raising that title above his head tonight
We cut backstage to the office of Asylum Wrestling Alliance Owner, Goth, and we see Goth sitting at his huge desk while his Personal Assistant, Bill Barnhart, sitting in a small chair in front of his desk. We can tell that Barnhart is a bit uncomfortable as the chair is small enough that his ample body doesn't fit in it comfortably. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Finally Goth speaks to Bill.
GOTH: Bill! Bill!! Bill!!! What in the world got into you last week at Insomnia? I had to go away on urgent business and John Irons was out with an injury and the next thing I see is you opening the show having a doggone ego trip! I hired you to do my paperwork, and to wrestle bonehead wrestlers to get them back in alignment with an attitude re-adjustment, but not to ursurp me and try to take over the Federation! What do you have to say for yourself?
Bill begins to answer but he doesn't get far before Goth cuts him off.
BULLDOG BILL: Well, Goth, it is like this. I just wanted to...
GOTH: Wanted to do what? To take over the Federation? What you should have done was hire someone else to open the show, or at least just go out and announce the Insomina Card and get the hell out of the ring! Bill, I am giving you a major warning here. Don't ever do something like that again or you are fired and your English Bulldog will be ground up into English Bulldog Sausages and sold to Korean businessmen! Have I made myself clear?
BULLDOG BILL: Yes! Perfectly clear! It was an honest mistake and it won't happen again!
Bill stands up and thanks Goth for the meeting and the constructive criticism. Barnhart turns and walks out of Goth's office and he is sure to close the door quietly as he knows that Goth doesn't like his office door slammed shut.
Jason Stevens vs. obb
Stormy Canyon: The opening contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a do or die match!! If Jason Stevens does not win, he will be forced to be removed from the Family!!!! The first wrestlers currently in ther ing are the O' Burne brothers!!!!
the people do not respond to the two new signees who get offended by this as they start to climb the turnbuckles when suddenly Iron's his music hits and the Consigliere of the Family walks out with contracts in his hands.
Irons: I have decided that since you two have not done what you were supposed to do that right now I'm going to fire your asses and send you packing!!!!
Tex Martin: What the?
Irons: Two men!! You know something? I'm going to finish this myself!!!
Irons walks to the ring and takes off his shirt as he slides underneath the ring. Both brothers attack him, but Irons clotheslines one of the two as he grabs the other and Powerbombs him in the middle of the ring. Then we see him do the same to the second brother and walks out as suddenly Jason Steven's music hits and he passes Irons as he runs to the ring and covers one of the two Byrne brothers.
Duff Travers: What a victory for Stevens!!!
Stormy Canyon: The winner of this match!!! Jason Stevens!!!
We can see Stevens celebrate as Irons gets ready to head to the back, but as the bell rings, and "Room For One More" hits the PA. Irons intterupts the music and begins speaking to Stevens.
Irons: Jason, Jason! Great job son! But if there's one thing that I've learned in this business is that you never can be too sure on people. For instance, to you, anyone my size or anyone that has more muscle mass than you is a....what did you call me?
Tex: A 'Roid junkie?
Irons: Something that has to do with steroids. Much is to be learned, Jason. Name calling on something like that won't leave you in the best of graces with me. Seeing as how I'm your boss, that is....the man that ensures you have a steady paycheck around here, I'd be a little more careful in your choice of words. Now, as you know this match was a determining factor. You see, Goth wants you to stay in the Family, where as I don't believe you have what it takes anymore. That's why I set you up for these matches to prove your worth. Tonight was the final test and you passed it, son. You've done and proved your worth and the offer I'm about to offer you is one that is not to be taken lightly.
Irons is seen walking to the O'byrne brothers, who are starting to stir. Irons gets back up into the ring with ease and walks over to Marcus and kick stomps him in the head. Frankie gets up and tries to hit the big man with a punch to his kidneys, but Irons sees him coming and grabs him by the neck, and lifts him up off the ground by a couple of feet. Frankie begins to choke and squirm, as Irons heaves him out of the ring and onto the floor below. Marcus can be seen crawling away, but John stops him too, picks him up over his head and throws him down onto his knee in a devastating back breaker. John gets up and kicks Marcus out of the ring as he gives his attention back to Jason Stevens.
Irons: Now then, with the trash being taken out, let's get back to business then. You can stay in the Family, or you can leave Jason. I'm not going to make you choose one or the other. Just know, that I am not responsible for your safety if you choose to leave. You have my word, that you won't be attacked by me after you make your decision, but the moment that you choose to attack me, or when you step out of this ring, you will have placed a target on your back that the whole rest of the Family will be on the look out for. There will be no coming back, and no questions asked. You understand?
Stevens shakes his head in acknowledgment, as John Henry continues.
Irons: So what will it be Jason? Will you stay in the Family? Or are you going to leave?
Jason grins, it’s his trademark, know it all grin that he’s known for, Jason motions behind Irons and Irons clotheslines Frankie out of his boots.
JS: Irons, when I said I quit The Family I meant it, but there’s one thing I want to address first, Marty, get in here.
Marty gets in slowly not expecting this.
JS: Marty, how long have you been my manager? Since April right? And how much success have I had in the ring?
Marty blibks.
MM: Err, you’ve been International Champion, you won an award, you where in The Family.
Jason shakes his head.
JS: What did you say to me when you got you’re manager’s license? Ah yeah, that I’d be Universal Champion by the end of the year and whilst we still have two months before then i think the fact the only championship I’ve won since then is the International, not to mention the fact that it was only for two weeks, speaks for it’s self, Marty, YOUR FIRED!
The crowd erupts with cheers and you can here announcers scream "YES! YES!" at the top of their lungs.
JS: Marty, don’t leave yet, same goes for you Irons, you see on Saturday I had a good friend of Goth and Irons flown in from New York to replace you, a man whose a HOF member and one of the GWA’S greatest success stories, you know what? Enough stalling.
Jason points to the entrance ramp with a massive grin on his face, after a few seconds "No Fear" by The Rasmus hits the speakers.
Texx: No way!
The crowd erupts when "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone steps out, he runs down to the ring and Irons looks shocked as is Marty, sliding in Steve is handed the mic by Jason.
SR: Finally, The Fearless One HAS COME BACK, to the AWA!
The crowd erupts with cheers as Steve laughs.
SR: Dear god, that The Rock impersonation was terrible! Anyway as you may remember I retired from wrestling to raise a family, but what can I say except I tried to get out but the fans pulled me back in! And now onto you!
Steve points to Marty.
SR: Marty McFarge right? I’ve heard a lot about you! About how you’re a snivelling, cowardly yes man who should win the Nobel Ass Kissing Prize, well Marty here’s a going away present.....or three.
Steve gives Jason the mic back and turns around, Marty charges.....RIGHT INTO THE FEARLESS SHOT SUPERKICK! Steve hoists him up, goes behind him and HITS THE LADY THRILLER!!! Jason drags his now former manager’s unconscious body to the nearest turnbuckle and Steve climbs up, he smiles to the crowd and leaps hitting the WHAT FEAR!
Texx: He executed those moves so gracefully you’d think he’d never retired!
Steve rolls Marty out of the ring and turns around and sees Irons, Jason goes to cheapshot Irons but Steve shakes his head telling him no.
SR: No Jason. The man is as much of a living legend in the ring as I am. Besides, he is giving you a job as well as giving me something extra on the side. Leave it be for now...
Stevens sighs and agrees as Jason stops and the two former GWA wrestlers shake hands out of respect, "Room For One More" hits again and Jason, the girls, Curtis and Steve leave.
winner: Jason Stevens
font color=Silver> A black BMW pulls up to the back of the arena. A man steps out, but seems to be adjusting something on his face. He turns around and it is revealed that the man is Erik Black. He slowly walks through the door where he is met by Jade Green.
Jade: Hello Erik. I must ask..What were you doing with your face just now?
Erik: Was it that obvious?
Erik grins and pulls up piece of rubber from his face.
Erik: It’s Halloween..Time for dressing up and playing games. Just because I’m a serious man, doesn’t mean that I don’t like playing games every now and then.
Jade: You’re a business man. You woudnt put your reputation in jeopardy.
Erik: You have me once again, Jade. The new line of AWA action figures is coming out soon…I now have two of them.. The Death hand and the plain ole Erik Black. I had to up the ante by showing the world who Death Hand is. Suprisingly, demand and preorders have gone up drastically.
Jade: But tonight isn’t about that. Tonight is about Metamania and yourself in the main event for the Universal title.
Erik: You are exactly right, Jade. Tonight is about Metamania and I..battling it out for the Universal Title. Would you call me a liar if I told you that I don’t care about titles? I only care about the competition. Having a piece of gold around your waist doesn’t make you the best…It doesn’t MEAN that you’re the best….Your skills in the ring do. I’m just gonna go out there…Hope Metamania can give me a great fight. If I win…great…If I lose…oh well and Congrats to Metamania for being able to hold me off. I’m Mister Main Event, Jade. Nobody headlines AWA shows like me..and No-one has headlined as many as I have. I put the asses in the seats and everyone around here knows it. I’m Simply the Best, Jade…Now if you will excuse me..I have souls to take.
Erik fixed the mask and walked intot the arena
Chris Shipman vs. Marissa Swanson
Stormy: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Franklin, Tennessee, making her in-ring debut…Marissa Swansooooooooon!!!
The sound of cameras flashing can be heard as the AWA jumbotron lights up to show Marissa standing on a red carpet. The scene zooms out a bit to show that she's surrounded by cameramen. A reporter ducks in through the cameramen and reach Marissa to ask her a question.
Reporter: Are you sure that you're ready for the big time?
Marissa continues to stand there and look very pretty.
Reporter: Marissa? What's your answer?
Marissa: I'll be fine. I may be young, but I'm smart and I know what I want. Daddy has helped me to get this far. Trust me when I say that I'll be well taken care of.
Reporter: Well you heard it here folks! Marissa Swanson heads your way and she says that she'll be okay!
The scene on the jumbotron fades as the beginning of "Party In The USA" by Miley Cyrus begins to play. Shots of Marissa growing up on the jumbotron fade in and out until Marissa Swanson appears from out of the backstage area. She stands on the stage for a few seconds soaking in her surroundings before making her move down the wrestler ramp towards the ring. Any fans that are nice to wave at her or blow a kiss to her catches her attention and she gives them one back. As she gets to the ring, she climbs up the steel steps and up to the top rope. Meanwhile on the jumbotron, some shots of Marissa having fun at the beach play. All the men hoot and holler as Marissa now does a picture-perfect backflip off the top rope. Marissa then puts her arms up into the air before pulling them back down. She then heads to her corner to await the beginning of the match.
Tex: Tonight is the debut of this lovely young lady here and I for one can’t wait to see what she does against the Psycho, Chris Shipman.
Duff: We’re probably only about one or two minutes away from a lawsuit!
Tex: Well Marissa here was endorsed by Stacy Kissinger. That should make you feel better about things.
Duff: Normally I’m very pleased with Stacy, but this time she’s a bit out of line! Hiring a minor!
Tex: I’ve questioned that all week too…
Stormy: And her opponent, originally from West London, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is the Psycho....Chriiiis Shipmaaaaan!!!
The arena lights go out as the opening to “Du Hast” by Rammstein begins blaring. Strobe lights begin flashing as green, purple and red spotlights move up and down the ramp and ring as the drums kick in. Smoke fills the curtain area as Shipman walks out from behind it and quickly moves down to the ring in his ripped jeans and noose. He just walks by fans reaching out to touch him and get hi 5's. He gets in the ring and tosses the noose to the floor as the lights go back to normal and the music fades.
Marissa stands in her corner admiring Shipman. She then looks over at the referee, just waiting for him to ring the bell. The referee doesn’t look like he wants this contest to go on and backs away, looking to slide out of the ring. Shipman however doesn’t allow it as he pulls the referee back in and yells at him to call for the bell to begin the match. Nervous, the referee does so and the match is now officially underway.
Tex: Referee Simon Jones I believe was looking to save Marissa right there. But we’ve heard from her all week long that she has no desire to be “saved” from any situation that she might come across here in the AWA.
Duff: That alone will be her downfall.
As the announcers talk to one another, Shipman goes to spear Marissa into the corner and succeeds. Marissa’s back is nailed against the turnbuckle and Shipman starts off by showing no remorse to the teenager.
Duff: See? No remorse. Shipman’s a MONSTER I tell ya, a monster! Curse Jay Gold for killing off a poor innocent girl like this.
Tex: I don’t know what was going through our General Manager’s mind last week either. But that was the first time I have not liked something that Jay Gold has done in his entire wrestling career.
From out of his jeans pocket Shipman pulls out a pair of brass knuckles. He grins right at Marissa before hitting her with them on the forehead. Marissa slumps right down to her knees.
Tex: On behalf of the AWA, to the parents and children watching at home, I’m sorry about this. For the next few minutes, please change the channel for your own sakes.
Shipman drags Marissa back to her feet and tugs on her hair, bringing her into the center of the ring. The referee stays back, not even daring to tell Shipman to release Marissa’s hair. Once in the center of the ring, Shipman traps Marissa’s head under his armpit before hooking Marissa up and hitting the Shattered Dreams.
Tex: The Shattered Dreams? Just pin her already Shipman! Damn you!
Shipman shows off a sick smile as he rolls Marissa over and lazily covers her. Referee Simon Jones drops for the count.
Referee: 1…2…thr-
Shipman picks up Marissa’s head and shoulders and brings her back to her feet before shaking his finger at the referee and saying out loud “NOT YET!” The crowd boos horrendously at Shipman as he goes to continue his offensive onslaught.
Duff: Poor Marissa will never have a boyfriend after tonight!
Shipman scoops Marissa up into his arms and holds her out for the entire Sydney Entertainment Centre to see. He then carries her over and does snake eyes on the top rope. Marissa’s chin bounces off the top rope and she falls backwards to the canvas, head over heels. Shipman now closes in on his victim, but as he does “Too Little, Too Late” begins to play as the AWA President of Public Relations, Stacy Kissinger, comes out onto the stage with a microphone in her hand. The music cuts right away as she stops on the stage.
Stacy: Chris Shipman! Ya I’m talkin’ to ya! All ya had to do was pin Marissa a few moments ago and I woulda had no problem with it. But ya see, what yer about to do to her, or at least what I THINK yer about to do to that poor girl is morally wrong. AWA could get shut down because of it and it would be all yer fault! Now I suggest ya WRASSLE with Marissa and not do what I think yer gonna.
Chris has looked at Stacy the entire time and doesn’t see Marissa crawling behind him. Marissa reaches up and pulls Shipman down into a schoolboy roll-up. Simon Jones is immediately on the count.
Referee: 1…2…3!!!!
Stormy: Here is your winner of the No DQ Battle of the Sexes Match…Marissa Swansooooon!!!
Tex: WHAT?! Are you kidding me?
Duff: …
Tex: Stacy Kissinger has just screwed over Chris Shipman!
Duff: She always has been quite the persuasive talker.
“Party In The USA” by Miley Cyrus begins to play as Marissa struggles to get to her feet to celebrate her debut win. Shipman holds his head and slides out of the ring. He swipes a ringside chair and slides back into the ring. He bashes his head with it and blood begins to trickle down it. Stacy takes a few steps towards the ring, eyeing Chris Shipman, knowing what he’s capable of. Shipman sees her and quickly snatches the victorious Marissa. He then mounts the nearest top turnbuckle and doesn’t hesitate in coming off the top, nailing Marissa with the London Calling. Marissa lays on her back on the mat, showing no signs of getting up. Chris licks his chops as Stacy makes a beeline for the ring and slides in. She heads right for Marissa, protecting her from any further damage. Shipman slides out of the ring, happy with his handiwork. He picks up Stacy’s microphone and delivers his own message.
Shipman: I had fun tonight Stacy. But I’d have more fun with you. So have Goth or Jay book a match with you against me. Because you’re not some little prosti-tot. I can do WHATEVER I want to you.
Shipman drops the mic and licks his lips again before turning and heading for the backstage area, still bleeding. Meanwhile in the ring Marissa is beginning to come to as the crowd applauds the fact that she’ll be most likely be okay.
Duff: Well, now that that’s over with, perhaps we’ll get all of the viewers back that you sent away, Tex. Way to ruin our revenue by the way!
Tex: It had to be done.
The scene switches from inside the arena to the backstage area.
winner: Marissa Swanson
We find Canis in his designated locker room, stretching and warming himself up for his battle with his good friend. He looks focused, staring intently wherever he looks. Eventually his eyes meet with a table in the corner of the room that he hasn't paid any attenton to thus far. He stops dead in mid warm-up to stare at what lay on the table surface... none other than a Bible, aging cover and ancient text. He stands motionless, wondering who on Earth put it there. Mendoza's locked away, he couldn't have done. The two burly bodyguards are in jail, Rodriguez in hiding after the disapperance of Raul. Was it Fang playing cheap mindgames? Did all the locker rooms have bibles in them? Who knows... but as soon as Canis had it within his grasp, his expression changed to a determined anger. His focus never sharper, he throws the book violently into the bin across the room and lets out a strong sigh
I don't need you anymore... but thanks for the added fuel to my fire. I may need if i'm going to be forced to inflict pain upon my partner, my ally, my friend. It's a job that has to be done.
And will.
With a puff of his chest and a tense of the arms, Canis marches out through the door as he did at Bloodshed, fully focused on his goal and with no thoughts other than on lifting the International Title at the end of it all. Time it set some records straight... time to put those mistakes firmly in the past
Jonathan Porter vs. Canis
Stormy Canyon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the International Championship!! And where the loser must wear a Halloween costume handpicked by The Family!!!!!
Tex Martin: Oh let's get it on!!!!
Stormy Canyon: The first wrestler to come down the aisle is the challenger, standing in at 6'4 and weighing in at 232 pounds!! Canis!!!!!
The stadium lights flicker as the harsh, haunting opening riff of "Better" screams across the PA system, drawing a cheer from the capacity crowd who seem to have come to terms with his new found freedom from Opus Dei and forgiven him his past. They now cheer for the one that stands up for those who seek to write their own destiny's.
"No one ever told me when i was alone, they just thought i'd know better... better"
Axl Rose's distinct voice joins the guitar, bringing the lights all the way down to darkness as Canis' video begins to play on the giant screen, the air cooling to a noticable chill.
"No one ever told me when i was alone, they just thought i'd know better... better"
Just as the full band kicks in to the song, the video shows a glass crucifix shattering into tiny pieces as a large flash of white pyrotechniques explode from the stage, bringing the lights back up and revealing Canis stood in the entrance way with the Universal Title draped over his shoulder. As the crowd begin to cheer him further, he walks towards the ring with a look of determination painted across his once pale face - occasionally acknowledging the front row with a nod and a forced smile. After sliding under the ropes he looks to the rafters for a moment and grins, shaking his head to himself before closing his eyes and looking down, breathing slowly. As his music fades, he raises his head and hands the title belt to the referee, readying himself for battle
Stormy Canyon: And his opponent, standing in at 6 feet, weighing in at 220 pounds!! Hailing from Long Pound, PA!!!! The International Champion!!! Fang!!!
The howl of a wolf is heard as the lights in the arena dim. Wolfmoon from Type O Negative begins to play and a shower of white pyros comes from the entrance. Fang walks out in his wrestling attire, a nice white t-shirt, black jeans and black shoes. He walks around the ring area with a sneer on his face but finally slaps hands with some of the fans, while he recieves a mixed reaction. Fang slides into the ring to stare towards his opponent.
Duff Travers: Two teammates and one goal, the Internatioial Championship belt!! I love it!!!
The bell rings as the two men touch fists before having the match start off. Canis circles his teammate as the two start off with locking arms. Canis gets the quick upper hand as he locks Fang in a standing sideheadlock, following it with a hiptoss that sends Fang down on the canvas as Canis holds on to the headlock. Fang counters the move by surprising Canis by locking his legs around the head of the challenger and then forcing him to release the hold as he holds his head between his legs. Canis then frees himself and grabs the legs of the champion and goes for a Boston Crab, but it is Fang that is able to free himself by grabbing hold of the bottom rope as the referee forces Canis to break the hold.
Tex Martin: Some nice counters early on the match, both men know what is at stake in this one!!!
Fang gets to his feet adn the two grin at each other before Fang goes for another collar elbow tieup, but this time he surprises his opponent with a knee in the midsection and then follows it up with driving Canis his head into the canvas. He then goes for a reversed headlock, putting all of his weight on the neck of his opponent as Canis tries to get to his feet and finally succeeds. He then drives Fang into the turnbuckles and then hits Fang with several high impact blows to the face before dropping him with a Drop Toe Hold onto the canvas and goes for a modified Crossface Chickenwing. But it is Fang that manages to escape the hold as he rolls out of the ring to recouperate himself.
Duff Travers: Both men show each other great signs of respect, but they all have to let it go!!!
Fang slowly slides back in the ring and then gets attacked by Canis who drives a knee in the back and then grabs him by the head adn lifts him up to his feet. There he executes a Snap Suplex and goes for the cover, but Fang manages to kick out. Both men get up at the same time, but it is Canis that gets the upper hand with a Body Slam and then goes for another cover. Fang kicks out and gets up to his feet where he ducks a clothesline from Canis and levels him with a kick to the midsection and a DDT in the middle of the ring where the fans jump up for the counter of the champion. Fang goes for the cover, but this time it is Canis that manages to get his shoulder up in the nick of time and that makes him question the count of the referee.
Tex Martin: It was a good count Fang, why don't you just focus on the match!!!
Fang grabs the head of Canis and lifts him up to his feet where he goes for an Irish Whip and then goes for a Back Body Drop that sends Canis hard on the canvas and then locks him in a reversed chinlock with his knee driven in the spine of the challenger as his fingers locks in to the chin and pulls back hard. The fans are cheering both men on as they are putting on a wrestling clinic. Canis is slowly starting to drag himself to the ropes with Fang on top of him. He is only inches away from the ropes as Fang suddenly gets up and drives a series of elbows to the forehead of the challenger.
Duff Travers: Some viciousness from Fang!!!!
Fang runs to the ropes and when he comes off he wants to kick Canis in the face, but Canis moves out of the way as he catches the leg and trips Fang in the process. Canis then suddenly locks Fang in a standing ankle lock and pulls Fang in the middle of the ring as the tables have suddenly turned on the champion. Canis starts to put more nad more pressure on the ankle as Fang tries to roll to his back and attempt to kick away at the challenger and succeeds. Fang and Canis get up at the same time, as Canis blocks a punch and kicks away at the bad leg of Fang before going for a sit down ankle lock. Fang tries to crawl over to the ropes as the fans start to cheer the champion on and manages to grab the bottom rope as the referee starts to use the five count on Canis to break the hold.
Tex Martin: Canis had him almost I feel!!!!
Fang slwoly starts to pull himself up to his feet using the ropes as Canis walks over towards him and whips him over to the other side of the ring and as he comes off the ropes it is Canis that goes for a Cross Body Block. But it is Fang that manages to catch the challenger and slams him down on the canvas with a modified slam. This takes a lot out of the champion as well as both men are on the canvas gasping for oxygen before Fang covers Canis for the three count. But the referee can only slap on the canvas fo the count of two as Canis manages to get his shoulder up on time.
Duff Travers: What a match!!!!
Fang grabs his partner up by his hair and pulls him up to his feet as he goes for an Irish Whip. He goes for a Back Body Drop. But this time it is Canis that stops on time and goes for an upper cut. Fang staggers backwards as Canis runs to the ropes and goes for a flying clothesline. But just as he is in the air it is Fang that somehow turns the table and jumps up and hits Canis with his patented finisher.
Tex Martin: Fatal Shot!! Out of nowhere!!!! |